Chapter 5: The Final Act
The violet glow from the artifact pulsed weakly, like a dying heartbeat. Felicia watched it, a frown of concentration touching her lips. She looked from the spent, blank-faced men to the two women breathing raggedly on the stained rug. Peter’s eyes were screwed shut, a tear tracing a path through the sweat on her temple. MJ simply stared at the ceiling, a soft, vacant smile on her lips.
“Low battery,” Felicia muttered to herself, hefting the metal ring. “But we’ve got just enough for one more spectacular fuck-up.”
She aimed the fading energy at the three nude studs and the duplicate Peter. “Come here, toys.”
They obeyed, shuffling forward to stand in a loose cluster. The artifact whined, emitting a thin, high-pitched sound that made the light bulbs flicker. Tendrils of sickly energy, the color of a bruise, lashed out from the ring, wrapping around the four male forms. They didn’t struggle. They simply began to melt into one another.
It was a soundless, horrifying fusion. Muscle flowed into muscle like wet clay. The duplicate Peter’s back merged with the dark-haired stud’s chest. The bald stud’s side absorbed into the duplicate’s hip. Bones creaked and reshaped without a scream. Limbs multiplied, extra arms knitting themselves from ribcages and shoulders. The four heads blurred, features dissolving into a smooth, androgynous expanse above a monstrous, collossal torso.
When the light died, a single entity stood in the center of the living room.
It was eight feet tall, a pillar of dense, corded muscle with skin that shone with a weird, oily sheen. Four powerfully built arms hung from its shoulders and sides, each ending in large, purposeful hands. Below its waist, three fully erect cocks jutted from a thickened mound—each a different shade and thickness, one noticeably larger than the others, veins bulging obscenely.
Its face was a smooth, blank oval with no eyes, no mouth, only the suggestion of indentations. It radiated a mindless, oppressive hunger.
“Perfect,” Felicia breathed, her own arousal a sharp scent in the air. “Now. Let’s not waste it.”
Peter had forced her eyes open at the sound of the transformation. The sight of the creature, of the three thick cocks, triggered the spell instantly. Her intellect drowned in a rising tide of dopey, needy lust. Her mouth fell open, a thread of saliva connecting her lips. Arousal, fresh and soaking, leaked onto her thighs.
MJ, already in her bimbo state, clapped her hands softly. “Ooh, big,” she giggled.
The creature took a heavy step forward, the floorboard groaning. Felicia pointed a commanding finger. “The redhead first. Get her ready for all of them.”
Two of the creature’s hands shot out, grabbing MJ under her arms and lifting her as if she weighed nothing. It turned her, bending her over the arm of the worn leather couch, her ass presented high. One massive hand pinned the small of her back. Another spread her cheeks wide.
The largest of the three cocks, the monstrous one, nudged against her dripping entrance. MJ pushed back against it, mewling. “Please, yes, give it to me…”
The creature drove forward.
MJ’s shriek was one of pure, stretched ecstasy. The cock was too big, punching into her with a brutal, widening force. Her body convulsed around the intrusion, but the creature held her immobile, sinking inch by impossible inch until its hips met her flesh. She was impaled, speared, her cunt stretched into a tight, quivering ring around the invading shaft.
“Fuck, yeah,” Felicia whispered, biting her knuckle.
The creature began to move, a slow, devastating withdrawal and thrust that made MJ’s whole body jolt. It was a mechanical, pistoning motion. Then, one of its free hands positioned the second cock, the middle one, against MJ’s other hole.
“No, wait—!” MJ’s cry was cut off as the creature pressed inward.
It was a tighter fit, a slower, more brutal conquest. Peter, through her lust-hazed eyes, watched it disappear into his wife, stretching her obscenely in two places at once. MJ’s screams turned into guttural, breathless grunts, her eyes rolling back in her head as she was completely filled, double-stuffed by the monstrous being.
The creature established a rhythm, the two cocks plunging into MJ in alternating, deep strokes, sliding in the shared, slick heat. The sound was wet, fleshy, relentless.
Felicia then turned her attention to Peter. “Your turn, sweetie. Can’t let you feel left out.”
Peter was already crawling forward, her compulsion drawing her toward the sight of the one remaining cock, the third one, which jutted angrily from the creature’s form, bouncing with its movements. She didn’t think. She wanted it.
“On your back,” Felicia ordered. “Underneath.”
Peter obeyed, scrambling on the rug until she was lying directly beneath where MJ was being ravished on the couch arm. From here, she could see everything—the glistening lengths of the cocks plunging into MJ, the way her body was deformed with each thrust. The sight locked her in the bimbo state, a willing, eager participant.
The creature needed no further instruction. One of its lower hands reached down, grabbing Peter by the waist and yanking her closer, sliding her across the floor until her head was right under MJ’s dangling, trembling form. The third cock hovered above Peter’s face.
She opened her mouth, tongue out, a mindless invitation.
It fed the cock into her mouth, not slowly. The head bumped the back of her throat, and she gagged, tears springing to her eyes. It pushed past, into her gullet, a thick, suffocating invasion. It began to fuck her face in time with the other two cocks fucking MJ’s body, a synchronized, brutal metronome.
Peter’s world narrowed to choke-gasp-breath and the taste of salt and pre-cum. Spit dripped down her chin. Her own hands flew between her legs, fingers frantically working her clit, spurred on by the crude, overwhelming violation. She was a toy, a sheath, a hole.
The creature was a machine of pure fuck. Its pace increased, the couch squeaking violently in protest, MJ’s cries becoming a continuous, shattered wail. The force of the thrusts into MJ jostled her body, which in turn made the cock in Peter’s mouth drive even deeper.
Felicia watched, one hand pinching her own nipple through the suit, the other working in frantic circles between her legs. “That’s it… take it… you’re just holes now… fucking useful holes…”
The creature’s smooth face tilted upward. A low, seismic groan vibrated through its entire massive frame. It was coming.
The thrusts became short, savage, juddering punches. MJ felt the two cocks inside her swell, pulse, and then erupt. Twin floods of hot release filled her, one stream bursting deep in her womb, the other flooding her bowels, a shocking internal heat that made her back arch wildly.
At the same moment, the cock in Peter’s throat swelled. She tried to pull back, to breathe, but the hand on her head held her fast. The first spurt hit the back of her throat, hot and bitter. She swallowed convulsively, gagging. The second, third, fourth shots followed, painting her esophagus, until semen spilled from her nostrils and leaked out around the sides of her stuffed mouth.
The creature held them there, locked in its climax, for three long, shuddering moments before the cocks began to soften. It pulled out of MJ with a slick, sloppy sound, then withdrew from Peter’s mouth.
It stepped back, leaving the two women utterly wrecked.
MJ slumped over the couch arm, a torrent of cum immediately gushing from her filled holes, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor—and onto Peter’s face below. Peter rolled onto her side, coughing, vomiting a stream of white onto the rug, her body spasming with the aftershocks of a forced, degrading orgasm.