Broken By Her Own Bimbo

Stella hasn't gone out of her tower in months. Envoys of the King regularly come knocking down at her door, requesting her return to the court; The galladian army is sorely missing her support in combat.

Stella does not want to return to the battlefield. She does not want to do anything anymore, besides being ravaged by her horny bimbo. Every second away from her fuckdoll and her massive green prick fills her with dread.

There is enough intellect left in her to realize what is happening, how she has been cursed by her own magic interacting with the orc's over-inflated libido. But she doesn't have the will to try and fight it anymore, and thus she spends all of her waking time debasing herself with her horny bimbo. Their near-constant intercourse leaves her mind addled with bliss.

Xena's thick nutspunk provides all the water and nutrition that Stella needs. Much more, actually, which she realizes when she sees herself in the mirror. On top of the obvious bump of her pregnant belly, she notices that her already-curvy body has grown a bit larger. Her hips, thighs, ass and breasts have all been fattened by her steady orc-cum diet.

The pregnancy was inevitable, with her fertile womb getting absolutely clogged full of potent sperm on a daily basis. Her feeble-minded sex toy sometimes rubs the growing belly; Xena doesn't know much anymore, but she still has enough primitive instincts left to recognize a mate carrying her offsprings.

This is her life now. She has become a sex toy and a baby factory for a sex-crazed idiot. Her own spells, her own creation has caused her downfall. But she doesn't care, she is much too happy in her new life to bother with any of her previous worries. Her new life is fun, perfect and she intends to keep it up as long as she can.