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“The fog is getting thicker.” Denzel remarked as they continued their trek.
“Yes. It’s so much heavier than it was at the edge. We must be getting close to whatever this treasure of the forest is…” Aubrey nodded.
Denzel didn’t particularly care for Aubrey’s company, nor did he for Denzels. The lithe crooked thief with his messy black hair, soft face, and short height worked alone when it was time for business. Being around Aubrey, some other pretty boy, some twiggy failed archer always pushing his straight white-blonde hair out of his face, didn’t put him the slightest bit more at ease. Yet, both of them knew going about this task alone was foolish. Stepping into the forbidden forest was dangerous enough. Going it alone without someone to keep track of you meant you’d end up missing, just like all the others.
Long standing stories said that there was a dizzying reward at the forest’s heart, one said to ensure eternal wealth, eternal happiness, and… eternal women. Yes, fickle as it may seem, the both of them wanted a shortcut to the girls. One woman was fine, but the salacious fables stated at the forest was a way to get be with a new woman every night!
It was a bit of a pain though, relying on such old sources from the last humans to successfully exit these dark cursed woods. Some mentioned the reward being a power, a change in the body that made them absolutely irresistible. Others mentioned details about physical objects, that the men that had successfully reached the thickest bits of the forest had fantastic jewels pierced into their body that marked them as insane partners.
They were all wild stories, requiring ample undeserved trust to take seriously, but Denzel and Aubrey knew they had to be true. If it was a power, they could split it. If it was a jewel in low reserve, they could have a friendly knife fight over the matter. Whatever it may be, they were ready.
RIP!
As Denzel stepped over a thick tree root, and his tough leather pants split at their seat, he was reminded of something else about this forest. If there was some power, some mighty stone radiating might, for now it seemed to be giving him a fatter ass by the hour!
“You too!?” Aubrey remarked.
“You too what?” Denzel blushed.
“I… I ripped a pair of my pants back when we set up our separate tents!” Aubrey revealed. “I think whatever’s happening here, it’s changing our bodies…”
Denzel looked down at his frame. He’d always been a scrawny fellow, just like Aubrey, a skinny little rat of a man better known for quick fingers and a dashing handsome face rather than strong punches. Now though, he was seriously bulking up! His nimble thin legs in his pedestrian pants were now mighty muscles powering thick thighs. He knew he’d get a little bit of a muscular upgrade hiking through a forest for days, but this was a step beyond! Now his pants were failing to contain his bulging, strong thighs, and that impressive, rocking caboose that had bloomed behind him.
Denzel sighed. “What do you think it is, hmm? Why do you think our bodies are… changing like this?”
Aubrey breathed in deep. “I’m not sure. Not much has changed since we started getting into the real dense part of the woods. It’s just been more trees, and a denser fog.”
Denser fog, huh? Denzel contemplated things.
Suddenly, a realization.
“Say Aubrey, you know the rumors about the fountain of youth, right?” Denzel mused.
Aubrey nodded. “Yeah, sure. You think that’s down here or something?”
Denzel shook his head. “No, I mean, think about it. If the water in the fountain evaporated and turned to a haze, would the air still have those properties? You know, making people more youthful?”
Aubrey scratched his head, before a moment of epiphany hit him.
“Oh!” He exclaimed. “You’re saying that whatever treasure’s here might be something like that, hmm? Like, another sort of fountain, perhaps, and it's being carried on the forest fog to us?”
“Yes!” Denzel cheered. “That must mean we’re close! If our rears are… bulging like this… It must be remodeling us to be like the men in the stories. It means we’re close to the treasure, and that the treasure’s real!”
Aubrey seemed too excited by Denzel’s idea, and the promise of good times to come, to poke any holes in Denzel’s idea. He smiled brightly. Denzel smiled back. Grown men were beaming and dancing as they realized their three days worth of hiking in this dense pinkish-grayish fog had all been worth it.
After their little celebratory dance, Aubrey brought up a good question. “So, can we pinpoint it from here? Maybe if we breathe deep, we can maybe taste where the thickest part of the fog is coming from?”
Denzel gave the suggestion an approving nod. “Using our mouths like dowsing rods. Smart! Gosh, I knew there was a reason I saddled up with some other thief for this whole ride.”
Still too drunk off their ideas, both men shut their eyes and focused on the surrounding fog. They let their mouths hang, and their tongues roll out to sample the airborne humidity. Where was it densest? Where did they have to go now?
As Denzel effectively licked the air, something new became apparent. This taste was not as clean as the sweet waters of a magical fountain as he was expecting. This haze felt… Heavy. Dirty. Like it was from something. Denzel couldn’t describe exactly what it was, or what it was from, but lapping at these clouds reminded him of hot summer nights alone in his bed, doing something most sinful with his own body. It felt like you could feel the sweat of his own body so intensely in those lonely nights. Why did this fog take his brain to that mental space of all places?
Even as he sensed something perverse in the wind, still Denzel took in deep breaths. It didn’t just feel like he was doing work looking with his tongue. Lapping at this air felt strangely good. It also felt oddly wrong, stirring sensations in him that made him feel a twitch of fear. His body could feel something so terribly off with the air, a sort of faint burning, a tiny signal that his oxygen supply had been tainted for a higher purpose than letting vulnerable men like him breathe. It felt insidious. Purposeful.
Denzel opened his eyes again after the attempt to use his mouth like a compass. He didn’t know anything new about the source of these strange sensations. He did, however, feel a strange sense of relaxation spread through his body. It felt refreshing, energizing even. He walked forward to confront his partner.
“I can’t get any better grip on it.” Denzel admitted.
“I can’t either.” reported Aubrey. “Surely it has to be close, though. Is there anything more we can do?”
Denzel’s finger touched his chin as he pondered their potential paths forward. He breathed in deep as his mind whirled with possibilities as to how they could proceed. He could feel something coming on, some easy way to get through all this.
And, before Denzel’s brain could fully process it, his muscles moved all their own and showed him the way.
CLAP…
Denzel went wide eyed. For a split second, his gaze had lowered to his rump in disbelief. Did he just… twerk?
He glanced back at Aubrey, just as confused at what Denzel had just done as Denzel himself. He looked at him with a bewildered glare of disgust, as if he couldn’t believe that this idiot he’d roped into adventuring thought being on the verge of a monumental treasure was the perfect time to have his butt make a silly noise.
Yet, as Aubrey stared back at Denzel, his face too contorted into a look of confusion, as if he were on a runaway wagon barrelling away. Like a sneeze, this odd pressure seemed to build up in his tensing muscles until he too gave a flex and…
PLAP…
“What was… What did you just do!?” Denzel asked.
“Me!? What did you just do!” Aubrey complained.
Denzel deflected with a sour nod. “I-I don’t know! I-”
That bounce of Aubrey’s butt ricocheted in Denzel’s mind like mad. It was so annoying, an itch he couldn’t escape. It demanded to be heard again!
“I-I gotta do it again!” Denzel yelped.
Denzel bent his knees slightly, and yet another noisy slap of flesh rang out from his backside. Before he could even offer a defense to a surely befuddled Aubrey, Aubrey’s legs were spread themselves, and offering up another smack of bottom up into the forest air.
Something started to break inside the men. Like a great avalanche being unleashed, the two of them started to idly jiggle their newly huge bottoms in embarrassing little claps of ass! They were both twerking in the middle of the forbidden forest!
Denzel didn’t even know how to twerk. It always seemed like something silly that a generation five years his junior was fixated on. Yet, with seemingly not the slightest bit of communication, Denzel was throwing it back like a master, shaking his bottom with such practiced movements from nowhere. Not only that, but it really didn’t feel like some laborious exercise shaking his cake at all. No, it felt like doing this movement was a twitch of the muscles his body craved, like a nice long deep stretch of the arms above the head. It felt like something he needed to do to relax.
By his side, Aubrey seemed to feel much the same way too. That initial bewilderment seeing his business partner do such a wild, uncharacteristic act before him quickly vanished. Like an infectious yawn, the movement spread, as Aubrey’s body sank into a position unfamiliar to his conscious mind, muscles guiding his movements for the grand relieving stretch they craved. Soon, Denzel’s soft clap-clap-claps were accompanied by a player two, as Aubrey’s upgraded ass thundered away on its own almost instinctual drive to let it wobble.
As Denzel breathed in the dense forest air, that feeling of stretching, that he’d just need to hold his body in this position for a few moments until it felt proper relief, started to change. That window where Denzel thought he was done started to fade away. Instead, Denzel felt a new longing bubble up in his body. He was a good enough associate with Aubrey; they wouldn’t hang out with each other outside of business, but their relationship had always been friendly. Yet, as he listened to the clap of the other man’s cheeks flailing, Denzel felt… challenged. He didn’t want Aubrey to have the loudest smacking sounds. Denzel wanted to be the loudest ass in the forest!
Without even processing things in his conscious mind, Denzel threw it back a little harder. He bent his knees a little lower and started a bit of a bounce to his body to get his booty clapping noticeably louder than before. Now the noise of his rear was all but completely quashing the steady slapping leaking out of his associate. Denzel felt satisfied.
Yet, in a mere moment, Aubrey’s quieter plaps grew grand and loud! Denzel’s dazed satisfaction fell apart as he grew aware of a mighty, heavy, fleshy smacking erupting from Aubrey’s rump. Jesus, he was throwing it back harder than a brothel maiden!
Perhaps now Denzel might have noticed that neither of them should ever be engaged in something this ridiculous, and that something bad, something using them for an unknown purpose, was starting to grip them. Yet, the air around them was such a mighty poison. Lingering sensations and artificial urges one could resist for a while simply breathing the air normally turned to irresistible tugs on the body as frantic physical movement filled the lungs with tainted oxygen. The faint urge to be more inquisitive as to why they were doing this obscene gesture so emphatically was being thoroughly smothered by a deep, powerful, chemical-induced urge to make that dumptruck wobble as hard as possible!
Denzel went nuclear. For whatever reason, he had to be the queen of this impromptu twerk off. He adjusted his stance for the most leverage, for whatever would summon the most terribly loud claps he could muster. Down his tough leathery pants fell; the layer of clothing was but an obstacle partially absorbing the noise of his bottom quaking. Off came the rest of his clothes, they’d simply incumber him from shaking his frame with all of his might. He adjusted now into a new stance. Where before his hunched movements were like that of a normal man taking a second to stretch a weird angle, this one was a truly dedicated twerking stance. His hands folded behind his head, armpits flaunting into the air. His legs spread and bent in a low hunch. His back arched like a bitch. Now, his terribly huge wobble wagon of a feminine ass was hanging out above the desolate forest floor, ready to smash the completion away!
CLAP-CLAP-CLAP rang his mighty bouncy cheeks as he thundered out the twerk session of a lifetime! The booming noise echoed throughout the spacious forest to its farthest reaches. Denzel was proudly boasting he had the largest, thickest, noisiest set of cheeks in the area! Oh, why did this feel so good!? Denzel felt amazing! He didn’t want to stop! He just wanted to CLAP-CLAP-CLAP forever!
Yet, that dizzying high of total cheeked up dominance faded as once more yet another sound filled Denzel’s ear. An equally insane smacking cacophony of PLAP-PLAP-PLAP erupted from his side! Denzel’s gaze glanced over Aubrey’s way, and saw his business partner in his same optimum booty-flaunting pose going absolutely mad tossing his cheeks!
Denzel… Denzel couldn’t lose! He needed to be the loudest!
“Nnngh…” Grunted Denzel as his body geared up every fiber in his being to twerk his dumptruck harder than anyone before.
Mighty, deafening smacks of rump boomed out the pretty boy, fighting a ferocious battle for auditory space with his coworker. He shut his eyes tight for most of the endeavor to bear down and focus, completely absorbed in the ordeal. What little time he spent opening his eyes back up, he saw Aubrey’s straining face doing the very same. He saw the other man’s mouth move at times, mostly still doing labored heavy grunts or hardy huffs for air, just as Denzel was doing. Yet, at some point, Denzel saw Aubrey’s lips gear up to say something. He couldn’t hear a word of it, but the facial movements made it clear enough. “I can’t stop!” Was almost certainly what he’d said.
Denzel found he didn’t even know how to start adjusting his own body if he wanted to stop. They were stuck flailing about. Perhaps it would have scared Denzel and Aubrey more if they both weren’t so pacified by the twitch of their muscles and the cantankerous clap of their asses. Something about it made them feel they wouldn’t be left neglected in this state. Something would stop them. Someone would help them.
They both somehow knew it was true, that something that could help was coming for them. There was no need to panic, just to part their lips in panting kissy faces and expel this undying need to throw it back out of their system. It was such a dazzling sensation, an enthusiasm unending! All they wanted to do was twerk and bounce and show off their bodies for… for something…
As Denzel’s massive cushion continuously crashed in on itself like mad, he grew increasingly obvious of some other sensation. He couldn’t see it, nor could he hear it over his deafening clap factory. He could, however, feel it. It was his sense of… Taste? Smell? Some presence was approaching him, stirring a strange excitement in him. The flavorless ether in the air seemed to adjust him and Aubrey like metronomes, as if this unknown presence was playing a game of hot and cold. As it abated, their clapping cheeks lessened in intensity. As it grew nearer, they bounced their bottoms ever faster and faster, every muscle in their body determined to show off their noisy rumps as much as could be.
Faster… Faster… Denzel and Aubrey were bouncing so fast! Something inside them needed to let this approaching force they were here, right here!
Then, silence. A few final shakes of dumpy leaked out as something finally paused them. Shadows casted themselves over the duo, high ones unbefitting the cloudy afternoon at this hour. Both felt agency over their own bodies return. Both rose from their position, feeling as if a predator were looming behind them. Both slowly, carefully, turned around to see their fate.
“Ooh, fresh seedbeds!” One of the figures exclaimed.
“Oh wow, they’re two cute ones again!” Another commented.
Standing before Denzel and Aubrey, towering what had to be a good 9 feet in height, were two massive, muscular, busty dark elf women dressed in nothing but nipple pasties, tiny brush skirts, and bulging loincloths. They had beyond beautiful faces, crisp silver hair and dangerous yellow pupils on black eye whites, with vibrant blue soft skin that betrayed their ever young triple digit age. Their sharp ears were pricked up just a tad in excitement, doubtlessly delighted to see the duo of explorers, for whatever purpose.
They truly looked nearly human, and Denzel could feel his body bypass that startled sense of a looming predator that could effortlessly overpower him for a new cause. Arousal was starting to set in. How could it not, look at those gigantic tits! Both of them had positively massive busts, hanging like watermelons from their giant frames, swaying around and tantalizing him with just the simplest of covers separating him from those dinner plate areolas. And those thighs! Boy, and Denzel thought he and Aubrey had gotten big legs wading through this forest. Those tree trunks were insane! They were muscular and powerful, enough to fire off fierce defensive kicks, yet so smoother and masterfully sculpted to be a pinnacle of sex! It was as if their bodies were built to please the mind of a simple human man like Denzel.
“I think they’re a couple, Greta” One of them chimed.
“You may be right Isla!” The other one, Greta apparently, replied. “Let me check their genders real quick…”
Greta’s hand, palm the size of Denzel’s head, reached down to pull aside the loincloth guarding her crotch. Denzel looked on as his eyes went wide as suddenly, he saw an absolutely titanic, massive…
“Hnngh!” Denzel’s muscles lurched on autopilot as a familiar all consuming need suddenly consumed his body!
That sensation that had built up in him as he and Aubrey navigated the woods instantly came back with brutal force the moment that underwear was yanked aside. A pheromonic blasting, a total sensory overload like nothing the human world had to offer, smashed against his senses and commanded his body like a puppet. That sensation creeping up on them, that tug telling them to twerk it… It was all the pheromones of these dark elves filling the forest, all radiating from between their legs!
In a flash, Denzel’s upright normal posture was debased into that same humiliating pose, legs spread, knees bent, heads behind hand, aimlessly flailing his fat fucking cheeks around making the biggest, loudest, most frantic claps of ass cheek possible. He went from zero to max speed, just like that!
His body had endured that earlier bout of near perma-twerking easily enough, but this time was a little different. Denzel wasn’t getting this diffused, mild hit of their drug-like musk. Denzel was getting it directly. He couldn’t see in front of him anymore; all he could see now were the edges of the trees, the sky, and those giddy elf faces as his eyes rolled back to the top of his vision. His mouth wasn’t doing that simple smoochy-kissy face anymore. No, it was wide open, tongue stretched out, moaning so loud it was almost audible over his obscene cheek clapping. Worse yet, his mouth wide open, his tongue lulled out, he could feel all these sensations smashing into him faster. He could feel his mind… changing. Nothing was happening to his thoughts, no, that all seemed clear at this point. Yet, he could feel those heavy chemicals doing something to him, playing with muscle memory that had long since built the foundation of all his movements. Denzel was scared, yet the only outward sign anything was amiss was just the slightest change in volume from the guttural moans erupting out his face.
Then, another change in the air. Denzel could feel it, that dizzying concentration of elf sex suddenly leaving. Control back over his near numb face suddenly returned to him. He looked back down, right as the elf woman was done raising back up her waistband.
“This one’s the female one, Isla!” Great exclaimed, pointing at Denzel. “The other one’s the boy.”
“Oh, I get it!” Isla nodded. “So this one is the girl seedbed because its bottom goes “CLAP-CLAP-CLAP”. This other one is the boy seedbed because its bottom goes “PLAP-PLAP-PLAP”, right?”
“You’re right!” Greta confirmed. “Also, this one regained control of their face, but not control over their rear. The other one got control of their rear back, but not their face.”
Denzel was baffled. He was the girl!? And he… His bottom was what!?
Only then was Denzel finally able to cut through the mental fog induced by the concentrated elf fuck. His ears had grown so accustomed to the noise of smacking ass cheeks now, Denzel hadn't even noticed that he was still throwing it back. He couldn’t stop!
It was as if suddenly leaning down a bit and letting his butt cheeks in on themselves was his natural stationary position over standing now. Denzel tried to stop, to straighten back up and go back to walking around and acting like a normal human being. Yet, as the brain sent the signal to his wobbling bottom, nothing happened. Attempting to stand turned into his legs simply raising his clap factory higher. Walking was possible, but steps forward were slow. And always carried with them a clumsy lurch, sending his bottom into a firm smack, as if all other locomotion was a secondary concern to letting it wobble.
Denzel was shocked. He didn’t know how to process all this! Would this wear off? Was this permanent? Why couldn’t Aubrey be the one to have his legs locked in ludicrous shaking!?
Oh. Oh well, actually maybe Denzel preferred having continuously moving legs compared to what Aubrey was going through.
Aubrey’s face was still frozen in that big wide embarrassing ahegao face both of them had made at that pheromone blasting. His expression was locked, eyes rolled back, jaw hung, tongue lulled, totally unmoving. His hands reached up to poke at his features, to see if a nudge of his muscles would stir that part of his mug back under control. Nope. It was all locked in place, as if it were his default facial position. Denzel could see some twitch of Aubrey’s eyelids. Perhaps he was reading too far into things, but it felt like it came off as someone readying to ask for help. Instead, all that came out was a deep sultry moan out Aubrey’s ruined face.
Denzel couldn’t believe how much control these dark elves had over their human bodies. It felt like his whole body was an obedient dog, sitting, standing, twerking, all at the command of the stench of elf.
“Can we breed the seedbeds now, Isla?” Greta asked. “They look like especially fertile members of their species.”
“Oh, but they’ll be so heavy once we have to carry them back to the camp with their bellies so full of our love!” Isla remarked. “Can’t you wait until we bring them back to the village to mate with them?”
“Oooh, well…” Greta trailed off.
The massive amazonian dark elf glanced down at the duo, at Aubrey’s dumb face, at Denzel’s wobbling dumptruck, then up to Denzel’s features. Denzel didn’t meet her gaze at first. He could feel that glare of her yellow eyes beaming down on him, burning with this terrible authority, built to command feeble reproductive stepping stones to elf-kind like him. Part of his body felt that glancing up at them would be falling into a trap that’d be hard to ever exit. The other part of him… the other bit of him wanted nothing more in the world than to stare his mistress back in the face.
The sensations traded blows back and forth in his head. It was valiantly fought, but all the huge elf woman needed to win was a single fateful look her way. The moment Denzel’s gaze looked at hers, even that tiny, quick glance he could barely even control, his fate was sealed.
Greta’s voice came back up. “Ooh, but I think…”
Denzel’s seemingly permaclapping behind got a little quicker. His nerves calmed. His face gave a more thorough glance.
“I think that he might actually…” Greta mused
Once more, his rump bounced faster, heavier. All the fear was gone from his pulse. All he felt now was this raw excitement as his eyes feasted on hers!
“The seedbed wants it right now!” She yelled!
CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP! Faster and harder than ever before Denzel’s bottom wobbled as his face blushed. Fuck, just their silky voices and their permeating stares were causing his body to flex and flaunt like a sex doll for these women! He was so deeply embarrassed as tantalizing levels of excitement started to join his body’s double cheeked audio marketing. He wanted to hide his face in shame. His hands didn't, they just went back to that same stupid position resting on the back of his head, displaying his reforming ahegao face proudly for the two elf women to see.
The cacophony of a seedbed’s mating call proved infectious. Aubrey’s body joined Denzel’s hearing that blasting of ass claps wring through the forest. The two mens’ forcefully installed elf lust grew only greater as they heard the other break. Sons of their fair village debased themselves into animals making mating calls in the depths of the woods. Their mouths hung open wide, drooling, moaning, totally cock stupid. Their asses sunk lower, near ass to grass, bent like the finest brothel whores in their village. They were cock drunk and ready for sex by proximity to those elf pheromone-laced crotches alone. The towering dark elves didn’t even need to pull aside their loin cloths anymore to break these stupid boys.
No, pulling things out wasn’t needed. Now, both of the elf woman wanted to use their big fucking elf cocks to demolish these weaklings.
“They’re so ripe to breed! They must be in heat. These poor seedbeds are craving cock!” Isla gasped.
“One for each of us!” Greta nodded. “Come now. Everyone knows seedbeds will starve if they’re not knocked up for too long. We must breed them immediately!”
Denzel could only hear the elves, and barely at that as his cushion smacked around like thunder. Sight had been robbed of him as his eyes staired into the grey skies above, flaunting a thoroughly fucked faced for his new owners. Yet, even if he couldn’t see it, he could feel the moment that the duo of elves yanked down their undergarments. He was already flaunting his body hard, but the raw impact of elf pheromones that hit the air with their unsheathed cocked was outright stunning. Denzel could feel his body move like a puppet as the chemical cocktail of the elf reproductive cycle smashed his senses. His bottom finally shushed into a quiet, low wobble back and forth. There was no need to announce to everything he was ready to take elf cock up his ass; this ridiculous uncontrollable twerking had served its purpose. Now, it was time for the seedbed to go stiff so the elf could best breed it.
The two towering ladies went behind them. Denzel felt fingers explore around his throat. Soon, a headlock straddled him. The elf’s free arm picked up the squatting man and lifted him effortlessly. As poseable as a doll, the elf moved him into his new position, face down, ass up. His open, gaping, moaning face would have been licking where she’d stood had she not taken the time to tilt his head up so she could really hear those seedbed moans.
Denzel couldn’t adjust the pose Greta had placed him in at all. His stiff limbs wouldn't allow it. Yet, there was one bit of him still very much limber and flexible, as the elf’s fingers danced around his jiggling remodeled butt. A digit, expansive, thick, and fat probed looking for where a human’s lower hole might be, as Denzel’s cheeks made noise even now just from the slight wobble of prodding probe. There. She’d finally found the seedbed hole.
The moment Greta’s finger, already as large as a human’s length, touched his anus directly, a new storm of instincts kicked in. It was like the rush of a building erection but… to his bottom?
Denzel’s ass showed that not just his cheeks had grown under the effects of that elf pheromones. Steadily winking open, flushing to life and squelching loud, was his asshole, now a huge cushiony toy, a thick donut-like anus primarily built for shoving in fat hard things. The airborne elf haze had really and truly remodeled him into a thing for them to use. Perhaps their title of seedbed fit him better at this point than his own name…
Clear thoughts were departing Denzel. Humans were never built to be around elf toxins this intense. He could feel his mind getting almost entirely hijacked by elf musk, as if everything was nearly done being remodeled for some new, grand purpose. Denzel was worried. It felt like some big moment, some huge event that would fully repurpose him, was just waiting for him.
And, as he felt a sudden blunt, wide press of something fleshy against his expanded anal ring, he realized that moment was already here.
Once more the body whirled on its own, calling on fresh muscle memory already shockingly deeply ingrained. Like the way a human knows to shut its eyes hitting water, like the way an animal hesitates to approach a slight change in altitude, Denzel felt his asshole bloom as wide as it could to take the cock it was built for. Nerves thundered from untold amounts of fresh touch receptors that dwarfed any erogenous zone he’d known before. Taking it, taking his master’s giant rigid elf cock up his ass, felt so very terribly right.
Brain going hazy. So much to take in. His ring felt so good already but… God, as it dove in and touched that spot, as it pressed against that one spot, it felt insane. He’d heard about this spot in men, something that felt good in them. The name, what was the name? That was his… womb? That’s the part of the seedbed elf sex remodeled from a useless muscle used for shooting thin sticky water into a strong nurturing womb for elf babies, right? No, no! What the fuck!? Why was he thinking about that? Why did he want his womb knocked up so badly? That was the pro… the pros… Oh my god, he needed to procreate with elves so bad. Seedbed needs breed! Seedbed needs breed!
Denzel gave an especially loud, luscious, enthralled moan as the entirety of Greta’s massive two foot elf cock sunk balls deep inside him. The absolutely toxic quantities of elf pheromones relaxing and slowly remodeling his muscles from profuse overexposure made his new pussy nice and limp enough to just barely feel it all sink inside him. Denzel could feel something, his cock, twitching in the wind. Seedbed was leaking that stuff again, those strands of white out of him. Seedbed didn’t want to call it cum; that’d be an insult to his masters’ massive elf cocks. No, this is what seedbeds like Seedbed did when they were horny. Their bodies mimed out something like ejaculation, as a display of submission to please their well hung masters.
Denzel felt one last tinge of resistance, one last little sting to fight as he felt elf cock override his brain into pocketpussy. As he struggled to shore back any control, any bit of his body not completely controlled by elf cock, his body betrayed him with one final parry. Instead of Denzel reclaiming his own body, Seedbed shook its cheeks around the cock up its ass to show how much it loved it all.
Denzel wasn’t a human anymore. Seedbed was an obedient breeding sow for elf dicks.
Right back out all that towering pillar of elf cock yanked, then, SLAM! Right back down with force! Any mortal man would have been wincing in pain, but Seedbed was a seedbed! Seedbed was breeding stock built to take cock, and reciprocated its master’s wonderful ramming with a big hot heavy “OOOOAH~!” In delight!
Faster and faster that elf dick started to move, ceaselessly smashing into succulent human seedbed pussy like the effortless affair it was. A new loud ass-based smacking sound filled the air, this time as the crotch of the oversized elf woman smashed into bouncy butt absolutely built for taking everything. Out it chimed, SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK, into the woods, over and over again!
Seedbed loved every second of the dizzying assault on its anus. What a wonderful orchestra of fleshy noise as that incredibly thick elfen lady lance sunk into his hungry asshole. Seedbed loved it all, from the sound of her labored grunts and panting, to the sound of its bottom making airy little noises as it winked, already longing to be stuffed to capacity. Oh, and the surrounding ambiance, what heaven! To its right was its fellow seedbed being bred with the exact same ferocity, those terribly satisfied moans voiding him of feeble humanity for a life of being slut-stock. Even behind Seedbed, it could hear more, that sweet tingling gurgle of Greta’s nuts readying dizzying amounts of squirming gametes ready to knock that fallen fuckable pussy up hard!
Seedbed wanted it badly. It wanted to be an elf mommy so, so bad. Ah, but it didn’t want to stop getting fucked! Feeling elf shaft wreck its insides was the greatest high a seedbed could feel! Ooh, what to choose? What to savor more? Wait, why was Seedbed even thinking? What did a seedbed ever need to think about when it was a dumb hole for elf sperm? Thinking was dumb. Seedbed just needed to moan to make its master cum even harder.
So Seedbed did just that, and stopped thinking. It moaned loud and let itself be driven purely by id and instinct, like the dumb fucking animal it was, built for making babies and nothing else. And soon not after, Greta was rewarding her thing for fulfilling its purpose.
SMACK! One last mighty thrust in, balls deep, straining and grunting, and Greta was there! With a loud backwashing squelch, Greta knocked up her breeding sow!
Seedbed’s dumb perma-ahegao face finally went silent as it felt that first burning hot shot blast inside it. It was just a quick jet, an inaugural little blast up his gut, yet it felt like the sweetest touch of heaven Seedbed had felt in its life. It hit like a drug, and operated much the same as one, as devious elf toxins built to pacify and addict mates effortlessly diffused through Seedbed’s insides into Seedbed’s blood stream to fill that stupid animal brain of Seedbed with feel goods, and totally addict it to the sensation of being impregnated.
That sticky warm elf cum positively filled Seedbed to capacity in a single shot, no more than a second of emission and its gut was already at max volume. Yet, Greta kept ejaculating, and Seedbed kept taking it. Seedbed felt its flat gut start to distend, as hot elf love bloated that tummy to its new state, permanently being either hopelessly stuffed full of semen or carrying untold pregnancies. At first, it all felt like it was literally flooding Seedbed’s alimentary canal, as if Seedbed might start burping the stuff at any moment. Yet, as it continued, Seedbed felt it fill a new space. Seedbed’s womb, it’s “boywomb” was being stuffed full, and the slurry of fresh eggs in its terribly fucked up elf-ruined body were more than happy to receive everything.
Babies. Seedbed was going to make babies. Oh, Seedbed was so happy! Seedbed just wanted to make nice loud claps and plaps for Seedbed’s owners to show how much Seedbed loved it.
Yet, as Greta withdrew her sow-maker, and as Seedbed tried to stand, Seedbed quickly fell to the floor under the weight of Seedbed’s own massively knocked up stomach. Further attempts to stand were quickly given up on as Seedbed started simply letting its ass wobble again. If it was too stupid to move, at least it could entertain elf masters.
Great hoisted Seedbed up by its hair. Their new sows would need to be dragged back to the village, it seemed.
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It had been six months since Denzel and Aubrey first wandered into the forbidden forest. Countless elf birthings later, both Seedbed and Seedbed were happy as could be.
Seedbed woke up, finally regaining its strength after the latest elf sex orgy the night before. It’s face was still coated in white, a natural outcome since it’d fallen asleep in exhaustion face down in a cum puddle. The taste of semen was thick on its tongue, still hanging on its permahegao’d face, as it stood back up and resumed its natural stance, of letting its big bottom flail and advertising to the elf village it was grateful for the wobbling payload of life in its stomach.
To Seedbed’s left was its blonde-haired partner, Seedbed. Past them were their friends, the seedbeds. All of their massive pregnant guts wobbled and sloshed as their non-stop ass clapping continued, hopeful they might lure in one of their elf masters to even further knock up their giant distended wobbling guts. Nothing made Seedbed happier than putting its arms behind its head and letting its dumptruck clap for all the massively hung amazonian ladies around it. Seedbed was so thankful it could spend every waking moment of its life doing this.
Yet, something a little strange happened as Seedbed let its massive ass flail for fun. A rare event started up: Seedbed started to think.
Hey, didn’t Seedbed have a name before Seedbed What was its name again? Like its actual name it’d been given? Wasn’t it Audrey or something? Benzel? It might have just been Seedbed like what the elves called it. A seedbed named Seedbed seemed a little dumb, but seedbeds were naturally very stupid simple creatures. All seedbeds ever craved were getting fucked by elves, getting fucked by more elves, and giving birth to elves to clear up space in their wombs so they could get fucked by even more elves. That’s how it worked! Seedbed and elf, just as nature intended.
That did raise a concern. Seedbed had given birth just before fainting and taking a wonderful nap face down in elf cum. The rest of the elf litter hopelessly bulging out its gut wouldn’t be developed for a good long while now. That meant Seedbed’s wombspace was clear enough for more elf cock. Someone needed to put a 14th bun in Seedbed’s oven this instant!
Being a creature devoid of any proficient verbal communication, Seedbed communicated with its elf masters as if it were an obedient dog. Seedbed gave a hot, heavy loud breath of air out its unflinching fucked silly face, and started twerking its double wide bakery even faster, as deafeningly loud as its muscular legs would let them bounce. It was the universal signal all seedbeds knew for “Seedbed need breed! Seedbed need breed!”
Elves soon entered the room. Seedbed couldn’t see elves unless they were above them, but it could smell them. Seedbed happily toppled over at their arrival, and let its cheeks wobble up until the moment sweet sweet elf cock refilled its aching pussy.