She grows a cock

"Are you alright arch-imago?" Asriana asked, recognizing the contents of the pouch instantly as Citranas reached into her coat and removed a bottle from it.

"Don't worry. It's not toxic, and if it was, this amrita will treat it." She says downing the bottle in a single gulp. Despite downing the entire bottle, she still seemed out of breath as she grabbed ahold of her stomach to stifle the strange feelings inside of her. "It seems it was a new aphrodisiac." She assumes as Asriana bites her lip, wanting to correct the mage before it was too late.

"Does amrita treat those?" She asks nervously, already knowing the effects.

"No. Amrita treats status effects like poison or paralysis. Mutagenics and aphrodisiacs are unaffected by-hnngh!" Citranas suddenly groans while clutching her stomach, causing Asriana to stand up and grab her shoulder to steady the mage, getting some of the **** on her own skin.

"Is everything alright?" She asks as the arch-imagos' dress begins to grow a bulge at the crotch. Feeling the growth, Citrinas grabs her dress and **** it closer to her body, denying the growth an easy exit out the bottom of her dress and forcing it to grow upwards. The same happens to Asriana as she feels a familiar tingling on her clit, the fleshy nub lengthening and growing with every pulse of her heart.

The elves watched with bated breath as the bulge snaked its way through Citrana's dress, ignoring her attempts to hide it as it finally escaped its fabric confines mere moments after making its growth known. A familiar mushroom cap covered in foreskin shoots out between Citrinas' cleavage, growing exponentially in size as it slams into her mouth, parting both her lips and breasts in a single burst of growth. The sudden sensation of both a blowjob and a tit fuck Citrinas to release her shaft from shock, allowing the sheer weight and power of her new attachment to tear her dress in two. Asriana herself is busy tearing her pants off, watching with pride as she felt her clit gain the same mutation.

"What-what is this!?" Citrinas asked in disbelief, grabbing the still growing rigid cock jutting out of her body. She soon regrets doing so as a wave of pleasure sends her toppling to her knees, her virgin form unfamiliar to pleasures of both male or female variety. Meanwhile, Asriana and the rest of her compatriots are staring slack jawed at the transformation before them, the dosage Citrinas had consumed far more than Asriana had taken during your time with them. Soon, the size of Citranas package exceeds sizes comparable to standard animals like horses and into the realm of minotaurs or dragons, her length petering out at 20 inches and a girth that could best be described as demonic. Even with two hands, she could barely reach around the beastly weapon attached to her.

Asriana's growth, however, was far less dramatic. Since she had only a minute dosage on her skin, her cock was a "mere" six inches with a more human girth to it. Of course, looking to Citranas, she decides her male urges could wait as the confused mage tries to hide her new appendage by hugging it, serving only to stimulate it further.

"We-we need to be careful. This is a new mutagen." She stumbles out, accidentally slamming her new slab of meat against Asriana's thigh. Equal parts pain and pleasure hit her as her legs lose her strength. Instantly, the three elves run forward and catch her, two of them catching her arms while the last catches her shaft. She moans again as the monstrous beast attached to her crotch thickens, frantically trying to fire seed that didn't exist. Rather than leave the arch imago to her own devices, Asriana and the rest of her subordinates join in rubbing at the cock, the 4 pairs of hands still far from enough to completely engulf her manhood.

"W-what are you doing?" Citrinas asks between moans as several of the elves begin licking her cock, summoning another chorus of moans from her.

"I've heard stories of mutagens waring off faster with vigorous stimulation. Arch imago, please, let us help treat this growth." Asriana explains, hearts in her eyes as she gropes the oversized member. The beast attached to Citrinas was massive, even larger than the horsecock you had used on her. You feel a tinge of pride at how thoroughly you had stretched the elves and how perverse they had become under your tutelage, their eyes hungering to feel the beast before them.

"That's... That's not actually..." Citrinas stumbles out before groaning even louder, the 4 pairs of hands rubbing at her shaft clouding her mind. Biting her lip, she looks to Asriana with shame in her eyes as she finishes her sentence. "That's not actually a bad idea. Help me treat this malady, noble elf." She begs, letting the elves continue jerking her off. The chorus of moans continues as Asriana halts her jerking and bends over, giving Citrinas a view of her sopping wet pussy, the grool oozing out of her like an endless waterfall.

Though she looked to be just as tight as any other woman, you know that no man on this earth could hope to satisfy her after you had so thoroughly ruined her. Citrinas' cock stiffens at the sight, the warmth of Asriana's hole reaching the rock hard shaft with ease. With no hesitation she thrusts forward, slamming herself to the hilt with her newly grown shaft. Citrinas and Asriana harmonize their moans as they watch the oversized shaft bulge the elf's stomach, coming to rest atop her thin chest. Though you expect her to freeze up, you're instead surprised to see the mage begin rutting into Asriana like a demon possessed.

The bulge in Asriana's gut shifts even faster than your tentacles during your tryst with her, stretching the elf far beyond her race's capabilities as Citranas thrusts with reckless abandon. The rest of the elves make do with their fingers, content to watch the show unfolding before them. Asriana's face is twisted into carnal bliss, her tongue sticking out as she enjoys orgasm after orgasm from the oversized organ gaping her womanhood. Citranas, however, is showing nothing but pure frustration as she continues to ram into Asriana, grinding her teeth in frustration as she tried to attain a climax her current body would never achieve. As you try to resist the urge to laugh at the mage's frantic thrusts, you feel a hand grab ahold of one of your tentacles. You spot one of the elves growing frustrated and grabbing ahold of one of your bumpier tentacles, eagerly ramming it into herself with one go. You feel her body stretch around you as she uses you like a meat dildo, slamming you straight to her womb with every thrust. Soon, she stops moving her arm, merely holding the tentacle in place as you realize her plan.

Taking control once more, you begin thrusting on your own, the elf maintaining her grip to help you maintain your illusion of mindlessness. Soon, the rest of the elves join in, impaling themselves on your tentacles while you all enjoy the show before them. To your surprise, Citrinas seems to still be sane, raising her hand and slurring out a spell. You feel terror for a brief second, half expecting her to blow you away, only to watch wind magic carry several bottles to the elves.

"F-for you... Don't *hng* let it get you pregnant." She says between thrusts, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing through the area as she pounds Asriana into the ground. The elves, seeing her plight share a coy glance with one another before grinning. Removing your tentacles from their own wombs, they make their way to Citranas. The now half feral mage barely notices them as they take their positions. Two of them are carrying the trio of tentacles you had been ramming into them while the last stood directly behind Citranas with her birth control potion in hand. Moving as one, they **** feed the potion to Citranas while ramming two of your tentacles into her pussy and one into her ass.

An incomprehensible tightness wraps around you as you resist the urge to ravage the mage then and there. Citranas yelps as you seize her feminine virginities, her face one of pure shock before twisting into an ahegao, your penetration enough to bring her to her first orgasm. Before you can rest on your laurels, the elves begin thrusting you with reckless abandon, ignoring Citranas' pleas to slow down as you yourself feel an orgasm brewing. Since you know your compounded virility would overwhelm even a master alchemist's birth control, you activate your warmth spell to control your fertility as you prepare to give Citranas the orgasm she deserved nearly 3 hours ago. Seizing control, you slam yourself forward, forcing the head of your tentacles into Citranas' womb and spewing out literal gallons of sperm into her.

You watch as your dual cum veins pump thick white jelly straight into the mage's womb swelling her up to early pregnancy, only for that same load to be fired from her cock straight into Asriana's womb. Unlike your first session, however, Asriana has an outlet of her own, firing your load onto the ground in an ever growing puddle from her own diminutive cock. As this is all happening, you watch with glee as the once noble mage Citranas has become a drooling, moaning mess drenched in splashes of thick sperm that splashed back from her erratic thrusts.

The area soon stank of your seed, sweat, and feminine juices as the puddle of sexual fluids grows to inhuman proportions, spanning the entirety of the front garden. Due to the sheer viscosity of your sperm, the

The puddle of sperm Asriana fires soon grows in size and height, the sheer viscosity of your sperm sticking to itself and piling up in a semi-solid ooze too thick to be absorbed into the soil. By the time your orgasm, and by extension their orgasm, peters out, the sperm puddle had become a sperm lake, overflowing into the Domain's main estate and stinking up the entirety of the pocket dimension. Feeling the flow of sperm halt, Asriana and Citranas fall to the ground, a loud splat resounding through the area as they lay in your dormant seed. Though the mage's loins are red and swollen from overuse, her entire body is covered in filth, and her crotch now had a cock that would put a dragon to shame, she has a mindless grin on her face. After a few minutes of catching her breath, she weakly hops to her feet while slowly making her way to your main body. Stroking it, she licks her lips while looking to the other tentacles and toxin pouches she had yet to taste.

"What a great result, but more experiments are needed." She said with an enthusiastic voice before looking to the elves, her flaccid cock twitching as she continued her thought. "Would you all care to continue researching with me?" She asked as Asriana let out a low moan, the only thing her body was capable of doing after such intense sex. As you take in the sight, you get a sudden surge in power. You feel yourself gaining new a new class accompanied by a small chat box in front of your face.

Congrats stud! You just pounded your first heroine! 4 more to go! Mel says this doesn't count as defeating a heroine, so no Status Effect Monster Power for you. Take this instead! -Carnachias

As you read this, you notice a new priest class has been added to your ever growing status screen. Though you want to be happy about your new class, you can't help but feel chills at the look Citranas was giving you.