Don't Worry

Without realizing it, in the moment, you made the biggest decision of your life. Something so simple as disregarding an odd scent in the air was enough to so drastically change the course of your life and so many other lives throughout the world. Though you have no room to consider it now, it did illustrate just how simple it would have been for Sam to have your entire family if the dice fell a little differently. They were saved by your choice, unambiguously. For if you had not put yourself in the way of the calamity, each of them would likely think the same thing and change things for themselves irreparably; that it is just a simple smell; some mild, unfamiliar incense.

The second day you began breathing it was already too late, due to the nature of it. The first day you smelled it. The second day you did not even realize it was there. It was present. It thickened the air but for all intents and purposes it did not exist to you once you stopped thinking about it. It was not a presence in your mind or your senses. As a result, you did not consider it when Sam began to push and you began to give.

“Come on. Be honest. You like looking at it.” Sam says in a leading way towards you as you serve a modest breakfast just two days after your initial meeting.

“W-what?” You know what he's talking about but you play dumb, obviously. It is the last thing you want to admit. Sam had not been shy the past few days. Everything he did was out in the open and in your face. Everything he said to you was suggestive. Now, he is confronting you about it. You blush deeply.

“Put your plate on the table.” He orders. You do so, it is empty, anyway. You have not yet served yourself. Your eyes widen as Sam stands, reaches down and lifts his mammoth cock and balls, only to drop them perfectly on the plate in front of you.

“Sit down.”

You cringe as sitting would put you right in front of the plated member that presents almost like a discolored collection of a banana and two oranges. As you are hesitating you feel a hand on your shoulder. Something that you both agreed is allowed. He holds you firmly, squeezes, then pulls you down into the seat.

“This is...” You stare down at it, strange feeling welling up inside of you and in your pants. The member is too big for the plate and hangs over the side, but Sam's large balls are sitting on it perfectly. You want to say that it is disgusting and inappropriate but your eyes are wide and for reasons you are not aware of you can not take your eyes off of it.

“Just admit it and you can go.” He gives you a clear out, one you accept gladly.

“It looks good...” You say under your breath.

“Huh?” He feigns being hard of hearing.

“It looks good, okay!” Sam grins and pats you on the head.

After that it was essentially over. Through some unseen alchemy your obsession with him grew. Your feelings solidified and Sam began to run your life. He not only let you train, he encouraged it, but every other moment of time was devoted to his own training. His own warping of your life and body.

“W-why does this feel so gooood!” You moan, cumming for the second time in a few short minutes. Your body has been changing due to Sam's 'medicine.' Your chest is starting to feel puffy and sore, your hips are hurting and most important for the moment you are in, your ass is incredibly sensitive and seems almost directly connected in sensation to your small, flaccid member.

“Still upset that you can't get hard anymore?” Sam grunts, pounding into your rear. Each thrust hits a magic spot inside that causes your body to convulse and plead for more. At first you felt like it was awful. You could not jerk off or have sex. The feelings that you once felt are no longer accessible. Then Sam told you you were just not having the correct type of sex. For all intents and purposes he is absolutely right. You feel more intense than you have ever felt on your own, or even with Kara. It is an incredibly empowering feeling and it just keeps coming and coming. Before, you could not orgasm so many times in a row. Now, it is somehow possible.

“I-I'll never go back!” You gush, panting as you are rocked by another powerful orgasm. Your cock continues to leak onto the floor that you are bent over. The product is clear, not clouded by anything as unseemly as semen. Just clear fluid.

Near the end you began to stall. Training with Kara became a means to an end. She did not seem to mind staying to help you along, but at the same time she was growing concerned that you did not want to leave. Her plans did involve taking you away eventually, after all. So you continued stalling and telling Sam everything every step of the way about Kara. You waited patiently for him to plan and scheme your way out of the arrangement, because once she was done training you, what use would either of you have for her? It was all about you and him.

Your body is no longer that of a man. That much is inarguable. It is somewhere between that of your mothers and sisters due to all of the **** he has given you. Your member is shrunk to a sensitive button, and permanently locked away. Your balls are essentially gone. Your hips are as wide, and your breasts are as swollen as your mothers; your body and face are as feminine and petite as your sisters. It is an extremely stark transformation and with the clothes Sam gives you to wear, you are without a doubt the most attractive woman in town.

“Show me your interface.” Sam orders. You comply. Something so private and important is his to view. Just one sign that the two of you are as intimate as a married couple at this point. He grins as he goes down the list.

“Honestly, I wasn't sure when you said you were a hero but the proof's all here in the pudding. The thing about promising talent? You learn negatives as easily as you do positives. As we found out, you also learn naughty things pretty quickly, as well.”

You nod and open your mouth wide, practically sucking his long cock between your thick lips. With one hand at the base and another on the balls you skillfully work the shaft and the orbs while schlorping over the bulbous head rapidly. Sam, you found, is a man that can control his cock almost perfectly. Almost. With your skill level you are able to suck him off to completion in a way that is completely beyond his control. It is extremely satisfying. You draw his twitching dick into your throat at the last second and gulp down his seed easily before releasing his dick from your tight lips with a loud 'pop.' You begin idly licking it clean as he speaks through his orgasm.

“Damn, girl...” He shakes it off and chuckles. He is obviously still trying to recover as he continues.

“Anyway, you mentioned your master'd probably notice something was off if I broke your spirit.” You nod. After everything you learned, you learned that it would definitely be within her range of capabilities to be keeping an eye on your soul, and any changes.

“So, instead we raised all your negative traits until you are essentially just a ****. It would only work for a willing hero.”

You smile proudly up at him. “You are soooo smart!”

“Let's see... [Pawn: Sam S] [Selective Stupidity: Sam S] [ Sexual Preference: Sam (Male) S] [Immorality: S] [Debaucherous: S] [Femininity: S].” Despite removing any shame or fealty to friends or family, he kept his word in regards to your family and left your mother and sister out of everything, except his business with the town. Your mother is still the Matriarch. The town itself is doing fantastic with Sam's help.

“You're getting hard again. What're you thinking about?” You question, hefting your sizable tits up to surround his hardening member. You begin massaging his dick between your heavy mounds eagerly. Sam moans. You are S grade in all sexual acts, essentially.

“Thinking about a special treat I prepared for your master. Beyond that, I got another expert lined up to continue your education.” He says in a strained tone. Since you are in the palm of his hand, there is no reason not to raise you up to be the best you can be. Kara's tutelage, while good, is pointed in a very specific direction. Sam long suspected that a mage from the Kingdom could likely make much better sense of it all and help you reach greater heights.

“That's awesome!” You say happily as his cock helplessly sputters and shoots all over your face and tits.

Without any shame or morals to speak of you obeyed Sam's every command going forward. Kara was poisoned through some unknown method and put under. You were then taught by a mage requisitioned by him. She managed to make sense of the powers you were given. The grove and the natural energy. She was able to impart on you a concept that involved stealing essences and bodies.

Centuries later you lean your heavy chest over Sammead's lap. You are incredibly bored. All around the court is continuing and acting as though nothing is happening. The Kingdom Sam created has lasted for a hundred years and with the powers you were given, you were able to make him last a hundred years. Your ears twitch and your tail wags idly.

“Are we gonna do anything today?” You complain. Sam rests a hand on your head and gently pets your crimson mane.

“I'm bored....” He continues to ignore you. You slump down next to his throne with your legs spread. Kara's body is a sight to behold, though everyone in the world has forgotten the name Kara at this point. The beastfolk lost, everything was lost except the Kingdom you stand as a guardian over. For all intents and purposes, with your help Sam and yourself are eternal. He will rule forever with you at his side. But, forever is a long time and there is very little to do. You get so antsy when he is not touching or paying attention to you. The man keeps you on a pretty tight leash.