In his dreams, Alex was ravishing Amethyst's throat. He was vaguely aware that it wasn't real. He could sense the disconnect between his stirring body and his slumbering mind. While his imagined self held the slime tomboy's head, his real body was thrusting automatically. On both sides of the divide, he felt pleasure.
The reality of the warm body he was humping gradually pulled him out of the land of dreams and into his, somehow superior, reality. He was grinding against a soft ass, gliding back forth between the cheeks of a nice and round bubble butt. His cock prodded an entrance. The clenched texture made it clear it was the wrong one. Curiosity did not get the better of him. He did intend to train his women in anal eventually, if only to say he had claimed all their holes. Even half-asleep, he had the presence of mind not to start that training with a surprise penetration.
Lazily he grabbed his cock and angled it. His eyes were still closed, his mind still rising from the series of wet dreams. The little spoon in front of him must have had her own arousing fantasies, wet as she was. "Mhmmmaster…" Sofia cooed as he glided inside her. "Thank you… Alex… yes… make me your little breeding slave… parade me around, I don't mind… mhmehehehe… so what if all the CEOs see me crawling for you?"
The perverted mumbles mixed with her rising moans. They both rose gradually from their sleep, the shared pleasure making remaining unconscious impossible. Thrust for thrust, Alex got his heart to beat and his brain to banish the tiredness. Cry by Cry, Sofia grew louder, a long yawn interrupting the individual sighs.
Alex blinked to full awareness and stretched. A satisfying pop aligned something in his shoulders neatly. Immediately after that, he bent down to kiss the lips of the brunette cocksleeve. Sofia greeted him readily, her tongue surrendering to his conquest just as he brought her to the first orgasm of the day.
Their kiss broke as his pleasure spiked. The urges of his morning wood demanded release. He rolled on top of Sofia, pinning her face down and prone beneath him. "Ma-ah!-Ah!-AAH!-Ah!" Worshipping, choppy cries were pressed out of her lungs every time he hammered down on the back of her wide hips.
Smacking of skin on skin mingled with her voice to form the alarm that awakened the rest of the harem. "Blessed are we to see that first thing in the morning," Tess prayed - literally she put her hands together and rose into a kneeling posture, watching her Master leisurely plough Sofia. The initial observation swiftly changed into a hornier type of worship, her hands disappearing between her white thighs.
Alex paid no further mind to his surroundings for the moment. His thrusts accelerated, his voice came out in strained grunts, and Sofia screams echoed in the huge room. Finally, the contractions of her pussy became too much. "Bless me with your supreme seed, Master!" she managed a singular coherent sentence, before the flood of his cum silenced her entirely.
The asleep humping had smoothly turned into him dumping the first load of the day deep inside his willing cocksleeve. Writhing and twitching beneath him, Sofia took every drop like the sheathe she was - for him, anyway.
Alex let out his held breath in a relieved sigh, before pulling out of the now happily giggling brunette. "Blessed is she who receives the first load of the day," Tess moaned. In a few days time, that could become a mantra of the Cult. Given its basis, that was far from absurd. "You appear to glow, Sofia - and I mean that figuratively. Given the island, I need to add that."
"I feel so good," Sofia swooned. Once Alex was off her, she quickly stretched. "Better than ever, really."
"You look different… and yet not," Alex remarked.
"I feel different, yet not…" Shacking off the last of the post-coital sluggishness, Sofia rose to her feet. Following simple intuition, she stretched her hands out in front of her. Two swords manifested, instruments of grey metal with sharp edges. A flex of her will and a spark of supernatural light replaced them with a singular rapier, then it was replaced with an axe, then she was back to two swords. "Interesting…"
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"Oh, that's just great! You get to have a whole armory and I get to be small!"
Everyone turned to Kiara. What initially struck Alex as just her usual whining about having been turned from an already short woman into a dwarf turned out to be a warranted complaint by the orange-haired Irishwoman.
She was tiny now. Her head was about the height of his crotch. Though her head had lowered in height, her tits and ass looked to be almost untouched, resulting in a figure utterly dominated by her feminine goods.
"I guess it's not all bad," the former PR manager muttered, looking down at herself. Every little motion caused her melon-sized mounds to jiggle. When she bounced on the spot, testing the changes in balance her new proportions brought, her ass smacked against itself with as much attitude as fit on her smug, freckled face. "Guess I'll just mind control all of you with my shortstack assets. Do my bidding, minions!"
Kiara put a hand on her hips, cocked her head back, and adjusted the hat that suddenly appeared on her orange head. A big, green top hat with a silver sash tied around the cylindrical top and a big, four-leaved clover attached to its front.
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"Seriously, the Irish shortstack is a leprechaun?" Charlotte laughed. "How does it feel to be stereotyped by magic?"
"Like I am a living good luck charm with a huge hat and even bigger tits," Kiara shot back immediately. Despite her initial reaction, she seemed rather content with her new state of being. "By all means, mock me for being an adorable Irishgal with all the fortune of my people. Totally a stereotype I loathe to embody."
"I think…" Selana suddenly grabbed Kiara's tits from behind, squishing the enormous, pale mounds with her dark fingers. Every bit as sensitive as before, perhaps even more, the leprechaun moaned as she was felt up by her fellow member of the huge titty committee. "...that someone just worked out that she's now so small that she can be carried everywhere."
Alex visualized it for one second, then let out an agreeing: "Huh… I suppose she fits on one shoulder."
Janette squatted down next to him, studying the profile of his cock. As per usual, he was still hard. He just ignored the need for the moment. "Can you still carry her on this? Will it fit?"
"Of course, it'll… ah… fit!" Kiara exclaimed past the pre-orgasmic trembles. "What kind of magic would it be to make ssssshhortst-ah-ck that you can't fuck?"
"We'll test that later," Alex promised, his attention now claimed by the last of the women that seemed to have changed that morning. Niara had quietly walked to the middle of the room and now gestured at herself to give everyone the chance to take in the changes.
They were not quite as drastic as the ones to Kiara. Though it was difficult to compete with shrinking to standing blowjob size, Niara came close courtesy of the total inversion of her hair colour. What had been a cascade of black was now a grey-tinted white. The insides of her wolf ears sported light blue fur instead, almost matching the colour of the ethereally glowing markings on her ebony body. They had a tribal character, flowing lines with pointy cut-ins and protrusions forming simply patterns. Only the mark on her womb, integrated into her new aesthetic as seamlessly as she was integrated into his harem, was a more elaborate heart-shape.
The marks primarily covered the sides of her hips and thighs, with a moderate amount on the rest of her legs and just a few more on her upper body. Two rings around her upper arms, highlights on her collarbones, and a diamond-shaped mark on her forehead, that was the totality of them.
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Alex did one more scan of his women, assuring that no one else had changed overnight. Then, Janette casually wrapped her lips around his cock. The eager slurping was the beginning of the chain of events that occupied him for the next thirty-ish minutes. After that he bounced from bedroom to bathroom to breakfast. They disengaged from erotic activities as they ate, getting their bellies full.
The rumblings of a brewing storm vibrated faintly in the bark.
"Sounds like the weather will suck today," Astrid remarked.
"I enjoy the rain," Amethyst said, to no one's surprise.
Alex caught Kiara's gaze and gestured for her to come hither. Obediently, she did, staring at his unattended cock. "Someone needs to find out what shortstack pussy feels like," she smugly stated. "Hat on or hat off?"
"Hat off," Alex remarked drily. "I don't want it to bob against my chin."
"Suit yourself." A tap of the brim caused the lucky charm to disappear into whatever place all the magical items went. Climbing on top of his throne, Kiara straddled him. In all of her thickness, she struggled to do even that. She was tiny, probably a little less than 1,30 metres. At WELL over 2 metres, he was closer to double her size than her size and he was muscular too.
Kiara grabbed his cock and pressed it against her body. It was an absurd sight. Though Alex's height was borderline inhuman, his cock was 'merely' huge and certainly not some the kind of length that could be used as a murder weapon. Compared to Kiara's torso, however, it might as well have been.
The tip of his throbbing erection sat between the lower curves of her gently sagging mounds. From where her pussy hovered near his base,the length of his shaft covered the entirety of her midriff. A bit of concern rose within Alex, mixed entirely with excitement. Magic was at play. Porn logic could very well work. If this island had taught him anything than it was that intuition had power and Kiara's intuition made her bite her lower lip in anticipation.
Kiara could not raise her hips high enough to reach the tip of his cock, not while straddling him. Putting one foot up, she raised herself diagonally until he drooling pussy met his cock. Petals slick and swollen with arousal greeted him. The tiny woman's sex immediately pressed down.
The tightness was intense but not too much. Wet walls twitched all around him. They felt a bit odd and Alex quickly realized why that was. There were folds to her insides than any other woman he had been with before, notably more "Ooooh, that's gooooooood." It was neither groan nor a whisper, more of a dreamy sound of strain. "Fills me so completely."
At just past the halfway point, Alex felt what should have been the end of the journey. The love tunnel ended, her cervix greeting the top of his cock. Now, the pilot had not paid the closest of attentions during sex ed, but he knew well enough that, one, the cervix was not actually situated at the direct endpoint of the vaginal tunnel and, more importantly, he was absolutely certain that it should not be shoved deeper into a woman.
Yet, Kiara kept sliding downwards, howling as her pussy clenched and quivered all arouind him. Pussy juice squirted in intense waves as she made his cock lay claim to more and more of her insides. The obscene bulge went further up her midriff as her organs got rearranged to make room for it all. All she did in response was cum her brains out. Tongue lolling, eyes rolling, pussy wetting the seat, she was the picture of a well-fucked cumdump before she had even made the first bounce.
She was made for this. She was ecstatic about it. She was a shortstack cocksleeve with a pussy that begged to be stretched out. As her dense folds were pulled along her elongating depth, more sensitive nerve endings were exposed to erotic friction, previously hidden in the crevices between. The deeper he got, the better it felt for her and the act of having her flexible insides be forced to accommodate him was the greatest of them all.
Kiara's left foot slipped backwards. She was fully straddling him again, sitting down on his lap as she took the last few centimetres of his length into her. Lips twitched into a pervy smile as her cervix was pushed just a little bit deeper into her. Alex did not even try to work out how her insides must have looked at the moment. He was fucking a feisty Irish PR manager turned leprechaun in front of his harem of nubile, athletic tomboys.
There was no need to have the answers to some questions.
"Okay… oooooo—ooo-o-o-okkaaaaaaay," Kiara half-sung as her brain slowly restatrted. "Holy moley, I lost myself for a second there. Master, you are… good, it feels like my entire soul is filled with your COCK!" she shouted the last word just as she bounced on it for the first time. She utterly lacked the range of motion to get even close to the tip. The only way for her to get off his cock was to stand up entirely or get lifted off. "Master, I am so sensitive!" she continued to babble, audibly drunk on sex.
"Sounds like you came down a bit," he commented.
"That first penetration was something else… I wonder if it'll be like that every time you make my insides your personal sleeve." Kiara bounced again, moaning but also groaning in disappointment. "Are you just going to watch me or are you going to do the man thing and handle me already?"
There was only one response for such a bratty comment. Alex grabbed her by the waist. A chocked obscenity got stuck in Kiara's throat when his massive hands effortlessly encircled her waist. Never before had he been this able to actually use a woman as a cocksleeve.
Kiara's blue eyes snapped from his hands - or what little she could see of his hands past her gigantic tits - up to his face. "Do it." It was a plea, despite her choice of words. "Do it, Master. I'm not playing coy. I need to know what it feels like for you to utterly and mercilessly use me, for you to make me your relief toy before you pump me full of divine baby batter. Please, Master… you have to break me."
"Who am I to refuse such a polite request?" Alex asked aloud - and lifted her up.
It wasn't that she was light. Relative to her size, she was actually rather heavy. It seemed more than the texture of her folds had become denser. Regardless, he lifted her with his superhuman brawn. Then, he drove her back down, impaling her on his cock. The echoing clap made the other women moan.
"Mor-" Kiara started her plea, but he had already pulled back up halfway through. He slammed her back down. He pulled her back up. Over and over again, her pussy gushing, her voice rising back to the volume of that first penetration.
Then, he started to thrust up into her. The first one was an involuntary bucking of his hips, prompted by her tightness twitching all around him. Past that, he was just mesmerized by the power he had over this orgasming little toy. The rush of dominant glee that came over him as he manhandled the orange-haired cocksleeve fuelled a savage rush of motion.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The wet echoes overpowered the climactic moans of a harem that had broken out into a sapphic orgy, all of it dedicated to watching him remodel Kiara's insides. No matter how much he stretched her, she remained tight. No matter how often he battered her cervix, all she did was squirt.
Huge tits jiggled up and down, side to side, and in no particular direction at all. Alex was so taken by the need to fuck her that there was no stability to anything he was doing to her. Every thrust was a unique angle, making her hair fly and her eyes disappear behind her fluttering lids. One of his hands glided down, possessively squishing the obscene softness of her plump ass.
"FUCK!" he roared, his orgasm coming hard and sudden. Pinning her down, thrusting up into her, he was a bridge from his heels on the ground to his back against the throne. Kiara had no contact to anything besides his cock. She was a set of curves, sex soiling the place they were joined with spraying pussy juice. Her entire being tensed and released alongside the shaft pumping hot cum directly into her womb.
It was no metaphor. Alex could feel her cervix pressed against the tip of his cock, open slightly to receive every spurt directly into her. Every second proved that this body, this short and sinfully stacked body, was built even more for procreative sex than women already were. A biological size queen, a depraved brat, and an eager sex slave all rolled into one tiny, Irish package with attitude.
Alex was tempted to keep fucking her all morning, but there were other things he needed to take care off. He lifted Kiara off his cock. As a quick of her new anatomy, the trickle of cum that left her gaping hole was barely notable. It really did appear that she had it all gathered up in her womb.
It was unfortunate that the curse was still in effect.
The orgy died down as quickly as it had started. The tomboy returned to their seats along the long table. Kiara blinked a couple of times, managing to return to reality after drinking a cup of water.
The empty pillows around the throne awaited those that would accompany him that day.
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