No Stars! No Bounty! (Unfinished, accidental publish)

Where there should be multiple headline articles about hundreds of people disappearing there's instead local news about a car jacking gone wrong, rumors of a police corruption scandal, and two biographies on nominees for mayor. Beyond that is drivel that does not matter to you. You are above the meaningless ramblings of NIMBYs. This state of normalcy in the local media is not permanent; especially if your actions, and the actions of other preds are being covered up by someone in a public office. Its only a matter of time before a mountain of shit hits the fan.

For now, you need to prepare for that party.

You startle your thrall who had fallen into a cum drunk stupor. "Amber get the details on that party, I will handle our clothing situation."

Amber bolts, scrambling on all fours to get to her phone and by the time you blink shes out of the room. Good to know shes fast. And a gremlin...

Standing up, you try to compact the biomass you've accumulated into something less notable. No matter how hard you will yourself smaller, 6'3 (190cm) is as small as you can manage and despite your best attempts to be "girly" you still look like a musclebound amazonian goddess, and concealing a full size shotgun in your baggy sweatpants would be easier than hiding the goliath cock you've grown. Then it hits you like a ton of bricks, you've been compacting your biomass in all the wrong ways. Rather than just making yourself smaller you could also re-distribute the mass to other parts to achieve a more natural look. You will your flesh to flow, and it flows like water, your monstrous package shrinks down to a hide-able size, distributing its mass to your other assets. ////Your new form is rounder more approachable, a small amount of chunk in the right places and you look like a tall female powerlifter, nowhere near tiny, but not completely out of place. Your baggy disguise is now actually effective.

You step out into the open, closing the door with a light thunk. Daylight is blindingly bright but your eyes adjust fast enough. The parking lot is barren save for a couple of beater vehicles that haven't seen maintenance in years, courtesy of a college alumni budget. making your way out of the student housing you strut confidently and quickly to a clothing store one of your more vain meals frequented.

Random passersby pay no heed to you, and soon enough you reach your destination. A large clothing store of mid-high end clothing and etc. Keeping it simple for yourself get a backless and sleeveless black dress that goes down to your knees, and a pair of high-heels which will no doubt be destroyed by midnight. it occurs to you that your thralls taste is completely unknown to you. Oh well. You opt for something slutty yet casual compared to your try hard personal choice, crop top and loose jeans. While looking for a pair of jeans wide enough to accommodate Amber an employee walks up to you.

"Hello mam, finding everything okay?" Its clear this person has not had their will broken by 7.25 an hour.

For a moment you look into his eyes and your subconscious produces an impulse. Your body tenses as your willpower is tested and you narrowly avoid ripping off your own clothes obliterating this poor twink into cum, and for a moment your mind wanders. You imagine yourself churning him first, then the building and then the block, and more and more AND MORE, THE TEMPTATION, THE BIOMASS, THE THRALLS, ALL AWAITING THEIR TRUE PURPOSE YOU....

The biomass gets your attention again.

"Are you alright there?" he asks with a concerned look on his face.

"I think I have everything I need" you say with a smile.

The employee excuses himself and wanders off to help someone else. Using the self checkout you vacate the area before anything becomes too tantalizing. Your walk home however is not so uneventful. A hand shoots out from an alleyway you pass and tries to rip you into the darkness of the alley. You don't budge, Instead you turn to look directly into the alleyway to stare down your pitiful assailant. Meeting your stare with blue eyes is a very suddenly scared dark haired man, he stands at 5'9 and even compressed you easily dwarf him. You shove him further into alley let your disguise reshape itself, the thin layer of flab you wore turns to bulging rock-hard muscle making your clothes skin tight, your height expands and your man sized bulge becomes readily apparent to your attacker.

"wh- what- what the fu-" You silence him with your breasts by pinning him to the wall with them. You've not had a meal in hours and the compression hunger in your balls is strong! And this poor fuck just offered himself to you without even knowing it. still... it would be fun to mess with him a little bit..

whilst lost in thought on what to do, your prey tries to seize initiative by wrenching his head free and trying to spit in your eye. he misses.

"Awww. Don't waste your energy or precious bodily fluids, I am going to need every last drop of you," you smile sadistcally. "such vapid resistance benefits no one"

Your prey looks at you. "what the fuck are you saying?" and kicks you in the nuts.

In one kick you are reminded that none of your prey resisted traditionally and the sensation is like dropping your favorite mug, a wave of pain, sadness and regret washes over you as you have made the folly of not guarding your balls.

\/written by a tired catboy, unfinished. accidentally published and definitely getting re-written, dissatisfied. \/

as you're walking home the expensive clothes you bought and carried with you made must've attracted some attention as A hand shoots out of an alley way to grab your arm and pull you in, but the assailant is a weakling and cant even get you your course to budge. with a mighty *gurgle* the hunger in your tucked away balls begins to grow, and a snack is in order. You snap towards your assailant, the **** of your turn pushing him to the ground. Grabbing him by his hair you drag him effortlessly deeper into the alleyway and throw him up against the wall dazing him.

As he comes to, he tries to scream "wh-WHAT THE FUC-"

The scream is cut off shortly as you shove his face into your cock. You decide to waste a little bit of time, and do it the slow old fashioned way.

"You wanna know something fucked up? You ran into the one being on this planet that cant be stopped." you tease out.

Your victim tries to scream in response but the sound only stimulates your monstrous rod further and pre-cum floods his throat,

Boring even. how can someone make cockvore boring? Ugh. Picking up the pace and getting this distraction over with is preferable. Unleashing a bit more strength your monstrous slayer wetly sucks him down with a squelch.

CLENCH

glorp....

He is reduced to a statistic, a vague number in the back your mind. You re compress what you let loose, returning to your 6'3 form as best you can and walk back to your soon to be inadequate lair.

(Authors note): I started using a d20 to help write. its worked far better than expected.