Velaris was apparently at the end of her usefulness, if there has been any. After all, there's just little 
usefulness in a mutt-like parody of an elf which spent the whole day barking senseless things in an attempt to 
deserve just a bit more of her Goddess' cock, or even just to give her a laughter about the pathetic fuck-meat she 
was barely able to be. She was simply not fit for that massive horsecock, for as much as it could stretch her. She 
was not worthy of its divine blessing, but the Goddess was kind enough to gift her now and then with gallons of 
that mind-numbling ballsnot regardless. Since she wasn't useful at all as a fucktoy, she's been mostly up for 
cock-cleaning duties, and that was something in which she was not properly good, but less of a fucking failure.
Once more, she failed. Even now, after she received one of those blessings to spray directly on her face, caking it 
in a layer of rancid, yellow cum mixed with smegma, the raven-haired elf was not even capable of cleanin gup that 
thick layer of filth and dickcheese underneath Katarina's foreskin. Velaris was four-legged into a puddle of her 
Goddess' cum, which also was soaked into most of the rags she was wearing, other than her own hair. There was not 
even an inch of that useless jizz-mop that wasn't graced with the Goddess' virile swimmers. And yet, she failed 
regardless of that much kindness. A weak mewl of despair escaped from Velaris' lips, and not much due to fear, but 
mostly for the fact that she disappointed the Goddess. Not to mention that her drugged, poisoned mind was also 
aching impossibly for her to swallow some more of her Goddess' cock. Her body, though, couldn't take anymore. At 
some point, she simply gave up and her body sprawled weakly into that puddle of cum, the side of her face and her 
eye submerged into it, while she was panting at Katarina's feet, right underneath the massive, heavy cock that was 
resting upon the other side of her face, oozing some more cum and smegma directly upon her cheek.

[19:53]*Katarina Roloval could only 'Tch' loudly as the fucking rancid jizz gurgler collapsed into the pool of her own juices. The thick, nasty shit she called her semen already assaulting the black-haired bitch's skin. She felt the virile, 
powerful tadpole-esque swimmers slamming themselves into her skin. Against her lips - digging at her eye socket, to 
get into her fucking body. Her stomach teemed with the unborn life, constantly making her feel as if she had 
butterflies fluttering within her stomach - when in reality it was far more sinister, as monstrous sperm ate at the 
lining of her stomach - which was partially the reason why she was so fucking useless lately. Her body outright 
rejecting any more of the filthy dick-snot, in self-preservation. Not that Katarina cared about any of that, as she 
stamped her boot down upon the raven-haired skull of her mutt. Smashing her nostril into the inches-deep puddle she 
was surrounded by. Forcing her to snort up the nerve-wracking and nostril burning slime of smegma and actual potent 
jizz. Her nostril that was untouched, unviolated to the spunk below - immediately beginning to bleed, as the 
fucking swimmers had their way with the closest point to her brain - her fucking smell receptors. Her body 
twitching pathetically, as she felt her nose begin to 'short-out' metaphorically. Ah~. She felt it then.. They were 
digging up, through her flesh now.. They wanted at her brain, and there was nothing she could fucking do to stop it 
now. But again - Katarina didn't care. She was sick of Velaris's ineptitude. Of her complete and utter inabilty to 
do the simplest of fucking tasks. She stepped upon the girl's skull - the immense eight foot tall Elf nearly 
cracking open her head from the weight - and walked past. Caking her boots in the putrid slime called jizz, as she 
found a vial on a nearby dresser.. Uncorked it - and simply poured it over the retarded bitch's skull. She wasn't 
wasting time with her anymore. Her dick wasn't even half fucking cleaned of her build up of dick cheese. This bitch 
wasn't worth the effort of treating kindly - Her potions didn't need to be drank - it was simply less messy that 
way, but she was going to need to pull out the mop fucking regardless. Katarina's boot swiftly slamming into the 
whore's stomach, pushing her out of the pool of jizz and nut butter she was constantly embroiled in. Her massive, 
three-foot long cock smacking against her own thighs loudly, as it leaked pre-jizz all across the floor. And she 
waited, as her body shrunk. Shrunkd own further and further, until she was barely six inches tall.. Her clothing, 
her, the jizz caking the clothing - all shrinking with it. "STAND." Came a bellowing voice far above her, that was 
in reality little more than a whisper. 
[19:54]Katarina Roloval: Forced? Yes. Do I give a fuck? No. You're here to be railed down my cock - little else.

[20:11]*Velaris was a monument to the uselessness and the pathetic. The more her body tried to reject Katarina, the more her mind craved for her. She felt just right as her face got burieddown into that puddle of cum, most of it anyway. She had that... unsettling feeling about Katarina's cum as if it was somehow alive. There were no other means to describe how each time she had to deal with it, she could feel her cum "crawling" on her skin. Trying indeed to get into a deeper layer. Skin, or tastebuds. As if they wanted to impregnate not her, but each single cell of her body to make a better individual than the useless cum-guzzler she was meant to be. The trample was something she barely endured, and it made the other elf's nose and mouth let out a 
moan which was muffled in cum. It was more likely a gurgling sound, as it bubbled out the yellowish cockjuice. Then the Goddess walked away, and Velaris knew deep inside that she failed her Goddess and made her upset. That was more than enough to drive her desperate with remorse and sorrow. It was all part of the very first potion she was forced to drink, when she was still a.. "normal" being. Now her whole life was meant to rotate around Katarina's fucked up sadism. She was barely concious when the potion was poured on her, and the only reason she didn't just pass out unconcious and bleeding, was the kick which emptied her lungs. Oh, and it did work indeed as intended, moving the mutt away from the cum-puddle, leaving trails behind her, as she rolled over and shrank. She couldn't really figure out what was happening at first, she just felt like the whole world was spinning around her. Instead it was just becoming bigger. A lot bigger. And if Katarina's horsecock wasn't scary already, now it was hundreds of times bigger than her whole being. Then that voice, which felt like it was thundering in her head. Or maybe, it was just about the swimmers still pounding against the pathetic elf's receptors, trying to get past her skull and into her 
brain. Velaris didn't hesitate at all now. Stand? It was simple. She couldn't figure why she got shrunk, but she didn't care. All that mattered, was Katarina's entertainment. So there she was, a cum-caked 6 inches tall elf. She looked more like a pixie or something alike, right now. She walked few steps towards her Goddess, still not really walking straight, until she found her usual place, right in front of that mastodon cock, kneeling and bowing down to its magnificence. A quick kneel-and-bow before she got swiftly up again, standing as commanded.

[20:25]*Katarina Roloval watched the retarded jizz container kneel and bow like some sort of devout worshiper praising and prostrating themselves before her deity. Velaris couldn't even see her Goddess's face anymore - the thick, vein-laced cock that she could hear throbbing feet above her, dominated her vision like some sort of mountain on the horizon. It disgustingly leaking fat globules of pre-jizz and chunky layers of smegma down around her - Katarina purposefully dragging her foreskin back and forth over the ridge, lazily masturbating with one hand to scrape off the foul filth the bitch was unable to clean off 
properly. It surrounded her sickly, flowing over her legs, up to her knees - threatening to knock her down and surround her with the jizz. To bathe her in the spunk. For the first time, she could look down and see the rancid swimmers.... A desperate shiver of fear running up and down her spine as it looked quite apparent that the massive tadpoles most certainly had jagged rows of.. fucking teeth. That these things - had impregnated others - was a revolting, nerve-wracking ideal to envision. These things didn't fucking impregnate.. They devoured and fucking replaced. But Velaris knew - this was spunk befitting her Goddess. That it was only right she had such vorcaious, viscous looking swimmers. But she had very little time to think, as her Goddess bent forward - and wrapped a singular hand around her slimy form. Tossing her erratically around, flipping her body until her pinky finger was firmly wrapped around her neck. Until she upside down, her skull pointed directly towards the floor feet below her. 
It felt so tight in her Goddess's hand. Her hot palm scalding her skin, almost as if she wanted to burn the jizz away that caked her. But then the poor little cum-stain opened her eyes, her vision righting itself from the sudden jostling, and looked at the wide, immense cock-slit that was drooling pre-jizz all over the fucking floor. That was taller than her fucking body was wide. That was dark, and constantly flexing, twitching with reckless abandon. And then everything was muffled, as her entire body - head to fucking foot was stabbed into the Elf's urethra, an uncaring Katarina slamming her face-first into the constant torrent of thick nut-butter, and then squeezed the ridge of her cock - hard. With both hands. Katarina's body quivering in sheer bliss as she felt the snapping, the cracking of bones. Her shaft doing something strange as it massaged the Elf's form.. and started to take it down. Slowly pushing and tugged Velaris's still conscious, broken body - surrounded by clear pre-jizz and smegma, unable to move. Unable to hear. Simply feeling the constant, constrictive pressure applying itself to her form on all fucking sides, as gravity took it's toll and dragged her downwards.. Further.. Deeper... The Elf helping it along, as every bone in the poor raven-haired slut's body was broken, barely able to open her jaw to gasp out for air. Her pre ejactulate seemingly knowing to give her brief pockets.. Before drowning her in spunk, before allowing her to inhale once more. It was a torturous affair, that had no end in sight, until she entered the thin-skinned testicles.. The dull lamblight pouring through the skull-sized nuts Katarina sported, and she could see.. Swimming, slowly drowning in jizz... The fucking terrifying swimmers... The potent, impressive spawn creators that hadn't seen the outside of Katarina's nuts since their conception months ago. That were hafl the fucking size of Velaris's body. That looked as if a single one of them, would be enough to impregnate a thousand women without much fucking effort on their behalf. And they all? They all seemed to be swimming towards on thing. One broken, slimy form. The bitch. The mutt. The intruder - Velaris.

Velaris was in awe and fear, even though she couldn't really tell the difference since her mind wasn' tthinking 
straight or normally. She had still that curse on her that made Katarina everything she wanted. Anyone else would 
have ran, or felt an ounce of compassion towards the poor willing-to-die elf now. But there was no one that knew 
how and where she ended up. No one apart from her Goddess, which was the one who.. "cared" for her, in her eyes. 
Her whole body was being covered with even more fluids, replacing the coat of drying cum she had moments earlier. 
It made her slicker indeed, but that was not enough anyway for what was coming next. Tle floor wasn't there 
anymore, she was being lifted up within her Goddess' warm palm, And somehow she felt thankful, since she noticed 
how those tadpoles had teeth, if not fangs. It was simply fucking ridicolous and she couldn't proprly understand 
how that was even possible, if it wasn't for Katarina's own potions. Probably she did that on purpose, but right 
now, to Velaris felt indeed just normal that her Goddess had a far superior seed than any other lesser being. It 
made sense for it to be able to eat-and-replace. A bit of dizziness claimed the elf as her body was "manhandled" as 
if she was some kind of doll or sextoy. A fleshlight, maybe? But that wasn't going to be her purpose at all. She 
was still merely a tool though. She saw that massive monster becoming closer and closer, the cumslit she sucked, 
lapped and cleaned many times becoming impossibly tall and more than enough to swallow her. A tiny part of her old 
being flashed a bit of fear, an urging sense of self-preservation that made her body spasm alittle, as if she 
tried, just for a moment, to wriggle away from the Goddess' grasp, before her hypnotized mind made her docile 
again. And that was probably the last spark of "sanity" Velaris ever had, before her body was stabbed into 
Katarina's urethra. As soon as her head slipped into her, Velaris could feel the quintessence of Katarina's scent. 
The musk, the virility. It clinged at her own form, while she was forced to descend further into that duct. She 
could hear the sloshing cum further down, before she felt her own bones which couldn't just keep up with the 
pressure of the cock twitching and engulfing her. The elf moaned ans creamed in agony, while her body adapted to 
fit and be somehow swallowed down that long shaft. It wasn't a swift venture, it was slow and painful. She could 
barely breathe the rancind smell in there, if she wasn't actualy swimming in clear pre-cum. She couldn't move at 
all, not even to escape now. She could just breathe when her ribs didn't stab her painfully, and slowly her screams 
became just sobbing moans, as she finally got past the Goddess' cumshaft and splashed directly into the cum-filled 
testicles. With her body mostly broken, Velaris could just float upon that sea of pre-cum and jizz. She could feel 
how those testicles were twitching and flooding those chambers with even more ballsnot, in which Velaris was now 
slowly drowning more and more into unconciousness, before Katarina's balls began to churn her body, eventually 
beginning her ascension into becoming something better: part of her Goddess' load.

[21:13]*Katarina Roloval grunted out in pleasure as she let the black-haired.. No.. That wasn't the proper term for 
her anymore. Her hair was dissolving, losing pigmentation.. Eaten away by the sheer sloshing and virility of the 
fluids that she was now drowning in. Her vision was darkening, blackening with her death - before she felt pain 
fill her form. Inescapble, unbearable pain as she glanced and saw her flesh melting. As it turned from pale white 
to sickly, rancid looking yellow ball snot. She should have been horrified by this sudden morphing of her body. 
That she wasn't even becoming one of her Goddess's viscous sperm - no. She was becoming the liquid betweenthe 
swimmers. The foul smelling, yellow juice they swam in. That her hair was turning into mush, her fingers. Her very 
form becoming intangible - not herself. Every bit of her body around her becoming molecules of yellow, smelly and 
protein laced fluid. Even her fucking clothes were melting, swishing with the churning of her nuts - with the 
burrowing of the tadpoles around her. Her form was lost, her consciousness simply drifting with the spunk and jizz 
as she couldn't even comprehend that her body was nothing more than the churning mixture - spread out thoroughly 
throughout the entirety of Katarina's rancid nuts. Her mind was in a constant state of blissful, happy dissonance. 
Nothing was left of her - nothing remained, yet still her mind strove on. Listening to the sounds of her churning 
jizz, watching it slosh, seeing the tadpoles smash against one another - consume each other, growing bigger within 
her. It felt like an eternity to her - simply existing within those churning hot nuts. A type of heaven for her. No 
thinking was required, no thoughts. She simply was, she was simply the foul putrid and nasty shit that made up 
Katarina's nut butter. But that was all ruined, swiftly - for it had been little more than a few minutes. Katarina 
allowing her body to settle in her nuts, before she had immediately began to jackhammer her turgid meat with both 
of her hands. Nuts smashed against the ground, the slime and cum coating the floor being more than enough lubricant 
as she rocked back and forth on the filled sacs. Moaning out whorishly, reveling in what she had done. Enjoying the 
fact that her next load - was going to be Velaris. And in all honesty? It was going to be fucking wasted, spewed 
into a bright pink condom that barely fit the head of her cock. Her panting breathes were ragged and hard, body 
flushed red from arousal and complete lack of self-control. She clawed her way along the length of her titanic 
shaft, nails scrapping over the veins - cutting open her flesh and leaving long lines of red across her member. The 
masochistic and depraved side of Katarina escaping, as she did everything she could within her power to orgasm as 
quickly as fucking possible. Her mind teeming with utmost need and depravity, until her body spasmed. Her fat teats 
jiggling as all the air left her lungs in a quivering exhale. Her hand firmly gripped around the edge of the condom 
- knowing full well if she hadn't, it would jet off almost immediately as her heart-shaped eyes rolled into the 
back of her blonde skull. Her nuts twitching, as they emptied their load. A load far bigger than what was currently 
her spunk ever got close to milking out of her monstrous shaft. A load impressive enough to fill a jacuzzi. 
Katarina's condom growing, and filling. Sloshing with the obscene liquid - with what was Velaris. The first few 
seconds alone, bloating it larger than a fucking beach ball, the Elf letting the heavy thigh weigh down and smack 
against the floor as she continued to cum for minutes at a time. Letting it wash over her, as her sweaty and 
muscled body convulsed in bliss. The condom spreading out, stretching against the floor - bigger and larger, until 
it about about the size of an inflatable fucking mattress, the Elf's orgasm finally tappering off - sounding like a 
faucet dribbling before finally no longer leaking altogether. With shaky hands, she undid the hem of the condom - 
and swiftly tied it up. Tens of gallons of her spunk made up the condom - it must have weighed more than Velaris 
did during her entire fucking existence. It was obscene, watching the yellow tinted jizz slosh and move with the 
slightest of touches of the condom. Katarina looking at it, watching.. Thinking of the.. red-haired? mutt who had 
helped make it possible... Grabbed the edge of it, and dragged it to the dumpster outside - tossing it on top of 
the sleeping, homeless prostitute inside. Giggling to herself, as it burst on contact - filling the dumpster 
immediately and overflowing over the sides, as air bubbles gurgled to the top. The whore not even awakening, as she 
began to drown. Viscous, vicious, and ravenous swimmers feasting on her form below, desperate for a hole to 
impregnate - but finding nothing more than worthless meat, to churn into even more cum.