Rogue Developments: Part Three

>The collar hits the ground with a loud clank, and the green gal steps off the platform.
>Stretching her arms and her legs out, you can get a good view of-
>Wait, were her thighs always that big?
>No, hold on, something is wrong her-
>Anonymoo grabs you without warning and envelopes you into a deep, fleshy, hug.
>A deep, fleshy, and growing hug at that.
>Her body gurgles and burbles as she begins to expand, bigger and softer.
>Asscheeks filling out, jiggling and shaking as she caresses you in soft meat.
>Breasts overflow a strained leather bra, the rest of her clothing barely holding on. Green waves of supple bosom collide into your face as you can feel yourself being lifted off the ground by the giant-to-be.
>Her belly plumps up, the softness encapsulating you in something similar to a 360 degree waterbed.
>Arms bulking up, muscle flowing through with a layer of fat on top cushioning you as she swings you around, mooing with happiness at finally being freed.
>Your world is replaced by the soft, green, plush, and sweaty body of Anonymoo, her embrace swallowing your vision, sense of touch, her milky fragrance, and your rock-hard boner pressing into her fat.
>Her sweat mixes and mingles with yours as you struggle to breath with her unaware of your current state.
>Some added effort later, you open your mouth to yell, only for it to be muffled by a roll of fat.
>With your voice cut off, you start pinching her, over and over again in hopes that she'll let go.
>As if being tugged by a bungee cord, you're rapidly pulled out of her embrace, and she stares at you with a furrow in her brow which quickly changes to a look of concern-you were panting for air, vision going in and out-that was probably one of the toughest hugs you've felt.
>She moos quizzically at you, asking what is wrong.
>You barely manage to reply that she almost crushed you underneath her girth.
>Setting you down, letting you get your bearings together, she flusters an apology for her actions.
>Accepting the apology, you suck in a breath of air and let out the questions of the day-
>"Alright, question time. How did you end up like...this? And how do we get out of here?"
>Putting a fat finger to her chin, she slowly recalls the events that led to her transformation.
>After traveling around the world for a while, part of an adventurer's guild, she returned to settle down back home.
>Except home was a gigantic underground temple filled with sextraps everywhere you went.
>She DID end up finding her mother, but as to whatever happened after that, she doesn't remember.
>On the other hand, getting out wouldn't be easy.
>The Elder-Witch had the key to escape, seeing as the whole place had finally transformed.
>So with that in mind, your only option of escape was to fight the Elder-Witch, take the key, and get out.
>Okay, scrap that. You're a rogue, you don't fight, you slip by.
>Stealing the key would be a better option than getting down and dirty.
>"Alright, I can sneak in and take the key, but you'll have to act as a distraction...aaactually fuck that, she's got some sort of omnipresent bullshit, doesn't she?"
>Moo quietly nods her head in disagreement.
>Surprised, you quizzically look at her in disbelief.
>"...So she didn't buff herself with an all-seeing eye or whatever?"
>Moo meekly responds she traded it for an inexhaustive libido.
>Slightly taken aback, you simply shrug your shoulders at moo and finally decide on a plan.


>It's been a couple hours since the discussion, but it basically summed up to Moo causing a hell of a ruckus which should be enough to draw all of the cronies away from you.
>Granted the plan has a low success rate, there's a chance the witch might WANT to be here, which is somewhat disturbing, yet it has crossed your mind once or twice.
>After several hours of walking, you and Moo are slammed with the pungent scent of sex and pheromones down a corridor.
>The walls dribble with lust, dripping salt-laden sweat condensed from the action ahead.
>You shudder, realizing that you'll have to crawl through a literal fuck-sauna if there's any small areas to navigate.
>And again, at the same time, your dick hardens considerably in your pants, hands unconsciously drifting downwards to shift it around...but it feels like there's almost...
>...less room to do so.
>Pushing that thought back to your mind, you focus on your surroundings, noting that the corridor is becoming increasingly more dilapidated.
>Each step takes you closer to the sounds of wet slaps, moans, grunting, and an assortment of unearthly voices, languages, and sounds.
>Whirling around to respond to the cracking sound behind you, Moo simply gives you a blank stare before looking down and moving her foot off what she stepped on.
>Walking over to pick it up, it appears to be a necklace...the dwarf's necklace.
>Wait.
>Poring over the engravings, you begin to realize something.
>This wasn't an ordinary necklace-it was specifically designed to reverse one's sex or...no, no, it's just an above-average illusion necklace.
>Your face scrunches up in confusion as to the revelation that you've been traveling with nothing but chicks.
>Slightly bummed out, but still confused, you start to turn around before Moo leans over and quietly pats your head with a warm smile on her face.
>You look up at her and reply back with a smile of your own causing your face to turn into one of Picasso's missing sketches for a moment.
>Turning back to the task at hand, you notice a gigantic door at the end of the corridor...with cracks in places and enough space to get around the stained-glass on the sides.
>It's starting to look like things are working out in your favor.
>Rushing over to the wall, you easily bound up and out of sight, before giving Moo the signal to start some mayhem.
>The sound of crashing stone and a low-female roar shakes the room as you climb through the cracked and nearly destroyed ceiling.
>Floating rocks and unusual formations support your weight as you make it across, eventually climbing down into a room below behind the main hall.
>The key, some kind of sphere with runes on it sitting on a pedestal, beckons you.
>Dropping down with deft movements, you easily make your way to the pedestal, taking into account any traps, machinations, anything that might trip you up.
>Upon getting closer, you start looking at the runes inscribed on the key, just to make sure it's not a trap itself.
>After several seconds of examination, you take the chance of stealing it, as Moo has just gone silent.
>Along with "everyone else."
>Swiping it with incredible speed, you grab it and start to climb, when it occurs to you that maybe you should take a look on the other side.
>The broken down wall is incredibly tough, but after some searching, you find a sizeable hole that manages to let you look through without getting spotted.
>What you see sets you on edge and arouses you, but it's also a confirmation that you might not be leaving anytime soon...

>The hall is repairing itself it at an increasingly fast rate.
>The occupants pay no mind, as they're going down on what appears to be your previous party.
>Esdna's getting spitroasted by two black, shiny, voluptuous, full-figured entities, their fat-asses and tits jiggling all the while.
>You guess they were people, but from what you could see, it was if someone had dumped liquid rubber all over them and left their mouth intact.
>Thick and full breasts rested atop a modest, jiggling, gut that was complimented by an even thicker and fuller ass in the back. The cheeks could've been hanging over the back of her thighs at that size.
>The only thing keeping them at bay was the rubber skin and those plump, slightly muscled thighs that bucked back and forth, ramming a forearm length, veiny, bulging cock with a sack underneath the size of a small melon.
>Mesmerized and horrified, you watch as they pound away at the poor elf, who is becoming more and more corrupted with each thick orgasm from the two.
>Her outfit has been replaced with a black suit, skintight hugging at all of her features ending in a pair of high-heels that seem to meld with the suit.
>It doesn't look too much different from what the other two are wearing, but there's a bunch of seams along it-
>Eventually one of them starts to speed up and grunts loudly, a shiny pair of bloated lips opening on an almost featureless face whilst it's body is racked with spasms.
>Thick wads of cum pump through the shaft into Esdna's throat, and instead of trying to free herself...it looks as if she's enjoying it a bit too much.
>The first wad comes through and is promptly dumped in her expanding gut, the other partner now having reached climax as well.
>Visible bulges move from their balls through their cock into the elf, and she starts filling out in places that would make the barmaid roar with anger.
>Her gut distends once more as a vile load is splurged down her throat, this time the orgasm carries on for a good minute or two.
>The thick, long, jet black girth of meat is sloppily pulled out of her throat with a "SCHRLORP" sound, before her other partner goes to town on her ass.
>Smacking it every now and then as they pound it, each smack results in the elf's bottom getting fatter and heftier-and from your point of view, just another way to pump out that splooge even faster.
>Watching with a rock-hard boner, you witness the elf's stomach bloat to epic proportions within the 5 minute orgasm from the rubbery being.
>Pulling out it's own monster member, the 2nd rubber futa simply stands the elf up, as the black suit she wears begins to distend...
>It started with her thighs, jiggling and fattening up within a matter of seconds. Her ass took hint and followed along even more, causing her hips to double in width.
>Thickening and fattening underneath, her now-inch long nipples visibly stand up underneath, growing and widening as her chest engorges out a good foot and a half away from her body, almost eclipsing her lower half if it weren't for the fact that they didn't sag.
>Standing at a solid 8 feet, the towering, wide-hipped, big-breasted, hyper-voluptuous elf wobbles a bit before regaining her balance.
>She adjusts her footing as her sex inflames and swells underneath, bubbling and growing,  reaching the size of a cantaloupe when it's done.

>Panicking, you scan the room for the rest of the crew, only to find the druid covered in some kind of tentacle outfit, a huge gut with even bigger, lactating breasts on top.
>Her skin has changed color, a shade of light purple, her eyes lit up with an unearthly orange glow.
>Each nipple standing on her breast is the size of your fist, studded with glands sticking out around the areola spouting gallons of yogurt-thick milk in inconsistent spurts.
>Veins line the base of the areola, spreading out along the massive mammaries pulsating underneath the skin.
>Attached to her left breast is a female dwarf in the shredded remnants of Pyros's armor, wrapped and struggling in a sling of tentacles near the nipple.
>Whipping out the necklace, you take a good look at the amulet, and then back at the dwarf, and it confirms your earlier suspicions about the dwarfs identity.
>Why she tricked everyone, you don't know. Explains how "he" was able to get inside earlier though.
>Nearly sticking your eye through the hole, you witness as the druid pulls her off with the tentacles covering her body like tight-leather straps.
>Gripping both thick nipples, the shortstack is impaled on the left while she rams the right down her throat.
>Pulsating and beating, pumping warm milk into both ends, Pyros blimps up vigorously.
>Her ass wasn't that thicc to begin with, but after a couple minutes of some Dannon Dicking, it's rounding out her thighs, her legs, and her buns are rising like two loaves of dough.
>Her tits grow fatter and heavier, nipples darkening, and begin to copiously lactate in a manner not too different from the magebarian who is currently plumping her up.
>Finally, a thick, dripping, messy nipple is pulled out of her mouth, warm milk slopping and splattering out of her and onto the floor.
>The former elf is recovering from her transformation in the corner, but is quietly beckoned by Lifa.
>Esdna saunters over, ass shaking and quaking like a hip-hop video, pulling Pyros' orgasm-stricken body off of the other thick stud.
>The jet black black, shiny, film that covers her entire body ripples, as the covering on her face is pulled back.
>Her face is still visible, though black veins branch their way up through her neck, pulsing and throbbing to some unknown inhuman beat.
>Her once fair hair is now a jet black color, slick like oil and blending down into the outfit she's wearing covering her almost pale white skin.
>Grabbing the shortstacks jaw, Lifa tilts it upwards to the black tower of sex.
>Esdna rotates her neck around once as if she's trying to crack it, but instead, a bulge forms in her throat, the knot traveling upwards as she quickly locks lips the dwarf.
>Black slime spills out between their lips, more wads of the thick slime pumps into the small woman before it's spilling out of almost every pore, eventually covering her body entirely.
>Within minutes, she's in a tight, jet black catsuit that accentuates all of her features, while letting her constantly leak.

>Snapping her head back, she looks on at the other two with a gape, black drool spilling out over engorged, shiny, black, plump lips.
>Her hair shimmers with an unearthly glow, and settles to the same black color, but her skin changes to a solid shade of grey, taking on a blue-tinged iron sheen.
>Lifa sets Pyros down on the ground, standing back to full height watching the small dwarf get ahold of her embiggened body.
>The dwarf shakes and wobbles as she regains her bearings, a thick thigh flexing underneath fat as she stands up.
>They look dazed, smiles on their faces, drunk with pleasure.
>Two black rubbery figures walk over, peeling back what you thought were their faces, were actually masks- But the lips stayed the same size, black donuts overly fattened, ripe enough to dry any man out. Their faces are human, but have an uncanny valley look to them, their hair a dark shade of black fusing to their shoulders, an unusual pale peach tone to their skin.
>Eyes darting around, you notice a tall woman in a perverted catsuit/maid's dress, her fist-sized nipples situated on her beach ball tits while her jello-filled beanbag ass jiggles with her gigantic thighs, as she carries a silver platter with sex-toys on it. Most of her body is covered save for the unusually large bulge in her crotch and the gigantic tanned teats which are barely held up by various straps, leaving her studs exposed to the cold air.
>Anonymoo sits in a throne, relaxed, watching everyone go at it, while she grabs a nipple casully-
>and that's when you snapped out of it.
>Jamming your dick back into your pants properly to the best of your ability, you confirm that this place is affecting you-
>1 extra inch has been added to your account, and the girth is almost unbearable against your tight clothing. Letting up the belt, you get some breathing room, and you whirl around at the small object that Anonymoo said would be the "key."
>Looking over at it, you recognize a couple of the runes, but it's sure as hell meant to unlock something.
>Whatever it is, you're not sure.
>Rushing back over to the hole, which is now closing up, you spot through the shrinking viewpoint the "lock", a large rune-inscribed pedestal at the center of the area.
>Years of looking at magical text has paid off, even if you don't have the magical aptitude.
>Taking out the toolkit, you quickly begin to scrawl in and scrawl out key runes, writing in new ones, and generally fucking with the keys functions.
>In the case of the power in question being released to the outside world, the altered key should instead redirect the energy through you, making you into a literal bomb, enough to destroy the place once and for all.
>Yeah, while it seems like a good idea to have sex with the goon squad outside, the prospect of being under some kind of otherworldly denizen's control, even deciding whether you die or not, doesn't really appeal to you that much in the long run.

>Noticing that the upper part of the wall is still in the process of rebuilding itself, you equip your grappling hook and prepare an escape attempt.
>Like a spider on crack, you jettison up through all the nooks and crannies on the wall before hooking to the ceiling.
>Swinging your way across like Tarzan, all is good until you're hit by something incredibly dense, wet, and large.
>Tumbling out of the air, you can feel your stomach churn before you slam into the ground, amazingly unharmed.
>Wrangling with the living muck, you notice it's the same black liquid from before, and start to panic at the thought of becoming a woman.
>The ground beneath you rumbles, and the muck rolls off only for HER to roll up to you.
>You barely even have time to turn over before she picks you up by the scruff of your shirt.
>"Thought you could get away, my little pet?" Anonymoo coos, and in your local native tongue, no less.
>"I-. You....This is fucked." is all you stammer out, at a loss for words at the whole situation.
>She throws her head back and cackles a bit before looking back at you with an ear-to-ear grin
>"Seriously, how stupid did you have to be to fall for that? I mean...Jesus, I was locked up for years in that place and you go all 'oh noo let me help you fair maiden' and now look where you are!"
>She throws her head back laughing maniacally; in response you whip out your dagger and attempt to cut your collar off-but you're stopped by a thick, green, hand attached to an even thicker, fatter, green arm.
>"Nah-uh. Nope. No more tricks for you mister, I think you'll do fine being my mindless walking dildo."
>With her inhuman strength, she tosses you to the rubber trio who then begin to spit and cum the thick black slime all over you.
>The slime-clad maid squirts with glee the tar all over you, and each time you try to get up, you're cockslapped by the twins, knocked down on the ground and pinned by a jettison of more goo.

>Despite your repeated efforts to wipe it off, it dissolves almost everything you're wearing, clinging to the skin like a lycra suit.
>The only thing that's barely holding on is the reinforced bag of tools, but it's kicked away far, far in the corner.
>Wiping your face, you can taste it in your mouth, it's a sweet flavor not to different from a pastry, something like a warm cream on top of a cake or something.
>A final wipe leaves your hand slapping the ground, only to find it pinned down by a tentacle coming from the Druid's crotch.
>Whirling your head around, trying to get your bearings in the situation, you watch as Anonymoo walks up to you, pulling out the key in the muck, and starts to drag you to the pedestal where the key is located.
>Throwing you up top, the black goo seals you to the pedestal spread eagle along with your fate as she begins to chant unpronounceable words and indecipherable phrases.
>Grabbing a handful of darkened green nipple, she jams it into your face, squeezing and releasing a thick, smooth, warm stream of incredibly rich milk.
>At risk of drowning, you down as much as you can, only to find it...incredibly good.
>This time, the flavor is like drinking warm eggnog, rich in flavor and despite the thick texture, it doesn't upset your stomach like other worldly sweets would.
>One gulp leads to another, and another, and another, and before you realize, your stomach is sticking out visibly beneath you as you walk on the verge of passing out.
>She lets up leaving you gasping and sputtering for breath only to witness the otherworldly power at play above you.
>The symbols on the key light up, and begin to peel off into the air, only for them to start to fly everywhere erratically.
>Anonymoo screams in rage and fear and directs her gaze to your strapped position.
>"MORTAL, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
>Coughing, you spit out a small glob of sweet milk before replying, "ONE, I was cursed with this face by a mage and I spent YEARS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO FIX IT."
>Her face goes from one of rage to uncertainty.
>The runes above suddenly break apart and realign, aimed at you.
>"TWO, because my virgin ass spent YEARS trying to figure that shit out, I had a pretty good understanding of it, which is why-"
>Forming a straight pole of mana, it begins it's descent, with you set as the final sacrifice.
>"THREE, I'M TAKING THIS PLACE DOWN WITH MEEEEEEE-" you exclaim with lactose-filled enthusiasm.
>Lines of mana and what could only be described as sexual eldritch energies pierce into you, freeing you from your prison but knocking the wind out of you from your epic would-be self-sacrifice.
>Another flash of light and you're tossed off the pedestal like a wet rag onto the floor.
>What feels like an eternity passes before you lazily start to move again. Your limbs are heavy and it feels like you're underwater.
>Picking yourself up, the pain subsides as disappointment washes over you, realizing you might have fucked up the process in ways worse than death.
>In addition, confusion and lethargy washes over, but with a different flavor. To say you were drunk wouldn't be too far from the truth, but in reality the state of your awareness was much worse than you realized.
>Looking upwards, Anonymoo's face is one of horrified certainty, the kind of face one would make if they needed to DESPERATELY go back in time and fix shit before it got wrecked.
>You merely sluggishly scowl...until you realize you're making a proper scowl.
>Both hands awkwardly dart up to your face, looking for the symmetry and normalcy that you once had.
>The symmetry is there, but the normalcy...
>Your fingers brush over a pair of slightly sensitive, slowly plumping lips. Features become softer and bone silently moves to accentuate your face with a more feminine look.
>Rushing to an puddle of black goo, you witness and feel the shape of your face taking on that of a beautiful female-in fact, you look better than the traveling band of prostitutes that one time a couple years ago.
>Goddamnit.
>You inadvertently monkey-pawed on trying to get your "good looks" back.
>Suddenly, you feel a stirring in your gut, as if you had eaten a massive weight.
>The feeling spreads around your body, making it warm and sensual.
>Something is coming, something big.

>Your new outfit shifts and writhes around your body, gripping and groping everywhere it can, seemingly disturbed by the intake of power you received earlier.
>Your hand lazily drifts towards your crotch, only to be caught by Anonymoo's thick grip.
>"Fuck no, I'm putting an end to this with some power of my own!"
>She pulls you back, whipping your body around into her engorged mass.
>Bulky thighs wrapping around your lower body with your head level to her massive green dairy tanks, she pivots a nipple and slams into your slack-jawed mouth.
>The stud fills your maw, your tongue pinned down by the somewhat-bumpy, plump, firm sponge that is Anonymoo's spout.
>Thick milk pumps warmly down your throat, and you struggle to grab the over-engorged teat to stabilize yourself.
>She coos and speaks soft words of an unknown language, making your thought sluggish and your head soft.
>The flow of nectar begins to steadily speed up, but despite downing literal gallons of the stuff within minutes-
>-You're hungry. Incredibly hungry as a matter of fact.
>Your gut never grows in size-in fact, it's shrunken down to a slightly visible 6-pack beneath.
>Your hunger is endless, it feels as if you could just drink it all up in one go and never blow up.
>Biting down on the stud elicits moans from the magicow as she trembles and jiggles in her green gushy mass.
>An explosion of dairy fills your gullet, forming a bulge in your throat that you register with an erotic moan, despite your airways completely blocked off by a torrent of corrupted cow's milk.
>Said explosion is quickly quelled when you begin to suckle even harder to your surprise.
>Pulling and downing what you can, Moo begins to display signs of discomfort and worry and within minutes, her right breast emptied itself into you-slightly shrunk, but not much.
>The only thing to show that you had even drank anything was a small gut that was currently shrinking, albeit significantly slower this time.
>Grunting and growling, wriggling in her soft grasp, you shift around trying to reach the other breast, all the while not paying attention to your unusually swollen prick, rubbing away in and at all of the folds of fat on her body.
>Her attempt at drowning your power out with hers has backfired on a way that neither of you saw coming.
>She struggles with your warped, transforming body, and attempts to engulf and smother you with her mass.
>You pant and breathe at your chaotic transformation, tongue lolling out of your mouth becoming steadily longer and thicker.
>You pull it back and spit it out, licking the leftovers on the rest of your body and the nooks and crannies in the enclosed green cage.
>A low, highly audible rumble can be heard from your stomach, an indicator that this is FAR from being over.
>The hunger grows ever deeper, and you NEED that milk like it's the end of the world.