The Crimson Milk Ch. 17

Locking eyes with him, she let her plump lips slide over the head of his cock. His mind exploded with pleasure. He had to withhold the urge to instantly cum in her mouth. A familiar tingling sensation spread through his cock, and he noticed that each time she bobbed her head up, the full length of his cock would slide out of her mouth, a bit longer each time. Her pace quickened and her eyes flashed up to him again. His dick popped out of her mouth and she let it's full ten inches slap the side of her face. "Aren't you gonna cum? I just can't wait to taste your hot jizz. I've waited all these years for you to cum in my mouth, Mr. Wilson." She slipped his dick in her lips again and swirled her tongue along the head. He felt the rush of semen move from the base of his balls and burst into her mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked his body as cum erupted from his newly lengthened dick. Mira swallowed as much as she could, but finally his dick slipped out of her mouth, and he continued to spray onto her face, covering his former student with his sticky, and now pink, cum.

Martha came hard as she watched her husband spray cum on the face of the little vixen between his knees. Conner now had the physique of a demigod. She couldn't wait to have his new cock stuffed inside of her. She moved from her position to go clean her husband's jizz from Mira's face. Mira welcomed the help, exchanging a long slow kiss before using her hands to clean away the sweet tasting cream. Martha delighted to see her husband's newly corrupted cum plumped out her hips and ass even more. Turning her attention to their voluptuous corrupter, Martha lovingly helped the younger woman remove her top and slide out of her skirt, taking time to inhale the scent from the shaved pussy. Conner watched the two of them finish undressing one another, and his cock throbbed with rigidity again. Martha couldn't resist for long. She pushed Mira onto her back and slid down between her smooth thighs. She flattened her tongue and ran it down the full length of Mira's moist pussy. Mira moaned in response.

Conner, not to be left out, took his new length in his hand and jacked it until it was at a full ten inches. He positioned himself behind his wife, another oddly unfamiliar location, his hand print remained on her ass cheek, but they were nothing like they had been. Her ass wobbled with girth as she vigorously licked and fingered the younger woman. Conner's cock wedged itself in the outer folds of her soaked cunt. With the slightest push, he drove into her, filling her up to the brim with his fat cock. She moaned into the wet snatch and doubled her efforts.

"What's it like fucking your wife now, Mr. Wilson," Mira taunted. "I know she likes eating my pussy. I bet she likes having you fuck her too. Slap her ass some more, that seems to keep her in line."

Conner issued some guttural noises at Mira as his pace quickened. He began violently striking Martha's ass in time with each stroke. She whimpered and moaned, but continued to work on Mira. The three of them rutted, moaning and slurping and slapping, as a fervor of lust washed away the people who had been a happily married couple. Conner roared and his dick slid out of his wife's slick pussy, he wedged it in the cheeks of her ass and started blasting cum over the two writhing women before them. The splash of hot cum on her back caused Martha to spasm in orgasm, and Mira's thighs clamped down on her head as the young woman shuddered in orgasm as well.

The three of them were momentarily spent and they heard the howls of others welcoming them to the flock.

-

Jonathan heard the knock on his door and quickly stuffed his cock back into his pants. He paced back and forth for a minute, shaking his hands and squeezing his thighs, trying to make his erection subside. He peeked out the window, but could only see the shadows moving through the night. "Who is it," he asked meekly through the cracked door.

"Open." came a stern feminine voice.

He complied, pulling the door back to allow his lantern light to illuminate the figure. It was indeed a woman, but she wore a cowl that covered the majority of her form. He saw the faintest glints of metal beneath the shimmering grey cloak. "What do you want?" he asked, trying to sound confident.

"I want to come inside," she said. Her voice caused a shiver of dread to trickle down Jonathan's spine. He was afraid to disobey her, despite having never seen her before. The young man stood aside, and the figure strode into his meager home. The woman surveyed their surroundings, a tattered couch and a coffee table littered with empty junk food wrappers and soda cans. The only thing in any worthwhile condition was Jonathan's television and computer, but she could easily detect the stains of food and misfired jizz on the desk.

"Look lady, I don't know why you're here, but -" he stammered as she pulled the cowl off. Golden blonde hair spilled out and her immaculate features left him speechless. She untied the cloak and let it fall to the ground behind her as she stepped towards him. The glittering he had seen before revealed itself to be a full golden chain corset, cinched tightly around her perfect form.

"You are mine," she said, taking his neck by the throat. "To serve me and please me as I see fit. This is what you have always wanted. What you've beat your poor little prick to time and again. Isn't that right Jon." The woman started to change. When she had entered the room, she stood at the same height or perhaps even a few inches shorter than Jonathan, but now she loomed over him by a foot or more. Her small frame grew as well, toned muscle rippling through her arms and thighs while her breasts jutted up larger and larger, pushing over the top of the golden corset. The small leather skirt which had modestly covered her lower half stretched to its limit as her thighs and ass expanded with muscle. Jonathan could only whimper as the amazon transformed in front of him.

Barely exerting her strength, she tore apart his clothes, leaving him naked in his own living room. He tried to shield his rigid prick from her glare. Shame possessed him. Part of him wanted to run and hide, but another voice kept him glued to the spot, even urging him to jack off to the buxom woman before him. Her size had tripled, forcing her to stoop in order to avoid the ceiling. Her thighs thickened to as big around as his head, and her breasts swelled to gigantic pillows. "Your little prick would do nothing for me. This is unacceptable, and we must fix this." One of her hands grabbed him by the shoulder and lifted him up in mid air, pulling him to her chest. "Drink!" she commanded, and he obeyed.

He latched his whole mouth to her left breast, his hands reaching around to hug the massive tit to him as he sucked. The milk invaded his body and began working its corruptive will over him. His dick pressed against the golden corset. Despite its metal appearance, it was soft and smooth, much like the amazon's skin. His eyes flickered open, and he saw the metal ringlets meld into her skin, giving her smooth flesh a scaled look. Two mountainous tits sat atop the golden skin, and he could just glimpse far enough down to see her pussy glistening with arousal.

She pulled him off her and casually dropped him to the middle of the room. With a insignificant amount of effort, she pushed aside all his furnishings and sat down on her ample ass and leaned against the interior wall. Spreading her legs, she showed him her dripping pussy, "Think you'll be able to fill that up for me? I've been aching for a proper fuck ever since I've changed. Even Bull can't keep me feeling stuffed. What've you got for me big boy?"

Jonathan looked down at his five inch dick and then up at her crotch. The giantess's labia was the size of his forearm, and he knew his prick would feel like nothing to his new goddess. A surge of energy went through him, and he watched as his cock throbbed with new life. He started to run his hand up and down his length, eager to see it grow. His body began to change from a flabby nothing to a rigid block of muscle. He noticed a particular strength in his lower legs and back. Soon, he saw why.

His cock had already surpassed anything he'd seen in porn. Fifteen inches long and growing in girth as well. It stood obscenely out from his midsection like a third leg. His balls bulged to the size of grapefruits, and he felt a surge of cum accompanying his growth. The amazon reached down with her hand and began to stroke the massive cock. Though it was still small in her hand, it rapidly filled the space. In moments, bliss erupted in Jonathan's mind as his cum blasted out, coating the floor in a thick cream. With a single finger, the amazon pushed him onto his back, and he whimpered as he saw her moving over him.

Her massive frame crushed down on top of him, but his cock wiggled against her slippery quim. He let out a long sigh as it wedged between her pussy lips. His dick was almost bigger than his legs, and he worried about what it would mean for him, but only until she lowered herself onto him. Amazing warmth surrounded his gargantuan cock. Her pussy rippled with pleasure, her walls massaging him as she took his entire length into her. "Oh god...you're big...even for me..." she said breathlessly.

She began to rock back and forth on his dick, grinding downward while he helplessly laid beneath her, mind burning with pleasure. He wanted to crawl up to her and kiss her or fondle her big titties, but he was content to be pinned beneath her, a human dildo for her pleasure. He could manage to reach her clit from his position between her thighs. He rubbed in time with her thrusting until he felt her whole body go rigid. Jonathan hoped she wouldn't crush him to death, but wouldn't mind all that much. His giant testicles pulled up to his body and gout after gout of cum bubbled out of his cock, filling her pussy as she screamed in orgasm. Her juices washed over him as she shuddered in pleasure.

She bent down to his ear and made an attempt to whisper. "Now I want it in my ass."

-

Poe looked out his window. In the various houses around the street, he could hear the moans and screams of copulating neighbors. The beasts patrolling the streets had become distracted by the rutting converts and forgot about Poe's silent house.

Behind him, the changeling creature that had so recently appeared to be his dead wife sat bound to a chair. It had been painfully difficult to resist her, but the creature had been wrong in its choices. Luck, he thought. Everyone else in town desired something freakish or obscene, and maybe he did too. But the thing he desired most was his wife. Illusions might work for all the others, but Poe doubted even these monsters could trick the human mind into believing that the dead come back. He couldn't fathom why that wouldn't be obvious to these beasts. He heard the knock at his back door. Other members of the resistance came in to the room.

"Stay back from her," Poe warned. "She's not dangerous to me, but that doesn't mean she can't take one of you."

Everett answered in a whisper, "Then you bring it. We have to be more careful this time. The way to the safe house is clear for now. We have to hurry."

Poe nodded. He grabbed the outer bonds on the changeling and forced her to stand. She did not resist, already eyeing the others as potential converts. Poe pushed her towards the back. As he walked through his hallway, he noticed the picture of his wife. "You looked nothing like her," he muttered.

In moments, the refugees were gone.