As the day's first dawn broke over Yhanis, the northernmost city of the Technarchical Empire, Remesh climbed the steps to stand upon The Dawn's Wall. It was far from the bustling of city center, so the noise of the city's Magicraft wonders had faded behind him. It was actually... quiet for once.
It had only been light for a few breaths but, Kali'ei, Star-Goddess of Journeys, was already far from the horizon. The blue sun might have been smaller than her sister Gen'ai's vast golden sphere which heralded the true beginning of the day, but her sapphire light was just as brilliant. Her light danced over the shifting grains of the Amberi Plains, casting the tall foliage as waves on the ocean. The young swordfighter greeted the heavenly body with the familiarity one might direct at a close friend.
"Do you always speak so presumptively to the Morning Sun?" Asked a familiar voice from behind him.
Remesh turned, the junior Guildsman finding himself standing in the presence of A Watcher. The warrior, who was as svelte and graceful as a Tigersnake, stood a head taller than him. They were clad in the Watcher's uniform of tight-fitting black beneath glimmering steel. A short scimitar was secured to each hip and the scabbards' ornate metalwork shone brightly in the pre-dawn. The Watcher's face was obscured by the colorless, but demonic visage of He'tael, God of Secrets. Unlike many of Yhanis' foot soldiers, however, their mask's horns were a brilliant red. It was a mark of distinction which indicated they were a Squadmaster.
"How do you know I was not speaking to you, D'nelle?" The hero-in-training said, a grin spreading across his face. "I like the new mask."
"Oh, right, you've been so busy with Guild stuff..." His childhood friend tugged off the mask and its hood, revealing that she had continued to shave her head. Not only that, but there were a half-dozen more silvery sigils tattooed into her dark brown skin.
"I guess you've not seen me since my commission," she continued, leaning on the chest high parapet. Her gaunt face expressed how bad the fiend situation had become as of late. The warrior's already prominent cheekbones had become even more so, giving her face an aggressive angular shape. By contrast, the glyphs in the shadows of her face shone like constellations as Kali'ei's light played over them.
"I am guessing that things are going well?" She laughed as he said it.
"You could say that. I rise because others perish... They call me the Flurry of Blades now," she added, before pressing her lips together so hard they changed colors. "But, enough about that. Why are you up here, on my wall, talking to a Goddess when the curfew is still in effect? You of all people should know how dangerous the fiends are."
"I'd actually forgotten about the curfew, so... that's on me. However, I wanted to thank Kali'ei for looking over me--and you as well--these last few years," Remesh said before looking back to the morning star. "She let us steal so many hours in her morning twilight for training. Like a worried Aunt, she was there when you told me you were enlisting. That she is here as well, at this moment, feels like a great omen."
"Today's the day then?" D'nelle said more than asked. "You're finally headed out beyond the walls with The Guild."
"I am."
"I don't need to tell you it's dangerous out there, I know The Guild has been helping the effort by squashing the fiends that breach the walls--but, come back safe, okay?"
"You know how these things can be," he replied. "I'll do what I can."
*Later that day...*
"What say you?" Asked the halberd-wielding leader of the group Remesh had joined. "Shall we pursue those mangy curs?"
The man in the iron mask turned to look at his compatriots and their new recruit as they considered chasing the goblin brigands into the cave.
"What do you think, newbie?" Asked the older woman who was dressed in fine robes that seemed to float around her like she was underwater. Her blue-black hair was shot with white and her serious face was the weathered brown of someone who had spent a lot of time outside. She leaned on her staff as they paused. The Magicraft weapon which glimmered and hummed as it absorbed the mana in the air around them and Remesh felt safer knowing they had a mage with them.
Things had been going well as they cleared out a group of goblin bandits, so Remesh felt emboldened by the camaraderie of the senior members of The Guild. "I say we follow them. We can't consider the quest finished if they're going to be waylaying caravans again the moment we move on."
"Well reasoned and, also well said, Remesh," said the party's cleric. They were tall and pale, with silver hair and pointed ears. Their kind, expressive face had an ageless beauty to it, especially their brilliant blue eyes. It was likely the Elf was a missionary from the other side of The Teeth. Nowadays, light-skinned adventurers were a rarity in Technarchic-controlled provinces.
After a few more moments of rest, they entered the cave. The moment the magic-user ignited her staff, they were swarmed. It was a frantic moment as goblins attacked from all sides. They were even bursting up out of the ground!
"Do the thing!" Yelled the elf as they formed symbols of prayer with their spindly fingers.
"Got it!" The magic-user stepped forward just as a bubble of force surrounded the rest of the party. They raised the staff and its glow grew brighter than even Gen'ei's light. Then, they slammed it down and a firestorm erupted around them. The tide of fire lapped at the barrier, breaking around it in waves. The flames bit into the horde of goblins as the ribbons of flame spiraled out from the mage. There was a roar as the inferno crashed into the walls of the cavern before they flickered out of existence. The heat however, remained. All around, rocks glowed like they were embers in a hearth.
"Methinks we can call this quest done," said the main in the iron mask. "Shall we return
to the fort and--By the stars! What is *that*?
A hulking creature which stood on four legs had just emerged from the corridor at the far end of the chamber. Even in the half-light, Remesh could see that its massive outline was shifting and hazy. The air began to reek with the stink of decay. The man in the iron mask got between the other Guild members and the threat. They brandished their halberd but the threat had no effect on the creature. Whatever the monster was, it was not dissuaded by steel.
With a roar that shook rocks down from the ceiling, it lunged. The man in the iron mask rolled out of the way, only to find himself helpless as the creature began to manifest tendrils with gleaming, pointed barbs. It lashed out and the sharp spikes cut through the warrior's enchanted armor like it was paper and, in a flurry of wet squelches, pinned him to the stone floor.
"What are you fools waiting for!? R-R-Run for your--*urk*!"
The creature yanked back, jerking the fighter off their feet. Once they were airborne, seven wriggling tendrils which had skewered them pulled apart, dismembering the warrior. Those many portions hit the ground with wet crunches which made Remesh's stomach turn. He had barely known the other Guilded but, it was no less unsettling to see another person being torn apart like that. Behind him, the Cleric and the Mage began to chant. Remesh wanted to flee. He knew what they faced was beyond them and wanted so desperately to flee but, instead, found himself transfixed as the creature bent over the Captain's mostly intact torso.
Somehow, the fractured warrior was still alive as they flung a dagger with their remaining arm. The blade sailed end over end to sink into the blackened flesh of the monster's boxy head. The shadowy horror let loose another roar, a bellow which was familiar and yet, utterly alien. There was a shout behind him and a crackling spear whooshed past him to sink into the creature's shoulder.
With a deep, dark yelp, the creature staggered back before a hundred green eyes opened in the dark. Their baleful light filled the corridor, revealing the horror with which they were engaged. Seconds later, a massive, shadowy blur blew past him, sending him flying as the air pressure of the cave sucked him off his feet and then slammed him to the cave floor behind the creature's huge form. Dazed, the swordsman lay on the ground for a moment.
In the distance, he saw the protect spell warding off attacks from the barbed tentacles of the creature. Getting his arms and knees under him, Remesh forced himself to his feet. Then, despite the screams in his head to flee, he stumbled over to the man in the iron mask. There was not much left of him below the waist, but he was still alive. Remesh fished his only teleportation talisman out of his pack and thought of the nearby fort before pressing it to the dying man's chest.
"You're a true hero, Remesh," the man said as he vanished in a cloud of smoke.
"No-no-no! *Ahh*!"
There was a sickening crunch behind him as the barrier finally shattered. The creature swung its head around and a gloved hand along with some amount of arm landed on the ground near him. The limb, which looked like it had been attached to the Elf, had been brutally severed just above the elbow. The young warrior felt his insides clench as the disembodied hand jumped off the ground like a fish before going completely limp. Beyond terror at that point, he was calm as he ran towards the monster--and, more importantly, the light beyond.
He reached the cave's mouth just as the Elf also 'ported out. The mage, however, stood her ground and blasted the monstrosity with a spell strong enough to make the ground shake from the concussion. Remesh was ashamed that he did not stop to see if that had been enough--he had a feeling even that it had not been. Seconds after he lost sight of the cave, there was an inhuman scream.
Remesh kept running. Based on how winded he was getting, he was reaching his limit. He did not dare to stop for rest, however. He could hear the heavy steps of the nightmarish beast moving behind him. Its gooey salvia hissed as it dripped down onto to the rocks. Was this it? Was he going to perish on his first mission? He just had to get back to the fort. It was not all that far.
He rounded a corner, recalling the marker they had placed, only to find himself facing a dead end. The swordsman could feel the creature bearing down on him, its focus an almost palpable pressure which made his knees quake. Whirling around, he caught a glimpse of it and ducked behind a boulder. Perhaps, if he was lucky, it would go on past him. The putrid stench of its slimy spittle and the whooshing of its dense cadre of tentacles grew closer and closer until he was jerked off his feet by something which had wrapped around his ankle.
Sailing through the air, he realized the whole bear-shaped creature was a nightmarish mix of eyes, mouths, and tentacles that all seemed to bubble and writhe as if its very existence was were mutable. To his sick fascination, he could see new mouths emerging, blooming from betwixt others which faded back into the living darkness which held him. The only constant was the boxy shape of the head on a neck so thick that it would put most Ironwoods to shame. There he remained, dangling for the moment, held aloft as if the horrific monster had no idea what to do with him. Then, without warning, it smashed him into the canyon wall. With a wet crack, his body went numb from the impact. The thing tossed him down next and he hit the ground hard enough to bounce.
Just when the swordsman was sure this was the end for him. Shouts rang out from the direction of the outpost. Two figures appeared, and they challenged the creature with pole-axes which seemed impossibly big. There was a roar, and the sound of flesh being severed, but the two figures seemed uninjured. They pushed the monster back, slicing off its whip-like limbs when it tried to attack.
Not realizing the extent of his injuries, Remesh tried to push himself up off the ground. As he did, his arms which had been fractured from being smashed simply... snapped. There was a single moment of absolute clarity as he looked down at his bones protruding from his skin, and then, everything went black as he fainted just as big, powerful arms lifted him.
Remesh was in a mostly darkened room when his awareness returned. Light seeped in from around the curtains, but there was no telling how many hours he had been out. It could have even been days since his near-fatal encounter with the bear-like monster. When he tried to sit up and check on his arms, it felt like his body was on fire. Everything, from head to toe, hurt ten times more than after a hard day's training. He took a ragged breath and discovered his chest restricted. It was likely that tight-wrapped bandages were trying to keep his ribs in place. Similarly, something stiff was wrapped around his neck, preventing him from moving his head as well. The swordsman clenched his fists and let out a gasp as pain shot up his arms. However, his fingers did curl against his palms. Buoyed, the young hero gritted his teeth and raised his hands. It felt like shards of glass were being pressed into his limbs from the shoulder down, but he still let out a sigh of relief when his bandaged forearms rose into view. He relaxed at once after that. He was shivering and sweating as his body tried to cope with the overwhelming amount of pain. Not sure what else to do. Remesh relaxed as much as he could, hoping that it might reduce the pain even just a little bit.
While his body might have been at rest, such as it was, his mind was growing more frantic as the tragedy played out before him once more. What in the world had that creature been? How had *he alone* managed to survive? What fortune had favored him and was it benevolent or malicious? Who had those towering, mighty warriors been? Where was he?
As if in reply, a door opened to his left. Overhead, Magicraft lights snapped on, the flare of brilliance forcing him to blink. Though he could not see for the temporary blindness, the heavy footfalls of ironclad boots indicated two people had entered the room.
"Oh good, he's awake." Said a warm female voice with a lilting tempo. "I was worried that--"
"Don't get ahead of yourself," said another, equally musical feminine voice, although her tone was far harsher from how she snapped her consonant sounds. "He might be damaged beyond repair..."
"Wha..." he croaked, but neither woman seemed to hear him, and by time Remesh's eyes adjusted, a pair of swarthy feminine faces had floated into view. The first thing he noticed about the woman on the right was the soft blue glow emanating from her irises. She had short, dark hair that hung over one eye, further accentuating the pulsating light as it danced over skin that was a shade darker than the bronze of Guild pennies.
The woman on the left had eyes that shimmered with a subtle green luminescence. Her pastel purple hair twisted into braids from her temples back to the nape of her neck where the rest of her locks vanished into two little draw-string bags. Her complexion was brighter than her companion's and brought to mind the soft brown of freshly made caramel.
"My last--?" he began, not quite sure what all had transpired, but found himself coughing instead. The young hero had thought trying to move his broken arms had been painful, but the way his body contracted with each hacking contraction was so far beyond that. He felt warmth slipping between his lips, and was dimly aware that each spasm pumped more of his blood out of his mouth.
"Shhh..." said the other woman as she put a hand to his forehead. There was the tell-tale ring of Celestial magic. "Rest a bit more for me. We'll talk later..." With that, he found himself slipping away once more as the blackness of oblivion consumed him and his pain. They were both there when he awoke once more.
"Now, don't make him panic this time, Ta'lyt." The other woman's voice was just as melodic, though her tone was smoother overall. "It'll only aggravate his injuries."
The woman called Ta'lyt looked down and him, and frowned, her blue eyes narrowing as their glow brightened. "No offense, kid, but--her glowing gaze shifted to her companion's face--Look at him, Za'lin! The Abyssticore did a number on him. It's a miracle we could get his arms healed considering how infected the wounds were."
"You just saw what the stress did, his body is barely together, and every fit is only going to make things worse. So please, stop yelling."
The woman on the right walked away, ranting about the Guild not taking sufficient steps to keep adventurers safe when sending them out.
"Don't mind my partner," Za'lin muttered. "She's... easily excitable."
"Do you mind if I sit down?" The warrior woman sat down on the bed with him. The mattress sunk beneath her and, even though Remesh was sure she was sitting on the edge of the bed, the curve of her ass brushed against his arm. What we're calling the thing that wiped your party out,"Za'lin replied, smoothing the bedspread before her. "It's a Beyonder symbiote which has consumed much of the dire wildlife in the area--"
"Converting them into fiends," he finished. 'That explains the recent uptick in activity... Do The Watchers know? The Guild?"
'That's why we're here.
"What will happen to me? I have nothing besides the Guild."
"That's actually why we're here, newbie. What if I told you I knew of a way to heal the damage they could not?"
"I would ask you what the catch is."
"It's quite straightforward," she said as she smoothed the blanket on his chest. "I can change a person with my abilities. Remake them into someone else."
Remesh weighed the unknown against his current situation. The longer he was awake, the more he was aware of searing pain from head to toe. "How bad are..."
"Your injuries? Bad. They fixed your arms but, your whole body is shattered to some extent, and much of your skin is covered in burns."
Za'lin did not reply. The woman named Ta'lyt walked back to his bedside. "You'll become a new person. You'll probably look mostly the same, but this has been known to have...side effects. Unpredictable ones. Still, you'd be able to adventure again."
"We're even looking for a third right now," Za'lin added. "You could come with us!"
"You promise?"
They both nodded.
What did he have to lose? "Sure, make it happen."
//TODO change from injection to balm, have this be more eros
A length of rubber was tied around his upper left arm. Za'lin rummaged in her cloak for a moment and then held up a needle and a vial of deep red, translucent fluid. She shook the bottle and, from how the fluid swirled, it was obviously a Gel-based solution. The Guilded woman drew from the vial until the chamber was three-quarters full. The metal point was inserted into his skin and he felt a slowly building pressure as the injection began to seep into his body.
There was a squirming sensation beneath his skin as more and more Gel was injected into his bloodstream. As the viscous fluid pumped through his veins, he began to feel a spreading chill. The cold deepened as it reached his chest, as if he was standing in a blizzard. He began to gasp for breath as something filled his throat. Seemingly drowning, everything began to twist. It felt like he was being crushed while also being pulled apart. Clawing at the bed with his good arm, Remesh fought to stay alive as competing pressures wracked his body.
At all once, it was over. He could feel again. His toes wiggled, his right hand clenched, the pressure on his chest was gone. He raised his hands to his face, but did not recognize the blue-skinned digits that came into view. He definitely remembered having five fingers, not four. His breath quickened as he sat up and saw how short his legs had become under the blanket. He was probably no taller than four-seven, four-eight at best.
Pressing hands to his face, he found smooth skin instead of the stubble of a day's beard. His jawline was narrower, his cheeks fuller. Moving back, he found the shape of his ears had changed, becoming short triangles that angled out from his head slightly. He licked his lips and found them fuller and more sensitive than he recalled. Snapping his mouth closed in surprise, he bit a tongue that felt bigger than he remembered.
Za'lin waved a caramel-skinned hand in his face. "You in there, newbie?"
"I'm so different." Even his voice was smaller, but huskier.
"I would seem my partner's concoction has turned you into a half-breed of some sort," Ta'lyt said matter-of-factly. "However, as promised, you are whole again, yes?"
"I guess so and honestly, I feel great. Just surprised is all." He went to crack his knuckles and instead his fingers bent backwards, his pale skin turning translucent. He held his hands out in front of him and watched as their stretched shape returned to normal. He pulled one finger and it stretched out, becoming bright blue as it did so.
"That's...uh…"
"Why don't you get out of bed, newbie?"
//TODO Was the Monster something they made?
He threw back the blanket to swing his legs out of bed and froze. He was naked. He was naked and he had tits. Relatively large, perky tits with dark blue nipples and areolae to be precise. He cupped them and gasped at the feel of flesh giving under his fingers. Like with his fingers, the skin of his tits stretched and turned translucent when more force was applied. Just what had happened to him?
Shifting in bed, he felt his world tilt as he realized tits were not the only changes to his presentation. Between his legs was now a plush vulva, its midnight blue labia peeking out from the pale, moon blue skin of the surrounding mons.
There was a buzzing as everything began to spin. He heard Za'lin and Ta'lyt calling, but their words were garbled. Everything became a blur. The buzzing was painfully loud now, he couldn't catch his breath. Hands grabbed his shoulders, lips pressed against his own. Glittering green eyes held his gaze and, slowly, the world stopped spinning.
Za'lin sat back, her strong hands moving down to his arms. Her cloaked frame seemed even larger than before. "Sorry, newbie. It just seemed like you needed something to grab hold of."
He pulled away and jumped out of bed. "Well, yeah. I'm so different! How am I ever going to adventure like this?" He put his hands on his chest as he turned to face the pair of women.
"I'm gonna come up to most monster's knees..." His growing rant ended abruptly as he realized that was the situation he was in at that very moment. Faced with the full stature of his rescuers, or perhaps captors, his face was probably even with their navels, which put them at well over seven feet tall.
"For now, yes," Za'lin said as she squatted down to his level. "But this is just the beginning. We promised you'd join our party and we can't have you unable to defend yourself."
"We can pump you full of Experience," Ta'lyt added from above with a sweeping gesture along her body he did not understand. "If you want, that is."
"What? Do you both think this is some kind of game?"
Ta'lyt frowned. "Not at all, but how do you think we got this big?"
She undid her cape and letting it fall off her shoulders, revealing a body that was beyond Remesh's wildest imaginations. She wore a vest of hardened leather armor over dark, skin-tight cloth that ended mid-calf and arm. The stretchy fabric hugged hourglass curves which would have looked correct on a serving wench, but carried far more menace than any barmaid could have hoped for. For as curvy as she was, at the same time she was thickly muscled with shoulders, arms, and legs that put most of the city guardsmen to shame. Za'lin removed her cloak as well, revealing she was equally well developed. They really were goddesses.
"All of this," Ta'lyt began as she caressed a flexed bicep. "All of it is thanks to Za'lin's alchemy. We were once scrawny, but look at us now." She flexed her arms in front of her, making the muscles under her coppery skin dance.
"I figured out a way to distill the experience gained from fighting monsters," Za'lin explained, holding up the mostly empty vial from before. "This remarkable fluid can make anyone a legendary adventurer. The best thing? We're the only people who can make it."
"If it's so powerful, how come it made me like this then?"
"I'm not sure really," Za'lin rested her chin in her palm. "Perhaps I used too much. Perhaps it was too concentrated. It might just be because you're just starting out and it didn't really have anything to build on. Whatever the reason, you're like a half-human, half-slime hybrid."
"Okay, then, what do I need to do to fix this? Can you give me more Experience? Will that make me grow back to a reasonable size?"
"It should, but this isn't going to be as easy as you think." Za'lin bent down and put her hand on his shoulder. "We'll have to train your body with ours."
"Like sparing? I thought I just needed to take more of the Gel?"
Ta'tyl laughed. "Oh, you're going to be taking a lot of Gel all right. She means we're going to have our way with you until your body is so saturated with Experience that it has no choice but to develop."
"What?" He just could not grasp what they were saying.
"Here, let me make it perfectly clear." Ta'tyl unsnapped her armor and set the long vest on the bed. In just the tight fitting garments, her curvy build was even more apparent, as was a bulge against her stomach. She pulled the collar of her top over her head and threw the shirt to the side. A huge, uncut dick a few shades shy of complete darkness swung down to hang between her legs. Her tits, released from constraint, seemed to swell even larger as they jiggled on her chest. Glowing blue runes covered her dusky skin. The light from her eyes flared brighter as she watched him drink in her half-naked body.
Remesh could not grapple with what he was seeing and feeling, his thoughts scattering before the impossible display of anatomy. The junior Guilded had never even thought about a penis or breasts of this size and yet, faced with them, it was hard to do anything but feel awe. He reached out, fingers brushing skin that was both soft and warm.
Ta'lyt bit her lip to suppress an appreciative grunt. "If you like that, what do you think of this?" She slowly rolled her tights down, revealing a massive pair of balls. The vein-laced skin was tight as it strained to contain two masses that had to each be bigger than apples. Her sack pumped every few seconds as a soft red light flared to life within.
"Yeah, do you like what you see there, newbie?" Za'lin's voice pulled focus to her face.
Remesh nodded. "How are they so big?"
"I've made it so Ta'lyt produces Experience in those balls of hers. Up to a liter of it per day. When she's full like that, it leaks out into her body, causing her to consistently grow."
"Are you the same?"
"Yup. After all, I perfected the change on myself before I used it on anyone else. Though I think I'm packing more than she is. A trade off for that awesome rack I guess." She laughed at that, but Remesh started to feel a little nervous.
"By the way, newbie. What's your name?"
"Oh, um, Remesh Kumagan. Though I suppose that's not a great name for this body."
"Nah, it's fine, but we'll call you Remi ‘because it's cuter. That okay, Remi?"
Remi nodded. The nickname was pretty cute, and hearing Za'lin say it made her heartbeat skip. Her? When had he started to think of himself as her? Wrapped up in pondering that change, Remi missed that Za'lin had stripped her own clothes off until she was hit with the other woman's shirt.
The glow of her naked skin pulled at Remi, urging her to just sink into the larger woman's embrace. Like Ta'lyt, runes that matched her eye color shimmered over the contours of her body, but that was about their only similarities.
Za'lin had boobs that could be called demure. On the other hand, her hips were much wider than her shoulders, which was a thickness that continued to her thighs and very muscular calves. Her own cock was only a couple shades darker than her complexion and it's cloaked tip fell around her knees, even draped over balls twice as big as her companion's. The red glow was even more obvious as the equally strained sack pulsed with a regular rhythm.
"How do you keep those things hidden?" Remi did not realize she said the thought out loud, but both well-hung women laughed.
"I can manage to keep mine under control against my torso," Ta'lyt said between giggles. "Za'lin, however, stuffs it all inside her."
"Inside? You're still a woman behind all that?"
Za'lin laughed warmly. "We both are. If you can effectively be a sex goddess, why not be prepared for anything?"
That seemed like sound logic. "And you can handle all that inside you?"
"Yup, and in theory you should be able to as well, considering how much the Experience has changed you already."
Remi's mind boggled. Before tonight she had hardly thought about sex and now, now it seemed like she was about to get an extreme crash course. The hesitation she felt at the beginning of the conversation was starting to fade as she realized just how much she could grow with these two, both physically and otherwise. She could be powerful, respected, a legend. That they both seemed to care about her wellbeing helped greatly to build a feeling of trust.
"So, how are we doing this?" Remi asked looking at the floor. "I don't know if I want to jump right into both of you stuffing those in me, but I would like to get there."
Ta'lyt hefted her cock next to Remi's face. "Well, we can start with licking here and see how things go."
The newly transformed woman licked the offered limb tentatively, slowly moving towards the tip. The heat coming through the skin got more intense as she moved towards the tip. As Ta'lyt's cock began to throb and thicken, Remi found herself occasionally moaning as she made longer and longer strokes with her tongue. Reaching the tip, Remi found that Ta'lyt's foreskin was already pulling back as her dick continued to swell. The dark skin was giving way to a deep red head that Remi could barely cup in two hands. Ta'lyt was already leaking, her pre-cum a color not unlike the fluid in the vial.
"Don't force yourself, Remi." Her tone was comforting like she was actively trying to sound less threatening. "Take your time."
But Remi wanted Experience now, as much as she could absorb. She peeled back the foreskin further and pressed her lips to the spongy flesh to lap at the steady flow. She moved slowly at first, each pass taking several seconds, but as the flow increased, so did her tempo.
When it did not seem like Ta'lyt was growing any larger, her attention turned to the ridge underneath as she tried to fit more of the cock in her mouth. The raised edge of the glans proved challenging, but Remi kept pushing, her mouth inexorably growing to accommodate. Slipping her lips over the cleft caused a soft pop as a mass the size of her fist entered her mouth.
She looked up at Ta'lyt, who was kneading her bounteous boobs and otherwise lost in the moment. Spurred both a desire to grow and to also please her party mate, Remi gripped either side of the shaft. Her hands did not touch, meaning Ta'lyt had to be bigger around than her arm.
Alternating with tightly squeezed strokes, Remi began to slide her mouth back and forth against her partner's cock. The Experience laden pre-cum was a steady stream now, pooling in her cheeks until she swallowed. Each gulp of the fluid made Remi feel stronger, more confident.
Her motions sped up as the notion of cock filling her mouth became progressively less unusual. While speeding up, she took on more and more of the phallus. The feeling of foreskin, jammed tight between the roof of her mouth and tongue, sliding against the dick's rigid interior was fascinating and it encouraged her to take even longer strokes.
Meanwhile, she felt Ta'lyt's fingers become entwined in her hair. At first, the connection was gentle, but as both women began to pant, and the fellatio intensified, the grip tightened. Once she had swallowed nearly two-thirds of her partner's cock, Remi found herself held in place as Ta'lyt bucked against her. With each more insistent thrust, another inch of cock sunk down her throat until her lips were meeting balls on a regular basis. It had only been thirty minutes, but she was already swallowing a cock more than a foot long and easily six inches around as if it were nothing.
"That's amazing." Za'lin said as she walked around. "I didn't think the effects would be that pronounced."
Both Remi and Ta'lyt just moaned in response as their coupling continued to intensify, each of them working together to slide the larger woman's entire length back and forth. It seemed like this would go on forever until Ta'lyt finally crushed Remi against her in a body tensing orgasm. In burst after burst, Experience poured into Remi. So much so that her stomach began to develop a small mound, her blue skin almost translucent.
Finally, the pair separated, both dropping to the knees. Ta'lyt was still moaning, her cock twitching with aftershocks. Remi was trying to catch her breath after spending the last minute with her throat stuffed.
Za'lin, her own cock standing at an impossible looking full mast, sat down next to them. "Well, ready for round two?"
Remi didn't even hesitate. Getting to her feet, she swung a leg over Za'lin's pole so that she was facing the caramel-skinned goddess and slowly lowered herself down. The first contact between pussy and dick was much sooner than she expected, but she pressed on. Amazingly, Za'lin's cock was completely wrapped up, even as hard as she was. This gave Remi a feeling of hope that she could make things work.
She felt the foreskin sliding between her swollen labia, the soft skin slipping against her sex instead of the cock it contained. Unlike with Ta'lyt, where the pre-cum continuously flowed, Za'lin's skin was trapping it, causing the already thick head to swell larger. This turned out to be a blessing as, bit by bit, in agonizing slowness, the shortstack took on a dick that was the length of her torso. Even if she was endlessly elastic, she wasn't sure where all the cock would go. Still, the edge of the head was against her lips now aided by the shifting bulk of Za'lin's fluids.
Desperate to feel the same connection with Za'lin as with Ta'lyt, Remi withdrew slightly before pressing down swiftly. This time, her partner's cock slid home. She was forced to sit back as her body seemed to meld around the fuck stick she had impaled herself on.
Like with Ta'lyt, she inexorably grew accustomed to the intrusion. She pushed further and further towards Za'lin's balls. The mound in her stomach grew larger as a cock with nowhere to go began to stretch her out. She was not even halfway before her cervix puckered around Za'lin's broad head. The intrusion caused her body to squeeze tight in mind-numbing orgasm. This pushed her partner's already stressed balls to cum, pouring out a volume of Experience which turned the small mound to a hill as her womb flooded with gel-cum.
Ta'lyt, back on her feet, approached Remi from behind. Her intent was evident, but the big woman hesitated.
"Do it!" cried Remi through gritted teeth as she began to slide down Za'lin's massive member once more. She was almost flush with Za'lin now, their pelvises only inches apart. It allowed her to be prone on the other woman's body, her ass up in the air. "Stuff both my holes, pump me full of Experience!"
Knowing just how big Ta'lyt was almost made the process of entry more exciting. Remi anticipated just how stretched she would become. What she did not count on was just how good two cocks rubbing against each other through the walls of her pussy and ass would feel. As Ta'lyt's swollen head passed into her anus, the twin sensations had her gasping. Somehow she was accommodating yards of thick dick, but her mind could not grapple with the enormity inside of her.
Sinking in up to their respective hilts, both of the extraordinarily hung women began to alternate thrusts, somehow shoving ever more of themselves deeper into Remi's welcoming body. It was not long before the constant, ever-present pressure had Remi in a state of constant rolling orgasm.
Ta'lyt was the first to thrust and hold, as her balls squeezed out yet more Experience. Remi's stomach distended further with each burst of gel-cum, swelling her to pregnancy sized levels in short order. The jiggling of her fat, fluid-filled stomach against her insides pushed Za'lin over the edge shortly after. Her impossible balls dumped further gallons into the elastic woman's seemingly endless womb, until Remi was mostly a tight, swollen belly. She glowed red through her skin as the Gel began to act, but she still was not satisfied.
"Hey, you both up for one more?"
The two women nodded, still hard even after the last hour of frantic humping.
Remi patted each of her breasts. "Try sticking those amazing fuck sticks in here. I don't think it'll work, but might as well see if it does."
The two futas lined up their cocks, slick with gel-cum, against Remi's nipples. Pressing into the midnight blue flesh, they were met with the briefest resistance before they did indeed slide into her tits. To her credit, Remi remained conscious for approximately ten minutes before the liberal application of pleasure to a major nerve center sent her into an orgasmic coma.
When the blue-skinned woman woke sometime later, she could not see anything past the two hills of gently glowing breast flesh sitting on her chest. In almost a case of deja vu, she could not sit up. Only this time, it was the weight of her party mates on her arms that kept her on her back and not the inability to move. Judging from where her feet brushed their sleeping forms, she was a little taller, at least north of five feet, but still considerably smaller than her companions. She expected the weight of balls on her legs, but the only sensation when she shifted was the squish of her plump pussy.
All things considered, it was not a bad first party and it certainly looked like the three of them were going to be friends for a very long time.