No

“No!”

“Then you must die.” The voice hisses back at you in your head. All around you the fallen lifeless bodies begin to stir. Soon cold hands grab at you and clawed fingers and elongated mouths bite at your powerful form. But you are far from helpless, and in a blur of motion you send several heads and arms falling from the animated corpses. Sadly, while it makes it harder for them to fight, they don't seem to need any of these to continue moving. They are apparently not classic zombies, but rather more like fingers or weapons wielded by some unseen ****. Undaunted you simply blaze a trail chopping and slicing at anything and everything with your created weapons. Bloodlessly they fall before your onslaught, but the tide seems endless. You fight as a whirlwind of motion and soon have a small area cleared out so you have a moment to think and concentrate on the mouth of the sewer cave to teleport yourself to safety. A laugh in your head tells you that it isn't possible. “Foolish worm, you will die here like you were meant to. My power is limited without a body, but still great enough to hold you here. Then the bodies are on you again pressing the attack, you continue to fight, now trying to push your way to the door, but the room keeps seeming to spin, till you aren't even sure of which way to go. Lacking a direction, you simply decide you must reach a wall, and with great effort you fight back the tide till you finally hit one of the walls. Keeping one hand on it at all times, you fight on and on making your way around the room till you finally see the door. Gripping the handles you rip it open, nearly tearing it off of the wall with your new forms power.

As the door blows open you are shocked to see a pair of men in nearly matching armor, one gold the other silver, and a second pair of women, wearing simple gold and silver robes. “I see you found our bed chamber.” One of the women says as you stand there stunned. Then pulling a thin glass vial out up, she hurls it at you. As the tiny drops of liquid touch your body, the effects of the demonic potion are instantly dispelled and as you drop to your feet, you feel the strong hands of the last surviving man grab hold of your neck from behind. “Wait, the ritual must finish.” The other woman says holding up her hand, and you hear the dagger he was holding clatter to the ground.

“So be it.” He says lifting you up, and pulls you down onto his now once again engorged member. As his cock enters your anus the effects of the ritual once again overtake your senses and your own cock soon swells to full length, and your hands grip your own, now apparently larger due to your encounter with the beast below, breasts. Soon the two of you drop to the ground, as he pounds your ass mercilessly with his cock, that you are sure has to be the largest in the world due to the fact that you are pretty sure that each thrust pushes it high enough that you can see the bulge under your skin on your belly, just under your ribcage.