The Chivalrous Code of Justain Chamberlain - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Justain’s dream felt both endless and unmeasurably fast. A strange, gripping sensation like being suspended in molasses, both there and not there as an out of body experience formed around him, dimly aware of the face fucking debauchery he had been subjected to, though that quickly disappeared from his mind as the most pressing matter to deal with once the visions assaulting his sleeping mind came into focus.

It was one of those dreams, the ones formed by a cavalcade of deeply locked memories one never wishes to face, coupled with the unholy additions of countless fears and insecurities made manifest in the worst way the deepest reaches of one’s own mind could come up with, mixed into a cauldron of chaos that the young man wished so desperately to shut himself away from for good. Memories were unfolding before his eyes like he was watching a highlight reel of his own life, his birth, his extremely short nursing period before his mother weaned him off breast milk and tossed him to the troop of maids in the family’s employ, the ridicule he’d experienced at the hands of his father when his sigil ceremony came and no bursts of brilliant magic were spawned forth from Justain’s hands…all things he would have rather gnawed on an enormous bowl of dragon scales than experience again.

Alas, he would have to fare with the fact that he had never mastered the widely ridiculed dreamsculptor spell hidden within the pages of the first book in the Youth’s guide to magic mastery he had handed down to him from Ezekiel so many years ago…Ezekiel, how he hated him. How much his father lauded him with praise and favor, how his mother barely acknowledged his existence when that oaf was around, how little he appreciated how the world bent over backwards for him as the heir to the Chamberlain estate…

As though the scenes unfolding before him were reacting to his thoughts, the landscape shifted once more to one of the scholarly mage in training’s oldest memories. He recognized it immediately for what it was, frowning at the joyful look in his young eyes, no older than seven and still full of that naive admiration for the brother he would grow to hate with a furious passion like no other.

Perhaps that was only natural though…everyone loved Ezekiel, and why wouldn’t they? His brilliant blond hair and charming smile, the unshaken sense of confidence he exuded with his very existence like the very earth he walked on was as much his birthright as his family’s untold fortune…and the one thing Justain hated most about him, the incredible, unmatchably talented affinity for the magic arts he displayed from the moment his hand could grip tight enough to hold a wand and his lips could move to cast incantations.

Young Justain was waddling up to his brother, amazed at the minor telepathy he used to turn the nutcracker dolls from his toybox into a troop of soldiers marching across the room into battle.

He knew what happened next, and yet part of him was desperately hoping that his youthful naivete would somehow be removed in this dream reality, and of course, he was proven horribly wrong.

Young Justain, innocent as he was, making play with his brother as a child would be expected to, shoved his favorite figurine into the bunch, forming some incoherent narrative of the two factions fighting alongside one another with a wide, excited smile. The figurine was a black dragon, a relic hoisted from the antiques of their grandfather from ages were Magic Knights still warred with the hordes of awful beasts that threatened the very existence of the Chai Kingdom, it was not a toy meant to be used by a child, but a figure representing the worst of their former enemies.

Ezekiel, however, seemed to go from his usual happy-go-lucky demeanor to a slack, stern expression as he stopped his soldiers from marching forth and looked bitterly at his brother.

“...Is that grandfather’s dragon figurine?” He said, sounding more like a statement than a question, and making Justain’s smile waver momentarily. The fact that it remained hurt him even more to watch, that still-present grin the very symbol of how much he used to admire his brother in that moment.

“Y-yes…I-I know all the other boys mum wants me to play with never like him. They all say he’s scary and dragons are our enemy and call me weird…b-but you’ll like him, right? I just thought, dragons are so strong and pretty…maybe if they were friends with your toys, they could all be super cool!”

Zeke looked at the child with downcast eyes that made his youthful optimism falter, bracing himself and readying for the same verbal abuse he’d faced countless times when he dared to show this side of himself…yet his brother soon smiled again and picked up his wand, an airy lightness filling Justain’s chest with the euphoric feeling of acceptance from someone he admired so deeply and truly…

His subconscious was kind enough to fast forward through the harrowing betrayal that resulted from there. Even so, he only had to look at the devastation of broken plastic and metal gears, with blood spewing from his beaten feet and a legion of broken toy soldiers strewn about him while he cried like a newborn to see in his mind’s eye what came before, how Ezekiel’s warm smile became one of torturous glee as his wand spun in the air and beckoned his toys to attack his brother and smash his precious porcelain figurine.

That alone would have been enough of a traumatic event to forever ingrain itself into the vestiges of his mind, but what really turned it into a core memory the likes of which would never erode from his consciousness was what happened afterwards. Olga and Archer rushed into the room, his father’s brow furrowed in anger and fists clenched, full of rage and ready to doll out punishment to whoever dared disturb his peace and quiet…and Zeke? He instantly pointed the finger at his brother, denouncing the young boy’s cries of how he was mercilessly attacked by his sibling…and they believed him, they believed he was lying through his teeth, that his words were naught but that of a deceptive little boy who dared to defame his brother’s name after his clumsiness had already ruined his expensive toys and their grandfather’s most valuable antique possession.

And hours later, when he sulked in the darkness of his room, tears dribbling down his face with the door slammed shut to keep him locked within its confines, when his brother creaked the door open and looked in with a wry, wicked smile, and said those words that he would never forget. The words that would continue to thump away in his mind as a backdrop to every new instance where he was overlooked and outdone by his brother while his parents silently gave him that heart-clenching look of disappointment and silently shunned him in favor of their other, better child…

“Don’t let yourself forget Justain. Those boys you played with were wrong…you’re not weird…you’re just pathetic. Father and mother will always believe me over you as long as you’re the weakling you are…and that’s never going to change…”

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A rush of air pushed free from Justain’s maw, the chill of reality rushing over him from all sides, a feeling of overwhelming thankfulness for his release from that awful moment burrowed in his past washing over him as he sat up with his hands sunk into his comforter and his chest rising and falling with each quickened breath he gave slowly falling to a steady beat of heavy huffs as his mind returned to a state of calm. Some part of him was languishing in the idea that perhaps the past few weeks were little more than one of those endlessly long dreams that blurred into reality…that the shamefully sensual sensation of having the walls of his throat scraped out and greedily gulping gutbusting gallons of hyper-virile vagrant ball-slurry from…him of all people was as unreal as his reliving of his childhood was.

But then, his foggy vision cleared and his senses began to come into focus, noticing a scent quite distinct from the curated smell of lavender fragrances and softening shampoo…then the messily ruffled comforter strewn about him that he knew for sure he would never catch himself dying asleep in…and then looking down at himself to see an astoundingly wide width of his hips that connected to a pair of astoundingly soft, smooth, pillowy thighs naked in all their pale, milky glory and looking as juicy and round as a pair of deep fried griffin legs.

It was all reality…every second of him mindlessly gulping down chunky gouts of that thick, creamy, addictively strong…absolutely disgusting PEASANT-NUT LIKE IT WAS HIS FAVORITE MEAL FOR WEEKS ON END!

And now, after his most recent act of total self degradation, here he was on some strange bed…barely remembering the events of the other day, a nasty ache wrenching his jaw from the immense task of shoving over a full foot of veiny white monstercock down his slender little throat without a single word (or, well, a gag) of complaint. He winced, the ringing in his ears fading bit by bit until he started to become aware of some strange, wet, slippery noise accompanied by…pained groans of some sort? 

He doubted himself for a moment, smacking his palm into his ears to make sure he’d cleared up any auditory confusion that befell him. But that sound was very much real, and growing by the second as his pained jaw’s ache slowly passed and the noise became too all encompassing for him to ignore.

“ˢᶜᴴᵂᴬᴾ~ ˢᶜᴴᵂᴬᴾ~ ˢᶜᴴᵂᴬᴾ~” It started at first, low and slow and thumping in his head beneath all the high pitched bells and whistles clattering about in his brain. Then louder, heavier and faster as his body finally felt somewhat near human again and the oppressive beat of that oily, fleshy symphony of sounds became too great to ignore.

“SCHWAP~ SCHWAP~ SCHWAP~!!”

“By the Gods! Would you just shut up alre-EEK!”  Justain tossed himself to his feet, spinning to confront whatever not-so-good samaritan must have picked him up from the sauna before he suffered from heat stroke and washed and clothed him just to torture him with that mindbreaking percussion beat banging away in his ears like…

Like a phat, doughy, wobbly shelf of outright TITANIC teenage assflesh was clopping about and testing the magically reinforced springboard of the dorm bedroom to its absolute limit with the winding waves of porcelain white PAWG-meat bouncing atop…HIS cock…

Justain gasped, tossed his palms over his eyes and turned with a shameful blush on his cheeks. That…had to have been some sort of trick of his mind, right? Sure, undisciplined mages in training slaking their bestial lusts upon one another with all the shame of a wild wyvern in heat was no uncommon occurrence…but that couldn’t have been HIM, right? Not while he was like this…not when he was already so humiliated and ashamed and…conflicted about what had happened what felt like a mere moment ago…that bastard didn’t have the gall in him to flaunt his masculine mating prowess by bouncing some…some hussie on his dick right in front of him after he had just  SWALLOWED THE MOTHERLOAD OF CUM JUST TO KEEP THOSE GROTESQUELY FAT BULL-BALLS OF HIS EMPTY FOR HIM?!?

Once again, his presumptions of reality were proven wrong when he turned and removed his palms from his face, taking ample time to assess the two figures going at it like beasts before his very eyes. It wasn’t just that either, the frosty brunette locks tipped with a tint of blonde at their very end, the creamy, wheat-colored skin ever so slightly kissed by the heat of the sun…and the smiling face that greeted him when the woman looked back his way as she clenched her trembling thighs and began to buck her broad, bountiful bubble-spheres onto a pair of musclebound, hair-covered thighs that he could practically already feel radiating warmth into the sides of his face as they pistoned that unforgettable slab of cockbeef currently jamming through that bitch’s insides like a mighty broadsword hilting itself in a too-small scabbard over and over and over again…

It was Jane, of course…ever the duplicitous, utterly unladylike, total disgrace of an heiress to a noble family, Jane Faust…recklessly riding what could only be the undeservedly godlike… d-disgusting, beastly, grossly oversized and horrifyingly huge excavation tool of a cock that could only belong to that depraved Hearkley boy! Not only had he disgraced him by tunnelling through his throat and jamming his stomach full of eye-wateringly virile stud-nut…but he’d also gone through the lengths to drag him back to his room full of that pungent, sensuous scent of HIM just…just to humiliate him that much more (well…that was disregarding the fact that he would have surely been discovered and subjected to even worse humiliation of his entire family name if he was left there)!

“Ouhhhhhh…ufufufu, would you look at that Reese? Your little training buddy has finally-GODS! SCRAPING MY PUSSY SO FUCKING DEEP~! F-finally woken up…see something you like, Justain? ʸᵒᵘ’ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˢᵗᵃʳᶦⁿᵍ~”  Jane’s voice rang out with a low, teasing titter. A smile curled on her lips and her sharp, fanglike tooth sinking into the flesh of her lower lip right as she WHAPPED one hand down on a single meaty moon of soft, squishy spankmeat rippling against Reese’s monstrously muscular thigh, razor sharp nails sinking into the crevice of pudding soft plow-fat where her two cheeks met and prying them apart to give an even better look at her winking holes.

The young nobleman gulped at her words, ashamedly enough, he had no answer to provide them with, completely at a loss as he let article 1 (e) section 5-clause VI of the Knight’s code…those all important rules on a Knight’s solemn duty to defend one’s own honor, completely fall to the wayside.

…Then again…was there any honor to defend for him? Jane, as much as she furrowed her brow and puffed up her cock-sucking pillow lips to poke and prod at the young student’s thoroughly damaged ego…was, urkh…right…

He was watching, he was practically downright hypnotized by the sight displayed before him, sweating bullets across his milk white skin and clawing his fingers at the oversized shirt that was tossed over his body (likely from Reese himself, given how it reeked of his scent…which had no bearing on how heavily young Justain was breathing while his toes wiggled about and his body fidgeted unsure of what to do with itself…). If that was the sole accusation that lied behind Jane’s voice, it would be easy enough to shrug her off and put retain the power that his mighty stature as the most highborne noble in this school…but he knew, just as she knew that the way he stared at her curvaceous figure as her toned, yet utterly titanic ass-mounds was far from the mere perverse leering that his father was so prone to engaging in around the young daughters of his closest associates.

His stare wasn’t one of longing, but of admiration, enraptured by the fertile female figure Jane sported, how her body was pillowy and plump in all the right corners and crevices from her plush, peachy asscheeks and massively heavy melon tits, contrasted by her slender waist and thick, sturdy thighs that worked like fucking pistons as she readjusted herself with toes sunk into the sheets and hips rising and falling with a lightning fast pace to SLAM herself onto that brick-thick stud-dick as quickly as she could. Justain could feel his dick…the unmistakably tiny twig of a cock completely incomparable to the majestic monument of masculinity being smothered and suckled in all that wet, sticky cuntmeat as it jostled with the force of those mega-sized moon-cakes WHOPPING together off his gurgling nutsack.

“I…I…that’s, you don’t know what you’re talking about! I thought perhaps, with your heritage, you would be better than those disgraceful little tramps that are all over this vagrant! Clearly, I must have been mistaken, you people used me…drugged me with that awful, disgusting gunk you’ve been feeding me for weeks…you think this is enough to make me give up? Well you’re clearly mistaken, and when I beat you Reese, you’ll know-” Justain finally managed to muster some measure of a reply squeaked out through his hoarse throat, the old habits of his long, self-important speeches, only to be thankfully stopped by Jane’s interruption.

“SHUT UP ALREADY JUSTAIN! Fuck, you’re such a goddamn pussy, you know that? I can feel how much you don’t even believe a word you said right now! If I want another person to watch me while I take this…oughhhhhgawddddd~ this massive fucking cock…I’d rather they either shut up, or put those fat sissy slut lips to work cradling daddy’s balls and helping me work out that hefty load that’s been cooking up in them all night!” She grumbled, eyes alive with a fearsome hint of anger that shook Justain to silence, standing rigid as an old, sturdy oak tree, forgetting how well versed he was in magic techniques that should have left her in fear of him…how the young man had fallen, so meek, so easily folded, so submissive…brought to heel before the stern shout of a woman wracked with lust and fury…

He had no time to fester in his shame though, as the entire room came alive as Hearkley, formerly stiff and unheard aside from a few tiny groans of pleasure, made his presence known with an earth-shaking TWHAPPPPPP~!!! of his hands into the underside of those ripe, round hills of jiggly fuck-fles. A whine of disbelief and disgruntled protest rose from Jane’s throat as she tried with all her might to toss her ass back down into his lap against his wishes, her incredible leg strength failing against the unmatched power of Reese’s burly arms as he slowly pushed her off till her sticky folds slipped off from the head of his dick with a lewd, wet “POP” that unveiled the towering, immeasurable inches of cockflesh that brought to the forefront of Justain’s mind so many memories of shivering, pulsating pleasure drinking the virile bounty of jizz unknowingly offered from that divine dick-tip…

“Gods! Pleaseeeeee sir, can’t you find it in you to let me cum at least? Your cock is just so perfect for pumping my greedy little slut-cunt full…you can’t just tease me like that and make me stop without cumming my brains out all over that dick…” She tried to convince him, her voice a sultry, teasing whisper as she swished her hips to graze her beaten cunt against the crown of his cock, trying uselessly to rouse his desire to slam her to the hilt of his cock like a disposable fleshlight until her pussy was turned into an overflowing dump trough of hearty country boy cum…but that tactic was too easily seen through as Reese warned her with a disciplining SMACK rousing the woman into action as he grunted like a boar.

“Gods, fine! So demanding…not that I mind it, you can demand anything from me, sir.” She giggled, the humps of her wobbling booty shelf shaking in the air as she threw herself off the bed on unsteady feet, Justain’s eyes instantly meeting Reese’s sea-green orbs before he shuddered at the smirk he gave and tried his best to look away.

That became a simple enough task, given that in a mere moment his vision was utterly CONSUMED by the titanic mass of Jane’s huge, hefty fuck-udders damn near knocking him in the face with the force of a roaring right hook fit to knock a heavyweight boxer to the ground. He was tackled onto his doughy rear, squashing on the hardwood floor and bringing a blush of embarrassment to his face as he realized just how highly poised and absurdly overgrown his round, meaty rump had become.

“Oops! Sorry hon, guess I didn’t see you there…I mean, your tiny little head and my big fat titties that Reese loves slurping on all day? You just consider yourself lucky you didn’t sink between them~” She giggled to him, a prideful glint in her eyes as she made sure to bring that much more attention to her mega-sized jumbo jugs, the tactless bragging she displayed was matched only by how needlessly true her words rung. The weight of the woman’s bra-busting, cock-smotheringly colossal calcium cannons had to have been nearly half the weight of her upper body…Justain had never really looked at them before (in fact, he barely had the tact to remember the woman’s name if not for his mother constantly reprimanding him for forgetting it every time she dragged him along for those mind-bogglingly boring tea parties at the Faust estate…), but he remembered her former appearance enough to know it was all too clear that they had grown to an unreal size and impossibly perfect shape by the same virtue that he had changed into this…this girly image of softness and submission and fuckable feminine fertility he was becoming.

The thought of it should have appalled him, enraged him, turned to bile within his belly at the knowledge that Reese was using this vile gift of his to violate the rules of the ancient code of Knighthood that fiercely prohibited the use of one’s magical gifts to shift and pervert the natural form…

Yet, as he watched Jane swing her immensely overgrown hips from side to side, her tits, a veritable set of HH cups visible even with her shockingly dense, muscular back facing him, he could only think a single whisper of a thought that flashed by so fast and quietly that even he hadn’t the sense to catch it and rage with denial in his heart at it…the seed of that image planted in his mind and given ample room to grow while he watched her, her figure, her beauty with an envy he’d never known before.

“Fuck, why didn’t all that cum I drank give me a pair of tits like those…” he thought, idly feeling his own chest through his shirt, surprised by the sensitivity of the perky nubs beneath them, much different from the skinny and frail concave mass that was his chest before…but certainly incomparable to Jane’s as she rummaged through the closet at the end of the room and came out with a…rattling collection of crystalline mason jars? Just what exactly was going on here? This wasn’t potion crafting 101, was it?

“Bring it here Jane, I wanna make sure the distinguished sir Chamberlain sees every second of what we have in store for him.” Reese called out, rising from the bed and stretching out every inch of his glorious, cobblestone carved figure, the steaming musk of RAW, FURIOUS, UNPROTECTED STUD-SEX SATURATING THE ROOM FROM THE EPICENTER OF HIS FAT, STEAMING STALLION-COCK LIKE THE THICKEST, MEATIEST, STRONGEST REED-DIFFUSER FILLING THE AIR WITH THAT APHRODISIAC SCENT!

The shrunken stump of useless “male” flesh that was Justain’s cock was so pathetically puny in its erect state that most couldn’t notice it even if they tried, but he knew, he knew from how Reese’s predatory smile hit him and wordlessly told him everything that big country brute wanted to say that he could tell how furiously arousing this entire sick affair was to him.

“W-what, n-no! I’m not going to participate in this sick game of yours you’re trying to play, you…you dirty little peasant runt! I’m going to be leaving, and you can let Jane defile herself like a common whore for you all day long while I prepare to beat you in our duel and make you undo all of thi-” 

His mouth suddenly clamped shut unbidden by his own will, his next words dying on his lips as the sounds muffling from his gob were pushed out in inarticulate grunts. His long, dark hair was ruffled beneath a dainty set of feminine fingers, watching as Jane’s wobbly white rump-meat nearly knocked his face away while she strode in front of him.

“God, you know, you’d be so much cuter if you learned to shut that stupid mouth of yours a little more. Don’t bother trying to talk by the way, it’s a puppeteering spell, I drew the sign on your palm while you were asleep…you probably didn’t notice it though, you always talked about how summoner’s spells were for ‘shoddy mages without the skill to fight on their own’.” She didn’t add much more to that glib little comment, letting the irony settle in the air as Justain finally, for the first time in…well, ever, went dead silent, head hung low and easily tilted upwards for Jane to tie a shining silver pendant around his neck, adorned with a golden engraving of a griffin’s eye where the medallion it was connected to rested, a matching one wrapped around Jane’s slender neck with its medallion hoisted up atop her squishy slut-udders.

The moment the pendant connected, a strange sense of vertigo assaulted him on all sides, his vision gone bleary and eyes seeing double, then triple, then in sets of six before eventually congealing back together. And when it finally did…his vision felt…strange, both his and not his, feeling himself in his body, yet somehow knowing that wasn’t all he felt, an indescribable sensation of sharing two sets of eyes, two soft, wide-hipped, fuckable bodies…one with a phat, squishy boy-hole pulsing between the insurmountable hills of doughy ass-meat piled atop his rear, and another body…Jane’s body, with a pulsing, throbbing, needy apex of womanhood between his thighs that the sensation of filled Justain with an overwhelming sensation of rightness.

She didn’t have to explain what she’d done to him. This was basic magic artifact knowledge, the terrifying warnings his brother had always given him on the dangers of sensing stones replaying in his head as he watched the twinkling light bleeding off the resonating sensing stone that made the medallion on Jane’s pendants…or at least, he watched it with his set of eyes, his other eyes…Jane’s eyes, those…

Those were FACED WITH THE TOWERING, BULL-SIZED BEHEMOTH COCK OF REESE HEARKLEY AS (S)HE LET HER SULTRY, SQUISHY LIPS PART WITH HER MOUTH HANGING OPEN IN A LEWD, DUMB, BRAIN-ROTTED BITCH FACE READY TO DRINK EVERY OFFERING OF GOOEY PRE-NUT HE HAD TO GIVE!

“Mnnnn...Gawd sir, this cock is just soooooo fugghin’ fat and perfect~ Ugh, I almost wish I didn’t have to link my brain with that little sissy bitch before I got a taste…but I know how it is, your word is my law, sir.” She mewled, a kittenish grin to her face as she gleamed up at her lover, her master, her owner, the feeling of her own disdain for Justain pulsing in his own mind at the same moment that she twisted her neck to face him with that distinct scowl on her face, their connected emotions making every inner complexity of her feelings stunningly clear and overwhelmingly powerful. 

There was true disgust, true hatred behind each scalding reprimand she had for him…and yet there was also jealousy, a silent acknowledgment of her appointed rival’s own beauty that sprouted a tiny inkling of pride in his heart, which of course looped back and further emboldened Jane to bully him even more. God, he could never get used to how fucked up this was…

“It’s funny actually, I actually used to think you were kind of cute. Not sure how I did now though, after being around a real man, the old you just seems so much…lesser than anything this big~ Schlrrscchhhh~ ᴶᵁᴵᶜʸ~SCHRRRRPPPPPSHHHH~ MANLY FUGGHIN’ STUD-BEEF COULD GIVE ME~” She slurred her words with every new syllable, a hypnotized hunger consuming her mind as she dove her head low and slurped, spat and blew thick bubbles of saccharine skank-slobber all over every juicy vein and bump along that long, hefty whore-wrecker, as Justain felt every indescribable morsel of hunk-obsessed adulation that dominated her every waking thought…

“Fuck, excuse me, I just get so dumb and giddy stroking daddy’s dick in my throat~ Our brains are already connected, but knowing what a dense little bitch you are, I’m gonna say it too, just so you know every bit of what’s happening…and how useless it is to even hope you can stop him from making you into whatever nasty cock-holster slut he wants you to be…and how much more useless it is to stop yourself from wanting more. You see this? These big, fat, sperm-stuffed bull-balls that you’ve been drinking jizz from for WEEKS now?” Jane gestured, dragging Reese’s fatly veined fuck-spire up against the toned etches of his abs, marveling at how they barely fit in her warm, silky soft palms as she heaved those guava-sized cum-cauldrons up before Justain’s eyes as he stared blank and glassy-eyed at them.

A thought rippled through both of them as they watched in awe at such potent proof to the man’s unrivaled breeding potential, “fuck, I wanna taste every drop of sweat and musk off those nuts. They look sᴏ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴀᴍɴ ʙɪɢ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴜʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ HEAVY…” Neither one of them could be sure which mind that thought was birthed from. 

Regardless, Jane managed to recover from her musk-shrouded cum-craving for long enough to dig for the true prize she was looking for, fondling those enormous country-born cum-churners and slowly heaving up the loaded mass of that super-sized nutsack to unveil at the crux between the bottom of each titanic testicle, a glowing magic sigil emblazoned on its skin that shone into Justain’s face and would have had him gasping with disbelief if he could speak.

“Hehehe, I can feel how much you wanna cry at how much DADDY showed you up without even trying~ Keep up that feeling, it makes it even hotter. A magic sigil, those marks on the most blessed Magic Knights on earth? The ones overflowing with ancient talent and gifted strength from head to toe? The one that you never got? Reese has one right on his bigggg, beautiful nuts~ Why do you think he barely uses magic? His most powerful spell isn’t anything you can learn in those useless books you’re always reading, it’s those THICK, HEAVY, TASTY CUMSHOTS BRIMMING IN THESE NUTS THAT TURNS ANYONE WHO TAKES IT INTO A PERFECT WHORE JUST FOR HIM! I’m fucking shocked you never noticed! Soooo many girls just turning into such fat-breasted fucksleeves and fawning over a real man for the first time instead of little bitches like you, just the way it should be💞💖✨? Not that I’m surprised, I doubt you even liked girls in the first place~💔” 

Jane’s taunts went from mean to stunningly abusive, the pain reflecting into her own heart and making her shiver with yet more arousal as she secretively slinked one hand down to her pussy to make her shivering bitch-slit squirt at what might have been the most erotic sensation she’d ever felt…

But she was interrupted as Reese finally took charge of her depraved dick-worshipping frenzy, his fat sausage fingers interlocking in her wild brunette locks and holding her down on her haunches as he bobbed his cock with nothing but the sheer mind-muscle connection in his divinely chiselled figure, THUMPING that sperm-caked shaft off her face while she mewled and let her tongue hang out of her mouth like the brain-broken sex-kitten she’d become. The sensation of that rigid, bulky WEIGHT of such an awe-inspiring cock slapping off the top of her face transferring to Justain and making him gasp behind his locked lips as hot dribbles of spittle bubbled from his maw and he shook on his knees like a shaken up fizzy drink ready to pop.

“Did I say you could touch that cunt of yours, Jane? You dumb little cocksleeve bitch? What did I tell you to do for me, say it nice and clear, so mister Chamberlain can hear every damn word…” Reese grumbled down at her, a whining, high-pitched groan emanating from the bottom of her throat as she barely found the sense to nod along and give her sincerest apologies to him, though not before rolling her head back and dragging her tongue over everyyyyy meaty ridge of the underside of his hot, sweaty slab of horny stud-beef and smooching her squishy, blood-red lips over the mushroom-shaped crown while her tongue swiped every nutty pulse of ultra-thick nut-butter pumping out of its eye-sized cumslit.

“I’m sawryyyyyyy, my lil bitch brain just gets sʜᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ʙɪɢ ʙᴇᴇғʏ ᴅɪᴄᴋ~ I don’t deserve to slam my tiny whore-slit and tease that lil bitch-button inside of me until I cum no matter how much I want to…ᴀʟʟ I ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ ɪs ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ʜᴀs ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ's ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴜᴛ, ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ~ And I’ll make sure your little sissy bitch is the same, just like you asked…I don’t know what the fuck he did to deserve so many mason jars of your cum when he can’t even appreciate it, but I’ll milk out every drop while you fill every last one right in front of him! And maybe…when the dumb little slut is out of here with all those packed up wads for him to gargle on like the stupid cum-addict he is…you can feed me with even more, gallons and gallons of stomach-clogging stud-jizz till every fucking meal I would’ve eaten this WEEK is replaced with your nut~”

Her words were tinted with an even more scaldingly sensual, seductive lilt that sent trembling shivers jolting through him, his thighs were a mess of spilled drool and clear, translucent sissy-squirt leaking through the clit-like nub of his impotent cock. He wished he could feel dread, embarrassment, pain…a humiliation ten times that his brother had fished out to him so many years ago and made ever present in his life from that day forward, ANYTHING if it meant escaping the one feeling, one thought, one image in his mind thudding between him and Jane and amplifying itself till it almost overpowered the brainmeltingly pungent taste and smell of Reese’s powerful pussy pump.

 GALLONS UPON GALLONS UPON GALLONS OF CREAMY BULL-JIZZ PUMPED INTO ALL THOSE MASON JARS, NEARLY RUNNING OVER WITH THE SHEER, IMPOSSIBLY THICK, BELLY-SWELLING NUT, RUNNING OVER WITH THE UNIMAGINABLY POTENT BOUNTY OF SEED THAT WAS DESTINED TO BE PUMPED OUT INTO THOSE CONTAINERS FOR HIM TO GUZZLE, GULP AND CHEW DOWN ON EVERY THICK, STICKY, CLUMPY GLOB FILLING THEIR BODY WITH NOTHING BUT THE RAW ESSENCE OF HIM.

Clearly, the sensing stone had a marked effect on Jane herself, as she barely even found the strength to wait for the silent nod from her master before tossing her face onto every last burly, jaw-cracking square inch of sperm-shooting cock. She wasn’t deepthroating him so much as she was using his prodigious cock as an instrument of her complete and total oral obliteration…her tongue, her lips, her head, her neck…everything that could be tossed into a frenzied, fervent rush to draw out the contents of those big, beautiful, vein-riddled cum-tanks she was so obsessively slurping and slobbering and worshipfully tending to every moment she wasn’t FILLING THE ROOM WITH SUCH AN UNGODLY CACOPHONY OF CHOKING, THROAT-BUSTING HEDONISM IN JANE’S OBSESSIVE SELF FACE-FUCK THAT HAD TO HAVE HAD AN ARCHMAGE TIER SOUND DAMPENING SPELL PLACED OVER THE ROOM TO STOP THE WHOLE SCHOOL HEARING THE KIND OF COCK-WORSHIP A REAL STUD WAS ENTITLED TO!

Through no intent of his own, Justain’s itching, needy, hungry desires welling up inside of him had impassioned Jane into a rush of sloppy shaft-suckling that had the sound of “
“SCHRPPPPPPLLLPPPPPP~”  and “GRLSCHHHHHHHKKKKKSSSS~!!!!” thudding off the walls while the ebon-haired mage-in-training shook on his haunches like a coke bottle stuffed full of mentos. It was like every inner fantasy of what he wished he was on his knees before Reese doing was being acted out in front of him in the most wild, brazen, wantonly lustful display before him.

She didn’t merely leave that swollen cockbat covered in a slippery sheen of throatslime and congealed, off-white pre-spunk, she left it with a permanent signature of her saccharine throat-slobber mixed with the awe-inspiringly virile scent and taste of his pre that any other of the MANY women who would stuff this hole-splitting bull-beef down their throat would never be able to get away from the faint flavor of.

She didn’t merely look up at him with deep, glassy, forlorn eyes of longing as her lips cradled the hand-filling orbs of Reese’s sperm-stuffed bully-balls, she worshipped them more fervently than the most indoctrinated of cultists would pile adulation onto the idol of their devotion. Every wrinkle, every crease, every sweat-stained deposit of salty peasant ball-musk that had been burrowed DEEP into his skin and made her eyes roll back into her fucking head while she tongued those nuts and raised their hulking mass at their underside solely with the strength of her tongue alone and “glrglrglrglrglrglr”’ed all over his sweaty sack before getting back to her routine of BASHING HER FACE ONTO ALL 16 INCHES OF TITAN-SIZED TEEN STUD-BEEF!

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, through the haze of jealous, angry, frustrated tears running over Justain’s cheeks that he barely even noticed amidst his cognition clouding arousal. Another thought sprouted in his mind…

Screw magic, screw father and mother and all their plans to show me off to their aristocrat friends. THIS is where a woman belongs…on her knees, mouth open, brain empty. Dumb and girly and giggly and jiggly and soft all over…cushiony and sticky and constantly WET for a man…my man…thank you, thank you so much Reese…

He knew that that thought must have come from Jane’s mind…but at this point, it didn’t matter whose mind had conceived the thought. Extended use of the sensing stones had their consciousness on the verge of crashing in on one another and converging entirely, a key issue that led to the lifelong guidance established in article 85 (a) section 2 on the many dangers of using sensing stones to share extremely strong emotional experiences between two people.

But right now, Justain could give less of a fuck about any Knightly codex of silly rules stopping him from what he wanted. As far as he could tell, he wished he could be Jane in this moment, and for all intents and purposes, he was, he was just as much on his knees, slurping and slobbering and worshipping like the bitch he truly was, as Jane was. And would that be so bad? So bad to do what that thought said…to take his…her place there? He thought about that thought so long that it overlapped on itself and began to tremble in Jane’s mind right as her poor outstretched throat flexed on the epic mass of Reese’s cock, splattering drool on the lower ridges of his toned abs as she barely missed the last few free inches not sheathed inside of her greedy gob.

Justain was never one to think much of his gender or sex. To him, life existed in a simple pod of the real and unreal, he was a man because he simply was, his father, his brother, and all the socialite masses he was surrounded with were adamant that he was, so how could he not be? 

And yet…as each second of watching and feeling Jane’s slick, slippery slut-gullet flex and clench around Reese’s fat fuck-log, he couldn’t begin to think of it as more laughably wrong to imagine he was the same gender as the living idol of lust and carnal dominance built to be worshipped…and if he wasn’t…would that really be so wrong? Would it be bad if he was a girl, free to become the very same cock-worshipping sucksleeve that the gorgeous brunette was so happily revelling in being? Maybe it would be good for him…to be like that…

A dumb…

“GLRPGLRPGLRPGLRPSCHHHHHHHKKKKKKKK~”

Busty, bouncy, beautiful…

“SCHLRRRRRRSCCHHHHHHOOORPPPPPPPPSHHHH~”

Cum-guzzling, cock-hungry, constantly slick, wet, needy little girl…

The sounds and sensations booming through his body from the sensing stone almost melted away in the midst of his own thoughts, a lovely daydream of himself taking Jane’s place filling his mind as Reese’s seemingly bottomless stamina finally seemed to be chipped away near to its very climax. The effects of the sensing stones were clearly reaching a critical point of danger that might very well have made their minds indistinguishable, years later, he would still not be sure of whether or not it was truly Jane that was dragged before that burly teen bull and made to slurp and slobber over each of his fatly veined, pulsing sperm-sacks while hearing that amazing “SCHLKSCHLKSCHLK” of her  own hands gliding across that unyielding, uncut mass of mega-thick stud dick over and over again. 

Cold beads of anticipatory perspiration rolledacross her body as the pumping swell of an absurdly hot, bubbly, tar-thick cum-surge sliding from the bottom of those heavy nuts and readying to BLAST THE ENTIRE FUCKING ROOM IN AN AVALANCHE OF VIRILE VAGRANT JIZZ made their shared eyes shiver in excitement as they each popped their mouths of that glorious, godlike shaft, stroking softly as their voices melded with each lusty word of encouragement they had for the studly mage soon to crown the entire room with a baptism of curdled cumwads the likes of which would likely NEVER wash out anytime soon…

“Gᴀᴡᴅᴅᴅᴅᴅᴅ....I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ, sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴊᴜɪᴄʏ ᴊɪᴢᴢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴇᴇᴅʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢᴜᴛ, sᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ sᴏ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴀʙʏʏʏʏʏ~ ᴍɴɴɴ...ʙᴜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ WHORE ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ sᴇɴsᴇs...sᴛᴜғғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ғᴜgghɪɴ' ᴊᴀʀs ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ, ᴅᴀᴅᴅᴅʏʏʏʏʏ. Sᴘᴇᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴛɪᴄᴋʏ ɴᴜᴛ sᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ RUNNING OVER ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ɪᴛ...ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴀᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ's ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ɢᴏʙʙʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴀʀɢʟɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡʜᴏʀᴇ, I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ sᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ ʙᴀᴅᴅᴅᴅᴅᴅ~”

Justain didn’t seem to even realize he was Justain anymore, neither did Jane seem aware of any semblance of her true identity, the sensing stones had all but eroded their sense of self altogether, rendered practical mirror images of one another, joined at the hip in cum-starved glee as they each bowed in reverence before Reese’s divine dickmeat. The presence of Justain Chamberlain existed as much as Jane Faust’s did…as nothing more than a pretty, desperate vessel with which to make Reese spurt cum over and over and over again, forever and ever, until they could feed themselves on his mighty spunk-shots for eternity~

And soon, their only goal and purpose would be met, as his powerful pussy-pump went from merely lightly tingling and shivering to angrily, violently thrashing about like an anaconda with steel-hard scales in their grip! The pressure building within it so massive that it took the combined efforts of both of them just to keep him from spewing spunk all over the goddamn place and missing his target!

They watched and cooed in unabashed awe as their dainty fingers clasped around either side of that thick, weighty stud-dick, gasping at each twitch and throb as that massive ballful went from a mere trickle to an angry, eager rush of percolated jizz rising to the top of that enormous head and readying to spew all over the place like a geyser of sperm-saturated stud-spunk!

SCHPPPPPRRRRRRTTTTTTTT~! SCHUPRATTTTTTTTTT! BLURTTTTTTTT~!

Before even a single one of the oncoming onslaught of fat peasant spunk was able to completely abate to let loose the next, Reese had made well on completing their request for the first row of eight lined up, extra wide mason jars large enough to contain an entire Griffin’s heart and then some. The edges of those containers were running over, pearly white globs of runny alpha-nut that now, in Justain’s eyes, with the knowledge he had, seemed to shine with a gorgeous glow that made it nearly impossible for him to hold back his urge to GET ON HIS KNEES AND GORGE ON THAT FOUL BREW OF STEAMING HUNK-SPUNK TILL HIS FUCKING BELLY BURST!

But…through a miracle of his own willpower (combined with Jane’s domineering side bullying him into staying bone dry in the midst of his terminal spunk-thirst), he managed to keep himself collected enough to not push his face before the powerful beam of scalding hot jizz blasting out from that titanic teen twat-wrecker. 

Both of the gasping whores held the bucking battering ram of steely cockmeat like a deadly weapon, aimed across the rims of each row of mason jars as the unrelenting cum-stream shot off with so much sheer strength that it nearly threatened to break those brittle jars apart entirely, wielding the appendage like the colossal cum-cannon it was and feeling that sturdy shaft’s vein’s twitch and tense as they stroked their dainty palms as though seeking to squeeze out any lingering jism by the ballful while the owner of that gorgeous cock tousled his hands through their hair in approval.

One spurt, two spurts, three powerful, cunt-filling, instantly egg-fertilizing shots of saturated stud-sperm pumped away from the base of Reese’s balls until eventually both the whimpering sluts lost the presence of mind to count each one. Their minds too full of thoughts of the sheer, cataclysmic destruction such an explosive cumshot could let loose within their fresh, squishy fuckholes…and the new birth that could bloom from the depths of their wombs if such an overflowing detonation of pure male virility were to fill the deepest parts of their female core that they were both convinced would readily incubate his superior spawn at a moment’s notice.

The mindless sets of subservient slut meat that were once known as Jane and Justain couldn’t even so much as comprehend their own awe and reverence anymore as the final row of mason jars ran over with the epic bounty of ball-broth spilling over and pouring onto the floor in runny gunks of grody nutslop. The instinct to obey the towering titan who staked his claim over their bodies taking precedence over the lustful urge to crawl over and consume every last leftover shot that continued to spray like a broken hosepipe, basting the floor, walls and bursting out in rivulets that pumped so far and wide that a good few ropes of nutty stud-cream found themselves glued to the ceiling and dripping from it in sticky droplets that made the entire space even more of a messy testament to HIS alpha male presence.

The air was utterly saturated with the primal scent of jizz tinted musk overpowering the room by the moment that godlike cock’s incessant spurts finally began to weaken and subside to a mere slow, sluggish drool of pungent spunk. Two sets of glossy, gorgeous eyes locked in on the runny flow, bodies buzzing with anticipation, a dim thought that they would be forgiven for sampling from the last few dredges of delicious dick-gunk their master had to offer, as they both let their heads drift closer to the swollen knob of that still-hard monster cock…

Only for Justain to be interrupted as a set of feminine fingers wrapped around the pendant on his neck and SNAPPED away his sensing stone, ripping him away from his lurid fantasy and instantly alarming him to the presence of his pint sized sissy-clit, wracked with the sensation of how utterly wrong it felt compared to the warm, soft, drooling lips of a squishy soft quim between his legs that already felt like a missing part of him…of her.

“SCHKRLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP~!!!”

A raunchy echo of a woman’s lips and tongue noisily, greedily gulping up a thick, slimy cum-worm fresh from its source suddenly invaded Justain’s ears, a wave of jealousy and embarrassment coursing through him as his eyes met with Jane’s right as she pushed her tongue inside of Reese’s shivering piss-slit and slithered it about like a snake searching for a fresh mouse to eat, a wet POP~ filling the now silent room as Reese came down from his noisy grunts and let his wide, beefy chest rise and fall with his breaths.

Jane didn’t have to speak to him to let him know the secret they shared, the sly smirk on her face as stray strands of jizz hung off her elegant cheekbones serving as more than enough to speak to him. He could feel the lingering condescension still, but beneath that, a sense of camaraderie, companionship…a shared depravity that echoed an encouraging tone as though beckoning him to sink into the depths of pleasure she had once reserved so selfishly for herself.

“You could have all of this Justain, if you just quit being such a bratty bitch, opened those jars up and drank your fill…”

“Mmm…still so harddddd… sorry to leave you out to dry, Justain. I do mean it, all that time with the sensing stone…it almost feels like depriving apart of myself, but Reese’s dick is clearly nowhere close to being drained, and this bigggg…POWERFUL cock deserves nothing less than a slick, slippery, cock-guzzling pussy to wrap around everyyyyy vein and bump on it and SQUEEZE till his nuts ache from how dry they are…and you just don’t have that…not yet at least. Take care, Justine, and make sure you savor Reece’s gift…ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴏғ ɪᴛ…” 

Her tone turned into a warm, matronly lilt of mischievous intent as she intentionally rephrased “his” name, a scalding feeling of jealous emptiness scratching at Justine’s core as the moniker rang like a cruel reminder of what he would be so close to being if he merely gave in…a girl, one worthy of taking the monolithic monument to masculinity that his body yearned for in the very worst of ways…

Had he anywhere near the same audaciousness as Jane showed with her long fingernails raking over the marble carved musculature that outlined Reese’s torso and climbing him like a sturdy oak tree of titan-sized bull-beef until his cock rested between her asscheeks and he carried her like a weightless doll over to the shower, he would have ripped her off, grabbed that pussy-splitting pillar and feasted upon it until he had a slicker, fatter, more fuckably ripe mound of cunnyflesh than she could ever compete with.

But without the sensing stone, whatever aura of sensuous, seductive, captivatingly confident femininity that might have flowed into him had dissipated entirely. Whether a manifestation of a natural meekness that was buried deep within the false persona of a snobbish aristocrat, or merely the beginnings of a change fostered by his mind following suit in his body’s transformation into a fuck-hungry breeding tool that took orders almost as good as it took pulsing pump-rods in each one of the slimy slut holes on his figure.

Silently and shakily, as though in the midst of a mindless trance, he rose on wobbly legs, absently dragging up the crate with him and gasping at the sheer WEIGHT of the cum filled mason jars, slowly walking through the door and jumping at the eardrum busting bash of the door being slammed shut and locked…likely by Jane’s magic, before the thuds and zealous groans of brutal, cunt-bashing pleasure began to spill out into his ears from where he stood.

For a short moment, he remained transfixed by that lewd symphony, staring down at each stuffed jar and almost drooling through the sides of his mouth, hot sweat trickling across the side of his face and mirroring the drips of off-white jizz pouring beneath the lid of a row of mason jars…

But with the morning light pouring in through the windows, and the bells for first period rumbling through the halls of the dorm building, he was shaken away from his reverie and quickly made off with his payload, heart thrumming with the heat of the jingling cum-capsules head close to his chest reminding him of what he so deeply craved…

—

That moment of all-consuming hunger for those bubbling containers of virile ball-grease had remained in the back of Justain’s mind for days after that fateful encounter. The mere process of recovering from the effects of the sensing stone and sorting out which memories, emotions and pieces of his identity swirling around his mind were even his was bad enough, but coupled with the delayed effects of Reese’s cum broiling in his belly and transforming his figure into an even more humiliating vision of feminine seduction that he couldn’t bear the thought of being seen as in public.

The passage of time had seen his already grotesquely wide, birthing sized hips swell outwards to that much more of an exaggerated shape made further unreal by the shrinking of his waist into an itty bitty portion of ultra cinched tummyflesh that was all trim, tight, toned and tough with barely an inch of fat layered on her stomach. 

That alone could’ve been enough for him to overcome, after all, with his recent fitness obsession, more than enough of Griffin-Spine’s students had become used to the image of the heir to the nation’s most influential lineage of Magic-Knight’s bearing the form of a wide-hipped, wobbly-assed gym bunny babe. While that was certainly an adjustment to be made, Justain could handle that much, a few looks of jealous awe and lustful desire from hordes of students who would never dare to act on their emotions for fear of what being on the bad side of the Chamberlains could do to their future…and in all honesty, a part of the young Chamberlain boy enjoyed that, he took bliss in the knowledge that he could set so many into a frenzy of primal want with the merest jiggle of his juicy jumbo rear that they had no choice but to keep to themselves.

Only now that would be complicated by the fact that Justain was currently growing an enormous set of ripe, round double D tit-spheres currently piled atop his chest…

Tits! Justain wasn’t just a shockingly feminine, fuckable, cock-stiffeningly sexy “boy” anymore, he had a pair of youthful, fresh, milk-white jiggle jugs the likes of which could barely even fit in even Reese’s monstrous hands…

Reese…that utter MONGREL, this was all his fault, turning poor Justain into a hermit hiding away in his room, constantly assailed by the pulsating sensation of wanting, needy cocklust pouring out from the flushed pink folds of juicy bussy-meat squished between the meaty flanks of Justain’s giant pound-spheres and beckoning him to punch his slim, dainty fingers through the juicy walls of “her” slit in desperate search for relief.

Had he spent every second of the days he’d been shut up in his dorm room, constantly frigging his squirting slut-slit and twerking those titanic cock-pillows on a non-existent fuckpillar his body yearned to feel pushing through every possible orifice he had that could take it? No! Not…entirely, at least, it was difficult to keep his focus what with that unceasing STENCH of those jizz-stuffed jars wafting out of his closet every time he tried (and failed) to prepare for the upcoming duel only three days away at this point.

Aside from the countless hours he’d spent uselessly seeking relief from the unending pit of lust, Justain had been obsessed with finding a way to reverse whatever power the potent, sigil-marked sperm-sacks that brewed the gallons worth of greasy stud-gunk sloshing in those jars that he couldn’t help but stare at longfully night after night. 

He had lined his shelf with books on transmutation, the ancient magic art of transforming materials and reforging junk heaps into untold treasures like the hands of midas himself had touched them. For all the fantastical feats of telekinetic strength, spirit summoning and mental illusions spawned from advanced magic spells, transmutation remained a sought after art the likes of which barely any could so much as narrowly begin to explain, much less actually enact for themselves, what few practitioners had “mastered” the art of transmutation could barely manage such pitiable feats as spiking a glass of water with a pitiable pinch of alcohol and turn copper nuggets to a paltry sheet of platinum.

Hundreds upon hundreds of pages and references were tossed about his bedroom, all of which agreed that the very idea of human transmutation was a fantasy beyond anything modern magic could ever be capable of accomplishing…and yet here he was, in the throes of its effects, changing him into more of a depraved dick-addict by the hour…

It was all too clear that if Justain wanted any hope to put things back in their rightful, natural place…to return to that hollow, empty body that felt more and more like an apparition foreign to himself each new day he spent on the cusp of such awesome pleasure in this form if he simply gave in…

“ENOUGH! ENOUGH OF THIS! You’re a Chamberlain, dammit! Reduced to such depraved thoughts by some peasant fucker who shouldn’t even have the privilege of his name being on your lips…you should be ASHAMED Justain, debasing yourself like a fucking harlot. You WILL defeat that little mongrel and make sure he undoes everything he’s done to turn you into this…FUCKDOLL you’ve become, and you’ll start by throwing away that crate of disgusting, nasty, sticky cu-unghhhhhhhhhh~💞💞💖”

Right as his motivation reached its crux, finally piercing through the haze of mind-consuming desire that had him rustling beneath his sheets and stuffing nearly his entire fist down his backdoor entrance, Justain’s defiant will instantly found itself punctured and shattering entirely as his cupboard swung harshly open and he met the sight of…

A WET, DENSE, TACKY SPREAD OF STICKY BULLGUNK THAT EXPLODED OUT FROM THE INNARDS OF TWO OF THE MASON JARS, THE PRODUCT OF DAYS OF FERMENTATION TURNING THOSE IMPROPERLY CONTAINED CUM-TANKS INTO A MASSIVE ROW OF BOILING HOT, YELLOWING, STINKY STUD-NUT THAT HAD OUTRIGHT COVERED THE BACK OF HIS CLOSET IN DRIED JIZZ-CHUNKS. . .

It was grody, it was messy, it was awful…it was a HYPNOTIZINGLY, GROTESQUELY, SPELLBINDINGLY BEAUTIFUL IN ITS DISPLAY OF MASCULINE, MUSKY ESSENCE THE LIKES OF WHICH NO MAN, BEAST OR MONSTER COULD EVER HOPE TO MATCH!

He…he had to clean it, right? It was only appropriate that he drop down to his knees and ensure that the…contaminant that was Reese’s potent spunk could be properly disposed of for the good of her fellow man…who knows what kind of untold damage that could be reeked, the bodies transformed, the women made into pleasure-mad beasts and men degraded into inferior spunk-pockets for that unworthy peasant to use and toss aside like worthless sperm-sockets useful for naught but their pillowy plowmeat cheeks…

W-wasn’t it only his civic duty to ensure that any chance of it spreading through the academy? Article 22 of the Knight’s code was adamant about the duty of a Magic Knight to protect their cohorts as much as they could whenever they had the opportunity…so it was only a display of his Knightly conduct that he was already dropping into a wide, deep squat, waving the moons of his pillowy poundcake cheeks as he did so and taking in the sour stench of heavy nut plastered to the walls of the cupboard, preparing to clean every morsel of cum clinging to the cupboards…and nothing else…ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟsᴇ, ɴᴏ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ sᴄʀᴀᴘɪɴɢ, ᴊɪᴢᴢ ᴍᴜɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴅᴏɴɪsᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪs ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ʙᴇʟʟʏ ᴀᴄʜɪɴɢʟʏ ғᴜʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴘɪɴɢ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴘᴜʟsɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ sᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏғғᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍʏ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴛᴏ ғɪʟʟ "ʜᴇʀ"...

“Mphhhggg, mgnnhhhh, ᴏᴜɴɢʜʜʜʜʜʜɢᴀᴡᴅᴅᴅᴅᴅᴅᴅ, sᴏ ғᴜɢɢʜɪɴ' ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ɪᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ...ᴍᴏᴀʀʀʀʀʀʀʀ~✨💕💕” Justain’s garbled words echoed out, every breath raspy with a messy membrane of mucus plastered over his face and draped over the opening to his gasping maw, only for the balloon of cum expanding and contracting from his face to be broken by two handfuls of syrupy sperm dragged up from the very last unemptied jar of nut-slop that still remained in his cupboard after the mad devouring rampage he had set himself upon.

It took little more than a few minutes exposing his bare fingers to the dried muck of salty ball-gunk gathered across the closet before the sensation of flecks of ball-brew sticking to each one of his slim fingers as he’d “forgotten” to use a washcloth to “clean” the excess cock-cream he’d found gave way to a rationalization to “sanitize” himself by suckling at his fingertips like a kitten lapping spilled cream off its own luxurious fur. 

He’d promised to himself that it would end there, that he would merely suck those musky strands down his throat and be undisturbed by the sight and scent of HIM on his fingers (a nonsensical thought, given how well he knew that Reese’s cum stained EVERYTHING it touched), but the very moment he felt the first gluey web hit the upper ridges of his tongue, all pretenses of his intentions fell aside to the growing mass of unbidden NEED that devoured the very essence of Justain’s being in much the same way as he feasted upon jarful after jarful of tar-thick bullnut like it was his very last meal.

The voice that had roused him into a sudden defiant revolt against his own filthy urges shrunk to little more than a mute whisper, killed and buried beneath the enormous weight of the booming cacophony of intrusive desires rattling away in Justain’s mind that pushed him through each mindless twist of another jar cap before tipping over the edge of that container to dump endless globs of stodgy spunk so thick that it almost felt solid in the way it slid over his tongue and filled the cavern of his maw. Yet still, the hoovering suction of Justain’s throat fought against the clumpy essence of jizz, jar by jar, slithering his tongue across the rim and dumping as much into his mouth as humanly possible in a mad rush that left rivulets flowing over his chin and falling in endless sticky rivulets over the full peaks of perky cleavage rippling atop his chest.

Minutes passed, then tens of minutes, then nearly an hour of spunk-seeking degeneracy concentrated into each hot, nasty, sticky sound of bare fingers fumbling through runny jars of overstuffed nut-butter and dragging each batch back up into his own maw as more and more of Justain’s face was smothered in semen and left a blank canvas upon which to receive the protein-packed sperm splattering his body instinctually craved.

Each gulp that settled in his belly sired a spark of magic ecstasy within him, eyes rolling back as from the swell of her stomach with each gulp of seed pooling into her gut emerged tendrils of transmuting energy coiling within his body and ushering Justain into yet another transformation of even more epically lewd proportions.

While the sheer amount of spunk he was consuming clearly led to his midsection pushing outwards with the glut of cum sloshing about in his belly, but with each time his gut expanded, it was soon emptied as the very same substance diffused within his body, each gulp of cum adding to an extra inch of width upon his bust and a half inch of pillowy-soft pound-padding piled onto his ass for good measure. 

And as though “his” feminization wasn’t solidified enough by the prodigious set of perky breasts sprouting from “his” chest and forming two twin mammoth melons swelling to twice, and almost THRICE the size of “his” head each, “his” predicament was pushed into a new realm of emasculation as the already puny pecker situated between Justain’s milky thighs. The stiff nub of teeny mushroop-shaped flesh tensed and sputtered all over itself with each further shrinkage applied to its miniscule mass, the tiny spheres of impotent flesh that made up his “balls” not only shrank, but seemed to pull further into “his” own body, slowly and slowly disappearing as Justain came all over himself in hot, toe-curling euphoria through the entire experience.

As the very last mouthful of salty stud-slop trickled over Justain’s tongue and rushed to satiate his jizz-addled body, his knees flat on the floor with his smooth, soft thighs pressed into the carpet as he sat on his haunches, a final dying screech of the part of himself that would dare to rebel against the desire that spawned within him seemed to sound within her brain. A shrill sound rattling away beneath the thick mop of shiny, ebon-black hair that spilled over her back and shoulders and ended at the very cleft of her enormously round bubble-rear.

A distinctly girly giggle boomed from her cum-stained maw, the long, slick appendage that was her snakelike tongue slithering free from its station to glide across every inch of those plump, peachy, bubblegum-colored bitch-lips of hers. Dragging herself from her submissive position perched on her phat fuck-spheres and rising to a sweet of gigantically soft, marshmallowy thighs that still remained firm and full with an underlying bed of muscle that made her a wet dream personified.

She walked with a gracefulness like a mermaid swimming through water, small, slim feet pitter pattering atop the floorboards with a pronounced “Wʜᴜᴅ~ ᴡʜᴜᴅ~ ᴡʜᴜᴅ~” of her immensely fat pounds of wobbly soft fuck-padding bouncing and cascading off one another with her every step. The only other sound not totally consumed by the cacophony of her clapping asscheeks the loud “shlrrrppppppssss” and “schlrkkkkssssss~” of stray rivulets of jizz being swiped off in nutty strands traced across her face and sucked between those beautiful bimbo-lips of hers to satiate a seemingly endless thirst…until finally, Justine saw herself in the mirror, pausing before the image before her and poising herself before her own reflection.

A glimmer of pride flashed through her at the sight of her own beautiful visage flashing through her mind and making it impossible not to flash a pearly white smile to herself before that all-consuming desire once again echoed in the back of her mind, setting her alight with a confident spark of mischievous intent that he vowed to himself would not go denied, an eager bounce in each swing of her newly widened hips with a single thought pushing her forward…

More…

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The curtains to Reese Hearkley’s window billowed and whipped about with the rush of cool night air seeping in through the side of his dorm room. Years of hardy living sleeping through cold wintry nights after hours of rearing unruly cattle had made the cold nothing of consequence to him, a welcome breeze upon his suntanned skin as his broad-shouldered body sank into the memory foam mattress and his deep breaths rumbled loudly through the open air.

His chiseled face clearly displayed that he was deep within the realm of slumber, a thin trickle of drool pooled by the right edge of his lips, leaving him totally unaware as the tiny crack of his window left open was pushed further open with a dreary creak, the sound of unseen feet crawling atop the windowsill and gliding over the carpet, a transparent figure whose outline could just barely be seen by the most well trained eyes slowly stepping to the foot of the bed and crawling between the splayed out feet hanging off the edge of the bedframe, the invisible cloth that covered the figure being discarded entirely as it settled itself beneath Hearkley’s thickly layered covers.

The sound of heavy hills of round, supple breastflesh spilling out onto a surface of hard, sturdily built muscle echoed about the room in a single meaty “PHWOP~” a twitch in Reese’s eyebrow soon rising into a slight arch of his back and a sleepy groan gushing free from his lips, first slow and steady as the sound of sweaty, soft pillowflesh flopping about against an unmistakably hard, tense and unspeakably hot object meeting it in a sordid union, then turning into a quickening rhythm of sleep-garbled grunts and twitching jolts of his body as an instinctual response.

With the history he had, waking up to the insistent smothering pleasure of soft feminine flesh across the glans of his fatly-veined fuckpillar was nothing new…and having a few ladies who had developed a particularly awful addiction to his brand of belly-stuffing ball-brew was an event he couldn’t say in good confidence was too uncommon of an occurrence either. Usually, he would be content to merely lay back and let the starved slut drink her fill, stretching the expanse of her jaw to new proportions and working the hyper-enhanced, pillowy soft cock-pillows they’d been gifted with to the fullest extent of their potential.

He might have done the same now, too, if not for the sense with every strand of pitch-black hair tickling his thighs and each silken smooth inch of trembling titmeat smacking onto his cock on either side filled him with the sense that there was some other intent behind this, beyond the mere need to satisfy the desire for thick gouts of gunky bullnut. A different will lied behind each sensual squeeze and tug of his cock between the squishy soft slopes of whichever woman’s mega-soft milk-jugs were entrapping the mast of his beefy fuckpole, and with his twitching eyes racing beneath his eyelids, he finally tossed off the sheets to unveil the buxom, raven-haired figure balancing herself on all fours before him, a purring vibration trembling from the point where her lips met the head of that unwieldy fuckshaft that led to a burst of alabaster pre-seed from its tip to saturate the woman’s senses as she popped her lips away and tossed a wry wink up at him, tits still cuddling either side of his cock all the while.

Compared to the Justain he’d last seen, this figure was like night and day. Not only for the even more enhanced feminine features that could very well put even Jane’s unreal beauty to shame, but the way the woman between his thighs carried herself, the deep, devious glare in her gleaming green eyes. Most wouldn’t for a moment connect the seductress toying with his turgid shaft to the bundle of conflicted nerves Justain proved himself to be on prior occasions…but Reese, whether by some strange connection fostered to those whose minds he’d overwritten with his seed, or a twisted form of genuine care that tugged ever so slightly at the strings of the black-haired babe’s heartstrings (though not nearly enough to keep her from retaining the vicelike clench of her cushiony breasts) as he stroked a hand idly through her hair with a deep, sensuous little groan of his.

“Justain…” 

“That’s Justine for you mister. What…isn’t this what you wanted? Me, between your legs, with a nice, fat set of extra soft sow-tits to beat this bigggg…sᴄʜʀᴘᴘᴘᴘᴘ~ harddddd…ᴏᴜʜᴍɢɢʜʜʜʜʜ~ juicy fugghin’ cockslab of yours that turned me into all this cockhungry bitch in front of you? Stupid fucking peasant, working me up this bad and expecting me not to come back and show you…when Justine Chamberlain needs something, she gets it, no matter what a nasty little vagrant like you tries to turn me into some stupid, braindead bitch desperate for a shot of your nut? Well congratulations, you just doomed yourself to an eternity as my personal spunk-shooting aide, locked away in the Chamberlain manor at my disposal to feed on…whenever, wherever and however I want…THAT’S what you have to do for me if I beat you in our little duel, Hearkley, and I won’t hear another word of protest…” 

Justine laid out in a smug declaration with not the slightest room for contestion, smiling to herself as her lips smothered the sticky, fist-sized cocktip crowning that epic shaft, met with little more than a wide smile of acceptance back to him before he spoke his piece.

“Well now, Justine. I’m more than happy to oblige…but if that’s the case, I’m gonna have to change my end of the bargain too, won’t I?”