"U-uh… UMFPH!?" Liam put his hands over his mouth to keep his "meal" from escaping.
Carl and Jeremy fared little better. Paler than death and sick enough to become dead, they forced down the last purple jelly-like pieces of whatever it was they ate until there was nothing left on the floor except for the sweat and tears of the three disgusted, nauseous men.
"Splendid performance!" Merillia congratulated the three eunuchs. "And not a moment too soon—the tormented priestesses over there are in desperate need of proper satisfaction."
"I'm in desperate need of a bucket," Liam said, barely lucid enough from nausea to even think properly.
"Weren't we supposed to get our dicks back?" Jeremy asked and checked under his kilt just in case.
"SHUT UP!" Carl growled. "Are you doubting her Majesty!?"
"Uh, of course not!" Jeremy realized how suicidal his question was. "It's just… I thought—"
"Don't think! Obey!" Carl said. Not that Carl appeared to be in any better condition mentally or physically than Jeremy. Carl then looked up at Merillia and nervously, timidly spoke, "M-my Queen… W-what-ugh! … What would you have us do? We will follow your every command, but in our current condition I do not see-UGH!?"
Carl's entire body convulsed and he covered his mouth, fearing that he was about to vomit in front of the queen and inadvertently reject his one chance at survival. But nothing rushed up his throat. Instead, another convulsion. And another. And—
"UAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Carl screamed in agony and fell to the floor, spasming in agony. Liam and Jeremy fell to the same fate.
"It's starting," Merillia smiled and looked at Olivia. The naked girl's head hung back. Her eyes were pure white. Her arms hung limply, swaying to the rhythm of the thrusts from countless translucent tentacles.
But while Olivia passed out from an overload of pleasure, the three eunuchs experienced nothing of the sort. And neither were they permitted rest. As if the safety switch that was supposed to protect their brains from inhumane suffering had been disabled, all three eunuchs were endlessly tormented with no release or end in sight. And even that was robbed of them. The sheer pain overload robbed all three of all their senses.
Unable to think, unable to breathe, and no longer even capable of screaming, the three tortured souls could not even comprehend what transformation their bodies went through. But there were those that saw it clearly. Queen Merillia, the three captive priestesses. They heard every crack of the bone, every joint snap, every gurgle that followed their internal transformation, while the external mutations were plain to see.
The three men's bodies changed color, their limbs snapped back and forth at unnatural angles, and with each snap grew in size and muscle density. Their legs soon became the thickness of tree trunks, their abdominal "six-packs" grew extra packs as their torsos lengthened. And as the men outgrew their kilts, something else grew from beneath.
From under the kilts that now looked the size of miniskirts on such preposterous bodies, grew an organ of unreasonable girth. Covered in overgrowth of thick, throbbing veins, the organ grew past what would fit in any ordinary woman's cock receptor. The horrific mutations that would make a girl faint from fear, made the captive priestesses salivate.
"Quick! Put it in me!!" Victoria begged as she humped Priscilla's leg.
"NO, ME!!" Priscilla shouted, drooling as she looked at the outrageous phallic objects like they were gifts from God. "Come here and fuck me already! Split me open with those cocks!!"
"Please, come to your senses!!" Helen begged her mesmerized friends, trying to ignore her drenched pussy that ached for those very same cocks, that made Helen dream of getting ravaged, fucked, pounded straight into the next world.
Helen bit her lip, desperately fighting the unnatural urges. The urges that were not this bad since she felt them for the first time many years ago. If only the High Priest was here now! If only he could bring salvation. If only he'd deliver her from these blasphemous thoughts and fill her with his cock instead.
"Oh, Lucarad, please save me!" Helen cried, desperately holding on to the memory of the High Priest's cock.
But Helen's cries were drowned out by the moans and screams of her two friends who followed each twitch of the three new cocks with their eyes, cursing every second that they spend without those cocks within their wombs.
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