Discovering he didn't gain everything he wanted

The next thing I knew I was in his strong arms, positioned on his monstrous cock, used as little more than a hole to fuck before all my curvy peers.

“It’s mmf… odd.” the behemoth of a man said.

I moaned, barely able to process his words. I felt drool slipping from between my puffy lips. My hands groped over my stomach, feeling the massive bulge there that slid in and out as I was hefted by nothing more than his vein riddled forearms. giggles escaped from my helpless mouth as I lovingly caressed his cock through my own skin.

“Just a moment ago I was small, the furthest-” he grunted causing a deluge of my juices to “squelch” out around the massive manhood as I felt his groan of pleasure rumble through me. The sound and the sensation rippled through me like a spell especially tuned to my wants as a slut.

“Fuck I should’ve just started with this.” he said as I felt the building warmth of so much of his holy pre filling me.

“Where was I? Oh, right…”

He continued to speak but as I came for the who-the-fuck-knows time, I lost all semblance of coherent thought. All there was revolved around that massive thing pummeling my deepest places, breaking me open so this god amongst all us simple humans could take me apart and make me his.

Yet as my mind slowly returned to reality, feeling that pounding hard rod spearing inside, the deeply intoxicating smells filling my senses, there was no question that I was already completely his.

His cock pulsed and I could feel the massive load shoot up his impaling rod. It exploded inside me, causing me to instantly bloat to insane proportions. I could feel it more than see it as I was once again sent into a mindless sea of pure pleasure.

I screamed, head whipping to the side, hair flipping across my face as I took in the amazing view of the man behind me. His large hand held me around the waist, using me like a cock-sleeve. He leaned back with a face of pleasure, eyes rolled back as he growled his own climax.

Again and again I felt the tide battering at my sanity as so much seed spilled from my gaping hole, being added to over and over again.

Inside i could literally feel his strong impregnating fluid invading my fertile eggs and i could only imagine with absolute ardor the countless single-celled forms taking shape just from that one amazing climax. I would be happy for eternity only if i could be in this moment forever, as nothing but this man's constant breeding tube, blessed to produce generations of beautiful copycats of the divinity himself.

At some point my senses returned to me. Laying on the floor in a heap before my king, I bathed in the last pulses of that massive load as his member spouted massive globs atop me. My midriff shrunk slowly, the steady tide of cum exiting my sated lips slowing as the pressure dissipated within.

Already, a handful of my feminine peers collected around the man of muscle. They lavished his body and that beautiful, throbbing cock with kisses and affection as they dabbled his sweaty skin with towels. He was so big and muscular that even sitting he looked down on the group that moved around him. That writhing throne of women he sat on seemed all the more excited by the fact splatters of his fresh seed had leaked onto them. I caught the faintest whiff of his heavenly musk, fresh from just abusing my previously virginal womb.

But why was he frowning? Did he not like me? Did I do something wrong? It worried me because more than anything I wanted to please him! Oh how much it mattered to me!

"This… I wanted to, well, I wanted this but now that I have it…" he said, confusion marring his otherwise perfect complexion as he watched me laying helpless and **** for his affection.

I crawled forward, dragging my body through the thick coating of this glorious man's "paint".

"Please, I don't know what I did but let me make it better! I will do anything if you command it my lord!"

I prostrated myself below that massive dick so that I could give him the only attention a small thing like me could deserve. I kissed his feet, slow and sensual, just as I knew he would like.

For a time it was quiet, just the sound of my puffed up lips on his toes and the sliding of warm towels over his bulging body.

And then there was scribbling, like pen on paper. I thought the sound came from my king but what use could he have for something as mundane as paper? He was a king of women, of dominating their fertile little holes. For that's all that I or any other of my classmates were good for, to be-

I stopped mid-kiss, leaving a trail of saliva to glisten on his perfect skin while a string of errant cum connected me to him. The thing that I had been thinking about and the things that I wanted to do... My desires and dreams… that wasn’t fucking me!

I jumped back, falling on my ridiculous ass, shrieking when I saw the horrible Transformation of my classmates into a hundred shades of bimbo all around me. Faces that were both familiar and not met me, morphed into hyper-sexualized monsters, my classmates doted on this… this…

The man looked at me with a twinkle in his eye and a small notebook in his thick fingers.

My life had been devoted to this school, to this man at it's head. To studying to be a slut and how to best entice him. But now I knew it was also a lie. It was all fabricated and I'd been re-written to be one of these disgusting pieces of meat who dripped with need over the fattest, most amazing…

I had to tear my eyes away, realizing that I'd been watching a fat blob of something white-ish dripping from his bulbous head.

"What's the matter Jasmine? I thought you said you'd do anything I wanted?" The pesk asked with his too-perfect smile somehow conveying that same lecherous, disgusting intent.

I remembered it all now, from waking up in a stupor, putting on a fucking bikini, thinking that it was my fucking school uniform! He’d fucked my face! I’d thought it was normal, a point of pride even that the jerk could use my mouth as a… cock warmer!? Then there was… whatever the fuck all this was?!

“What the fuck you piece of utter-mphbhmmf!”

Strong arms wrapped around my body, one of which covered my face, stopping me from passing on some well deserved hate.

I glared at the girls on either side of me, holding me firm enough that I could barely wiggle. I recognized them of course, both from my memories of this new and totally fucked reality as well as the real one from before. Fucking soccer players.

“Good girls” the trash said.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see them beaming at the praise. That just made me want to hit them even more but they were just too strong for me in this stupid, curvy body.

“And now I have an accomplice of sorts.” he said with that disgustingly handsome grin of his.

A girl, I didn’t give a fuck who, was slowly **** down his massive cock, face and neck splitting like a snake eating an ostrich egg as he leisurely pulled her face closer to his muscular hips.

“I’ll keep making the world into what I deserve and you get to watch along” he fucking winked at me! “a sort of sounding board for our new reality and all the great ideas I have.”

The girl’s pussy which was facing right at me exploded with her fem-cum as her body was obviously racked by bliss. Her legs wobbled as she screamed into the fat thing holding her aloof. She’d barely passed the halfway point, the disgusting piece of shit’s hand still pulling her down incessantly.

“What do you say?” he said, hands holding a small, unassuming notebook, pen at the ready.