Chapter 26 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: Fey and the band return to Bine. They split up as Ellaria goes to the AG and Fey returns to Rina’s mansion. At the mansion she is tied up and dragged away by a newly empowered Tami. The horny teenager, along with two of her friends, then get exactly what they want out of Fey, and then some.

Now, Chapter 26:

Lilly yawned and stretched her arms over her head, the sleeves of her oversized blouse falling down to her shoulders. She blinked some of the sleepy crust from her eyes and put her hand on her bedroom door ready to push it open

She paused as she heard a small out of place noise coming from outside the room, like the sound of fingers tapping on marble, except with a strange rhythm.

Puzzled, she eased the door open and leaned her head through. She was met with the sight of the hallway outside, just as grand and excessively large as the rest of the overly luxurious mansion. The strange noise was coming from the end of the hall and as she watched a small rat came scampering down the middle, right out in the open.

“Wow, for all these rich city slicker’s rich slickeryness they sure can't keep their house in order. At least we kept the rats out of our little inn,” she muttered darkly, still wiping sleep from her eyes.

She was about to turn away from the rat and hunt down some breakfast when the rat suddenly squeaked and fled as behind it a horse came charging around the corner. It took Lily a moment to realise that it was in fact a horse as she struggled to process quite what she was looking at, mostly because the horse was miniscule, and strangely rounded, cute even. The horse raced toward the squawking panicking rat and behind the horse came a stampede.

Lily’s jaw flopped open as a horde of miniature horses charged into the hall, at their head two mini white horses, and atop those horses were two miniature black-furred minotaurs. The minotaurs roared their charge, which came out as a high pitched scream, and the horde of more than fifty horses raced by, storming down the marble hall in a clatter of tiny hooves, chasing down their quarry, the unfortunate rat.

Lily lifted her hands to her face and rubbed the heels of her hands into her eyes. When she removed them she found the insane scene still there. It wasn't a dream.

“Wh-what the heck is going on?”

Not quite sure what she was doing she turned and followed the stampeding horde. The horde raced down the hall, left, right, navigating the mansion, until Lily was hopelessly lost. Then they burst out from a pair of double doors, out into the morning sun, their hooves going from ticker tackering against marble to soft grass and earth.

Then there came a voice from ahead and the horde immediately scattered, diving beneath the nearest hedges or bushes. Just in time as quickly moving feet came into view, a pair of the mansion’s servants carrying a stretcher between them. Lily was forced to scuttle out of the way as they rushed past and she had a clear view of who was lying on the stretcher. It was Tami's father, his voluminous moustache twitching, his eyes wide and unseeing with a thousand yard stare, like he had seen some great trauma. His voice rose as he passed and Lily caught some of the words.

“So big, how can she be- she the size of-, it doesn't make sense, sweet little Tami-”

Then he was gone and Lily was alone once more.

“Why do I feel like I know exactly what I'm about to find,” she whispered. “Fey…”

She drew in a steadying breath and straightened her back, she had to see if her friend was okay. She marched onward.

She soon came to the scene of the crime? event? natural disaster? An enormous three-storey stable about which half a hundred servants were freaking out.

It wasn't hard to guess what had riled them up. Several of the stables doors and windows had been pushed open and a smooth clean bulge of belly was pushing free from each.

Amazed, lily approached around the side, sneaking around the servants, and placed a small hand upon one of the domes of skin poking through a pair of double doors. It was very very hot to the touch, Lily could practically feel the heat of the vast quantities of horse cum radiating through the taut skin.

“What the heck Fey! How much did you cum in this girl…!”

“It’s her own fault, Fey I mean. She didn't want to do it for a full day and look where it led,” came a voice.

Lily looked up to find Flora floating distantly above. She was larger than she had been, even more pregnant looking. She was moving her hands in the air, making shapes with her fingers, gesturing at something out of view.

“I’m not sure Fey would have wanted this Flora... well, maybe. How bad was she? I didn't see her when we got back from the AG.”

“She disappeared on us, I thought she’d just gone to bed, then one of the servants found, er, this, that is, Tami, this morning.”

“I- uhm, m-meant her balls.”

“Oh right. They were enormous, but after this they should for sure be back to normal. One sec.”

Flora furrowed her brow and turned her palms to the sky, then she began to lift. Tiles shredded away from the stable rooftop in a stream along with spars and beams of wood. Long blonde hair appeared amongst the tiles and then a confused sleepy face.

“F-Flora? Is that you? Where am I?”

“You’re sticking out a roof Fey because you’ve filled the teenage daughter of our benefactor with a frankly incredible amount of cum.”

“...I did?”

Fey blinked and looked down to find she was perched atop a vast dome of skin that gradually curved down disappearing into the darkness. It took her a moment for the memory of what happened to return. Tami accosting her, making her absorb over fifty stallions, then having her cum in her teenage friends and then Tami herself. The lustful teenager had gotten what she wanted, to become even more filled and stuffed full with horse cum, and was the size of a three storey barn, filling a large part of the large stable, her body weight now mostly made up of semen.

Fey couldn't even imagine just how pregnant the teenager was, all she knew was that Tami was going to be very very very pregnant.

She jumped as Flora’s power took hold of her and she began to slowly rise into the air.

Of course she was still sheathed deep inside of the teenager, and her now three and a half foot long horse dick was resistant to being freed. She let out a low groan and bit down on her lip as her length slowly slid up the teenager’s pussy, every rouch bump and vein of her dick tugging at the teenager’s stretched out silky insides, which were pulling back at her, desperately trying to keep her inside.

Her hooves pawed at the air as the last few inches met the entrance, slowed, and slipped free in a rush, Tami’s puss lurching back as it released her. With her freeing came a full on torrent of cum, a burbling spray that washed down over the dome of her belly and splattered against Feys hooves in a hose of white. As the stream died, and her womb managed to close off, her pussy was left gaped wide, pathetically clutching at the air for something that was no longer there, deprived of what it needily desired.

Tami herself barely made a sound, just a soft whispered moan as she was still very much unconscious. She remained motionless, her hair splayed out over her belly, her breasts pushed up by how she lay atop her enormity, a line of drool running from her lip.

Fey looked down at her with a frown. She couldn't say she felt even the slightest bit of sympathy for the teenager’s current trapped predicament, not after she’d made her absorb those stallions, and tied her up, and made her do her friends...

Admittedly the relief had been good and needed, but still! She had every right to be mad at the teenager…

Flora had turned away as soon as she was pulled free and was drifting groundward along with the centaur floating along behind. Fey came down with a thump, her new size and weight making her hooves impact the ground with an impressive sound.

“It’s a good thing Tami’s father doesn't know what you did, I think he might actually physically explode if he saw thi-...”

Flora’s words died on her lips as she turned to Fey and took her in, now grounded and comparable to Lily.

“Are you… are you bigger?”

Lily stared up at Fey who now towered over the otterkin. “W-way bigger, and h-her th-thing!”

Flora drifted downward as Fey swayed and stumbled, struggling to get used to her new size. Her eyes went very round as they alighted on the throbbing length below Fey’s barrel and then even rounder as she passed behind and found Fey’s balls.

“Hey hey hey, you just turned that spoilt brat teenager into a barn sized lake of cum, why the fuck are your balls even bigger than before Fey?!”

Fey shifted her back legs nervously, the massive weight of her balls rolling from leg to leg. It was true, what she had done to Tami hadn't changed her situation in the slightest, in fact her balls were even bigger now, much much larger than watermelons and just as taut and over full, verging on painful, so stuffed full that they had zero give, pressing heavily down on her thighs, her tail hanging limply over top of them in an arcing curve.

“Uh-uhm it’s like b-before, when it gets this bad it doesn't matter how much I erm, c-cum, it just keeps getting worse! That is… that is if it doesn't feel that way when I do it, if it feels a certain way then they go back to normal… but I don't know how to find that!” Fey whimpered and trotted nervously on the spot.

Flora squinted at her. “Are you saying we don't feel goo-”

“No! It’s just- It’s just something different! Oh gods I can feel them straining larger! They're gonna burst! Wh-where's Ella? She’ll know what to do!”

“Ella isn't here, she went to the adventurer’s school to lecture some poor sap students.”

“Sh-she did?!”

“Yup. Don't worry though, I’ve already thought of something that should help.”

----

Ellaria shifted her hips and pulled the pencil skirt down a touch with a grimace.

“That damned tailor, bastard knew exactly what he was doing,” she muttered darkly.

She paused however catching sight of herself in the hallway mirror. She couldn't help it, a small smile tugged at the corner of her lip. She looked good, more than good. She’d visited the tailor who had contacted her, Harry he called himself, and found him halfway through making a dress. Obviously she had been correct about the tailor wanting to use her as a form of business promotion, it was just, well, a dress wasn't very useful for adventuring. She couldn't even imagine herself storming a dungeon wearing a full-on dress. No, that wasn't reasonable, and the tailor didn't seem to understand. After a short argument, which Ellaria ended by igniting a few fireballs, the tailor had agreed to make something a bit more practical. Too short notice for anything adventurer related, that would require enchanting, but something for her lecture? Once she explained what she needed the tailor had immediately jumped on the idea... perhaps a little too enthusiastically.

The result had been a trim black pencil skirt that reached half way down her thigh, far too short in her opinion, but manageable. That was matched by a pair of tall black heels which added a few notches to her intimidating appearance, she very much approved of that part. Lastly was an extremely well fitted blouse, which her fiery red hair spilled over.

She adjusted her collar in the hall mirror and nodded. She was ready. It was time to teach.

She turned and strode through the door, a few books on adventuring held closely under arm.

The lecture theatre which had been filled with the hubbub of students chattering died to a standstill as she entered and a hundred pairs of eyes snapped on to her, looks of boggley eyed shock, or jaws flapping open passing across most faces.

Hmm. She hadn't been quite prepared for so many students. She supposed that the school must be having more difficulty finding lecturers than she had realised. No matter.

She stepped up to the main desk and slapped her books down on the hard surface with a crack. The students flinched back in surprise.

“From what I understand your education as of late has been wanting, not your fault I realise, most schools do not expect to have their lecturers stolen away by a greedy dragoness. Nevertheless you will find I will not be holding back, or holding your hand, in teaching you on the subject of adventuring. Adventuring is not a vocation to be taken lightly, death is a sword hung by a thread above every adventurer’s head, for every time one leaves on a job one does not know for certain whether they will be coming back alive, thus it is essential that every iota of knowledge that can potentially save your life is crammed inside of your dense little heads before you leave the safety of this school. Do I make myself clear?”

The students didn't seem any less flabbergasted, perhaps more so, and were staring at her wide eyed. At last a lupine girl with blonde fur and a pierced ear, one of a cluster of lupine girls in the front of the rows of students, slowly lifted a wavering paw up into the air, her lip trembling.

Ellaria’s eyes moved to her and she squeaked and quickly huddled down in her chair, her shoulders hunched.

“Yes?”

“D-do w-we address y-you as y-your L-Lady or y-your H-Highness?”

Ellaria let out a sigh. Apparently this was going to be a theme with her perfected elven appearance.

She snatched up a chalk and advanced on the huge black slate at the back of the room. With a deft tack ticker tat of chalk on slate she wrote her name in curlicue elegant script ending with a flourish.

Then she rapped the chalk on the slate to get the students’ attention, not that it was necessary, they couldn't take their eyes off of her, and were glued to every motion she made, utterly hypnotized.

“The name you shall address me by is Miss Ellaria De’loquint. Do not disrespect me and we shall get on most swimmingly.”

The students looked actively horrified at the mere suggestion of disrespecting her.

She nodded her approval. This was just like back in the day when she lectured, before she formed Magic Mog, albeit with a slightly more intimidated student body, okay a lot more intimidated. Didn't matter, she was here to do a job and ensure that the latest flock of naive idiot adventurers didn't get themselves ninety nine percent slaughtered as soon as they entered their first dungeon.

“First I will go into the not so common rules of adventuring, the ones that aren't spoken enough of and really should be, the ones that-”

She paused and rocked her hips side to side. There was a strange out of place pressure coming from her lace panties. What in the hell?

--

“I’m really not sure about this!” whisper hissed Lily, desperately clutching at the doll.”I’m starting to think this might be the worst idea ever! Like ever ever!”

“Nonsense,” said Flora, “Fey is in trouble, her life is in danger, what if her balls get too full and explode Lily? What then? Are you going to be responsible for our friend’s exploded balls? It will be your fault of course, since you chose not to act when it would have been so easy to save your friends balls from exploding.”

“I- wha- NO! It’s not my f-fault! I mean it wouldn't be my fault! I- I- Oh gods this is a lot of pressure to be under, I don't know what to do!”

“Pressure just like our friend's balls Lily. It’s simple, you rescue our friend's balls from exploding and potentially killing our friend, you wouldn't want Fey to die would you?”

“Never! B-but Flora- I c-can’t, this is- It’s- Isn’t there another way!?”

“You’d never be able to milk her ever again, you can’t milk exploded balls Lily, that’s just a fact.”

“...”

“Just trust me, It’s a make or break situation Lils, nothing else will work. This is the big girl decision making of a real adventurer, to save a comrade when they are in need, just like Fey would heal someone when they are injured, just like she healed you after you journeyed through the forest with Kayla. You’d be a hero.”

Lily gave her a dismayed look and then buried her face in the doll's hair and made what sounded like a muffled scream. After a moment she brought her head up.

“Fine. I’ll do it, I’ll do it for Fey.”

A big shit eating grin spread across Flora’s face. “Excellent.”

“What...what is it you want me to do exactly?”

“The doll is disconnected as I asked yes?”

“Yes, it’s just a doll right now, no connection to anyone at all.”

Lily held up the red headed doll with two toned gems for eyes, beautiful. The doll of Ellaria.

“Okay, well now we’re going to make some quick modifications, it won't be much use as is it is, it has no pussy.”

Flora stuck her index finger in the air and a large purple rubber cock sleeve drifted into the air. Lily looked up at it in shock.

“Is- Is that-”

“Yes, a cock sleeve, I bought it along with all the other rubber things, beads, dildos, cond-”

“But that's not going to work!”

“Yes, it is, all we need is some needle and thread and just like the centaur-doll dildo it will function, function exactly as needed.”

Lily looked down at the doll in dismay, she would have to modify this masterpiece of craftsmanship?

“It’s her life on the line Lily, now are you with me or not?”

After a moment of lip trembling Lily felt a sense of determination rising in her. She steadied herself and drew in a breath. Then she flipped a tin of sewing equipment from her pocket into the air, caught it on two fingers where it spun, then flipped it over and palmed it. She gave Flora a resolute nod.

Flora grinned.

“What is that? What are you doing?” asked Fey trotting over.

Flora quickly drifted herself across, hiding the otterkin girl behind her pregnancy.

“Oh this?” she said, rotating the cock sleeve in the air, “This is for you. You said you were desperate right? That it needed to feel a certain way to stop endlessly getting larger right?”

“Yes? But I’ve only had that happen once, in that whorehouse with a catkin, I think she was part succubus, that, uhm, I think is why it worked honestly, at least, she felt different. But I don't know how I’m just going to be able to find someone like that on the spot right now! People don't exactly advertise being part succubus Flo!”

“Oh then that’s perfect, this cocksleeve was modeled after a succubus, it will feel just as good as the real thing I promise. You’ll cum in it and then your balls will stop growing larger, it will be easy peasy.”

Fey blinked at the cocksleeve in surprise. “That’s… awfully convenient… are you sure?”

“Absolutely, it’s a perfect copy, it will make you feel amazing, I promise.”

She stuck her head over her shoulder and whispered furiously at Lily. “You can make the feeling go both ways right?”

Lily blinked up at her. “Uh yes?”

“Good, do it.”

She turned back to Fey.

“Now Fey, just get into position like so…” she gestured at a couch that she had dragged into the centre of the bedroom they were currently in. Flora had intended to do what they were about to do anywhere, but seeing how the servants were currently still losing their collective shit over Tami she had decided it a wiser move to find an out of the way bedroom with a lock.

Fey looked skeptically at the couch, but after a moment she reared up and rested her front hooves across the back of it. The couch let out a groan at the heavy weight of her and it visibly dipped in the middle, Fey went a little pink with embarrassment at that and did her best to pretend the couch had made no sound at all.

“Perfect Fey, now this won't take long and soon your testicles won't be so painfully full.”

“J-just hurry! I can feel them swelling larger!”

Flora glanced at her rear and to amazement found she was right, she could actively see them very slowly creeping down her back legs, nearing twice the size of watermelons, simply gargantuan, pulsing with vascularity, massively swollen and churning with seed ready to be pumped into some wailing happy girl.

Flora swallowed. Okay, now she was having second thoughts, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Fey and her- but no, she’d made a promise to herself to make Flora and Ellaria do it on their way to Bine and this was the most convenient opportunity she’d had so far. It would be selfish of her to take this from Fey and Ellaria, and besides, Fey was right in that it took something special to stop her balls from growing ever larger, in her mind that something was for sure going to be found like this, she was quite aware of how Ellaria had changed after what Fey had done to her with her limit break.

Out of view of Fey’s line of sight Lily quickly finished unstitching the doll and Flora tossed her the cock sleeve. She caught it deftly and swifty stuffed it up inside, the capped end of the cock sleeve sticking out from a gap she had unstitched in the doll's belly. With a few quick motions she sewed it back up, zipping the cock sleeve into place. The doll now had a rubber pussy between its legs.

Flora smiled sweetly and the doll was snatched from her hands just as she activated the link.

The gnome flipped the doll over and shoved it beneath Fey’s barrel, positioning it so it was directly over the tip of Fey’s three and a half foot of twitching throbbing horse dick.

Then she pressed the rubber pussy of the doll against the broad flat head.

--

Ellaria shifted her hips uncomfortably. The weird pressure wasn't going away and it was starting to get quite distracting. She shifted her hips side to side trying to get it to stop, but it strangely persisted.

“As you may know the adventuring life has an unusually high mortality rate when compared to other professions. The most common cause of said mortality is simply a lack of knowledge, not knowing the details of the monster you are hunting, or whether the local flora, ahem, is poisonous to eat or not, or even whether the area is a hotbed for undead etcetera etcetera. Study and research is the most powerful weapon in an adventurer’s arsen-ALL!”

She gasped out the last words as the pressure suddenly massively increased and she realised it was somehow coming from inside her panties. Ellaria tottered forward on her high heels and grasped at the desk with both hands.

She glanced up at the class to find them looking at her with concern.

No, she would not be turned away, she would not show a crack in her professionalism as a lecturer. Not happening.

Gritting her teeth she pushed on.

“But study and research are not enough on their own, reason is what makes use of knowledge, careful reasoning can be a sufficient replacement for exper-I-ence! At T-I-mes!” she got out, her voice peaking as the pressure thrust up against her muff squashing her clitoral hood.

“Hnn! In fact go-ood reasoning can be b-better as gain-ing experience comes wit ha c-cost! N-now can anyone t-tell me why it is a bad i-idea for a group of sword w-wileders to take on a giant s-slime monster-iEEE!”

She shivered and leaned to the side, near losing her balance and edging around the table, high heels clack clacking against the ground.

A hesitant paw lifted into the air, the same blonde lupine girl as before.

“M-miss Ellaria, uhm, are you okay?”

“Yes! Yes, everything is quite alrigheEEEEE!”

The pressure peaked and with a rush something massive penetrated her, not even moving her panties, just ignoring them. The sensation hit Ellaria like a blunt instrument and she stiffened up, her toes curling hard as her eyelids fluttered, the sound of liquid hitting fabric and then falling to the floor awkwardly filled the air for a moment as she came. Her hand drifted across her midriff and she felt something that wasn't supposed to be there, a familiar something. Her eyes snapped down to find a certain bulge tenting out her blouse, the outline of a horse cock made visible.

“F-Fey?” she whispered in disbelief, then realising that her tented out belly was completely visible to the students’ eyes she leaned awkwardly over the desk trying to hide it. Unfortunately, the attempt was mostly unsuccessful as a hundred pairs of eyes stared directly at the elf’s belly.

Ellaria desperately tried to collect herself as scalding hot pussy nectar rolled in clear lines down her inner thighs, down past her knees, then over her feet, to slip between her toes, all as the constant pitter patter of fluid dripped from her short pencil skirt which had a slightly darker stain upon the front where she had squirted.

--

The purple rubber was stretched incredibly tightly and so snugly fit over the tip of Fey’s dick, that the rubber was near transparent and each nodule and ridge showed through the surface.

Fey let out a long low whine, her back hooves shifting and trotting, a shiver rolling up her spines as her extremely rigid and stiff dick bobbed and wove in the air.

“Oh g-gods, wh-what is this! It feels fucking INCREDIBLE!” she shrieked, her eyes rolling up as drool fell from her lip. She couldn’t handle this, this was something else entirely, like nothing she had ever felt before.

“Hmm? Oh it’s just the cocksleeve. Like I said, it’s a special cocksleeve that’s designed to feel, uh, extra good, modeled after a succubus, or something,” said Flora drifting around and examining Fey’s enormous length. With each stiff buck of Fey’s cock the doll shifted, dangling around the rubber cock sleeve.

“HRNnnGGFFHH!” groaned out Fey, her hands moving to her chest where she mauled at her breasts through her still barely held together blouse, with every rough squeeze of her nipples her vast cleavage nearly spilled free. “It feels too good Flora! What did you doooo!”

Flora scratched her cheek and muttered under her breath, “I guess the perfection really did affect her whole body.” She watched Fey’s rigidness suddenly spray a cup of precum, then another and another, until with every rigid bob a pint of precum was spraying up into the Ellaria doll.

She blinked in surprise as the precum instead of inflating the enclosed tip of the cocksleeve simply vanished.

--

Ellaria’s tented out tummy was slowly becoming more rounded as cup after cup of precum sprayed up into her, dousing her insides with the naked heat of a horse's output. She gave up trying to hide her bulging shifting blouse and stumbled back to the blackboard, tottering around on her high heels which tap tapped on the ground as she wobbled, her hips unconsciously grinding down into the thrusting dick pushing her belly out by about a hand span with each motion.

“K-kobolds for example are a race determined by their avarice for both meat and gold, a s-smart adventureR! Can take advantaahhgee! Of this by building a t-trap, and filling it with e-either of the t-two, this is a r-recommended way for b-beginners to level up and b-become s-significantly less vulnerable- oh g-gods it’s c-coming out- hnnnn!”

The sound of fluid hitting the ground filled the air once again, but this time in much greater quantities as the pressure dragged down allowing enough space for it to slip free from her tightly clutching pussy. A waterfall of precum fell from her snatch and the students had a full view of several cups worth of clear fluid falling from beneath Ellaria’s black pencil skirt to splash on the marble below, quickly creating a growing puddle that spread across the marble floor for half a dozen feet, then more, a dozen feet, spreading until it was washing around her lecturing desk and spilling up against the feet of the students in the front row causing them to lift their feet or pull them back in confusion as they became wetted.

The student body had begun to mutter and whisper as this went on, their lecturer becoming more and more off-kilter, more and more breathy and red-faced.

The blonde furred lupine girl who had raised her paw before once more raised her paw.

“Uhm, M-miss Ellaria De-De’loquint is p-peeing yourself p-part of being and adventur- adventur- ad-...”

She paused however as a strange scent washed over her, raw precum produced hyper virile pheromones hitting her nose like a solid iron sledge hammer. She rocked backwards as the smell filled her lungs, her body instantly flushing with a powerful heat that surged down to

her loins and produced an intolerable itchy need, a need that desperately needed to be scratched. She openly shuddered and fluid burbled and sprung from her panties as she squirmed her hips down onto her chair, quickly flooding her clothing, her juices pooling on the seat and then dripping down to the floor below.

She looked around wide eyed as a chorus of moans and gasps rose from the female lupine at the front of the class, the front row becoming a moaning squirming mess as all of the girls went into a state of advanced heat at the same time. One of the girls had even shoved her paw down her shorts and was openly masturbating, quickly jerking her paw up and down in full view of everyone, slutty moans slipping from her lips with every motion.

The boys who had been staring wide eyed at the jerking twitching elf shifted their gaze to their female classmates and became significantly more wide eyed.

The blonde raised her hand fell against the nearest male minotaur, one wearing a pair of spectacles perched on his nose. He stared down at her in shock as she padded and grasped at his clothing in desperation, panting and gasping, her tongue lolling from her mouth.

“F-fuck me, please!”

--

“F-flora! More, put it on more! I’m begging you!”

Flora looked down at the cock sleeve with not a little concern. It was about half way to Fey’s medial ring and was already massively overfull. It had never been designed to stretch this far. Well, there wasn’t much point in holding back, she was doing it for a promise after all, hopefully Fey’s ability would have some effect on the rubber substance.

She used her power and grabbed hold of the purple rubber, and then she dragged it back, hauling it along the centaur’s vast length, the rubber stretching longer and longer sheathing the horse dick in purple, the rubber cap sticking from the doll’s abdomen bulging outward as the doll rolled back along the length until it slammed up against the medial ring.

Flora hoped Ellaria was appreciating her efforts.

--

The lupine leapt on top of the minotaur, riding him on to the desk, her paws desperately ripping at his clothing, tearing and pulling until his shirt tore open in a shower of buttons. She didn't stop and her paws descended to his shorts where she shredded them apart even as her own shorts became drenched through with need, the ever growing miasma radiating from the elf growing the bonfire in her loins. She quickly found the minotaur’s already hard length, a respectable twelve inches and plugged her mouth with it, moaning into it as she dipped her digits into her soaking snatch, trying to fit as many as possible.

Ellaria gasped and looked down in dismay as her blouse suddenly tented out more than ever, the cloth stretching over her belly bulge, her skin visible between pinned buttons, her belly button just beginning to shift, then suddenly popping into an outie as the sheer pressure inside of her pushed it outward.

She let out an unfortunate squeak as it popped and slapped her hands over her mouth even as she stumbled toward her desk, sloppy waterfalls of precum splashing from beneath her pencil skirt with each high heel tottering step. She fell across the desk, resting atop the shape in her belly even as her heels danced and kicked at the floor, straining as her spine arched, a lush moan escaping her lips.

“And s-so as y-you c-can s-see, the o-optimal way t-to escape th-the b-beginner a-adventuerer’s m-mortalitEEE t-trap! Is- Oh, oh no, it’s-”

She let out a very unladylike wail as the buttons on her blouse started to fail, her tented out belly becoming more and more visible.

She grabbed at her tented stomach, fingernails digging in as she looked over the class in dismay. A chorus of screams and moans and wails was rising from the chaotic mass of bodies as girls jumped the nearest guys and bounced up and down on them, or made them bend them over tables and rut them silly, the floor becoming damp with their sprinkling juices as they were pounded, the air becoming significantly more heated.

--

“Give it to me I demand you give it to me Flora. Give me it all, stretch the sleeve over me, I want to feel it all!” roared Fey as she desperately thrust her hips at the air sending the Ellaria doll flailing and bouncing on her bucking cock.

“I can't get it to go any further Fey, it’s not moving anymore!”

“Bullshit!” roared back Fey. She snarled and thrust forward, desperately trying to get more of herself in the overtaxed rubber. Unfortunately, all she accomplished was for the couch she had her front legs rested upon to let out a shriek of failing wood before it collapsed in a heap.

“Nonono!” she cried out, desperation filling her voice, she was addicted to the feeling on her length, it was indescribable! Perfect! Like it was made for her! Just the touch made her skin tingle and spark and everytime it moved it felt like being caressed by angelic lightning endlessly pulling and tugging her toward a monumental peak.

Desperate to bury herself deeper she stormed toward the foot of the bed and climbed half atop it, then angling her hips she drove dick between the beam and the foot board below it, roughly shoving her dick in the gap. The wood squeaked and groaned, straining under the pressure, but she was able to push between, the wood clamping down on her, the rubber trapped and caught on the wood.

With a roar of triumph she roughly thrust forward and her medial ring tore past the wood, the rubber dragged down her length, slipping over her ring and halfway to the base.

--

Ellaria screamed and fell fully across the desk as her blouse burst open and her belly bulged up between her breasts. She thrashed atop the desk, her heels clattering noisily against the rim as her belly fell back and surged up once more, thrusting up into her.

Desperate to get more of Fey inside of her she tried to splay her legs wide but was stopped by the pencil skirt. Frantic, she grabbed hold of the soaked through cloth and dragged it up her thighs, pulling it up to her hips, fully exposing her pussy to the entire class. Or at least that would be the case normally, as it was she was more exposing the inside of her massively gaped cunt, an invisible shape stretching her in the extreme, her pussy yawning wide, her panties a slim piece of lacey cloth that stretched in a bridge over the cavernous emptiness, a thigh thick tunnel that stretched up inside of her. Her walls visibly quivered as they clutched at the invisible length, the ring of her cervix a tight O shape and the walls of her womb visible through the precum filling.

A hundred pairs of eyes stared at the elegant elf as she rolled back and did the splits on the desk, her high heels spread wide, her skirt hiked up, her pussy gaped shockingly wide, an invisible shape plunging in and out of her as her voice rose ever higher, “And that- is whyAAIIE!! You c-caaaIIIEN! HNNGAWWD!!! B-beaaat K-ko-bobolds iiinNEEE!!” still valiantly trying to give her lecture as the class descended into chaos, the air filled with wailing creaming squirting girls and grunting guys as a massive orgy took place led by the spectacularly beautiful and currently obscenely stretched out elf, her pink gaped out insides visible to all.

--

“HNNNN! It feels so! So!”

Fey groaned and her hips thrust up into the bed once, twice, three times, then her entire body stiffened up and her vast rounded taut balls, heaved upwards, a pair of testacles near the size of two watermelons each painfully slamming into her rear, pushing her tail up as it lay arced over the top.

Pressure exploded up her length, an immense amount of cum that strained her length making it girthier as it surged from her balls. The cum roared to the tip and then instead of shredding the cock sleeve apart it simply vanished, her immensity bobbing and weaving like it was spraying hard, but nothing actually came out.

--

“HNGH! Hah! HNNYAAAAA!!!!” screamed Ellaria, throwing her head back as her mouth opened wide in a wailing scream. Her split thighs shook and her high heels clattered on the wood as she felt the invisible dick grow even larger inside of her, heat rushing up its length before a torrent of warmth exploded deep inside her most sacred place a flood of boiling hot seed that instantly filled her womb to capacity, stretching and growing it outward, ballooning her belly up between between her breasts before flowing down and creating a pseudo cum pregnancy, her tummy becoming a dome that swiftly swelled larger, each pumping throbbing surge spraying more and more into her womb with every passing second, her belly billowing outward as vast quantities of cum were forced inside of her, her pussy quivering around it in such a way that it only drove it to cum all the harder, every motion perfect, every pressure perfection, extracting more and more and more from the invisible length, pumping and sucking and slurping on it until it could pump no faster.

Ellaria’s belly rapidly spilled over her sides and rolled across the desk, five foot across, then ten foot across until the vast dome of cum was rolling over the edges of the desk, growing larger in bursts each time the invisible length ejaculated inside of her. She was soon buried beneath the dome of her own stomach, her tummy rolling over her thighs and legs and chest and face in its conquering expansion. Then with a crunch the desk collapsed, she threw her head back and screamed as she was filled to her limit and then over, more and more and more, she couldn't take anymore!

But her belly continued to grow.

It wasn't long before the massive orgy was face to face with a vast cum tummy that was rapidly swelling larger. Some of the guys still had enough sense about them to recognise the danger, but the girls prevented their escape, throwing themselves on them and dragging them down as the enormous cum belly rolled outward, growing larger and larger and larger until it was touching up against the students’ desks then up over them, row after row buried beneath her belly, an elf’s muffled screams of pleasure below it all.

Soon Ellaria’s enormity was touching up against the ceiling three storeys above, and then it had filled the room, going from wall to wall, ceiling to floor, still growing and filling in the corners, more and more cum surging into her groaning overstretched belly.

And then with one last thrusted spray and an one last surge of growth that made the walls groan under the pressure it was done.

What had been a hall full of students was now an elf’s belly, the faint sounds of a still enthusiastic orgy drifting up from beneath.

Ellaria groaned up into herself. She could feel the students moving, their body’s bucking up against her belly, eagerly fucking each other senseless.

This wasn't how she had expected her first lecture to go.

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Several hours later and a no longer extremely cum filled Ellaria stormed into the mansion like she was riding demon thunderheads, a dark look on her face.

This was spoiled slightly because each time her high heels struck the marble her toes squished with the precum still filling her shoes, nor did it help that a slurry of cum slid down her inner thighs with every other step, her pussy still partially gaped by being so over taxed and continually leaking the  small amount of remaining cum, a steady pitter patter of white spots left in her wake.

She had been fortunate that the adventurers school happened to have a few people around with Classes and abilities that made draining her relatively easy, if an experience in and of itself. The faculty had of course been beyond absolutely furious, and told her she was fired and should never ever come back. But then the students who were still very sweaty and red faced from their impromptu orgy had thrown a full scale rebellion, demanding she come back and teach as soon as possible. She’d left as magic and weapons were starting to be drawn, the students outnumbering the reduced in number faculty, thanks to Alexandria, more than twenty times over. It hadn't been looking good for the teachers.

She spotted motion out of the corner of her eye and came to a halt, back tracking a bit until the open door of a room came into view. Fey and Flora were inside, talking. Somehow Fey was larger than she had ever been, no wonder that had felt so, so… She noted that Fey’s balls were back to a more normal size and no longer quite so huge, although still significantly larger in their normal state than they had ever been before.

Fey... How could she, it was supposed to be-

But then her eyes landed on a certain red headed doll that was floating behind Flora’s back, clearly being hidden from view from Fey. As she watched a torn and broken rubber cocksleeve was pulled from the doll and the doll was sneakily stuffed out of sight beneath the pillows of a couch as Flora distracted the centaur.

Flora then showed the doll-free cocksleeve to Fey who looked unhappy.

“And the magic succubus cocksleeve is- is broken? B-but I’ve never felt anything like that before! Flora you absolutely need to get another one, it was like nothing else! You don't understand! It’s the most beautifully wonderful thing I’ve ever felt!”

“Hmm, I’ll look into it, these don't come along every day you know.”

Ellaria narrowed her eyes. Of course. Flora. That goddamn insubordinate gnome. Fey had no idea what so ever that she had just had remote sex with her, no idea that she had just filled her to the size of a lecture theatre with cum. No idea that she had missed out on having a more personal first experience with her. Ellaria snarled, she was going to make that gnome suffer. And now she would have to make up for Fey missing out on a proper first time. She clenched her fist and brought it to her face.

“I promise you Fey, when we do it for real I’m going to drain you more than anything, I’m going to have you fill me bigger than anything, until I am more you than me.”

Fey suddenly trotted toward the door and Ellaria drew back out of view. The centaur stepped by, the elf’s eyes lingering on her now flaccid length, and then she was gone.

Ellaria took her opportunity, pulling a rag from her pocket she slipped into the room where Flora was momentarily turned away. Without pause, she strode up behind her and slapped the rag around the gnome’s mouth. Flora let out a shout of alarm, but that quickly faded as n the strong soporific took effect and her eyelids drifted closed as unconsciousness took hold.

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Flora awoke with a start.

She blinked and looked around, her vision slowly focusing.

She was somewhere dark and lit by fire. A dusty bare room full of cobwebs, clearly only very rarely used. It took her a moment to realize that the fires weren't coming from standing braziers but from dozens of floating dense fireballs arranged around her body in such a way that they prevented her from moving a single inch for fear of being burned. She immediately began to sweat profusely.

“Wha- what is this?” she managed to croak out.

A polite cough drew her attention and her eyes moved to the front of the room where an elf wearing a severe looking blouse and pencil skirt stood. It was Ellaria. Her eyes took in what was around her. Books. Books stacked chest high, dozens of stacks, stacks and stacks of books.

Flora swallowed noisily as her throat closed up. She was suddenly terribly frightened.

Ellaria gazed at the gnome, and then she picked up the top most book of the nearest stack. She opened it and ran a finger down the first page.

“Elven Etiquette: Volume one of three hundred forty seven. Chapter one: The Beginning.”

Flora let loose a blood-curdling scream as she realised there was no escape, she couldn't get away. No one heard her, no one came to save her.

She was completely and utterly doomed.