Give in, being a mother Isn't so bad

You awake hazily, mind fuzzy from the events of the day before. Your brain feels muddled, memories and thoughts swim lazily through you. You blink through the glittering light of wakening and your vision fades in. You feel your body grazing harshly against dirt, stone, and grass, and as you look up, your memories of the day rush back to you. The red demon imp's claw grasps tightly on your slender wrist, dragging you through the underbrush of what looks like dense forest. Your mind races as you quickly try to think of an escape route. Your eye catches on a familiar glint of metal; your dagger! The blade you carried with you for so long as a man rests in its sheathe, firmly tied around the waist of the evil creature before you.

To your surprise however, you feel no desire to fight. Images of the demon's cock flood your mind at the first thought of resistance. Instead of anger and an urge to fight, you feel warm and submissive. The feeling of the creatures rough hands against your soft flesh is almost pleasurable and you release a soft moan. The imp hears you and turns to face you.

"You took to my scent well girl. Nobody except one practically willing gives in that easily. We're going to get to know each other very well. Stand up girl and see the full might of our coupling!"

You stand up with the imp's help, still somewhat shaky on your new legs. The demon guides your hand to your midriff, tracing your extended belly with your own hand. The feeling is absolutely erotic, the thought of the imp's spawn growing within you makes your body heat up with anticipation and pride.

"I'm so happy to be yours my master, I will give you all the children you will ever desire." You answer, your words mindlessly dripping from your failing mind.

"I know you will, my ****." He responds.

Several weeks have passed since you lost your manly body and your womanly virginity. The imp brought you to his home, a cozy nest in a grove of large trees. The forest grows wildly all around, but within is a den of comfort and warmth. Your days are a blur of cock and bliss. Your mind is now almost completely gone, though occasionally a thought roams through your exploited brain. Every day you please your master, and every day he brings you pleasure in return. His amazing cock fills every inch of you and his transformative powers give you new excitement to look forward to each and every day. One day a massive stallion cock fills you to your very depths, the next the imp fills you with the ridged edges of his original. He always fills you full of his glorious cum, a feeling you can no longer live without.

Your belly expands at a rapidly accelerated pace. Just a few weeks in and you look like a woman overdue for birth. Your mind craves it and your body needs it. You want to give birth so that you can be filled with more and more children, day after day, year after year. Thoughts of your demonic children filling you with their own children, their own warm cum, float through your brain. Nothing in the world could make you happier than being a brood mother for a long line of demon imp children.

One day, many months later, you find yourself in the middle of your family. Your master filling your mouth, your child fucking your womb, your belly filling with a never ending supply of hot spunk, and your mind finally gives out. From then on, you are nothing but a cum dump who every month spits out more demonic children. The cycle continues until your dying breath.