Reposting for posterity

Serena's Quest
by /d/

All you feel is the cold below you, and how the ground is rough and rugged, and also rock hard. The dust enters your lungs as you breathe in, then out. You let out a petite cough, and open your eyes slowly, however nothing can be seen. Before you even think about standing up, you feel as though you have a large tension of pain built up around you crotch. A reach down towards it, and feel a huge lump of flesh. You are unsure what it is, so you beginning feeling around. It has a short, thin cylindrical bit, with a much, much large pair of spherical objects. The pain down there begins to turn to pleasure as you feel around, but soon after, all feeling is gone. Your eyes begin to dilate to this darkness, and your vision only barely improves. You see a small lever on the wall besides you, and you lug yourself of the ground to get to it. You feel much, much heavier than normal. You lean forward in an unbalanced way, but soon are trudging towards the lever. You grabbed it with both hands on its oily, disgusting shaft, but you use all your strength to pull it down.

Torches in the corners of the room suddenly light, and your vision has come back.

You look down to see what the thing was, and you realized you have changed a lot. You still keep your petite body frame, however your breasts have become much, much larger, like two melons hanging from your chest. You are astonished, but that wasn't what you were feeling in the dark. You push your breasts aside to see something much, much scarier. A semi-hard cock is above your pussy, at least 8 inches long, and you have to giant balls hanging beneath them. The cock quivers ever so slightly as you gape at it.

"What the fuck!" You scream out in a scared mess, as this mossy cobblestoned room is freaking you out.

You see nothing in this room, except an unfitting deep brown door with a golden handle to one side. You run to it as fast as you can, and quickly open it.

You walk blindly into the next room, your footfalls finding the same stone floor. This room is mostly bare, save for a sliding metal door opposite you and a wheel that seems to operate it. How many of these rooms are there? You head towards the wheel and begin to turn it, but it is not an easy feat. The resistance pushing back at you requires much of your strength, but slowly your efforts find purchase, the door beginning to slide open to the left an inch at a time.

When the door is about five inches open you take a moment to rest, the turning having exhausted you, but something seems strange. As you stare down at your altered body, the strange weight between your legs on the forefront of your mind, you notice that your new appendage is harder to see. Your breasts seem to have gotten even bigger since you entered this room. You shake your head. "Probably just the new size freaking me out."

You take a deep breath and throw yourself back at the wheel, determined to get out of this place. You crank another inch between the door and the wall, but this time you can feel the warmth in your chest, and as soon as you look down at them you see them bound outwards in size, just enough to be noticeable. Again you turn the wheel, and again they plump up in time with your turns. "Damn it! How am I going to get through the door if by the time it's open I can't fit through it!?" You go to the door to see if you can fit, but it will still need at least another few inches before you could squeeze yourself through. With a sigh you return to the wheel, cranking out cup sizes until the entrance is finally wide enough for you to pass.

But at what cost? You look down at your pendulous mounds that now completely block vision of the rest of your body, except for your new addition that peaks just over the tops of your mountains to greet you. They had to be at least bigger than your head now, but you manage to squeeze yourself through into the next room.

As you squeeze yourself in to the next room you see a puzzle of tubes and lights. The lights are gray as you walk closer to the center; a spot light illuminates the puzzle and you notice some caps nearby. There seems to be enough caps to only close off four of the tubes. As you cap them off one by one, a bitter-sweet smell emerges from the last tube, making you hornier. You never noticed how fuckable the tube was. As you mount the tube, the thought of spilling your juices down the tube and letting it lap up everything takes over. You fuck the tube for a while, spilling your cum down the hungry maw of the tube. As you cum, you hear a small sound and the lights turn green. You have climaxed over 5 times; each time you came, you felt less full and as if you were getting harder and harder. As you pull out, you notice that it’s taking more time to slide it in. When you finally pull your schlong free, you stumble backwards as the head of your penis hits your luscious mounds and smacks you on the head. You guess that the tube and lights have made your penis grow by five feet. The lights click off and you hear the sound of a door being locked as the next door swings open and light bathes you in a faint glow.

As you walk into the glow, your eyes slowly adjust; it seems to be a well lit room.

“What the fuck is wrong with these rooms!? First, I grow a penis and a sack of balls. In the next room, I grew JJJ cup breasts. And in that fucking last room, I grew a monstrous penis.” You think to yourself.

As you scan the new room, you spy a floating bra. It has a tag on it that reads 32 JJJ. As you put it on, you feel a burning sensation and moistness emanating from your areolas. As you try to find out what seems to be the problem, a mirror pops up and you notice your nipples have been replaced dicks.

While you gaze at yourself, bewildered, a recording plays in a garbled langue. As the recording reaches the end, a loud voice repeats three words that you can make out; "Fuck with tits." While you sit there confused, a multitude of mechanical hands appear from the floor start grabbing you and ramming their fists in to your anus and vagina repeatedly. Surprisingly, you find the sensation both excruciating and exhilarating. Afterwards, they proceed to pull open her areolas and slam the dicknipples in to them over and over. When everything is finally over, garbled letters hang in the air, "RUOY TSAERB ERA WON SBMOW." Once you decipher the strange message, you hear a click and a groan as the next door opens.

You walk lazily into the next room, still basking in the afterglow of your previous encounter. Your cock, droops to the floor and trails along the ground following your gait. You scan the room, and are surprised to see a slot machine positioned at the far end of the room. You approach, and find a large lever attached to the machine, and 4 white glowing rectangles centered horizontally across the machine. "I guess the only option is to proceed." You mutter. You reluctantly grasp the lever with sweaty hands, and give it a swift yank.

Suddenly the machine flashes to life, with different symbols whizzing across the glowing rectangles. The very left box stops on an image of a nipple, the second a strange symbol you cannot make out, and the third on an image of testicles. You wait with bated breath.

"Well what−" Your voice is cut short as you feel a strong pinching sensation on both of your swollen testicles. You grab your oily balls and push them forward so you can peer over your massive mammaries. Your hands now grasp not balls, but breasts equally as large as the ones sitting on your chest.

"Holy shit!" You gasp as you heft their weight. The anaconda cock you acquired in the second room is now engulfed on both sides by your lower tits, still leisurely dragging along the ground, and essentially tit-fucking you as you walk.

The door opens, however this time instead of cool light, small figures poor out of the opening.

"Those are... imps!" You think aloud. The group consists of around 20, 3 foot, green, hard cocked little men. You back away to the wall as they surround you. In a flash the first is upon you. Your breasts jiggle violently as you shake of the first, knocking him to the floor. However, the victory is short lived, and the swarm manages to pin you quickly.

You start to lose clarity as huge quantities of blood rush towards your five foot cock. "No!" You struggle against the swarm, but find that your strength is not enough. Imps apply themselves to you wherever they can. Two approach your breasticles, and begin to aggressively fondle and suck them. "Stop please!" You continue to struggle in vain against the horde. Two more imps move their attention to your top pair of breasts. Though they seemed to have different plans than the two currently servicing your breasticles. Cocks in hand, they shove their swollen members directly into your nipples. "Wait whaaaa−!!!” You scream in pleasure as the imp cocks enter your nipple. They wrap their arms and legs fully around your breasts as they begin pumping their manhoods in and out of your new orifices. Your cock is now as erect as it can get, roughly doubling in girth and propped slightly above your breasticles. It throbs intensely to the rhythm of the imps.

After what seems like hours of the imps switching off, filling your pussytits with their green seed, another figure enters the room. The being was another imp, only blue and slightly taller. The imps pause momentarily, as if to show their respect, before continuing with the gangrape. He chuckles slightly as he produces a syringe filled with blue liquid. "Ah yes, master will be very pleased with your progress." He murmurs as he jams the syringe directly into your ass. You only remember fleeting images as the blue imp exits the room, leaving you with the imps.

Several hours later, you awake, covered in green imp spunk. More leaks out of your top pair of breasts, dribbling out of your nipples and onto the floor. You hold your head in your hands as you lean against the cold brick wall. “What the fuck is happening to me?” You wonder as a faintly lit door opens to the next room.

With the faint hope that the door offers a chance at escape from this place, you stagger to your feet, a hand on the wall for balance. You feel gross and take a moment to wipe some of the green spunk off your face and your huge breasts. Your fingers brush across your right nipple by accident and you let out a surprised moan. Yeah. Those are definitely not normal nipples anymore. You rub your nipple with a finger, purposefully this time and feel a rising, tingling pleasure. Definitely a clit, and, as you slip your fingers in below the clit-nipple into the sticky hole filled with imp spunk, you confirm what you had feared; Your breasts each have a vaginas of their own.

Great. All you had wanted was a sexy pair of D cups. Now you’re a freak with a five foot trouser snake, vaginas and breasts in weird places, that’s trapped in a sex dungeon.

Nothing for it though. You make for the newly opened door, dragging your enormous cock along the floor behind you, every bump in the rough stone giving you a weird jolt of pleasure.

You mind is a mix of confusion as you advance into the next room. All you had wanted was a sexier body... but this was turning into a pact with the devil, and fast. Quite literally if those were imps were any sign.

Moving was becoming a very real problem for you now--between the strain of the massive breasts on your shoulders, the sensitive breasticles smacking against your inhuman cock and thighs, and the trailing rope that was your massive limp cock, every step brought a world of aches and pain. It was only a minor salvation that you managed to feel some pleasure from your penis as it dragged against the floor despite your efforts to hold and carry it with you.

"I need a break, and a way to get rid of these things..." you murmur to yourself as you walk down the hall, scratching your butt where the imps injected you. Was your butt getting bigger now too? You give it a slight squeeze and confirm your fears--it has grown an inch or two plumper.

With a sigh, you continue trudging forward--the only direction you have to go--until you notice the hall growing slightly steamy. Braced for the worse, you step into the steam, but it feels... comfortable. Good, even. Almost like the steam from a hot spring or a spa.

As you enter the next room at last, you're slightly surprised. It is a type of spa of sorts. The walls are still stone like the rest of this dungeon, but they're slick with the vapor of a hot pool lying in the center of the room. At the far end you even find a full set of clothes in a cabinet, along with soap, shampoo, conditioner, and a few other supplies to clean yourself with.

“A bath? There's actually a bath here in this dungeon?” You wonder to yourself, touching the sticky green imp spunk that was starting to dry up.

“Well... I guess I could clean off. It would be nice to wash this stuff out.”

Grabbing the supplies from the cabinet and leaving the clothes, you walk over to a corner of the room and start scrubbing the sexual juices off. It feels incredible when you scrub the soap through your breast wombs, but the steam is making you a little dizzy as the pleasure of your efforts causing your cock to start hardening. Quickly finishing up with the wash, you slip into the pool of water, extremely relieved to feel it supporting your heavy breasts and giving you a chance to rest for once. It feels so good, and you're growing lightheaded as your cock rises up out of the pool's surface. You faintly notice your hands idly starting to roam over your new assets, caressing, molesting, fucking them. Before long you're a horny, moaning mess, your cries echoing in the steamy room as your finger each of your pussies in turn, before using your hands and all four tits to stroke your massive cock until it cums, and then you use your mouth to suck the sides too as you work out another ejaculation. By the third time, you can't stop yourself from masturbating--it’s all your mind can think of with your cock engorged so heavily.

When you come to your sense in your pool, your cock is flaccid again, but there's a steaming puddle of cum lying on the slick stones behind your head. Embarrassed, you start to rise, but as you stand, you notice you're feeling a lot less sore now. You twist and turn to look down at yourself and assess the new changes.

Your butt's definitely grown a few inches from whatever they injected you with, but more noticeably, your hips have widened a bit to accommodate and support the extra weight between them. Your legs have grown bigger, stronger, to match as well. As you rotate your shoulders, you notice that those too have adjusted position, offering more support to your huge chest--wait, did they shrink? Yes, they did. Everything did. All four of your breasts have lost two cup sizes, and your cock has shrunk a whole foot! Maybe you could actually suck it now with a little bending... No, you shouldn't.

As you walk over to the cabinet, you notice yourself letting out little gasps and moans of pleasure from how good the stone floor feels against the skin of your feet and your cock... You grab the towel from the cabinet and start drying off but it quickly causes you moan, and you orgasm before you even finish drying off your chest. "Oh god, why does this feel so GOOD?!" you moan, as you continue trying to towel yourself off. When you finish, you know why--not only has your skin lost its hair, it has grown smoother, more luscious, and hyper sensitive as well.

You eye the clothes with apprehension now, but there's no visible exit yet, and each article is carefully labelled and laid out for you.

You start with the one labeled "bra", since it actually looks like one. It fits the adjusted size of your breasts perfectly as you strap it on, offering you extra support, but the open holes leave your nipple pussies open and exposed for all to see and touch. Your reach for the "panties" next, panting as the rub of the bra against your sensitive skin gets you a little excited. It's hard to call this weird array of fabric "panties", but they work for you at any rate. They cover your butt, but leave your natural pussy open and exposed. The fabric actually includes a pouch for your breasticles, but again, the sensitive nipples are exposed and touched. Stranger yet though is the top. There's a few inches of cloth you manage to shove and fit your cock through after much panting and moaning, but once it’s on, the strong waistband offers a lot of tension and support to help hold it up.

You pause again, catching your breath as you finish with the underwear. The silky cloth feels like heaven against your skin and leaves you unquestionably horny. You look over at the "skirt" and pick it up. The fabric may cover your butt and your new hips, but it's completely open in your crotch area, save for the strip and button that fastens around your waist above your cock. It's so short too--it barely even covers your butt--but as you turn to look at the "shirt" you feel your skirt brush against your hips and send a jolt of pleasure through your body. Much like your skirt, the "shirt" covers your arms, and your back, but aside from fastening around your chest beneath your breasts, it leaves everything open and exposed.

“This is so embarrassing hahh... but so hot...” you think, feeling waves of pleasure from the clothes on your skin. The excitement and arousal keeps your massive cock erect at all times, making it ultimately easier to walk, but much harder to think about anything but sex and pleasure. As you surrender and give yourself a quick jerk off in your new outfit, the cum splatters all over the empty cabinet... and it slides away to reveal a new exit...

"Why am I not surprised?" You murmur to yourself as you enter the next room. Like the others, this chamber is sparse, only containing a single menacing object. A large black dildo stands mounted around two feet tall in the center of the room. You approach cautiously. The black phallus shines dully in the dim light.

“These changes must be affecting more than my mind.” You think to yourself as you lick your lips. Your pussy begins to drip in anticipation. Unable to fight the urge further you walk over the dildo. It's even more intimidating standing over it. "It's as thick as my leg." You gasp as you lower your quivering sex down. Your lips can barely accommodate the phallus as it enters you slowly. You try to stop to take a breather, but find that the dildo is pulling itself into you! You try to push off with your legs, but are overcome with ecstasy. Soon you've swallowed half of the cock, your stomach distended outward from the girth. "Uaghhhh" You cry as you are pulled into a splits position, pussy to the floor.

In what remains of your mind, you register a low rumbling. Suddenly a great pressure, and a filling sensation. You come to on the floor. You stagger to your feet with great difficulty. The cock no longer stands in the room. However, on the opposite side of the room stands a full length mirror. You make out your new form in shock. You look to be six months pregnant, your stomach permanently inflated. Your mood brightens slightly when you find that your cock has shrunk another two feet! It no longer drags on the floor, rather it simply hangs over your swollen breasticles. Your silky clothes are now drenched in your own fluids and cling tightly to your form. Looking at yourself lights a fire inside you.

Grasping your cock with your right hand, you stroke its unfamiliar weight spreading the fire throughout your body. You find your other hand is soon fingering your pussybreasts, further causing you to lose control. Sweat drenches your skin, lubricating every part of you, all the alien flesh synced together brings you higher and higher.

Your knees give out as your two foot monster recoils and releases a stringy jet of spunk. You fall onto your stomach, but find yourself propped up. You lie there in bliss as the next door opens.

As you walk in to the next room you hear the sound of clinking gears and grinding of metal. The walls are covered with gears and other steampunk-like objects that depict all the room's you been in with fine detail, like some sort of weird and twisted art project. In this room there is a choice of between left or right; one door depicts an orgy going, and the other door is a depiction of a horned futanari on a rack. As you attempt to decide on a door, you continue pacing back and forth. While you do this, your feet are transformed in to spiked heels adding 1 inch in height.

You shriek in shock and pain as spikes of bone burst through the flesh of your heels. Thankfully, the pain is gone almost immediately. You look down expecting to see blood, but there isn't any. You take a few exploratory steps on your now permanent one-inch heels. The bone clicks against the stone as you walk. You've worn two-inch heels plenty of times, so one-inch gives you no trouble.

The relief on the orgy door shows a woman who looks suspiciously like you, with huge breasts hanging from both her chest and her cock, getting gang banged by a dozen imps. You shudder. There is no way you are going through that again.

By elimination, that leaves the other door. You try not to think too much about what its relief might mean as you walk quickly over to it. The stone tile in front of the door depresses when you step on it and you fall backwards in alarm, landing on your plump butt.

There is a click and the door slides down into the floor, leaving an open doorway. Nothing else happens and you let out the breath you'd been holding.

You scramble back to your feet, a little trickier now with the heels of bone and all the new weight you're lifting—your bulging belly and four huge breasts.

The new room is like the others; empty with bare brick walls and a rough stone floor. But on the far side of the room you see another open doorway and through it a set of stairs leading up to—is that daylight?—and above it a green sign that reads "EXIT".

Filled with sudden elation, you make a dash across the empty room. There is a terrible crack and the floor splits open beneath you. You reach out toward the exit, but it's too far away. You fall, tumbling down into darkness.

    You land on your back, crashing down onto something much softer than stone, but still firm enough that you wince. Against your bare legs, it feels like leather cushioning. Above you, the floor snaps shut again, as abruptly as it had swung open, shutting out all light.

Blackness. You can't see anything. Carefully, you start to rise from whatever it is you landed on when something cold and wet whips around your ankles, squeezing them and holding them in place. You have only time to let out a startled yelp before another pair of somethings wrap around your wrists and yank them hard, forcing you onto your back again.   

You're tied down, spread eagle against a leather cushioned something, held in place at your ankles and wrists by some unseen something else.

A torch flares into life by your feet. The fire is blue-green and is clutched in the clawed hand of the tall imp from before. The leader.

He smiles, a crooked, pointy-toothed leer. “Excellent, excellent. Master will be most pleased with the progress you are making. But . . .” His eyes shift to the nearly three foot cock between your legs. “. . . a few adjustments need to be made.”

From the flickering light of his torch, you can see you are lying on some sort of leather-cushioned rack. The imp is standing on its edge, right between your spread open legs. To your disgust, you see that the things wrapped around your ankles are a pair of thick, glistening tentacles, and looking to the left and right you find that your wrists are held in place by another pair. The rack is suspended in the air, held up by yet more of these tentacles. It's hard to tell where they are coming from. They must be attached to some creature. The room is hard to make out in the dim light, but, disconcertingly, what you at first took to be walls, look to be writhing and pulsing in the gloom.

    You struggle. You pull your arms and legs inward sharply, trying to slip them free from the tentacles that grip them. But as slimy as the tentacles are, their hold of your wrists and ankles is surprisingly strong. They give a little at first, but then the tentacles tighten and firmly pull your feet and hands back into place.

Damn.

You look down at the imp standing over you and he smiles. Shit. You've never felt so vulnerable. Maybe the he'll listen to reason?

"Hey, I think there's been some mistake. I just wanted to make my boobs a bit bigger. I didn't ask for any of this."

The imp gestures in the air with his free hand and several tentacles lower themselves from the darkness above. "There is no mistake. You are right where you need to be, soon to become what you are meant to be."

You frown. "Is your master—" But you get no further before a thick tentacle darts into your open mouth. You let out a muffled cry of surprise. It's cold and slimy, tastes salty and strangely sweet, and smells strongly of imp spunk. You bite down on it hard, but the tentacle's skin is too rubbery to do it any harm.

If anything, the tentacle gets off on the feel of your teeth against. It begins to pulsate in your mouth. A warm liquid hits the back of your throat and you gag as your mouth rapidly fills with tentacle spunk. You feel it coursing down your throat and a strange warmth spreading through your body as it lands in your stomach. Your muscles relax, your arms and legs no longer straining against the tentacles that bind them, your jaw slipping open to let the tentacle slide in and out past your lips, fucking your mouth as it continues to poor its cum down your throat.

You feel … good. Tentacle cum . . . it tastes weird, but it feels so good inside you.

You're so relaxed that you don't even notice the tentacles poised over your genitals until they spring into action. Two tentacles that end in great big suction cups clamp over the breasts dangling from your cock. A third tentacle, rising up from below through a hole in the rack, opens its mouth and engulfs your cock, swallowing it to the base.

You moan in ecstasy as the tentacle swallows every inch of your shaft, enveloping it in cool, slimy flesh. Eyes rolling back, you orgasm immediately, thrusting your hips into the tentacle as your cum is sucked up it like a straw.

The imp laughs cruelly, but you're too blissful and horny from the tentacle spunk to care.

You feel a curious yanking on your phallus and your breasticles as the tentacles firmly attached to them begin to move. At first the yanking is gentle, but then it becomes stronger. The tentacles on the breasts begin pulling towards your head, while the tentacle enveloping your cock begins to pull down, as if trying to pull your cock through the gap in the rack and into the unseen depths below.

You sense, vaguely, that what they're doing should hurt, but it doesn't. You watch, bemused, as your breasts move along with the tentacles, sliding across your skin like waves across an ocean of flesh until, at last, they sit right beneath your proper breasts, so that you now have a set of four on your chest. The suction cups detach from your second pair of breasts with a wet kissing sound and their tentacles retract into the darkness.

Your cock begins to slide off your crotch, as if it were simply stuck to you by magnets, pulled through the hole in the rack by the tentacle enveloping it. You feel the base of your cock slide down between your legs and then, with a weird tickling sensation, up a butt cheek, to stop at the base of your spine. There's a stretching sensation, your cock thickening as something forces its way up your shaft from inside of you. Is that—did your spine just grow into your cock? You feel the tentacle slide sensuously off your—cock-tail?—and your cock-tail drops to the soft, spongy floor.

"It is done," says the imp and he turns, stepping off the rack. Either at some point the tentacles must have lowered the rack to the ground, or it was never suspended up very high to begin with. He strides purposefully across the floor. A wall of tentacles parts to reveal a brightly lit passageway. He pauses at the mouth of the passage and beckons for you to follow with a clawed finger. “Come. This way.”

He doesn’t wait for you though. He steps through and vanishes around a corner of the passageway.

The tentacles slide off your wrists and ankles, releasing you. The tentacle in your mouth pulses again, unloading one last spurt of its spunk into your mouth, before slipping from your lips and slithering into the gloom. You make a grab for it, not wanting to let it leave, but you’re too slow, your reflexes sluggish from the tentacle spunk’s drug-like effect.

You sit up, savor the taste of the thick semen in your mouth for a moment more, then swallow. You feel the heat of it travel down your throat and then blaze into a fire inside of you. You wipe the last of it from your lips and chin then suck your fingers clean. The warm buzz rises from your chest to fill your head with an intense heat. You moan in ecstasy and pain as a pressure builds in your skull.

Suddenly, the pressure is released as a pair of horns burst through the skin of your forehead and curve into the air. The fog of lust and bliss clears from your mind and you feel a crushing sense of humiliation at what that imp had just put you through. You had been eagerly sucking off tentacles just moments before! Yuck.

You take stock of what has happened to you. You measure the curling shape of your new horns with your hands and then carefully get off the rack, trying not to get your new and very sensitive cock-tail entangled in anything. You discover that it is prehensile, which helps with getting it free of the rack.

Reluctantly, you follow the imp, not particularly eager to linger in this chamber of tentacles.

Your bony heels clack along the floor as you follow after the Imp, watching his hips and tail sway seductively in front of you.

“What is he going to do me now?” You wonder silently to yourself, still licking the taste of that tentacle cum off your lips as you start trying to lick your own cum off your clothing too.

You pass through another doorway into a bare room as you follow him, but suddenly your stomach begins to rumble and ache, causing you to stumble and fall to your hands and knees. Crawling over despite the cramping aches, you manage to pull yourself aside one wall, panting as your lower muscles begin clenching and contracting.

“What's happening now? Is this because of what those tentacles did to me?”

You moan as your muscles clench hard, sending a thick stream of your juices down your pussy to lube it up.

“Oh no, what's happening now? Am I giving birth? To what?!”

The thought both terrifies and excites you as you spread your legs in anticipation to give them clear passage. The cramps and clenching is painful and accompanied by rolling in your stomach as something shifts around. Suddenly, a heat fills your belly and rushes through your form, making your nipples hard and nipplecunts wet as your cock-tail swivels around for your access. You don't understand it, but your own cock looks so delicious all you can think of is sucking it--which you do, with vigor. As you suck on your own cock, the pleasure begins to overwhelm the discomfort in your belly and you find yourself finger-fucking your slick nipplecunts as your stomach churns. You feel something begin to slip down and your body erupts into orgasm, pleasure blanking out your mind as you swallow your own cum, ram your breasts, and squeeze a thick ball of bliss out your cunt.

The large black ball begins to unfurl until it resembles a dildo on a base with feet. You stare at the creature, barely recognizing it in your haze of pleasure as it crawls up your body to rest between your lower breasts.

It looks and smells so hot your find your cock retracting from your mouth to make way and toy with your slit. The dildo begins shifting your lower breasts, drawing your nipples closer to its base as a tantalizing liquid begins seeping from its tip. The smell is intoxicating, and desire for it is all your feel as the tip bends and arcs down in between your lips. You feel a pressure on your nipples as the dildo begins sucking them hard, but as its liquid hits your tongue, your lost, drinking and sucking and gulping it down like a drug, only vaguely aware of the pressure in the lower breasts building and growing until it begins spurting out with pleasure...

When your mind clears, the dildo is gone again. Your stomach feels flatter, back to normal size, but lower tits are wet with milk dribbling from nipples, now inch long teats.

You can't help but lick up the sticky fluid dribbling from your lips as you rise and look around. There are three new doorways here; one with a depiction of a sun, one with a moon, and one with a star.

You hear the Imp's footsteps echoing down one of the hallways.

The moon door opens to a long hall made of smooth grey stone; its walls dotted with rusted lamps. "Fuck" you bemoan. Your leaky tits were becoming ever distracting. A slow dribble of creamy fluid was dripping down your breasts and down your body. You stop for a moment and heft your second row of tits. You begin massaging the fluid out of your breasts, pinching their long teats to eek the fluid out. Your cocktail hardens in response. Wriggling with a mind of its own, it guides itself up to your to your dripping cunt. "Uaghhhh" You moan as it slides itself in. Your cock and pussy work in tandem, pulling the meat into each other. Your hands work hard at your breasts, squirting streams of cream from your swollen nipples. Your mind locks and your fall to your knees, cocktail pumping hot fluid inside yourself. As you fill yourself, you feel the swelling in your ass decrease. It felt as though your cock was pumping fluid out of your asscheeks. This shocking realization was quickly halted by another mind blowing spasm, knocking you out.

You awake in a large chamber. Your arms and legs are bound splayed outward in metal hoops attached to something solid behind you. You feel a tight sucking sensation on your lower breasts, but you cannot see past your top breasts to discern its cause. Your cock tail is swaying slightly below you. Mustering all your willpower you try to control the tail, only succeeding in hardening it. It instinctively begins to guide itself to the nearest hole. "No! No! Not tha−" You're cut short by the sound of a door opening, then voices. A female and the leader imp. "These spells are not easy to produce Rasputin." The woman says coldly. "I'm sorry master, she only triggered some of the spells!" the imp cries."All of them are based on some kind of catch you fuckwit! It's your job to ensure she triggers them." The women snarls. "Look she's awake. Rasputin, perform the next spell." She says in a huff and exits the room.

It's silent for a moment. Then, the imp grabs your waist. "You really are turning into a bit of a freak. Look what Miranda did to me." Rasputin rubs his hands up and down your waist and ass. You realize that you are enjoying this, and that his hands are wet with some kind of gel. As the massage continues, it feels as if the gel is seeping into your skin. He rubs down every surface of your body so that it glistens. "What are you doing to me?" You ask weakly. "Just what the big lady says." He responds and begins to chant "Walla Balla Bap." At the conclusion of that statement, your skin sucks the gel in, causing your whole body to burn. Your arms and legs pull against their restraints. You feel as if the entire world is growing as your limbs pull tighter against the hoops. Suddenly, in a quick jolt of pain, your body is launched upwards. You excitedly try to wriggle your legs believing them to be free, but find that you cannot feel your legs at all. You panic and look down, but your view is blocked by your massive teats. You do notice something different. Your skin has darkened significantly, becoming glistening caramel. The imp comes from behind you, pushing a large panel. He turns it to you and reveals a mirror. "It's so much more fun when you get to see what's happening." The imp chuckles. You stare in shock. Where once your legs attached, now is two clean stumps at the hip socket. Your entire body seemed to have shrunk as well, as if you lost about 6 inches.

He walks behind you again, and through the mirror you can make out him rummaging through a large metal closet. He pulls out what appear to be two cow legs. "No." You whisper as he drags them over to you. You watch as he lifts the first leg up to your socket, and merges it with your body. The second pops into place before you know it. Hanging below you are two cow feet. "Please stop this!" You cry. You get no response, only a second chant from the imp. "Woio Ioi Woo." You feel blood rush to your legs, causing them to twitch. The imp exits the room wordlessly, and shuts the door. Suddenly, you drop to the floor, legs numb. You try to get up, but find your new legs unwieldy. The flesh between your body and the cow leg fades perfectly together.

Eventually you get to your feet, and take a few steps. You find you learn quickly to walk upright on hoofs. Another door opens across the room. You walk to it gingerly, eying your caramel skin and horrifying new white furred legs.

Walking digitigrade isn't that difficult, but as you enter the next room you can feel your hooves sink in deep - into some kind of goo. With only the next door in sight - it appears to be about twenty yards away; you choose to wade through this slimy thing. With each move it becomes more difficult to even move your legs forward; something is drawing all your strength.

You stop to catch your breath and then it happens, two tendrils shoot up from the mass below you and instantly enter your two holes down there. Your cock grows hard and you almost faint from the process - only the slimy tentacles keeping you awake as they ooze some kind of drug - making you horny as hell - but it also seems to awaken you, giving you your strength back. The tentacle in your back suddenly jolts in self all the way through your belly and up your windpipe. The feeling is absurd. You gag hard on it as it squeezes itself through your mouth back into the open. Before your eyes it wiggles like a happy dog. It curls around your neck, forming some kind of weird necklace and then its tip splits in two equally thick tentacles. They grow long and circle around your four massive tits. Also you feel them lift the heavy mammaries you let out a slight of relief - if you could as the goo is still all the way through your digestive system.

Suddenly something shoves itself over your cock and begins milking it - you cum so fast you barely notice that your cock is twitching like electric jolts are shot into it, shrinking it slightly. Another two Tentacles begin to suck on your lower Tits and you actually FEEL them sucking away some of the mass, leaving them at about an F cup. But the slime is far from done. Your ass is spread wide open as a massive, seven inch in diameter, egg is pushed into it, then another… and yet another one. The pain is just too much as they force their way out of your mouth and into your titwombs, making you tit-pregnant with the unholy spawn of the gooey mass. You collapse into it, as you faint. Many hours later you awake, to find your top pair of breasts swollen due to the pregnancy. You estimate them now being 32 KK.

You awake covered in your own sweat, your many meatbags resting against the floor. "What..." You say as you grab your aching head. "What was that dream?" You look around wearily. "Great another nondescript room." You complain.

Your attention is drawn to your body. "What am I going to do if I ever escape here? I'm a freak!" You consider solemnly. You run your hands down your brown furred legs, feeling the soft fur. You continue to examine your body, consciously noting down several new developments. For one, the fur seems to have spread. Where it once ended at your hip joints, it now covers your ass and hips up to the base of your tailcock. Your examination is halted when you brush up against your inflated lower stomach. It's marked with 4 pink, sensitive dots.

Your top breasts are still leaking with that green goo, swollen painfully. Deciding not to linger any longer, you bring yourself to your hoofs and make your way to the next room.

As you enter the doorway, you hear a small voice cry out. "No more! Please!" It sounds different than that woman Miranda. Sitting on the floor is a girl, completely naked, staring wide eyed at you. "Wh... Who are you?" She asks.

She appears to have met the same fate as you, her body twisted by whatever spells are at work in this complex; though her's are not nearly as extreme. She embodies the image of a mouse girl, large circular ears crown her head. Fur covers most of her arms and legs. A fleshy mouse tail protrudes from her spine. Her chest supports a pair of C cup breasts, and another pair, A cup perhaps, slightly below it. The rest of her torso is pocked with pink nipples.

"I'm Serena." You say flatly. "Are you here to... change me?" She asks defeated. "No I'm in the same situation as you." You gesture to your body. She seems to brighten at you saying this. "So you're like me? How do we get out of here?" She asks.

"I have no idea." You sigh. "What's your name by the way?" You ask. "Kristen, but most people call me Kris."

Suddenly her face flushes red. "No not this again." She cries. "What's happening?" You bend down to her. She is panting slightly, eyes darting between you and the floor. "They cha... changed me. Sometimes I randomly... I can't control." She flushes more. As if all her control was lost, she jumps from the floor, and tackles you to the ground.

"Kristen what are you doing!" You cry as the mouse girl grinds her aching pussy against your stomach. "I'm sorry, she... she did something to me!" She says as she crawls up your body, resting her breasts on yours. "What's wrong with your nipples?" She asks lustily. "No don't touuu..." You falter, allowing the mouse girl to caress your upper breasts. "She really fucked with you huh?" Kristen giggles, fingering your pussybreasts. "Wow they're like little pussies!" She exclaims as she thrusts her entire hand into your right breast.

"No. No I'm not going to let some slut dominate me." You think to yourself. With a sudden surge of strength, you flip her over onto her back pinning her arms against the floor... "Wait this...” she sputters.

"You asked for it slut." You say, letting you inner demons out. Your tail cock hardens, and this time, instead of filling your own hole, it guides itself between your legs and towards the blushing mouse girl.

The tailcock wastes no time, and slides into her sex. As you penetrate, you feel your body start to morph. Paying no mind, your cock continues to violate the mouse girl, now almost a foot deep in her cunt. Her tail coils desperately around your tailcock, constricting around it. It feels as if your tailcock is worming its way deeper, flesh expanding and contracting. You break from your ecstasy for a moment to lock eyes with Kristen, who now is slack jawed and moaning.

You grab her hips, and thrust even deeper, distending her stomach. With a final recoil, you release a torrent of semen into Kristen. She inflates slightly, looking pregnant. You lose consciousness shortly.

You awake lying next to the sleeping mouse girl. You groggily sit up, and find that a bag of flesh restricting your movement. On your lower torso now sits a small udder, adorned with four two inch nipples. "Fuck. More changes?" you despair. The fur has spread a bit further, reaching up to your navel now, and surrounding your new udder.

Exhausted by the continuous modifications, you look down to the mouse girl and realize that banding together, as you are both weak to lust - and it would be likely to cause more alterations - you two would only worsen each other’s situations. Thus, you make your way onto the next room. You find yourself into a hexagonal chamber with a soft padding on the ground and mirrors on every wall save for two side; the one where you came from and the directly opposite one, where lies a door.

Closed.

You would've probably rushed to it under normal circumstances, but the experiences of the past rooms filled of kinky traps and beasts have made you wary. You can't take anything more right now anyway, and so you collapse on the floor, paying attention to stay away from the middle of the room where you're certain there's something - or someone - ready for the next "adjustment".

"Whatever it will be, it can wait now. I bet there's no way I’ll get past that door without going through it anyway."

Sprawled on the padding, you try to assess your situation. It's kind of funny to think all of this started with a thin girl who only wanted bigger boobs. Now you're here, in a magic, perverted, trapped, sex-filled dungeon without any clear escape route. And with this deviated body with four breasts - the topmost row still pregnant with some kind of goo even after giving birth - sporting a pair of cunts and teats respectively as nipples, a cock-tail with almost a mind on its own, a pair of cow legs with fur spreading up to your waist and - the most recent addition - a small udder resting on your stomach.

Which reminds you that you have no idea how further you might change.

While thinking, you find yourself absentmindedly cupping your breasts until you end up sliding your fingers inside your nipplecunts. The jolt of pleasure stops your train of thought. Mindful of how naturally inclined to sex acts has your body become recently and of the pregnancy your upper two boobs seems to be undergoing, you force yourself to immediately end your masturbation. Trying to get some rest you lie on one side, closing your eyes and keeping your hands away from yourself. Your cock-tail isn't of the same opinion though, and as soon as you feel like finally drifting asleep, it coils around itself and plunges its head into the hole right under it. You're instantly awoken by the double pleasure coming from your behind. Unable to fight back the urges of your body, you get on all four and stick your ass up in the air. Right when you start wondering what exactly is supposed to happen, when just some time ago you noticed how the cock-tail seemed to use your buttcheeks to store and draw semen - just like a pair of testicles- the intense orgasm sweeps away all your thoughts. Your needs sated, and your backdoor now sore, you slump face-down on the floor and lose consciousness.

When you come to, the first thing you do is look at your body in search of any changes, without finding any, surprisingly.

"Looks like nobody came to visit me while I was out cold." And you did manage to rest well enough.

Your high spirits are short-lived though, as you soon remember where you left off before collapsing. Sighing, you stand up and walk towards the center of the room. You can see a big, red, inviting button on the floor. "Is it that straightforward?" As you approach it you can audibly hear a click, before the center section of the hall's floor start sinking. It doesn't stop until it's a good 3 meters deep. "Well, I knew something was coming." you try to console yourself.

Turning around, you can see that the button is now on a stand, rather than at your feet level, and it sits on the bottom of a tank filled of some strange fluid with an ever-changing color. You're trying to make some sense out of it when a side of the cavity you now find yourself in opens and something that looks like some kind of dentist's chair slides out of it.

You decide to take up the invitation and sit on it. As soon as you do, holes open up in the floor, and a couple of dildos comes out of the opening. "How unimaginative..." You reach one of them but as you try to lift it you notice that the backs of both are connected to a hose, likely leading to some kind of reservoir for fluids. You look up to the button and the potion-filled tank it's sunk in, and all the pieces fall in place. "Guess I’m supposed to empty that tank by squeezing the fluid out of these?" At least it looks like it's barely half of a gallon, you shouldn't bloat too much.

You reach down for one of the dildo at your feet, when you notice the two toys seems to have different shapes.

The first looks like a regular penis, save for the small, soft protrusions spread across the whole thing and a large hole on the tip.

The second looks like a classic horsecock. Luckily, only the shape is equine-like; it's as big as the other one.

You also consider to ditch the toys altogether and just plunge your arm in the tank to press the button; it's not like there's any issue to reach it.

Sighing, you knew how it would've ended as soon as your brain realized what you were supposed to do; your body is already aching, aiming to sate its lust. You don't know if there's something in the air of this dungeon, if the modifications are messing with some parts of your brain as much as your body, or if you're just getting used to it, but you feel like that's how things are naturally meant to go. After some pondering, you decide on the horse-shaped dildo; you bend from the chair to pick it up. After studying the toy, you slowly start shoving it into your mouth.

You take back what you thought when looking at the toys; this dildo is definitely bigger than the other one. But you could've swear it wasn't until few moments ago... When you feel the first spurt of liquid flowing into your mouth, and the dildo inflating a bit, the realization hits you. You start eagerly sucking on the toy, hoping this will prevent it from inflating too.

Whether it's the fluid doing its magic or you succumbing to your urges, soon all your unnecessary thoughts start to fade and the only thing filling your mind is the wet dildo sliding in your mouth, squirting the mysterious liquid you're so quick to swallow. You're so concentrated on it that nothing else seems to matter to you, until a buzz resounds in the hole you've fallen into. Startled by the sudden noise you come back to senses and somehow manage to slide the toy from your mouth.

That's when you take notice of two things; first, the tank is now half-empty. Second, you feel your lips growing numb and difficult to move, while there's a prickling in your mouth that is growing harder and harder to ignore.

You evaluate your options; you could continue sucking from where you stopped, try to empty the other half of the tank by using the other dildo and, maybe, your pussy or throw away the toy and try to press the button, forcing your way through.

You feel like you've already done enough by sucking away half of the tank, stuffing your mouth with that suspicious fluid, having already played even too much in their hands with all these traps and weird magic changing your body. Finally decided, you drop the dildo in your hand, kick away the one at your feet and stand up. Or at least you try to. It takes a moment to register, but as soon as you rejected the means of the trial imposed by this room, metal handcuff popped out of the chair, binding you at your wrists, ankles and neck to it.

You suddenly get the feeling of having made an enormous error. Outside of your field of view you can sense something moving, until a mechanical tube appear in your vision.

You can barely mumble some kind of protest before the tentacle-like machine falls on you and force its way in your pussy.

The sudden assault of the machine stuns you and you're barely able to realize, while in a daze, how the tube isn't trying to pleasure you, but just forcefully pumping in your body the liquid you refused to assume willingly.

When the tube finally leaves your pussy, you slump on the chair, feeling the cuffs retracting back into the chair and the floor rising again. You barely register some strange prickle in your orifices before passing out.

You come to your senses after a couple of hours or so, sprawled on the floor. You soon notice how you've finally made it back on the original floor level and the exit door is now open. Then you recall all the alarming sensations filling your mouth and pussy right before going out cold and rush to one of the mirrors to check yourself.

Your gaze immediately runs to your mouth, where you feel something off. Your lips are still numb, but everything seems in order and you heave a sigh of relief.

However, almost as if it was awaiting the right chance to make fun of you, a tingle runs through your mouth and the fluid finally takes effect; you stare in shock at your lips ballooning under your eyes, growing to alarming size until they stop to what you'd usually recognize as silicone-pumped lips, big enough to be slightly parted in the middle. Denying the truth, you try to convince yourself they're not exaggeratedly big as you thought at first glance: that it's just the juxtaposition with your regular ones you had before.

After spending some time inspecting them in the mirror the delusion fade away and you have to face reality; your lower face is now dominated by a pair of plump, luscious and indisputably unnatural, dick-sucking lips. You're not even sure you'll be able to talk without issues with these.

You click your tongue in annoyance. Suddenly your shudder and fall to your knees, your brand new lips on fire. It looks like the sensitivity got amped up along with the volume.

At the same time a squishy sensation manifest between your thighs. Looking down you can see streams of some kind of oily/gooish transparent fluid running down your legs. “What the-" you don't even have to finish your sentence before realizing the fluid is dribbling from your lower lips. You stand still for a moment, noticing how the stream dribbling down your pussy isn't subsiding even after a couple of minutes, forming a pool at your feet and soaking your fur.

Looks like as memento for refusing to take up the second half of the strange liquid to complete the trial posed on you, the dungeon punished you with a permanently drooling pussy.

Having assessed the new changes, you decide to get moving.

You take a peek at the door you opened with such a steep price. You can see a signboard pointing to the "Dungeon Bargain Hall".

Is there some kind of mall down in this place? You stand still, thinking which way to go.

After all you could always go back from where you came from, but that may mean running into Kristen again.