Remember the person you were before you entered the temple

You close your eyes, desperately trying to summon memories of your life outside this nightmare. College classes, your apartment, the feel of normal clothes against your skin—not this hypersensitive flesh the temple has given you. But each memory slips away like water through your fingers, replaced by throbbing need and fertility-focused thoughts.

"I am... more than this," you gasp, your oversized breasts heaving with each labored breath. "I'm not just a vessel..."

The temple shudders around you, the stone vibrating with unmistakable rage.

"Enough resistance!" the feminine voice booms, no longer seductive but thunderous. "You exhaust our patience, vessel. Perhaps a more... primal lesson is required."

The floor beneath you suddenly splits open, and you plunge screaming into darkness. You land hard on a bed of soft moss in a pit at least fifteen feet deep. The walls are smooth stone, impossible to climb with your transformed body's awkward proportions.

A bestial grunt echoes in the darkness. Then another. And another.

Three pairs of glowing amber eyes emerge from shadowy alcoves built into the pit's walls. Massive silverback gorillas, each standing over six feet tall, lumber toward you. But these aren't ordinary gorillas—they've been transformed by the temple's magic. Their already impressive musculature has been enhanced to godlike proportions, and between their legs hang enormous phalluses, each at least fifteen inches long and thick as your wrist, already engorged and dripping pre-cum.

"Our guardians grow restless without release," the voice explains, amused. "Entertain them, vessel. Show us how well your new body performs its purpose."

The largest gorilla, whom you mentally name Brutus, approaches first. His massive cock swings pendulously with each step, a drop of pre-cum falling to the moss floor. Your transformed body reacts instantly—your nipples harden painfully, leaking milk that runs down your swollen breasts, and your pussy floods with wetness.

"No," you whimper, backing away until you hit the wall. "Please, I'll choose a door. I'll go forward!"

"Too late," the voice whispers. "The lesson has begun."

Brutus reaches you in two strides, his enormous hand easily encircling your waist. He lifts you like you weigh nothing, positioning you so his massive cock lines up with your entrance. Despite your terror, your body betrays you—your enlarged clitoris throbs with anticipation, your pussy lips parting eagerly.

The second gorilla, a slightly smaller beast with a scar across his chest (you call him Scarface), grows impatient. He moves behind Brutus, grunting and displaying his own massive erection.

The third gorilla, distinguished by a silver patch of fur on his back (Silvermane), circles around, his amber eyes fixed on your milk-leaking breasts.

"The temple requires entertainment," the voice announces as Brutus positions the bulbous head of his cock at your entrance. "And you require a reminder of your purpose."

Brutus thrusts forward, his enormous member stretching you beyond what should be possible. Yet your transformed body accommodates him—your magically enhanced vaginal canal expanding, the new ridges inside gripping and massaging his length as he impales you. You scream, a sound that's half agony, half shocking pleasure as your modified nerve endings fire in overwhelming response.

Silvermane moves closer, his massive cock now level with your face, while Scarface waits his turn, stroking his enormous member with one giant hand.

"Remember, vessel," the voice purrs as Brutus begins to thrust, each movement sending waves of intense pleasure through your transformed body, "this is what you were remade for."

Your mind struggles to maintain any semblance of resistance as the first orgasm hits you, powerful enough to make you temporarily lose consciousness. The temple has won this round of your battle of wills, and the night with your primal companions has only just begun.