Her fault

Her eyes glanced stunned at the vanished pillar of light and then at the perverted guy that suddenly had his body shifted grotesquely. She stepped away and shielded herself like god's wrath was contagious.

"The fuck was that?! What the hell happened to you?!" she shrieked.

"It's your fault,if you just took the damn money none of this would've happened, you bitch!" you yelled, feeling how flabby your arms were.

She tried backing away but immediately bumped into a wall stopping her, as you approached grabbing her shoulders.

"You heard that fucking guy! If you can't put out, he's going to somehow do something even worse, and I don't want to see that. So can you make up for how badly YOU screwed me, or am I just fucked?"

"Y-yes..." she muttered, already tearing up at your smell, but powering through to send a look of pure compliance.

"What?!" you couldn't believe that this bitch was suddenly willing to help out, at bit too late considering; unless if she had some sickening fetish you now aligned with and somehow money didn't seem to be in consideration at all.

"I'll help you. It's clear that you need me for something, so I've got to help right?" She meekly explained.

"Follow here and kneel down" You ordered, dragging her into an alleyway while you still grieved for your past form.

She gagged on the smell sooner than she could've off of the taste, but from the way her tongue recoiled on your dick; they were at significantly different magnitudes, that you couldn't care for as you grabbed her head and slammed her down to start gagging from your length as well.

Despite having 4 of her 5 senses tortured by your accursed dick, she still looked up at you in complete apology at your unfortunate circumstances and with an impressive degree of willpower shown by merely tolerating you. Even more surprisingly, she started to blush, drool, pant out; her sex drive building up beneath her disgust; maybe proving an old myth about women being disgusting perverts deep down.

It was once said that men have a higher frequency on perversion; wanting to fuck a different girl each hour, but if 'romance' novels had any truth; women were the kinkier gender, having the deeper depravity, wanting to be bound in various depraved dungeons by any monstrous stud.

Fucking this punk's throat as she struggled to hold onto her lunch, didn't seem to invoke god's forgiveness or even his approval, so you pulled back, giving this dazed girl a couple cock smacks as you informed that you're going to fuck her.

"o-okay"

Tossing her onto her back and lifting her pants up was done in quick succession, about as quick as tearing off her panties and pressing into her soaking wet folds.

She groaned loudly at the sudden intrusion and tried to reach around on instinct. The most she could grab were your fat thick arms as they groped her shirt and bra covered breasts, her legs folded up over herself as you pressed down on her with your weight like a king-walrus.

Moaning as you fucked her, her mouth did that thing you like; inviting a kiss as her tongue trailed out in euphoria. The way her eyes rolled up and her body shook as her tongue was pulled into the most toxic place divinely imaginable; she felt the peak of disgust, but that oddly flipped to the other **** as her pussy clenched, begging for some of the most putrid seed.

Despite being such a disgusting beast, it was truly touching deep down to see this attractive punk bitch give into you and fully fall for the pleasure you shared. If she didn't tell you to piss off when you were normal, you'd have figured she was only frigid on the outside with a heart of gold deep down to accept you. Either way, you creampied this whore tainted by your filth and even left her dripping a murky yellowish swill as she twitched on the pavement.

Looking at your dick, and it's handywork on her snatch, you froze waiting on the grace of god to shine down; since this was the best you figured you could do within minutes.

A radiance shined on your back, remarking "...eh passable". It then vanished; causing a wave of relief followed by panic if you had to go again without any reward.

It suddenly shone again, "Right, for this act I suppose this boon may be suitable-the sexual physicality to crush and overtake others-" it explained as you glanced down at your twitching prey,"-The Big Dick boon.......use it well" the light faded with a greater sense of staying power.

Your spent cock then grew to be inhumanly massive and pulsing with vitality that didn't match a man that just nutted.

"Something for your co-star" it added, reappearing lastly, before finally vanishing for good this time- for real/ until next the act, with the punk's shirt and bra splitting open as her titties swelled, showing off her piercings, as her new massive rack bounced on its own.

Looking at your massive disgusting cock and her giant milkers, filled you with a few thoughts on entertaining.