Isabelle, the Futa Drone

While Tim and Brittany consummated their relationship, Isabelle watched wide eyed with horror, amazement and... arousal. Brittany's cum held her pinned to the wall and seeped into her nose and mouth.

Gobs of the sentient goo climbed down her throat, gagging her.

Minute by minute its viral load transformed Isabelle.

Isabelle felt her tongue swell and opened her mouth... out climbed a new tongue two feet in length that reached down and shoveled more cum into her belly.

She felt an intense burning and pressure in her groin. Gradually the zipper of her jeans gave way, and two snake like penis burst from her.

Her breasts pushed out, popping off her bra and shredding her sweater. Even more startling, Isabelle felt her nipples distend... and then saw penile glans form on the tips that sprouted out like long snakes from the breast flesh.

As Tina left the room, and The Queen remained inert on the floor, Isabelle's new form pried herself off the wall.

The Queen turned to see her new Drone, equipped to satisfy her needs.

Brittany thought they should find a more suitable place for her orgasm, so the fluids could drain to infect others...

Leaving the apartment they proceeded to the lockerroom next to the buildings workout gym. Brittany lay down on the cold tile floor of the communal shower.

"Come here Isabelle, and pleasure your Queen." Brittany telepathsized to Isabelle. No words were spoken.

Isabelle knelt before Brittany's prostrate figure, and went to work.

Lifting the Queen's immense scrotum, Isabelle's dual clit snakes worked their way into Brittany's pussy and ass. Brittany wriggled and screamed at the sensation.

Next the Drone straddled each of her immense breasts along side Brittany's vertical penis and stroked them up and down along the pole. The feel of the soft fresh along her cock cause more cum to rise in the Queen's appendage...

An electric shock went through Brittany's body as the Drone's breast cocks plunged into the Queen's gaping areolae.

The Drone the spoke. "My job is to pleasure you, and impregnate you. Are you ready, my Queen?"

Brittany could only a manage a whimper and a nod.

On cue, the Drone's four appendages began to thrust in and out of the Queen. Drone cum built up in all of them.

Isabelle leaned forward and kissed and stroked the basketball sized glans of her Queen.

Opening her mouth, the Drone's last pleasure organ, her mutated tongue, descended the Queen's meter plus urethra. Sensing the tongue had reached the Queen's urethra, Isabelle sealed her lips around the opening and pushed her tongue deeper.

The Queen and Drone simultaneously orgasmed... the Drone releasing her seed into the hive uterus and the Queen sending gallons of cum down the Drone's throat.

The pair collapsed **** on the shower floor. Fluids leaked, co-mingled and seeped into the drains. Their futa appendages grew flaccid, the Queen's cock and balls retreating into her pregnant belly ruse. The Drone's snake appendages retracted as well.