Mansion of many changes

*PAP*... *PAP*... *PAP*

Jane’s breath came in wheezing gasps, her hips barely capable of raising enough to come back down. She pummeled one of her cocks inside the girl’s now singular rear hole. The copy of that monster cock lay, mostly hard, next to Alice’s own matching and slightly wilted dick. Alice lay on the bed, the features of her face serene even as she bounced lightly. A strong feminine scent permeated the air around Alice’s face from the drooling lips of her pussy as the rest of the room stank of the heady, salty stench of seed. The dickgirl’s now huge but not impossible red cheeks quaked pleasantly below Jane with each slow, strenuous thrust. Jane’s thighs matched her sister’s rear for coloration, a slight wince coming to her tired face even as she continued to fuck. Her nigh-inexhaustible supply of semen had somehow run dry some time ago. For who-knows-how-long, her orgasms had been accompanied by almost average sized loads. A far cry from the quantity she had produced at the beginning of the night, the evidence of which covered the bed, floor and walls.

The pair of stupendous balls between her strong thighs sat shriveled and a deep red, at maybe half her normally gigantic size. Angry veins shown clearly through her sack each time she succumbed to the still tight ass and came into her sleeping sister. The seed covering the bed they slid back and forth on had dried somewhat making so their tired body’s were caked in the tacky, cleansing fluids like some sort of perverted skin care ritual.

Jane looked up watching her sister’s face feeling a swell of love for the dickgirl grow inside her. “Huhgh…” she breathed into the two dicks sandwiched against her and her sister. She nuzzled against Alice's cock, a shiver running through her at how sensitive her sex-beaten cock felt. She grinned slightly as she took the two dicks in hand and gave both her sister’s and her own cock the sloppiest, wettest and most exhausted french kiss she could manage in her sex drunk state. Despite her new state of mind she still felt that strong need to look after her sister. The feeling so ingrained into her psyche that it wasn’t completely a part of her conscious, residuals of the habit hanging about in her very sense of self. It was just… twisted now, her interests now in caring for her were now more like a need to possess her tall younger sister.

But fuck did she enjoy this ass. All night she had played with her ability to change it, trying anything that came to mind. Admittedly she had not been that inventive after the initial few climaxes, just eager to fuck the hole endlessly. Usually that meant she just kept increasing the size of those sexy cheeks. At some point in the night Jane vaguely recalled fucking into a tight hole with both of her dicks as her entire body was engulfed entirely by two massive globes of flesh, unable to see anything but. Her hot breaths grew even more labored as she thought back to that moment.

Some part of her probably recognized that there were other's in the room at that moment.

Suddenly the devious plug stuck in her own tight pucker grew. One moment Jane was leisurely pounding at her sis’ ass then the next she felt her rear hole stretched near to bursting, the plug pushing outwards and upwards so far that she felt as if it might come out her throat any second. Her tired body convulsed as the already tight cum sack below her tightened painfully, that little buzzer of pleasure inside her crushed by the invading toy. A pitiful drizzle of cum shot into her sister’s sore asshole the other splatting across her own chin and the other cock squished between them. Her cocks continued to spasm painfully, trying to shoot a load that wasn't there. She fell against her sister, twitching, the world growing foggy as she finally fell, dreaming of cocks and ass holes and all that was in between.

Ivy continued to suck and lick her way around that green dick even as it twitched against the back of her throat. Both her hands worked at stretching the ass hole of this anal-whore dickgirl. She had stopped fisting the hole a while ago as it had stretched far enough that it was taking driving her hand further and further inside to get an erection out of her. So now she had both hands gripping at the sides of the sphincter pulling with all that her tired hands could manage, stretching the hole so wide that she bet even her sister’s clone's cock would be near roomy inside. It was difficult holding this position, she had to prop herself on her elbows and hold her hips up in the air so as not to crush her very pregnant belly. She knew that any moment now she would be giving birth. Sadly, she had not been able to rush back to her sister’s for some proper cum, instead using some of the inferior but necessary supply covering the carpet to fill her fertile womb. With each scoop of the life-giving substance her pregnancy had grown visibly. The motherly bump rounding out as it stretched her skin taught over her stomach. If she didn’t get out of here soon then she might need to call the nurse to the room to help...

She was starting up again on her sucking, bobbing motion when she noticed the lack of noise coming from her partner. It took a moment for her tired brain to understand just what had happened. When she did she looked up to see the cute slumbering face. She nearly cried in relief, she was free.

*Thump*

Ivy more fell into the door than opening it. Holding a hand to her swollen midriff she brought her hand up to her face a small magical light forming in between her index and thumb. She spoke into the spell exhausted and gasping. “Rosa.. I’m… I need you to come get me. I’m down the hall from… haah... Tinn’s room by the uhhm....” she had to look around, not really certain where or really even when she was. “By the east baths I think. Please hurry, I think I’m about… ready.”

With that she fell to the floor, having expended too much of her dwindling stamina maintaining the communication.

Rosa didn’t waste time. Not a minute later the plump woman came careening down the hallway with another, sturdier, woman in tow. Exhausted and emotionally drained Ivy barely registered the race down the hall, basically being man handled by the stronger woman, being tossed on a comfortable hospital bed and the subsequent, oddly pleasurable labor.

As she had learned the previous day after the fair, giving birth as the daughter of a goddess of fertility was a near painless and pleasurable experience, her naturally stretchable vagina easily facilitating the birth.

sweating and on the verge of falling **** she held her newest daughter tightly feeling oddly warm and fulfilled despite the series of events leading up to this point. She carefully held to the fragile being as she drifted. Those small green eyes only occasionally opening a peek into the world she had just been born into. Did her skin look slightly… green?

Rosa leaned down and carefully pried the girl from the young mother, Ivy willingly letting it happen. It made her sad at the same time that a joyful smile grew on her lips.

As Tinn had told her yesterday after returning from the park, with her on the verge of giving birth as she had been moments ago. “This is a necessary part for you now, You will do this every time from now on and be happy about it and will accept it.” Tinn had seemed so energetic conveying those words. Usually when she was excited about something it was a bad sign, but try as she might Ivy couldn’t think of anything about the situation that Tinn should be happy about. Oddly, afterwards Tinn had made Celise forget about the room and everything that went on in there. She had been near to screaming during the whole trip as she carried the mistress on her horsecock.

Something was wrong about the situation, Ivy knew, she just could not place where the worry was originating from.

Ivy watched Rosa place her just born daughter on a comfy looking pedestal. Two large crystals stood upright, one below and the other suspended above.

Again, like the day before Rosa said very little, her usually caring and attentive attitude feeling muted. A sad look in her dark eyes as she stared off towards the contraption. A matronly woman if there ever was one in every regard, hired because a person like Tinn had someone for literally everything.

“Rosa, am I a bad mother?” The question came unbidden to her.

Rosa didn’t look back at her.

“I…I don’t know.” She whispered as she pressed down onto something, her face studiously expressionless.

The portal magic whirred loudly, the baby somehow keeping quiet, and in a flash of purple light Ivy’s daughter disappeared.

Ivy smiled widely, her cheek quivering as a tear prickled there.

Aria surreptitiously squirmed in discomfort in a throne made of literal gold and diamonds. When Celise had said that this was what that woman… Lienne? Had told them was ready, she had not been expecting this. The throne sat upon a dais in the center of a large hall. Every inch covered in layers of complicated and expensive looking designs made of every expensive material Aria had heard of and many more which she had not. Pillars of carved marble lined the hall, between which glass of a clearly magical quality let in light that danced upon the velvety carpet and the painted stone in unnatural ways.

She tugged at the hem of the dark skirt which she’d borrowed from the girls’ wardrobe before heading out. She was only slightly shorter than her daughters so it had only taken a little while to find something that fit her nicely and was respectable enough for the apparent owner of a multinational corporation.

Well... except for the bust. That was one thing about being one of Cianna’s daughters, they were all blessed beyond the norm in all those “traditionally desirable feminine traits”. She ran a hand across her hip feeling her skin through the stretched fabric. At least the waist fit snugly on her.

Even though she was mother to a group of girls in their early twenties Aria appeared at first glance like a woman in her prime. Cianna had offered many times to perform more complicated procedures to further enhance her beauty (more specifically her breasts, Cianna REAAAALLY loved breasts) but Aria had opted to only take what would extend her youthfulness. She looked down to the see on the floor by her feet Cianna nuzzled against her foot. Aria had tried to get the woman to stand or sit in a chair or something but she was infuriatingly uncooperative in that aspect. So eventually she had settled for this, letting the woman she so wished she could just talk to continue to pretend to be an animal.

She reached down to ruffle the voluptuous woman's dark hair "If we get out of this I'll get those knockers you want so bad you silly woman." Cianna looked up to her wife, her curvy butt wagging and tongue out breathing heavily as if expecting a treat.

On her other side sat a chair which Aria had **** some guard to bring up which Celise sat in. Her head bobbed about to some unheard tune, her feet kicking between the legs of the chair below her. Those large bunny ears flopped about on her head with each movement. The futa had on a similar outfit to her mother. The only noticeable difference being the hole in her skirt that let her semi-hard dick and large balls hang comfortably in her lap.

Before leaving Celise had stopped to whisper something in Eve’s ear, a look of excitement in her eyes. Eve had responded, grinning back, and then *snap* *snap*.

Aria was somewhat concerned about her daughter’s liberal use of that power but had decided to trust the two of them to, in the end, have the best at heart. Things just might get a little… kinky. Something which she was not entirely opposed to. She remembered some of the weird and kinky magics that Cianna had introduced to her when she had first started dating the goddess. Yeah... a little fun never hurt anyone...

Celise’s fingers moved to scratch at the side of her cock absently and she jolted as the lengthy rod hardened further. She looked to her mother then, a blush growing on her cheeks at the same time that she mouthed the word “sorry”.

Aria chuckled at her youngest’s antics. She was glad that she had suggested she come along for this even if she might not be the most… intelligent of the group. Just her being here helped Aria’s racing heart. A group of guards and press stood scattered about the throne room. Not so many that the place was packed, but enough that Aria, who usually stood in Cianna’s shadow, felt light headed and somewhat unsure of herself. Cianna's presence helped but with her still incapable of communicating she felt exposed in a way she had never experienced before.

Celise seemed to notice something then. Her hand showed itself to Aria as the younger girl gripped to her mother’s hand firmly.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got your back mom.” she winked cutely, raising a thumb in affirmation.

Feeling a swell of love in her chest, Aria gripped tightly to her daughter’s wrist and brought her other over to hug tightly to the buxom girl, leaning far over the side of her ornate seat.

“Thank you Cel, it means alot.” the hug went on long enough Aria had to ignore the pain in her side from the arm of her chair as she gripped her daughter giving a loving kiss on her cheek.

After a moment they separated and Aria smiled warmly at her. The moment was somewhat tarnished then by Celise trying to smile back and failing as her whole face flushed. Celise’s dick stood so erect that it was pressing into the cloth between her firm breasts.

Aria couldn’t help herself, she burst out in a fit of silly giggles. So caught up in the sweet moment with her daughter she had forgotten about “that”. She’d thought she felt something bump into her darkly clothed breast as they’d hugged.

Many of those ambling about the throne room looked up to their liege with expressions ranging between curiosity and astonishment, their conversations forgotten momentarily by the odd change in attitude of the ruler they all knew.

“MoOoohmm…” Celise pouted, trying to cover up her raging erection.

Eve loved sucking cock. She especially loved when that dick was big. Like so big that it hurt. The way it felt to be absolutely impaled on one of these delicious, smelly dicks was mind numbing in the best sense of the phrase. It didn’t matter that this was only a temporary fetish, somehow she would make un-modified Eve understand. Being throat fucked by a stallion is the fucking height of experience.

Eve moved her hand up to make a necessary change.

“Alright, my turn!” Suddenly Eve lost her balance as she was roughly flipped by somebody, the friction on her smashed uvula causing her to buck, a stream of cum flying up in the air as she ended the turn on her back. *snap*

“Hahaha! Look at that! She came just like that!” the voice gleefully yelled before Eve felt her change dick being engulfed by wet hotness. The appendage continued to expel her magical load into whatever hole was currently milking her dry.

It took her a moment to become clear headed enough to register what just happened. Wait… did she just use a snap?

As realization swept over her that she had no clue what she had changed her horny little heart pumped fresh energy into her, stopping her dick's post-orgasm decline.

“Oh fuck! Look at her, she’s changing!” Eve heard from somewhere in the room.

The sounds of squelching sex slowed in the room as whatever was happening to Eve’s partner transpired.

“Oooh that's kinky!” someone said

"I want one!"

“Fuck. Whanna run a train girls?” another voice said

“Hottest change gets the girls to herself for an hour?” Someone left of Eve piped in. Several voices responded with an enthusiastic “Deal!” and the room was filled with the sound of motion. In a few moments Eve felt hands, cocks and breasts caressing every part of her body. She had no idea how many clones were in the room at the moment, her vision still covered by the thick thighs of whoever currently claimed her throat.

Eve couldn’t remember the last time she felt this inflamed with lust. Here she was, impaled on a dick massive enough to beat a dozen men, surrounded with slutty girls who were all **** for her own seed, seed which would irreversibly change them into god fucking know’s what and she'd just used a snap on... somebody?

Elsewhere…

Raiya hummed to herself as she slowly and evenly moved the brush in long slow strokes, enjoying the comforting simplicity of the act. Her other arm lay relaxed across the flank of the large animal, her small cheek resting against the prickling strands of fur.

It had been ages since Tinn had last visited the stables. The best Raiya could determine, the only reason Tinn even had horses was because she had the means so of course she had them. Not that she was complaining of course. It just meant Raiya had more alone time with the majestic animals. Between caring for them, training them and just spending time with them she had plenty to do. It was just sometimes she did get lonely, the only people who ever seemed to visit were those girls Tinn kept and that was a once in a blue moon sort of thing. She sighed, thinking back to the last time that Ivy and Celise had visited. Ivy, so mature and interested in learning about Raiya’s own hobbies. Patiently watching as she described how to do all the mundane things she did every day. Even willing to learn a little to help her on occasion, quickly becoming a natural with the animals.

Then... when she would bend over to pick up a brush and Raiya would get an unadulterated look at how wide those hips were and the plump cheeks that bounced and jiggled. When she would pet the tall animals, her massive, milky, mammaries smushed under her as she reached. When Raiya would be teaching the half-goddess how to feed and water them and those open, caring, green orbs stared intimately into her own largely colorless and plain pair so attentive to what she was saying.

Raiya blushed slightly and had to **** her attention back on the stroking motions of the rump before her. Her dick now hard as nails below her large form.

“Hey! What are you doing back there? You’re going to mess up my fur!”

Raiya blushed further after being caught.

“Sorry, Rora. I guess I’m just… distracted.” Then maybe a little too hurriedly she added in “just tired, you know?”

Aurora shook her head, the long white hair rippling around her barely clothed human half, the hoofs below making clopping noises as she re-oriented herself.

“You should just ask one of them out! You already spend so much time with them anyway. They obviously have no problem with our kind.”

Raiya didn’t respond, not wanting to acknowledge that she’d been thinking about the raven haired goddesses upstairs again.

Aurora was obviously right, those three clearly had no problem with being around her or others like her. Any time they could get the time to come by they were nothing but the best of friends, talking to her in ways that other’s never did, treating her like just any other human being.

She just needed to work up the courage to ask Ivy what she thought of the idea. Would that work? Could she ask the woman a “hypothetical” and get away with it if the response was “no”? Raiya realized she had gotten distracted again and had to right her strokes on her stable-mate’s hind-quarters.

Aurora sighed with a look of hopeless frustration at Raiya.