(A/N: Which character should get more focus next? I made a poll on my Patreon page and everyone can vote on it, feel free to join the fun)
After a few shaking here and some groaned there, they all woke up with tired faces, their bodies sticky with the drying fluids of the night.
"Great One!"
"Master!"
The goblins and Luna greeted Lyssandra, their voices thick with sleep and lingering devotion.
They noticed their evolution and their new bodies, marveling at the smooth pink skin and the statuesque curves that had replaced their previous forms.
Although the most surprising thing was that their dicks were still there, throbbing and heavy despite the hours of rest.
"I thought it was just a fever dream yesterday, that I could breed the Great One with my dick was just a dream," Helena muttered as she was still in a daze, looking at her own thick member in disbelief.
"Yeah, I thought the same, it was all because of Great One that we could become like this, thank you Great One," a futanari goblin - now a Bloom Mother said as she kowtowing down.
"Thank you Great One."
The others did the same, their foreheads low on the floor, their massive hips pressed against the stone as they bowed.
Lyssandra looked down at her loyal swarm, her heart swelling with pride and a strange sense of power.
"But Great One…"
a Bloom Mother said, raising the loin cloth she used to wear, which now was so small it barely fit her huge ass.
The others had the same problem, their huge tits straining against the thin fabric while their waists looked impossibly small compared to their new curves.
"Oh, my new cock couldn't go down, it was so embarrassing,"
Helena said, her pink cock sandwiched between her moderate boobs, twitching slightly with every movement.
"It suits you,"
Lyssandra replied, her eyes gleaming as she looked at the display of raw fertility before her.
"I will give you some clothes to cover your body, but about the penis, just keep it there. It will represent your fertility and your status in this tribe and as a symbol of being my subjects."
"Also, call me Mistress from now on,"
she commanded, her voice carrying a new weight of authority.
Lyssandra glanced at their alluring bodies, a hunger sparking in her gut as she fiddled with the system shop, looking for clothes that could fit them.
The interface flickered to life, blue panels glowing softly as she scrolled through the shop, searching for garments that could accommodate their massive new frames.
She tapped on a few options, her finger lingering on the 'Crafting' and 'Shop' tabs before settling on a few enchanted garments designed for larger busts and hips.
Then she found it, the perfect outfit for those Bloom Mothers' sexy bodies, making her own eyes darken with desire.
A form-fitting dark micro dress that barely covered their crotches, featuring long sleeves and a series of symmetrical cutouts along the front connected by metallic ring accents.
The silhouette hugged every inch of their flesh, emphasizing the dramatic swell of their hips and the weight of their breasts, while the high neckline and full-length design contrasted with the bold, vertical openings for a sleek, modern look.
A white chain bra set dangled precariously over their massive chests, barely covering the nipples, leaving the deep valleys of their cleavage exposed to the air.
Sexy white garter belts sat low on their thighs, the straps gripping the soft flesh as they held up sheer white stockings that shimmered in the dim light.
She added black strappy heels that would click rhythmically against the stone floor, accentuating the arch of their feet and the curve of their calves.
Lyssandra smiled as she confirmed the purchase, the items materializing in her inventory before she distributed them to her loyal subjects.
The Bloom Mothers gasped in unison as the clothes materialized around them, the fabric settling over their new forms like a second skin.
"This is still too embarrassing,"
Helena said, her dark eyes darting to the symmetrical cutouts along the front that revealed almost all of her front.
Her pink dick was almost naked to see, nestled between her breasts with the metallic rings framing the vein-thick shaft.
"I love those strapping things on my thighs, they are so comfortable,"
Naya said, tugging on the garter belt with a satisfied hum.
She ran her fingers over the sheer stockings, a jolt of pleasure running up her spine as the fabric brushed against her skin.
"Master, I want one too, please,"
Luna said, clinging to Lyssandra's arm and hugging it between her huge tits.
"You can just shapeshift into one, why don't you do it?"
Lyssandra asked as she grope Luna's blue cock with her other free hand, the cold slime feeling slick under her palm.
"I just want things from you, Master,"
Luna said sultrily, leaning in to kiss Lyssandra on her cock tip and lick the overflowing precum.
The sweet taste of the fluid coated Luna's tongue, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy at the intimate contact.
"Suit yourself,"
Lyssandra said with a smirk, pulling out another set of clothing for Luna from her inventory.
Luna immediately filled with happiness, her imagined tail wiggling as she quickly changed into the new set of sexy outfit.
All of them, after wearing the outfits, made their charm and sexiness rise to a new height, their massive phalluses almost displayed to everyone to see in front of their chests.
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In the vegetable field, many hobgoblins and swift goblins were working, their faces filled with sweat and joyous smiles as they plowed the earth or harvested.
"Another fruitful harvest! The new seeds Great One gave us have already bloomed into ripe fruit. What did she call those red fruits?"
a hobgoblin wearing a red loincloth asked his companion.
"That? Let me remember… I didn't pay much attention,"
another with a blue loincloth answered.
He closed his eyes to recall the name, but his mind was preoccupied with the image of Lyssandra's massive breasts, bouncing enticingly every time she breathed.
Suddenly, as if the memory finally surfaced, he blurted out,
"Oh, that is a tomato. It's quite sweet!"
"Whaff d'you shayy?"
the previous hobgoblin asked, his mouth full of the red, squishy fruit.
"Nevermind,"
the second one mumbled, turning back to his work.
They both resumed their farming, the red juice of the tomatoes staining their lips and chin.
A sudden commotion attracted their attention as a swift goblin hurried toward the blue-loincloth-wearing hobgoblin, nudging him teasingly.
"Hey, are those new girls here? Especially that one—she looks just like your old girlfriend, doesn't she?"
"What are you talking about? What girlfriend?"
the hobgoblin sneered, turning his head to look toward the row of sexy figures walking past the field.
"Damn, they look breedable as hell! And that girl… she really does look like the bitch you used to fuck the most, doesn't she?"
the hobgoblin in the red loincloth uttered, his crotch already straining against the fabric.
The blue-loincloth-wearing hobgoblin squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get a better look, when it finally dawned on him.
She was the one who had rejected him right outside the Great One's hut, but now she had completely changed.
Instead of the sickly green skin, she now possessed light pink skin and a singular white horn, her entire presence radiating an incredible sexiness.
"Oh shit, look at what is wedged between their tits! Is that a cock?"
the swift goblin stammered.
"That cock is huge! And every single one of them has one; even the shortest bitch has a bigger cock than I've ever seen!"
He paused, his eyes wide as he realized the scale of their anatomy.
"I mean, not the biggest—Great One's cock is still bigger—but damn!"
The blue-loincloth-wearing hobgoblin just stared at the row of women as they walked past, unable to utter a single word.
"Hey, you still there?"
his companion asked, shaking his shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here,"
he finally answered, his voice hollow.
"It was her, but that's in the past. Now she belongs to Great One."
He turned back to his work, but deep in his mind, a lustful fantasy was unfolding.
Ever since the Great One had delivered her speech regarding how male goblins should fuck one another, something deep within him had shifted.
It was an incomprehensible feeling, a desire he had never once harbored toward another male, yet now everything felt different.
Instead of the position where his small cock once thrust in and out of that woman, he imagined her pumping her massive cock into his own asshole and filled it with her white seed.
Just the mere thought of it sent a jolt of lust through him, making his crotch hard and causing precum to leak from his tip.
He quickly brushed the thought aside and focused intently on his labor.
"No, I can't think about that. Concentrate. I need to work," he thought, sweating profusely as he avoided Lyssandra's piercing gaze.