Hypno Latex Singularity

by NeonSwaglordChen (ao3)

Chapter 1: Abigail

Abigail Williams for the last few minutes had been wailing her tiny delicate fists upon the locked door of this apartment with as much fury as she could muster. Those who did not know her, and saw such a feat outside of this particular scenario, would be surprised by the strength this little girl could muster. However in this singularity she had awoken in, she found herself in a dire state of undress and without her powers. Her connections to the eldritch beings that lurked beyond our scope of reality severed, rendering her useless as a heroic spirit. Worst of all is that as she continued to pound away at the frustratingly sturdy door, she could still feel the presence of that Thing in the room with her. That thing standing further into the depths of the apartment. That thing that every time Abby turned to look at it, she found herself struggling more to look away. And whenever she did manage to, the urge to look back grew stronger. 

Perhaps some context is needed however. It started several days ago when a singularity was detected, the Chaldeans having become adjusted to their new life in the Wandering Sea were quick to react, but hesitant to investigate. At the suggestions of the tiny genius Da Vinci, they held back from immediately going in. She deemed the singularity to be a minor issue, not so much of a genuine threat, she was having a great deal of trouble trying to observe it. For whatever reason the singularity was entirely shrouded in mists of obscuration. No matter what she couldn't discern any details of it beyond a significantly large concentration of mana underneath the grounds of the tiny space the singularity occupied. So for now until it could be better probed it would be rendered off limits. In hindsight it would have been better to lead the charge and break in straight away.

Illya was the first to go missing. Illyasviel Von Einzbern, a magical girl who had been under the care of her master for quite some time now, a good few years. She was due for a tea party with her master Ritsuka and some of the other servants that day, but she was nowhere to be found. It was then that Da Vinci had detected magical signatures of Illya in the singularity, no one was sure how, but Da Vinci estimated that she was somehow taken in the dead of night to this singularity. Now that a servant had been taken, this warranted immediate action. However since it appeared, its defences only grew in strength not only making probing impossible beyond detecting the barest signatures of servant life signs, but it was also proving impossible to break in and manifest themselves in this singularity. Indeed all the Chaldeans could do is wait for Da Vinci to make a breakthrough, literally and figuratively. 

She never got the chance to.

As the days rolled by more servants were snatched. A pattern was quickly picked up upon when the next servant the following day was Chloe. And then it was Miyu, and then Shuten Douji. Just before Da Vinci was able to reveal her grand plan to infiltrate the singularity, she was snatched away too to this singularity, leaving the Chaldeans in a sorry state on how to proceed. The day after it was Abigail Williams' turn.

She was scampering about the halls of their new facility trying to navigate her way to the kitchen. A midnight hunger and thirst pulled her from the lull of slumber, and was dire enough that she had to fight against her fears and tread out. She had figured out it was the other child servants such as herself who were being taken, or in the case of Miss Shuten and Miss Da Vinci, child-like. But even still she didn't want to be snatched either, so she crept around, careful of her surroundings for anything dubious. This would prove to be folly, because as soon as she had blinked she found herself on the walkway of an apartment complex. She was stunned, taking a while to process what had happened. And then a while longer. Abby was left in a stupor as she examined her surroundings, which were frightening to say the least. It was a fairly standard looking apartment complex, bar the sticky black floor she had sunk slightly into. It had a rubbery feeling to it, and was particularly shiny. so shiny in fact that when she observed it she saw herself in the reflection, and the tiny little string bikini she had on. Abby let out a squeal of embarrassment and tried to cover herself in a futile effort for modesty, but it would do little to help. The triangles of cloth that formed the bikini top were so small that her precious tiny pink areolas could be seen outside of it, the chill air giving her nipples a slight hardness to it. The thong which was little more than strands of string were digging into her flower, showing the puffy lips to the world.

Abby had to duck down lest she have a meltdown from the embarrassment, but after carefully peaking up to see if anyone had spotted her, she finally noticed her surroundings, and her bashfulness of her lewd appearance had drained away in place of fear. The sky was a dark and sinister red, as was the sun that hung low in the sky, casting a deep crimson glow to the world. Beyond the borders of the walkway was a thick mist that obscured vision beyond the boundaries of the complex. Abby had shuddered in place, gulping as a cold sweat trickled down. She pulled her focus away and looked down the walkway to see a single door slightly ajar, with light creeping out of it, and the voice of her master coming from it. Abby perked up instantly, hearing her beloved masters voice and rushing towards the door, her fear long forgotten.

In hindsight Abby would call this a mistake, and shortly after would call it the best decision she ever made. But for the time being, emotions running high had her run from the scary sight outside into the more inviting confines of an apartment that she believed her master to be inside of. So Abby barged in to the apartment, only there was no Ritsuka. No there was no master at all. What she saw instead was... strange...

It was a creature, humanoid with the vague visage of a woman. It had massive breasts, plump thighs, a bulging stomach giving the impression of very late pregnancy, and its skin was coated entirely in that same rubbery material she had been stepping in outside. Perhaps the most frightening aspect of this fetish fiend was its head. It had a big of an elongated skull, its head also coated entirely in the rubber material. It had no eyes, no nostrils, and no ear holes. It had the vague outlines of ears and a nose, but no distinct features, just the impression. The most obvious feature of it was its mouth. Very thick lips fixed into a perfect plump circle, protruding slightly out. It elicited vulgar images in Abby's mind, who had seen some faces like this in master's naughty books. It gave Abby a torrent of emotions swirling inside of her, her underdeveloped mind not capable to handle such thoughts. It struck fear into her with how uncanny it was, and yet it also stirred a fire in her belly, an itch in her loins.

Too little too late though had the door slammed behind her. And so this is where Abby found herself minutes after in the present time, slamming her girly fists against the sturdy door whilst that thing had been standing there. Seemingly not hostile as it hadn't done anything. Yet.

Abby finally relented, accepting the futility of breaking the door down. She had wondered if perhaps in part it was due to this pink mist that had filled the room. Wait, pink mist? Abby whirled around, immediately without thinking her eyes latched onto the rubbery monster and her breath hitched and her heart sped up just a little bit before she settled down. She saw that whilst she was making an effort to escape the entire apartment had filled slightly with a noticeable pink mist. Upon observation she saw it coming out of the rubber woman's delicious looking mouth in quick puffs. Wait, was that right? Abby had called it a thing? But no it was rude to call it a thing, it was clearly a woman. And a very beautiful woman who was making Abby feel all sorts of sensitive emotions. Abby had wondered if perhaps it was the mists doing, that whatever the beautiful woman was releasing from her succulent lips was lowering Abby's inhibitions, making her more vulnerable and susceptible. Abby thought, that sounded bad, and yet when she really thought about it she couldn't come up with a single reason on why? As far as she was aware, she felt nice and tingly, and the sexy latex lady who has been looking at her for a while now was being nice by providing her with this funny gas. Abby didn't even question where these new words had come from.

Abby just knew she had to get more of this gas, and figured the best way was to get closer to her new master. Wait master? No Abby you're jumping the gun there, she's just a nice lady, you don't know if she wants to be your new master. In a hazy stupor Abby shambled over. Her eyes half lidded and glazed over, mouth slack as drool trickled out. She took slow steps towards the woman and stopped short, before collapsing forwards. Her face had sunk right into the woman's rotund belly, clearly not as solid as she'd expected, as it reluctantly gave way to her weight pushing her face into it. She felt the rubbery material protest against her as it caved in and moulded itself around her. Abby's breathing was limited as the rubber cut off her access to the air, forcing her to take in a distinct smell of sweat underneath the latex. It smelled just as divine as the gas.

She felt rubber hands on her shoulders pry her away, and the belly returned to its original shape, and Abby was allowed to breathe once more. Abby lazily gazed up at the doll, and she raised her own arms up in a universal gesture of wanting to be held. The doll complied, placing her hands on Abby's tiny little rear and giving a soft squeeze before hoisting Abby up. Abby was forced to wrap her legs around the doll for support, her thighs resting in the sweaty gap between the doll's bulbous stomach and her fat mammeries.  Abby had then slunk forwards, bracing herself with her hands upon the dolls shoulders before they slid down, resting upon the gigantic breasts as she gave a few experimental squeezes and rubs. She shuddered at the sensation, it felt so right. Then she looked up. Up towards the dolls face. A puff of the gas was released directly into Abby's face, and up through into her senses. The gas at this distance far more concentrated, working faster to reduce Abby's mind to horny mush. It was a feeling entirely unknown to her. this warmth in her belly, this tightening in her chest, this racing heartbeat.

Abby continued to stare hazily at the doll, little did she realise she was inching closer and closer. Subconsciously wanting to be closer to the smell, to the gas and its source. The doll too was inching closer. And then their lips connected. Or more precisely, the dolls thick plump ringlike lips slammed over Abby's face and formed a wet sticky seal over her entire mouth and nose. Abby was shocked, her eyes widening as she let out a muffled gasp. Then the gas came flooding in. The gas that had been slowly seeping out to lull Abby into dropping her guard and twisting her into a perverted being was now being dumped on mass right into her body. Thick billows were being pumped straight into Abby, being absorbed instantly and circulating throughout her mind and body. If there ever was a chance of Abby escaping back to Chaldea, back to normality, it was now lost.

Bright pink hearts formed in Abby's pupils as the gas eroded away her senses and reasoning, and she let out muffled screams of bliss as she experienced her first orgasm. The waves of pleasure crashing into her, Abby found herself instinctively grabbing onto the doll, clawing into it in an effort to wrap herself tighter into the doll's rubbery embrace. The doll aided Abby by squeezing her into the latex flesh, only bringing greater pleasure to Abby as she violently grinded and rubbed her now unfathomably sensitive parts against the rubbery body, the dryness of it creating a friction that only served to bring her more pleasure. Abby was locked like that for what seemed like an eternity, her mouth trapped in the warm wet kiss of this doll as more of that heavenly gas melted her mind into a perverted mess, her body rubbing itself against the dolls, her legs digging herself deeper into the squishy embrace of her plump latex belly which was quickly growing slick with Abby's endless stream of love juices. She had no idea how long this had been going on for, a minute, hours, it didn't matter. She was in heaven, the never ending eternal loop of orgasm after orgasm, the sheets below thoroughly soaked with her cum as was the doll she was still rubbing against and making more and more slippery with every blissful release.

Regardless of how long it went on for, eventually the doll released its oral hold upon Abby, though still kept her squished tight into her rubbery flesh so she could ride out the last dozen or so orgasms. The lip lock broke, and Abby let out a deep breath as she was exposed back to relatively fresh air. Abby was a mess, a very thick bright pink ring of lipstick stained her face, around her mouth, complimenting the pink hearts in her eyes. She twitched and spasmed in the embrace, now with the gas cut off, she rode out her last few bouts of pleasure before finally settling down. She was practically hyperventilating, trying to grasp back fresh air into her lungs and recover her energy after the consecutive waves of cumming she underwent. Abby was too far out of it to realise just how soaked the place was, the dolls entire torso and even crotch and legs now coated in a thick layer of Abby's juices, and the sheets below darkened as she had practically formed a puddle below her. It was truly a breaking experience, the immature servant having gone from not knowing such pleasures once in her life to having a lifetime of orgasms in moments. 

All was silent in the room bar Abby's heavy breathing, her pants being the only sound now that her moans and squeals had died out with the gas being cut off. 

Abby then was unceremoniously dropped onto the bed, and she let out a delicate noise as the air was sapped from her lungs again from the impact, but soon she settled down and managed to finally get a normal circulation going as the high settled. Her vision was slowly coming back into focus as she became aware of her surroundings, and her eyes settled upon her lover, a smile of mind-broken bliss settling on her face as she let out a whimper of delight. She held her arms up in an invitation. Lover sounded right, after all this woman was so kind to let Abby into her apartment away from the scary noises. And she was kind enough to make Abby feel so good. She hadn't felt this happy since... since... that person... brought her to... 

Try as she might Abby was struggling to remember anything before entering the apartment, vague shapes and voices were floating in her mind, but soon they were being corroded away. All Abby was remembering was who she was, and her lover that took her in. Yes, this was her life now.

The doll had joined Abby on the bed, brushing her legs aside as the doll sat down opposite Abby. She raised her head enough to just see what was happening, and saw the dolls puffy pussy bulging out of the confines of the latex only inches away from Abby's own. The doll reached down to snap off the tiny bikini Abby wore, and now she was truly naked before her new lover. Soaked in her own juices that were only leaking more profusely at the anticipation, Abby was very thin and lithe. Ribs poking out of her emancipated body, tiny perk nipples poking up erectly from her flat underdeveloped breasts, a smooth hairless puffy cunny that had yet to be touched by anyone. That was until now. Her face was heavily flushed red, a look of pure joy across it as the pink hearts in her eyes pulsed with feelings of love.

Then they touched, and Abby threw her head back and howled in pleasure. Her mind so far gone that just their genitals pressing up being enough to send her over. Then the doll began to move, gyrating her hips to grind against Abby's puffy delicate flower as the little girl grasped at the sheets and writhed in pleasure, moaning and panting as her smooth flat chest rose and fell with her girlish pants, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth as her eyes glazed over. And so the room was filled with the pants and moans of this child, the rubbery squeaking of latex, and the wet slaps of love being made. The cycle of rubbing and grinding continue on, yet to Abby's slowly growing frustration she wasn't climaxing as she was before. When her lover kissed her that feeling was consuming her very soul, she was in an endless burst of pleasure, and yet whilst it felt good for the two of them to be connected like this, Abby wished for that release once more. She felt like she'd go crazy if she didn't, but every time her breathing got a little more rapid and she started to tremble more, the doll would slow down her movements and ease on the pressure, allowing Abby to cool down. The little girl was trapped on a constant brink of edging, every time she grew close babbling about how desperate she was to cum the doll wouldn't let her. Tears started to trickle down Abby's cheeks as her pleas for release grew louder and more wild.

It was then that as Abby felt her climax coming once more, the doll not only stopped but moved away entirely. What remnants of the charming gas soon evaporated, and the door swung open. Clarity came to Abby's lust riddled mind as she was quick to realise her chance now to escape, for freedom. Her memories came flooding back of Chaldea, of her Master. She felt a pang of despair and guilt well in her heart at the realisation that she had so easily allowed herself to be taken advantage of. She climbed up off of the bed on shaky legs, the hearts still persisted in her eyes, yet she glared at the doll for how it violated her. Still flush with sweat and dripping juices, Abby slowly made her way to the door intent on escaping.

And then she stopped. Just inches from the threshold of the door and freedom, Abby paused. She didn't understand, this situation should have been revolting her, she should be disgusted and afraid. So why? Why was her heart beating so fast at the thought of the doll, and why did she feel so sad at the idea of leaving? She could end it all, return to Chaldea, to her master. And then it finally hit her, and Abby sighed in resignation. She shut the door and turned. The pink hearts in her eyes throbbed into a shining red, and she wore a dreamy smile of lust. An elaborate tattoo then faded over her slightly rounded stomach, flourishing spirals and patterns of love, and it pulsed a soft hazy pink. She took shaky steps and returned back to the waiting arms of the Doll. Abby had given up. No, she had already given up the moment she allowed the doll to kiss her. She had been broken a long time ago, the door, the choice to leave? It was merely an illusion of such. She hadn't realised it then, but already deep down she had fully submitted to her new life of carnal lusts at the hands of her new master. 

Reaching the bed, Abby was picked up by the doll under the arms, and she let out a sigh of bliss as she was pulled into an embrace, nestling her head into the soft rubbery breasts of the doll. Abby felt safe. She felt warm, and loved, and desired. Whether such thoughts were genuine or lies hadn't mattered to the little girl, it all felt just too right. Her sighs of bliss soon turned to gasps as she felt the dolls hands wander down, rubbing over her soft rear and giving it a few delicate squeezes, before one of her hands travelled its way in between and found her slit. The warm rubbery fingers danced along her lips, gently tracing the shape of her puffy entrance. Abby once again found arousal swelling up inside of her, and she mewled in delight into the chest of her doll. Yes, her doll, that sounded right. Just as much as she belonged to the doll, the doll belonged to her. 

Abby let out a sharp gasp and a drawn out moan as finally the doll slipped two fingers inside of her, gently prying apart the well lubricated folds of her underdeveloped womanhood. A place she once had hoped to save for her master had now been taken by her doll, and she was loving it. Abby wrapped her arms around the doll once again, clawing her tiny delicate hands into the rubbery skin as her breathing hitched with every inch of finger that slid deeper inside of her. And then the fingers stopped. Abby felt them as she instinctively gripped over the intruding digits, loving how just two of her lovers fingers had easily filled her up so. By the way it felt, Abby had to guess she had taken her dolls fingers up to the knuckles, and on her first try as well. She had really felt like a big girl now. She had wondered if her former master would have been proud to see his little girl being so naughty and taking all of this in. However the doll had a trick up her sleeve, not content to just leave her fingers sitting there inside of Abby's underaged pussy.

Abby's eyes shot open with shock and ecstasy as she felt a swelling inside of her, and she realised that her doll had inflated her fingers. The digits swelled up inside of her, stretching her tight cunny and applying a satisfying pressure to her moist walls. A symphony of girlish pants and moans resonated throughout the apartment walls as the doll pistoned her fingers in and out of Abby, holding the child close to her as she squirmed and writhed in the dolls embrace, the swollen rubbery appendages scraping against her every nerve and sending a storm of pleasure throughout her entire being. The sheets underneath them becoming thoroughly soaked once again as, be it from the doll herself or perhaps even the singularity as a whole, she never felt herself tire nor her lust subside. Yet another orgasm crashed through Abby's core as she ground herself against the doll's fingers. 

The doll then withdrew her fingers from Abby, still inflated and drawing whimpers of longing and shudders of satisfaction, and then shifted Abby onto her hands and knees facing away from the doll. The little girls small, soft, defenceless butt was left bare and vulnerable to the doll, and so she sunk the inflated fingers back into Abby's now stretched pussy as she hooked the fingers of her other hand around into Abby's mouth. Abby greedily licked and sucked on the hand presented to her, running her tongue and swirling it about the invasive fingers in a manner and skill that would be unbefitting of a girl her age. Yet it all felt right to her. The doll then withdraw her hand from Abby's mouth, satisfied with the lubrication, and gave one firm slap to Abby's rear cheeks. Another orgasm was drawn out from the blonde girl, and she was loving it. Abby felt like she would never tire of this, the constant loop of pleasure.

Abby's eyes shrunk to pinpricks and she found herself clenching her teeth as her other hole was being probed. Through clenched teeth she panted and smiled as the doll had forced her other fingers into Abby's previously unmolested anus, the fingers already being inflated. With both her holes now filled Abby's arms gave out underneath her and she slumped down, without the strength she resigned herself to only feeling the pleasure the doll was bringing her as two sets of two fingers pounded her once previously pristine holes. She couldn't even muster the strength to moan anymore, the room being filled only with her soft pants and the squeaks of rubber grinding against rubber. She hissed in an intoxicating feeling of pleasure and pain as she felt the fingers swell up even more, further stretching her already abused body. But Abby didn't care, she had never felt this good before, and she didn't want to live without this pleasure. It all felt right. 

Abby didn't know how long she had been in there for, how long she would be in there for, but soon her senses became hazy and she began to lose her hold on reality. Her mental fortitude eroded from the erogenous activities as more and more her mind was focusing only on the dopamine rushes from every orgasm that hit, and disregarding everything else. Abby allowed herself to fall into a cloudy stupor of pleasure, she lied there and took the dolls fingers into her holes, she let the doll pepper her with kisses as more thick pink rings coated her body from the dolls endlessly replenishing lipstick, she let the doll lick her for at some point a slimy pink tongue protruded from the dolls gaping maw and slathered a pink slime that made Abby's skin itch with delight. When the doll brought her close, Abby reciprocated, she suckled on the doll's large breasts muttering words of affection, she lapped at the doll's rubbery pussy, she allowed the doll to sit on her face.

For Abby her life as a servant had ended, and now her life as a preteen sex doll began. For she had become this monsters toy to play with, an outlet for its sexual desires. And Abigail Williams was happy. 

Chapter 2: Shuten-Douji

Shuten-Douji had found herself in an unusual place. A darkly lit apartment complex drenched in a foreboding fog and an eerie red sun, moans softly resonating through the complex. She was quick to take stock of the situation she had found herself in, starting with her status. A quick lookdown showed that she was still in one piece, nothing missing. Her flat features hugged tightly by the unusual coverings attached to her bare pale chest and crotch, her kimono hanging loosely offering as little modesty as possible. To her dismay the Oni did not have any of her intoxicating beverages, not a single hint of rice wine to be found on the petite demon. And also she didn't have her sword. But that wasn't a problem for Shuten, as an Oni she had unnatural levels of brutal physical strength, even in such a tiny stunted body. Realising that she had no booze to satiate her thirst only made the situation she was in more frustrating, being tramped in this damned singularity that had been kidnapping servants of her calibre. She had been quick on the uptake when the singularity was first discovered and noticed that it was Illya of all servants who had been taken, piecing together the pattern of servants taken. Shuten hadn't thought much of it, believing herself to be above such an inconvenience as a loli stealing singularity, and that the bespeckled genius her master was always fawning over would have a solution soon enough. She was promptly kidnapped before she could.

It was one night when Shuten was on the prowl for a midnight snack that she suddenly blanked out and found herself on this balcony in a mere moment. And so she stood here, her sandals keeping her above the sticky slimy floor which she quickly recognised to be latex, a synthetic rubbery material similar to the kind that cow of a woman wore. After hearing banging and girlish moaning from a nearby room that was locked tightly shut, a wry grin swept across Shuten's face as she pieced together exactly what this singularity was about, and she let her long tongue lash out and lick her teeth. This would prove to be fun after all. Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw none other than the bespeckled genius herself, naked, running along the opposite end of the complex. It hadn't seemed like she had seen Shuten as she rounded a corner, but Shuten had seen her, and the gigantic cock that was freely bouncing between her legs. That gave Shuten pause, she wasn't aware that girl had such a tool under her belt, but she was roused from her stupor when following Da Vinci was an unusual sight of floating ghostly hands. The hands were of a mature woman, feminine and painted. Close behind was a large sphere of latex flapping by on wings, the strangest aspect being the almost comically large pair of lips on its front. It had seemed like none of them had seen Shuten, and she debated chasing after to help out, but held herself back. It would be best to save Da Vinci when she had a better grasp of the situation than throw herself in blind and have two servants at the monsters mercy.

That's when a door opened up before Shuten, gently swinging open just ahead. Shuten decided to investigate this odd occurrence, and strolled her way along until reaching the room and then peering inside. That's when Shuten saw it, that thing. The room was largely an ordinary and unassuming apartment, but sat near the end was a large plush bed, and on top some female shaped beast. Coated entirely in latex with a featureless face bar a large plump ring like pair of lips, it had gigantic heaving breasts and a plump belly giving the impression of late-stage pregnancy. The thighs were thick, and the penis it was stroking as also delightfully large. Shuten had to do a double take at that, it was truly an unusual sight. She had to admit that if it had an actual face, it would be a rather attractive sight.

"Fu fu~ my my what a repulsive creature you are~" Shuten giggled as she regarded the beast of a woman before her. She could tell it was looking directly at her, and only seemed to increase the pace of its stroking when Shuten actually addressed it. Beads of a gooey pink pre-cum oozed out of the tip and dribbled down before being flicked about by the increasingly fast strokes of this futanari nightmare. "Ho~ Is that thing supposed to be for me sweetie~?" Shuten practically sung out in voice that danced in the air "My~ how disgusting~", her giggles of mockery only seemed to further drive the creature in excitement. "Well~ I'd like to stay and entertain this repulsive sight, but I need to resolve this singularity~ have fun now sweetie~" Shuten sang out before blowing a kiss towards the creature and making her way out of the apartment to continue exploring this singularity. She did this by turning around, taking several steps back into the apartment, shutting the door, and locking it. "Of course I can't leave before defeating you~ Fu fu fu~ Who knows what horrible things you'd do to a pretty young girl if left unchecked~". The creature only continued to pleasure itself as it looked at the now approaching petite oni.

What Shuten had failed to realise is that the moment she opened the door she had been hit by a wave of a now more refined and potent gas. Since the singularity had claimed even more of the Chaldea kids, it had adapted to be more efficient in claiming and breaking them. This new gas that was being tested on Shuten was a subtler kind, gradually driving a state of lust into the unaware oni, already the straps that covered her growing tighter as they clung to her gradually soaking cunny. To add to this, the gas also acted as a subtle inhibitor of common sense. Where Shuten would have seen an enemy that she needed to cut down with her sword, she instead saw an enemy that needed to be sucked off to be defeated. The sultry oni licked her lips as she made a display of swaying her hips, shirking off her kimono and peeling away the straps covering her sensitive parts to bear her delicate petite form to the monster. A blush was steadily growing on her cheeks, her body growing hotter as fluids of arousal trickled down between her soft thighs.

Shuten knelt down between the spread legs of the monster, rubbing her hands up and down the overly plump thighs and squeezing them. The latex felt nice under her small hands. She regarded the imposingly large cock that twitched before her, the creature having since removed its hands to lean back and support itself on them. She could feel a smug energy coming from it despite the complete lack of a real face. Well two could play at that game, though Shuten was finding it hard to keep up her usual domineering act in the face of such a magnificent cock. "My my~ what a frightening blade you're carrying~ what were you planning to do with this~?" said Shuten as she leaned in, pressing her nose right into the base of the cock where it flared out, her lips pressing against the sack as she inhaled deeply and shuddered. An intoxicating scent of sweat coated vinyl and fresh semen enraptured her senses, "Goodness~ do you even wash this ghastly thing~ you were going to put this inside of little girls~? Fu fu~ it seems I need to educate you on a few things first sweetie~". Shuten spent several more moments breathing in the lewd smells of the cock, the musk most potent at the base of the shaft, before she broke away slightly to plant kisses on the mighty rod. The loli oni's soft small lips making wet sounds as she peppered a trail of delicate kisses up the length of the monsters latex penis, each touch of her lips eliciting a twitch and further beads of precum that began to trail down Shuten's cheeks.

When she finally reached the head of the cock, she licked her lips once again, her heart hammering in her small flat chest. It was unusual to feel this way. Sex was something the lewd demon was all too familiar with, she had enjoyed the spoils of men and women many times, a favourite of hers being the delectable Ibaraki-Douji and her beloved Master. Yet all those times whilst pleasure flowed through her, she never felt weak. She was always in control of the situation, they served her, and she returned the favour if she so felt. And yet juices dripped out of her in a torrent of excitement as she willingly serviced this monster first, her slim fingers tracing over her own body, a hand pinching at her painfully hard nipples and another brushing against her soaked flower. Shuten leaned in and gave an experimental lick of the cock, lapping up a trail of the pink pre-cum and finally getting a full taste of it on her tongue. It was delicious, sweet on her tongue, and she had a burning desire in her belly for more. "Fu fu~ goodness if you had told me earlier sweetie that you had such delicious cum I wouldn't have insulted you so~ then again you seemed to enjoy it~" Shuten said in an attempt to rein in control of herself and the situation. The gas may have made her suspectable to the ero trap she had fallen in, but she was still Shuten, and Shuten was always in charge of these situations... right...?

Wasting no more time, Shuten placed a final kiss upon the slit of the cock before taking the entire length deep into her throat. The oni had done away a gag reflex a long time ago when she was still true flesh and blood and not a replica from the throne of heroes, so she had no trouble slamming her head up and down, taking the entire length down her throat as she swirled her tongue around the shaft, paying extra attention to the tip whenever she pulled back. Shuten kept up this rapid pace, forgoing foreplay and fingering herself without care. She had slipped up and was losing herself in a spiral of lust, desperate to coax a load of that sweet cum from this penis she eagerly sucked on, her cheeks hollowing as she made an effort to literally suck the cum out of the cock. After moments more of her impatient fellatio, Shuten was finally rewarded. Sticky thick ropes of the sweet pink cum erupted from the pulsating cock, splashing against her tongue so she could savour the taste before Shuten rammed it down her throat, intent on collecting all of it into stomach. The cock seemed to flare up as it pulsed more loads of seed, locking in her jaw and forcing Shuten onto cock as more of the delectable jizz flooded inside of her. Shuten found her vision going hazy as air was cut off, but she didn't care as a powerful orgasm came to her, her hips bucking on her fingers as her juices splashed against the floor. This was true bliss.

Eventually the cock softened just enough to be pulled out of her throat with an audible pop. Shuten dug her hands into the soft latex thighs to support her quivering legs as she coughed to regain her breathing, yet despite the oxygen starvation she wore a grin as she felt the sweetness in her mouth and the warmness in her belly, a thick sheen of sweat coating her body. Shuten felt a latex clad hand trail down her cheek and grip her chin, tilting her up before a wet smack was heard as the already hard latex cock slapped against her face, the entire length resting up along her face. She shuddered, grinning up at the woman who was now gently slapping her cock on Shuten's face. "G-goodness m-me,,, It- It seems you m-might need more e-educating... s-sweetie" Shuten stammered out, her usual sing-song tones now gone, throatfucked out of her as she shuttered to keep her lusts under control. "S-shall we go on to something... more...?" Shuten said, steadily standing on shaky legs, grabbing the woman's shoulders for support as she stood up now. The woman was most certainly taller than the loli oni, as they were only face to face when she was sitting on the bed. Shuten stared, panting as she revaluated her assessment on the creatures appearance. She felt pangs in her heart as she was starting to see the appeal of this monster, after all how could someone with such a handsome cock be ugly? No, Shuten was starting to feel some love towards this woman. Something that pleasured her so much just from throatfucking her couldn't possibly be bad.

Shuten reached up to trace a delicate finger down the jawline of the woman, giggling as her eyes became lidded and she bit her lip, hoping to put on a pleasing display. She raised a leg up onto the woman's thigh, ready to lift herself up and slam her twitching cunny onto the imposing cock, when the creature grabber her delicate childish waist and hoisted her up. The creature lied back down onto the bed and pushed herself back until she was lying on her back, and then set Shuten down, who was know straddling the creature's waist. Or as best she could, Shuten was a rather small and delicate woman in stature, easily mistaken for a child in cosplay from brief glances of unfamiliar passerbys, and this woman below her truly had some wide succulent hips. Shuten was moreso kneeling on the thighs of the woman rather than straddling, the size difference was further emphasised not just by the plump thighs she had to kneel on, but the long fat cock that was rubbing against her body. She had really taken this monster down her throat? A nervous and shaky grin had spread across her face, she was used to taking a beast of a cock or two, but maybe it was the delightful cum or the gas in the air, but this penis seemed to be on a whole other level. She was panting, a mild pang of fear across her features as the cock gently thumped against her stomach with every breath the creature took. It slapped against her with wet smacks, the length of it going far up. The sight of this phallic behemoth was stirring up a firestorm of lust in her cunny, she was afraid, but as she knelt up slightly to allow the shaft to brush against the puffy lips of her pussy, she was also filled with desire. She needed this inside of her, now, and forever always. She hadn't realised just how empty she had been feeling all her life until she had met this perfect cock just now, and she couldn't wait another moment to have it stuff her up to her womb.

On shaky legs Shuten stood herself up, supporting herself on the woman's large and round pregnant looking belly, her hands sinking slightly into the soft latex, and she squeezed her hands to feel the plumpiness. She grabbed the cock with one hand, now poised above it, to line the head up to her cunny. Jolts of pleasure shot up her as the cockhead rubbed against her slit and started to pry it open. Slowly, ever so slowly, Shuten eased herself down onto the cock, moaning and squirming in ecstasy as it stretched her wide and filled her tiny hole, a visible deformation appearing in her abdomen as the cock bloated her passage ways. It was when she had gotten a good third in the way that she felt it shift inside of her, and looking down Shuten saw the cock was covered in large bumps of various sizes to rub and scrape against her walls. Then she felt two latex clad hands slap themselves on her plush little rear and knead it slightly. With a look of uncertainty the usually calm and composed Shuten, the teasing seductress Shuten, realised she was about to be broken. The woman, this living futanari sex doll, was going to slam her down on the entire length and break Shuten. "W-w-wait... p-please~" Shuten sputtered out. The doll would not, as it grabbed firmly onto her hips and yanked her down. The air was driven out of her lungs, and Shuten let out a silent scream to the heavens as the rest of the length was driven deep up inside of her, stretching and fill her tiny cunny. Shuten lost all control, slumping forwards and lying on top of the dolls pregnant belly, lazily flopping there and drooling as the sensations from such a penetration rattled her core. The doll was at least kind enough to give her a moment or two of respite before it would fuck her.

"Y-you really are... a brute... sweetie~" Shuten said, finally gaining some composure as she groaned, propping herself up slightly to look at the doll. "Y-you need to treat... a... a lady more gently... fu fu~". Shuten finally sat upright, feeling entirely full and happy. She gently rubbed her belly where the massive cock was making a visibly protrusion, shuddering in pleasure at being stuffed so much. "I don't think I'll be able to return to my master anytime soon~ fu fu~ you'll take responsibility right sweetie?" now composed and used to the fullness of the cock inside of her, she gave the doll's pregnant belly a few rubs, before leaning down towards it. She kissed the protruding belly button, holding her lips against it for seconds, before pulling away slightly to flick her tongue across it. Shuten then rested her chin on the belly, staring the doll down as she wrapped her arms around her back. Shuten was buried up to the hilt on her cock, and was firmly wrapping herself around the doll's pregnant belly. Now comfortable, Shuten finally gave her consent. "Now go ahead, break me sweetie~ Make me never want to leave your lap~". At that, pink hearts bloomed in Shuten's pupils, and whilst she wouldn't be able to see it compressing herself against the doll, an elaborate crest of lust had burned it's way on her abdomen, just above where her womb would be. She had willingly submitted herself to the singularity. The doll would now breed her.

Latex coated fingers dug deeply into Shuten's hips, and she hissed in pleasure as she was agonizingly slowly lifted up off of the cock, and then as she was held aloft just so only the tip was inside, the doll clenched and slammed Shuten down. The doll continued this, again and again it slammed Shuten's hips down, wet plaps echoing in the apartment accompanied by a serenade of pants and moans escaping Shuten's delicate pink lips, her own hands clawed into the dolls back as she forced herself deeper upon the doll's bloated abdomen, needing something to dig into and squeeze to try and take her mind even the tiniest bit away from the melting pleasure that was the infernal rod pistoning into her cunny. It wasn't working. She buried her face into the doll's belly to muffle her screams as wave after wave of orgasms rolled out of her, her mind filling with the scent of the doll's sweat stained latex as the bumps and ridged of the fat penis scraped and clawed out every single orgasm it could wring from her little pussy. The bed below was soaked in Shuten's girly juices, a puddle forming as the doll ploughed into her. This went on and on before Shuten could feel the cock pulsing and swelling, and she knew what was about to happen. "G-go ahead sweetie, you can cum inside of me~ Please~" she begged, and the doll complied. Digging its fingers even deeper into Shuten's hips the doll gave a few last thrusts as its cock swelled up and empty a load deep inside of Shuten. She moaned dumbly, drooling over the doll's belly, unable to muster anything more as rope after rope of that sweet pink cum was pumped deep inside of her. After moments, the orgasm subsided, and Shuten giggled happily. "W-well... s-sweetie~ T-that was fun... n-now how abo-" but Shuten never got to finish that line of thinking.

The doll sat up with Shuten still impaled upon her cock, and then stood up. The hands clawing into her waist how clawing into her rear, holding Shuten tight against her as the majority of the loli oni's weight was supported just by the sheer might of the cock alone. Reflexively Shuten wrapped her legs around the doll's waist as best she could taking the bloated stomach into account, and grabbed onto the doll's shoulders for support as she was now hanging there. Gravity pulling her weight even further down onto the thick juicy cock that had already broken her. "Y-Y-you brute~ Y-you haven't l-learned a thing..." Shuten gasped out "... f-fine... then j-just use me~ use me like the onahole I am~". The doll complied.

It thrust its hips forwards while manipulating Shuten like she truly was a sex toy, ironic as this woman was a very literal living sex doll, yet Shuten was the one being used as nothing more than a pre-teen looking cumdump. And she relished in this. The doll then bent down almost at an unnatural angle to capture Shuten's lips in a kiss, or something akin to that. But due to the size differences the doll's lips only ended up clamping around Shuten's entire mouth, a tight seal forming and pink lipstick staining. She felt from the doll a long slimy appendage she could only guess as being a tongue slithering through the maw of the doll's mouse and forcing its way between her lips, slithering into her mouth and down her throat, she was being pounded from below and tongue fucked above, all the while Shuten was being squeezed further into the dolls embrace. She was in heaven, being roughly fucked in her throat and her cunny whilst feeling all his tight latex rubbing against her, her sweat glistening and pooling below, yet another orgasm wracking her body. Shuten was truly happy. Memories of her life before as an Oni, her times with Ibaraki, her summoning to Chaldea, all of it, all her memories were starting to trickle away as she fell into a dull bliss as once again the doll blasted another hot barrage of cum inside of her pussy. She felt a dripping sensation on her, and out of the corners of her eyes saw a black goo drop on her. Her movement was limited being held tight to the doll and having her face locked in a tight kiss, but she could feel more of this rubbery goo landing on her, and she soon realised it was latex. The doll was dripping latex onto Shuten. As yet another orgasm started to wither away her mind, Shuten's vision went blurry as more latex melted onto Shuten. And soon she saw nothing, and only felt pleasure.

...

...

Another day had come, another day Shuten would share with her lover. "Fu fu fu~ good morning sweetie~ are you ready to violate your favourite onahole?" Shuten said before tenderly kissing the doll on the cheek, and then shifting herself down to take one of the doll's massive heaving sweaty breasts into her mouth, latching on tight to the nipple, Shuten nibbled and suckled at it until a warm and nourishing fluid flooded into her mouth and down her throat. Shuten hadn't known how long she had been here for, but it hadn't mattered. She was happy. Covered down the neck down entirely in a very tight form fitting latex bodysuit, one that even clung to the individual toes, she shivered in delight as her lover rubbed with one hand her heavily pregnant belly. Shuten had learned that what the doll had was just for aesthetics, the doll herself could not bear children. But after profuse mating day in and day out, it seemed Shuten most certainly was able to. She didn't know what she would birth, but she would love it all the same. Shuten's flat chest had swollen up a cup or two, now being budding little mosquito bites on her chest that the doll frequently took in her entire mouth, lavishing with her tongue. Shuten's belly had grown so much that she was starting to become immobile now, the weight of her lover's children too much on her tiny little body, rendering Shuten truly as nothing more than just a sex toy to be manhandled and cummed inside. And Shuten loved this. With a pop she let go of the breast she was suckling on to look up at her lover, who was still soothingly rubbing Shuten's pregnant belly with love. Shuten nuzzled up close to her, resting her head against the doll's ample chest as she felt its massive cock rear up and rub against her thoroughly used cunny. And Shuten smiled. Somedays she could feel a little nagging sensation in the back of her mind, like she was forgetting something, like she was forgetting someone. Perhaps there was someone she knew who would like to have joined them. But such thoughts usually got fucked out of her mind pretty quickly. No Shuten didn't need to trouble herself with any of that, all she needed was to lie down and be a good fuck toy for the doll.

"Well now~ how about another round~? sweetie~"

fu fu fu~~

Chapter 3: Da Vinci

Da Vinci-chan was used to running normally. After the attack on Chaldea and her death, she had gone to her new loli body, something she expertly crafted to be combat ready. It was quick, agile, and small, and when her master brought her to the battlefield she performed proficiently. Da Vinci-chan was not used to running naked with a big fat futa cock swinging around, constantly erect as it threw spurts of fat pre-cum all over as she ran for her life. She wasn't sure of how this extra appendage had secured itself onto her, but she had it a guess that monster she encountered earlier was responsible for her constant state of arousal. Her cock painfully erect and smacking against her stomach as she ran, leaving large patches of stick pre-cum, and as it bounced down it drippled more pre-cum on the floor, leaving a long trail for her pursuers to follow. Her nipples on her tiny budding breasts were sticking out like sore thumbs, just the breeze alone driving her libido. And her cunny, the lips were swollen with arousal as juices leaked freely to the floor, every movement as she sprinted for safety making it rub against her thighs. She had come close to orgasms just by trying to escape. 

The tiny genius was frustrated with her situation, not just at what she found herself in, but how unfathomably horny she was and the desires building inside of her to stop running and just give in to the monsters that tried to rape her into submission, just like how so many of the children of Chaldea she had saw peeking through the curtains of apartments had been. Thoroughly fucked and broken, the rooms ripe with the stench of sex, so potent she could smell it outside. She was ashamed to admit that when she arrived and had first seen Chloe, the tanned beauty, being merciless violated by one of those living latex dolls... Da Vinci felt something stir in her cunny. Still she had pressed on. She had thought back to the when the singularity was discovered, how it was obscured by a thick mist that hid its nature. It wasn't until child and child-like servants had began to disappear that she very quickly picked up on what happened and where they went. She had worked through long days and nights trying to break the singularity, and eventually she figured it out. She had found a way for them to rayshift in, had found the source of the singularity, and was ready to announce this and prepare a strike team to go in and rescue the servants that had been taken. Just as she was running through the halls of chaldea to alert the necessary people, she had blinked and instantly found herself trapped in the singularity and entirely naked. Her tiny underdeveloped body exposed to the world. 

She wasn't especially embarassed, Da Vinci being a woman of little shame, but she was still shocked that not only was she taken when least expected but was also stripped entirely. The only items of clothing on her person being the ribbon in her soft chestnut locks of hair that tied it all together. It had only taken her a few steps to hear moans coming from an apartment. Moans she could recognise belonging to a very, very young girl. Peeking through the small gap in the curtains she was shocked to see Chloe, the tanned beauty that was often seen clinging to both her master and Illya and Miyu, being ravished by a very strange creature. Some kind of very shapely and well endowed living doll. The sight of it had intrigued, disturbed, and also aroused Da Vinci. It was a very strange sight, a strange creature. She realised it was an enemy to be defeated, but at the same time something about it was rather enticing. She was going to make an effort to enter and rescue Chloe, but the door was locked, and she found herself to be weakened by the Singularity and unable to break the door down. No doubt the red mist was sapping her strength. It didn't take her long to realise the nature of this singularity and why it kidnapped the child servants, it was a perverse singularity of debauchery monsters bent on raping young girls. Da Vinci was sickened, and set out to put an end to this... suppressing the tiny voice in her that was curious of what it would try to do to her. She had blamed that on the effects of the singularity.

She had found a stairwell and went down a floor before encountering one of the living latex dolls, though this one was a different build. It looked the same from the waist up, but below it carried itself in tentacled legs, and surrounding it were white ghostly hands. The hands were disembodies and floating, and were very distinctly female. Soft, pale, with red painted nails. Da Vinci couldn't help but be transfixed as the doll played with its massive breasts, jiggling them up and down and pinching its nipples, then moving on to rub circles into its large pregnant looking belly, before gesturing with a hand for Da Vinci to come closer, no doubt so it could violate her tiny body. Da Vinci was rooted in place, willing herself to stay back, yet a heavy blush formed on her face and her heart started to thump with excitement. Seeing that she would not move, the doll slithered towards her until they were close, and then it rubbed one latex clad hand on her cheek, something she unconsciously leaned into as its hand then trailed down to her tiny budding breasts, giving an experimental squeeze. It had pinched her nipples then, and the pain had snapped Da Vinci out of her stupor, as she leapt back to safety. However the doll wasn't done yet, from its crotch a long tentacle had slithered out of its latex body, and a long needle slid out. Da Vinci once again was transfixed, and couldn't avoid as the needle had shot out and pierced her Clitoris slightly. She yelped in pain and moved further back, doubling over in a brief bought of agony before, to her astonishment, a large cock sprouted out and flopped around. The lingering toxin that had made her grow this phallus drove her quickly to lust, as she fought to stop herself grabbing it and furiously jerking off. 

She wouldn't have to do it herself though as the ghostly hands rushed out to grab her, two pulling her wrists up, another two grabbing her soft thighs and rubbing them, as three latched onto her cock. One gripped tight to the shaft and pumped out drops of pre-cum, one drew circles on the tip of her cock with its long nails, and a third massaged her balls. She couldn't help but let out a girlish moan and squeal at the sudden pleasure, but Da Vinci was a genius of will, and did her best to fight it. She writhed about in their grasps, panting and squirming as she resisted her best to cum. She didn't want to, she didn't want to give in, but goodness knows it was hard to resist their expert touches on her sensitive penis. She felt a pressure build inside her, her balls tightening. It was an unfamiliar feeling, something she couldn't entirely place having never experience a male orgasm. Were you to ask her, she would describe it as milky, whatever that meant. Her orgasm was fast approaching as she bucked her hips and drooled, but then the hands stopped and let go of her. 

Da Vinci was confused at suddenly being let go, as well as frustrated that she was just on the verge of cumming. She barely managed to resist grabbing her cock for the last few pumps, breathing in an out to calm herself down. She looked up to see what the problem was. The latex doll had turned away from her to regard a new creature that approached, it was just as unusual, somekind of large sphere with small flapping wings. This too was made entirely of latex, but on the front of the sphere was a gigantic pair of plump, swollen, tantalising red lips. Da Vinci felt her blush deepen as her mind was invaded with thoughts of kissing those lips, but she shook them off as just the singularity playing with her. She had figured that these two creatures had entered somekind of dispute over her, clearly the Smoocher as Da Vinci had named it intent on claiming her for itself, and the Doll demanding otherwise. Da Vinci realised that this was a golden opportunity, and ran for it. 

Hell broke loose instantly, as the moment she sprinted the ghost hands immediately chased after her, not to mention the Smoocher too. Da Vinci turned a corner and practically jumped up the stairwell back to where she was. To her astonishment, she caught a glimpse of Shuten-Douji on the other side of the complex, and no doubt the oni saw her too. She was tempted to run toward her and seek safety in numbers, but she thought against it. If she was struggling to fight her lust, it was best not to drag Shuten down with her. And so we are caught up to the present as Da Vinci ran up stairs and turned corners, her erect cock bouncing and leaking a trail of white sticky cum as she desperately ran from the creatures attempting to rape her. Every step she took, every throb of her cock, only tempted her more to give up and submit. But the genius inside of her refused, and she continued to run.

Eventually exhaustion took the little genius, and she figured she had finally ran enough to lose them. She hadn't realised that she was leaving a trail right up to her, though as she would soon find out that wouldn't have mattered, the monsters were hot on her trail all the way to now. As she sat there catching her breath, she heard a sound. The soft patter of hands upon concrete, and she froze with fear. 'No... N-No...' she thought in fear 'p-please... no...'. She was helpless, and she knew it. She was too tired to escape, and she knew whatever was upon her now would break her. Chills ran down her spine, her cock ached for release, her heart thumped with love. She was a mess, and at the mercy of whatever was around the corner. 

Then she saw it, a hand wrap around the corner of the building. She stayed still, hoping it wouldn't see her. It saw her. Two hands immediately shot out to grab her shoulders and pin her to the wall, another grabbing her ankles. And then she saw it, the Smoocher as she dubbed it. It zipped around the corner and rammed straight for her face, its lips puckering for a kiss that Da Vinci knew would break her. She thrust her hands out and grabbed a hold of the sides of it, using all the strength she could to hold it back. To her horror as she squeezed into the Smoocher she found her hands sinking into the rubbery latex, and then the latex of its skin to her further dismay began to ooze and creep along her arms, squirming its way down until it slithered underneath the hands grasping her and ended at her shoulders. Her entire arms were coated in this latex, and she found her hands to be fused inside of the Smoocher, stuck inside as if her hands were in a solid pot of glue. To make matters worse, her arm strength was failing, she was growing weaker and weaker as she struggled to push the Smoocher back. But eventually, her strength failed her entirely, and her arms gave in as the Smoocher shot forwards. Da Vinci's life in chaldea flashed before her eyes, all the adventures she had, the bonds she created, the love she had for Ritsuka that she could never confess now. She realised in the seconds it took for the Smoocher to close the gap that her life as Da Vinci was over, this singularity would break her, and she would become a sex toy for the beasts inhabiting it. And to her final moments of shame, we was excited.

The Smoocher collided with Da Vinci's face, the body of it larger than her head, and its ruby rich plump lips wider much larger than her own, covering her mouth entirely and staining it with lipstick. The wet lips pressing themselves against her, and it wasn't just one kiss, it was firing a rapid barrage of pecks, smooches, kisses, and full on making out as it rammed its massive slimy down through her lips and down into her throat. This brutal assault of kissing drove Da Vinci far over the edge, the lips, the faint aphrodisiac gas, the oddly loving kisses being applied to her. She practically screamed into the Smoocher's red lips as she wildly bucked her hips into the air, her huge futa cock pulsing as she blew load after load of cum out in thick strong ropes. So powerful was her orgasm and thrusts that her cum shots even arced in the air and went over the concrete balconies of the apartment, falling to the ground below. Da Vinci's orgasm lasted as long as the Smoocher kept applying its liplock of love, Da Vinci's eyes rolling to the back of her head as pink hearts bloomed in her pupils, her hands trapped within the confines of the Smoochers body grasping and digging into the flesh surrounding it as she rode out her orgasm.

Thankfully the Smoocher had mercy upon the loli genius, and finally parted its kiss, its tongue snacking back in out of her throat as thick saliva strands connected the Smoochers lips to Da Vinci's face, a bright red lipstick mark coating her as she giggled happily, making kissing noises as she begged to feel those lips again. Her cock twitched as it shot out a few more spurts before finally drippling to some last droplets, her brain melting orgasm coming to an end. The hands let go of her, and Da Vinci slid down to the floor, the Smoocher still fastened to her hands by the latex that coated her arms. The ghostly hands went off to return to the doll they were controlled by, reluctantly conceding this loli to the Smoocher. There would be more child girls for that doll to claim, but for now, the Smoocher could have Da Vinci. And it would most certainly have her in many ways.

Da Vinci was left sitting on the floor panting and giggling with joy, her memories of her times as a servant slipping away as the overwhelming, neuron frying, dopamine of her orgasms had left her as nothing more than just a giant squirting dildo on a child's body. It was then that she received visions, with her hands embedded into the Smoocher's flesh, a connection was formed, and Da Vinci was shown in her mind imagery of what it planned to do to her. She received pictures in her mind of rings, weddings and bridal outfits, kissing and love. Da Vinci quickly realised that the Smoocher planned on making Da Vinci into her bride, her wife to be that it would kiss endlessly into submission, and she let out happy babbles of bliss.

The latex began to move further down her body, her arms and shoulders entirely coated, before it squirmed its way up her neck to tightly seal around that. More goo dripped down from the Smoocher's body onto her legs, coating her thighs, knees, and calves. Her feet were also coated entirely, each individual toe in its own wrapping of latex, yet a long point extended from her heels, forcing her foot to become a high heeled shoe. Then the Smoocher spat up latex right onto Da Vinci's lips, some of it sinking in and staining hers a deep black, whilst more wriggled up to the top of her head and soaked in, extending up into a pair of long bunny ears. And lastly, the bunny ears trickled a blob of latex down her back, Da Vinci shuddering as the cold slime drooped down until it settles nicely on the small of her back. It inflated up to form a round smooth bunny tail. The Smoocher had coated her body permanently in a reverse bunny suit. Da Vinci looked at her appearance and giggled blissfully, as if drunk on the pleasure. "T-T-Thank you... m-my darling... for the n-new clothes".

Then the Smoocher lowered itself down, pulling Da Vinci forwards and forcing her to get on her knees. The Smoocher moved in to apply a single kiss onto the tip of Da Vinci's fat futa cock, causing a glob of pre-cum to spurt out as she moaned in pleasure. And then the Smoocher finally decided to break the loli genius with a final act. Sucking the soul of of her through her cock. The Smoocher opened its mouth and in one quick motion went down to the base of her cock, swallowing it all in one move. Da Vinci howled in pleasure at the sudden act of fellatio, but the Smoocher wasn't done there. It rapidly bobbed its being back and forth, up and down on her cock. Rings and streaked of red were left on her cock as the lipstick of the Smoocher smeared, and on her waist was a large fat kiss mark when the Smoocher went down to the base and puckered its lips to kiss her whole body. Da Vinci was moaning in bliss, thrusting her hips wildly into the sucking creature, whose administrations were so powerful it was if it was treating her cock as simply a straw to draw semen from. Da Vinci's orgasm was soon approaching, despite the hose of cum she unleashed earlier, it wasn't taking long for the expert mouth work of the Smoocher to draw the semen from her balls quickly.

Da Vinci collapsed and curled in on herself, her forehead resting against the concrete floor as she applied her full weight to the Smoocher, pressing it down to the floor as she practically smahed her cock into its mouth, desperate to feel the bliss of cumming once more. And then she felt it, her eyes crossing and her vision becoming unfocused and hazy as she bucker her hips hard into the maw of the Smoocher, unleashing more thick ropes of cum inside of it again and again, a long weak moan being drawn from her parted lips as she was sucked dry. "Y-yes! Yes more! I love you! I love you I love you Iloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou!!!" Da Vinci rambled on mindlessly as she was driven to the brink of insanity, her heart practically thumping out of her chest as pink hearts pulsed in her eyes, a furious blush upon her face as sweat poured off of her body, mixing with the squirting juices from her cunny.

Unbeknown to her, the Smoocher had began to swell up. So much cum had been milked out of Da Vinci's cock that the Smoocher ballooned, still latched on and furiously sucking sperm from Da Vinci's balls, it was fattening up and drooping onto the ground, expanding underneath Da Vinci and spilling out like a balloon filled with sperm. Da Vinci hadn't noticed this, and even if she did she wouldn't care, still curled up and thrusting. The Smoocher was pooling out so much that its skin was growing thin and becoming transclucent, the white of the thick cum being seen through the thinning latex of the Smoocher. Despite it growing larger, it was not breaking. Merely continuing to bloat. 

Eventually, finally, Da Vinci's orgasm subsided as the Smoocher released its grip on her Cock. A thick, perhaps almost permanent kiss mark was branded on the loli genius' childish body, her waist forever stained by the kisses she received. A thick coating of red went along the length of her cock, and with it now free, Da Vinci collapsed from exhaustion. The now inflated Smoocher spread out under her weight, and she found a strange sense of comfort as she lied upon its latex jiggling body, akin to the sensation of a water bed. Though rather than water it was her own jizz. Even despite the thorough milking she received, the Smoocher would not allow her cock to soften, still applying gentle kisses to her waist to keep it hard and leaking. She soon began to drift off to sleep there on the path of the complex, still coated in the reverse bunny suit of latex and her arms still fused into the body of the Smoocher. As she felt sleep overcome her she let out a last few mumbles of love for her new wife, the memories of Chaldea finally slipping away entirely as her new life as a living dildo for this creature began. On her neck from the Latex a large metal choker would appear before sealing tightly around her, a beautiful diamond set in the middle. As she was now wedlocked to the Smoocher, it was only appropriate for a ring to be put on the kid genius, and with her hands hidden away there was only one place it could go, her neck. Well another ring appeared as well, a smaller one encircling the base of her cock.

With this Da Vinci was now a permanent victim of the singularity. Even if she could be freed from the Smoocher and returned to Chaldea, she would never remember a single thing, her thoughts and memories consisting only of her lover. Being away from the Smoocher would drive madness and withdrawal in her, forcing Da Vinci to return to the singularity and seek out her beloved. Of course such a thing would never come to pass. With Da Vinci taken and hopelessly mind broken, the Chaldeans chance to penetrate the Singularity and rescue the children was robbed from them. All Ritsuka could do is sit there and watch in despair as the little girls of Chaldea in body and spirit were taken away to be raped and broken by all sorts of latex clad beasts, and they would be happier as a result. 

Chapter 4: Nursery Rhyme

Nursery Rhyme was in a panic as she ran down the concrete walkway of the apartment block. Yet another victim of the singularity, the sweet innocent girl was snatched in the night on the way to a guilty midnight snack. Unlike the others who had awoken in little to no clothes, Nursery Rhyme had appeared in her full frilly gothic lolita dress. Yet that had lasted very briefly as ghostly floating hands were upon her, grabbing and tearing at her clothing. It was thanks to the fact her pretty dress ripped that allowed her to run for it. Not even her shoes were spared. Her porcelain feet clacked as she ran down the winding halls of the complex, her flat delicate chest rising and falling in quick succession as she panted, running for her safety. She wasn't as brave or as powerful as the other child servants of Chaldea, so when the hands started to grab at her, and especially at areas she was often informed were off limits, she panicked and ran for it. The struggle left her naked but free, her doll joints exposed, her arms and legs coloured a black and purple gradient to mimic the look of elbow gloves and stockings. The cold wind made her gasp and shiver as currents brushed against her soft pink nipples poking upon her entirely flat chest, her soft white braids swaying in the breeze as her lilac eyes darted about with worry. He spotted out of the corner of her eyes the hands approaching, feminine in appearance, they were long and slender with red painted nails. With a barely suppressed shriek she darted into an open room and slammed the door shut. Hearing the pounding of the hands upon the door, she panicked and used whatever power she had left to shift her form into a large ornate picture book. She swooped around the room until she was slotted neatly onto a bookshelf. In theory, she would be inconspicuous, and would be able to hide out here until rescue. That was the theory as the hands finally broke open the door. 

He observed with baited breath as the hands slowly floated about the room, lifting and grasping at various objects and flinging doors open to find her. She hadn't know that they already knew where she was, the magical signature being a dead giveaway, if not the giant red ornate book that was sitting amongst a bunch of smaller more ignorable novels. But they made a theatrics of it to build anticipation, allowing the child doll to stew in her own anxiety. As the hands groped about the room she began to wonder how all of this even started. A singularity occurred, news of that spread quickly, but then her friends started disappearing. One day Master had told her they were being kidnapped and taken to the singularity, but that Da Vinci would have a plan soon to break into it and free them. But then Da Vinci had gotten stolen too. Now Nursery Rhyme had lived in fear of the day she would be snatched as she saw more and more of her friends disappear. And then that day came. 

Now she was in the thick of it, her non-existent heart tremoring in her chest as the hands searched for her. She had no idea what they possibly planned to do when they caught her, the innocence of her mind preventing her from seeing the true motives of these womanly hands. She internally gasped as the hands floated towards the shelves, and she was unaware of how much of a show they were making of exploring the shelves, the terror in her chest making their slow deliberate traces of each books spine seem all the more malicious. The ghostly hands slowly, ever so slowly dragged their long delicate womanly fingers along the shelf, stopping to give each book along the shelf a rub, and slowly the hands closed in on her. She whimpered within the depths of her pages as the hands came upon her book body, gently tracing their nailed fingers up and down her spine, lightly scratching at the ribs of the book, delicate fingers stroking the pages. Strange feelings she was unfamiliar with began to well within her core, and she felt a heat dance upon her body. She wasn't sure what was going on, such things as sex were unknown to the child, her innocence had been thoroughly protected by the residents of Chaldea, but slowly these hands were awakening these feelings to her as they continued to molest the boundaries of the book. Nursery Rhyme felt herself pant slightly, the book feeling stuffier and warmer, and just as they began their silk touches the hands let go and gently drifted away.

A sigh of disappointment but then quick relief escaped her soft pink lips as it dawned to her the hands would leave her alone, despite how touchy they were getting, they must not have realised that it was her hiding there. She decided to wait it out a moment longer, when suddenly the hands flew in at high speeds, roughly grabbing a hold of her and ribbing her off of the shelf. She struggled against the ghostly hands but their pull was too strong, and they slammed the large tome that was her vessel onto an ornate wooden lectern, and with great strength the hands dug into her pages and slowly pried the book open. Nursery Rhyme had been rendered a double-page spread, more hands appearing to clamp the book open to the lectern. She was on full display on the pages of the book, making a vain attempt to cover up for modesty. She was blushing as she covered her delicate flat smooth chest with one arm, a hand going down to cover her puffy pink cunny. Unknown to her these acts only heightened her eroticism than provide any modesty. A hand trailed its fingers on the pages she was drawn on, and she shuddered at the touch, though in the boundaries of the book she was mostly safe. She could be minorly stimulated by touches to the book, but they could do little more than that to molest her. Nursery Rhyme stood there inside of the book, to her she stood in a beige void, above her a window to the outside world, and to the hands they saw her standing as an illustration that moved to cover itself. They were at an impasse. That was until one pair of hands came in with an ink well and fountain pen, and Nursery Rhyme felt her heart sink as she realised they were going to deflower her pages.

The pen dipped into the ink well, and the hand that held it brought the nub down upon her pages. She gasped with slight shudders of pain as the fountain pen scratched additions into the pages. She tried to run but there was nowhere to go to, she was trapped within the confines of the book as before her in black ink was a metal frame with a black latex sheet suspended in the middle of it. She span as another was drawn behind her, and she turned once again as she saw in the first sheet was a small hole, and upon closer inspection somekind of object in the middle that was long and cylindrical. Before she could react, these two intrusive objects drawn onto her pages slammed together and smothered her between the sheets of latex, forming a tight seal. She was trapped within the confines, suspended there with only a holy for her mouth to breath through and a long meaty pole now pressed right into her crotch. She heard whines of machines and felt the latex sheets suck in and form a tight vacuum seal around her, rendering her totally immobilised and coated in a sheet of latex, the rubber material sending odd tingles of pleasure down her body as her nipples were rubbed against them. It was then as she was sealed within the canvas of latex that she felt a tingling in her crotch. The strange rod that had been pressed between her legs was moving, and soon she felt sensations coming from this new appendage as, to her growing horror, it had fused to her body. She racked her memory before remembering what this was, a penis. It was a male reproductive organ. She wasn't sure how it worked, just that boys had them, not girls. And yet because of this singularity and these hands, she had a thingie now that she felt twitch against the latex confines. Unfamiliar feelings of pleasure shivered up her spine as she felt the latex wrap itself tight around her newly acquired penis, drawing pants from her soft pink lips that poked out of the hole in the canvas. 

Then with a snap the latex canvas burst, and Nursery Rhyme fell to the floor. She was now covered head to toe in a latex bodysuit, though that changed as the latex coating her head melted off and dripped to the floor. From the neck down now she was coated in a tight bodysuit of latex, hugging her child body. If she had any curves they would have been accentuated, however light glared off of her flat chest, her painfully erect nipples poking through the bodysuit. She was then reminded of her new appendage as it twitched and stuck up to the sky in a painful throbbing erection, also clad in latex. Nursery Rhyme barely managed to kneel, her face flushed red as her fringe clung to her forehead with sweat, panting as she gazed as the giant cock bouncing between her legs with lustful half lidded eyes. In such a short amount of time Nursery Rhyme had gone from being such a pure and innocent little child to being a vessel of sin as with shaky hands she reached out and grabbed a hold of her new cock, moaning in pleasure as her tiny delicate hands couldn't even wrap around its grith. Even still she began to thrust her hips forwards and pump her hands up and down. She had no idea what she was doing, but it felt right. It felt good. She was moaning like crazy, her pink little lips forming into an O and her eyes crossing, her brow furrowed as she jackhammered her cock. She was coming close to an orgasm, though she hadn't know it, she only felt a pressure build up inside of her that she longed to release. However her masturbation would be cut short as black feminine hands grabbed a hold of her and pulled her hands away from her cock. She kicked and whined in frustration, practically growling as she was denied her release. She was left dangling there as the hands held her suspended by her forearms, with another pair swooping in to grab her soft thighs and hold her up as well by them, spread legs and exposed to the world. She was too busy jerking herself off to realise the hands on the outside world had drawn hands inside the book to pleasure her. 

And pleasure her they did. The hands were quick to swarm over her as she was held aloft and spread out. Elegant female nails circled around where her areolas would be under the latex suit, dragging and teasing her before stopping to flick and pinch her nipples. She moaned out, twisting and writhing in the grips of the hands as she struggled with the pleasurable torment being inflicted upon her. More hands flew down and latched around the width of her cock, slowly pumping up and down, up and down, up and down. She groaned at this sensation, panting, her flat kiddie chest rising and falling as she drooled through gritted teeth. Two more hands joined her cock, one lightly scratching her delicate cock head as another softly traced around the head, precum oozing out underneath the suit and making the insides sticky. More hands were soon upon her, a hand each grabbing her own, gently squeezing as their fingers intertwined. More hands went to her spread thighs, rubbing and squeezing them, their fingers digging into the rubber coated flesh. More hands swooped down to her cute kiddie butt, rubbing and groping at it, kneading the small delicate rear, and even dipping in between to stroke at her anal hole, but never penetrating. Lastly a single hand swooped down before her panting face, and a single finger traced around her delicate pink lips, brushing them. She pursed her lips, kissing the finger that traced the outlines before it turned and hooked its fingers inside of her mouth, tugging and causing Nursery Rhyme to run her tongue along the digits, sucking and moaning on the fingers probing her oral cavity.

By now Nursery Rhyme was starting to go crazy with lust, the teasing and edging keeping her in a perpetual state of near orgasming, but never quite close enough to release. A small bubble of precum was starting to balloon out from the tip of her bodysuit, drool trickling down from her mouth as she sucked in air through clenched teeth. Her body was coated in sweat, her eyes rolling backwards as she desperately bucked her hips in frustration, attempting to grind against the hands that toyed with her. Ultimately though it would all come to an end when the hands released her, and she fell a tiny distance to the floor below. She had whipped around, a small fragment of sanity still within her mind as she looked to see why she had been released. And there she saw the hands finishing their latest drawing into her novel realm. It was a huge black slime that sat there. As the pen finished its art piece, the slime was given life, and it sat there pulsating and throbbing. It expanded and shrank slightly, as if it was breathing. And despite its total lack of features, Nursery Rhyme shivered in pleasure as she could have sworn it was looking at her lustfully. She tentatively approached it, hand outstretched, eager to touch it. And the moment her fingers grazed the stick surface, the slime ballooned out under her hand and sealed it within its body, and then pulled her close to it. Soon enough the slime was swallowing her other hand and legs, and she was trapped by her hands and feet onto the surface of the slime, as if she was hugging it for dear life. Most importantly of all though, her penis had been swallowed whole by it, and the tip of the bodysuit had melted away, leaving her cockhead exposed to the gooey insides of the slime. It rolled backwards, now leaving her lying on top of it, and with the last remnants of her sanity trickling down and giving way to pure unfiltered horny, and pulled back her hips and wildly swung her cock into the slime's body.

As soon as she made the first thrust, Nursery Rhyme howled with pleasure as she finally had her first explosive orgasm. Thick gooey ropes of loli cum streamed out of her throbbing pulsating penis, each twitch launching a sticky potent rope that could impregnate any woman it went into. But instead the futanari child was wasting her seed by pumping it into a gigantic slime that she slammed her hips onto as if she was little more than a horny beast, the slime itself suckling away at her cock to draw out ever last drop from her orgasm. The semen she dispensed slowly sank to the bottom of the slime, forming a white puddle that contrasted against its black opaque body. Though she wasn't done yet, not by a long shot. That first orgasm had entirely obliterated Nursery Rhyme's entire common sense and reasoning, finally breaking her into little more than a living cock. And it was with that mind shatter that the kiddie servant pulled back and wildly thrust her hips into the slime's core once again, without hesitation she had to wring out any pleasure she felt. Again and again and again she humped the gooey wet balloon of a creature, her head lazily resting on its side against the slime's cool exterior, pink lovey dovey hearts pulsating in her pupils, her eyes crossing in an unfocused look and her tongue flopping out of the side of her mouth. She mumbled slurred obscenities of love as yet another orgasm was pulled from her, and more thick ropes of cum torpedoed out of her penis and sank to the bottom. And once again despite just cumming, her painfully rock hard cock was slammed once again into the slime's body. She was heavily addicted to the feeling of cumming, she just couldn't get rid of this pleasure, she had to keep fucking the slime again and again, she could never stop, would never want to stop and deprive herself of this heaven in a book. And so, on and on she pounded away, the hands that bound her there having long flown off to look for other prey, her book now lying open on the lectern showing Nursery Rhyme mindlessly fucking this mindless blob of goo. Not like she cared about being seen in such a state. Everything that was Nursery Rhyme had been flushed away, and all that was left was a doll in the visage of an ethereally beautiful child wildly slamming her hips into a slime and cumming again and again and again...

and again...

and again...

...

and again...

...

No one knew if days had passed, weeks, or perhaps even months. Certainly not Nursery Rhyme, as once more she blew a fat sticky load into the slime she was still stuck to. In all the time she was trapped there, she never once stopped fucking, never once stopped cumming, and never once stopped feeling the pleasure. The slime had inflated up to three times its original size, bloated entirely by cum. Her spunk being so thick that her cock could no longer be seen inside, the slime more looking like a creamy ball of jizz held by a very thin black wall of latex that stretched more and more with every jizz dump inside of it. Nursery Rhyme would never be rescued. Nursery Rhyme would never want to be rescued. Nursery Rhyme no longer existed. The servant who once was had been entirely erased, melted down by constant rushes of dopamine. Even if you could somehow pull her out and bring her back to Chaldea, her saint graph was so heavily tainted that she would only ever spend her time masturbating, and nothing else. She was just a child with a giant penis who could and would only masturbate. If the last Master of Humanity knew what had come of his servant, the only solution would be to end her and try summoning a new Nursery Rhyme. But this would never happen. Chaldea had long since been unable to tap into the singularity, the lolis claimed by it forever taken and violated. Broken into a loop of pleasure, the world the singularity built upon sticky with girl cum. And Nursery Rhyme was no exception, as she blew yet another load of cum into the slime, letting out happy giggles as she felt the bliss overcome her of yet another orgasm. If there ever was a paradise, she truly was in it. 

Nursery Rhyme was happy. 

Chapter 5: Jack

Jack scuttled her way along the dreary yet still pleasantly warm gooey stained walkways of the apartment complex, maintaining a brisk pace as she eyed the surroundings with a rather passive gaze. The singularity hadn't robbed her of her clothes, deeming them already sufficiently lewd. A thin little string thong was all that covered her young delicate cunny from the world. Thigh highs covering her surprisingly plump thighs, and a small top that just barely covered her budding developing breasts, her puffy juvenile nipples hidden by the bare minimum amount of clothing. She strolled down, soft green eyes scanning her surroundings for any threats or oddities. This entire singularity was an oddity really, she hadn't quite understood what was the problem or how she ended up here. Her memory only vaguely recalled her friend Nursery Rhyme and the other children of Chaldea being rather concerned, apparently they would be kidnapped by this singularity? It was silly to Jack and she hadn't really thought much on it until she got up to relieve herself and found herself in the feared singularity amongst her fellow kids. She had already encountered some rather peculiar creatures when exploring the place, her daggers held in her hands dripping with a strange black ooze. Strange ghostly hands made to grab her, but she expertly dodged and weaved any attempts as she looked for a way out. She had sworn she saw Nursery Rhyme at some point, though she quickly ran into an apartment room that couldn't be opened, chased by more of those hands. She assumed she would be safe.

Rather Jack should have been more concerned with her own safety, but he assumed it would all be fine. She was fast and her daggers were deadly. Yet when she walked through the complex, she would encounter the being that would be her downfall. She ran face first into the rotund and plump belly of one of the faceless women of the singularity, causing Jack to stumble back at the sudden collision with the pregnant abdomen. She stared up at it, a small distance from this womanly monster, which looked down at her in equal measure. Jack felt an odd feeling bubbling inside of her, at this strange looking creature. It was very plump, a large round belly that appeared to be swollen from child, and the ample hanging breasts and wide voluptuous hips inspired imagery of fertility with this creature. It was if it begged to be bred. Jack stared in awe, feeling a slight heat rise to her cheeks at this tall woman before her. Thick huge round pink lips that puckered slightly in kissing motions, latex clad hands that alternated between rubbing her belly and pinching her nipples, thick thighs that would feel divine to grope. Jack wasn't as well attuned to sexual urges as some of the other children, but even still, the passive effects of this singularity and the sheer womanly beauty of this creature was having an effect on Jack. But most of all, how fertile this thing appeared, the way it gazed at her tenderly despite having no eyes...

"Mommy...?" Jack said with a lidded gaze.

Something about that felt right. This woman looked so bountiful, so full of life. It only made sense for Jack to think of her as potentially- no, as her actual mother. She gave off a warm maternal feel, when she bent down to gently caress Jack's cheek, which Jack eagerly leaned into, nuzzling her cheek against the rubbery palm. Another hand slipped to the small of Jack's back and ushered the child close, allowing her to be pressed against the living sex dolls massive chest. Jack allowed herself to sink into the rubbery flesh, gazing up with sleepy eyes and a tiny mouth of soft pink lips in an O shape. A part of her knew this mommy wasn't normal, there was a perverse nature to its touches, its gaze. Yet Jack found herself not minding, the maternal desires she had being fulfilled by this fertile creature. "Mommy..." Jack lulled out again. Even though she was a stranger to sex, she still found her thong growing tight as her little underaged cunny soaked through the material with arousal, and she allowed herself to sink deeper into the embrace of her new mother's buxom breasts and take in the warm latex sensation and the rich scent of sweat. 

She felt one arm scoop around her waist, and another cupping her tiny rear, and then the sensation of being lifted up. Jack grabbed a hold of the doll with her small hands for extra support, and felt her body heat even more when a thick rubbery finger started to slide between the puffy lips of her cunny. Jack continued to stare up in wonderment, clearly enjoying what was happening to her, even if her underdeveloped mind couldn't quite grasp the concept of sex enough to name it. Yet despite not being able to put into words the feelings she was experiencing, it didn't stop the sensations from driving tingles into her core. The warm latex underneath her, the scent of rubber and sweat and sex consuming her senses, the hands groping at her childish body, touching and rubbing in just the right areas to finally elicit a moan from Jack. "F-feels good... mommy..." she slurred out. Her head was swimming as these alien feelings consumed her body, yet she only leaned into it eager for more, grinding her hips against the fingers that probed through her slutty panties. She felt a pressure begin to build within her as the doll carried her off to a nearby apartment, the door magically opening and shutting behind with a thud and the click of locks. Jack hadn't even noticed, yet even if she did, it was doubtful she would have cared. It felt so nice being in the hold of her mommy, the warmth, the touches, she felt so safe and secure... and another feeling that made her feel naughty.

Then the doll, her mommy, leaned down slightly to place a kiss upon her cheek. A thick, firm, wet and sloppy kiss that left a large pink lipstick mark covering her entire cheek and then some. This kiss had put the final nail in the coffin, it hadn't taken much to break Jack. They hadn't even needed to bring her to orgasm, just the warm embrace, some touching, and a wet sloppy kiss was enough to fully take advantage over her desires for a mommy. And with that, pink hearts blossomed in her pupils as her eyes darted between her cheek and the wet lips of her new mommy. She was entirely smitten now with this doll. Jack loved her. Jack loved her mommy. "Thank you mommy..." Jack mumbled, still lovestruck by the affection she was being shown. She let out a squeal of delight soon after when the doll continued to plant kisses on her, on her cheeks, her forehead, and then right on the lips. Each time leaving thick gooey kiss marks, as well as little puffs of the potent love gas from the dolls mouth driving Jack deeper and deeper into a spiral of love and close and closer to her very first orgasm. 

And then it hit her. "Uuuu~ Mommy~~ I love y-" Jack's cries of lust were silenced by a kiss she moaned into as a pair of fingers sunk through her soaked thong deep into her her cunny, bringing the little girls first orgasm to her. Only elated further by it being brought out by her new lovely mommy. Jack moaned hungrily into the kiss as she bucked her hips wildly, her little hands grasping and digging into the soft rubbery flesh of the doll, lust driving gas being breathed into her lungs and flooding her mind with dopamine. It was the happiest Jack had ever been. No matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't put words to this feeling, but she was hopelessly addicted to it now. This pleasure that was drawing strange fluids from her special place, that were being milked by her mommies expert touches. Jack allowed herself to float away metaphorically, letting the pleasure take over her conscious mind as she sunk into the warm embrace and let the orgasm hit her again and again. And soon enough, the doll broke the kiss, a much brighter and gooier ring of lipstick staining around her mouth. Jack hung there limply in her mommies arms, hearts throbbing in her eyes that had rolled back in her skull, her mouth hung limply and drool trickling out. She still had light spasms of pleasure as the last few waves of her orgasms settled down. Letting out happy mewls of bliss.

Whilst Jack was in her delirious state of joy, the doll sat herself down on the bed and shifted Jacks position. Now the child was lying on the dolls plush thick laps, easily supported by the sheer size and volume. The doll quickly stripped off the tiny little thong and top with one hand, supporting her head with the other. Jacks nipples were erect, her tiny puffy chest exposed to the air. The doll trailed her free hand across Jack's barely developed chest, rubbing circles around the small little breasts, alternating between tracing patterns around the mosquito bite mounds and pinching at them, snapping Jack back to reality as she squirmed from the blissful touches her mommy was giving her. "M-mommy... t-that... that feels good... mommy..." Jack mewled.

It was then that the final trap ensnared around Jack so to speak. Briefly pulling away from her breasts, the doll grabbed one of her gigantic heaving breasts and tilted Jack up a little bit more so her lips could find purchase upon the teat. The hearts in Jack's eyes throbbed in awe at what was being presented, and she soon latched onto the nipple of this gigantic breast presented before her. Immediately she suckled and nibbled on the nipple, rubbing her tongue over the latex nub and finding satisfaction in how she could suckle and chew on it, like it was a toy for the feral animal she had been reduced to. And then the milk flowed. Or she had assumed it was milk. She couldn't see it, but it tasted sweet and creamy and flowed from Mommy, so it must be Mommy's milk, right? Jack hadn't really cared to think on it, just enjoying the warm sweet liquids she suckled from her mommy's ample breast. Jack moaned in pleasure, letting her eyes close as she melts into the hold of her mommy, finding true peace and happiness. 

He felt her breathing hitch and she bit down on the nipple with more force than she meant to when she felt her mommy's free hand trail down her delicate kiddy body and trace circles on her stomach, though her mommy didn't seem to mind at the more aggressive biting. The doll continued to stroke its hand down her torso before stopping once again between her legs. Gently she pried them apart, Jack offering no resistance, and then the doll began her ministrations of lust. Gently rubbing her fingers up and down Jack's puffy cunny, before squeezing the lips together and flicking at the clitoris poking out, earning more squeals and gasps of pleasure from the child in her arms. Her cunny was so swollen and red from arousal, soaked and leaking love juices, sensitive to the slightest touch. And the doll, her mommy, took advantage of this by spreading the lips aside and then plunging her large adult fingers into the tight moist cavity of Jack's pussy. She was trembling in her mommy's grasp, keeping her hands occupied by sinking her fingers into the plush latex flesh of the huge breast that occupied her vision, intensifying her sucking of the precious fluids she drank down as her hips bucked into her mommy's fingers. This continued on for a while further, Jack moaning in pleasure and squirming in her grasp, drinking down the milk from the breast she was squeezing and kneading, and all the way the doll pumped away faster and faster with her fingers to draw Jack closer and closer to cumming. And soon enough she did. Jack let out muffled squeals of delight as she squirted her juices out, soaking the hand of her mommy as well as the sheets beneath them. The orgasm lasted for several heartbeats, it was quick but messy, and felt oh so good. Eventually her lust subsided though, and she came down from the high of it, allowing the thoroughly suckled breast to pop out of her mouth audibly as she melted into the embrace. 

She sleepily mumbled out an "I love you mommy", nuzzling into the hold of her mother. It wouldn't last though, the doll propped her up once again, forcing a breast upon her to suckle. Jack wanted to initially refuse her mothers advances as she felt fingers press into her cunny that was still sensitive from her past orgasm, but her protests died when a puff of that sweet smelling gas darted out of her mommy's thick pink lips and completely enveloped Jack's face and senses. And just like that, she felt her resistance melt away into nothing as she resumed suckling on that breast again, warm creamy milk trickling down her chin as she gulped down greedily large mouthfuls of it. She felt more fingers pump into her cunny, and even some prodding at the entrance of her anus too, all the while more puffs of gas were periodically blown out to keep her alert and horny. Jack wouldn't be allowed to rest, she would forever drink her mommy's milkies and feel her mommy's tender fingers pumping cum out of her kiddy cunny. And the more this went on the more Jack's mind was rendered into mush. She soon reverted to an almost infantile state, the only things on her mind was the pleasure she felt from the breast in her mouth and hands and the fingers she felt violating her holes. It felt so good, how had she even lived this long without the touch of her mommy. She felt another orgasm being drawn from her core, and then another splash of her girl cum across the sheets. Another bust of that aphrodisiac gas right onto her face, and another torrent of sweet creamy milk in her mouth. Jack soon forgot it all, forgot Chaldea, forgot her master, forgot most of everything. All she knew was that she was her mommy's little girl, and that good little girls lay there and thank their mommy's for the pleasure they're given. So Jack laid back and accepted this love, and Jack was happy to have a mommy who made her cum this much.

Chapter 6: Ibaraki Douji and Shuten Douji

Many of the servants trapped in this singularity were quickly taken care of, fallen to the charms and succumbing to their lust, the various monsters of the singularity groping and drawing orgasms out of the child servants and breaking them into being vessels of lust. This wasn't the case for Ibaraki Douji. Like all servants before, she was snatched in the night on the way for a midnight snack, with a blink she found herself in the hazy mist riddled night of the apartment complex, the sky ominously red. Ibaraki had found herself entirely naked, whereas other servants materialised in bikinis that left nothing to the imagination, Ibaraki was entirely naked as the day she was born. Her flat chest exposed to the air, her soft pink nipples hardening in the coolness of it, her forearms and legs clawed and red to reflect her nature as an oni. After spawning in this singularity and overcome the embarrassment of being entirely naked, Ibaraki found herself with her sword in hand and a goal in mind. Shuten, her beloved Shuten, had actually been stolen before she had. With this information in mind Ibaraki decided she would not only rescue Shuten, but the other kids of Chaldea. With a look of pride on her face Ibaraki hoisted her sword up and started padding across the walkways of the apartment complex, she would slay the beasts in this realm, rescue her fellow servants, and return a hero after destroying the singularity. No doubt Shuten and Master would be very proud of her, and she would be spoiled with all the sweets she could desire. Practically bouncing with every step she carried on, checking through windows for any servants in each of these rooms, her embarrassment of being nude being drowned out by the gleeful prospect of her master forever being indebted for rescuing his servants, her beloved Shuten praising her for being so strong and capable. 

Those feelings started to wane though as she now stomped through wet latex floor of the walkways, making puddles and splashes with each heavy footfall. Periodically she would use her immense oni strength to smash a door off of its hinges and storm in when the windows were obscured. Ibaraki had found waiting inside strange perverted creatures, rather plump and well endowed women made entirely of latex, faceless bar very large thick ring like lips. Such indecency brought a strong blush to Ibaraki's cheeks, but she didn't give them the time of day, anytime they leapt and tried to grab at her, she would easily dispatch them with her blade or pulverise them into the floor with the immense strength of her clawed hands, the sharp black talon like nails easily stabbing through the latex bodies, though she would concede that in spite of her unfathomable strength the perverse dolls offered some resistance, their latex bodies were tough but not impossible for her to crush and pierce. 

Ibaraki stormed out of another room, growing more and more frustrated, gooey black latex dripping from her blade as she dispatched yet another doll. She had encountered all manner of beasts, the dolls with their plump breasts and swollen bellies, some with tentacles below the waists for legs. Floating ghostly hands and spherical balls with large lips on them. Even a giant slug that also had a giant pair of lips on the front of it, made entirely of smooth segmented latex. That was a tough beast for Ibaraki to take down, but she dispatched it none the less. Her patience was wearing thin by this point as another floor had been cleared. Being a servant she had no real need for substances or rest, not as long as she had a constant supply of mana, which strangely enough she did have. she wasn't aware of how long she had been stalking this complex that seemed to stretch forever downwards, but her patience was wearing thin. She believed this would be an easy affair, that she would find the missing servants quickly. Yet every room had been empty. She did find one room that had an open book on a podium that she had thought was Nursery Rhyme. The book looked like Nursery Rhyme, and even had a strange moving illustration on the page of the girl herself slamming her hips in a feral manner into a large white slime like creature. She had a huge cock too. Ibaraki had stormed out of that room quickly, flustered from such obscenities. 

Coming up to another room, she heard sounds coming from within. She heard moans. She heard Shuten. Ibaraki's face lit up in spite of the unusual sounds she was hearing, it was most certainly Shuten in this room. Wasting no time she smashed the door open and stormed inside. Or she would have if the door hadn't flung open and one of those dolls grabbed her by the the throat and threw her inside. Ibaraki slammed to the carpeted floor, rolling and coming to an end.  She recovered quickly, keen to kill the insect that had touched her, when she heard an all too familiar soft sweet voice. Like honey those timbers wormed their way into her ears, such soft and gentle words that covered up for a frightening strength and cruelty. 

"My oh my~ Look who finally decided to join us~ Ufu fu fu~".

Ibaraki whipped around, and felt her heart stop at the sight before her. There was Shuten, her beloved Shuten. And she was sexually gratifying those accursed dolls. She was the same for all intents and purposes, at an initial glance, but Ibaraki quickly soaked in the sight. Shuten's makeup was smeared, and she was coated entirely from the neck down in a latex bodysuit. And to add to that her stomach had swollen considerably. The most sickening thing to Ibaraki is how happy she looked as she sat there, suckling on a large latex clad cock of one of the dolls, whilst another she sat on the lap of was gently rubbing her belly. Ibaraki was frozen in place, stunned at the confusing sight before her. So much that she hadn't noticed when the doll that greeted her was joined by another after it slammed the door shut, swiftly knocking the sword out of her hand and restraining Ibaraki. These two were much stronger than the others, easily holding her in place on her knees, facing Shuten.

"Shuten! What's going on! What's the meaning of this! Are you okay?! What's going on?!" Ibaraki let loose a barrage of panicked questions, struggling against the dolls restraining her, the blush growing on her cheeks as she watched her beloved Shuten slurping on that giant fat juicy cock as if it was a delicious sweet. Shuten at first didn't answer her, the doll whose lap she sat on now rubbing Shutens thighs and pinching at her nipples, Shuten herself continuing to bob her head up and down upon that large cock of the doll beside her. Shuten's smeared lipstick making red rings periodically up and down the black lates of the cock, and she bobbed her fead faster and faster, greedy wet slurps and slutty moans reverberating throughout the room as she went faster and deeper, gagging on the cock, forcing it down her throat in a desperate plea to get the delicious cum from it. "S-Shuten..." Ibaraki could only weakly mutter as she saw her fellow oni she loved so dearly act like some common whore. Shuten eventually squealed in delight, though it was muffled, when the doll grabbed her roughly by her hair and slammed the loli oni deep down onto her cock. "HEY!" Ibaraki shouted at the rough treatment of her beloved, squirming in the grasp of the dolls who held her, though her anger quickly faded when she saw Shuten's eyes roll back and her body spasm from pleasure as the doll blasted cum straight down her throat into her already swollen belly. Shuten moaning thirstily now that she was given the cum she craved. The orgasm seemed to last for ages, and eventually Shuten was let go, and she slowly slid herself off of the cock, making wet lewd slurping noises to clean every bit of sperm left before she let go of the cock with a "pwah~" and a look of satisfaction, licking her lips as she relished in the taste of cum in her mouth and throat. She gave the cock a single kiss on the tip and it softened "Thank you mistress for rewarding me with this delicious cum~" Shuten said.

Then she turned to finally address Ibaraki, having finished her servicing of the doll. "How did you like that Ibaraki~?" Shuten tittered out, sitting up and crossing her legs as she remained in the lap of the other doll. She still wore that smug look of superiority, and Ibaraki wanted to believe it was still Shuten. "Shuten... why?" Ibaraki whispered, transfixed mainly in horror but also slightly in desire, at the sight of Shuten doing such deplorable deeds with these monsters. "Hmmm~? Why what~? Why was I showing appreciation for my darlings here~?" and Ibaraki felt her heart stop for but a moment at that "What do you mean?! What's going on Shuten?! Why are you letting these things do... do... t-this and that!" Ibaraki screamed back, eliciting a giggle from her fellow Oni. "My oh my~ So childish still Ibaraki... Where to staaaart~~" she drew out her words, placing a finger upon her lips in contemplation before regarding Ibaraki with that usual smug look "I was taken here just the same as you were Ibarakiii~~ Only I didn't so barbarically cut down this wonderful place as you did~ I gave my darling mistresses a chance to show me just how good this place can feel~~ Ooohh Ibarakiii~~ the pleasures you can feel here..~ I'm glad you finally joined us~~... Ibaraki~~..." Shuten sung.

Just then both of the dolls holding Ibaraki hoisted her up so she was held in the air spread eagled. She hadn't noticed that all this time the dolls had been letting out mists of the pink aphrodisiac gas from their gaping mouths, slowly filling the room. Ibaraki hadn't the strength anymore to fight back as she was held up, and to add her nipples were painfully erect with arousal, her cheeks aflush and her tight virginal cunny now swollen and puffy, leaking juices at the intoxicating mist filling the room and seeing her beloved Shuten betray her to sexually gratify some monster... and love it so much...

Shuten was held up in the same way, spread eagled but only by one doll, the one whose lap she sat on. Its own giant erect cock was poking out and curving upwards, rubbing into Shuten's latex coated cunny and making the oni moan. "You'll have to excuse me Ibaraki sweety~" Shuten began "I've gotten so pregnant lately that it's hard to walk by myself~ It's as if I've been reduced to nothing more than a sex toy for my beloveds~" she sang out, her eyes dull and empty, a blissful grin on her face as she hooked her arms up and behind her around the dolls neck. She looked so broken, yet so happy. "Isn't that wonderful~~ my spine has been bent out of shape Ibaraki sweety~~ I've been pregnant for so long, I've given birth to so many beautiful children~~" and the doll walked forwards, carrying Shuten until she was face to face with Ibaraki, her huge swollen pregnant belly compressing against Ibaraki's own flat toned body "And now~~ the same thing will happen to you Ibaraki... in due time. For now~~" Shuten leaned forwards, loosening her grip around the doll to whisper deep into Ibaraki's ear "Enjoy the show sweety~~" she moaned. Pulling herself back, she gave a grin, locking her arms backwards around the doll again as she was hoisted up, and slammed deep down onto the dolls giant erect cock, moaning deeply as she came there and then, spurting her love juices all over the floor below. The constant flow of aphrodisiacs and the never ending sex rendering Shuten into a mess who would come from something as simple as penetration. 

Ibaraki could only watch, held tightly in place by the two dolls, both of whom had leant in to breath puffs of sweet pink gas in her face. Every few moments she'd have the gas be blown from their lips that were becoming more and more enticing. Shuten was staring her right in the eyes as her pregnant belly was pushed right into Ibaraki, squishing as her beloved Oni was getting pumped up and down on that giant juicy cock, making her moan and pant shamelessly. Ibaraki couldn't help but let out a moan herself at the feeling of having Shuten's giant latex clad baby bump rubbing against her body, watching her be jackhammered on such a huge cock, seeing the bliss on her hollow face as she came over and over again from the brutal fucking. Ibaraki bit her lip, her own cunny leaking juices more and more, growing more puffy and itching from neglect. She blushed and squirmed in place as the dolls continued to blow the gas in her face, her entire body growing more sensitive, she was panting as she was held aloft and growing more and more desperate. It looked so good, like it felt so wonderful for Shuten. Maybe... maybe Ibaraki should try it. Suddenly the doll behind Shuten currently fucking her blew a concentrated burst of the gas directly in Ibaraki's face. Her vision was momentarily blinded, all she could see was pink, all she could feel was the rubbing of latex on her body, the moans of Shuten, the wet squeaking sounds of moist latex rubbing.

The mist eventually cleared, inhaled by Ibaraki, and when it had she found two latex hands had gripped onto her cheeks. Shuten had leaned in, cupping Ibaraki's cheeks. She gazed at her fellow oni, pink hearts throbbing in her dull lifeless eyes as she placed her red smeared lips upon Ibaraki, sealing her in a messy sloppy kiss. Drool trickled down their chins as their tongues wrestled. It was a kiss of pure lust, Shuten practically trying to throatfuck Ibaraki with her tongue, mashing their lips together in need. It was then that Ibaraki finally lost it when the two dolls beside her placed their own kisses upon her cheeks. The thick pinks rings that were their leaps firmly sealed around her cheeks, staining her face with two pink circles. As the two dolls kissing her cheeks suckled upon her face, licking with long slimy tongues and leaving thick kiss marks, it became too much. The mist blowing into her face, the kissing on her lips from her beloved Shuten getting so brutally fucked from behind, the two dolls kissing her either side. Finally Ibaraki came. And she came hard. She grasped onto anything, clutching firmly and digging her clawed hands into the huge amble breasts for something to grab onto as she practically screamed into the kiss Shuten was giving her. Her cunny, untouched even now, squirted torrents of juices below. Ibaraki spasmed and twitched in the grasps of the dolls and her beloved Shuten, and rode out the orgasm for what felt like an eternity. 

Eventually Ibaraki's orgasm came to an end. The dolls on side released their kisses from her, thick pink rings marking her cheeks. And then Shuten released her kiss on Ibaraki's lips, red lipstick marking her now. Ibaraki's gaze was unfocused and hazy, small pink hearts throbbing in her pupils, her skin slick with sweat. The oni was left panting as Shuten, being carried by that doll, backed off. Ibaraki was left held in the air to recover. At some point Shuten had came again, as did the doll judging my the fat loads of cum staining the floor below, but Ibaraki hadn't noticed in her own blinding orgasm. Gradually she came back to her senses, unbeknown to her she had already been corrupted by this point. That one orgasm and the constant exposure to gas had rendered her yet another victim of this singularity, even if she hadn't realised it, she was now trapped to be relentlessly fucked.

"I bet you want it now don't you sweetie~?" Shuten panted, and before Ibaraki could say anything the fourth doll, the one forgotten that Shuten was servicing earlier, had came around behind Ibaraki. The dolls on either side let go of her, only for Ibaraki to be held up in the exact same position by the singular doll, whose giant hard throbbing cock pulsed underneath the oni. She shuddered and moaned, as if electricity jolted through her body, in the same way it had happened to Shuten, she was now being held up with such a massive cock bending up and rubbing against her cunny. She let out a moan as her lips were spread apart by the girth of the cock, the burning itch was gently being satiated by having this shaft just rubbing against her. She whimpered with desire, wondering how good it would be to have that monster rammed inside of her and split her apart. "You want it, right~?" Shuten had said, now pressed up against Ibaraki again, the doll carrying her was mirroring Ibaraki's situation, the both of them held spread eagled and face to face, pressed up tight against eachother with a doll's throbbing hard cock poised to rape their cunnies. 

"Just say it sweetie~" Shuten moaned in a whisper, her heart-shaped pupils gazing directly into Ibaraki's own "Just say you want it~ forget about Chaldea~ forget about master~ Accept your new mistresses~ Give in, accept the pleasure, have their children~... ... just do it sweetie, my Ibaraki~ and get fucked...~" 

Ibaraki was left speechless and panting at the words she heard. But it was so tempting, so impossible to resist. "I... I... p-please..." Ibaraki muttered. Shuten smirked "Please what~? Say it Ibaraki~ Say what you need~..." and the metaphorical damn broke.

"F-F-FUCK ME!" Ibaraki screamed as she finally snapped. It was if there was a little ping as her mind broke and she gave in to her lust "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! JUST DO IT!" she wailed "I WANT TO BE LIKE YOU SHUTEN! I can't stand it anymore, I need it, I want it, fuck me fuck me FUCK ME! Get me pregnant, make me give birth to these amazing womens babies! I need it! Pleeeeaaaassseee!!! FUCK MEEE!!" and with that declaration her fate was sealed. Latex crept from the dolls hands, slowly worming its way up to encapsulate Ibaraki's entire body, clinging tight to her tiny petite body, even her individual toes were coated in latex. From the neck down Ibaraki had a tight, shiny, glossy body of latex sticking to her. "Good girl~" Shuten breathed, and the doll holding Ibaraki thrusted up and fucked her.

She instantly came, spazzing about from the force of her orgasm, and if it wasn't for Shuten and her bloated pregnant belly compressing against Ibaraki she would have toppled. "It's okay sweetie, I got yoUUUU-" Shuten began before she was cut off by her own doll fucking her. A dopey grin spreading across her face as she had her own sizeable cock stuffed inside her tight cunny. The two loli onis now sandwiched together moaned needily as their respective dolls brutally fucked and abused their cunnies, their huge latex clad cocks pounding deep into their tight cavities and spreading them wide. "I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it-" the two babbled on, their arms grappling around eachother as they clung tight, their hands digging in deep as they shuddered in place, trembling from the bliss as the dolls fucked them, the aphrodisiac gas never letting up as each doll kept spewing wafts of the sweet pink horny gas at the opposite oni. Wet rubbery squeaks echoed in the room to accompany a symphony of girlish moans and whines, the fucking never ending. The two would have lost count of how many times they came if they were even lucid enough to try, the pleasure numbing their minds to mush as all they could do was go limp in eachothers embrace, taking the cock and letting the dopamine flood their minds. The dolls took it upon themselves to wrap their arms around eachother, the two onis being impaled even deeper as gravity forced them onto the dolls cocks, and the dolls then came. Ibaraki and Shuten both screamed in pleasure, throwing their heads back in bliss as cum filled their wombs. The dolls forced the two of them to be compressed tight together, the pressure only adding to the pleasure as Shuten was stuffed even further, and Ibaraki found her own belly starting to bloat from the sheer quantity of cum. This dragged on as love was made, and Ibaraki new she would be pregnant with their children.

After the orgasm subsided, the two spent oni were pulled apart as the dolls stepped back. Then the dolls unceremoniously ripped the onis off of their still erect cocks and threw them down onto the king sized bed that occupied the apartment. Lying on the bed were the other two more weaker dolls who had restrained Ibaraki when she initially arrived. The two onis found strength in themselves to kneel there on the bed, turning to eachother and grinning with joy. Shutens baby bump had swelled so massively that even on her hands and knees her popped out belly button was brushing against the sheets, and whilst not as massive Ibaraki's own belly had grown too, bloated from the cum forced into her tight little cunny and small womb. She couldn't wait to be like Shuten and to give birth to so many babies. Before the two onis were proud magnificent cocks, erect and oozing precum, and behind them even more cocks ready to thrust. Ibaraki had crawled forwards slightly to latch her soft pink lips around the cock before her, eagerly sucking it off, ramming it as deep down her throat as she could to coax out the delicious aphrodisiac cum inside, and all the while the doll behind her dug her fingers deep into Ibaraki's surprisingly plump rear and slammed her cock into the oni's cunny once more, eager to dump more fat loads into her. Shuten meanwhile struggled to crawl to the doll on the bed, lacking in strength and over encumbered by her huge baby bump, causing the doll behind to push her. Shuten fell mouth open onto the dolls cock, her belly slamming into the bed and forcing cum out through her cunny, the oni moaning eagerly around the cock that she was forced to deepthroat, and just like with Ibaraki the other doll dug her fingers into Shuten's considerably plump rear and impaled her on its cock.

They would continue like that, minutes turned to hours, hours to days, days to months, years to decades. Shuten and Ibaraki spent every moment in this room, eagerly sucking on the cocks before them whilst the dolls behind slammed their hips together, periodically the dolls in front blowing great billows of the pink gas to keep the oni's libido running high and constant. Ibaraki and Shuten sealed their lips tight around the large cocks, sucking them down deep into their throats, tears streaming down their cheeks as they swallowed yet another giant load of cum, depositing right into their eagerly awaiting bellies. This caused their cunnies to tighten up considerably, milking the dolls behind for all the cum they could provide as they slammed their hips together one last time, the sound of wet latex slapping against eachother as the dolls in the rear emptied their fat balls once again and deposited another huge load into the onis cunnies, making their bellies swell up even more. And it kept going, the dolls never going soft and the gas never making the onis rest, it was a constant never ending loop of brutal baby making mating, and Ibaraki Douji and Shuten Douji loved it. Memories of the past slipping away, of Chaldea, of their Master, all of it going as they found themselves in paradise. No sensation was more wonderful than their new mistresses plugging their holes with giant fat latex cocks and the copious amounts of cum that they poured inside their tiny child like bodies. For a brief moment the two onis were allowed to rest, rolling onto their backs and panting. Shuten and Ibaraki cuddled up together, rubbing eachothers bloated pregnant bellies under the super tight form fitting latex, a blissful smile on their faces as they realised they were truly happy. They shared a kiss on the lips before the dolls approached them again with raging hard cocks, and the two onis welcomed their lovers with open arms, sweaty, dishevelled, but in love. 

Chapter 7: Wu Zetian

When Wu Zetian emerged into the singularity that had so thoroughly fucked the servants of Chaldea, it had decided to do a whole load of nothing in particular to her apparel, deeming it already significantly lewd enough that there was no need to strip it away and have her awaken in a microbikini, what the tiny Empress was wearing was far more scandalous. Though her coat had been left behind, so she strolled forth along the balcony halls with little to nothing covering her, just a thong and loin cloth draping the front to hide her pristine cunny and a thin little ribbon wrapped around flat chest to obscure her pink little nipples. Her soft luscious purple hair flowed behind her in an elegance befitting of someone of her status, her fuscia eyes narrowed in a permanent look of smug superiority as she held herself high, casually swinging the sword she held in her hand. Already had she dispatched several foes, slicing them cleanly or trapping them within the lethal confines of her noble phantasm, great jars of toxins left behind in her wake. Though there was a catch. Whilst she was certainly maintaining her composure and elegance, it was strenuous. A slight crimson hue flushed her otherwise flawless cheeks, gentle beads of sweat rolled down her smooth soft skin, her cock ached with such unimaginable lust. 

Yes, at some point during her combat, a swarm of black gooey like insects rushed past her. One had managed to sting her directly on her pubic mound through her loin cloth, and in but a moment a large cock sprung forth, lifting the cloth up slightly as thick trickles of precum oozed out and seeped through the loin cloth. The cock periodically twitched with arousal, bobbing with her steps, the cloth rubbing against the head and creating an irritating pleasure. Wu Zetian eventually had enough, forsaking the shreds of modesty she had by tearing the loin cloth off to save herself of the unbearable teasing it was inflicting upon her newly grown appendage. She looked down at it, truly an unsightly thing that had sprouted from her delicate flower. The sooner she could get out of this wretched singularity the sooner she could jerk off- remove it. She shook her head, the red miasma getting to her, toying with her senses, driving feelings of wild lust into her mind. 

She turned and found a service elevator just tucked around a corner, and seeing no sight of the ground just over the balcony, decided it was worth trying to see if she could really get somewhere. Strutting in, she thumbed for the ground floor and turned to see the fence slide passed the door as the elevator slowly made its way down into the depths. It seemed to grow darker the deeper she went, floors becoming less frequent and further spaced apart as her vision became more and more occupied by dull grey concrete, illuminated only by the flickering bulb above. She wasn't scared certainly, what monsters had posed a threat here were insignificant in the end, she was confident nothing could harm her. 

The elevator continued to slide down the shaft, and as she was left in the metal confines, her mind wandered. In particular, to the cock still throbbing between her legs. Sweat beaded down her face and she gulped. It was so large and obscene... she wondered what it would be like to touch it, she had only stimulated it when removing the loin cloth stuck to it, so what if... She slowly reached her delicate fingers out to touch the tip. It was soft and sticky, and she felt her nerves start to smoulder at her touches. She squeezed it, and found that it only heightened the pleasure until she squeezed a bit too hard, and the pleasure was robbed and replaced with pain. Once that subsided, she went back to experimenting, instead tracing her finger tips along the length of her shaft, gently, oh so gently, gracing the girth of her cock with her hands. She couldn't suppress the gasp and shivers as her fingers danced across her meaty cock, and then she couldn't suppress her desires to wrap her hands around the cock. It felt too good to touch it, so perhaps... With both hands on the shaft she began to stroke now, gripping firmer and moving up and down. The pleasure was immense. Before she knew it, Wu Zetian had quickly lost herself in the spirals of pleasure, furiously jackhammering her dick, her eyes crossing and tongue lolling out as her mind began to grow hazy with lust. She kept pumping away up and down, it felt too good, way way too good. Was this why Master so frequently locked himself away with a servant or two, did he feel like this every time a woman grabbed his manhood. Before she knew it Wu Zetian bucked her hips and stroked a few more times, and then released thick ropes of sticky potent cum forwards just as the elevator stopped and the doors rolled aside, her seed flying out in streams as she let out moans of bliss, spasming and bucking her hips to launch her cum forwards in streaks across the floor.

That felt good, it felt way too good, it was addicting. But thankfully Wu Zetian began to calm down, clarity restoring her mind as her cock softened and shrunk. It was a curious sight as she regained her senses, her cock did not disappear, but clearly was no longer so pent up to provide a further distraction. She let out a sigh of relief, fanning herself with her hand. She really needed that, that was too good. Lingering thoughts dwelled in her mind of further pleasures to experience, what it would be like to fuck some pristine pussy with her newly found appendage, but she managed to suppress those with ease as she inspected where she had arrived.

The lights were dull in what the elevator read out as basement. That was strange. Looking back down Wu Zetian could not see a basement button on the panel of floors, and she was certain she had pressed ground floor. Yes, she checked again and the ground floor button was illuminated, she had most definitely selected that floor. And yet on a digital display above the door did it read 'Basement F6'. She was six floors below the ground? She hadn't noticed herself going further down from her spur of lust, but it should be easy enough to remedy. She pressed the ground floor button again, hoping perhaps it would take her up. It did not. She tried pressing the first floor button figuring she could just walk down after. It still did not move. She tapped her bare foot against the floor, quickly growing impatient with this impertinent elevator that refused her orders. She debated taking out her frustrations with her sword upon the panel of buttons, but rationality overcame her as she realised it wouldn't do a lot of good at all. With a sigh she stepped out of the elevator into the dimly lit basement. The elevator doors shut behind her.

One of the first things she noticed was how much it stunk in here. The basement was heavy with the scent of semen, it was dizzying, almost overpowering, and yet oh so exciting. She tried to suppress her desires but found it useless, rationality trickling away as her cock sprung up from the overbearing stench of cum driving her womanly desires wild, her nipples growing erect under the ribbon tied over them and her tight cunny dripping juices into the black latex puddle she stood in. Growing frustrated she tore off the ribbon chafing her nipples, and tossed aside the thong that had long since been deprived of its loin cloth. Now she stood only in shoes, her hat having long since been lost. Even then, after trying to tack five steps into the depths of the basement, her shoes became stuck, and she stumbled out of them, her feet planting firmly into the extra viscous layer of latex on the floor. Free from her shoes, her bare feet were now stuck to the floor, and she barely maintained her balance. Now she was in a particularly bad predicament. Her libido was only growing from the rich scent of semen in the air, her cock was aching, she was entirely naked, and worst of all stuck in place. She tried in vain to pull her feet free, both from lift her legs and then using her hands to assist. It was futile.

She hadn't known how long she was stuck there mulling things over before she heard a sound. A kind of slithering, but loud and weighty. It was the kind of noise echoing in the puddles of latex that could only be attributed to something large. And after another moment, whatever it was came into view. It was initially indescribable, or rather so abstract that it was hard to label precisely what it was. The best Wu Zetian could determine was some kind of worm. It was very large and thick, but not particularly round. More akin to a maggot? It was some kind of creature, made of a slimy black latex, periodically ribbed down its short length, but entirely smooth. She could see a seam along the middle of it that wrapped around its entire body. It slowly slithered towards her, much in the way an insect would. It towered over her, easily twice her height and width, and sat before her. She was nervous, something about it disarming her will to fight, and also to flee. Even if she wasn't stuck in place physically, she would have been metaphorically. It sat there in silence, as if it were staring her down. And then it opened its mouth, the seam along its middle splitting from the tip facing her to a third of the way along its length, as if it were opening its mouth. 

What Wu Zetian saw inside the giant latex slug instantly drained any fear she felt, instead her entire being was filled with lust and desire, feelings of want consuming her at the paradise she saw just within arms reach. Her cheeks instantly flushed red, no, her entire face did. She bit her lip with anticipation, whimpering and gasping at the sight before her. Even her heartbeat started to quicken slightly, fluttering in desire for what she saw, craving it. In but one action the slug before her had broken down her entire will and resolve and rendered her to in essence horny mush.

At the far end of the slug's oral cavity was a large thick slutty pair of red womanly lips, smacking wetly with sticky red lipstick, they made obscene movements and temptations towards Wu Zetian, their long tongue slipping out to waggle in the air as the lips smacked and blew kisses towards her. Just a little further away from those lips were another kind. On the bottom of the cavity was a large puffy plump pussy sitting neatly in the middle, practically overflowing with tantalising juices and the promise of a tight milking of her aching oozing cock. The pussy was practically winking at her as it twitched open and close, inviting her in. As if that wasn't enough, lining the insides of the slug around these two features were gigantic breasts coating the walls, rolling mounds of massive soft flesh periodically marked with rosy tinted nipples. Hands almost emerged between the breasts, long, womanly hands. Slender fingered, with long red painted nails to caress, to squeeze, to ever so gently scratch and tease. And to finish it off, the insides were moist. Oh so moist and steamy. Every single surface in there was wet with sweat and other no doubt reproductive fluids, thick strands of liquids connecting the top to bottom of the cavity of love, thick puffs of steam bellowing out into Wu Zetian's person, her body instantly being coated in a heavy layer of moisture as her senses were overwritten by the thick scent of semen. This is where that smell came from. This slug lured in futanari victims with scents of semen to excite them, and then it would swallow the girls into a tight fleshy prison of lust.

Wu Zetian trembled at the sight before her, on the verge of falling. She reached out a hand into the maw of the slug, grabbing a hold of one of the massive heaving sweaty breasts hanging there, giving it a tender stroke and a squeeze. It was so soft and wet, and she shuddered feeling it beneath her hand. She was dripping with anticipation wondering how it would feel to be sandwiched between all of those breasts. Her heart was fluttering with excitement even more, desire overwhelming her. She was standing on the very edge of giving in, until two slim womanly hands reached out and grabbed a hold of her forearms, gently stroking and teasing her with soft touches, and the lips at the far end invited her in with one last blow of a kiss. And it was that which sealed her fate. Pink hearts swelled in her pupils as Wu Zetian found herself falling in love with this monster, she needed this so badly. Nothing in her entire life had been more important than getting inside this beast. And sensing her compliance the arms that held her tightened and pulled her inside as the slug began to close its maw. Wu Zetian easily glided through the length of the cavity thanks to how intoxicatingly moist it was, her cock rubbing against the soft womanly flesh below her and oozing a trail of thick precum along the way. More and more an orgasm was teased out of her, until finally she reached the end.

Wu Zetian has crashed face first into the giant lips at the end, which sealed around her own in a sloppy, messy, passionate kiss. The loli empress moaned thirstily into the embrace her mouth was locked in. Her free hands soon found purchase on two gigantic breasts that her fingers easily sinked into, and she relished in squeezing and kneading the damp masses wrapping around her palms. She was so close, so close to release, if only- and then with assistance from the hands, her cock was all the way into the puffy pussy below her as the slug closed up and sealed itself. Wu Zetian had jizzed the moment her cock slammed inside, thrusting her hips wildly as best she could, but soon she was rendered immobile, her orgasm being wrung out by the pulsating fleshy embrace of the pussy that wrapped around and squeezed at her cock. With Wu Zetian captured, the slug slithered away into a corner somewhere. The slug would then build around itself using secretions from its body a wall of latex that would gradually harden and gather dust, disguising itself as just another brick wall, essentially cocooning itself in a way where it would never be found, and by extension, Wu Zetian would never be found.

Inside in her new prison, there was a dull pink glow illuminating it. Her fuscia eyes were hazy and staring vacantly, her soft lilac hair stuck to her slim childish body from the sweat and mass. She shuddered and moaned, writhing in mindless pleasure. The prison of lust was merciless in drawing out orgasms from her. She was entirely sandwiched in the mass of flesh, barely able to squirm as she lied there, her entire body enveloped in rolling mounds of fat breasts that rubbed and squeezed her, the occasional rock hard nipple rubbing at a particular spot. Her own nipples were particular victims of lust, below her were two particularly gigantic breasts, their own nipples grinding against her own, rubbing and teasing. Wu Zetian hadn't realised there could be a heaven like this, let alone one she could achieve, a paradise of lust that felt like she was fucking a thousand of the plumpest most curvaceous women, a veritable orgy of flesh and desire. Another orgasm was milked out of her, and she moaned needily into the lips that held her, the tight muscles of the pussy squeezing and worming down the length of her cock, drawing out more of her precious semen. The ruby red lips she was locked to parted their loving kissing to worm a long slimy tongue in between Wu Zetian's lips, coiling around her own tongue and making her eyes roll back and her grip on the breasts in her hands clench harder. 

Then the hands came, as if the massive breasts rolling around her, so moist and damp rubbing her delicate petite body, wasn't enough the hands began to caress her. She could feel them, soft slender fingers tracing across her petite child like body, rubbing her back and breaking the overbearing pressure of the fleshy ceiling of breasts for just a moment before they slammed back into her to reseal the cocoon she was entombed in. The hand went about to her chest as well, the massive breasts that had been teasing at her own flat chest being pulled aside so the womanly hands could come up, and ever so gently they teased her nipples. Wu Zetian let out girlish moans and squeaks into the lips kissing away at her as she felt these long nails ever so gently circle around her nipples, lightly scratching away at her areolas. But to her frustration, never touching her nipples directly. She was being teased, and for how long she didn't know, but the hands were insistent on making her squirm as they ever so lightly edged close towards her painfully sensitive nipples, only to drag away and begin caressing her flat chest. Her nipples ached with desire to be touched, to be tormented.

The hands continued their ministrations across over parts of her body, a palm coming up inbetween a section of breasts over her abdomen, squeezing and massaging the spot over her womb, caressing her body with its soft fingers before it glided up and pressed two fingers into her bellybutton, rubbing circles into her flat childish belly, making Wu Zetian squirm all the more. More hands crept up between the soft wet mounds of flesh, stroking her thighs and calves, dragging the very tips of their nails along her delicate body. Two hands came from above, groping and kneading her small but shapely rear, spreading the cheeks wide and squeezing. She shuddered in ecstasy, smothered from all places by such inescapable softness, the humid steaminess and rich scent of sex filling her senses. The constant caressing and the oppressive squeezing, the milking from the pussy she was practically sealed inside of that was coaching out yet another orgasm. And the lips, oh the lips were working wonders. The kisses were nothing short of divine, the subtle teasing, the sucking, the way a chaste smooch quickly turned into her throat being violated by its tongue, and not once since she entered had their lips ever broken apart. 

Then the slug decided to finally break her. Two more hands crept up, one from below and one from above, and poised themselves at her entrances. Both of them already lubricated from the slime and moisture in this prison of hedonism, they set to work. The lower hand targeting Wu Zetian's lower lips, gently teasing and rubbing her delicate cunny, coaxing it with just the stroke of a finger. With its trimmed nails it pinched her puffy pussy lips, toying with how squishy and young they were. Up above the second hand toyed with her anus, its nails were also trimmed short, and it gently drew circles around her tight anal hole, easy to access from her spread cheeks. It would rub the various fluids from this stuffy casket of lust into her asshole, and poke it, every so slightly teasing a finger in more and more. And then in unison, the hands teasing her soft puffy cunny and her tight little asshole rammed their fingers in, two at a time into their respective targets of torment, and it drew another orgasm from Wu Zetian.

The slug was done toying with her, it was time to truly milk her. 

It was merciless, the mounds of flesh she was encased in rolled and churned, rubbing and grinding her every spot, squeezing her. Hands groped and caressed her every spot, no more gentle traces but rough grasps. The hands that had delicately toyed with her precious holes were tirelessly jackhammering fingers into her anus and cunny, constantly lubricated by secretions from the slug. The lips formed an even tighter seal around Wu Zetian's own, and she was practically stuck moaning in bliss into the sticky red orifice as its tongue swirled around in her mouth, her eyes going vacant and dull. And below, the pussy her massive cock was wedged into tirelessly worked to grab, squeeze, stroke, and draw every amount of cum from her it could. When Wu Zetian finally felt herself run dry and start shooting blanks, from the mouth she was stuck to, a sweet rich nectar would trickle down her throat and rejuvenate her, making her orgasms once more potent and bountiful, as the tomb she was entrapped in continued to squeeze and rub every drop of semen it could. Outside the slug grew fat and bloated from the cum it was being fed, and grew more powerful. An Empresses' semen was a potent thing indeed. And so Wu Zetian as a servant was over, she would never be found, never be rescued. Her higher brain functions would dull, and all she would ever know is the bliss of being used as nothing but a cum dispensary for this slug, trapped within its bowels where mounds of flesh would squeeze her dry.

Perhaps the slug with its larger size would find another child to feed it. 

Chapter 8: Paul Bunyan

Paul Bunyan stalked the grounds of the apartment complex. She had finally managed to find the ground where many of the other servants had not, and was trudging through a seemingly endless strip of vegetation and other such greenery. She was walking behind the complex, the building rising infinitely into the sky. She had heard it only had twenty or so floors, but looking at it now it was surely endless. She craned her head up, gazing to the impossible heights of the structure before continuing her walk across the grassy grounds. At least the land beneath was soft on her feet, for like everyone else that came into this singularity, Paul's clothes had been stripped away from her. She stalked along naked, the golden micro-bikini she was bestowed with torn away after a hasty escape from a perverse creature. Her axe had also been lost in a similar manner, some giant slug that she had seen slithering around tried to eat her, and whilst she had manged to fend the beast off it had taken her axe from her. So Paul Bunyan was left walking entirely naked, her chest flat, nipples pink, her belly with traces of baby fat, and her cunny was plump. To her chagrin Paul was lacking in her abilities as well, her form weakened and leaving her unable to manipulate her size like she usually could. It was frustrating to Paul, this entire thing was frustrating. At least the grass was soft.

A breeze fluttered by, ghosting across her rosy little nipples. The cold of it driving them to harden as she shuddered. She wanted to go home already, she hadn't managed to find anyone, she only found strange creatures and monsters that made lecherous advances towards her. She wasn't sure how they made her feel. Her pondering however would be her very literal downfall, as one moment she was strolling across the grasses and shrubs, and the next she fell up to her torso into a hole. Paul was left there, quickly sinking further down until she was buried up to her arms in this pitfall, even her flat chest now hidden underground. She stared blankly ahead at how quickly she was trapped, then her expression shifted to a glare. How she was getting mad. Paul tried to struggle out, but the singularity sapped away her strength, lacking the upper body strength to pull herself out, and she could feel her legs dangling in the pit and leaving her nothing to find purchase on to propel herself out. 

Actually, speaking of feeling her legs, the sensation down below her chest in the hole was a peculiar one. She could feel a warmth on her sunken body, no more than that, she felt a moist feeling build up. Below her arms, that which was below into the pit, was quickly starting to warm up. She felt sweat begin to build up on her body from this moist and humid hole she was trapped in, making it even harder to get out if she ever could in the first place. Well that was great. Though this did make her think what this strange pit she fell into was, why was it not just impossible to crawl out of, but was so warm and moist inside. 

She then let out a sudden yelp of surprise, and a shudder went down her spine. There was something in the pit, she felt something touch her. There was absolutely something in the pit that touched her, it felt like a wet slimy tentacle that brushed against her leg. Was there an octopus or something down here? Paul tried to kick it away with her leg but it was getting a strangely tight hold of her leg, slithering up her right leg and squeezing the thigh lightly, despite the little meat she had there. It was strangely warm, and she could feel a viscous slime on it now coating her leg. It was strange, she had see an octopus before and it had little suction cups along the lengths, yet she didn't feel anything sticking to her. The tentacles were instead bumpy, small lumps along the lengths as another tentacle wormed its way up her other leg, and suddenly the two of them took a very firm grip and spread her legs wide. Paul let out an eep, her face starting to flush and she struggled even more, thrashing in vain as she was held in place. Yet she was too weak to claw herself out of the pit and the tentacles grips on her legs too tight, she was stuck in place.

Then she felt a particularly thick tentacle slide up between her small cute butt, rubbing itself between her cheeks and leaving a thick smear of its slime which only made her shudder and gasp, the flush on her cheeks growing even more. The tentacle wormed its way up between her ass and wrapped around her stomach, slightly plump with baby fat, before slithering down to prod at the place she knew it was heading to, and where she thrashed even more in a moot attempt to escape the violation she was about to receive. The tentacle began to poke at the entrance of her cunny, prodding the puffy lips underneath the bikini. It would wipe its tip up and down between her folds, smearing its sticky slime which soaked through the bikini, and then she felt it fall away. The slime, it was dissolving what little clothes she had left, and soon her cunny was now exposed to the hot humid air of the pit, and entirely vulnerable to the tentacle. It was so thick, it kept gently prodding and teasing at her. Paul began to protest, shaking her head, cheeks flushed and tears in the corners of her eyes.

Suddenly a tentacle wormed its way up through the ground in front of her. It was blue in colour with a round tip. It slithered up and bent down in front of her. The tentacle had a slit running sideways along the tip as it hung in front of her face, and then to her horror, the tentacle opened up to reveal a single staring eye. She gasped and tried to squirm away from the scary sight, but extra tenacles had shot up from the ground to wrap around her head and neck, keeping her gaze locked forwards. Fear crept into her heart, what was this going to do? Was it... it wasn't going to go in her mouth was it? Was it going to do lewd things?! She wasn't ready for that, she was still young, she was- those were some pretty colours. Pauls thoughts were cut short as the eye on the stalk had ballooned up, growing in size until the eye took up her entire vision, swelling to be slightly larger than her own head. And then it swirled with colours, from the pupils rings of soft gentle colours pulsed out in long lazy waves. Paul was frozen in place, staring deeply into the eye, her face of fear falling away into a more neutral expression as her gaze was captivated by the pretty colours. She didn't know how long she was held in place like that, and in truth she didn't even know what was going on, the act of thinking growing harder and harder. Her jaw went slack, and soon the same colours pulsing on the stalk formed in her own eyes, the soft hues ringing in vision, her peripherals consumed by pinks and blues and yellows.

Slowly, a smile shakily crept upon her pink lips, accompanied by an absentminded giggle. She was starting to feel really good from the way this eye was looking at her, the colours were so pretty. And the eye seemed to be talking to her, giving her ideas in her mind through the pretty colours. The tentacle poking at her cunny, she shouldn't struggle. Yes. The eye promised her it would feel good if she let it fuck her. Fuck. It sounded right to say that, some of the adults in Chaldea told her to never say that, but right now it sounded so good to say it. Yes, fuck. She should listen to what the eye was telling her, it must feel good to let the tentacle fuck her cunny, these pretty colours would never lie to her. Her smile grew and her eyelids drooped as she continued to happily gaze at the eye that was slowly eroding her mind with erotic thoughts, lewd thoughts worming their way into her impressionable mind and becoming more normalised. Another bumpy tentacle slithered up and traced around her lips, and she could taste a sweet fluid being smeared on her lips and seeping onto her tongue, yet she couldn't pull her gaze away from the eye. It became even more intense, the gaze consuming her thoughts and filling them with perversities. It kept growing and growing, tentacles, sex, fuck, cum, cunny, mating, breeding, rape, pussy, ass, her mind was assaulted non-stop, and soon... the tentacle deflated and sunk back into the ground, Paul's mind broken now. She wouldn't resist. She didn't want to resist. She welcomed the good feelings her new friends would provide, her struggling coming to a halt, and in fact, spreading her legs wider. 

Her eyes then locked onto the tentacle that had been poking at her mouth, and she opened her maw wide, her tongue lolling out as she smiled happily. Pink hearts had appeared in her pupils to only highlight her broken perverse mind. The tentacle wasted no time, slick and bumpy it shot into her mouth, eliciting a soft girly moan from Paul, her eyes rolling back as she was mouth fucked by the tentacle. Her oral cavity was being smeared by the sticky sweet fluids of the tentacle, and with her now tainted mind stained with ideas of perversity, her pussy began to tingle and moisten with arousal. The tentacle that had been prodding at her lower lips resumed its teasing, and Paul let out a needy whine. Why wouldn't it fuck her already, she was nice and wet, come on have sex with her. Yet the tentacle down below only continued to gently stroke her cunny, which grew puffier and more swollen with her ever growing lust. At least the tentacle in her mouth was providing some relief, pumping faster and faster, saliva oozing out of her mouth as the love making grew sloppier. 

Then she felt a little pin-prick, as if she had just been stabbed by a needle. It was a sensation she was familiar with when she had to visit the infirmary, a little jab, and she had felt it in three places. Two little pricks on her already hard rosy nipples, and one right on her clitoris. The stabbing feeling was accompanied by a rush of some fluids being pumped into her body. The effects were instantaneous. It felt like a fire had been ignited in her belly, juices pouring from her even puffier cunny, her pussy swelling painfully with arousal and a need to be bred. Her breasts began to grow, fattening up slightly and becoming so heavy and sore, they felt full with something she didn't quite understand yet, she just knew she needed something to suck on them. The entire pit she was trapped in began to feel even more humid, her skin growing more sensitive to the wet heat as she started to sweat more. Her skin became slick with her own fluids, her short crop of blonde hair sticking to her forehead as sweat glistened her skin, her cheeks aflame with a red heat. Once the drugs had fully taken effect, she started cumming. She had her very first orgasm as she squealed and shrieked around the tentacle that was now throat fucking her. The tentacle had gotten deeper, and with the heightened sensitivity the drugs had brought her body, just the sensation of the tentacle ravaging her mouth and throat was enough to make her squirt juices into the pit below, her lips wrapping tight around the bumpy appendage that was so keenly exploring her cavity.

Below she would finally find release as the tentacle that had been so cruelly teasing her pussy lips had rammed itself inside of her, the pleasure nearly making her pass out from having her tight little cunny stretched wide from a single thrust, the tentacle making its way as far as it could in her small childish passage way, all of the little bumps along its length making the nerves in her cunny fry in conjunction with the mysterious fluids that had been pumped into her. The stimulation was quickly becoming too much and they hadn't even came inside of her yet, something she was very much craving. Paul wasn't given a single moment to adjust to her new position, the tentacle in her pussy wasting no time in jackhammering away and using her as little more than a receptacle for cock. It slammed again and again, the tip of the cock kissing to her deepest reaches, making her quiver and moan, squirting her juices all down the length of the tentacle without end, only serving to lubricate it more. She whimpered and moaned, writhing and squirming, her skin glistening with sweat from exertion as the two tentacles roughly fucked her two mouths. she clawed at the grass and dirt, needing to grasp something to anchor what little sanity she still held, her toes curling in. She even resorted to biting down on the tentacle thrusting its way into mouth, something that seemed to offer no harm or damage to the offending appendage that was violating her throat, entirely undeterred and thrusting all the way.

Below the ground in the pit two tentacles wormed their way and hovered before her now enlarged chest, they had large cup like suckers at their ends, which wasted no effort to latch onto her supple chest. Were she more lucid, Paul would be surprised at the sensation of her newly developed breasts lactating, and these tentacles siphoning it away. In her current state of mind, hypnotised and fucked silly, it was just another form of pleasure tormenting her body and breaking her mind. She arched her back into the suction tentacles that were milking her still growing breasts in the hopes that the gesture would urge them to tug harder, to drink faster. She just wanted more pleasure, more stimulation. Her orgasming hadn't stopped in the slightest, but rather had only increased with this new form sexual ministration upon the young girl. And then the tentacle violating her mouth had came. It was an initial shock she had squeaked at, her mind stirring to life for just a moment at the unfamiliar sensation of her mouth being filled with seed, but the new pleasure quickly shut down the last of sensibility permanently, torrents of sweet sticky cum flooding her belly. The tentacle jizzed into her in pulses, large bulging balls of cum travelled down the tentacle, stretching her jaw even wider as each one passed through, the slits of the cock-headed appendages flaring and widening as the back of her throat was hosed with cum that she greedily lapped down into her belly. This kept going on and on until her stomach had started to swell just a little bit, her already existing baby fat growing from the copious amounts of cum that had been forced down her throat. And then the tentacle withdrew from her mouth and slithered down into the ground, leaving Paul dazed and still moaning and whining from the pussy pounding she was taking down below that hadn't stopped for a moment.

In an instant more tentacles shot up from the ground around her, now content that she had been thoroughly broken, the tentacles wrapped around her arms and yanked, pulling her underground. The ground sealed up overhead, the grass growing, the dirt appearing undisturbed, and there being no sign of Paul Bunyan having passed by. She was now a permanent resident of the tentacle pit.

Below Paul couldn't register what her surroundings were like, not just for the frazzled state of her mind, but also that it was entirely pitch black. She couldn't see anything, but she didn't need to. All she needed to do was feel with her body, and there was so much she could feel. Her pants and moans echoing off of what turned out not to be dirt but was a flesh pit, explaining why it was so hot and humid inside. She was dragged down deeper into the pit, where her feet now dangled into an ever growing pit of her own love juices, her cunny having squirted so much that it was starting to gradually fill the flesh pit. Not that it mattered to her, all she did was howl in bliss in the hot and stuff hole as her own holes got plugged by tentacles. The ones latched to her chest had since injected more mysterious toxins directly into her nipples, making her breasts plump up even bigger. She had let out a scream at one point as a particularly thick and bumpy tentacle had wormed its way into her anus, twisting and turning, thrusting and grinding her sensitive rectum and the walls beyond it. A tentacle hadn't bothered to plug her mouth up for more oral sex, satisfied with letting her babble out obscenities of lust as her cunny and ass were stretched out and fucked from the two tentacles ruining her body and mind. 

Eventually though the flesh pit she was confined to decided to reward her with one final mind-shattering orgasm, in a very literal sense. Her already abused pussy hadn't been squirting enough, so all around Paul in the flesh pit, colours began to light up the darkness in swirling pulsations. Numerous large bulbous eyes lined the walls, assaulting her every gaze and peripheral with the same hypnotic colours, pounding away at her mind with indecent imagery and the normalisation of such. Then a tentacle very similar to the suction types at her breasts snaked its way up and sealed itself over her mouth and nose. In a similar way to the tentacle that had pumped her full of cum, this one was going to pump her full of toxin fumes. Bulbous spheres slid their way up the lengths before making their way to the suction cup over her mouth and nose, and in a hiss a burst of sweet smelling pink gas hit her raspatory systems, reigniting the fires in her loins. She was at the mercy of these tentacles, shrieking in delight, though muffled, from the bouts of noxious fumes that rotted her mind away into a puddle of horny mush. 

Wet slaps and muffled moans echoed in the humid musty flesh pit Paul was confined in, the stench of lust growing stronger as Paul continued to cum, her poor little body being wrung dry, her abuse cunny fucked endlessly as the puddle of her juices below began to fill. And then, finally, the tentacles that had been violating her front and back door broke and came. In a similar fashion to the one that blew a fat load down her throat, large bulges of cum were pumped up the tentacles. Paul's eyes followed them in hazy anticipation, her breath quickening as they travelled closer and closer, until they finally hit her. The bulging tentacles stretched her anus and cunny even wider, the slits of the cocks flaring wide as thick globs of cum were ejaculated into the little girl in bursts. She screamed in muffled pleasure, her eyes rolling back, her back arching and her tiny little body trembling with bliss as she was finally rewarded with the cum she had been craving. Her womb was already stuffed by the fourth cumshot, and the rest that followed only bloated her up. Her belly began to swell and grow as her womb was stretched from the endless cum pouring into her abused cunny. It wasn't helped by her growing stomach from the tentacle pounding away at her back door, her rectum gaping from the bulges of seed being blasted up her ass. 

By now Paul's mind was entirely broken, and even if she was recovered and saved, there would be no coming back. She finally lay limply there, the dopamine from her constant orgasming and fucking having shut her mind down entirely, she didn't think, all she did was feel. And it felt so good to have her belly and chest swell up as these tentacles planted their seeds inside of her fertile little body, and with it their children. There were more tentacle traps to be made, and more cunnies to ensnare and impregnate. Not that Paul Bunyan knew any of this, all she did was quietly moan as her body was wracked with another orgasm. And Paul was happy.

Chapter 9

Mash stirred awake, tired and bleary as she gradually took in her surroundings. First of all she noticed she was in an apartment, stuck onto a large plush bed by some large goopy black balls on her hands and feet. The second thing she noticed was her own state of being, the sounds she made were higher pitches and squeakier, her body felt smaller and weaker, and when she looked down her chest was entirely flat. Mash was a bright girl, so she instantly deduced that she was taken by the foul singularity plaguing Chaldea, and not just that but it had reduced her age. She could imagine herself to be possibly ten, maybe nine years old? She wasn't sure, but absolutely a preteen by the narrow hips and entirely flat chest, not a single curve on her prepubescent body. The third thing she noticed, or rather things, were the company she was keeping in this apartment. Standing before her at the food of the bed was some terrifying creature, a tall and painfully plump and curvaceous woman in all latex. As if her very skin was latex, with strangely shaped head and a thick ringed pink mouth that let out small puffs of bright pink gas periodically. Her body was terribly vulgar, so round and curvaceous, so plump, and hanging between her wide hips was a fat meaty cock, erect and oozing pink precum onto the sheets. Whilst Mash's body may be that of a preteen, her mind was still that of a young adult, and she was ashamed to admit this creature she should be disgusted with was starting to excite her.

And then there was... her... Standing there and smiling with a sinister glint was Koyanskaya. She was entirely naked, and whilst her body wasn't as obscene as the thing at the foot of the bed, she still had some delicious curves to her. Large heaving breasts, delicate pink nipples stiff with arousal. She was panting slightly, and her clean shaven pussy was dripping a gradual stream of juices as her lust swelled. She licked her lips as she gazed down at Mash with a condescending look.

"Finally awake are you. Welcome Mash, you are the final servant to be taken to this singularity. You should feel honoured, the best was saved for last" she said.

"I should have known it was you, you set this whole thing up didn't you?! Why?!" Mash snapped at her, trying to break free from the slimy balls restraining her by her limbs.

"Hmmm, well let's just say I was paid a handsome price to get rid of you Chaldeans. This time to actually succeed. I had failed before, but after thinking it over and observing your precious master, I noticed he has a... fondness... for the women of Chaldea. So I figured why not create a small, special little singularity. A little singularity for little girls..." Koyanskaya licked her lips, a hand going up to fondle her own large breasts, pinching her nipple. She let out a moan as she rolled the sensitive nub between two of her fingers.

Mash felt herself grow more aroused at this, but tried her best to not show it. It was a moot gesture as her face began to flush and she bit her lip to stifle a whimper. "So your plan was to steal all the women of Chaldea and lock them up in some rape singularity? Why? If you could do that why not kill them instead, and why do... do... this?" she gestured to her small body.

Koyanskaya let out a hearty laugh at that. She strolled further to brush a finger down Mash's jawline, drawing a whimper from the demi-servant. She hated how horny this was all making her. "Oh my dear little Mash... killing the servants would be no good, your master could just resummon them. No, what I needed was to break him. You girls haven't realised it, but every instance of you getting fucked and broken has been recorded and sent to him in secret. Your pathetic master tried to deny it at first, deleting the recordings. But they kept being sent to him, and the more he saw his beloved women getting fucked by monsters, the more it broke away his will as he began to lock himself in his room and jerk off. The saviour of humanity reduced to a sad little man rubbing one out again and again watching his servants be stolen and fucked. Once he sees you Mash, his final and most beloved servant, fucked and mind broken by a thick latex cock... the master of Chaldea will fall, unable to go on anymore, and the lostbelts shall reshape history. Chaldea is demoralised, and you will be the final nail in the coffin" she smirked, no it wasn't a smirk, it was truly a feral and evil grin. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth drawn wide to a smile that showed her fangs.

"And as for why every girl taken here, even the most mature and buxom of women, reduced to small... delicate... innocent... children..." Koyanskaya's words dropping to a whisper as one slender finger traced a figure of eight around Mash's flat juvenile chest "It's because you're all so much weaker like this, so easy to break, so much more... sensitive..." she pinched one of Mash's nipples, earning a gasp from the demi-servant. "Wouldn't you agree?" she said with a hum.

"You're a monster..." Mash tried to spit out with venom, though it came out more as a plea as the growing pleasure started to whittle her resolve. It was growing hard to resist this heat in her core.

"You say that now" Koyanskaya said, tracing a finger over Mash's lips "But when my friend over there has her way with you, you'll sing a very different tune indeed... shall we get started... are you watching, master of Chaldea? Your prized servant Mash is about to get raped, and she's going to love it. Won't you do anything to help her?" Koyanskaya grinned as she spoke out to seemingly no one. But if she was telling the truth...

"Senpai... please... don't watch..." Mash pleaded, though deep down she knew it was pointless. She felt shame begin to grow in her, Koyanskaya's words eating away at her and making her doubt her master and lover. Had he really been reduced to such a state?

Mash's thoughts were interrupted as she felt a weight on the bed, and a shadow cast over her as the monster crawled above her, looking down. "Please... don't..." she whispered, her eyes gazing up at the almost featureless face of the monster, a mixture of fear and anticipation as it panted above her, its giant hard cock pressed against the entrance of her cunny and smearing precum. It continued to 'stare' down at her before ending her pleas for mercy by breathing out a puff of pink gas directly into Mash's face. She tried to hold her breath to not inhale it, but the cloud of fumes lingered, and eventually instincts took over to make Mash breath in. And so she did, inhaling the gas completely.

Immediately Mash came, squirting her juices across the sheet in a cone between her legs. She wasn't expecting that but this unfamiliar sensation, this level of arousal was entirely new to her, and it overloaded her senses as she moaned from her orgasm. Her hips bucked wildly up, making her orgasm even more intense as her pussy was rubbing against the length of the monster's cock, stimulating her delicate untouched folds, and soon she collapsed onto the bed exhausted. Her skin was slick with sweat as she gazed up at the monster, already weak from the exertion of just once with the creature. Mash laid there panting, her wide eyes wandering to Koyanskaya. "W-w-what w-was... that...?" she just managed to speak out before Koyanskaya drew closer with a predatory grin. "That, was just one little puff of gas. This singularity has been building up so much power..." Koyanskaya said as she placed one finger upon Mash's clitoris, gently rubbing the erect nub and drawing whimpers from the girl "... every orgasm the girls here have just makes the singularity stronger, so you can imagine how powerful this place is now after having every... single... woman... in chaldea... cumming... their... brains out..." Koyanaksya said, her words growing into a lower and softer whisper as she gently scratched at Mash's clit with her nail, making her practically soak the bed underneath as tears welled in her eyes from the pleasure. It was growing too much and she hadn't even-

"Break her" Koyanskaya said, stepping back with a satisfied grin. Panic was spread across Mash's face as she stared back up at the creature, trying desperately to plead for life. And in one single kiss Mash's mind was destroyed, the creature simultaneously slammed its huge ring shaped lips over Mash's smaller mouth, making a perfect seal as gas was pumped inside of her, rotting her brain with dopamine overdoses. In the same moment the creature slammed the entire length of its cock deep inside of Mash's cunny, both of these actions making her eyes roll back and to let out a muffle shriek of bliss as she came. Her pussy clamped tightly around the cock buried deep inside of her, pleasure wracking her body as she convulsed, spraying love juices uncontrollably. The creature dug its hands underneath Mash and lifted her up, the balls of goo holding her down melting away as she was hoisted up. Instinctually to balance herself Mash grabbed onto the shoulders of the latex creature, her small legs wrapping around its waist. As soon as she did, her hands and legs sank into the flesh of the creature, keeping her stuck to the creature even more. First by the lips, and now by her hands and legs. Mash was left trapped there, forced to breathe only the noxious aphrodisiac fumes pumped into her lungs, pink hearts blossoming in her fuschia eyes, her soft short lilac hair plastered to her head as she sweated profusely from the mind shattering pleasure she was experiencing just from having a cock inside of her.

Then with Mash secured tightly, the creature began to thrust up, Mash bouncing on its giant cock helplessly. Not that she would have wanted help, her mind was too far gone now, she had been broken in one thrust already. Mash simply allowed herself to bounce mercilessly upon the giant latex cock that was stretching her small tight little cunny, her neurons fried from the pleasure overwhelming her. Her pussy was akin to a waterfall by this point, her juices spraying without end and her tiny delicate immature body trembling against the shiny latex skin of the creature she was fused to, her every squirm and convulsion adding wet squeaking sounds to the symphony of meaty slaps and tiny girly moans in the room. Koyanskaya was standing there, fingering herself mercilessly as she groped her chest harder, trying to pry her eyes away. There were still matters to take care of, but seeing little Mash getting her insides churned by a giant latex cock, the one that had finally shattered the mind of the last female servant of Chaldea. Koyanskaya bit her lip to hold back a moan, this entire scene was too much.

The latex creature grabbed Mash's small childish rear firmly, its rubbery fingers digging deep into the soft flesh as it used the hold to piston Mash up and down onto its shaft, rendering the servant-turned child into just a large human shaped fleshlight. Koyanskaya's gaze was fixed onto the thick cock that had been sliding seamlessly in and out of Mash's cunny, coated in a torrent of love juices as it dug in and spread her tight little passage, her every nerve being hammered as the cock slammed into her with vigour, all leading up to a climax from the creature itself. It grabbed Mash and pulled her down deep and blew a load inside deep inside of Mash, causing the girl to go slack as she passed out. Thick goopy pink cum flooded Mash's womb, filling it beyond capacity and making her belly begin to swell, which compressed against the creatures own plump round belly before the latex of the creature gave way and allowed Mash to further melt into its body. Mash hung there limply now, fused into the body of the latex creature, belly pumped full of cum. The creature was still painfully erect, its cock throbbing and buried deep inside the demi-servants cunny, and it began the cycle all over again as it slammed the human flesh-light onto its meat. Koyanskaya had seen enough, and mustered all of her will to rip her gaze away from perversity. She had to leave soon, this singularity was even getting to her, and she was the one who made it. Koyanskaya turned and began to walk when she came face to face with a latex creature that she bumped into, stumbling back before looking up at it.

This one was a new type, particularly large and more human like. It was exceedingly plump and curvaceous, a generous helping of meat on its body with a zipper down the front, a hole over its mouth revealing a more human sized mouth. The creature was largely more human shaped than the other latex creatures, just larger than even Koyanskaya. She stared at it indignantly, though felt arousal building at just the proximity of it. "Move now." Koyanskaya commanded it, doing her best to tune out the needy guttural moans behind her as Mash regained consciousness. Yet the creature didn't stir, just staring down at her. Whilst Koyanskaya was distracted, a strange creature flew in, looking like an oversized comical needle on wings. Before the vixen could react it soared down and stabbed itself into her pussy. She let out a howl of pleasure and pain as her sensitive flower released a burst of juices, before to her horror her pussy began to morph and seal itself up, the needle shifting and morphing into a pair of heavy balls and a large erect cock. Koyanskaya looked down at it in a mixture of horror and disgust, as well as a quickly growing arousal as she hesitantly went to grab it, pleasure immediately running to her core at just touching it, it was so sensitive. Koyanskaya was so fixated on touching her new appendage she hadn't noticed her body shrinking, her plump womanly curves sinking away as she was reduced to a small flat petite stature. It was only when Koyanskaya looked up and noticed just how much taller the creature was even now that it dawned on her, the absence of her pussy and her smaller stature...

"Y-you... you tuned me into a little boy!" she, or rather he, shouted now. Koyanskaya had been turned into a small girly looking boy with a large throbbing cock, he figured it had tapped into his subconscious, this singularity, to find some deep rooted hidden desire to be turned into this. Koyanaksaya refused to believe he even had such desires to be turned into a little boy and be the victim of this... this... what was that nice smell?

Koyanskaya gazed up and saw the creature before him slowly unzipping its body suit, and it was so sweaty inside. Steam practically pouring out in great puffs as the zipper was pulled down all the way, revealing a soaking wet pussy, a plump soft tummy, obscenely large stuffy breasts, her entire body was slick with sweat. Koyanskaya stared up, transfixed, his hands dropping away from his cock as he gazed with awe at the sight before him. The creature reached out and gently grasped onto Koyanskaya, pulling him close and lifting him up. His gaze travelled down to where his cock was now poking against her moist hole, his breathing hitching with anticipation as she slowly pulled him in. Koyanskaya winced at the new overwhelming pleasure as he was sucked into the tight swet pussy of this new creature, the woman now turned boy practically melting in the grasp of this new fiend. Deeper he was pulled in until he was pressed against the womans soft flesh, and holding him in place with one hand, the other expertly tucked his legs and arms around her body and pulled the sides of the suit around his body before slowly, every so slowly pulling the zipper up.

Koyanskaya gripped on tight, face smothered into the plump sweaty breasts as he gazed up with lidded eyes of lust. "Need to... get out... the s-singularity... it's... turning on... me... turning... turning me... on... please... make me c-cum..." Koyanskaya whimpered, his mind being eroded quickly. The agonizingly slow zipper being pulled up was forcing Koyanskaya tighter and tighter against the woman. A small part of his mind knew if this kept up he wouldn't be able to leave, and yet he did nothing as finally the zip was pulled up all the way, and the last bit of light disappeared. All Koyanskaya could feel was latex on his back and on his front profusely sweaty soft womanly flesh, his nose filled with the overbearing steamy scent of a woman, his cock hard and buried deep inside of her pussy. Just then Koyanskaya's last thoughts began to be scrubbed away as the woman's pussy began to massage the length of his cock, feeling as if numerous tiny but strong hands wedre stroking his shaft, squeezing and rubbing and pulling at it. Koyanskaya let out muffled moans, his face still trapped between the two giant pillowey breasts as his first of many orgasms was coaxed out of his new sensitive cock. He mewled and whined quietly as his cock was milked for the fresh hot cum inside, his fingers and toes clenching as he trembled and tried to thrust. Yet the tight snug fit of the woman's size and the bodysuit kept Koyanskaya immobilized entirely.

Content the creature turned and left, the visible outline of a young boy under her bodysuit squirming as Koyanskaya hung on the front of her body. The door had shut as Mash was left alone to her fate with her own latex creature which once again blew another giant load inside of Mash's delicate little child pussy, which was thoroughly abused now by the never ending sex. Her belly had swollen to great sizes, though this was obscured as she was still swallowed up by creature's goopy latex body. Not like it mattered to anyone at all anymore, for the singularity was beginning to close.

Outside the apartment room young girlish screams echoed throughout the apartment complex, the red mist thickening and turning into a sultry pink. All the female servants of Chaldea, reduced to little girls, fled as best they could from the many perverse monsters chasing them, yet one by one they were all caught, and soon the screams melted into a blissful chorus of sweet youthful moans. And just like that, Chaldea was broken.

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"So you're saying the singularity has disappeared?! With every female servant inside?!" Goredolf asked Holmes, slamming a fist onto the console below as a bead of sweat trickled down his brow. "I'm afraid so, as well as that attempts to resummon the servants have proved fruitless. They're still alive and something I haven't been able to identify yet is restricting us from accessing the throne of heroes. Our current situation is that a majority of our combative forces are gone and we can no longer track where they are. This is one instance where, and I hate to say it, the enemy has truly won." Holmes said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. He hated this, being out witted like this. But they had underestimated this minor singularity, and it took important targets quickly, too quickly for them to act. In truth this event only lasted days, the true number of servants being abducted wasn't known until it was too late.

"And there's nothing we can do now..." Goredolf continued, sighing himself as he dropped unceremoniously into a chair. "Correct, for now at least. We still have a formidable fighting force with the servants we do have, a rather substantial one. However our master..." Holmes trailed off, not wanting to dignify what had occurred with the former master of Chaldea. Goredolf however "-is a damn mess...". The two of them sat in silence before Holmes spoke up, "A replacement will be possible, and I dare say necessary if we still can't get through to him. We aren't out of it yet, but for now it's best we lay low and do what little we can. The servants we still have may be many and powerful, but losing the majority of our forces and with no one to command them. I worry some of the more unruly servants will grow out of control soon..." and Goredolf only managed a nod in acknowledgement, the entire thing weighing heavily.

"I guess all we can do is wait and see for now..." Goredolf said as he looked back at the various screens around him, all of which displayed the same message in sinister pulsing red text.

[Singularity Gone]