Changes and consequences

Tom just silently stared at the exotic creature in his steely clutch, letting her squirm and mewl in nervous fear as he waited for Tania to reach the Penthouse. Dammit but she even squirmed beautifully.

Ms Simone Summers was at the desk monitoring the situation below and Pamela was pressed into his back, her gorgeous, curvy cat-suited body plastered up against him as she softly nuzzled at his neck with soft kisses. Despite that he knew she was ready to put down Sierra in a hot-second with her intense Jade goddess-gaze. Perched in the crook of his free arm a naked Holly looked down curiously at Sierra with big innocent BabyGirl eyes as her little hands played lovingly over his broad chest and back.

It was done, Tom had rescued his family just as he said he would but now he would ensure that nothing like this would ever happen again. His was a true Man, a singularly unique XXX-male infected in a crumbling world full of increasingly **** cum-hungry women and a fast dwindling male population. Sierra's abhorrent actions were just a warning example of what lengths any infected women might resort to fulfill their unnatural, over-powering craving for semen. If anything Sierra was just ahead of the curve and unless Tom did something about it, he could only expect more misguided attempts to capture or coerce him in the future.

It put him and those close to him in potential danger but that ended here and now. As a true Man he would not be subjected to the winds and whims of a dying world, he would conquer it. He would rule over it with his amazing women at his side and bring order back to this mad XXX-society. Plans had been made and they all began here with Sierra Munroe.

"Please Tom... what are you going to do with me..."

Sierra's piteous moan had an edge of begging in it and her massive, quartz blue eyes watered up at him. He could smell her pussies dripping need for him and it both outraged and aroused him. She had been so proud of herself, sitting secure up here above the rest of the world, looking down her nose at everyone and everything. She had thought it her god-given right to take what she wanted and never mind who she stepped on along the way. She had been wrong.

"You know, I almost liked you better when you were being all high and mighty. Acting the haughty, self-entitled bitch. What do you call your particular strain again? Queen Bitch was it?" Tom asked in tones of glacial coldness.

The change to Sierra's expression and posture was instantaneous. Ignoring his tight hold on her wrist she straightened and posed, tossed back her diamond blonde hair and let a sneer touch the edges of her full, ruby lips then nodded.

"That's right, I am a Queen and if you like that then I am the only woman you will ever have to kneel-" she began with an imperious raise of her perfectly angled chin but Tom stopped her with another rough jerk on her forearm.

"No, not like that. I do not kneel, not ever..." Sierra crumbled immediately at the rebuke and whimpered in confusion. Off to one side the elevator bank dinged again and Tania strolled into the penthouse playfully twirling a large fire axe as if it weighed nothing. She gave him her vicious grin when she saw him with his captive in hand. He pointed with his chin at Tania for Sierra to see.

"Like that, haughty for me. Knowing she is better than others because of me, her Master. Arrogant because she knows that I chose her and placed her above all others. But I don't think you will ever be capable of understanding that. Tell me Sierra; do Queens lactate?"

She looked flustered by sudden turn in conversation as Tania preened under his praise, cocking out a hip in that tiny PVC firefighters outfit and showcasing all her bombshell assets for him. Her huge tits looked ready to bust the little zipper on the black cut-off jacket's front and her luscious ass stretched the shiny black hot-pants to their limits as she hotly eye-fucked him from a few feet away. His irrepressible fiery-haired Valkyrie, so proud and strong and completely, fervently devoted him.

"I-I... what? I mean..."

Ignoring the Queen Bitch's stuttering he released his hold on her arm and plunged his hand into her soiled suit jacket. Roughly mauling her swollen chest through the damp silken lingerie, he pinched a tight nipple between his fingers and pulled. Tom wasn't gentle about it but his gorgeous captive's knees almost buckled in pleasure anyway when he felt her rich milk squirting through the sheer fabric and wetting his digits. He ignored her blissful sighs and held up his dripping hand to examine the white fluid running down his fingers.

"A Queen XXX-strain, huh? It's not on the same level of my Goddess-Strain infected... but I'll take it. My girls deserve to be Queens, I am their king after-all. More-over I deserve Queens." Tom declared as he gently set his HollySlave down, smiling softly at her girlish pout of disappointment at leaving his embrace.

Then he reached out, ripped open the former CEO's red suit jacket and casually tore the designer cami down the front like it were made of tissue paper. Sierra gasped as her proud, high breasts spilled free, her nipples were already diamond hard and engorged. Tom seized her by the shoulders and roughly spun her about to face away from him. Exposing her naked tit-flesh to Holly and Tania.

"Drink girls, I doubt she has ever been fed on before. Show her what she has been missing out on while we take this from her. While we take away the preciously guarded XXX-strain that made her so special, so unique."

Holly didn't hesitate for a second, the stacked blonde schoolgirl dove in and sucked a tight nipple between her hungry lips. Tania took her time though, she sauntered up and smirked at Sierra like the cat that got the cream. Taking her torturous time she gave Sierra a wicked grin before she slowly bent down and took Sierra's other free nipple between her teeth to painfully nip then suckle.

Tom grabbed a fistful of Sierra's glossy, starlight hair and yanked her head back so she had to look up at him as he took this from her. Her heavy eyelids fluttered and her pretty mouth formed inaudible sounds as her first breastgasm shook through her lithe dancers body. Tom just watched on impassively as he wordlessly lifted his other milk-drenched hand over his shoulder for Pamela to lick clean, his PamelaGoddess soon to become his GoddessQueen.

He stood there watching for a long moment as his girls each took what he offered them. Mixing strains had fascinated him when he had done so with Annemie the Mammazon back at home but none so much as it did now. These three women were his Goddesses, Pamela had shared her celestial milk with them to bring them into his service and raised them to towering new heights of beauty in doing so. The Queen strain had little that could contend with that so the physical changes that manifested were minor.

Holly's long blonde hair paled a fraction lighter in shade, a tiny increment shinier. Her big baby blue eyes glistened brighter and took on a soft tantalizing glow. Her full suckling lips grew a little poutier while her cheeks took on a permanent adorable rosy blush. Tania's limbs lengthened minutely growing even sleeker, her toned muscles stretching and tightening effortlessly. Her impressive shelf of an ass lifted almost imperceptibly, her mouth-watering thigh gap becoming faintly more pronounced as her thighs slimmed scrumptiously. Her softly tanned complexion took on a slightly more golden perfection as her own emerald eyes took on a similarly gentle glow to Holly's. Small marginal changes that never-the-less touched up their peerless beauty until they radiated with it like glittering crown jewels.

"Hmmmmm Maaaster~"

"Daaaaddy~"

Their voices were as smooth, sweet and delicious as warm, poured molasses as both those entrancing sets of eyes rose to meet Tom's making his thick cock lurched in his slacks. It wasn't just their appearances that had changed but something more intangible too. Their tones, their poise, their presence. There was a supreme confidence in their hungry expressions now, an **** prepossession that took entitlement to a whole new level. A new surety in the grace of their movements, as they pressed up on either side of him, that implied that none would ever surpass them in manner that mattered. And all that mattered to them now was him, it was as though Sierra had vanished from their respective worlds, a forgotten footnote in the Saga that was the Rise of Tom, their King.

That was until Tania spitefully dug a tall stiletto boot-heel into the groaning captives bare foot in passing. His haughty Warrior Queen, ever vengeful on his behalf.

"Take it from her, my Lord Tom, take everything from her!"

"Don't fuck her Daddy, she's nothing now. Come fuck your BabyGirl. I need my big DaddyKing's cock inside me..."

"Tom, my Love..."

The last voice, so angelically melodic sent a shiver down Tom's spine and he turned, all others forgotten to look upon his PamelaGoddess.

She shined like a nova of sumptuous sexuality and divine perfection personified. The air around her shimmered, almost warping under the **** of her heavenly presence. Her golden hewed skin shone with it's own light and warmth advertising inhuman life and vitality. Her blazing jade eyes locked onto his, purest pale green now with bright golden pupils lit up like stars in a verdant ocean of worshipful desire. Happy tears sparkled like diamonds on her flawless cheeks, as sublime lips glistened like dewy cherries parted in soulful delight begging to be kissed.

Her tumbling hair, deeper and darker than the finest Belgian chocolate tickled at the back of her flawless, spreadable thighs, like thick silken bedding waiting to be laid down upon. Her immense breasts had tightened and lifted, losing none of their stupendous size or heavy heft but raised up on her magnificent torso as though offering themselves up to him. Her hips were still deliciously wide, prepared to carry litters of his heirs even as her waist narrowed in the tightest hourglass Tom had ever seen. Her ass, a full generous heartshape that tapered up to her tinified waistline could have launched - then sunk - a thousand ships with it's devastating excellence.

She looked and smelled - oh fuck that smell! A nostril-flaring musky sweetness that made his cock surge in his pants - like a Goddess of beauty and fertility descended from the pantheon peaks of Olympus itself into his life and she was weeping tears of happiness for Him. It was beyond a heady feeling...

"...my Love, do you remember your promise?"

"I do."

Pamela Hope, his GoddessQueen, looked as though she would swoon. His words hit her like the final vows in a wedding ceremony she had dreamed of since she was a little girl and in Tom's heart he had meant them that way. She was worlds beyond compare in sheer beauty and power, she was His completely and he wanted to give her so much more than a some simple, silly union. He would give her a kingdom to rule by his side and more over, he would give her his royal children to bear. He would give her his lineage, first and foremost, above all others.

...and there would be others, whole harems of gorgeously pregnant women to continue his line and save a childless XXX-infect world but first he had one final task.

"Ms Summers."

He held out an empty hand, dragging his protesting eyes away from his enthralling PamelaGoddess back down to the panting, disheveled, twitching mess that was Sierra Munroe as she fell to her knees once the girls released her. There was the rummaging of bags and then a cool, stainless steel bottle was pressed into his waiting palm. It had a long neck and hard plastic cap which he twisted off before reaching down and gripping the dethroned Queen Bitch by the jaw.

Her nose twitched and a long, drawn out moan of hunger escaped her breathy lips.

"You can smell it can't you, Sierra?" His hand twisted her head from side to side as he coolly inspected her like nothing more than a hunk of meat, "You can smell it and you want it, I know you do. But I am telling you that if you take it, you are finished."

He lowered the bottle to her and Sierra's eyes fixated on it, her pupils dilating as the powerful aroma of his cum filled the massive top-floor suite. It was his smell, saliva began to visibly dribble from one corner of her mouth.

"Take it, I am offering it to you but not freely." Tom said in a rumbling tone, rich with threat and promise. "If you take this, if you drink this then I will take everything from you."

"Take it." Cooed his BabyGirlQueen from her place pressed naked and luscious into his side, her baby blue eyes glimmering with a wicked new glee.

"T-Take it..." Sierra mumbled dazedly raising a small shaking hand, reaching for the bottle.

"Take it and I will take everything you have built here from you, all your wealth and power will be mine..."

"Take it." Tania leered contemptuously, his ValkyrieQueen as she hung from Tom's other shoulder, one long silken leg sliding elegantly over his.

"Take- Take..." Sierra's fingertips brushed against the cool metal, her tongue darting out as if tasting the air.

"...I will take your people from you, take away your cunning, take away your will. I will take all that is you, all that makes you what you are and make it mine."

"Take it." Pamela ordered staring imperiously down at Sierra as she stepped out from behind Tom languidly trailing her fingertips across the back of his neck as she did so.

Pamela moved around behind the captured creature until she was surrounded on all sides. Four burning, glowing gazes locking her in place as she took the bottle and shakily raised it to her drooling lips.

She paused before tipping it and looked up at Tom before sobbing out one final plea in a tiny voice.

"P-please... Take me."

"Done!" Tom barked angrily grabbing the base of the bottle, upending it into her mouth before roughly shoving the long neck of it to the back of her throat.

It wasn't a small bottle, just over a litre in capacity and her virgin neck bulged as she gagged and swallowed the heavy spilling contents. A sticky white bubble bloomed from one of her nostrils as she fought to take it all in. All of his copious seed.

Well, mostly his seed...

Mixed into it was a concoction of other fluids; the foaming pheromonal pussy juices of a Skank, a Bimbos addictive breast milk, the gathered sweat of a Mammazon. Then his girls had shown vindictive pleasure in taking turns spitting into container and Tom had needed to actively stop Tania when she had prepared to squat over the narrow mouth of the bottle.

Not because he hadn't believed Sierra didn't deserve the treatment but rather because he didn't want to dilute his semen solution too much.

A few surprising contents of Mrs Hope's medicine cabinet had been thrown in for good measure. Breast enhancement pills, estrogen supplements, her husband's little blue pills and even a dash of Spanish fly all crushed up and mixed in. Tom wasn't sure it would do anything but had added it anyway. But the vast majority of the volume was made up of his potent man-cum.

The only thing not included in the malicious mixture was anything from his PamelaGoddess, Sierra did not get to drink directly from the goddess source. She was beyond unworthy of that blessing.

Sierra struggled, gulping and twisted her head. Still unsatisfied Tom crushed the metal container in his mighty grip to **** more of the contents down her frantically working gullet faster.

Sierra let out a garbled scream, her pussy gushing fluids onto the pristine marble beneath her before she collapsed onto her back. The ruined water bottle clattered loudly off to one side. Her pelvis twitched and bucked uncontrollably, the blood red pencil skirt riding up her thickly morphing hips, fraying at the seams and displaying her hot, spraying womanhood to their glacial, uncaring eyes.

"Take you, huh?" Tom grunted dropping to his knees on either side of her convulsing little torso.

With a twitch of concentration on his brow his monstrous cock tore its way out of the dark fabric of his slacks. It slapped heavily down on her sweat slickened sternum, hardening and lengthening as Sierra arched her back like a bow to feel all of it against her burning skin. It pushed up into the valley of her rapidly expanding cleavage, her high perfectly proportioned breasts rapidly inflating into grotesquely huge watermelons on her shrinking frame.

His ever leaking precum lubed his forceful passage up between her swelling rippling mountains until the head breached the fleshy surface and stood proudly tall before fat lips that had swollen plumper and more bee-stung than any Californian duckfaced cock-addict. They dominated the space between her nose and chin, absurdly full and plush. Those same lips parted as her hot questing tongue tasted his precum beaded tip before she ravenously plunged those ridiculously plump pillows down onto his immensely girthy shaft with a muffled squeal.

"Uuumph~ 'Ock!" She slurred around him looking up with wide blue eyes that were losing their glow and dulled, becoming more vacant even as they grew even wider. Big dumb anime eyes filled with nary a thought but one... Tom pulled back freeing up her mouth briefly to let her speak unobstructed.

"Mmmmm... Cock! Cock!" Sierra sang brainlessly, her tongue waggling, reaching out to taste him again as he cruelly kept himself just out of reach.

"That's what I thought" Then he plunged back in, brutally fucking her expanding tits and thirsty mouth as the once Queen XXX-infected Sierra Munroe plummeted headlong from grace.

He fucked her body as it transformed, she was in a viral overload, the infection hyper-fueled and over-saturated with the huge volume of uber-potent cum Sierra had swallowed. Her areolas grew large as fried eggs, her nipples rubbery and hugely protuberant. Tom seized upon them like fat handles as he mashed and crushed her ballooning tit-flesh around his barreling length hard enough to leave bruises. Bimbo breast-milk fountained from the tips with each hammering thrust, splashing and spilling across her face, neck and cleavage.

Sierra's starlight hair kept growing longer and thicker, spilling out across the marble floor in an unmanageable mass that would leave her with a forever freshly-fucked gloriously mussed bed-head look. It served as a glossy pillow even now, keeping him from cracking her skull of the cold stone beneath her as her head rocketed back with each powerful violation of her over-plumped cum-hungry mouth.

Her torso kept growing slimmer and smaller, her waist shrinking and pinching in so freakishly waspish Tom had real doubts she would ever be able to stand upright and support the weight of her gi-normous cleavage without snapping in two, but he didn't care. She could spend the rest of her days on hands and knees for him. Her hips and ass inflated dramatically outwards, growing beyond ghetto grandeur as her pussy foamed and reeked of Skank pheromones between fast thickening thighs. In stark contrast to those same swelling thighs her calves and ankles were shifting and becoming more slender, her feet and hands more dainty.

The transformation was **** and Tom kept feeding it with his endless drizzling GodSeed, pouring it into her. She was just a 'thing' now. Not a woman, not a person and certainly not a Queen. He had taken her regal, ethereal beauty and poise from her. Now she was just a cartoonishly proportioned caricature of a blow-up fuckdoll, a mindless dick-happy cum-dumpster for him to use, **** than cast aside wet and dripping with his manseed. She could take it too, that and she would keep coming back for more. He could feel the Mammazon strength in her absorbing his **** as she hacked and gargled for more of him.

But he wasn't even looking at her anymore, instead his eyes were drinking in his three GoddessQueens, his heavenly Triumvirate. His cock bulged and jerked hard at the sight of them tearing more ecstatic sounds from the worthless SlaveSlut laying beneath him, being used by him. Just a disposable sex-toy to sate his lusts for the true heavenly beauties before him.

Holly his BabyGirlQueen; forever sweet and innocent, her fathomless faith and love for her DaddyKing clear in those bottomless baby blue eyes. His and his alone, she would dress like a Disney princess for him as he bounced her on his lap and giggle girlish words of sweetest adoration in his ears as her baby belly grew fat with his young. No other boys existed for her now and any mere mortal that saw her coming would bow and fawn over her as she swept regally past them to return to her Daddy's side.

He gifted the dumb cock-sleeve beneath him with another hot jet of cum in homage to his little princess.

Tania his ValkyrieQueen; so proud and noble and tall. She had grown another six-inches from her latest transformation and she was a masterpiece of strength, **** and righteous fury. Her slick, radiant body shone with sleek muscle, the PVC costume now painted onto her golden flesh, Her hair was like a mane of living fire that curled down her the slender muscles of her back to kiss the top of her spectacular golden peach of an ass. She would conquer nations for him should he ask it, revel in leaping into battles for him, cumming all the while with the ecstatic pleasure of enforcing his will and might upon the unworthy.

His cock erupted in tribute to her as she smirked down at the gulping, swallowing FuckPet he was callously tit and face-fucking.

Above all others though was his PamelaGoddess, his GoddessQueen. She stood there in that tiny vinyl catsuit, tall thigh boots and inky elbow gloves like interstellar superstar and she wasn't looking at the worthless XXX-slut writhing between his humping thighs. She wasn't watching his massive cock plunder those huge hungry lips either, she was simply staring at Tom. Looking right into his eyes with those brilliant, exquisite Jade orbs of hers with an expression of wrapped worship on her face. No-one else mattered, nothing else mattered. She was a heavenly Goddess of love, lust and fertility. A simple look from her could quell national riots or ignite city-wide orgies and her whole existence was centered around him.

He could do no wrong by her. Without her Tom wasn't sure he would have become the true Man he was today and loved her for it. She had given everything of herself to him and in return he would give her the world to rule by his side as his one and only equal. She would sit with him upon their shared throne lovingly swathed in richest silks, bedecked with glimmering jewels and swollen pregnant with their future children.

His ravaging prick erupted, his GodSeed flooding out of him in an unstoppable torrent. He wanted it - that future! - and he wanted Her. He wanted rid of this treacherous wretch who he was almost drowning in his overflowing royal seed, he wanted to bless the one who truly deserved Him, Tom The one true Man.

"Pamela..." He groaned staring up at his three Goddesses as they posed and preened under his heated attention, cooing and whispering encouragement at him all the while. "I want you..."

Ms Pamela Hope; his one time middle-aged neighbor, the bimbo temptress next door, she was both the XXX-infected who had doomed him and the Goddess who saved him, raised him higher than the highest stepped forward. She leaned over, her blazing jade gaze never leaving his own and cupped Tom's cheek in a soft gloved hand and smiled that radiant one-of-a-kind smile for him, filled to overflowing with purest love and undying devotion.

"Oh Tom, my Love. You have me, you will always have me."

...And then his GoddessQueen leaned in and kissed him.