Of Mushrooms and Monsters, Part 3 [Content Warning]

This chapter contains a scene of an enema being administered.

Toadette felt her nude and limp form being dragged over, closer to the entity that held her. She looked up to see a glorious blue bosom, each tit the size of melons with dark erect nipples half the size of her little finger. How much milk could those things produce? Toadette idly wondered.

“Like them?” The third voice asked and Toadette blearily nodded, “Hee hee, but I think you’ll like what’s down here more!”

Toadette felt something hot lay itself on her belly, and she looked down to see that from the being’s waist there had sprung two penises, each stacked on top of the other. The top one looked like a sculpture of the most erotically grotesque phallus Toadette had ever seen, made up primarily of all kinds of bumps and ridges and an incredibly pronounced bulge on the underside. The bottom one looked more like an anal sex toy that resembled a series of tapered oblong ovals, smallest at the tip, but almost as big around as Toadette’s fist at the base. They were both enormous, with the top reaching her belly button, and the bottom being even longer than that. They oozed copious amounts of precum onto her, filling her navel like a shot glass that had run over.

Toadette’s mind cleared just long enough to be overwhelmed with feelings of fear, trepidation, awe, and fascination all at the same time. She wasn’t afraid it wouldn’t fit. She was afraid of her mind being irreversibly broken before this was all over. But just as suddenly as those feelings overwhelmed her, they were gone against, washed away by the salty-sweet smell that hung in the air.

“Ohmidaddy, did you see her face?” The third voice giggled, “That was priceless!”

“Hold on,” the first voice said, and Toadette felt a thin tentacle slip into her anus, “Honestly, you two. Don’t you know that you’re supposed to clean out your toys before you use them? I don’t want to find nuggets on my dick later.”

Toadette’s eyes widened as the tentacle went in and in and in without stopping. She could only tell by the constant feeling of movement against her sensitive anus and by the way her stomach began to bulge. Was that…, was that her large intestine? Toadette was unsure if she felt grossed out or turned on by this experience. Soon enough, though it stopped growing, but the tentacle kept sliding in and the feeling of fullness kept growing in Toadette’s body. Saliva began building up in Toadette’s mouth, and she swallowed. It built up again swiftly and she swallowed again. Then again.

A sinking feeling began forming in Toadette’s engorged gut. Where was this headed? Her saliva became hot, and she swallowed, feeling a little sick. “Uh, um, miss? I don’t mean to be rude, but I think…, I think I’m going to…, going to…,”

Toadette heaved, and the tentacle’s head burst out of her mouth. Oddly, enough it didn’t burn her throat, even though it must have just exited out of her stomach. That went all the way through her?? But it didn’t end there, the tentacle began to spray out a white, milky, and sweet-smelling liquid first from the tip and then out of other holes along the shaft in a spiral pattern, coating Toadette, the walls, and ceiling. But then Toadette’s eyes widened even more, that liquid was going to fill her up even more? Was that even possible?

But fill her up it did, from her mouth, down her throat, and then finally her stomach it all distended, making it look like Toadette had become nine months pregnant in a manner of moments. Finally, Toadette felt the hot spray of whatever-it-was spray out of and onto her ass, and then the tentacle began retracting itself, and Toadette coughed and sputtered as she was able to breathe freely again. She watched with an odd fascination as almost the opposite from before occurred. Toadette couldn’t trace the tentacle’s movement as it retracted herself from he gut, but she could see the swelling of her belly lower dramatically as it did.

Finally with a small pop, the tentacle retracted itself fully from Toadette, and large amounts of the mystery substance poured itself from Toadette’s now gaping hole. She was afraid that it was going to stink, but if anything, it smelled like hot vanilla icing. Having her candy-scented enema empty out of her ass in front of this being was humiliating but somehow it still massively turned her on.

“Ugh, and you call me gross,” the third voice said in disgust, “All the way through? Really?”

“One must be thorough when cleaning her toys,” was all the first voice said.

A hand pushed onto Toadette’s tummy, and the rest of the viscous liquid poured out of her. At this point, Toadette was beyond caring. She had been objectified, violated, and given pleasures she never knew possible this whole time, what was a little more humiliation? It’s not like it was an unfamiliar experience. Some of those lords had some really eccentric tastes. Whatever her reward for this was going to be, it had to be out of this world!

“Alright,” the third voice said, apparently satisfied. Toadette looked down, her belly was about back to its normal size, but she had a sneaking suspicion that its elasticity was about to be challenged one more time. Toadette moved again, and she felt both of those dicks teasing her holes, “I’m going in, now!”

Toadette’s mind went blank as she felt her holes being stretched to their absolute limit. Slowly, both dicks penetrated her with Toadette feeling every bump and ridge as it passed through her tight openings. After what felt like five minutes, they finally bottomed out in her, and Toadette’s chest heaved in pleasure. Big! They were so big! Gritting her teeth, she looked down. Despite being the fullest she could possibly be just a little while earlier, nothing beat the sight that she saw before her now: a gigantic, phallic shaped bulge reaching from her pelvis to her belly button. That thing had actually fit inside her?? Toadette’s snatch tightened, and the entity felt it.

“Like that, do ya?”

“Yes, yes! Ohmistars, yes!!” Toadette cried, her hips bucking on their own, “Fill me up! Stretch my holes out until they’re ruined and useless! Fuck! Me!”

The entity didn’t need telling twice, multiple sets hands grabbed a hold of Toadette and pumped her up and down on the being’s double phallus like she were an onahole. So many sensations washed over her mind, battling over each other for supremacy until Toadette’s mind essentially shut down, eyes crossed, and tongue lolling out. She drooled and squirted on herself several times before it was over and she didn’t care. All that mattered was sex and the pleasure derived from it.

“I think we broke her.” the second voice said in an amused tone.

“Her ahegao is so cute, look at her tongue!” The third replied

“Please be more gentle with her,” the first voice admonished, “Anymore orgasms like that and she might remember too much.”

“Don’t worry, I’m almost there!”

Almost on cue, hot semen poured out of the being and into Toadette, bringing the mushroom girl into one final, heaven and earth shattering orgasm. Hands clapped down on her eyes and mouth as she screamed at the top of her lungs into the night wordlessly, her entire personality distilled for one moment into only the most primal need: the need for sex.

All of her energy completely spent, Toadette fainted, unknowingly falling gently into a large pool of eldritch semen. All she knew was that is was warm and that she had never been so sexually satisfied before in her entire life.

She may have caught some snippets of a conversation before her mind completely vanished from the waking world.

“There’s so much to clean up.”

“Well, who’s fault is that?”

“Let’s just get her clothed again, first of…,”

“Awww, I missed the Queen’s ahegao!”

“...could you not interrupt me when I’m speaking?”

When Toadette eventually came to, she was lying in the servant’s hall next to the Queen’s Bedchambers. What was she doing here again? It wasn’t to take a nap. Oh yeah, she had to drop off the Hero’s clothes, but where were they? Toadette silently opened the service door to the room, only to she that Mario’s garments had already been dropped off on the nearby table. On the opposite side of the room, the Queen and her lover were cuddling in the bed, fast asleep. Her tits were out and the Hero was cupping one from behind. The room smelled strongly of sex.

Toadette blushed and closed the door just as silently. She didn’t remember putting those out, or much of anything after Mario had entered the room. She turned to return back the way she came, unsure of how she was going to explain this or her absence to the head maid. She then noticed something scratching her on the chest. Confused, she pulled at the collar of her dress to see that a piece of pastel pink paper had been lodged in her bra. She pulled it out, and held it out to the nearest light so that she could read the flowing silver script.

“Dearest Toadette,” it said, “I had a grand old time! As a promise for your good behavior, here’s your reward: No matter how large of an object you place in any of your holes, not only will it now fit, no matter what, but your openings will always be as springy, tight, and elastic as it had been around my cock.
“With love, Vidyhyne."
“Addendum: Your ass is also now self-cleaning and self-lubricating. You’ll never have to do an enema or use lube again.”

Toadette swiftly folded the piece of paper up and stuck it right back where she’d found it, blushing profusely. Who found out about her secret fetish? Was this a prank? Who was this “Vidyhyne” person? What kind of name was that, anyway? It sounded like totally made up nonsense! These thoughts swirled around her head as her feet beat a furious path back to the servants’ quarters.

But then a memory of a dream pulled at Toadette, and she stopped, placing a hand on her stomach, and thinking about how empty it felt right now. Maybe…, maybe when she got some alone time, it wouldn’t hurt to see if what was written on that paper had any validity to it...