The Harem

The chamber was filled to the brim with naked, moaning girls. A luxuriant musk filled the air, the product of constant sexual coupling. Not a single virgin remained in the group. Some girls, twisted by the unholy lust they had been exposed to, now fondled and kissed each other.

They were different ages, different sizes, different hair and skin colors, but they were all beautiful. This was not by accident. The girls had been branded by their new king and blessed with stunning changes to both their bodies and their minds. Large, perky breasts and ripe curves. Plump lips and soft skin. Then there were the stranger markings. Those girls whose skin was pale enough to show it revealed a delicate green marbling under the surface. Those who had been taken earliest also possessed ears that tapered to points and pronounced canines. They, like their master, were no longer fully human.

Who was their master? At the center of this sexual constellation was a black hole of pure debauchery. She reclined on the bed that had once seemed massive to her in a previous life. Now she hardly fit in it. The legs creaked dangerously every time she moved her goliathan body.

The beast had once been Princess Adelaide, but that title seemed ill fitting now given what jutted from between her huge, muscled thighs. Still, those who were intimate with the princess would have recognized her immediately, and that recognition would have brought with it deeper horror.

Adelaide’s face was the least impacted by her transformation. Her jawline was sharper, her cheekbones more prominent, but it was still her face at its core. Her skin was smooth and soft as ever. While her beautiful essence remained intact, her humanity did not. While her skin had retained its softness, its pale color had changed to an off green. Her eyes were burned like red coals in the dim light. Her canines had meanwhile sharpened into fangs.

The princess’s body was far less recognizable. Those who knew the princess had come to an expect a dainty, sickly, slender girl — she was none of these things anymore. Now a true giant, Adelaide stood nearly nine feet tall, surpassing the height of the orc chieftain she inherited her manhood from. Her muscles were godlike, seemingly carved out of green marble. She possessed huge, burly, manly arms that ended in clawed hands. Fine blonde hair coated her forearms and forelegs. Her chest and shoulders were broad and powerful, supporting a pair of bulging and dense breasts. Adelaide’s tits were largely decorative now, given what bounced and bobbed between her legs.

Adelaide had finally grown into her mighty cock. The unholy member had continued to gain influence over the mutating princess throughout the night until they were largely one unified being. It’s tainted, wicked thoughts were the princess’s, with no distinction between the two.

Sitting between the shemale princess’s legs was the ugly chambermaid Iggy. Rather, she had been ugly. With Adelaide’s potent sperm absorbed into her body, that was changing rapidly.

When Adelaide had noticed what her sperm was doing to the girls, she had taken it upon herself to dose Iggy and some of the other uggos and fatties with as much of it as possible. This had the strange effect of turning the ugliest girls in her harem into the loveliest.

Iggy suckled dutifully on the head Adelaide’s cock, using her new bosoms to rub the shaft. Iggy’s tits were a miracle. Once flat as a board, the girl had sprouted one of the bounciest, buxomest racks in the kingdom overnight. The bulging orbs took up her entire narrow chest and then some.

Adelaide felt the surge of pleasure in her loins as she reached her limit. She let out a deep, masculine howl that shook the chamber and proceeded to erupt, sending hot, glowing white spunk down her servants throat. The gush soon became too much for Iggy, who gagged and popped off the tip. Adelaide grabbed the servant girl by her voluminous dark hair and splattered her face and chest, making sure as much of her sperm absorbed into the girl as possible.

When it was all said and done, Iggy lay in a heap in front of her, her massive tits jiggling with each frantic breath. Adelaide sighed with momentary relief and took a second to inspect her handiwork. Iggy was still far from perfect, but the sperm had worked miracles on her body and face. Her features had become prettier, and even her teeth had begun to straighten. She was becoming quite pretty, and that paired with her voluptuous body, made her one of Adelaide’s favorites. She was also a little sex maniac, which Adelaide loved.

“She’s coming along very nicely, my King,” Tilly said.

"Indeed. And you've turned out even better!"

Tilly had been Adelaide’s first, and had received more of the princess-king’s corrupt seed than any other girl. It showed too. Tilly, like her master, was no longer human. Her skin was the same greenish hue, her eyes the same baleful red. Her body was no longer skinny or modest. She was nothing short of a goddess. Her breasts were large, gelatinous teardrops with dark green nipples that jutted proudly into the air. Her once cute features had sharpened into dark, enticing beauty. Her neck length chestnut locks had grown into a shoulder length mop of black curls. Even stranger, Tilly's body had grown with her master's. She was as tall as a man, and strong too. While she didn't possess the bulging muscles Adelaide had grown, her arms legs were toned and strong, filled with unnatural power and grace.

Tilly crawled onto her king, expertly positioning her elastic cunt onto the leviathan cock. With a hearty giggle, she slid down to the base and began admiring her master.

"I cannot believe how much you've grown, my King! Your muscles are so large and powerful! Is this the same sickly girl I once cared for?"

"Heh, I am neither of those things now!"

"How strange it must feel, to turn from a princess to a king."

"I still barely understand it myself. All I do know is that I love it! What a naive little bitch I was to think I could join with something so masculine and monstrous and not become masculine and monstrous myself."

"You are not a monster, you are a king!"

"Aye, perhaps," Adelaide pushed Tilly to her back and began to ram her in earnest, causing her jiggly tits to bounce in a hypnotic dance on her chest. "And every King needs a Queen. I think I've found mine!"

"Oh yes, my king!"

Adelaide idly wondered if her seed had taken root inside Tilly. How many of the other girls now bore her spawn? The idea that Adelaide might be a father was bewildering, yet so wonderfully natural. She was male, wasn't she? She had big, heavy balls full of seed and a thick cock to pump it into any quim she desired. Of course she could father children, and she would father dozens, maybe even hundreds throughout her life.

As the princess-turned-king wondered this, the doors to her chamber flew open and in stomped a group of five servant women led by Tabitha and her daughter Maura. They held brooms and shovels and other cleaning equipment, intending them as makeshift weapons. After Adelaide's rampage, the remaining servant women had gotten wise to her horror. Loyal to the end, they were here to make their final stand.

Adelaide had other plans.