Owen gets to work while a small distraction occupies Aires

Aires and Owen walked side by side back through Othrys, the entourage of soldiers-turned-bimbos, the still sane Yvonne, and Evelith behind them, heading for the impressive Citadel rising at the center of the city. The god recognized the work of his lover and wondered how he was going to thank her for it. The massive structure made in equal parts of tree and metal gave an impression of power and indomitability, exactly what he wanted for the seat of his throne. He'd have to wait until he was closer to see the fine details, but the message it sent from afar was clear.

"Damn, that was quick," Owen said next to him, voicing his own thoughts. "I get a sex dungeon in that, right? No evil overlord's tower is complete without a sex dungeon. Plus, then I can fill it with hot girls to mind break with tentacles and shit."

"I'm sure we can find room. I'm not an evil overlord though." Owen immediately leveled a disbelieving look at the taller man and began counting off on his fingers.

"You go around and fuck whoever you want, often by ****; you lead an army of fanatics that would do anything you say; you have a harem of subservient, willing women, some of which voluntarily call themselves your slaves; you have underlings with dubious intentions; you literally isolated and conquered this city; and there's a secret organization laying siege to your city with the intent to stop you and save humanity. Please explain to me how you could possibly not be an evil overlord."

"I thought you were supposed to be wacky and funny, not methodical and capable of ruthlessly dismantling your overlord's conception of self," the king asked, not even bothering to refute Owen's completely correct and justified points. In retrospect, it was pretty obvious he wasn't the good guy, no matter how you looked at the current situation.

"I can totally focus when I want to. How do you think I learned so much about the Contagion? Hours upon hours of strict, formulaic experimentation and analysis, followed by careful consideration of discoveries and holy shit, that's hot." Aires scoffed at how ineffective Owen's argument was when he abruptly refocused in the middle of it, but upon turning to see what the eccentric man saw, he found he couldn't disagree. A young woman was masturbating against a wall a little ways away, her face flushed and eyes fluttering while her hands desperately pumped the thick futa shaft rising from between her legs. Listening closely, Aires could hear her gasps from where he was, the sound heavy and full of need. That wasn't what held his attention though: the girl looked familiar. He couldn't quite place her, but that wasn't really surprising given how many women he had seen and infected since he first changed. He had to block off the sight of her curvy body and focus on just her head and brown hair before he recognized her.

"How did she get here?" he wondered out loud.

"You know who she is? What's her name? Do you think she'd let me suck her dick?"

"I thought you only liked girls?" Aires asked Owen, confused, as usual, by the handsome man's tastes.

"I'm not sure if you've noticed, but that's a girl. She's got a dick, but so do I. Futas are just girls with dicks. And that's hot. So who is she?"

"Whatever. I don't know her name, but she was from the city I first infected, out in the suburbs. Her dad had some survival thing set up, I think, so I made it so she would turn into a futa and sent her on her way. She either got bored with her family or managed to resist fucking them; either way it seems that she's here now," Aires explained, watching the girl get closer and closer to cumming. Owen nodded along with him, just as interested in the scene. In fact, they were so interested in watching (or fucking each other in the bimbos' case) that they didn't notice a haggard-looking police officer approaching the woman until he was right in front of her.

"How the hell is there a cop still trying to stop anything?" Aires wondered aloud.

"Maybe he's just really dedicated. Or **** for something normal. Or stupid." Owen's offered possibilities all seemed reasonable enough.

"Hey. Hey! Hey, girl! Stop that this instant or I'll charge you for public indecency! You heard me, stop!" the cop yelled at the unresponsive futa, who had her eyes pinched shut from tension at this point. Apparently tired of being ignored in favor of a cock fit to burst, the taller police officer grabbed one of the brunette's hands and yanked it off her cock. The movement was sudden and proved to be too much for the already close futa. Her enormous dick throbbed and pulsed, jumping powerfully before white cream shot from its head. She grunted in blissful release and ejaculated blast after blast of semen directly into the astonished and recoiling police officer's face.

Aires laughed as the man in blue fell away from the still orgasming futa, feeling an odd sense of joy. Owen just looked at him like he was nuts and shook his head.

"I will regret this, but what's so funny?" the brunet asked, almost succeeding in taking some of the sarcasm out of his voice. Aires kept chuckling as the futa girl stopped cumming and dropped to her knees while the cop continued to wipe away sticky semen.

"I'm remembering how I made that girl. What I turned her into. If she made it back to her daddy, she probably gave him the same treatment that guy is about to get."

"Stop being vague and fucking tell me already."

"He won't be a he for much longer."

Right on cue, the man choked and his legs started to shake, just a little at first but getting worse quickly. He went to his knees, which were exposed now thanks to his slacks rapidly shortening. "You...my voice, my...I...no no nNNNGGH!!" He groaned loudly with a higher pitched voice, his back arching first, popping some of the buttons on his shirt open, before his hips thrust forward. The legs of his pants disappeared, turning them into a skirt just in time to show off his dick as it unloaded, decorating the pavement with a much smaller load than he had just taken to the face. It was obvious when he ran dry, his testicles getting sucked up into his body just before his dick did. A cute pair of lips replaced it, the folds immediately soaked with arousal.

"I need it, need it so BAD! Fuck me with your big cock!!" the police officer begged with a deep but undeniably feminine voice. She grabbed one of her thickening thighs with slender digits and lifted, showing the dickgirl just where she needed it. "I've got a pussy now, so fuck it! Do it, DO IT! DO ME!" The futa didn't wait to be asked again, pushing her always-ready cock into the femininized cop's waiting cunt. With each inch that sank into the dark-haired woman's virgin pussy, her breasts blossomed and flourished, until the futa was buried up to the base and the cop had a marvelous pair of boobs pushing her skimpy shirt-turned-bustier to its limit. The former man didn't seem to care in the slightest about her radical transformation, only in making sure her pelvis was at the optimal angle to get fucked.

"So he turns into a she. Yeah, that's incredible. Definitely haven't seen that at all before. And I definitely haven't ever seen a girl grow a dick, which is what's going to happen next, right? I'm going to go do something actually important. You know, like we're supposed to." Aires rolled his eyes at Owen's annoyance, but had to acknowledge that he was somewhat right. If he wanted, he could have definitely just gone up to the recovering brunette and gotten what he wanted from her, but interrupting seemed rude and largely unnecessary. "Yvonne, come with me, time to fulfill your promise. And remember what we said about trying to run." Owen's warning didn't match his light-hearted tone, but Yvonne still took it seriously. Thinking he didn't mean it wouldn't lead to anything good.

"Can we come too?" Reagan asked breathily, having just a little trouble getting the words out thanks to Tasha playing with the bimbo queen's tits. The rest of the of the former soldiers were having a bit of trouble too, mostly because they were focused on either Aires, the departing Owen, or the futa and her feminized victim, basically drooling over all the dicks around. The fact that there were only three in the vicinity and undoubtedly more than that nearby didn't even register in their pretty, empty heads.

"Do you want to?" Owen asked, a bit confused at the question. As far as he was concerned, they had to reason to follow him. He was right too.

"C-can't we? You're taking Yvonne. Yvonne was...um...I think she was nice? Tasha, was Yvonne nice?"

"I dunno, I think I was angry at her. But I think I was angry at you too, but all I want is you to eat me out. When are you going to eat me out?" the brunette asked, probably able to remember more if she had bothered to focus. As it was, overriding lust was pretty much all she could focus on.

"You could just go and find some guys to fuck. Or girls, whatever," Owen offered, completely unsurprised when some of the women turned to his with expressions of wonder.

"There's guys around here?" one of them asked, awe in her voice. Owen just nodded slowly, rolling his eyes. The bimbos only caught the first part of that.

"Where?!"

"That way," Aires said, pointing in a direction he knew didn't have a massive population of Infected yet, more on the edge of the city. It would be a good place to have a bunch of brainless sexpots; if anyone managed to get through the wall in that direction, they wouldn't get far before being set upon by a horde of horny sluts.

By the time Aires turned back to the recovering futa and still-convulsing former man, the bimbos were scattering and Owen and Yvonne had walked off, leaving just him and Evelith, who was hugging one of his arms between her tits and tracing her fingers along his muscles. "Are we going to wait much longer? She seems recovered," the curvy blonde asked, indicating to the brunette stroking the last globs of jizz out of her long dick.

"She's done, but the show isn't over yet." Aires patiently waited and watched as Owen's words started to come true. The raven-haired cop abruptly stopped thrashing on the ground and laid still, her small fists clenching above her head. Already sizable breasts ballooned to ridiculous size, nipples and areolas becoming massive and puffy. At the same time, the skin above her new vagina bulged out, like something beneath the skin was pushing against it. Her already spread legs were **** out further, thighs trembling.

"It's cominnnnggg.....it's coming baaacckk!!" Her eyes drifted towards each other, starting to cross, while a large sphere dropped just in front of her cunt, only getting larger once it was free of her body. A second followed right behind, two massive testicles resting on the ground between her spread legs. "It's inside meeeeee!!! Sooo biiIIIGGG!!! This is gonna feel soooo gooooooddddDDDDDGGGNNNGHHLLHHSSS!!!!" Words turned into mere expressions of bliss, her tongue sticking out of her mouth while the bulge on her groin got bigger. Her hips jerked with desperation, trying to thrust like she had so many times before when she was a man. "FUUGHH-INGGGG CCCLLLLOOSSSEEEE!! YESSHH YESH YESSSS!!!"

In an instant, her dick burst forward, many sizes larger and dozens of times more sensitive than it had been just minutes before. Veins instantly appeared, filled with blood and her urethra bulged with thick jizz. The moment the tip opened, gooey semen shot up and splattered back down, slathering the man-become-woman-becum-futa with her own abundant load. She wasn't able to speak through the pleasure, but from the look on her face and how her dick pulsed with each shot it released, no words were needed to show how much she loved it.

"Can I fuck you?" one of the bimbos that had dispersed asked, having come back to stand over the former cop. Somehow she had managed to avoid getting blasted with cum, though she looked like a target any man would want to hit, especially if they were into that fake blonde slut look. Big, perfectly round boobs that spoke of artificial enhancement sat on her chest, though in truth the bimbo strain that coursed through her made them naturally like that. Massive pink dicksucking lips were on her face too, parted to show just a hint of the warm cavern they guarded. The rest of her was slim, as expected, with bleached blonde hair falling from her supremely empty head. She could have been mistaken for a lifelike sex doll if it wasn't for her slow breathing.

"No, but you can **** on my girl dick!!" the cop cried, lunging for the bimbo and knocking her to the ground. Presented with a massive dick right in front of her drooling mouth, the slut did what came naturally to her and sucked it into her throat, forcing as much in as she could. The futa supported her in the endeavor with thrusting hips and testicles that were rapidly swelling with more cum.

"We meet again. Did you make it back to daddy before you snapped?" Aires asked, ignoring the fucking couple and looking down at the blissed out brunette with an only slightly limp cock.

"H...he let me in. One of his last mistakes." She groaned a little while standing up, stretching happily before her palms wrapped around her shaft again.

"I assume he is a she now, along with the rest of your family?"

"And the rest of the neighbors daddy liked before he became my other mommy. We all had a lot of fun in that bunker. Then we got out. They're here somewhere too, probably haven't gone far yet."

"You just got here. How? No one can get in, the wall makes sure of it."

"We just...walked in."

"You couldn't have just walked in. How did you do it?!"

"We just...did. The wall was open. I don't know." Aires' eyes bored into hers, every increasingly more uncomfortable, but she couldn't look away, couldn't even blink. The god's eyes blazed scarlet, the same color as his hair and literally glowing, before he finally scoffed and turned away. "You really don't know. At least you'll be able to do one thing for me though, Heather."

"How...how do you know my name?" Heather asked, one hand leaving her cock to hold her head. She had the strangest headache.

"I could quote your life verbatim after the search I just did in your head, but that'd be a waste of time. All I need is you to be ready to go to war for me. Not a big ask, given the circumstances."

"What the fuck do you mean? I don't-" She was in the middle of thinking that this man couldn't just say that to her when he locked eyes with her again, his crimson gaze holding her in place with fear. Her heart pounded in her chest, blood running hot and cold, every neuron in her head trying to find an escape and only coming up with panic. She started hyperventilating, feeling sparks inside her head that she could only describe as fingers trailing across her brain.

"You are mine, Heather. I own you: your body, your mind, your soul. I could end you with a thought and without a care. Those are the circumstances." Aires' voice rattled her bones and made her stomach churn. She would have thrown up in that moment if she had been in control of herself, but her limbs wouldn't obey her. They obeyed the god in front of her. "Remember that." He turned away and she immediately collapsed on her knees, lungs heaving for air. Satisfied he got his message across, Aires decided to have a bit of mercy on her and gave her a moment to recover.

The bimbo that had gotten face fucked by the futa cop made for an easy enough distraction. Now finished with happily getting her throat ****, she had changed again. Every inch of the woman seemed to be made of soft curves now, from the slope of her neck, down along the swells of her even bigger, more natural looking boobs, along her lightly padded arms and waist, across her wider butt and jiggly thighs, down to her feet and up to the tip of her brand new dick. It didn't have the thickness of the other two nearby futas, but was long enough that she wouldn't have any issue fellating herself if she chose to. And judging from the way she was panting and moving her tongue around to search for any semen she might have missed, she would find that out very soon.

"Wanna fuck my pussy next? Or maybe I fuck yours? Hehe, being a girl with a dick is, like, the best. No, better than the best! The super best!!" the newest futa said ditzily. She was still just as much a bimbo as before, the only thing that was truly different was the aching cock between her legs and the sex drive that went with it. Aires snickered at the thought of her turning more people into bimbo futas and, with a few minor tweaks to the Contagion inside the woman, ensured that exactly that would happen.

Satisfied that Heather had been given the chance to collect herself a little, Aires looked down at the girl. She glanced up at him too, torn between looking at him as a sign of respect or definitely not looking at him as a sign of deference. She was unable to decide and breathed a sigh of relief when he turned away and started walking.

"You can have a portion of the city for yourself and your kind, do whatever you want. Just be ready, the call will come soon." If Heather had been able to see the look on the Divine god's face, she would have lost what little composure she had regained for how entirely terrifying it was. His tone was nearly enough to do it anyways.

"I'm almost ready."