Schoolgirls Get Upgraded

The big day had finally arrived, as one of Rob’s long-term plans would finally come to fruition. Yes, Re-New-U BodyTech (as the public-facing salon and clinic had been named) and it’s treatment wasn’t yet open to the public (damn FDA…) but with their graduation looming, it was time for the girls of Slut Class to be rewarded for their hard work and devotion by being the first girls to experience the final version of Mercy’s genius technology.

Of course, when Rob and Samus (dressed like a professional office lady in her role as his assistant) walked into the storefront, the last thing they expected to see was Sombra, bound and gagged. Literally lashed to a load-bearing pillar in the middle of the clinic’s reception area. She struggled against her bonds and let out muffled cries of distress the moment she saw Rob.

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Ron and Samus both stopped short at the sight, gawking at Sombra for several long seconds. The pause only caused Sombra to thrash about even more frenzied, shrill shrieks escaping the ball gag. Eventually, Rob regained enough wherewithal to motion to Samus that she should probably untie her.

Free of her bondage, Sombra fell to her knees, gasping in relief, before looking at Rob with wild, pleading eyes. “Oh, thank god you’re here, jefe! You gotta get me out of here. That bitch has gone fucking loco! Holy shit - I mean, the way she treats me. The way she treats anyone who isn’t ‘on her level’ - you gotta pull the plug on this shit, jefe!”

“_Und _why would he do that?” Mercy’s lovely, languid voice rang out from the room adjoining the reception area. Looking a truly delectable combination of angelic and malefic, the beautiful mad scientist slinked into the room, chuckling to herself. Sombra’s breath hitched when she heard Mercy’s voice, and her entire body spasmed when the doctor made her appearance.

“I am simply doing as the Master says. Especially because he gave me all you naughty brown-skinned fucktoys to relieve myself with, in-between the great work.” Following in Mercy’s wake was Rio Morales, along with two more of these “brown-skinned fucktoys” that piqued Rob’s interest and stole all his focus.

Mercy pouted at Sombra, taunting her with a wagging finger. “Or are you just jealous Sombra because you’re nothing more than a worker bee drone while the Master has anointed me as queen bee?”

“Queen bitch is more like it…” Sombra muttered, sourly. The insult did not escape Mercy, though she threw back her head and laughed uproariously at the slight.

“Oh, yes, quite so. I’m the mad queen bitch of the lab _und _Master’s number one science slut! I can do far more wondrous things than you ever could and that’s why I have his favour.”

Sombra seethed, gnashing her teeth and lashing out. “Bitch, I cracked the Pink Room! I was here before you and putting in the work before you!”

Samus cleared her throat, as the temperature in the room spiked even more. “Ladies. A little decorum before Master Rob, maybe? And Master, maybe you should step in here, hmm?” She turned expectantly to her side, expecting to see Rob.

But Rob was no longer at Samus’ side, instead having snuck off during the arguing and helped himself to Mercy’s personal sluts, Ana and Pharah. Dressed in latex nurse minidresses worn over red fishnet body-stockings, the two Egyptian beauties were more than happy to play with Rob at the moment. And Mercy had certainly programmed the well, seeing as how their love and loyalty Rob trumped those same feelings they had for their Mistress.

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“I think Sombra’s a fine piece of ass, but I can’t believe the good doctor would pass up playing with you two babes.” Rob said, gawking at Ana’s curves and Pharah’s muscles. Mother and daughter’s fat tits and delicious bubble butts.

“Oh, we’re Mistress’ preferred playthings, Master.” Ana cooed, one hand running over the bulge in his pants. “One of us will usually spend hours with our head under her skirt while she works on formulas and programming. It’s just that Mistress is a massive bitch with a bigger race-play fetish and she likes to bully Sombra.”

“But she’s told us so much about you.” The tall, powerful Pharah had fallen to her knees, lounging along the ground and grasping onto Rob’s leg, his very presence overwhelming her and forcing her into such submissive posture. “We have waited for so long for you to come and visit, Master. Mother and I are so eager to offer our bodies to you.”

“Ahem…”

“And I regret not coming sooner.” Rob said, eyes on Pharah, as he whipped out his dick. “Now raise that ass and prime your cunt for some breeding, I’m gonna make up for lost time!”

“Ahem…”

Pharah and Ana both gasped at Rob’s comment, eyes starry with hope and delight. “Really Master? You’re about to breed my slutty daughter with that mighty white cock of yours?” Ana asked, drawing a chuckle from Rob. Seemed Mercy’s race-play had leapt from Mistress to ****.

“Ahem.”

“It is just an honour to be fucked by you, Master.” Pharah bowed her head, raising her titanic bubble butt, as well, allowing Rob full access to her sex. “Better yet that I am to be impregnated by your perfect seed. That I am to be a mindless broodmare for your superior progeny. You are far too kind, my Master!”

“Ahem!”

With his cock hanging out, Rob was about to do the deed, when Samus finally caught his attention. Sombra and Mercy were still squaring off, staring daggers at one another. Rio looked visibly panicked that actual physical **** was about to break out, while Samus just looked annoyed at how engrossed Rob had become with the two Egyptian thots.

“And now I see why you always need a handler when you go out.” Samus griped, the expression on her face a mix of amused and frustrated. “Maybe business before pleasure, sir?”

Rob blankly looked at his two Overwhore slaves, before his eyes drifted back to Pharah’s glistening, breedable cunt. “Hey, doc, is all the work done for this project. Fully and completely?”

Mercy snapped to attention, turning away from Sombra and towards Rob, the anger and derision on her face replaced with slavish love. “But of course, _mein _Master. The nanomachines are one-hundred percent complete and perfect.” Rob nodded at the confirmation.

“Okay, then. Sombra? Your work here is done. You’re free to go anywhere you please and Mercy’s no longer your boss.”

“Oh thank fuck!” And then Sombra then bolted out of the storefront, still fully nude, to go streaking through Port Reyes in the early afternoon. Whatever embarrassment or harassment she might suffer was clearly small potatoes from working another second under Mercy.

Once more, the entire room paused at Sombra’s actions, the awkward lull broken when Sombra turned to Mercy and asked. “What exactly did you do to her?”

“Oh, what didn’t I do to her?” Mercy giggled.

“Ma-master!” Pharah whined, her entire body trembling with need. “Can you please breed me now?”

Rob was quick to respond by plunging his cock into the young woman’s velvet soft pussy.

Strong of body but weak of mind, Rob pinned Pharah down and began to mercilessly fuck her, doggy-style, for maximum animalistic breeding effectiveness. “Oh, I’ll do more than just breed you, darling.” Rob grunted over the sound of himself slapping into Pharah’s beautiful body. “Ana, Mercy! Line up next to Pharah in the exact same pose. We have a few hours before the girls arrive and you all deserve a nice reward for your hard work these past few weeks!”

Mercy and Ana perked up, eyes sparkling once more. “Yes, Master! Whatever you say!”

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With Mercy and the Amaris nice and taken care of and fully bred, the trio now each equipped with their own cattleskull brand, the real work could begin. Rob sent Samus on her way to pick up the girls for their treatment.

In the meantime, Mercy gave Rob a quick rundown on how her nanotechnology worked regarding this application. The nanobots would use the patient’s own biological materials - fats, sugars, proteins, etc - to duplicate themselves until they had both spread throughout the patient’s entire body and built a receiver unit (this unit would normally decay after the process, but it could also be programmed to stay, as Mercy had done with the silver disk on the Amaris). From there, the nanobots would receive their orders from Mercy, infuse the cells of the targeted area, and **** them to rapidly multiply in order to achieve the patient’s desired body. During the process, the patient would be hooked up to multiple IVs containing things like a saline solution and a liquid carbohydrate mixture, to ensure the nanos had plenty of food to work with. After roughly an hour, the process would be done and the patient would have their perfect body. They would be a little hungry after having so much of their body’s back-up material consumed, but it was otherwise completely safe!

…At least, in theory. The Amaris were Mercy’s only proper, human test subjects durings the development of the tech, and the process they went through had been refined in the intervening weeks. But she was plenty confident there would be little to no issues with the schoolgirls.

And, at the very least, as the first to experience the fully completed process, they would make for excellent sources of data.

So, over the next two days, twenty-four schoolgirls were brought into the clinic, hooked up and pumped full of nanomachines in order to resculpt their bodies into their supreme, slutty ideal form (twenty-four because Raven, Star, Megan, and Kamala were exempt; any upgrades on their part would be wholly unnecessary).

Tits and asses were the primary benefactors of Mercy’s body-warping technology, alongside other typical feminine sexual attributes like legs, hips, and waists. Some brave or inventive souls went for more esoteric upgrades - buffed-up musculature or heightened and hyper-sensitive erogenous zones - but it was really a T&A show for the most part.

A part of Rob was a little dismayed to watch some of the slender, petite lovelies under his sway lose that supremely attractive quality and replace it with big, fake tits, but fake tits were good, too! And even as he watched someone like Sasha Waybright transform from a svelte cheerleader into a jacked-up bombshell with E-cup breasts and biceps as big as her head, he knew there were plenty of other young, impressionable girls out there to turn into his doting slaves. And on those, they could keep their yummy, sleek forms.

Some of them, he corrected himself, as he watched Sasha get handsy with her two best friends, lording her busty form over their slightly-less busty forms, Sasha’s confidence having swelled just like her chest.

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“O-M-GEE!!! I look fucking fire! Finally! Titties bigger than my brain!”

To say that Cho was thrilled with her new body would be an understatement, the airheaded Asian fuckdoll happily posing in front of a full-length mirror set-up in the little antechamber set-up for girls to recover, post-operation. Then, when own reflection bored her, Cho ended up taking selfies of her new body barely contained by her own clothes.

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She was always quick to turn her phone onto her three friends, snapping candid shots of their new bodies, too. “Damn, you skanks look pretty good, too. Not as good as me, though, right boys?” Cho said into her phone, now streaming on her account. She pouts her blue-painted lips together for her adoring audience, blowing them a kiss with her puffy cocksuckers. “Gosh, you’re far too kind. Now, c’mon, show me how hard my new tits make you! Send me dick pics, studs!”

Hermione was far less enthused with her new form, fretting and primping over her enlarged chest and insanely waspish figure. “Goodness, I just don’t know… it’s just all so… big…”

“I think you look lovely, dear.” Luna offered, gliding in behind Hermione and fitting her slight hands around Hermione’s pinched waist. “You were always so beautiful, but now you look exactly like a slutsyubust.”

“A-a what?” Hermione gaped at Luna’s latest babbling nonsense.

“A slutsyubust.” Luna repeated, as if that explained everything. “They’re spirits that look like whorish women who possess men. They’re what turn men into horndogs and gooners, as the Master would say.”

“Surely you mean a succubus, Luna.”

“Oh, no. This is much different. An intangible phantasm versus a corporeal demon, for one.”

Hermione groaned, smiling despite herself. She caught another sight of herself in the mirror, contrasted to the jabbering Luna Lovegood. The more things change the more things stay the same…

“I believe the point Luna is trying to make,” the powerful, authoritative voice of Rob Daily cut through the chatter. “Is that you were always pretty, Hermione, but now you’re gorgeous. And, with that figure and that outfit, you’ll make for a perfect Slut Academy teacher.” No sooner had he entered the room had Cho swooped in to her favourite spot - at Rob’s feet, pawing at his crotch.

Hermione blushed at Rob’s compliment. “You’re far too kind, sir. You were the one who suggested this body for me. As well as becoming a teacher after I graduate. I honestly feel useless without you…”

“Well, you should, because you are.” Rob said, dismissively, while ignoring Cho and her ministrations, her begging, her pleading. “But that’s okay, you can use this as a teachable moment. To tell all the young women in your classes how even someone as intelligent as you is still useless with a man to guide her.”

Hermione could only meekly nod and thinly smile at the remark, as Ginny came storming out of the operation room. The last to receive her treatment, the spitfire stomped right up to Cho still begging for cock, slapping her on the ass and immediately barking orders.

“Enough playtime and get on your feet, tits-for-brains! I know the boys will be drooling over those ridiculous knockers, so I scheduled a photoshoot for today so we can properly show the world the new you.”

“Yay!” Cho cheered, popping to her feet and clapping in delight, fully invested in her manager’s plan. “Say boss, after I get my pictures taken, can I fuck and suck all the guys at the photoshoot? Pretty please! I’ve gone, like… three hours without cock and it’s starting to drive me crazy!”

Ginny smeared at her former rival. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. And when they see your fuckdoll body, they’ll struggle to keep their hands off you.” She then turned to Rob and sweetly asked, “Permission to leave, sir?”

“Far be it from me to hold back such a brilliant little entrepreneur.” Rob said to the fledgling pimp and her bottom bitch. “Have fun, you two!”

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GoGo Tomago walked out of the clinic feeling like a new woman.

Her massive udders - not breasts, not boobs, not titties, but udders - swayed beneath the thin white tanktop she wore, barely contained and threatening to pop out at any moment. Proving that she could walk like a supermodel on the catwalk and chew gum at the same time, GoGo blew a bright pink bubble with her pillowy, plump puffy, pursed, purple painted lips, the bubble popping before being slurped back up by those supreme DSLs. Her ass - always a notable asset of figure - had swelled to absurd proportions, each cheek bigger than a basketball and jigglier than a mountain of jell-o. Her thighs were perfectly thick pillar of muscles, and between them and her rear, her booty shorts and leggings were stretched to their limit, threatening to split apart and reveal all that sumptuous flesh. With her spiked, platform heels, her sinful figure was exaggerated to an even more ludicrous degree.

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From the moment she hit the streets of Port Reyes, every set of eyes were on her. Bystanders gawking at her from every angle. Her nipples began to stiffen in response to the looks of open lust and sheer disgust thrown at her. GoGo licked her lips. The doctor said the main side effect would be temporary hunger and hungry GoGo was. But not just for food.

But the best part was, even though GoGo looked like an utter bimbo, she didn’t feel like it. She still had her mind. Had her snark and her wit and her sterling intellect. She had never wanted to be a superhero, so that was long shelved as a career aspiration. But now, using her brain to become a mechanical engineer just seemed so boring! After hitting the stage, shaking her moneymaker, taking more dick than she knew she could handle, why should a hottie like her work in a lab all day? Besides, it was so much more fun bilking ****, horny men out of their hard-earned cash…

Post-surgery, GoGo’s plans for the day was to find some sucker to pay for her lunch and then work an all-nighter at Barely Legal. She was so giddy to get up on stage, she almost didn’t see Mina Ashido on the other side of the street. And she must have been really distracted to not notice the pink-skinned girl. Even normally, Mina was difficult to ignore.

But there was no longer anything normal about her, if there ever was to begin with…

She was accompanied her friend Tsu (the two of them and their other friends having gone to the doctor before GoGo), and even though the busty frog girl in her translucent swimsuit looked delectable, Mina’s bimbolicious new bod was on par with GoGo’s Hell, it may have surpassed hers, much to the snarky girl’s brief annoyance.

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Flaunting her lovely pink skin and titanic titties in a slingshot bikini, a croptop t-shirt was thrown over the swimsuit with the sentence “YOUR BOYFRIEND JERKS IT TO ME” written in bold letters across it, the words stretched and distended horizontally by Mina’s chest.

GoGo wrinkled her nose and took a standoffish posture, framing Mina as a rival, but the latter did not return the gesture. Instead, she happily waved at GoGo and then gestured for her to come across the street to her and Tsu. After a moment of thought, GoGo relented.

The two sluts stood rack-to-rack, GoGo sizing up her competition and admitting that Mina’s were bigger. Mina just seemed to enjoy bouncing her bazongas off of GoGo’s, the two girl’s Everest-sized mountains of titflesh jiggly against one another.

“Fuck, GoGo, you look so yummy!” Mina cheered, sweet and complimentary as ever. “I’m so happy Mr. Daily had us slut-up our bodies. Everyone just looks so sexy now!”

“Mmm, right…” GoGo said, blandly, not interested in exchanging pleasantries. “Listen, sorry Mina, but I’m not really looking to chat. I was planning on grabbing a bite before hitting the club.”

“Oh, no worries, I just wanted to say ‘hi’.” Mina said, breezily, bouncing up and down with excitement. “Buuuut, Tsu and I were about to hit the beach before our shifts tonight anyways, so why don’t you come and join us?” GoGo made a noncommittal grunt, as Mina prattled on. “It’ll be super fun! We can show off our new bodies, find a couple studs, have some fun. And I soooo get it, I’m starving too! And the only thing better than food when you’re hungry is food you didn’t have to pay for!”

Mina winked and giggled to drive the point home, GoGo just tilting her head and crossing her arms. These high-energy types, she could never say ‘no’ to them.

“Okay, sure.” She shrugged. “Sounds like an okay way to kill a few hours.”

Mina and Tsu were thrilled and soon, the trio was off, GoGo lagging behind the two Quirk-powered girls. She would soon find that she and Mina had much in common. While her friends were still debating about become superheroes, Mina was ready to leave that life behind and exchange it all for a life of glitz and glamour, whether on stage, on the screen, or in a centerfold, it would be cruel to deny the world the extravagant body of Mina Ashido.

And, after spending an afternoon at the beach and a night in the club with that body, GoGo was one to agree. Sexy women didn’t need to be anything else but sexy to get ahead in life. She was so thankful Mr. Daily taught her that lesson.

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The day turned into an arms race, just with boobs instead of bombs.

Every girl wanted to outdo her peers, wanting even bigger tits grafted to their chests, not caring how slutty or ridiculous they would look with them. In fact, they relished in such a notion, because their wonderful teacher had taught them that they were nothing more than walking sex objects and fap-bait, making them eager to turn themselves into inflated fuckdolls.

Luz was already one of Rob’s favourites, and he was sure with such an ample-figured mama, she had room to grow and the perfect template to mimic. But Luz didn’t want to leave it up to genetics and gave herself a jumpstart. She didn’t quite have the soft, pliable body of Camila, but her watermelon tits were now as perky as her personality, and it left both Amity and Rob drooling at the sight of her.

Jiro decided that her noncanonical bust wasn’t big enough, and who could blame the poor girl? Especially when she was competing with titty-monsters like Mina, Kendo, and Tsu? Her new curvaceous, busty form robbed Jiro of any edge she once possessed, her cool and snarky personality replaced by a young woman unsure of how to handle all the attention her lewd body received. She still wanted to be a hero, bless her heart, but Rob thought she looked quite receptive when he suggested she pick up a side-hustle like being a camgirl or idol…

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America Chavez was once one of the more rebellious and suspicious girls in Rob’s class, something he couldn’t afford knowing just how powerful she was. Forget being able to punch him through dimensions, Rob knew when she got serious, America wouldn’t hesitate to just beat his face in the old fashioned way. That’s why she needed to be tamed and that’s why it was so good to see her tame. Still as spunky and fiery as ever, but now so much softer around the edges… in more ways than one. Seeing her dazzling smile, her luscious brown skin, and her new fake tits sent Rob off to daydream land, imagining the moment he got to knock this once resistant and antagonistic girl up.

But no, he had already pumped three babies into his slaves today. Besides, breeding America early would be unfair to the rest of the class. Such bright young women deserved to enter motherhood together.

Gwen Tennyson was one of the girls Rob was **** to put through the process, sacrificing her petite, bottom-heavy original series design for more boobs. But he couldn’t be too upset. Gwen still maintained her adorably cute snarky and bossy personality, and she was thrilled looking like a young woman and no longer being a “fat-assed piece of loli bait”. Bright and vivacious, Rob could imagine big things for Miss Tennyson in the world of business and politics, and was certain her new body would help her get ahead in life.

Openly admitting to playing favourites, Rob was also a man who liked to save the best for last. When he first embarked on this role, first settled into being a teacher and realizing that fate and his powers would ensure these young sluts become his, he never imagined Violet Parr being so special to him. Yes, he liked her well enough, seeing as how it was a prerequisite for becoming one of his slaves, but he had no idea just how charming and pretty and sweet she could be. Her big soulful eyes, her shy and cute demeanour. It was all too much and Rob was helpless as he saw Violet rise up his private rankings.

Her burgeoning daddy kink and the fact he got to play house with her and Helen didn’t hurt, either.

What also didn’t hurt was how reticent Violet was about the operation, and her decision not to become a titanic tittied cocktease. She wanted bigger breasts, but nothing too big. She wanted wide hips and a slender waist, capped with long, sensuous legs and a heart-shaped ass her mouth would be proud of.

Over the last couple of months, Rob had watched Violet transform from a shy, quiet young girl into a little sexpot with a dazzling smile and boundless confidence into a lovely, stunningly beautiful young woman. It was like watching his very own little girl grow up before his eyes.

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Only with some very notable and appreciable benefits.

“Do I look good, daddy?” Violet asked Rob with great big, hopeful eyes, after Rob had inspected her newly matured form. “‘C-cause I’ll go back if this is not okay. Or get bigger boobs. I’d do anything for you, daddy…”

“I know, sweetheart, I know…” Rob chuckled at her open insecurities. Her **** need for approval. He had Violet wrapped around his little finger, willing to do anything and everything to please him. In other words, Violet was a true. ‘Daddy’s girl’. “But there’s no need. You’re beautiful. More than beautiful. Stunning!”

Violet allowed herself a small smile, even as she shrunk in on herself, shoulders folding inward and chin falling to her chest. “Really?” Rob placed his fingers on her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

“Really.”

Squealing in delight, Violet threw her arms around Rob’s ample frame, all but flying into his chest and cuddling with him. On the opposite side of the room, Mercy chuckled at the heartwarming scene, Ana and Pharah going so far as to swoon over them.

“I must say, Master, you do make for a doting, loving father figure.” Mercy said, as she made her way to the pair. Her hand reached out as she ran her fingers through Violet’s long hair, a fleeting smile passing on her face as she admired her own handiwork. “No wonder you were so eager to breed the lot of us like lab rats.” She took position to Rob’s right, leaning into him. “And I expect you’ll be performing the same act with our children as you do with the lovely fraulein, no?”

Rob gave her a big smack on her big butt. “Oh, it’s no act, doc. This genuine paternal love I have for Violet. And paternal lust, too.” He gave off a roar of belly-shaking laughter at his own silly joke. Violet chuckled politely, the Amaris tittered dumbly, while Mercy gave him a saucy, hungry look. “And I take it you're okay with me raising our baby girl to be another harem girl?”

“More than okay, _mein _Master.” Mercy confirmed with relish. “You’re the greatest man who ever lived and I am the smartest woman who ever lived. We’re two alphas meant to come together and reproduce to create superior progeny! And only you would be a fitting mate for said progeny. Hahahahahaha!” Mercy’s bout of mad laughter was followed with a baleful gaze at her two personal servants. “As opposed to these two bitches and their mongrel spawn. Well, I suppose it’ll be nice having a few more Egyptian bimbos around to play with. And sluts like them love **** already, isn’t that right, girls?”

Ana and Pharah both smiled blissfully and curtseyed at the insults Mercy slung at them.

“As you say, Mistress.” Ana said. “We’re both lowly **** whores. It runs in our blood.”

“And we’ll treat your daughter like a princess, Mistress.” Pharah echoed. “While you’ll decide the fate of our girls. I’d be honoured to see my daughter serve you as another doe-eyed, brown-skinned bimbo muscle-slut.”

“You certainly run a tight ship here, doc.” Rob said with audible approval in his voice, loving just how slavishly devoted Ana and Pharah were to his pet mad scientist. “Well, in any case, you deserve it, after all the hard work you’ve put in with the nanotech.”

Mercy beamed with pride. “Thank you, sir. I aim only to please.” The acknowledgment fell on deaf ears, as Rob turned his attention back to Violet.

“However, if I remember correctly, there was one another type of upgrade you asked for, Vi…” Rob said, slowly, while his thumb traced the shape of the young woman’s lips. She did not need any further hints or prodding. Violet knew what was expected of her.

Shuddering and gasping, Violet fell to her knees and hastily unbuckled Rob’s pants. “Yes, daddy. Anything to please you.” With dainty, nimble fingers, she was quick to release the half-erect cock from Rob’s pants and engulf his whole length with practiced ease.

Now, while Rob was very eager to test out Violet’s new stretching orifices, following in her mother’s footsteps, he didn’t just want to swell his cock and shove it in her mouth. Violet’s specific mod was for her holes and orifices to stretch, and he expected Mercy to have the foresight to allow her whole mouth and jaw to stretch, he still didn’t want to see her have to unhinge her jaw, like a snake. To that end, after Violet comfortably fit his cock in her mouth, Rob urged it to grow, lengthen, surging forth into Violet. Without widening it’s girth, the serpentine phallus slithered across her tongue, the back of her mouth, hitting her uvula and passing it, before breaking through her epiglottis and then descending down her esophagus. Violet happily gurgled the entire time.

Then, when Rob felt he had fully plumbed the depths of her esophagus and entered the cavity of her stomach, he smirked and went to work. While the root of his penis remained the same circumference, everything that had been engulfed by her throat began to twitch and bubble. Flesh and muscle expanded, slowly at first, in shorts and spurts, Violet’s body trembling as she could feel the monster grow within her. Everyone could see Violet’s throat visibly expand against the constraints of her own neck, veins and cordy muscles bulging out, as Violet burbled and gagged, frothy saliva spilling out from the near-airtight seal of her mouth.

Then, half of Violet turned transparent, the young woman turning into a biology-classroom’s anatomical cross-section. Mercy’s eyes went wide in delight at the sight of Rob’s impossibly long and thick cock stretching Violet’s slender, delicate throat, compressing and squishing the rubbery muscle she now possessed. Rob’s monster had to have been six inches in diameter, gnarly and veiny, brutal and powerful, enough to destroy even the most seasoned of sluts.

But Violet’s body was made for her daddy’s freakish length. If she was in pain or discomfort, she did not show it. Her breathing came hot and heavy through flare nostrils, her entire body spasming from the weight and pressure that filled her and stretched her from the inside-out. Slobber poured from her mouth down her chin onto her new bust and her eyes were glazed over, dark and cloudy, yet clearly heated. Delirious.

Violet was in size-queen heaven.

“How was that, cutie?” Rob asked, after withdrawing and retrieving his cock, returning it to normal. Violet was hunched over, hacking and coughing.

“Goo-go-gooood….” Violet croaked in a hoarse voice. “Shoooo goood daddy…” Rob smirked, wicked designs forming as he looked at his toy.

“Good.” He then snapped his fingers and, as if they read his mind, Pharah and Ana pounced on Violet, stripping the girl of anything covering her bottoms. Violet did gasp in surprise, but otherwise did not resist. She was too tired and too wrecked. The two brainless nurses then picked up Violet’s lifeless, boneless body, propping her off and bending her over.

“Because, my dear, you do have other holes that could use a good stretching.” Pharah judiciously applied her tongue to Violet’s puckered, unmolested asshole, sloppily rimming it and getting it nice and wet for Rob’s self-propagating cock.

It went the same way as her throat. Rob jammed his cock into Vi’s ass, filling her up, before growing his cock lengthwise and then inflating it widthwise. Even as cock-drunk and fucked-silly as she was, this got Violet’s attention, as she yowled and howled, her guts being violently rearranged by Rob’s ever growing cock. It grew and grew and grew, growing larger than when it filled her mouth and throat, burrowing through miles of intestines until it popped out into her stomach.

There, it kept growing, until Rob’s fat cockhead pressed up against Violet’s tummy, the shape of said head clearly visible against her distended flesh.

“OH GOD OH FUCK OH OH OH DADDYYYYY!!!!” Violet screamed at the top of her lungs, hoarse throat be damned, as Rob grabbed a hold of long, silky black hair, bucking and pumping his ridiculous cock into the entire of Violet’s lower half. “SO BIG SO BIG BIGGER THAN ANYTHING MOMMY TAKES!!! I CAN FEEL IT!!! IT FEELS SO GOOOOOD!!! YOU’RE STRETCHING ME STRETCHING MEEEEE!!!!” Ever thrust shook her body, like a rickety shelter standing before hurricane-**** winds. All of limbs hanged loosely, as between Rob’s grasp and his bitch-breaking, ass-wrecking, daughter-**** cock, she was being elevated off the ground.

“I’M YOUR WHORE DADDY! I’M YOUR BITCH! FUCK MY SLUTTY RUBBER ASSHOLE!!! WRECK ME! USE ME! RUIN ME! I’M YOUR PROPERTY! EVERY LITTLE GIRLS NEEDS A DADDY TO STRETCH HER LIKE THIS!! AH- AUGGH!!! ARRRGHLG!! BLRLLLBGH!!”

Violet’s lustful, room-shaking shouting eventually turned into violent gagging noises, as if she were burbling on his cock once more. But, instead of Violet **** on something going in, she was **** on something coming up, a literal geyser of cum spewing from her wide-open mouth, Rob’s hyper-cock releasing in her gullet with such **** it made it’s way out her throat. Violet’s eyes rolled into the back of her skull as she smiled feverishly. Crazily. Even being abused in such an over-the-top way, Violet was happy. So, very, very happy…

Rob let his cock shink, Violet collapsing into a heap on the floor. He at least spared her from going face-first into the stinking pool of his own cum. He smiled when Mercy barked out orders, as Ana and Pharah scrambled to the thick, viscous pool on their hands and knees, eagerly and happily slurping up all the spunk. Rob crossed his arms and chuckled at his handiwork.

It was good to be daddy.