Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

99. By the Goddess' Will

By the Goddess' Will

xhentai203

Summary:

Before the Brother Gods, there was the Mother Goddess. The creator of a lush beautiful world, filled with life, a place that her children could flourish in without worry. So of course it was destroyed by her sons petty squabbling. Jaune Arc doesn't know anything about that, just that his family is really good at making kids, and that the men in his family don't exactly remain entirely men by the time they hit their mid-twenties. As far as he knows, it's just a weird genetic quirk of his family. Unfortunately for him, his life is about to be thrown into chaos. Fortunately for him, he'll be fully equipped to handle it.

(Takes place just before the Beacon dance and will continue from there.)

Chapter 1: A Morning to Remember

Notes:

This is my first time posting to this site after a long time of deliberating whether I should. This story is unabashedly horny and fetish heavy, although don't worry it won't have stuff like Guro, Scat or anything like that. There might be stuff like Ear Fucking or All the way through, but I'll provide ample warning for chapters including that for those that don't like that kind of stuff. For those of you worried about the cuckolding tag, it'll mostly be for Adam Taurus because as much as I think he was wasted in the show, it's just too much fun to fuck with him because of his canon personality.

Once again, this shit is gonna get a little weird, although considering this is AO3, I really don't know what you'd consider weird.

Hope you like it either way.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The morning for team JNPR had started off the same as usual, with a slow awakening and a feeling of relief once they realized that it was the weekend. Ren was using his morning to meditate and prepare his 'health drinks' for the team. Nora was busy working out, enjoying the sounds of metal weights and the sounds of exertion around her. Pyrrha unfortunately had to head to Vale for a meeting with a sponsor about the upcoming Vytal Festival. So Jaune was left alone, able to sleep in without the loud alarm known as Nora waking him for school.

When his eyes cracked open, the time on his scroll read a solid 11 AM, more than late enough to make up for the late gaming session he'd had with Ruby the night before. For him, it was time for a lazy Saturday, filled with snacks and video games. With his team, it was rare for such a thing to happen, what with his rigorous training with Pyrrha and Nora being Nora, he barely got any time to himself.

So with a quick trip to the bathroom to take care of his morning routine, he thought that it would be like any other day. It wasn't until his boxers came off that he'd realize that something was wrong. Jaune knew that he lacked in many ways, but there was always one place that he'd held pride in.

He was packing heat, and not in the way that Ruby probably would have preferred. Eight inches long and as nearly as thick as a can of soda, he put many of the other male students to shame. So seeing his cock at that size shouldn't have been a surprise to him. What was a surprise was that he wasn't hard yet.

He stared down at it, his mouth hanging open slightly at the sheer weight of his manhood. He even had to stand with a slightly wider stance, and with a quick glance in the mirror he saw why. His balls had swollen to the size of kiwis, hanging slightly lower than before thanks to their weight.

The sight of his own changed manhood sent a throbbing pleasure through his body, forcing him to lean against the wall as he looked down at his engorging manhood. Inch after inch seemed to pour out of him, his cock surging in size as thick veins started crossing over it. Pre-cum oozed from the tip, before being forced out by a much thicker shot, the clear fluid hitting the sink with heavy and wet slaps.

Jaune had to clench his eyes shut and let out a moan, his hips bucking slightly as his body felt like it was dedicating everything to his cock. When the pleasure subsided, he looked down and couldn't help but to stare at what his cock had become.

It had doubled from its soft state, sixteen inches of meat jutted out from his body, now thicker than a soda can and crisscrossed with thick veins, his cock was like something out of a Mistralian doujin. His balls rivaled apples in size now, taut against the skin of his sac and ready to blow their payload into a willing partner.

Then the smell hit him, powerful enough to send a buzz through his mind before he realized what it was. His pre-cum stained the sink with a scent that announced his intent to breed any hole that dared to get close to him. He quickly turned on the hot water , grabbing some toilet paper and using it to clean up what wasn't washed down before flushing those as well.

The shower would have to wait, with the state he was in he wouldn't be able to take one without probably clogging the drain with his cum. He exited the room and pulled on his boxers, trying his hardest to adjust himself so that he could comfortably walk.

"Dad said it would be years before this kicked in." He whispered to himself, pulling his hoodie on and pouting when he felt how tight was starting to feel around his shoulders and his arms. "Damn...I really liked this hoodie too." Pulling his pants on was another ordeal, with him trying his best to hide his oversized manhood to no avail. Even the hem of his pants barely covered his ankles, showing the sudden growth wasn't limited to his cock.

He tried to ignore how sensitive his nipples were, or how his ass took up more room in his pants than they used to. It was harder to ignore his hair, now that he realized that it was longer than it had been the night before. With that he hurried out of the door, nearly bumping into Blake in the process.

He needed to get to the CCT, he needed to call his parents now.

The walk to the CCT wasn't completely without its setbacks. Faunus students would stop to sniff the air, ears standing at attention, or tails swaying from side to side eagerly. A second year student named Velvet whimpered and complained to her teammate that her heat was suddenly coming in, something he'd read that certain types of Faunus suffered from.

None of it compared to when he'd bumped into Ruby. She slammed into him, driving the air from his lips before his hands gripped her shoulders to steady her. Where she used to reach his neck before, her head only barely reached his chest now, the size difference really giving him a good idea on how much he'd grown.

"Jaune! I'm sorry I didn't see where I was going!" She cried out, looking up at him with an apologetic look. "I was just heading to Vale for some shopping and I...wasn't…" She trailed off, the hands gripping onto his hoodie tightening up a bit as she sniffed him. "Jaune, you smell...good~" She cooed, pressing her face into his stomach and inhaling his scent.

He was frozen in place, panic gripping him as he tried to push her off. Instead she pushed her face deeper into his stomach, her hands wrapping around his waist to breathe in more of his scent. It set her body ablaze, forcing quiet moans and high pitched mewling from her lips. She didn't stop the drool that ran down her lips, or the happy and shuddering sigh that she let out when she opened her mouth to let her tongue flop out of it.

The moan that was forced out of her as she dragged her tongue across his exposed abs sent a lightning bolt up his spine, the sound unlike anything the normally innocent Ruby had ever made. Her hands gripped his hips, holding him in place as she licked between his much more defined abs, her hips bucking in the air as unknown desires burned into her virgin mind.

When she finally pulled away enough to look at him, she was drooling and breathing heavily. Her nipples were trying their best to punch through her shirt, and he could swear that one of her eyes had turned into a bright glowing silver heart.

It only took a moment for the look of unbridled lust to turn into one of shame, her eyes returning to normal as she realized what she'd just done to her first friend at Beacon.

"OhgoshI'msorryIdon'tknowwhyIdidthat!" She cried, wiping the drool from her lips before she pulled her hood over her head to cover up her burning face. Her thighs were squeezed together, and tiny whines and moans kept leaving her lips as she fought with the desires that had made themselves known.

She needed to see her sister, she needed someone to talk to about these feelings that she hadn't felt before. She spun around, disappearing quickly in a burst of speed and roses, crying out "I'MGONNAGONOWBYE!" before she was gone.

Jaune was still locked in place, although his panic had been replaced with a hard and throbbing need for release. His mind raced with images of Ruby on her knees, letting out the same lewd noises she'd been making while she worshiped his cock, her cute face turned into a lustful caricature of the girl he called his best friend.

He moved quickly, guilt burning through him even as his body demanded that he find a nice hot hole to fill up. When he got to the CCT he asked for a private room, not waiting another moment before he was inside and locking the door behind him. He plopped into the chair, letting out an irritated groan at how small it felt now as he punched in the number for his father's scroll.

When the picture came up, he got a face-full of his mother's cleavage, the woman struggling to put the scroll into a dock as she called for his father to come in. He tried not to stare, but eight children and a lot of 'loving' from his father had given her a figure that put many women to shame. She had a gentle face, her bright purple eyes soothing him despite the worry that was in them.

Of course, her eyes were the last things that most people noticed when they met his mother. What most people noticed were the melon sized breasts that did their best to tear apart any outfit she wore. Her waist wasn't slim and trim like most huntresses, she had a soft layer of fat that gave her a pleasant roundness to her stomach. Her hips went beyond child-bearing, spreading out wider than her shoulders to provide a strong foundation for an ass he was embarrassed to admit to staring at multiple times in his life.

To most people it would have been obscene, but that would be if his father didn't exist. Of course, most people probably didn't think "father" when they looked at his dad.

An Amazonian woman suddenly entered the screen, falling into her seat next to his mother before pulling her close. Her own breasts were quite large, equalling his mother in size, although she went in the opposite direction otherwise. Her body was muscular, dense with muscle that would have put even the bulkiest of huntsmen to shame. She was broad shouldered and even her waist was thick with muscle, her hips were not nearly as wide as his mothers, but they still provided a good foundation for her thick thighs and what had been affectionately called by his mother as "the comfiest pillow she'd ever had." One would have never considered that she was his genetic father, if not for the dense bulge that pushed out against the crotch of her pants.

Nicole and Juniper Arc, his parents and the two most powerful Huntresses in their town. Sure his mother certainly looked the part of a loving, if overly fertile mother, but he'd witnessed her slaughter enough Grimm to know that she was far more than that.

"Jaune! Oh my sweet little rabbit, are you alright? You didn't explain much in your message, just that we needed to talk!" His mother's voice was like silk, gentle and melodic, enough to calm him just a little bit.

"Goodness, you've done some growing since we last talked!" His father's voice was more boisterous and slightly deeper, although decidedly feminine. "Looking to beat your old man? Well you're a little lacking up top to beat me~" She teased, slapping one of her huge tits with a grin, mesmerizing her son from how they jiggled.

He couldn't let himself get distracted though, so he just said what he could to get them to take things more seriously. "It's happening."

With those words he watched his father blink a few times, slight confusion crossing her face before she shot forward, disbelief on her face at the news. "What? Already? That shouldn't happen for another few years!" She cried out, standing up and pacing around while his mother took over.

"Are you sure Jaune? You've certainly grown since last week, but it could just be a sudden growth spurt! Nicki went through them before the Mother's blessings began to show.." She said softly, trying her best to keep the news from overwhelming her.

"I-I wish that was it mom, but this didn't happen over the last week, it happened over last night !" he said, trying his best not to panic "I was growing on the way over here!" He pulled his hoodie off, barely saving it as his shirt began to split at the seams, looking more like a second skin against his newly broadened body. "I'm still growing now!"

"Oh wow…" He was surprised by the sound of his mother's awe, her eyes looking him over with a very obvious stiffening of her nipples. She visibly shuddered, her eyes closing for a moment before she regained her composure. "N-Not even your father grew so quickly. You look like she did before the Mother's blessings fully took root."

"Goddess above Jaune, this was overnight?" His father said, coming back into the shot before sitting again, looking at him with awe in her eyes. "Are there any other signs?" She asked softly, her usual playful demeanor disappearing and being replaced by one of concern.

"S-Scent." He said softly "My best friend bumped into me and lost it. The only reason she didn't jump me was because she decided to run away." He blushed harder for the next part, remembering what she'd told him about her own experiences when her transformation began. "My...my pre-cum is really thick, and it smells really goo-" His face burned even brighter at his slip up, the chuckle of his father only making it worse. "Strongly...I meant strongly…"

"It's fine Jaune, it's embarrassing but it's the gift that our Mother has given the men in our family." She said softly, her own eyes looking at Jaune's barely contained manhood, taking a deep breath and shoving down her own lusts for her son's sake. "We're to spread our Mother's love, to ensure that humanity will never disappear. Her gift to make up for her idiot sons."

"You'll have to go see Glynda." His mother interjected, reaching over to squeeze her husband's thigh." S-She's the one that helped your father. She'll know what to do."

"W-What about you two?" He asked, nervous about asking the stern teacher for help with something so scandalous. "S-She's not like she was when you guys were younger."

"Well you'll have to give up being a huntsman and become a full-time breeder. I'll have to call Saffron and Terra back, they were so excited for you to give Adrian a little sister~" His father joked, trying her best to calm him with a bit of playfulness.

They both gasped though when Jaune let out a sudden shuddering moan, stiffening up in the seat as loud cracking filled the booth. Jaunes hips shoved outward, his breathing coming out heavily as his lower body suddenly took on a definitely feminine shape. The chair got tighter as his ass filled out, rivaling the famous Bellabooty in size before his legs began to fill out. A thick rope of precum fired down his pants leg shooting through the denim of his jeans and covering the floor with his fluids.

Muscle bulged out across his body, his clothes barely keeping him covered as his body suddenly rivaled and then surpassed Cardin's in musculature. When the sudden growth spurt was over, his lower body was shaped like his father's, shapely and thick with muscle, but with enough fat to make any woman jealous of the absolute thiccness that he now had. His upper body was more like a bodybuilders, broad and thick with muscle; he looked like someone had taken a Captain Atlas doll and shoved the top half onto a figma from a particularly fetishistic Mistralian hentai.

Despite the pleasure the changes brought, he let out a fearful whimper as he dragged his attention back to the screen, watching as his father threw things into two large luggage bags. His mother held her hands to her lips, tears filling her eyes before she spoke.

"Oh my poor baby!" She cried, looking as if she wanted to reach through the screen to comfort him. "We're going to be there tomorrow, in the meantime go see your godmother. She'll be able to help you understand what's happening." She said, although he couldn't help but notice how her eyes drifted between his legs.

She gulped and shook her head a bit, giving him that motherly smile that always calmed him down. "We'll get you through this, my brave little soldier."

"Hey! On the bright side!" His father called, slightly muffled by the distance from the scroll "You'll be the sexiest stud in school, and the sexiest huntress in Beacon!" She said, rushing out of the door with a cry of 'Umbra! You're in charge until we get back!'

"We love you Jaune. We'll be there as fast as we can." She said, giving him one last smile before the call cut off.

Jaune stayed in the chair for a few moments, trying his best to pull himself together before he stood up. His clothes all groaned in protest, the button on his jeans popping off while his belt barely kept them on. He struggled to pull off his lucky hoodie, using it to wrap around his waist and hide his new lower body and the absolutely obscene bulge that threatened to break through the teeth of his jeans.

He looked down at the precum on the ground, his mouth watering again before he threw open the door to begin the run to Glynda's office.

He hadn't even noticed how long his hair had gotten during his change, but he did know one thing. Now he knew why Pyrrha always had her hair up. It was a pain in the ass trying to run with it getting in his eyes.

Unlike what most people would think, the Vytal Festival was actually a very relaxing time for Glynda Goodwitch. Classes were lessened due to the focus on physical training for the tournament, paperwork was down as well, and with chaperones and assistance from the other schools keeping the students in check was relatively easy.

Her days were mostly filled with making sure that things went smoothly, along with the secret war that Ozpin and his allies had been fighting. Thankfully, it seemed that although there were some rumblings in the old ruins of Mountain Glenn, things were relatively calm on that front.

Of course, team RWBY was the exception, constantly getting into trouble or dragging other teams into their shenanigans. From food fights to massive fights on freeways, their troubles never seemed to end. It didn't help that Ozpin unofficially sanctioned some of their actions. She was thankful that team JNPR was only dragged into their less dangerous actions, considering her precious godchild was on that team.

She'd nearly murdered Ozpin when he accepted the obviously false transcripts, going directly against the wishes of both his parents and herself. It wasn't that he wouldn't be strong enough, far from that. If he were anything like his father, Jaune would eventually grow strong enough to overtake even a full-fledged huntsmen by the end of their first year by sheer strength alone.

No, the reason they didn't want him to go was because of what had happened with Nicholas, now Nicole, when he had come to Beacon. They could not afford to lose an entire staff to maternity leave again, not like Nicholas' first year at Beacon. She was only thankful the blessing from the Mother Goddess hadn't appeared, or else they'd have lost an entire year of potential huntresses had the teachers not provided relief for him.

Glynda let out a sigh and leaned back in her seat, her hand gently resting on her flat belly. She'd been jealous as she watched the other teachers swell with life, her own body aching desperately for the day that the Mother would finally bless her with the gift of life. She'd hoped that Nicholas would be the one to finally reawaken the Mother Goddess, to bring her gift to the unknowing world, but it was for naught.

Despite his ancestors, and his rather promiscuous time before he'd met Juniper, Nicholas (turned Nicole by the time she'd met Juniper), became entirely monogamous. That didn't stop them from having a large family, seven daughters and a son was quite impressive, even if Nicole disappointed Glynda by not having multiple lovers to sire more children alongside Juniper.

She let out another sigh, although this one was more annoyed than jealous. "Juniper took to the blessings so well…it's a shame he doesn't have a harem of women like that." She grasped her face, annoyed at the rebellious nature of Nicole. "I thought you'd claim Terra as well, but no," her voice took on a mocking tone "'It's just a gift for my daughter!' Bah! In your grandfather's time he'd sired hundreds of children in a year! Even your father had fifteen wives!" She grumbled and reached into a draw producing a bottle of wine. "Those studs knew how to use our Mothers blessings…where did I go wrong?"

"Well, at least alcohol has gotten better over time. I can't believe what we used to drink…" She said with a sigh, popping the cork out of the bottle and pouring herself a glass. "Especially when the Mother's Milk finally ran out."

So of course, as she brought the glass to her lips there was a loud and desperate banging at her door.

She closed her eyes and let out a tired sigh, setting down the glass before straightening herself out. She needed to look professional, even if she wanted to strangle the person on the other side of the door. It was only a few short steps before she was in front of the door, taking a deep breath to calm herself before swinging the door open.

"There's no need to bang on my door, now what is it you…need…" She trailed off, a familiar, if infinitely stronger scent assaulting her nose. The only thing keeping her from collapsing and pushing her face into the absolutely delicious looking bulge just under her vision was the amount of experience she had dealing with such things.

"A-Aunty~" The desperate moan drew her eyes from the chiseled abs of the person in front of her up to his face, where she was suddenly struck by just how tall her godson had become. He'd been just above six feet tall the day before, but now he stood at what had to be over seven feet tall.

"Jaune?" Her voice came out in a whisper, looking him over in bewilderment. His clothes barely fit, stretched across an increased musculature and height, she thought he was just going through the changes his father had until she got to his waist.

His waist had pinched inward, giving him a very pear shaped body thanks to the proportions of his lower body. She felt her pussy grow moist at the sight of his bulge, the huge thing tearing the seams of his already strained pants. His huge balls looked uncomfortably tight in his jeans, being crushed not only by the denim, but also by the huge thighs that looked like they could crush a man's head.

Her own hips were woefully inadequate in comparison to her godson, and if the plushness of said hips was any indication, she was sure that his ass did the same. She would have inspected it herself if he didn't shove he was in, slamming the door behind him before leaning against it and bucking his hips.

With a grunt she hit the ground, annoyance punching through her worry until she heard the sound of denim being torn like it was paper. Looking up she was shut up by the sight of Jaune grunting like an animal as he stroked his massive twenty inch cock, thick ropes of precum splattering over the floor as his engorged balls twitched and clenched with an impending orgasm.

"W-Wait Jaune not here!" She cried, tried to get up and calm him down before he let out a loud, broken scream of pleasure. Glynda was mesmerized at the sight of his cantaloupe sized balls surging up until they were nearly shoving themselves back into his body. It happened over and over again, Jaune letting out desperate cries as his strokes sped up, his right hand turning into a blur as his left squeezed and rubbed his cockhead.

Her eyes widened when he let out a pained moan, his urethra bulging as thick cum finally started to force its way out of his body. She hadn't even noticed that her pussy was making a puddle under her body as she watched his cum slowly force its way up his massive shaft. The mouth of his cock looked like it was gasping, each clenching of his balls forcing more and more cum up his shaft.

When it finally burst from his cock, he let out another moan, pushing against the door and cracking it as fat and heavy ropes of cum fired out of his cock. Glynda let out a surprised gasp when the first rope slapped against her tits, filling her cleavage and forever staining the top she wore with his scent. The next hit her face, this time drawing a very un-Goodwitch like moan from her lips as his pudding thick seed flooded her nose and blinded her.

She let him cover her, her hands moving to her blouse before grasping each side of her boob window and tearing it open so he could cover her with his heavy seed. Every rope that entered her mouth filled it completely, forcing her to gulp multiple times to swallow the thick cum. She couldn't help herself, not when each rope took seconds to leave his cock, only to be replaced by another, even thicker rope.

The sounds that Jaune was making were broken sobs of pleasure, his fingers actually digging into the stone frame of the door from the strain of each shot of cum. His abs would clench, his balls would pull up tight towards his body, and his urethra gaped from the sheer size of his loads.

With each load, his voice grew higher in pitch, and his face would lose a bit of its more masculine features. With the clenching of his stomach, he never noticed the sensation of his belly filling up with something new, even as the sensation of something pushing through him began to fill his lower half. As that happened his waist pinched inward, exaggerating his pear-shaped body even more.

It didn't last long though, as his until now ignored chest finally joined in on the changes. He was surprised by the sudden pleasure in his chest as his nipples were suddenly forced up against his shirt, his flat chest surging to large c-cups nearly instantly. He pulled his hands from the doorframe and squeezed his rapidly growing tits, moaning happily as the filled up his hands quickly before overfilling them.

His chest flew through the alphabet before completely surpassing any size any normal woman could wear. They would have looked absurd on any other woman, but the massive beach ball sized tits looked right at home on her seven and a half foot frame. At the same time, the feeling of something pushing through him finished, and an entirely new sensation filled him.

Although, he really couldn't be called a 'him' anymore now.

Her pussy squirted along with her cock, her moans coming back full force as she had her first orgasm as her Goddess' chosen. She wanted to be filled by a big fat cock, she wanted a hole to fill, she wanted something in her mouth, she wanted to feel everything that her new body wanted!

Unfortunately for her, it was too much. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she slid down the door, her fat ass squishing into the absolutely absurd amount of cum that had collected below her. Her cock continued to leak slightly thinner loads of cum in a constant stream as she slept, the smell of her fluids poisoning the air around them.

It felt like hours before Glynda came back to her senses, even if it was only fifteen minutes. She was still covered in seed, her hands rubbing the still hot sludge into her skin as she looked at her beautiful godchild. Her clothes were ruined, either torn or so thoroughly desecrated by Jaune's seed that they wouldn't be useful for anything other than breaking sluts through the sheer smell of her cum alone.

"You're so beautiful Jaune…no…Joan~" She cooed, looking at the adorable face of her newly transformed goddaughter. Her hair as long and flowing, pooling around her (and soaking in the puddle below her), a bright golden sheen that put even Ms. Xiao Long's hair to shame. Her lips were plump and pouty, soft like pillows that Glynda desperately wanted to kiss. Her face was soft and round, innocent looking despite the Amazonian body and beastly cock she had.

If Joan were awake, she would have been mesmerized by the way Glynda's pupils quivered, visibly shaking before with audible pops they reshaped into glowing green hearts. She let out a moan, her entire body swelling outward as her most desperate wish finally came true. Her breasts swelled into g-cups, her hips pushed outwards and her lips plumped up ever so slightly. She was not ready yet, but with this she knew it was coming.

Her hand drifted to the skin just above her womb, licking her lips as a bright pink symbol began to form, glowing just under the ruined cloth of her blouse. It was a symbol of her devotion as the High Priestess to the Goddess of Life. The first of her children, and the protector of Her chosen children, the Arcs. She trailed her fingers over the lines, cooing as her womb ached and heated up exactly where she touched on the tattoo.

"Finally~" She cooed, pushing down on the tattoo and moaning loudly, squirting at once again feeling her own fertility. "She's coming, my Goddess is finally coming!~" She squirted again, her swollen breasts beginning to leak milk as the Goddess' blessing finally filled her once more.

It was another several minutes as she reveled in her regained power before she looked at Joan again, frowning at the wasted cum that was around them. "I have so much to teach you Joan." She said softly, standing up and licking her lips, considering licking all of the cum up before she shook her head. "Don't be greedy, Glynda."

With a snap of her finger, all of the fluids began to swirl into the air, growing into an increasingly large orb held just about the palm of Glynda's hand. "I'm sorry Joan, but I can't let this go to waste." She said, leaning down and pushing the orb around the tip of Joan's softening cock.

It was like a snake drinking water, the thick loads going back down into her goddaughter and filling up her balls once more. Joan let out soft moans, twitching whenever a particularly thick load got stuck before shoving back in. Glynda leaned forward and kissed her, their plump lips connecting easily so she could calm her down. She was surprised when the larger girl's tongue forced itself into her mouth, making her gag when her throat was bulged out by the thick muscle.

She endured it, happily spoiling her goddaughter even as her throat was thoroughly violated by Joan's tongue. She only pulled away when the orb was gone, leaving Joan's balls swollen again, but not nearly to the amount as before. With the Goddess' fully supporting her, Joan would never suffer it again, unless she wanted to.

Glynda stood up and snapped again, watching as the giant once known as Jaune floated up, following her as she walked towards her bedroom. "I have so much to teach you Joan…you're so much more than any of us could have thought~"

No longer did she need to pretend that she was a normal woman, held back by Aura's and Semblances, awful things created by the Brothers to hold back the Mother's children. With a wave of her hand the smells were gone, the door was repaired, and Joan was resting on a bed that had suddenly grown to match her giant size.

She leaned over her and kissed her forehead, her lusts forgotten for the moment as she pulled out her scroll. Searching for Ozpin's name she clicked it, her clothes reappearing on her and clinging like a second skin to her newly blessed frame.

"Why Glynda, it's nice to see you so…radiant…" She smiled when her employer trailed off, his glasses sliding down his nose as he looked at her with a dumbfounded expression. "No…"

"Yes Oz~" she cooed, her smile turning into a grin at the way he shuddered at her voice. "We just found the solution to all of our problems…would you like to be here to explain to Joan just exactly what she is?"

It was like decades of age dropped from Ozpin's face, a light shining in his eyes that hadn't been there for millennia as he stood up from his desk. "I'll be there in a moment, Glynda." His scroll cut off immediately after, but it was still enough time to hear the relief in her old friend's voice.

She set her scroll aside and snapped her fingers, covering up Joan in a larger version of her old clothes. It looked a bit silly on a woman of her size, especially the Pumpkin Pete hoodie, but Glynda couldn't help the maternal smile that crossed her lips. "Oh Joan…finally we'll bring an end to this ridiculous feud…finally we'll be free." She sat at Joan's side, gently stroking her fingers through her hair like when she'd been a young boy.

"Although…first I should probably figure out how to explain your new tits."

Notes:

Well, I hope that sets the tone for what this story is going to be like. I don't mind taking ideas on what characters would be into what fetishes, just know that I won't always take those suggestions. Once again I'll make sure to warn y'all about some more extreme things before the chapter even if I also add the tag. ex. All the way through or for those of you that know Jlullaby's work, Ear fucking (You can already guess who would be into that). I'll make sure to update the tags accordingly whenever something new comes up.

Also to get some confusion out of the way, the Arc men always turn into futanari at some point in their lives. So although Joan refers to her dad with female pronouns, she'll still use terms like father and dad to refer to Nicole.

If you need a visual aid for what Joan looks like, look up Barghest from the FGO series, and try to find a picture of her with way bigger tits than she actually has in game. Either that or Annon's Bimbo version of Jaune. Joan would be a mix of the 2.0 and 3.0 version of their art, along with having more clothes. Oh, and don't forget the giant dick.

I would commission art of Joan's appearance, but I'm too poor for that.

Anyway, thanks for reading. I'll try to update as often as I can, but work is a bitch and half to deal with. Like I said, I'm new to writing on this site, so if you think there's tags that should be here that aren't, don't be afraid to say so.

Chapter 2: The History of the World

Summary:

An explanation, and an accidental discovery.

Notes:

This is a pretty exposition heavy chapter, but I tried to sprinkle in some fun to break up the monotony. I probably should have written down a more cohesive history before I wrote this chapter, but let's be honest, it's just a vehicle for porn anyway.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Sleep was a beautiful thing, a respite from the world and a shield against all that ails you. Jaune would have preferred to stay asleep, because as weird as his dream had been, it was definitely one of the hottest he'd ever had. The ending was a little fuzzy, and looking like a mis-matched childs toy had been a bit odd, but covering his godmother Glynda had certainly been a guilty pleasure to witness.

Thankfully though, he wouldn't have to deal with a uselessly huge cock or tits big enough to suffocate an ursa major. Sure he had fantasized about being bigger than his father when the changes finally came, but he really wanted to enjoy being a guy for a little while longer. The powerful throbbing between his legs definitely reminded him of that.

The gentle humming and the sensation of someone stroking his cheek was new, but that didn't stop him from letting out a pleased hum as he leaned into the soft hand. The sight of Glynda as he opened his eyes was a surprise, as was the loving smile she gave him. He hadn't seen that smile since he was a child. He was happy to see it again, the cold and stern attitude she'd been giving him since he got to Beacon had hurt him more than he'd expected.

"Good afternoon sweety~" She cooed, leaning down to give him what he expected to be a kiss on the forehead. Instead he felt her lips connect with his, forcing a surprised yelp from him even as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. His yelp melted into a moan, pushing back against her and pushing back with his own tongue.

He was once again caught off guard when his tongue filled her mouth, and forced its way into her throat, drawing a gag and an unashamedly slutty moan from his godmother. He pulled away quickly then, only to realize another thing that was most definitely wrong.

He towered over her, the hand that he'd used to push her back easily covering her shoulder. His arm was equally huge, corded with thick muscle that he'd wished for back at the beginning of the year. What really took his attention as he looked up his arm, was the brand new additions to his chest.

Poor Pumpkin Pete was stretched out horribly across the biggest pair of tits that Jaune had seen on any woman, including his own mother. Except they were on his chest, and it was right at that moment that Jaune realized that his dream wasn't really a dream at all.

"W-What happened to meeee~ooooooh~" He'd made the apparently terrible mistake of grabbing his brand new breasts, his question morphing into a cry of deep pleasure as he mauled the huge orbs. He squished the huge things closer to his chest before instinctively tugging on his nipples and drawing another low groan of unbridled lust.

Milk sprayed through the cloth of his shirt and hoodie, drawing a laugh from Glynda as the milk sprayed through where Pumpkin Pete's eyes had been stretched over his engorged nipples. Once again he was lost in his own mind, staring down at his own breasts and how his milk shot through the cloth in a wide spray, soaking his clothes again with the sweet smelling liquid.

As funny as it was to watch him maul his own tits, she had to put a stop to it. Standing from the side of the bed she grabbed Jaune's hands and pulled them away, her own arms bulging with muscle as she held the lust-addled teen down until he calmed down.

When he finally calmed down he was breathing heavily, moaning occasionally before he looked at his godmother. "I-It wasn't a dream?" He asked softly, his melodic voice causing him to pause before speaking again. "W-What's happening to me?"

Glynda smiled again, finally letting him go before she pulled away with a wave of her hand. All of the milk once again flowed into an orb just above her palm. Although the grapefruit sized orb was smaller than the cum she'd forced back into Juane's body, she still licked her lips before pushing the orb into them.

She made a show of swallowing it slowly, letting out pleased moans and lavishing in Jaune's attention as her own nipples pushed against her blouse. With the white orb completely gone she let out a content sigh, her breasts swelling up to what had to be an H-cup, the flesh of her cleavage pushing up slightly through her boob window.

The moan she let out was both one of rapturous pleasure, her eyes closing from the familiar, and long though lost, taste of the Mother's milk. "Oh how I've waited to taste it once more~"

With that, Jaune finally noticed the changes to his godmother's body. She stood easily above his original height of six foot one, even without heels. Her hips were wide and shapely, the muscle of her thighs showing through the skin tight cloth of her skirt. Her calves were no different, corded with muscle and completing the picture of strength that she gave off.

She noticed his lewd gaze and smiled, slowly turning and giving him a view of the huge globes of her ass. Her hands gently pulled up from under her cheeks, giggling before letting it go so her cheeks would jiggle within the constraining skirt that she wore. The throbbing between his legs was only growing stronger, now joined by a tingling behind his churning balls.

"Are you enjoying the show Joan?" She asked, turning back to face him and slowly sliding her hands up her body, slowing over her belly, where a faint pink glow shined through her blouse. Her hands eventually grasped the underside of her breasts before she hefted them up, letting them drop again before she repeated the action. "I won't be the only one doing this for you soon Joan…there's so much to teach you~"

"Wait, Joan?" Jaune wrinkled his brow before chuckling "Aunty you know my name's not Joan it's…it's…" Thinking of his old name caused a feeling of unease, of feeling smaller than he was. He thought of his old body and felt sadness, not sadness at the loss of his old body, but sadness that he'd ever been as incomplete as he was. He looked down again, arousal once again spiking at the sight of his gigantic breasts.

Glynda stopped her hands and smiled, gently moving to sit next to him again before kissing his cheek. "Nicholas went through the same thing when he went through his transformation." She said softly "Take your time to process it Joan. Your old life is not something to be embarrassed by, it too is a gift from the Goddess." She snapped her fingers, and it was like a mirror formed in front of them, letting him see his full form.

His eyes widened at the sight he saw in the mirror, realizing just how much he dwarfed his godmother in size. He was easily inches taller than even Yatsuhashi, and much to his surprise, even more muscular. With tits the size of beach balls she would have to see what her waist looked like later, but she could easily tell that her hips were wide enough that she could probably hip check an Alpha Beowolf and come out on top.

The bulge between his legs was definitely his most impressive feature. His balls took up a large amount of space between his thighs, visibly bulging out the denim in the crotch. His shaft was shoved down one of his pant legs, the foot long slab putting nearly every man alive to shame. A heavy throb pulsed through him when he realized that he was still soft.

Staring at himself his hands roamed, watching his reflection as the amazon in the mirror copied his actions. His breathing grew heavier, his blue eyes glowing ever so slightly as what happened to him really started to sink in. When it finally clicked she let out a moan, her eyes closing as she tensed up. Her aura flared, the bright white slowly beginning to change into a golden shine.

Glynda's smile turned into one of serene worship, gently turning Joan's face and kissing her deeply. The energy that filled her was just like when the Goddess walked among her children, warm and loving, while still filled with the lust and hunger that her Goddess had for the pleasures that humanity could give her.

When she pulled away, Joan opened her eyes to look at her godmother. Her blue eyes now had golden specks spread throughout, and her pupils had turned into a bright glowing gold color. "Joan…Joan is who I am now." She said softly, sitting up and looking down at herself. "So the Goddess is real?"

"As real as you and me, Ms. Arc."

Joan jumped, the weight of her body shattering the frame and bringing it crashing down onto the carpeted floor. Any arousal she had was lost by the surprise arrival of Headmaster Ozpin.

"Really Oz, must you be so dramatic?" Glynda said with a smile, looking down at her employer from over her enhanced bust.

Ozpin chuckled and placed his hands on his cane, looking over the two women with a gaze that seemed hopeful. "The Goddess has chosen her vessel, I believe I am allowed some dramatics. Ms. Arc, I know this is all very sudden, but Glynda and I must speak with you about something very important."

"Oh," She chuckled, nervously rubbing the back of her head despite her massive size in comparison to the much smaller man. "Well, yeah I figured. Go ahead, lay it on me professors."

Ozpin smiled, while Glynda let out a sigh while Ozpin took a seat. "Tell me Ms. Arc," His smile grew, and Glynda let out another, even more exasperated sigh.

"What is your favorite fairy tale?"

She snapped her fingers and the wine she'd been ready to drink earlier appeared in her hand. "Gods damn it Oz…"

She was going to do it, she was going to stop being a coward. Yang was right, she needed to calm down and think things through. Most of all though, her story about how she'd nearly gotten her sister Ruby killed had reminded her of her own separation from her parents.

'Well no longer! Blake Belladonna is done running away!'

It was only a short walk to the CCT, and with her previously bad mood, and the fact that she looked like a woman on a mission, most people got out of her way. 'Almost a year without even a text, what is wrong with me? I'm such an idiot!' She berated herself the entire way, annoyed that she could abandon her parents for a boy! Sure, she said it was for the cause, and it was definitely the majority reason, but she'd always been weak to bad boys, and Adam fit that to a tee.

With the CCT looming over her, she hesitated for a moment before forcing herself to move forward. She quickly ordered a private room, slammed the door shut, and locked it. She pulled out her scroll, looking at it for a moment before taking a deep breath.

'You can do this, just put the scroll in the dock. You'll call your parents and then you'll…' Her hand reached out with the scroll, but her mind suddenly started to drift, so she took another deep breath to steel herself. 'You'll talk to them…gonna…' She took another deep breath, and then another. Her nipples stood at attention, and her breathing grew quicker as her core started to burn, and burn, and burn.

"Just…gotta put the scroll…" She reached out, the scroll just about to reach the dock. One more breath, it was all she needed. She took a deep breath, through her nose this time, and lifted up her scroll so she could-

Promptly drop it before letting out a mewling moan as the most vile and somehow heavenly smell ravaged her poor faunus senses. Her hands grabbed the desk to hold herself up, moaning as orgasm after orgasm tore through her body. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head before she collapsed, falling to her knees and flopping over face first.

Unfortunately for her, she fell face first into a thick puddle of precum left behind by its previous occupant. She didn't even realize it as she took yet another deep breath, the hot liquid burning as it shot up her nose.

She saw stars as Joan's precum burned her sinuses, her tongue flopping out as her brain told her to get as much of the potent drug she'd just snorted into her body. She started purring and meowing, debasing herself as she lapped up the thick and hot ambrosia that she'd discovered in the private stall.

She didn't notice her tongue growing longer to lap up her mystery lover's precum. She didn't notice the meows and soft 'Nya~'s that she would have let out normally. If she'd been in her right mind, she definitely would have noticed the black tail that was wrapping around her own leg as she searched for more of the holy liquid she'd discovered.

"So wait," Joan looked exasperated at Ozpin's story. "You're telling me that we're stuck in a never ending war with the Grimm because of a lovers quarrel?"

Ozpin at least had the presence of mind to look embarrassed about it. "Well not entirely. The Grimm would have been a problem either way…" He sighed "All right, it was not my brightest moment. I was a warrior, not a scholar! I had all of my stats in intelligence and strength, not wisdom!"

Joan ignored the RPG comparison and let out an annoyed groan "Ok, I can't blame you entirely. It sounds like Salem didn't really help either. So where do I fit into this? You keep referring to me as a vessel to the Goddess, first of all, the Goddess is real?"

"Once again, yes." This time it was Glynda that spoke, setting aside her glass and looking at Joan. "She is actually older than the Brothers, and is in fact their mother. I was the first of Her disciples, and also the first woman she ever created."

Joan stared at her for a moment before her jaw dropped. "W-Wait! How old are you?" He asked, earning a chuckle from Glynda, and a good-natured bout of laughter from Ozpin.

"Older than Oz, that's for sure. The Brothers were rather thorough in removing their Mother's influence on the world, but they couldn't remove it entirely. Your family, the Arcs, were Her chosen. Your purpose was to ensure humanity's survival in the case of Her disappearance, or Her children's idiocy. My role was to be High Priestess of Her faith, spreading her word and influence throughout it." She looked proud at being assigned such a title, although her pride quickly disappeared.

"Unfortunately, the Brothers were more thorough than I'd thought. The Arcs only survived thanks to the Goddess using her full power to shield them from the petty fury of her Sons. Only Salem was left other than us, and if I'd known at the time I would have welcomed her into the family. If only so she would not suffer the millennia of solitude that eventually drove her mad." Ozpin gently touched her shoulder, giving her a moment to calm herself as he continued the story.

"The Great War brought me to your hometown in search of assistance from your family. The Arcs had been invaluable before. I'd promised Glynda never to seek out their village, but times were desperate. Naturally, what I found was…far beyond what I was expecting." Ozpin actually blushed, closing his eyes and resting his head on his cane.

"He caught your grandparents fucking like wild animals while I watched." Glynda said with a smile, the memory helping to relieve her guilt. "Orleans was very well hidden before that, with only the Arc men traveling out before they reached their full maturation. Naturally, it would be hard to hide the…unique properties of Arc men afterwards. The War was beginning to encroach on the safety of Orleans, so I, along with your grandfather Azalea Arc, assisted the King of Vale in defeating Mistral and Mantle. Afterwards, I agreed to become a teacher for Beacon under various names, due to the Arc's insistence that they help to protect the world."

"As to where you fit in, in all of this Joan-" Glynda smiled gently, looking at her goddaughter's beautiful eyes. "You can return the world to how it was meant to be. With a world full of Her love, the Grimm will reduce in numbers and strength. The Goddess Herself cannot manifest in the world just yet, but she told me that someday she would grant one of the descendants of the Arcs her power."

Joan stared at her for a moment before she looked in the floating mirror again, finally noticing the unnatural hues and glowing of her eyes. "So…I'm basically-"

"The Goddess Herself, yes." Ozpin said softly, standing up and moving over to her. He rested his hand gently on her head, patting it and suddenly looking centuries older. "It is a massive burden to be placed on a teen's shoulders, although at the very least, it will be more entertaining of a process than the countless years I've spent in my mission."

He moved back to the door and opened it, looking back to Joan with a small smile "Glynda will inform you of the rest. I must return to my duties. Until you are at full power Ms. Arc, our fight must continue." His playful demeanor returned just before the door closed "And please Ms. Arc, leave some huntresses for me to use. I can't afford to lose all of them in the fight against the Grimm."

His laugh echoed down the hall even as Joan blushed so hard Glynda thought she might burst into flame. She stood up then, a wave dismissing the mirror before she moved to the door to open it again. "For now though, you'll have to return to your dorm. How you explain this situation is up to you. You can tell them the truth, make up a story that will inevitably fail once you realize what you're capable of or-"

Joan was already following her out of the door, although she had to duck to get through the door frame. "Or?"

"Or~" She cooed, "You can do to your team what you did to me a minute ago~" She cooed, earning a surprised look from her goddaughter. She immediately flew into a tirade about how she couldn't do that, that they trusted her, but Glynda couldn't help herself as she gently pushed her out into the hallway, although not before grabbing Joan's now massive, throbbing, and most importantly rock hard cock.

"Then find someone to use, to turn into your first acolyte." She looked down the hall, a widening of the eyes and an eager grin spreading across her lips. "In fact…I'm sure a certain someone would be more than willing to help." She closed the door then and locked it, leaving Joan in the hallway by herself.

At least Joan thought she was by herself, at least until the surprised yelp left the other person's lips. She jumped and looked down the hallway, facing the one person she didn't want to run into.

"J-Jaune?" Emerald eyes looked into his own, mesmerized by the blue and golden hues that seemed to cause her very soul to shiver. A sudden ache, desperate and hungry, filled the poor girl. Her eyes grew hazy, her mind telling her that the amazon in front of her was most definitely her Jaune.

"W-Wait Pyrrha I can explain!" Joan charged forward, easily clearing the distance between them, fully expecting Pyrrha to run away from the freak that she had become.

Instead she was surprised as the significantly smaller girl leapt up so she could wrap her arms around her neck and place a loving kiss to Joan's lips. Her huge breasts engulfed Pyrrha's body, giving her a full body squeeze and pulling a moan from her lips. Her tongue pushed past Joan's lips and she started to drink her saliva, her throat bouncing up and down as the lovestruck girl eagerly took what she could from the person she loved the most.

When she pulled away she savored the flavor of Joan's saliva, shuddering before gulping loudly and looking into the face of the deity that her partner had become . "I don't know what happened to you Jaune, but I don't care." She groaned and closed her eyes, her entire body clenching as an orgasm tore through her body. "T-Tired of waiting! Dorm, breeding now~~~~~!"

Joan looked around frantically, afraid someone would hear Pyrrha before she fixed the problem the only way she could. She kissed Pyrrha to silence her before she immediately began running to their dorm. She tried to ignore how hard her cock was, or how wonderful it felt for her fat nipples to be rubbed by her clothes. She even tried to ignore the sound of Pyrrha's broken moans. What she couldn't ignore was the word that kept repeating in her mind in Pyrrha's voice.

"Breed~Breed~Breed~Breed~Breed~Breed~BREED~BREED~BREED~BREED~ BREED~BREED~ BREED~BREED~BREED~BREED~BREED~BREED~BREED~"

Notes:

For those of you that are worried that every girl that Joan runs into will become a broken whore near instantly, don't worry. There are some girls (and a certain male teammate) that will be more resistant to her. Not to mention that Joan doesn't quite known how to turn off what I'm calling her "Fuck Aura" just yet.

Next time, Joan learns more about her powers through practical application! Will she be able to resist using it more often to please her new, overly horny body? Yeah, no chance in hell, I'm writing porn, not Shakespeare damn it!

Chapter 3: Do Drones Dream of Rough Breeding?

Summary:

Joan runs away from her problems (temporarily), and Beacon's training program learns what love is.

Notes:

Merry Christmas everyone! I really didn't want for things to take this long, but when life gives you lemons, it gives you the entire fruit cart. More after the chapter.

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Every second with Pyrrha was something that Joan usually cherished. She was kind, loving, and most of all patient. The last part was especially important, due to the extra training that Pyrrha usually did with her. Right now though, every second that they were together was torture. The word "BREED" was constantly repeating in her head, in a voice she'd never heard Pyrrha use out loud, but one that she definitely would be using if she wasn't currently motorboating Joan's gigantic tits.

That could have been bearable, but Pyrrha's words were also affecting her in a way she didn't really understand. She had to stop and bite her lip as she bit back a moan, only for the loud churning of her engorged balls to fill the quiet hallway. Each one had swollen to the size of basketballs, making each step harder and harder as she had to walk with an increasingly awkward gait.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of Pyrrha's once trim and muscled stomach bloating outward with life, ruining the champion's chances of ever fighting again. Her breasts would swell until they rested on her massive belly, and her hips would widen so much that they would grow past the width of her shoulders. She'd never fit in her armor again, not without heavy modifications. Even then, she knew that Pyrrha wouldn't care, not when she wouldn't waste time to have her womb fattened by Joan's virile loads as soon as she was able.

She hadn't even realized that they'd gotten to their dorm when she finally pulled herself from the strangely detailed fantasies, having already opened the door before slamming it shut. Pyrrha let out a happy cry, using her thighs to squeeze and rub at the massive bulge she felt between her legs to try and egg Joan on into finally giving in.

Unfortunately for Pyrrha, Joan had been raised on a healthy diet of respect women juice, so she pulled Pyrrha away with her newly enhanced muscles, much to her partner's disappointment. "Pyrrha stop!" She cried, pushing her partner down onto her bed and holding her in place "We can't do this, you're not in your right mind!"

"Why? I'm throwing myself at you! I've dreamed every night of you using that s-s-slut-maker to pump me full of your seed! You think we don't notice how much cum you let out when you're having a wet dream!" She whined, her thighs very audibly squishing together as she tried to rub her pussy against Joan's thigh. "Come oooon! Just f-fuck me Jaune, I want to be sponsored by designer maternity dresses next! I want to be the poster girl for young mothers! I want little girls all over Remnant to look at me and want nothing more than to be swollen pregnant whor-MMPH!~"

Pyrrha's head was suddenly surrounded by soft and wonderful flesh, annoyed but still pleasured moans coming out from between Joan's colossal tits. She struggled, trying to push out from Joan's sheer bulk and failing completely.

"That's enough of that. You're obviously not thinking straight!" Joan whispered, trying to ignore how her partner's aroused juices squirted onto the bed, making her cock throb and ache horribly. The scent of her aroused partner and the desires she had pounding into her head DEMANDED that she breed her partner right then and there.

Pyrrha's struggles grew weaker eventually, until she went limp underneath Joan's heaving tits. Immediately, Pyrrha's desires dropped out of her mind, giving her some room to breathe as she pulled away from Pyrrha's unconscious body. She looked down at her partner, her once crazed face back to the calm demeanor that she was used to.

She would have liked to say that the only thing she heard was the gentle breathing of her beloved partner and her own thoughts. Unfortunately, the sounds were punctured by the loud gurgling of her over-productive balls, a thick rope of cum firing off and staining her jeans with a huge wet spot.

"Damn it!" she cried, standing up and growling when her thighs squished her nuts again, forcing a fat rope to shoot through her pants this time to hit the door with a wet and more importantly, loud slap.

She couldn't stop the loud moan that left her lips, her eyes crossing as she squeezed her thighs together again, crooning happily for a moment before she pulled herself back together again. "S-Stop! Gotta…gotta pull myself together." she said, snapping her fingers instinctively and jumping in surprise when her spilled jizz immediately reacted.

Her pants and the door were clean, and her hot and streaming nut coalesced into a melon sized ball that floated in front of her.

She stared at it for a moment, bewildered by what she just did. She stepped towards it, the scent of her own divine seed making her breathe more heavily. Her mind drifted to Terra, the IT whiz turned fertility idol speaking of how delicious her father's seed had been. Remembering how her dark skinned sister-in-law started openly masturbating at the dinner table just from the memory of her father's cum made Joan's decision for her before she could even debate on what to do.

Her plump lips opened up and pressed into the orb, a lurid moan leaving her lips as her seed touched her tongue. Her throat bobbed with loud swallowing, the orb shrinking slowly as the pudding thick sludge was guided into her mouth at the perfect rate for her to not waste a drop. Her hand dropped to her belly, another moan leaving her lips as her washboard abs were pushed forward slightly by her swelling cum-belly.

When the last gulp filled her mouth she savored it, rolling her thick cum around in her mouth before swallowing it and letting out a loud burp. Her mind was fuzzy, and her gold-specked eyes barely perceived the world around her. Her mind drifted to Ren, and Nora, Pyrrha, and then all of her other friends. She could imagine all of them, too drunk on her seed to pay any attention to their swelling bodies and ballooning libidos.

She slapped her cheeks and groaned, attempting to shake off the fog in her brain as she moved towards the door. "I'll go work out. That's how dad worked it off when she got horny back home." She stepped out with purpose, refusing to defile her friends and ruin the friendships she'd worked so hard to create.

She didn't notice the pair of pink and turquoise eyes that followed after her.

Of course something as simple as putting on her combat uniform wouldn't be easy. She'd gained at least a hundred pounds in muscle and nearly two feet in height, standing at seven and a half feet. Not to mention the hefty burdens of her humongous tits and melon sized nuts.

The armor she could live without, considering she now looked less like a knight, and more like the princess the knight got to save. Her weapon, Crocea Mors, was a different story.

The ancient weapon had carried her family's patriarchs to victory, saving kingdoms and earning her family its reputation as a warrior family. She could only feel extreme guilt when the thought of abandoning, or returning the weapon to her family came to mind. So when the sword suddenly began to creak and simply grow, she hoped that she could be forgiven for yelping in surprise. The sword and shield changed to suit her, metal being added from nothing until the sword and shield would look more like a great-sword and a great-shield to any normal person.

She was once again dumbfounded, the evidence of her new powers right in front of her filling her with a newfound confidence. Of course, that was nothing compared to when she actually got the training dummies set up.

Crocea Mors sang, cutting through the dummies like butter thanks to its newfound sharpness, and the sheer strength she held behind her swings. It didn't matter that they were somewhat clumsy, or that she sometimes tripped and her shield bashes turned into shield taps. Robotic limbs flew and her score soared past her previous records. Then past Yangs. Then Pyrrha's. Then by someone named Raven. Her pupils glowed brightly, golden light burning in her eyes as Crocea Mors hit the ground with a loud clang. Her hands dented the metal, the drone's weapons slamming into her body, being stopped and crushed by her glowing golden Aura. The power she felt was overwhelming, her breathing growing heavier and heavier as a newfound lust for battle drew her into a deeper and deeper haze.

Cloth began to strain against growing muscles, her height growing even further as her hair grew even longer, becoming uncontrolled and wild as she began to use her fists against the drones. Soon a ten foot tall monster stood in the training room, tearing the drones in half with her bare hands with animalistic growls, full of pleasure and giddiness at how easy the fight had become. "This must be what Yang feels all the time!" She cried out happily, moaning when a robot attempted to grab her, only to squish her tits in a tight and merciless grip.

With a golden haze the phased through her hoody, spinning around to face the drone that still held her hoody, its programming racing to figure out what she'd just done. Her heaving tits swung dangerously in the t-shirt she wore, milk spraying from them thanks to the drone's hard squeezing. When her spin also caused her tits to slap the drone so hard its head flew off, she couldn't stop the laughter that boomed across the training arena. By the time she was done, she stood among a mess of destroyed drones, a mix of her sweat, oil, and now milk drenching the floor.

Her battle lust had turned into just outright lust, her hands pushing down on her breasts and watching as thick sprays of milk shot through her shirt. Looking at herself in the mirrors intended to allow students to improve their form, she instead pushed her arms under her breasts, lifting them up slightly before licking her lips. Her biceps bulged, forcing a moan from her lips as they crushed her breasts between them. What she didn't notice was that the training program hadn't announced that she'd finished her session. One of the drones that had been faking its defeat leapt up, ready to attack during her momentary distraction. Unfortunately for drone #473, Joan's "OPPAI MILK BEAM" (As it would later be called by a certain Valkyrie) struck it with enough force to knock it over and pin it to the ground.

It lay on the ground, Joan's moans filling the air as sparks came from its ruined frame. The still drone's body suddenly started convulsing, the green lights suddenly turning pink as Joan's milk seemed to soak into the drone. Immediately warnings popped up, initially of water damage, only to be followed up by warnings of unauthorized modifications. Commands and prompts were added to its programming, things it would never have to worry about as a combat drone. Blowjobs, the best ways to stimulate a cock to orgasm, how to edge its partner until begging for release, what words to use to best arouse a partner. All things that a combat droid would never need to know.

As metal plates fell away to reveal soft silicone, it soon became obvious as to why it was suddenly having these things shoved into its programming. 473's cold metal faceplate shifted upwards to reveal soft lips looking more at home on the bimbos that frequented The Club. More metal popped off, revealing fat teardrop breasts that drooped down its sides. 473's hips shattered the metal plates before it lifted, the drone's new bubble butt swelling into two bloated globes. More soft silicone was revealed until in place of the cold metal combat drone was a curvy sex doll, more advanced than what even the most desperate of Altesian aristocrats could afford.

With a wobble to its step, the drone stood up, its mechanics and programming trying to get used to its new frame. It trailed its hands over its heavy tits, down a soft stomach and down to a swollen artificial vagina, thick drops of lubricant dropping to the floor.

Warnings blared across 473's programming, its combat modules kicking in as it attempted to flip away from whatever threat the registered student presented.

Only for its new center of gravity to cause it to stumble, right into the grip of an oversexed and more importantly, blue-balled Goddess in the making. 473 wasn't even given the chance to retaliate, all of its programmed actions being cut off instantly by being violently impaled on Joan's 3 foot fuckrod.

Even with only a flat metal plate where its eyes would be, Joan knew that the drone learned what pleasure was at that moment when its fat bimbo lips opened wide, a long tongue that was perfect for her cock flopped out into its tits.

Words were lost to Joan. The sensation of feeling a hot wet pussy, artificial or not, had driven her into a rut. 473 was crushed under Joan in a hot, violent mating press. Her massive cock ramming into its pussy and bulging its stomach with angry and wild thrusts. Joan grunted and groaned like a wild animal, forcing her nipples into the smaller drone's mouth and moaning as milk flooded the drone's body.

Joan was moaning the names of her friends, her sisters, her mother and father. She moaned out for a cute girl she met in a bar, she moaned out for the transfer students, Glynda, Ren, Penny, and eventually the one person she wouldn't mind fucking as violently as she was fucking the drone right now.

Her hands gripped 473's neck, her lips smashing against the drone's with a hateful lust, her balls loudly churning their load for the person she was imagining. Her hips sped up, becoming a blur, her heavy thrusts pushing 473 into the floor of the arena with loud cracks from the floor below.

When her balls tightened up against her body, she growled, her grip on 473's neck tightening before she whispered to it, hallucinating the face of her most hated person instead of the training drone turned fuck-doll.

"Oh poor Cardin~" She cooed, dragging her tongue over 473's cheek, holding her release until it started to hurt "All that muscle and for what?" She could feel her prostate throb and balloon with semen "It's not going to be worth a damn when you're my dumb," THROB "bloated~" THROB "broodmare~!"

She finally let go, smashing her lips against 473's once more, her hips smashing into its artificial womb with enough strength to crater the ground below them before she erupted.

Instantly, 473's belly ballooned with cum, loud gushing sounds filling the now silent training room as 473's new programming desperately tried to keep up with an influx of fluid that even its new programming hadn't predicted. 473's breasts, hips, and ass swelled rapidly, its body swelling to grow with the liquid burden being forced upon it by Joan's heavy loads.

So strong was her orgasmic bliss, she didn't notice the scent of cum that wasn't her own, or the taste of a fertile womb in the air.

Joan's orgasm went on, and on, and on, lasting nearly five minutes before she pulled herself up. She was red in the face, blushing up a storm at how deeply her depravity had gone. Her body had shrunken down to her new normal, flopping back onto the floor with her 'smaller' twenty inch member slipping out of 473 with a wet pop.

She was breathing heavily, ignoring 473 as the heavily burdened drone stood up, waddling with creaking metal towards a pod that was woefully undersized for its bloated frame. Its soft silicone was transparent, showing the gallons upon gallons of cum that had bloated it. Medicine balls were put to shame by the orbs of its breasts, belly and ass cheeks. It got as close to the pod as it could, its mouth letting out a mechanical moan as a cable plugged into the port on its back.

The training program flickered, being modified by the Goddess blessed drone, piping being created and the entire system being restructured by 473's new body. The drone was drained as far as it could be before it was yanked into its pod. Other drones in the system began to convulse, the Goddess' blessings altering the system rapidly and forcing drone 473's changes onto the rest of the system.

The fact that Joan had just doomed Beacon's training rooms into becoming sexual relief centers was lost on her. She was too busy basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. She tweaked her nipples gently, moaning as she squeezed her cock between her thighs. She wanted to cum more, the knowledge that she'd not actually bred Cardin of all people filling her with a feeling of emptiness, but also a bit of guilt.

The guy had been trying to get better after all. He didn't really deserve to be made into a cow only good for breeding and milking.

"Fuck…can't…can't let anyone know about that last one…" She said between breaths, a chuckle leaving her lips at how embarrassing it would be.

"It's a bit late for that fearless leader!"

Her eyes shot open, looking up towards the _N_R of team JNPR.

Nora looked as Nora as ever, her bright turquoise eyes shining with excitement like she'd discovered a new toy. Sure her fat pussy was trying its best to eat her panties, and her nipples were so hard Joan was pretty sure that if Nora breathed too hard she'd pierce straight through her shirt, but other than that Nora didn't seem too nonplussed about her new body.

No, the bigger surprise was Ren, his brother from another mother, his calm comrade in the face of a mad world.

His calm face was gone, replaced by a debauched expression that would make any Mistralian hentai mangaka blush. His nipples were in a similar state to Nora's, standing out against his flat chest and pushing hard into his shirt. More importantly though, were the thick delicious smelling dollops of cum that pushed through his pants. "N-Nora wanted…wanted to prove that her dream would come true this time."

"And I was right! Your cock's a little bigger than in my dream though." She licked her lips, her grin growing wider before she looked over to Ren. "Oh Renny! We'll finally get to do what we dreamed of! You get your bussy broken in by fearless leader while you put a baby in me!"

Joan stared up at them both, her face turning redder and redder before she covered her face.

"Fuck my life! I can't believe my entire team found out already! I can't ruin my team by breeding them all! Sure they'd look good with my children in their bellies, and oh Goddess Ren would look so good with a big pair of tits~ But we still have to fight grimm and-" Her thoughts ground to a screeching halt, as she finally registered just what Nora had said.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

Notes:

So yeah, sometimes life gets in the way of writing. Money problems, a job being run by morons, stress and exhaustion makes writing a chore instead of a joy, and sometimes you just scrap the entire chapter because you don't like how it was flowing. In any case, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. As to a question that I was asked from the comments, this fic will mostly contain futa/male, male/futa, futa/f, and futa/futa. If there's a good idea that pops into my head, I might write some M/M as its own story (Femboi Ren x Jaune scratches that itch sometimes lol).

Just as a warning, to those that haven't realized it yet, but pretty much all of the male characters will be turned into big futanari with big dicks, ranging from above average to hyper sizes, if I'm so inclined. Also, if you have any ideas on what kinks certain characters would have, I'm willing to take suggestions in the comments. It doesn't mean I'll use them, but I'll certainly take them into consideration (Currently on the fence on whether Ruby is completely innocent, or completely innocent, but rapidly falling into massive degeneracy when Joan gets her hands on her. Blake having a human supremacy fetish is also something I'm toying with).

Now onto a question I have for you all. Are there any fic ideas you would like to see? Once again, not to guarantee that I'll write them, but just to toss out ideas that might inspire me to write some one-shots that might help with my creativity involving BTGW. I'd love to take requests, or even commissions at some point, but I'm too inconsistent right now to be able to promise something like that, so I won't be doing anything like that for the time being.

Again, thanks for reading, and Merry Christmas!

Chapter 4: From the Perspective of Her Lambs

Summary:

What kind of effect does living with Jaune have on people? What will happen now that he has become the Goddess' vessel? Just how bad is it to have direct interaction with divinity? Read to find out!

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Nora's day had started off wonderfully. A wonderful dream about her team kicking butt, a peaceful morning filled with the gentle snoring of their team leader, and the wonderful musk that filled the air from her Fearless Leader. It had been something they'd learned of the first night they'd spent together. The boy had very vivid, and very wet dreams. Nora, blessedly, was the first to learn about it.

An eight inch tower stood proudly between his legs, angrily throbbing against his blankets in stark contrast to Jaune's gentle snoring. She'd blushed up a storm, not because she'd never seen such a thing before. Ren, despite denying it whenever she'd poke him about it (and how many times she'd relieved him while he slept), had pitched plenty of tents in their time traveling together. Ren's four inches had nothing on the absolute beast that Jaune was packing though. And the smell!

During their travels, Nora discovered something when her curiosity got the better of her. She'd lifted up the blanket that her best friend and totally not lover Ren had been using to keep warm. The scent of his manhood sent a tingle up her spine. It was like a trance, her lips smacking and her tongue dropping out to drag against her savior's balls.

She loved cock. The texture of the skin, the feeling of a nice firm testicle in her mouth, the sensation of a thick nut coating the inside of her mouth! She'd sucked the soul out of Ren that night, her ministrations only growing more excited when he started to moan in his sleep. She was a devout parishioner at the altar of her god. Ren had been potent, a virile scent that made her womb dance and her mouth water. Jaune? His scent demanded worship, and the tight holes of his team. She'd realized how wet she was already, and how much her pussy ached to be filled. Her nipples stood out against her tank top, and she suddenly realized that she'd been drooling in her sleep. She wasn't the only one though. She just happened to be the only one awake to realize what was happening.

Ren's comparatively tiny cock was shooting wads of precum through his sheets, the boy mewling before bucking his hips against the thin coverings. She'd never heard him make noises like that, light and airy, submissive to the scent that was burning into his brain. His hips bucked and a fat wad hit his sheets with such force it lifted it from his hips.

Poor Pyrrha was having it even worse. Her hands were buried between her legs, loud and squishy sounds coming from how roughly her fingers were dipping into her quim. She was even moaning the boy's name, which if it weren't for her own arousal, Nora would have made fun of considering they'd known the boy for less than a day.

When Jaune let out a loud moan and bucked his hips though, she felt a sudden burst of pleasure deep inside of her body before she came so hard she passed out. She stayed conscious long enough to bear witness to her God's release. Thick ropes of cum shot from his cock, easily pushing through the cloth of his onesie and the blanket. Each shot lasted seconds before being followed by another, slightly smaller amount of seed. After countless shots and a minute that felt like forever, Jaune let out a content sigh before his erection finally started to flag.

The next morning had been awkward, with all of them making excuses as to why they were replacing their sheets. Only Nora knew what was going on. Only Nora knew just who their fearless leader was.

He was a God, and it would be only a matter of time until they broke in the face of his divinity.

She'd awoken that morning from a glorious dream, her sheets soaked and her body aching for more. This was how they all woke, their bodies buzzing with aftershocks of pleasure that the scent of their leader caused. Someone had been kind enough to open the window to air out the room, but Nora could still detect the scents of her teammates' arousal on the air.

Ren was already off for his meditation and poison (health drink) making, and Pyrrha had some meeting with a stuffy sponsorship or something. So naturally, she did the only sensible thing when one was left alone with someone suffering from a massive case of morning wood. She carefully dove under the sheets, sticking her ass up into the air before pulling his boxers down and stuffing her face into his musky balls.

~SNOOORT~!

It was loud and vulgar, followed up by a loud moan and even more vulgar noises. Her God demanded as much, thick precum drooling down his shaft and pouring onto her head. Every chance she got she took advantage of Ren and Jaune's heavy sleeping, lavishing praise on their cocks as they deserved. She accepted her sticky baptism happily, pulling away only to kiss her way up his shaft. "Please my Lord, bless me with as much as you want to give~" She cooed, licking around his cockhead before wrapping her lips around his tip. As if in response, his balls lurched upwards, a giddy squeal leaving Nora as her cheeks bulged with a single, fat and blessed load of cum.

The sound of Ren's voice rising in pitch made her ache. Each belly bulging thrust transformed her savior more and more, the normally stoic boy being molded into a perfect whore for their God.

Nora's eyes rolled back into position, the holy vision leaving her as the last gulp of her communion poured down her throat. She let out a burp, her hand dropping to her slightly pudgy stomach and the heat that filled it. She imagined her belly dropping lower with every load that Jaune and Ren would give her. She remembered her dream, and how it spoke to her more heavily than any before it. She licked her lips before kissing Jaune's hefty balls, thanking them for their blessing before she pulled his boxers back up. She didn't bother with a bath, the smell of her arousal and Jaune's cum sticking to her as she got into her workout clothes.

They barely fit now, straining against her enhanced assets. Her God had been blessing her with a body meant to breed, and to worship. She'd gotten shorter, sure, but it just meant that she was closer to her God's! Ren and Jaune certainly did not complain. She'd caught them staring at her breasts, intentionally bouncing them when she caught them. She especially loved doing yoga in their room with Pyrrha, her best girl friend blushing up a storm while Nora made sure they saw how her booty bounced and how her body jiggled.

Even now in the gym, she didn't care who saw her erect nipples through her tank top, or stared at her heaving tits and fat, breedable ass. She didn't care who saw her fat pussy gush as she worked out, orgasming from the exertion along with the smell of her God's cum on her mouth. She reveled in the attention, happy to provide a sight that would make the tools of her God's divine mission stiffen and throb with the desire to breed. Women and men were made to breed, to feel pleasure, and to give it freely. She'd always thought the world was broken, painful and needlessly cruel. When the Goddess began to speak to her, she'd felt wonderful. The world was broken. And now the Goddess was coming back to fix it.

Ren's attempts to tell her that her dream was just another dream went ignored as she dragged him to the training room she'd seen in her divine vision. She didn't care that he didn't believe her, because his cock was straining against his pants, and his eyes were trying (and failing~) to look away from her ass. The only thing she did care about, as they stood in front of the room her God was in, was that her vision came true. When they entered and saw what they saw, she knew right then and there that Ren had become a believer.

When her pussy exploded with juices and Ren's cock erupted in sync with their God, no, Goddess, Nora knew that the time had finally come. The Goddess had sent her a savior all those years ago, a beautiful angel that saved her when she needed him most. And now, she could finally repay him by giving him to her Goddess.

Nora was the single most important person in Ren's life. She was kind, gentle (when she wanted to be), and a beacon of optimism that kept his spirits up in even the darkest of times. Her rage was endless, but her loving nature was even deeper. Of course, her love could be a little too deep, as he'd found out a few years ago.

It hadn't been too long after they'd turned fourteen when Nora's nightly cuddles had taken a rather lewd turn. They both knew it was only a matter of time. What with her pressing her soft body into his, and his hands wandering while they slept. They'd started to bathe separately, and although they tried their best, it was obvious that they had feelings for each other.

When he woke to find her telling his balls that they were going to bless her with a beautiful family one day, she'd panicked, begging him to forgive her for defiling him, for violating him while he slept. She'd bowed down, putting her face down in the sheets and sobbed, desperate to keep him around despite how "dirty" she was. He listened to her words, disagreeing that she was dirty, or that she didn't deserve to be his friend because of what she'd done. His eyes never looked down at her though, being distracted by something that his teenage brain was much more interested in.

Much to his guilt, his eyes were glued to her wobbling cheeks. The position she'd taken had her face down and ass up, her head buried in the sheets to beg for his forgiveness. She'd had quite a plump body even then, and as much as he put on a stoic front, on the inside he'd taken notice of his shortstack best friend more than once. So he told her as much, admitting that he wasn't entirely innocent either. He'd fantasized of burying his face between those cheeks. He'd dreamed of her in just the position he'd found her in, slobbering over his cock. One night, several months back he'd spent the entire night masturbating to her naked breasts after her shirt rode high while she slept. Nora got a good laugh out of that, realizing just why he'd been so tired that day when they'd been training.

He'd even dreamed of them back home in a rebuilt Kuroyuri with her pregnant with his children.

It was a recurring fantasy, one that Nora had no shame in admitting that she shared.

So it became a regular thing of theirs. She would wake him with an enthusiastic blowjob, worshiping it like it was her personal god. It didn't matter that it was on the smaller side, only that it belonged to him. She never asked for anything in return, her orgasm hitting at the same time that his seed would fill her mouth.

Of course, orgasming every night, for several years, had quite the effect on him. Even if his cock hadn't grown much, his balls had responded to Nora's worship happily, as if responding to such dutiful ministrations. He managed to hide it pretty well, but below his four inch cock was a bloated sac, the skin pulled taught by nuts the size of his fist. It had become such a staple, that neither of them realized the problem that would come when they got to Beacon. Sure, things had been fine for the first night, staying in the grand hall of Beacon with the other students. Even Nora was fine, disappointed she couldn't relieve him the way she always did, but fine all the same.

No, the problem appeared the first night they stayed in the dorm as team JNPR. His balls ached when he'd gone to bed, swollen from having no relief. Of course, he never knew just how much he could cum, considering Nora always swallowed all of it. His sleep was peaceful enough, even though he'd had an especially raunchy dream involving Nora. When he'd woken up though, he was met with the sensation of very wet, and very sticky sheets. Sitting up quickly, he couldn't help but to grunt as his balls unloaded again, pulling up tight against his body before erupting with another dense load of nut butter. The smell of the room was overwhelming, rattling his brain with the scent of virile cum and pussies that desperately wanted that cum inside of them.

The mewling moan that left his lips surprised him, forcing him to focus as he tried to figure out what had happened. As it turned out, his brand new team had apparently had synchronized wet dreams. And judging from the state of his team's beds, wet was an understatement. Nora's sheets had become transparent, sweat and girlcum drenching them from the repeated orgasms she'd had the night before. Her sweet scent was a familiar one, as was the pleased smile on her face from a pleasurable night. Poor Pyrrha was spread-eagled on her bed, her nightgown sticking to her body and her pussy was plainly visible through her panties. Her nipples were standing at attention, and her top was tight against her swollen breasts. She bucked her hips, a soft "Jaune~" leaving her lips, something that Ren would keep to his grave.

He lifted up his own sheets, blushing heavily at the spiderweb of still hot cum that met him. How Nora swallowed it all, even when he wasn't backed up, he had no idea. Even now his cock leaked, dribbling a steady stream of thick seed that had been built up by just a single night of celibacy.

He let out a sigh, looking over to Jaune to see just how bad he had it.

At that moment, Ren discovered something about himself. He was bisexual. Not only that, but he was a size que-KING. A size KING . What he was pretty sure was his prostate suddenly throbbed, and hot cum fired from his cock again. He licked his lips, his hand drifting to his throat as his eyes locked on the tower of meat that somehow found its way out of Jaune's onesie. Only a thin sheet hid the beast that demanded attention, and that thin sheet had been completely ruined by the absurd amount of jizz that Jaune had put out.

It was thick and steaming, having actually gotten through Jaune's sheets and piled up between his legs. The miasma that filled the air was obviously Jaune's doing, and Ren had a good idea as to why they'd all had such wet dreams the night before. With how thirsty he was, and how painfully empty he felt, he also got a pretty good idea as to why Nora worshiped cocks as lovingly as she did. As quickly as the thoughts of copying Nora entered his mind, they disappeared, with him throwing his sheets off and quickly going into a very, very cold shower. It didn't help. The less said about the awkwardness between them when he got out and found everyone trying to avoid eye contact while they switched out their sheets the better. Jaune didn't even notice how his teammates eyed his poorly hidden morning wood with varying degrees of hunger.

Things got easier as time went on, although Jaune asking him to go shopping for condoms was certainly awkward, it did help. Sure seeing that his loads were only half of Jaune's was a bit disheartening, until Nora informed him that both of them were definitely abnormal when it came to their output. What was especially abnormal was how hot their seed stayed, even hours after they'd filled the condoms. Nora said it was because Jaune was a God, and was sharing his blessing with Ren to better reflect the divinity that he was due.

He would have been skeptical, but it was only since they became a team that their physical changes had started. Nora was being…condensed, for lack of a better word. She'd somehow lost 2 inches in height, with that extra mass being pushed into her breasts and behind. She'd become even more of a shortstack than she already was, and she flaunted it. She made sure to rub up against him and Jaune constantly, bringing attention to her heaving tits and fat ass.

"I'm just being made into the perfect shape to worship our God Renny! After all~" She'd pushed her face into his chest, looking up at him with a grin while her hands gently rubbed against his crotch "The shorter I am, the closer I am to God!"

Pyrrha hadn't changed in any huge way, at least that they had known. Until one day she'd taken off her shirt and bra, the fullness of her breasts making her blind to the fact that her entire team was in the room before tugging on her nipples and squeezing her breasts. What followed was the most arousing sight of the Invincible Girl milking herself, spraying down the floor with thick streams of delicious smelling milk.

"I'm sorry! The pressure just got to be too much. I couldn't stop myself!" She'd cried, embarrassed beyond belief that she had exposed herself in front of her team. Ren hadn't missed how her eyes drifted to Jaune's crotch though, licking her lips when she saw how hard his cock fought against his pants to get at her. None of them missed the thick stream of prejizz that shot through his jeans either.

Ren still couldn't believe Nora's ramblings. That was of course until his own changes started to manifest. Even so, he'd tried to rationalize it all away. There was no way that Jaune was a God that had been forced to live in a broken world devoid of their Mother Goddess' blessings.

When Nora took him to a sex shop for a nice big dildo to pound his prostate? He said it was just curiosity. "So why did you buy the biggest one they have?" Nora had asked, wiggling her eyebrows at him. "You're training for when Fearless Leader grows, aren't you? Just like my dream-no. Visions have shown me."

When his pants had to be altered and loosened to hide his thickening thighs and widening hips? He said he needed to focus less on leg exercises. When his briefs were stretched so tight that they practically turned transparent as his ass turned into a real set of double wide clap-cakes? He blamed the cafeteria food.

When he caught Nora and Pyrrha sucking down the sweat off of a sleeping Jaune's balls, and instead of leaving, or waking his brother from another mother as he was sexually assaulted in his sleep? He dropped into a squat and watched them. He called it team bonding. He wouldn't admit to being jealous when they pulled the bloated condom from Jaune's cock and snowballed his load between the two of them.

When Nora caught Ren bouncing on his big dildo crying out Jaune's name, begging for his fearless leader to breed his bussy? Bottoming out and whining about how small the belly bulging dildo was even as he filled up a condom to near bursting before pulling it off and pouring the steaming contents over open mouth?

Well, Ren admitted that maybe, just maybe Jaune had a sex related semblance that he didn't know how to control. "Then why don't you teach him how to control it?" She'd asked, pushing him over and engulfing his shaft with her mouth, her other hand slowly pistoning the thick white dildo in his ass.

He didn't have an answer for that. Especially when giving an answer would show her just how little Ren cared about Jaune learning how to control it. Especially when he began to eagerly join them in their ball-cleaning sessions (He would insist that he'd done it in his sleep afterwards, no matter how obvious it was that he was lying).

It made no sense, but she was winning him over. Their bodies had changed, none more drastically than his own. Even as he meditated, he could feel the tights he wore to hide his thickening lower body desperately creaking against voluptuous thighs. It should have hurt, having so much meat constrained by the thin fabric, but it instead gave a thrill that Ren would never admit to feeling. The risk of the tights breaking, exposing him as the only boi that would put Blake's Bellabooty to shame.

He let out an airy moan, visions of Jaune pounding him into his bed filled his mind. A very pregnant Nora at their side encourages their Fearless Leader to breed his tight pussy like Ren did to her. He(?) moaned happily, her-his breasts being dwarfed by the giant melons that Jau-Joa-

His eyes opened suddenly, an annoyed sigh leaving his lips as his meditation was once again interrupted by his ever increasing libido, and the visions that came with it. Blake's more esoteric books had been a bad influence, no matter how much they helped Ren find relief. Giant futa Amazon's with cocks that would kill a normal human, faunus being dominated by big human men, a world where the mere scent of a dick sent women into a wild heat, faunus or human. A story of a small Mistralian man being utterly dominated and feminized, completely ruined by big…strong…Valean…studs~

He tore himself from his fantasies once more and stood, ignoring how hard he was as he cleaned up his meditation space. "Maybe I need to speak to someone. This is getting out of hand." He said, putting away his mat and putting out the candles he'd set up in the empty room. "If Jaune does have a semblance related to sex, then it would be dangerous for him to not control it in the middle of a mission. Or even worse, it could begin to affect another team."

"I think that would motivate us pretty well, Renny. I know Pyrrha would kill any grimm in her way if it meant having the D'Arc inside of her. You think we could figure out how to travel with one of us mounted on it? The sight of his bitch-maker bulging one of our bellies would probably be a good way to convert people into believers in the Goddess!"

He stiffened momentarily, surprised at first at how Nora had actually managed to sneak up on him, but more at how utterly depraved the words leaving her mouth were. "Nora!" He spun around, ready to berate her for her words before they got stuck in his throat. She'd shrunk again, losing another two inches and dropping her down to barely reaching his chest. Her breasts strained against her workout shirt, her symbol stretched against her sweat soaked tits, heavy drops hitting the ground from her stiff nipples. Her deceivingly pudgy stomach was exposed, glistening in the cold air of the room he'd used for meditation.

His cock jumped at the way her fat cameltoe was squished between her thighs. He knew he'd been caught when she spread her legs a bit and squished her pussy lips between her fingers. He wanted to admonish her, to tell her that despite how badly Jaune's "Semblance" had affected them, she shouldn't just do things like that, especially in front of her teammates. She got into his personal space too quickly for that, grabbing his hands and pushing them onto her soft and much wider hips. "It's today Renny~" She cooed, pushing her heaving breasts against his stomach and looking up at him with bright eyes. "Our Goddess is here!"

"I thought Jaune's cock was your God." he said, unable to hide some of the jealousy he felt, although some of that jealousy was over how easily Nora and Pyrrha could give themselves over to Jaune's admittedly godly cock.

"Oh silly Renny!" Her hands cupped his junk underneath his pants, squeezing his swollen balls and grinning when he pulled in a sharp breath. "All cocks are gods, but yours is my God." she kissed his chest, breathing in his scent with a shuddering moan before she looked up at him again. "But the Goddess' will make you into a being befitting such a wonderful tool."

Ren sighed, remembering the dream that Nora had been sharing with him all week. Jaune had become a giant amazon of a woman, only with a giant cock that would bring about a prosperous new era for Remnant. She'd dreamt of the Brothers, foolish gods that had betrayed their mother, and of how her return would bring Remnant back to its proper form. Even if there were no such records to point towards such a being existing.

"Nora, your dream is about as likely as Jaune pinning me down and rearranging my guts to fit his meat." He said, not even realizing what he'd said with a matter-of-fact tone. "That is to say, very, very unlikely. Whether I want it to happen or not."

He didn't notice the shocked look on Nora's face at his admitting his own dream, or the huge grin that spread across her lips. "It's ok Renny, She can arrange that for us!" She grabbed his hand, ignoring his protests before she started dragging him towards their dorm. He would entertain her for now, as he always did.

Even if a small part of him desperately wanted her visions to come true.

They could both feel it the closer they got to their dorm. Their bodies buzzed and throbbed in time with something. Their steps would falter at the same time, their nipples would throb and ache terribly, and their bellies were scorching with a heat that Nora fully grasped, but Ren had no experience with. At the same time, Ren's tight wrappings had become unbearably so, and the condom he wore to prevent embarrassing incidents during class was starting to become overfilled. The once clear fluid grew cloudy as, unbeknownst to Ren, his virility was beginning to skyrocket, even as his lips plumped slightly and his chest began to bud with gentle fat, giving him the smallest hint of breasts.

The closer they got to their dorm, the worse it became. Nora's pussy made audible noises as they walked faster. Ren's voice raised several octaves, his voice matching how feminine he was becoming. He wanted to tear off the bindings he wore on his lower body, to listen to the loud clapping of his fat ass as he bulged out his belly on his ever growing collection of dildos. He wanted to grab Nora and plunge his cock into her, to let go of the payload that would surely make her obese with his brood. He wanted to watch his own belly balloon with Jaune's seed, and to grow just as firm and bloated with beautiful blond children. No matter how impossible that was.

At the same time, Nora wanted to bathe in Ren's seed, to have him fuck her over and over again until their fuck-mist got the attention of some poor fool that would spread their lust to other people. She wanted the Goddess' gift to spread, to transform the world into what it was meant to be. She wanted team JNPR to serve the purpose she'd been shown in her divine visions.

Their thoughts came to an abrupt halt when they reached their dorm, and their GODDESS appeared. She was preceded by her most prominent features. Giant heaving tits that easily made melons envious, and a fat, bloated package that looked like she'd stuffed a basketball into her pants. A thick muscular form followed, the giant woman not even noticing them as she turned down the hall, long golden locks falling down to her knees billowing behind her, barely hiding the round orbs of her ass, a gentle clap following her as she hurried out of their dorm.

A low, cooing moan left their dorm, ripping the pair from their hazes as they peered into their dorm.

Pyrrha was asleep on her bed, although she wasn't just sleeping. Her hands were buried between her legs, eagerly jilling herself and moaning as her mind was filled with the dark fantasies that someone as repressed as her would have. Moaning out Jaune's name loudly even as her breasts freely sprayed milk everywhere, her breasts bursting from her bra as they swelled with cream.

Just being in close contact with Joan had begun to affect her, if only a little. The cloth of her uniform grew ever so tight against her body as she bucked and squirted so hard that it hit Ren and Nora, both of them unable to resist licking it off of their lips. Neither of them could stop the jealousy that burned inside of them, their bodies desperate to be as blessed as she had been.

Ren could feel the itch at the back of his brain, begging him to find Jaune, for surely the Goddess they'd seen could only be him. To find him and beg to be blessed, to be transformed into a worthy vessel to be ruined and used. His balls dropped lower, suddenly swelling with more sperm to give to his Goddess. His cock throbbed angrily, growing so hard that Ren couldn't help but let out a whimpering moan.

They couldn't stay here, they just couldn't make the Goddess wait.

They left the room quickly, the door closing and locking behind them as they followed the aroma of their teammate turned deity. Their bodies pulsed and throbbed, something telling them that they were too small. Too imperfect for Jaune. Ren's cock was twitching and jolting violently, dry orgasms wracking the poor femboy as his balls dropped lower and lower, quickly swelling so large that coconuts were starting to seem small.

Nora felt the changes more internally, although that wasn't to say she'd been spared more external changes either. Each step grew harder as her hips cracked and pushed outward and her breasts swelled even larger, her nipples turning into plump teats that were trying their best to tear through her shirt. She could feel her womb changing, although in what ways she had no idea. She just knew that it would make her a proper woman, capable of bearing many children for Renny…and her Goddess if she so wished.

Seeing their Goddess had caused irreversible changes to their bodies. Even if they were to shake the hold seeing the divine had on their minds, they would never be able to return themselves to the way they were. Somewhere, deep in his mind, Ren hoped that they could at least hold onto their minds, once they came out of the other side of whatever was about to happen.

They entered into a scene of carnage, milk, oil, sweat, and robot parts spread across an arena that had been gouged out and cracked by a Goddess of Fertility turned a Goddess of War. They'd been pulled from their lustful craze for a moment, both of them marveling at what their formally weakest teammate had done in the training room. Nora nearly congratulated her, ready to pounce on their fearless leader as if things were still normal. As if their unofficial brother hadn't become something far greater than a mere huntsman.

That ended when their eyes fell onto their leader. Where before she stood as a beacon of fertility and love, she was now brutally ravaging the training drone turned bimbo fuck-doll. SHE was a monster. A Goddess of breeding, of violence and uncaring and brutal fucking. Her wild hair glowed gold, floating in the air like water as she pounded three feet of brutal veiny meat into the recently transformed drone. It let out digital moans, filling the two with jealous lust as Joan gloated and growled at the drone that she saw as her old bully Cardin. They wanted to join, their bodies demanded they allow themselves to be destroyed, ruined, and then reformed in whatever form their Goddess may desire. Bearing witness to divinity was boiling their minds, removing unneeded thoughts and past traumas. Nothing else was needed, nothing else was important. Their love for each other was secondary, no, it was UNNECESSARY.

THOUGHT IS UNNECESSARY. PERSONALITY IS UNNECESSARY. THE ONLY NECESSITY IS SUBMISSION. IF SHE DESIRES YOUR FLESH, YOU GIVE IT. IF SHE DESIRES YOUR LIFE, YOU GIVE IT. YOU WILL BE LEFT BLOATED, PREGNANT FOR ETERNITY. YOUR SEED WILL BE REPLACED WITH HER OWN, YOUR BLOOD WITH HER MILK. YOUR SOUL WILL BEND AND BE BRED FOR ALL OF YOUR LIFE, BOTH THIS AND EVERY LIFE HEREAFTER.

THROB*

Reality came rushing back in when the throbbing of their Goddess' cock made the room itself shift. They went stiff, teeth clenched and drool slipping down their chins. Their bodies throbbed along with their Goddess' cock. Ren's balls ballooned, forcing his legs apart even as his bindings began to tear against his swelling hips and thighs.

THROB*

Nora's breasts did their best to tear through her shirt, the huge milk tanks now easily dwarfing her own head and slapping against her stomach. Her pussy fattened and squirted, soaking her panties as her ass swelled so large that her workout shorts exploded. As quickly as reality returned, it was stolen from them again. Their bodies filled with only one command.

~*CUM*~

When Joan came, so did they. Nora's breasts sprayed their creamy payload through her shirt, soaking the poor fabric and permanently staining it with the scent of her milk. Her hands yanked her panties up, moaning loudly as she rubbed her squirting pussy until she collapsed against the wall behind her. She let out crooning moans, her hands moving to her stomach and pushing against it, her eyes rolling up into her head as her womb clenched in pleasure.

Ren's hips bucked, loud and increasingly effeminate moans leaving his lips as fat loads rapidly ballooned the condom he wore. The rubber strained, barely hanging on and filling the condom to near its breaking point. His balls jerked up towards his body to force out loads that gaped his poor urethra. His basketball sized semen factories audibly groaned and sloshed, angrily trying to force gallons of cum through his too small cock.

By the time their Goddess came down from her high, they were a mess. Nora's breasts were transparent from milk and sweat. Her pussy had become so plump and juicy it threatened to swallow up her now exposed panties, and her stomach had gained a nice paunch…one not made entirely of fat, but of her newly enlarged and improved womb.

Ren's boxers were torn by heaving balls that gurgled and groaned with the sounds of overburdening production. The inside of his pants were a wet and sticky miasma, with a scent so strong it wasn't entirely unlikely that a woman could become pregnant from the scent alone.

They both watched the drone slowly stand, waddling and gurgling with its heavy payload of life giving seed. It latched into its normal pod, though from the sudden sounds and error codes that appeared on the screens, something was obviously going wrong. Drones in other pods were changing. Flat metal was altered, becoming soft silicone and heavy duty tubing. They were still capable of combat training, but their new feminine shapes belied their true purpose.

They watched, and for a moment there was fear. They still remembered their minds being erased, replaced with puppets meant for the sole purpose of their Goddess' pleasure. It showed them the power that their friend now held. If she wished for it, Nora's belly would swell with child just from a whim. Ren could find himself in the same position, transformed into a broodmare, or even made to breed with every woman he met.

Despite her soaked pussy and still leaking tits, Nora let out a sigh of relief. Her mind was its own again, and even if she could still taste how wonderful it would have been to simply lose her sense of self and become a cum sow for her Goddess, she also realized that was not the kind of Goddess that deserved worship.

Before they knew it, they both stood over Joan, all previous concerns gone with the perfect view they had of their Goddess' body.

Thick, corded muscle that flexes and bulges with the most minute movements. Heavy breasts that made beach balls look small, perfectly perky with the incredible muscle that supported them. Wide, birthing hips that would strain and crack any door frame that she faced. Most importantly, was the thick, vein-corded slut-maker that throbbed and twitched between her legs. She tweaked her nipples and crushed her balls between her tights, loud gurgling filling the air as her cock jerked up fast enough to make the wind push against their faces.

The smell was delicious.

That was the feeling Ren felt as Nora teased their team leader turned deity. The words that left his mouth were automatic, something about how Nora was trying to show him that her dream, no, her vision, was true.

He could see the embarrassment in his Goddess' face, some amusement entering his lust-addled mind. He could also see how Jau-Joan's eyes traced over their bodies, from Nora's lap-filling tits, to her fat pussy, to his crotch, where he'd cum so much that cum was pouring from the tight seal around his cock and soiling the inside of his pants.

He could see Joan's conflict as well, her eyes glowing brighter as she looked at him. Nora's words were obviously having an effect, and with how her eyes were locked to his crotch while her nostrils flared, he was sure that his leaking seed was also convincing her to finally take him like he'd always wanted.

It was broken when Nora's words finally reached her. She looked away from his cock to Nora, Joan's face changing into one of familiar incredulity.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

Emerald eyes shot open, and a pleased yawn left plump lips.

"What a wonderful dream." Pyrrha felt her joints pop, a soft moan leaving her lips as she stretched.

RIIIIIIIIIIIP*

She froze, eyes growing wide before she looked down at herself. She was met with tits that did not belong to her, and a shredded uniform that had obviously been smaller than she thought. She jumped out of her bed, surprised as even more of her uniform tore. Her biceps ripped through her sleeves, the back blew out around bulging shoulders, and the waist of her skirt tore around a more muscular waist.

She'd grown, and not just a little bit. She had to be as tall as Jaune had been that morning without her heels. Her uniform was barely hanging on, torn everywhere now that she'd moved. Her breasts made Yang seem small now, and with the light clap that came from her behind as she moved to the mirror, she probably had a butt that at least rivaled the Bellabooty now.

She stared at herself, surprised by the newly plumped lips that graced her face. She ran her tongue over them, a soft airy moan leaving her lips before she covered her mouth. "You look like a bimbo! You're supposed to be a role model for little girls!" She was mortified, horrified, angry and aroused all at once. "Who did this to me! I can't face the public like this! My career will be-"

"I want little girls all over Remnant to look at me and want nothing more than to be swollen pregnant whores!"

Her face burned red, the words from her "dream" entering her mind. "Why did I say that! That's awful! I'm supposed to be a huntress not…not…" Her face burned even redder, the memory of her body swollen and heavy with Joan's children making her feel hot and wet.

"Joan would make such a wonderful…father…who is Joan?" Blonde hair and beautiful sapphire eyes flecked with gold entered her mind, and immediately her mind knew who Joan was. "Oh no…oh no I said those things to Joan!"

"I need to fix this! I need to find her!"

So she would. She grabbed one of the sheets and wrapped it around herself, doing her best to cover everything up before shoving the door open. With newfound speed and strength, she shot towards the training rooms.

"I'm not like that Joan! I'm a good girl! I don't…I'm not that easy! I'm…" She blushed, her tongue running over her plump lips again, remembering the nights she'd shared with Nora and Ren. "I'm…We…We…" She shoved it out of her mind. She would figure it out when she found him.

Now if only she knew which room she was in!

Notes:

Sorry for blue-balling you guys again, but I really wanted to write out what was going on with Nora and Ren the previous chapter. I also wanted to explore just how dangerous being in the presence of legitimate divinity is for a normal person. I legit was starting the next chapter where the fun begins and this little plot bunny would not leave me alone. I promise, the next chapter will finally have Ren and Nora getting their guts rearranged like you've all been eagerly awaiting for the last...fuck it's been 9 months.

Ignoring that! I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Again, if you guys have any ideas for fics or even ideas for this fic, feel free to voice them in the comments. Really, I've got ideas of my own but hearing from y'all can jump start the creative juices. Not to mention if I like the idea enough, I might use it for the "What-if" story based off of this one I want to write whenever I have extra time and inspiration. I'm also considering setting up a twitter or maybe a tumblr so that you guys can send asks. Something that makes interaction a little bit easier than the comment section.

Chapter 5: Chapter 5 - Baptism

Notes:

Ren, Nora and Joan have a bit of private time. A bit of truth of the world comes out, and poor Pyrrha still has to wait her turn. Thanks for your patience! I hope you enjoy the chapter!

(As a warning, there is some cum all-the-way-through. For those that aren't a fan of that.)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Joan's day had been a wild one so far. Finding out her Goddess had chosen her as its vessel. Having her body transformed into one of perfection, a futanari built for both giving and receiving the gift of life. She had new aches and wants, desires and hungers. She could feel people's desires, and her body could modify itself to meet them. She could alter materials, create objects and clothing, and even create and alter systems and technology.

Looking at her unofficial eighth and ninth siblings, she knew that she could mold them how she wished. Their souls burned bright, pink and green with a chain connecting them. She could tear apart that chain, and break their souls until they only saw her as worthy of love. She could take them and force their souls into one, creating a fusion of the two.

Or, she could completely twist their histories. Lie Ren to Li Ren, Nora Valkyrie to Thor Valkyrie. Human to faunus, she could even turn them into something mystical. Centaurs, minotaurs, fairies, elves, slimes, anything. In a dark corner of her mind, she could see Grimm features, bright red eyes and black skin, broken masks on faces that looked like Ren and Nora.

She held terrifying power, a gift from a Goddess whose only advice was "Good luck! I know you can do it!"

And yet right now, the only thing on her mind was how apparently Ren wanted to have his prostate absolutely obliterated by her gigantic cock.

"N-No way!" She cried, trying to ignore how Ren fidgeted, or the odd creaking sound that came from under his pants. "R-Ren! She's wrong right? I'm just Joan! We shared showers together and slept in the same dorm!" She blushed, remembering how their time was spent cleaning up after their more active nights. "S-Sure we know more about each other's sexual needs than other teams, but it was never a problem right!? She was desperate for any sense of normality. She didn't want to be responsible for the mental destruction of her teammates, and family away from home.

The heavy blush that covered Ren's face destroyed any such hopes, especially when the scent of cum grew even stronger and he let out a breathy, and submissive moan. "I…" His eyes darted towards Joan's cock, and he licked his lips when it jerked and slapped Joan's tits, as if putting on a show for its admirer. "I used to stare at your dick when you would wash your hair." he took a few steps forward, the creaking growing louder as his meaty thighs fought against his bindings. "I dreamed of getting on my knees and showing you I was a way better cock polisher than Nora or Pyrrha." he cooed, his hands gripping his pants and starting to tug at the cloth.

"Wha-Nora what is he-MMMPH!" Her words were muffled, Nora's phat ass engulfing her face and making her voice nothing more than a muffled protest. The sweet taste of her pussy filled Joan's mouth, pulling a moan from the much larger woman. The taste of such a fertile pussy made her brain hazy, lust overtaking her as her hands gripped Nora's thighs before her thick tongue plunged deep into Nora's pussy.

"OOooh~" Nora's face twisted into an ecstatic ahegao, her brain feeling like it was going to drip out of her ears before she pulled herself back to reality. "R-Renny! F-Fast! Before she-" Her stomach suddenly bulged with Joan's tongue, a loud and desperate moan leaving her lips "F-Fuck she's tongue punching my womb~!" She pushed down harder, engulfing Joan's head in her plump cheeks before she leaned forward and dragged her tongue over the length of Joan's shaft. "C-Come on Renny~" Her fingers trailed over thumb thick veins, pushing on her cock and angling it towards Ren. "You're making your Goddess wait! Such a bad boi~"

Something snapped in Ren. His eyes grew hazy, a pulsing ache filling his entire body as his feet started moving on their own. Each step was followed by tearing and snapping as his bindings finally lost the battle against his hips. With a final tear, the bindings and shreds of his pants fell, revealing wide, broodmare hips and thighs thicker than they had any right to be on a man.

He stumbled forward and shoved his face into Joan's balls, his hips popping from side to side as he let out a lustful groan. His tongue dragged over the tight orbs, drinking down her sweat as his hips popped up and down and side to side in a mating dance more akin to some Vacuan porn star rather than a respectful huntsman. It was a dream come true. Joan's heavy, sweaty balls filling his brain with their potent fuck-musk, burying his calm persona under the weight of the whore that he had been trying to suppress.

Pulling back with a loud ~MWAH~, Ren stood up. "Nora, get off of Joan." He demanded, his voice coming out with an ethereal quality to it. His face had lost some of its edge, becoming softer and more feminine as he tore off what was left of his pants. "I-I want her to see me." He said softly, even as his 4 incher bucked and throbbed, desperate to explode with the gallons of cum his melon sized been brewing all day.

She looked up at her man and smiled, wiggling her hips and squishing her pussy against Joan's mouth before she got up with a wet pop. "I hope I tasted good, but you're about to get the main course~"

She went over to Ren and, pulling his four inch cock into her mouth and sucking hard. Her stomach pouted outward and cum spurted from her nose, her eyes rolling back from the single shot of precum that shot from Ren's tiny cock. She pulled away with a burp, not before moving to his rear and shoving her face between his huge cheeks. Slobbering kisses and lewd slurping filled the air as she worshiped her best friend's asshole.

Ren's hips bucked, his cum-vein bulging with cum that wasn't allowed to release. His moans were light and pathetic, his pitch rising and rising until the feminine moans that left his lips were melodic in nature. "J-Joan please l-look at meeEEE~!" His eyes rolled up as his stomach bulged, his cock bucking and throbbing violently from Nora's arm digging up all the way to her shoulder into his asshole.

"Look Goddess!" Nora cooed, kissing Ren's thicc thigh before squeezing Ren's prostate and enjoying the sound of Ren's broken and slutty moans. "He's already ready for you! He's so stretchy and soft." She pulled her arm out, admiring the plump donut that Ren's asshole had become before giving it a deep kiss. "You're ready, aren't you Renny?" She cooed, kissing each of his fat cheeks before looking up at him.

"Yeeeeesh~" He cooed, looking down at Joan as his pupils violently shook in his eyes. "J-Joan~" One of his pupils shattered, reforming into a bright magenta heart. "R-Renny ish sho hooooot~" He turned and got onto his knees, popping his ass up and down before Nora got down and spread his cheeks, exposing his wet, inviting hole.

"You…you can still stop this. You don't have to keep going!" Joan's mind raced, her eyes locked on Ren's fat ass. "You can…fix them! You don't have to breed Ren's slutty ass to turn him back to normal!" Her cock throbbed, and her balls pulsed, as if arguing against her attempts to calm herself. "Y-You can't even breed boys!"

~You know better than that child.~ Joan's soul jerked at the words, a strangled cry of pleasure leaving her lips from her Goddess' voice in her mind. ~You know what man's true form is.~ Her tongue dropped from her lips as she stood, moving over to Ren and running her hands over his wide hips. ~My sons were foolish to take away a man's ability to bear children. Now though, we will fix it.~

Joan pushed her cock against Ren's puckered hole, forcing a mewling moan from his lips. "B-But I-I'm too big! I could hurt him!" Was her last, futile attempt to convince herself. Surely nearly two feet of pure, Goddess-blessed COCK would destroy Ren!

A giggle was Her reply, another 8 inches suddenly pouring from her lap, angry and riddled with veins, nearly as thick as Ren's thigh and drooling hot precum into his hole. ~Silly girl…20 inches is far too little for a butt-slut like Renny.~ Invisible hands stroked her cock, making Joan moan loudly.

~Besides, the world is-meant to bend under your will!" Nora joined the Goddess' words, dragging her tongue over the thickest vein that ran down Joan's cock. "Now stop fighting! We want this!" She grabbed Ren's hips and shoved them backwards.

~Good girl.~

Ren and Joan cried out in pleasure, half of her cock disappearing into Ren's guts and bulging out his stomach. She couldn't help herself once she felt his velvety insides around her cock. She put him into a headlock with one arm while the other grabbed his hips and she started to pound.

Ren's moans were broken and pathetic, spit flinging out from between his clenched teeth as the bulge in his belly went higher and higher. "Sh-Shoo gewwwd~" He cooed through broken moans, stars filling her vision from the brutal slamming his asshole was receiving.

Nora watched with a smile that bordered on maddened, the bright blue hearts in her eyes only accenting it as she watched her best friend, and soon to be lover be ravaged by her Goddess. Her eyes trailed down between his legs, cooing at the stiff four incher that was an angry red now. His balls were filling the space between his legs, throbbing and jerking upward with each brutal thrust from Joan.

She just couldn't help herself. She pushed her face into Ren's balls, snorting up his ballmusk before she rubbed her nose up against his cock. Even as he was pounded and it bounced against her face she looked up at it with reverence, her eyes moving to the bulge that crept further up Ren's body before she licked his cock.

"Are you happy now God?~" She cooed, rolling her tongue around her God's cockhead, giggling when it throbbed against her tongue and his balls swelled up further. "No?" her hands squeezed his balls and sucked gently on the tip. Her cheeks ballooned and her throat bulged obscenely as pressurized pre-cum was forced down her throat. Her eyes rolled up and her pussy sprayed down the floor, her lips engulfing his four inches as Ren let out broken moans.

She pulled away, swallowing down his hefty pre-cum with a moan mixed with a burp. "F-Fuuuuuck. Sho thiick~" She licked her lips, looking at his cock and giving it a little kiss, one hand gently stroking his thigh while the other gently caressed her swollen belly. "Of course you wouldn't want to waste your cum on my throat." She looked up to Ren, a smile crossing her lips before she slid up his body, making sure every part of her plump flesh rubbed against his own. The feeling of his cock being wedged between her thighs as his belly bulged out against her own made her pussy throb, and when she saw the broken lust in her normally stoic lover's face she couldn't help but lock lips with him.

Joan was pulled out of her mindless fucking by the loving moans coming from her teammates. Her cock throbbed and her eyes dropped down, her heart pounding at the loving make out session going on in front of him. It wasn't enough. Mere lip-locking wasn't enough to the beast that had taken over Joan's mind. Her hands moved from Ren's waist to Nora's massive cheeks, her fingers sinking in before she shoved her hip upwards. Nora pulled away and let out a wild moan, her eyes crossing as Ren's stiff four inches plunged into her sodden pussy, pulling a broken moan from Nora's lips. "Renny?!~"

They didn't get long to adjust, both of them being driven into the ground with a hard thrust from Joan. "Gonna need some help Ren?" She cooed, wiggling her hips and moaning when his soft insides twitched and squeezed around her cock. "Don't worry about that tiny dick of yours~" She licked his neck looking at Nora with a grin "I'm gonna make it bigger than either of you have ever dreamed!"

She pulled back and slammed down into Ren again, reveling in the moans coming from her best friends. Each thrust made Ren's voice break into loud moans, from having his guts rearranged and having his cock driven as deep as it could go into Nora. Nora crooned and groaned, from the overwhelming weight of Joan and Ren's bodies on top of her, and from the fulfilling girth of Ren's cock stretching her, even if it didn't bulge her out the way that Joan's bulged out Ren.

Ren's hips bucked, making Nora moan in surprise as her stomach was forced into a heavy dome by Ren's first load. It was heavy in her womb, sloshing loudly as more and more cum was forced into her. His blasts were loud, coming from her belly in glorps and gurgles. Each load made lightning blast through Nora's brain, her moans turning into babbling and slurred words.

Ren meanwhile was grunting like a beast, his eyes focused on Nora as his hands went to her hips as he rapidly slammed his hips into hers. He even pushed off of Joan so he could thrust into Nora more easily. Joan rolled her hips, moaning as her massive slut-breaker crushed his prostate and forced his loads to come out harder and more voluminous with each pump.

"That's right Ren~" Her voice boomed in his mind, his magenta eyes glowing as her divine words poured into his soul. "Keep cumming! Until every drop you ever could have made as a pathetic excuse for what the Brothers designed is gone!" Ren's balls clenched so hard it hurt, his breaths coming out in hot and heavy grunts. His eyes shut and he let out a keening roar, hilting his four inches into Nora as his back arched so sharply it looked like it would snap. Ren's world turn white, his(her) eyes rolling up as her(his) tongue flopped out. His muscles clenched with each load, his balls trying their hardest to force loads so large they gaped his sore cum-pipe.

Every load forced growth on his body, his balls getting heavier and heavier even as he erupted larger and larger loads. Four inches became six, then nine, then fifteen. From average thickness to a soda can as more and more meat poured from his lap.

Nora's eyes crossed as her cum-bloated belly bulged, her womb stretching around a suddenly gigantic cock that forced open her cervix to deposit its chunky loads directly into her suckling womb. Soon she wasn't visible behind her belly, the massive orb rapidly surpassing a beach ball in size, whose ovaries had swollen and bloated with seed that was seeking out and ravaging every egg they could find. "I'm being bred!~" She cried in a broken and lustful sob, her hands grasping her still ballooning belly, her tongue flopping out of her mouth. The hearts in her eyes pulsed rapidly with every egg that was fertilized by Ren's violent seeding. Soon thick cum poured out of her cunt, drenching Ren's balls in his heavy loads.

Joan pulled Ren away from Nora, grinding her cock inside of Ren with a grin as inch after brutal inch pulled from Nora's pussy. Ren's eyes widened at the sight of his new cock, stretching Nora's gripping lips to their limit. At a foot there was still more, his cock getting stuck around the middle thanks to a less than human addition.

"Ooooh Ren~" Joan cooed, her hands taking his and guiding them to his girthy cock. "What a stallion!" She yanked him back, his cheeks slapping against her hips as a fat medial ring pulled out of Nora's squirting pussy with a wet- *~POP~*! "Such a beastly thing on such an elegant body!" She pulled again, getting on her knees until Ren's cockhead got stuck.

Ren had becoming engulfed by lust, his hands were gliding up and down the nineteen inches of exposed fuck-meat, the dark flesh of his new horse-cock looking mismatched with the fair skin of his pelvis. Steam and fuck-musk wafted up from his beastly manhood, his oversized balls hung heavily in his leathery sac, lurch up into his pelvis with wet slaps as more cum bulged out his cumvein with tar-like shots of nutsludge.

"S-Sho gweeedy~" Ren cooed, Nora's pussy clenching around the flared head of Ren's cock. "Her pussy doesn't want to let me go~!" Her feet joined his hands, using her juices and his cum as lube to trace over and squeeze the thick veins between her toes. She cried out his name, her head rocking back as a mind-rending orgasm tore through her body, her aura flaring when her head cracked the concrete under it. Her eyes rolled in her head, her hands rubbing the sides of her bloated belly as her voice trailed off before she finally went limp. She was trapped under the weight of her oversized belly, loud snoring leaving her lips as the pleasure was simply too much for her to handle.

Ren felt just as drained, his body pressed between Joan's breasts even with his belly still bulged out by her cock. Joan pulled him back, licking her lips when his cockhead popped out of Nora. A thick deluge of steaming cum sprayed out, only letting out a tiny amount before she tightened back up so no more could escape.

"Good boy~" Joan cooed, angling his head gently to see the balloon he'd turned Nora into. "You bred her nice and good…at least octuplets with a load like that." Ren's cock throbbed at her words, visibly thickening in size before firing off a load that coated Nora's belly in even more baby batter.

Ren's eyes drifted to his cock, that massive beast twitching and jerking angrily, thick veins bulging with blood. "T-That's mine?" He marveled at its size and sheer virility. The musk that visibly wafted around it made his brain fizzle and his body ache. His eyes wandered to Nora, his pink eyes glowing as he stared at his heavily bred best friend. "It doesn't…look like it's mine." He looked down, only to be met with his bulging belly.

Feeling Joan's meat twitch inside of him pulled an airy moan as he looked up at Joan "S-So…am I next?" He said with a chuckle, his hands trailing over the bulge of his own belly, looking back at Joan before kissing her chin. "W-What's going to happen to me?" He cooed, rolling his hips and whimpering as she pulled him tight against her chest, his head barely poking out between her titanic tits.

"You're going to become like me." She said softly "Futanari, the way we were supposed to be before the brothers took over this realm. I don't know what you'll look like, but you'll be beautiful I'm sure." She said, pausing for a moment, her lust fading just a bit as what she was about to do sunk in. "I can let you go. I could give you my blessing and send you away to live with Nora, away from mmmph!"

Her words were cut off by Ren pulling her down into a kiss, her plump lips pressing against his as his tongue intertwined with hers. She was surprised when her throat bulged, her eyes rolling back when Ren's tongue grew down her throat. She couldn't help herself then. He'd already made his decision. It would be rude for her to resist it any longer.

She flipped them over, her cock twisting inside of his guts as Ren's back met the cool floor before arching up towards Joan's muscled form. Her hands held his face in place, pulling away while still sucking on his tongue. She savored the sensation of the huge muscle bulging her throat, moans leaving both of them until they pulled away completely. They were both breathing heavily, eyes locked onto each other and the only sounds in the air being their breathing and loudly gurgling balls. Fat ropes of cum splattered between her tits, filling the air between them with a musky smell that made Joan's womb ache. She pulled back her hips, the bulge in Ren's belly retreating only for a moment before she slammed her cock back into him.

Ren's eyes crossed and his tongue flopped with a sloppy moan, his cock firing off fat ropes of cum between her tits. He felt full. She was using him as a sheath, a hole meant solely for fucking. His voice came out in a high-pitched feminine wail, before with another heavy thrust he gagged.

She giggled, wiggling her hips and gently holding his cheeks as he let out a strangled moan. "All the way through Ren?" She cooed, a teasing smile crossing her lips even as her balls clenched up, slapping Ren's gurgling nuts and forcing another load out into her tits. "You're a little freak~ How many times have you dreamt of being speared on some giant dick? How long have you wanted to be used like a broken condom? Tossed aside after you failed to hold in all this cum!" Her teasing was too much. His cock jolted, cum finally firing from between her tits and slapping her chin.

Her mouth shut with a click, her eyes growing hazy and a low, desperate moan leaving her lips. The smell of his cum fried her brain, leaving only her instincts behind. Her tongue grew down into her cleavage and wrapped around his cockhead, tugging on it and forcing it to grow until it popped out from between her tits. "Caaaawk~" She cooed, pushing her head down onto his flared cockhead, her tongue wrapping around it and jerking it off as she sucked it down into her throat. Her hips pulled back and slammed into him again, making Ren throw his head back even as his throat bulged with the monstrous cock that had turned him into a living onahole.

"F-Fuck I'm g-gonna diiiieeee3~!" Ren cried out in a choked moan, his hands gripping his own throat to feel it bulge in and out with Joan's cock. His legs tried their hardest to wrap around her waist, his moans growing higher and higher in pitch. His bulging stomach bulged less and less as his body grew, his waist pulling in even as his hips pushed outward, his hips pushing up higher and higher as his ass swelled up like into a plump heart. "W-Wait s-something's happening!" he cried, painful sounding pops and cracks coming from his body as he grew taller, his now much longer legs easily able to wrap around Joan's waist and pull her closer to her body.

Joan's thrusts were shorter but faster, heavy breathing and animalistic grunting leaving her lips as she pulled her lips from Ren's cock to press her lips against his. His hair started to spread out around them, and his lips plumped up against Joan's. Their tongues fought for dominance, but eventually Ren gave in when Joan shifted him into a brutal mating press. His nipples fattened up, the flesh beneath them ballooning in size to match his own head. Milk sprayed from his nipples, making an even creamier mess between their bodies as their milk mixed with his cum.

His mind was in tatters, pleasure overwhelming every sensation and thought with a thick layer of jizz. His guts were completely rearranged, gaped and transformed into the perfect hole for his Goddess to make use of. Another sensation was burrowing its way into his body, a tingle turning into an inferno in his lower belly. Another heat filled him, a new desire filling him as something finally snapped into place. She pulled her lips from Joan's, her glowing pink eyes corrupted with a multitude of hearts as her wild feminine voice cried out.

"BREED ME!"

Her back arched harshly, hilting Joan deep into her asshole before her brand new pussy squirted. Her cock fired off thick, virile loads onto their faces as a wild and lustful rage overtook Ren. She kept begging to be bred, even as their tongues and lips fought over her own seed, long muscled tongues rolling between their tits to lick at Ren's flat cockhead.

Joan couldn't last long under such a desperate desire for her seed. She hilted deep into Ren's guts and let loose, her moan of pleasure shaking the room as Ren's belly rapidly swelled. The brand new futanari's head went limp, incoherent mumbling leaving her lips as the heat in her womb was dulled by the seed that flooded her insides. Her moans turned into choked coughs, her eyes widening as another brutal orgasm crashed into her before pressurized cum spewed from her lips, painting her face and hair completely white. Five minutes, ten minutes, thirty minutes passed before Joan's balls finally let loose their final salvo, leaving Ren a bloated and broken mess, just like Nora. Her own cock was drooling heavy loads onto the floor, her poor prostate bullied into producing an endless amount of semen for her Goddess to consume.

Joan was leaning against the cum-balloon Ren had become, heavy breaths leaving her lips while the post-nut clarity began to rear its ugly head. "F-Fuck…" she groaned, pulling herself away with grunts as her cock fired off what was left in her balls before leaving Ren with a wet *pop, her broken hole immediately tightening up to prevent any more loss of Joan's nutbutter.

She fell back onto her ass, her arms barely supporting her as she felt the rush of her Goddess' power leave her slowly, the gold in her eyes fading back to her normal blues. She finally took in the room, looking at the now bimbofied training drones, the massive vats of cum that she'd personally filled, and the two cum-drunk balloons that were moaning in the middle of the "training" room. She'd really done a number on the place, and it was with some trepidation (and lustful excitement) that it was only the beginning of her crusade to return the world to how it should be Already the cum and milk that stained the ground was coalescing into another orb, her magic already working without her thinking about it. The room was probably corrupted with the scent of her fluids, likely to begin transforming anyone that entered. Her cock throbbed at the idea, and Joan had to let out a calming breath before she got excited again.

"I need to call Glynda. She can help me clean this up-OW!" Her scroll materialized above her and smacked into her face, plopping into her cleavage before one of Weiss' songs started playing. Grumbling and rubbing her forehead she answered the call and turned on the speaker.

"So I see you've finally decided to have some fun? A shame you didn't breed either of them, but that will be fixed soon enough." An uncharacteristic giggle from Glynda making Joan shift uncomfortably. "Pyrrha is looking for you. You seriously left that poor girl without even fucking her throat? That's just rude my dear girl. Even the training drones got a good breeding...although I'll need to figure out how to explain that to the students."

"You know Aunty Glyn, I almost preferred it when you were acting like my professor." She said with a sigh, looking up at the now beach ball sized orb of fluids that floated there, as if waiting for instructions. "I didn't feel comfortable doing things when she wasn't all there. Ren and Nora were different."

"Y-You bet we were!" Nora followed it up with a thumbs up, with Ren letting out a wet groan of agreement, followed up by a thick ~GULP~ as she forced down the cum that still tried to force its way up her throat. "S-She shouldn't have t-t-oooooh!~" Nora came again, her stomach suddenly shrinking down from the size of a bean-bag to the size of a yoga ball. "Mmmm…S-She should have called us so we could be together!" she cooed, rubbing her belly "Renny bred me so good~ Thank you Goddess for giving us these giiii-OOOOH~!" Her stomach shrunk again, now looking like a heavily pregnant woman as she sprayed down Ren's belly with her femcum.

"Oh?" Glynda ignored Nora's wet moans, too surprised by Nora's words, not realizing that someone other than herself or her "cultists" knew about their deity. "Well that's something I'll need to talk to you about Ms. Valkyrie. That will have to wait however, I'll be down there to-"

She was cut off when the doors momentarily groaned, buckling and twisting inwards before being ripped open like a tin can, reinforced metal shearing apart easily behind the power of the very surprised Pyrrha. She stood there in shock for a moment, looking at her hand before she shook her head and looked up. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open slightly. "O-Oh goodness."

Joan looked over at Pyrrha, her eyes roaming over her new form before she gave her a dumb and embarrassed smile. "H-Hey Pyr!" she said with a lazy smile, already trying to think of something else to say.

"P-Pyrrha!~" Nora's cum-drunk voice came from behind her. "We got Joan nice and warmed up for you!"

"~Cuuuum tastshes shooo gooood~!" Ren concurred, her lips wrapping around her own flared cockhead and drinking even more of her own thick seed, too lost in the sauce to even form a coherent thought that wasn't about cum or breeding or cock.

Joan's hand froze in place, any attempt to try and talk ruined by her two newest faithful. "Um...Sorry we didn't invite you?"

BTGW Side-Story: No Nut November

xhentai203

Summary:

No Nut November.

A sacred ritual to the followers of the Goddess, a silly challenge to everyone else. For one Joan Arc, it's the roughest month of the year. As the Goddess' chosen, she must make it through the entire month, as to fail would be a disgrace to herself, and her deity. Through the eyes of her team, we'll see just how well she handles it.

Chapter 1: Week 1 - The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Notes:

Taking place in a different timeline to the main story, this takes place in a world where the Goddess remained active. Futanari are rather commonplace in this world, living alongside both 'standard' men and women. It's the first part of side stories that run in the same setting as the main story, but are considered non-canon to the main BTGW storyline. In side stories where the Brothers failed to usurp their mother in this timeline, her influence is even greater than in the main story.

Men, women, and futanari vary in sizes from normal to hyper, and everyone is stretchy enough to basically be ballooned with cum or milk. Being the Goddess' chosen still, Joan has kept her true nature secret to keep anyone from deciding that Beacon would best be served as a breeding stable rather than a huntsmen academy. Also, Salem and Ozma got their happily-ever-after, so the Grimm are wild monsters rather than controlled, although they are still dangerous enough to require the academies. Also, Glynda is the Headmistress of the Academy now.

Now before I get any more autistic about the world-building in what's supposed to be a smut-only side-story of BTGW, let's get started~

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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She was a literal Goddess walking among them, a being of such beauty and perfection that the very sight of her was enough to drive most people mad with lust. She'd bred countless scores of women and futanari across Remnant in her mission for her Goddess. Her entire home village, her sisters, her mother, her 'father,' and even a bandit tribe that had the fortune of trying to raid them.

The Goddess was a forgiving mother. They only spent a few years as public relief servers, their bodies twisted and changed to facilitate breeding and healthy children. The men were changed into femboys, made to serve as public sleeves and breeding bulls with all of their masculinity drained into their humongous manhoods. Fat assed little tramps that begged to have their prostates turned to mush in service of their new Goddess.

The Tribe leader, Raven Branwen, had been a particular favorite of Nicole and Juniper, as they reeducated her on how to be a loving mother after the Goddess revealed the terrible truth of her abandonment of her child.

That was neither here nor there, because frankly? Joan Arc had far more pressing matters than the embarrassing moment when she'd have to reveal to Yang that her father was probably going to receive a far more submissive and breedable version of her mother at his doorstep later that year. No, this was far more pressing than that.

To the rest of the world, No Nut November was a silly little challenge, for the men and futa of the world to resist temptation and see if they could get through an entire month without nutting. Most people found it uncomfortable, with walking becoming a bit of a burden after a few days, but with their balls stopping at the size of large cantaloupes at worst. Most children were conceived around this time, and the temple's seed storage was nearly backed up every year from the sheer amount of patrons that would use the breeding mounts to relieve themselves come December.

For Joan Arc, the aforementioned event was a sacred religious rite. The young men and futanari of her village did it every year, a show of perseverance and dedication to producing the strongest, and heaviest of loads for their Goddess. None could ever stack up to Joan, who had proudly stood above them all, her will unbroken and her body ready to breed.

Back home, she had servants and priestesses that would knead and sooth her aching balls. They would milk her, making sure her breasts were never too full of milk. They even provided her with balms and salves that would help to lessen the pressures of the hyper-productive body given to her by the Goddess herself.

At Beacon Academy, she had none of those. No one knew she was the patron of the Goddess, a living embodiment of her power and fertility on Remnant. Here, she was just an especially large futanari, which suited her just fine. She enjoyed not being worshiped, and the anonymity that came with just being another girl.

Unfortunately, it also meant she had no one to help her through the month. She was on her own, and things were already starting to take a turn.

Naturally, her best friend Ruby Rose was the first one to take notice. "Joan…are you sure you're ok?"

"Sure Crater face, I'm just fi-" Loud gurgling and sloshing filled the air, along with a tearing sound as her balls expanded and her ball-bra was torn to shreds. She now holds the world-record for the largest nuts on the planet. Two massive orbs hung to her knees, filling out the space between her thick and corded thighs.

"I-I'm fine!" She repeated, even as a fat shot of pearlescent precum shot through her cocksock and hit the back of another student's head. The poor girl didn't stand a chance. She started rubbing it into her skin and snorting the thick precum like an addict. She was carried out carefully by the staff who slapped a heavy-duty condom onto her cock as she fired off fat ropes in an attempt to breed an unseen partner.

Ruby looked at the poor girl (Mercury? She was pretty sure that was her name) and shook her head. "Joan, you've broken 9 girls now, including her now. It's only lunch time! Your smell is so strong I'm pretty sure one strong whiff of your nuts would instantly impregnate me."

"Ooooh! You should do that!" That earned a gentle bop to the top of Nora's head, courtesy of her femboy boyfriend. "Come on Renny! She's already bred her entire village! Why should we be left out!"

Blake's ears perked up at that, her hidden face glinting with barely contained excitement. Joan was a walking fetish factory, and Blake could only dream that she was capable of half of the things Nora claimed.

Ignoring Nora's whims (and the jealous glints in her friend's eyes), Joan sighed as she pulled off the twelfth ball-bra she'd destroyed that week. It was quickly grabbed by Carlisle Winchester, who began to huff at it in the desperate hopes that it would get her pregnant like Ruby had said.

At least her cock-sock still kept her relatively decent. "NNN Is just being rough for me this year Ruby, nothing to worry about." Another loud gurgle followed her words, along with the sound of her bra straining against her slowly swelling tits.

Weiss stared at her before sighing "That's another thing Arc, it's only the first week and you're growing. Not just those oversized factories you call testicles, but your entire body. You've gained a few inches in height, what must be a hundred pounds in muscle, and even more weight in breast, buttock, and…reproductive weight." She said, trying to remain somewhat proper despite the topic. "While some growth does happen on occasion during this time of the year, there's no record of someone experiencing this much growth all at once!"

"Yeah Breeder-Bae." Joan couldn't help but to grin at the silly nickname Yang gave her. "Dad's done this before, and he only gained a few inches extra on his dick. And that was only one time." She leaned over and touched her arm "It's seriously unfair. I work so hard and you just stop jerking off for seven days and you gain so much." She hefted up her own tits before looking at Joan's and frowning slightly "Gonna need to visit a temple if I wanna catch up with those milk tanks."

"She…does have a point Joan." Pyrrha gently touched Joan's arm, although the gentle squeeze quickly turned into barely contained groping. "This much mass is…" She whimpered before pushing her face into Joan's armpit and taking a deep breath. A muffled, "Oh my Goddess!" drew chuckles from the group. Mistralian gladiators were zealots when it came to worship of their sexual superiors. At least that's what Pyrrha told them when she was first caught pouring one of Joan's trash bag sized condoms down her throat.

They gave her a moment, laughter following her embarrassed face when she finally recovered, her hair a mess and wiping drool from her lips. "A-As I was saying. It is concerning. Has the nurse said anything about it?"

"Other than how much she wished I would stop holding back and just breed the entire city of Vale? She said that although the sudden growth and the rate of growth are far beyond the norm, I'm perfectly healthy. In fact I'm healthier than I've ever been!" She said, lifting her arms up above her head and flexing to prove her point, only for her jacket to explode off of her. With a lewd sloshing sound her breasts sprayed down her friends with a thick stream of milk.

Nora giggled, thrusting her chest out and joking to Ren that she was going to absorb the milk to become a real cow for him. This was quickly followed by Ren's cock slamming into the bottom of the table. Blake had managed to save her book, only for her jaw to drop open to catch as much of Joan's milk as possible. Ruby 'eeped,' blushing heavily as she licked her lips of the delicious droplets.

Weiss blushed before she quickly undid her blouse, imagining herself with large breasts to feed the children that Joan would give her. Yang was shameless, ripping her blouse open so her heavy breasts could soak in as much milk as they could.

Pyrrha meanwhile, whined that it wasn't fair that they got sprayed down and she didn't. She was Joan's partner after all! She then shoved her face into Joan's underboob, happily licking up droplets of milk and sweat while loudly and happily declaring her devotion to the Goddess.

"There's no way it can get worse than this."

Her cock decided right then was a good time to fire off another pressurized shot of precum, hitting Coco Adel in the face. The gold-star lesbian then proceeded to tear off Yatsuhashi's pants and throat the gentle giant's sixteen inch meat mallet like a pro, happily declaring her newfound love for fat meaty cocks between loud ~Glurks~ and ~Glucks~.

"...Right?"

Notes:

I hope you enjoyed this little jaunt into an alternate timeline for the BTGW universe. If I get any other little plot-bunnies like this that don't fit into the main story (or otherwise are just smut without plot), I'll probably write them out like I have here. Also, if you have any ideas for similar stories, I'd love to hear them!

Coming soon! Week 2 from Nora's POV!

Chapter 2: Week 2 - Nora's Nightcap

Summary:

It's the end of week 2, and Nora has to switch out the condoms so that their room isn't flooded. A shame Professor Peach wants them for actual research purposes. Surely she wouldn't mind if Nora just had a taste?

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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Nora was a fan of NNN. Every year, she watched the men and futa around her struggle, some succeeding but even more failing to resist the siren's call of No Not November's evil twin, Nonstop Nut November. She especially loved teasing Ren, starting practically since puberty and making sure to edge him the entirety of the month.

Ren blamed her for him maturing into a femboy rather than a stud, but she disagreed. Sure, he had the body of a submissive femboy. Many a stud had mistaken him for a femboy that was more than willing to get his bussy destroyed by their 'huge' cocks. That was until Ren removed his pants and proceeded to show those 'studs' just how submissive and breedable they were.

Ren was not just a stud, he was a breeding bull. Her teasing and edging had simply made sure his masculinity was focused into the most masculine part of his body. Standing at equal height to Nora herself, with wide hips that matched Blake's, and an ass that clapped just as loudly, his cock while soft hung at a staggering nineteen inches, resting on top of heavy cantaloupe sized spunk factories.

She loved finding him at the end of November with a pile of 'studs,' both male and futanari, bloated and cooing for more surrounding him. His hard twenty seven inch womb-breaker standing at attention and waiting for her while his basketball sized nuts gurgled angrily. Of course, none of them could drain him the way she did, loving every year when she started December with a belly that didn't go down for days.

For Joan? She knew how important it was for her as a religious ritual. Nora was a horny little cum goblin. She loved being smothered by Ren and Joan, happily passing out between their frotting cocks while she listened to the dulcet tones of their gurgling and sloshing nuts.

However, now was not the time to tease her fearless leader. She could see how hard she struggled. Not just in her expression, but in everything that was going on.

"I've heard of blue balls, but I've never heard of it being a full body experience."

~GURGLE~

It sent a tingle down her spine, and from the sounds of her sleeping teammates, it did the same to them. Liquid rushed to fill a condom connected to an industrial pump, thick precum ballooning the condom that had to be replaced every few hours. She got up from her bed and went over to a small pile of unused condoms, opening up the huge packet before making her way over to Joan.

It had been rough going, not just for Joan, but for the rest of team JNPR as well. Pyrrha spent most nights before bed with her face stuffed in Joan's heavy breeding factories, fingering herself silly while moaning out Joan's name. She drank Joan's sweat and milk. She rode on Joan's cock like some kind of perverted horse jockey, grinding her pussy against its fat root and happily flaunting that she was Joan's partner. The fact that Joan's cock had grown large enough for a full grown woman to ride on it was not lost on anyone. Nor that Pyrrha herself seemed to be filling her clothes out a bit more than usual.

Ren wasn't much better off. His balls had begun to swell past their normal limit for November, and he hadn't gone soft for days now. She could tell that he was using his semblance more, trying to keep himself under control. Even then, she could see how he would bend in such a way as to tempt Joan to plow his huge femboy butt (Nora could swear that it was growing, and that Ren was looking just a bit more feminine than before).

If certain music played, he would bop his hips from side to side, and at one point had actually started twerking, stopping only when he'd nearly cum just from the sensation of his fat boi-cheeks clapping (Blake had been disappointed. "Finally, a worthy opponent, our battle will be legendary!" She'd declared from her squat, still twerking as if demanding Ren return and finish their battle).

Nora herself had noticed her clothes were a bit tighter, her nipples were more sensitive and her muscles had become hidden under a soft layer of fat. She'd measured herself the day before, and had realized she'd gotten taller. Sure, it was only an inch, but now she was taller than Ren. Even worse, just being in the same room she could feel how badly she wanted to mount Joan, to have the breeding GOD fill her up with so much seed she'd be immobile.

But if they were having a rough time, then Joan was truly being tested by her Goddess.

Joan had grown even more, much to the disbelief of everyone of their friends. She'd already towered over everyone else before, standing at six and a half feet tall. Now she was well over seven feet of muscle, now draped over a far too small bed that groaned with even the slightest movement.

Her breasts were like beach balls, hanging from her chest effortlessly, although they were firm with milk, which leaked from her breasts constantly and filled the air of their dorm with a delicious creamy scent. Her ass was just as magnificent, as Neo had found out when Joan accidentally sat on her, completely engulfing the tiny faunus woman in thick white cheeks. Poor Neo had to be strapped to a stretcher, the girl had gone feral from being soaked in Joan's pussy juices and had managed to breed her team leader Cinder Fall with her giant horsecock before they'd subdued her.

Considering how badly Nora's pussy was drooling just from being in the same room as Joan, she could sympathize.

Her lustful desires only got worse as she approached the pump, her body aching as she approached the gigantic futa. She stared at her massive cock, three feet of meat that was the talk of the academy. The hard rod bucked, as if showing off for its audience before her urethra bulged, another massive load flowing into the pump. "Ooooh Nora~"

Nora squirted at the sound of her name on Joan's lips, nearly dropping the replacement condom before she shook herself back to reality. "Be strong girl…"

She picked up the small note left by Professor Peach, reading it and following the instructions to replace the condom. "Disable pump…wait for final release…" She looked at Joan, tweaking her nipple and cooing when another heavy load of prejizz flowed into the pump.

She waited another few minutes before nodding, tugging her nipples again before looking at the note. "OK…select auto-seal and wait for the condom to release before detaching from the pump. Please make sure to save samples for research purposes." For once, she actually believed it. Professor Peach, while stacked as all hell for someone shorter than even Neo, was very serious when it came to research.

So she hit the buttons and listened to the whirring of the machine, watching as it let go of its liquid payload with a sloshing plop. Then it was as simple as slotting the new condom into the slot and watching as it was rapidly filled with a brand new load.

She sighed and looked at the sealed condom, staring at the easily opened seal and the thick and steaming precum that lined the rim of it. It was simple, just take the overfilled rubber, and put it outside for the Professor to collect. "Come on Nora…" she licked her lips. "Just…take it out…outside…" the smell got to her, her pupils dilating before she moaned. "Just a taste. Just a lick around the rim~"

She didn't hesitate, dragging her tongue around the plastic seal to taste just a bit of Joan's liquid gold. It was a mistake, she knew that the minute the taste struck her tongue. She had a moment of clarity, knowing that it would be best to pull away and chuck the heavy condom outside, where her mind would be safe from its dangerous taste, one that had already broken many of their classmates.

If one listened hard enough, they would hear the snapping of Nora's mind. Her face twisted into a broken ahegao, eyes rolling up and tongue dropping out before she popped off the plastic seal and shoved her face into the steaming precum. Loud gulps filled the air, broken moans leaving Nora's lips as she drank more and more of her leader's delicious precum.

She coughed, choking on it before forcing herself through it. Her shirt tightened around a rounding stomach, forcing her to pull off her shirt before shoving her entire head into the condom. She should be drowning, but she didn't need to breathe. Not when such divine ambrosia was filling her body. Her stomach dropped low, giving her the appearance of a woman that was heavily pregnant with twins.

Still she drank, even as she felt her mind grow dim, forcing her to focus on the delicious taste that impregnated her mouth and flooded her nostrils. She was stuck in a loop of drinking and cumming her brains out. Soon it was drunk empty, the cum-drunk huntress dragging her tongue over the inside of the rubber to get as much of it out as she could.

She finally pulled away with a pleasured and wet moan, her tongue hanging out as she breathed in the scent of precum coming from her own mouth. Bright turquoise hearts had replaced her pupils, and her mind was riddled with visions of her belly, swollen with both Ren and Joan's children, both her and Pyrrha making out while their lovers pounded even more babies into their already pregnant bellies.

Her belly was massive, far beyond any normal pregnancy and matching the pregnancy of temple priestesses, blessed with seed that was supposedly from a family that was 'chosen' by the Goddess herself. Nora figured that Joan must be related somehow, because if her precum was this tasty, her jizz would be divine by the end of November.

(Un)Fortunately, drowsiness struck her, the sheer liquid weight weighing down her body and mind. She couldn't help herself anymore. She went over to Joan and pushed her face into her balls, taking a deep breath and relishing in another orgasm before passing out on top of her own belly.

As she drifted off to sleep, she didn't notice the creaking of her shorts, or the sudden spurts of milk that were now spraying from her steadily swelling tits.

The rest of her teammates certainly noticed the content "~Moooooo~" She'd let out the next morning.

Notes:

I told you guys I could write something in less than 2 weeks. Honestly, I'm really proud of it lol.

Next is the P of JNPR, Pyrrha! Will our local horny Gladiator resist the temptations of Joan's body? Absolutely not. If Nora had a hard time, then Pyrrha's going to break even harder than she already has. I hope you're all looking forward to it. ;3

Chapter 3: Week 3 - Pyrrha's Loss

Notes:

Well, sorry for the slightly late post. IRL got in the way, you know how it is. It's Pyrrha's turn to get wrecked by Joan's overwhelming influence! Joan's really entered Hyper territory now, and honestly? I was this close to writing all-the-way through this chapter, but I think I'll save that for the main story ;3

Speaking of somewhat extreme fetishes, there's an incest mention and there will be womb expansion in this chapter as a warning to those that don't like it. If you wonder what that looks like, look up Kawahagitei's works. He does it in quite a few of his stories, along with hyper-expansion/hyper pregnancy.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Pyrrha Nikos. 4 time champion of the Vytal Festival, and strongest gladiator in the tournament scene. She was not a small woman, standing at six feet with corded muscle, and a pleasing hourglass shape. You'd be forgiven for assuming that she would be a sexual dynamo, easily dominating her partners and making them beg for her to use them as a tool for her own pleasure.

They would be wrong.

She'd been celibate her entire career. Focusing on fighting and conquering the tourney scene. Her mother, Athena Nikos, and her father, Alexander Nikos, had tried to pair her up with various partners. Massive futanari amazons like her mother, beefy men with dicks that would bulge her so delightfully. Femboys that had been trained to be cum-cows, each of them ready and willing to be her living dildos. Her mother had even offered her own father, and while it had been enticing to her, she just knew that while he would certainly be satisfying in bed, he was not what she wanted.

She'd been tempted each time, knowing she would be well bred and pleased. They were eager to please her, to let her ride them and break them, only to switch to the next toy that she had chosen. Her mother had been the same in her youth, until she'd found a proper cow that could fill and satisfy her completely.

Pyrrha didn't want that. She didn't want someone that she could break, that would happily be broken during lust-ridden nights, only to be pampered and loved during more intimate moments.

Pyrrha wanted to be broken.

She reveled in her victories, eager to get to the next to crush her opponent, to show them why she was considered the champion. At the same time, she wanted to find someone that would take all of her accolades, her trophies, her accomplishments, and soil them.

She wanted them to wipe their cocks off with her diplomas, use her medals to choke her. She wanted them to reduce her trophies to cum containers that she would drink from as her only source of food. She wanted to go into the arena bloated with cum, leaking it while she brutally beat her opponents.

She wanted them to know she was a bitch. She was someone's cock warmer and she was still better than them. She could be a brain dead broodmare, heavily pregnant with a dozen children, and she would still be a champion!

So when she'd caught Joan the night before initiation, brutally fucking Headmistress Goodwitch into the ground, she knew she'd found her soul mate. She'd lost her virginity that night, left a balloon of a woman before Joan politely apologized before disappearing for the remainder of the night (The looks of her fellow initiates at her swollen belly at Beacon's cliffs had been enough to make her cum on the spot.)

It was with those memories that she watched Joan struggle through the doors leading out of the locker room with both anticipation, and just a touch of worry and fear. Joan had grown day by day, and right now, she towered over her. Standing at just an inch below eight feet, she was now the tallest person in the entire kingdom. Every part of her was massive, from her enormous tits, her giant ass that you could bounce entire rolls of coins off of, and a four foot fuck-hammer that was constantly hard and leaking. She'd gotten so bad that she'd bought a plug to keep herself from leaking, only finding relief from the pump that collected her precum every night (That Nora had so rudely stolen a taste of).

The fact that their bubbly teammate had done so couldn't be hidden, considering the massive changes she'd gone through after drinking so much. Absolutely humongous tits that had sprayed milk the entire morning after, and a strange vocal tic (She was actually mooing!) that she wasn't even trying to stop. She'd even gotten more muscular and was now five foot eight! Ren wasn't too happy about her turning into a literal cowgirl, but then again he didn't complain too much when he was getting his fill of Nora's delicious milk.

So now, as she stood before Joan before their turn in combat class, she couldn't help but to plot on how she could get her hands on Joan's creamy precum.

Speaking of, her balls loudly rumbled and roiled, the massive orbs taking up so much room they hid her muscular thighs, and although they hung down to her knees like normal, the sheer size of them in proportion to her body meant that they were so huge they could fit an entire person inside of them. She couldn't help the shudder of arousal that struck her at the thought, knowing just how insane such a thought would sound if she'd told anyone about it.

"You ready partner?" Came the angelic voice of her team leader, pulling Pyrrha from her degenerate thoughts with a jolt. She looked up at the towering woman, whose biceps now equaled Pyrrha's thighs in size. She licked her lips and ignored her dripping pussy as another sort of lust began to set in.

"Always." she replied, her grin turning more feral as the lust for battle began to settle into her body.

Headmistress Goodwitch went through the motions, reminding them of the rules, what would happen to them if they broke them, and of how despite breeding her with five children (which she gleefully showed off with her bare and round belly), that she could still kick their asses in ways they could only imagine if they tried anything stupid.

With that, she called a start to the battle, putting up a barrier to protect the crowd that was watching the bout.

Pyrrha charged forward, ready to do her best against the behemoth that her partner had become. She expected an honorable battle, with blade clashing and shields blocking attacks. She expected things to be like their training sessions had been before Joan's sudden growth spurt.

When the first strike sent her flying, even when she blocked the strike, she realized things were going to be harder than that. Every block rocked her to her core, and every strike Joan blocked felt like she'd just struck a solid wall. She was so massive that she could easily block any attack, and even took some to her body with no real problems.

Her shield had gashes in it now, and even pieces of her armor had been blown or torn off by the blows she was receiving. Even so, the wild smile on Pyrrha's face showed just how much she was enjoying the fight. Even when she was eventually down to just her armored corset, she stood her ground. Aura down to thirty percent, about to hit the red, while Joan had only been reduced to seventy percent (which was still the best anyone had done against her since her growth).

She could tell that Joan was having problems though, not only from Pyrrha's combat prowess, but from her hyper-sexualized body. Her cock was straining against the restraints she wore, metal rings beginning to creak while the "heavy-duty" cock harness groaned and strained against her hardening member. Her breasts were leaking through her hoodie (that somehow was growing along with her) in thick sprays, dousing Pyrrha in sweet smelling cream.

Soon, they stood apart from each other, breathing heavily with the only sounds otherwise being that of Joan's cock harness/ball bra combo fighting to stay in one piece. Joan's eyes were burning brightly, her blue eyes practically glowing with aura before she threw her sword and shield to the ground.

Pyrrha was caught off guard when she was pinned down, Joan having moved with speed that made Ruby seem slow. She was staring down at Pyrrha, her eyes glowing golden. "So fucking full~" She cooed, pulling off her hoodie and letting her beachball tits flop out, sweat and milk drenching Pyrrha and the floor she was pinned to.

Pyrrha tried to struggle, her pride as a champion refusing to let her give up even if being under Joan was her dream. That was until they locked eyes. Pyrrha froze up, a shiver going down her spine directly into her pussy.

"You'll make a good milk tank~" She cooed, hefting up her tits before shoving them into Pyrrha's face, her thick nipples filling up her mouth before pouring gallons of milk into her mouth. Her struggles ended, and instead a muffled moan filled the silent combat arena. Her throat was bulging around the huge amount of milk, and her stomach was already swelling up against Joan's tight and muscled stomach.

The way that Joan looked at her wasn't the kind look she normally gave, it was a possessive one. She wasn't Pyrrha Nikos, beloved partner to Joan Arc. She was a container for milk and cum, meant only for being bred by the Goddess that was her leader. She was being filled up, warmth building up inside of her as more and more milk bloated her belly.

She barely heard the sound of tearing fabric and loud sloshing as Joan's cock tore through its harness, pushing up between her tits and drowning Pyrrha in its virile scent. Her eyes rolled up into her head, all thought being eradicated as she squirted so hard she actually soaked the front row and Headmistress Goodwitch herself.

She was being claimed, altered, made into a sheath for Joan's cock. The smell was being burned into her soul, her brain was being wired specifically to her meat. She bucked her hips, her muffled moaning getting louder as her womb burned and clenched, furious that she wasn't being bred as she was meant to do. Her stomach popped off her corset before truly swelling. She sped through trimesters before she was too big to be called anything but a balloon.

They stayed that way for a while, Pyrrha's mind only enveloped by milk and the tease of Joan's cock hanging just above her head, plugged with a thick dildo with multiple bumps that prevented her from even tasting a drop of her precum. When she was finally released, she let out a deep breath followed by a loud and whining moan.

Immediately the first sign of her transformation was made evident, a bright golden womb tattoo burning into the flesh of her lower belly, drawing shocked gasps from the crowd. She was claimed, her soul engraving onto Joan's and refusing any other lovers. Underneath her milk bloated belly, her womb had grown massively, her ovaries swelling as well to the point that her belly would have a permanent swell to it, with her ovaries visibly bulging through her skin to show her owner that she was ready, and eager to breed.

Joan snapped out of it by then, letting out a worried whimper before quickly picking up her partner and making a beeline for the infirmary.

Pyrrha's last sight was Joan gently carrying her to their dorm to let her sleep, her huge cock slapping her back as she tried to apologize for defeating her in such an underhanded way. "It's fine…" She cooed, her voice fading as her consciousness faded. "Just…make sure you fill me with cum…next time~"

She passed out just before Joan's cock shot out her plug so hard it buried itself into a solid stone wall, followed by a flood of precum. Pyrrha would have been anguished to watch Nora dive in and drink even more of that sweet ambrosia.

Although, to watch Ren do the same, would have broken her mind in a different way.

Notes:

Oh boy, poor Ren is not immune to super-dense prenut. JNPR's team femboy is going to find out what happens when a hyper-virile sex goddess has her poor womanhood ignored for so long. It should take a week or less for me to pump the next chapter out, so look forward to it!

Chapter 4: Week 4 - THE FINAL DAY

Summary:

Ren has a nice and quiet talk with Joan before the end of the challenge. Yep. A completely normal and not horny conversation at all.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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The rock of team JNPR. The ever reliable Lie Ren. Despite his ever-clapping cheeks, and bitch-breaking cock, he was always the one Joan went to for advice and help. He actually enjoyed it, especially since Joan treated him like a brother she'd never had, confiding in him and trusting him with her secrets and fears. From her fears about finding love when she was literally hand crafted by the Goddess to be a breeding behemoth, to how she was going to tell the girls at Beacon she'd already had nearly two hundred children in her home village (a ludicrous number even for hypers), Joan trusted Ren with a lot of things.

He'd comforted her when she'd gone into a rampage and "accidentally" made every faunus in the school addicted to her scent. He'd given her solace when she "accidentally" sent Carlisle through the wall of the combat room when she'd just wanted to show her how strong she was. He'd even spent a night bulging out her belly and bloating her with cum when she'd complained about boys and her fellow futanari being too intimidated by her to approach her for sex.

Now though, after finally giving in and drinking gallons of their leader's pre-nut sludge alongside his beloved Nora, Ren had lost most of his calm demeanor. Every moment was spent eying Joan's heaving bulge, or the swollen and positively sopping pussy between her legs. His cock grew, his hips had become large enough to get stuck in doorways, and his ass was so large that Nora had actually used it as a shelf for her pancakes.

He thought he'd built up an immunity to such things after years of knowing Nora. Every night spent with his cock buried in her tight holes, every erection buried in some dumb 'stud' or bimbo that thought they could conquer him like any other femboi. His asshole hadn't been claimed by anyone except for dildos he bought for whenever his prostate needed a good pounding.

Nowadays he could feel his strength waning since Joan had started the annual November challenge. Her scent, her precum, every part of her had started a transformation that none of them could stop. Nora was a cowgirl, Pyrrha had turned into a bimbo amazon, and Ren was quickly becoming a very, very productive cum-cow.

"I don't know how I'm going to make it, Ren!" A sharp breath and an airy whine filled the air of their dorm, sitting on a newly reinforced bed that still barely held up her 8 foot (they'd given up measuring her height at that point) frame. "I t-thought buying a plug-harness combo would make things better, and they did!" She swore, stopping when a loud gurgling came from her balls. She hissed and moaned, her cock bulging inside of her new heavy-duty harness as her cock tried its hardest to release its heavy load.

Which brought them to her new problem. She wasn't firing off huge wads of precum anymore, not with the heavy duty SDC brand cock plug/harness combo keeping her cock under control. Unfortunately, with that problem solved, the other half of Joan's reproductive organs had gone into overdrive.

So naturally, instead of asking for help from the two people in their team that actually had ovaries, she'd asked him for help while their teammates were out buying new clothes for their transformed leader (and themselves).

"But now I really, really want to get fucked! Guys and girls have been failing this month constantly because of me, and the smell of all of that nut sludge has me so horny I feel like I'm going to burst!"

That was another thing. Joan's kind and polite nature was dissolving under the weight of her overbearing libido. Her lust was transforming her into a beast made for fucking, and getting fucked. She squeezed her huge tits and sprayed milk onto the floor, even while she squeezed her heavy balls between her thighs for even the slightest relief for her ever increasing burden.

Just a few weeks ago, Ren would have given her words of encouragement. Telling her that she was strong and could get through the end of the week. She would be greatly rewarded by her perseverance and show of her strong will. He would tell her that he was struggling as well, that the scent of his three very breedable teammates was causing ruin to his mental health.

The scent of Joan's eager pussy and raging cock was driving the poor femboi to madness. His own meat was straining against the inside of the specialized dust-infused thong he wore. Given to him thanks to Weiss and her connections, it was currently being field tested in durability with how large Ren's cock had become.

His own balls let out sympathetic gurgles before fat shots of precum began to soak into the fabric. "I want to breed her so bad…she'd look good with a big belly full of my kids~" He forced the thought from his mind before letting out a shuddering sigh, doing his best to maintain at least a little bit of his normal persona. "I-It's been rough for us all Joan. I don't think any of us suspected these changes to… spread. "

She paused, looking down at him, her eyes darting to the monstrous bulge that strained against his very tight booty shorts. She licked her lips at the sight before speaking. "S-Sorry Ren. I've been rambling this whole time about how rough it's been for me. How have you been handling it?" She asked with such sincerity, it almost made Ren feel guilty about the lurid thoughts he'd been having about her since he'd entered the room.

Key word being almost. Joan's fuck-musk had long been working to kill the once calm and soft-spoken boi, and her question was enough to well and truly put that part of his personality down for good. Now Ren had become another boi-slut. Dreaming of getting fucked by Joan, while she sported a belly that he would give her.

He sighed, leaning back and putting his slender frame on display. He'd taken off his shirt long ago, showing off his waifish chest with the slightest swell and perky nipples. "We've all had changes, I don't know how, but we've been changing." His hand moved over his chest and down his bulged out abs, resting on the bulge that traveled up past his belly button and disappeared under his ribs. With a soft coo he moved his hands back up from his belly up towards his chest, stopping just below his collar bone and showing her just how deep she could fuck him. "I wonder if your little cum-cow could even take your whole dick~?" He looked up at her, fluttering his long lashes before licking his plump lips.

Slowly, his hands moved from his chest down to his hips, moaning when he pinched his nipples on the journey down before continuing on to his hips and slapping them, letting Joan watch their enticing jiggling with a sultry grin on his lips. "I bet you wanna breed this bussy though, don't you Joan?" The sound of straining leather was all the answer he needed. "Just a few more minutes. Tonight is the end and then you can claim us."

"But really, I'm more interested in pumping you full of kids~" his hands moved from his enticing hips to his crotch, pulling the waistband of his shorts down and revealing the thick and angry root of his monstrous cock, teasing her with a cock nearly as thick as her own. The intake of breath and the needy whine that Joan let out pulled a chuckle from Ren as he stood up and moved in front of Joan with his fat ass facing her, the shorts he wore barely surviving against his massive dump truck of an ass.

With a wiggle of his hips, he slapped his fat cheeks, spreading them and giving Joan the view of his barely covered asshole, and the base of the huge dildo that filled him up. With a slow, seductive sway he pulled his shorts down, the fabric struggling around his hips before sliding down under his cheeks. "Fuck that feels good~" Cooing, he hooked his shorts under his cheeks and jiggled his ass, looking back at Joan before dropping into a squat.

Next came his thong, the dust-infused fabric finally losing its control over his heavy manhood. With a soft plap, quickly followed by a loud one, his cock and balls hit the ground. Massive melon sized orbs hit the ground, his half-hard two foot cock slammed into the ground before starting to harden completely.

Three feet of meat, thick and veiny, masculine whereas his body was overly feminine, Ren's slut-maker (as Nora had dubbed it), had conquered many a man, woman, and futanari. Right now, from the panting that he could hear from Joan, Ren knew he would be able to do the same to her. He wouldn't make it that easy, no, not after the torture Joan had put herself and her team through.

He stood up slowly, his tongue dropping out and his eyes crossing in a broken ahegao as his dildo slowly slid out from his asshole. Inch by mind-breaking inch pulled out of him, his thighs strained to hold himself up from the pleasure, his hands slapping his cheeks and spreading them to give Joan a real view of just how stretchy her new onahole could be.

When the three foot dildo left him with a *pop* Ren cooed and moaned loudly, his boi-pussy instantly tightening back up to perfection. He stretched, making sure to arch his back and really emphasize his huge ass before looking back to Joan with a smirk. "It's almost time~" He cooed, looking at the clock that read 11:55. "Meet us in the breeding rooms. We're going to need the space~." He walked up to her and pushed thong into her face, making sure the precum soaked crotch was pressed right into her nose.

Pulling away, he licked his lips before going to the door. "Don't keep us waiting~"

The door closed slowly behind him, leaving only the fluid-slick dildo and a hazy-eyed Joan.

11:56

Joan's breathing grew heavy, her eyes locked on the dildo that was still smaller than she was, and had easily fit into her only male teammate.

11:57

Milk sprayed from her breasts in thick streams, filling the room with a creamy scent before she simply tore her shirt from her body.

11:58

Leather creaked and metal screamed, the blue within Joan's eyes disappearing to a bright and shining gold, her divinity showing through as her breeding frenzy began to overtake her mind.

11:59

Her ball bra tore, shredding to pieces as her balls dropped low and heavy with sperm, gurgling and rumbling dangerously. Metal broke and leather shredded as her cock began to swell to its full size.

12:00

Four feet of meat tore through its shackles, disappearing into golden motes as Joan's divinity shone through entirely. Veins as thick as her fingers wove over her cock, shining with a light gold through her skin. she flexed through the rest of her clothes, hot and steaming breaths leaving her lips as she stared at the door that her beloved teammate had disappeared through.

Her balls pulsed and throbbed, her womb ached to be filled, and her mind boiled with lust. She could smell them, their wombs and cocks ready to breed and be bred. Her teammates and friends, the students there for the festival. The teachers, the visiting parents, all of them.

If they weren't followers of her Goddess, they would be soon. She was going to make sure of it.

Notes:

Next, is the final chapter! The one where Joan goes on a sexual rampage claiming the entire school as her personal breeding pen! I'm not going to promise a date this time, as life has been getting in the way pretty heavily the last few weeks. Mostly stress caused by unneeded work drama. It's amazing how much that can drain you even when you're not a part of it.

In other news, I will also be posting a request/idea "story" pretty soon where you guys can comment some story ideas for me to take inspiration from. Keep an eye out for that. Hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter 5: Destroy Dick December: The first day of the rest of their lives.

Notes:

If you notice, this chapter isn't anything like the preview I posted! Yeah, that's because I rewrote this a few times. Hopefully it still is to y'alls liking, I'll explain more in end notes. Enjoy!~

KINK WARNING Things get a little weirder this chapter, but that's what happens when a Goddess goes on a fuck-rampage:

Taurification, multi-womb (non-detailed), ear fucking, cowgirl transformation (post transformation), genuinely HYPER cock (6 feet), women so full of cum they've become orbs, mentioned fuckable nipples, mentioned rapid-pregnancy, EXTREMELY brief mention of raceplay.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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It was all a blur to her. Moans, begging, spurting, squirting, sloshing, clapping, cum, cum, cumcumcumCUMCUMCUMCUMCUMCUMCUMCUM~!

Joan's cock erupted, bloating a screaming Emerald Sustrai as she begged for her to impregnate her forever, promising to devote her life to popping out more little brown sluts for Joan to impregnate. Soon she was just a person attached to a sloshing orb, looking more like a used condom than a human being as she babbled and moaned out her worship towards Joan.

"I think she's had enough, my love~" Gentle hands squeezed her breasts even as her ear was gently caressed by a loving tongue. She grabbed Pyrrha's head and pulled her lips against hers, both women moaning into the kiss as Emerald fell off of her cock, landing on top of a bloated Neo with a broken groan as they were both doused in the leftover loads from Joan's cock.

Pyrrha had become amazonian, eight feet of muscle and just the right amount of fat, she looked like she could probably lift an entire Altesian airship without breaking a sweat. Her muscled body curved into an extreme hourglass, head-sized tits and hips that were supported by thick thighs and an ass that she could bounce her shield off of. She looked like a reborn amazon, one of the guardians of the Goddess from ancient times.

When Joan pulled away she was breathing heavily, her lips barely separated from Pyrrha's before she spoke. "H-How bad is it?" She asked softly, only to be answered by a chorus of moans and sloshing bellies.

"Hmm…well at the best, Beacon is no longer a huntsmen academy~" She cooed, trailing her finger over Joan's taut abs "At worst? Everyone's going to be your broodmare by the end of the day." her hand drifted lower, gently pressing on the thick veins at the root of her monstrous cock.

"F-Fuck…" She groaned, her balls rumbling before her veins pulsed golden. Four feet of meat turned to five, then an unreal six feet. "Normally I'd try and hold back but…I just don't give a fuck anymore~" She cooed, licking her lips as she pusehd down on her own nuts with her feet. "I've already run through all the holes here…I need the rest of the building, then maybe Vale~" She groaned, her balls groaning angrily as her cock continued to fill the room with cum, dousing the room in the stench of her virility.

"Don't worry, Nora is already off to find the Head Priestess to assist you in that~" She kissed Joan's neck and smiled, taking her hand and pushing it up against her soaked pussy. "For now though, please Goddess Joan!~" her voice was less controlled now, sounding as manic as the other broken sows that filled the room. "Breed me! Use that oversized god cock to ruin me as a huntress and remake me as your living cock warmer!"

Each word from her once calm teammate made her body throb, her divinity pouring into her more and more. Gold suffused her veins, her body throbbing and growing as it changed to suit the power that her Goddess was giving her. Her cock seemed to grow softer for a moment, moving almost as if a snake would before pushing itself into Pyrrha's swollen pussy.

Her eyes flashed gold for a moment before her belly was shoved up between her tits, her impressive eight foot height barely enough to handle the giant cock that her Goddess had grown. "Y-YESH!" She cried, spit flying from her lips as she rode Joan with a mad fervor "Cocks ish sho geewwwwd! Thanksh you Goddess! I'll bear your divine jizz!"

Joan looked up at Pyrrha before growling, her hands grabbing her fat muscled ass and shoving her down onto her cock. "Dad was right, I'm surrounded by sluts! REN!"

He simply appeared next to her in a flash of gold, his transformation into a bimboi cum-cow now complete.. His lips were fat and wet, in a perfect "O" meant for sucking cocks. His upper body was thin and waifish, any muscle he had disappearing and going into his most impressive features. His cock was four feet long now, thick and far more masculine than Ren himself was. In fact it was the only thing masculine about him now. His hips were even bigger than Pyrrha's, so wide and wobbly that they got stuck in door frames. His ass was a mighty shelf, clapping together with the slightest movement of his permanently tip-toeing feet. He'd obviously been broken the most, either by Joan or Nora, but more than likely both of them.

"J-Joany!" He cried, his voice even more high pitched and slutty than it had been in their dorm. "R-Ren won't tease you any more! So please tu-turrrrn m-m-m-m-e~" He desire to be turned back into a stud was ruined by Joan sucking his cock down her throat, immediately forcing his balls to unleash their mighty payload into his Goddess' stomach.

She drank deeply and loudly, never missing a beat as she pounded into Pyrrha even as she got cumdrunk on Renny's delicious seed. She might turn him back, after a few weeks when she finally came off of her divinity-powered fuck-fury. For now though? For now she was going to make good use of her Goddess' gifts~

She had known that December 1st was always a great day for her. So many youths rutting and blowing their wads into each other or into milking machines that would go on to impregnate millions of women and futanari across Remnant. Grimm attacks and numbers plummeted, and humanity's numbers swelled as people across Remnant indulged in their Goddess' blessings.

So Headmistress Glynda Goodwitch woke that morning with a bright smile, a pep in her step-

"CUMMING!?~"

-and a mind breaking orgasm. Her breasts were spurting milk into the air, her cunt was spraying her juices everywhere, and her already impregnated womb was aching for more and more seed to breed her with. She spent an hour in that state, taking in the cloying breed-stink that had filled Beacon Academy. She would have been content to lay there in her bed, breathing in every divine particle of air and flooding her room with her juices until she completely broke as a functional member of society.

With a kick, Glynda was reminded that she'd already been broken, another moan leaving her lips at the sensation. Being pregnant was her role as the Arch-Priestess of her Goddess, and it had been far, far too long since she'd fulfilled her role. Joan had broken her the first day, her "niece," had shown how much she missed her by pumping five children into her. Only a few months in and she looked to be full term, and she couldn't wait until she would be forced to walk around practically naked because of her swelling body.

So she got dressed, her usual uniform straining around her humongous tits, pelvis shattering hips that swayed and a fat ass that *clapped* with every step. Her blouse stretched around her belly, her popped out belly button poking between the buttons as a reminder of her devotion to fecundity. She would have to make her rounds, to find out just how much her niece had blessed her academy.

Plenty of students were rutting in their dorms, bloating each other and drinking from each other in equal measure with no regard for rest. With a Goddess' scent infecting the air, they would have no need for it either way. However, her first sign of Joan's reproductive rampage had been Team RWBY's dorm.

She'd found them so bloated with cum they couldn't move, forced to simply lay on top of their bellies that had dwarfed their own beds in size. The cum so thick that it couldn't even drip from their gaped pussies. The lingering scent of Joan's raw potent and brutal fuckmusk was wreaking havoc on her senses. Her breasts grew firmer, a pleasant ache filling her as her milk production went into overdrive. Buttons popped as her breasts filled up, sloshing audibly as she walked into the dorm.

With a lick of her lips she dug right in, eating the cum right out of each girl's cunt until she couldn't reach anymore. It was thick enough that she had to swallow multiple times, and with how her clothes started to creak more and more, she could tell it was altering her body to be ready for when she met Joan in person.

She pulled away, licking her lips and dabbing them with a napkin before letting out a loud, steamy burp. "G-Good job girls." She cooed, giving each girl a slap on the ass and smiling when they let out broken moans in response. Joan had been showing restraint here. She was sure things would get more exciting the further she explored.

The further she went on her patrol the more proof of Joan's rampage there was. Women's wombs packed full of nearly solid cum. Fembois and men had their dicks drained, normally goliath cocks and gargantuan nuts shriveled and empty. Futanari had the unique blessing of being both packed full of baby batter, and having their cocks drained completely.

The closer she got, the worse it affected her. Her breasts felt fuller, swelling up with more and more milk until her blouse snapped open, forcing her to pause and moan as milk sprayed out of her humongous tits. They rested heavily on her belly, cream drenching her blouse before her skirt tore down the side. Her hips swelled, pushing past her shoulders in width as her ass plumped up into a large shelf like two beach balls shoved into her skirt. She was becoming a fertile set of orbs, and she couldn't bring herself to be mad about it.

People's bodies changed more. Men had become muscle bound studs, towering over seven feet and what must be half a ton of muscle as they pounded into women that had become like her, huge breasts and hips, wombs ready for breeding and minds utterly ravaged by lust. Femboy's hips and asses had grown, their cocks and balls growing so huge they were left drooling cum-cows, moaning out "Breeeeed!" constantly, as if their cocks had taken over their bodies.

Futanari were in massive breeding piles, their cocks jammed into each other's pussies as they desperately tried to breed each other while being bred at the same time. The poor girl that wasn't penetrated was begging her to find another partner to plug her up with. "My womb ish too embpty!~" She'd cried, even as she pumped another futanari full of seed.

Now that she was in the "Breeding House" as the students called it, things grew even stranger. Velvet Scarlatina was outside, except now she was a bunny-taur, and both her human belly and taur belly were bloated, her four legs draped over a gurgling belly. "O-Oh hey Glyndy!~ Look at what Joan did to me! It's like a dream come true~" She cooed, tugging on her newly humongous tits, giggling dumbly as her stomachs bulged, her active babies already well on their way to being fully formed. "G-Gonna give birth soon!~ Need more room for more babieeesh~"

She was dumbfounded. She knew that the girl was more conservative with her powers, so to think that Joan would alter Velvet this much was surprising. At the same time, she realized she recognized some of the other students that had been transformed into their own fantasies.

Three futanari, almost unrecognizable as their original selves were thrusting into a lone female. Sun and Neptune's lips were locked, their gigantic cocks shoved into the woman's ass and pussy respectively. Their tongues wrestled for dominance while Sage rutted into the girl's throat. That meant the shortstack slut having her belly bulged in all directions was Scarlet, moaning happily at the inevitable impregnation on the way from her teammates.

They had all been men at the start of the previous day.

Coco, the once proud lesbian turned cum-sommolier had become a living cum tank, an almost perfect orb aside from her tits and ass with every hole leaking cum, even her nipples! Ciel, a normally taciturn and quiet girl, was begging anyone that passed by to use her, uncaring of how long they took as long as they bloated her already full womb even further.

Neon Katt had two powerful futanari shoving their cocks into her ears, cum dripping from her eyes and nose, her tongue draped over her chin as she let out broken and sloppy sobs of pleasure, cum pouring from her lips as they filled her head full of steaming jizz. Her hands were held up in double peace signs, an attempted greeting leaving her lips before cum poured from her lips and she was lost to a sea of white.

Her own body was thrumming with divine energy, tingles and powerful ~THROBS~ that caused her to stop walking. She was…softer. Muscles once dense and powerful, now hidden under thick and soft layers of MILFY fat. Her breasts were tearing the seams of her blouse now, and her skirt had split up the side around her thickening thighs and hips. She leaned against a wall, moaning as her pussy sprayed her legs down in cum, her eyes rolling up and her legs wobbling so much she feared she would fall.

"Oh wow Priestess Goodwitch! You're fucking stacked!"

Her eyes shot up, staring with wide eyes at the absolutely humongous Nora Valkyrie. Eight feet of powerful muscle, a cowgirl straight out of a Mistralian porn comic rather than resembling any actual faunus. Three fingered hooved hands, beanbag sized, teardrop breasts tipped with plate-sized areola and fat, jaw-stretching teats. Even her feet were hooved, clacking against the tiles of the floor as she cocked out her hip and licked her lips at the sight of the very horny Priestess. "Pretty hot huh? All I'm missing is an udder, but that would just get in the way of Renny breeding me~!"

She pulled Glynda up from the wall, smirking when she realized they were of similar height "Joan was right, being a priestess comes with benefits. I hope I'm chosen as a priestess too someday." She cooed, pushing her breasts against Glynda's and losing focus for a moment when their nipples pushed hard against each other.. "Moooo~"

Glynda nearly mooed along with her, her eyes losing focus as their thick nipples tried their best to penetrate each other. Her belly pushed up against Nora's flat one, making the girl whine in displeasure at Glynda's superior well-bred form. She wanted it so bad, to feel her tight abs ruined by Renny's beautiful babies!

Glynda's babies kicked, hitting Nora's belly and forcing her to focus. "S-Sorry. Just dreaming of when I'm nice and big like you, Head Priestess." She took her hand and pulled her along "Joan's asking for you to help her with something. Come on, prepping the world for her reign is going to take a lot of work!"

Things were moving very fast for Glynda. She'd been transformed into a walking baby-factory, her students were transformed into their own living fetishes, and now she'd found out that Joan had decided that she would convert Beacon into her own personal kingdom. She tried to speak, but was immediately shut up by the scent of lots and lots of delicious jizz.

It was a scent she hadn't smelled in ages, not since the Goddess had last taken on a host. She felt like it would impregnate her just from the scent, and if previous experience was anything to go by, she knew it would if Joan wanted it to.

The scent in her 'throne' room was even stronger, and it was pretty obvious why. Her throne was made up of bloated women and futanari, groaning and moaning filling the air from their mind-broken lips. Overwhelmed cum-cows and bimbois erupted practically solid ropes of cum into the air, as if their bodies were desperately trying to compete with a superior source of seed. Cum had filled the room, nearly a foot deep and still so hot it made Glynda sweat.

Joan's cock was lodged in Pyrrha, the red haired slut crying out in pleasure as her belly was ballooned like a condom, each load visibly stretching her skin as she was bred with load after load of hyperactive sperm. Her belly had a red hue to it, the skin strained with the sheer amount of seed that was ravaging her eggs.

Joan's throat was bulged out around four feet of cock, courtesy of Lie Ren, the only male in the building. His balls had been engorged to make yoga balls look small, angry gurgles and groans coming from them only to be overwhelmed by the hungry and slutty gulps coming from Joan.

Joan pulled Ren's cock out of her mouth, swirling around his fat cockhead and sliding around his foreskin before she looked at Glynda and Nora. "Ooh good!" she cooed, kissing Ren's cock one more time before letting him down, finally letting him recover as he passed out on top of his balls. Or not, as Nora's eyes lit up with bright pink hearts as she let out a moo of appreciation.

Her hooves splashed through the cum as she skipped over and tossed Ren over her shoulder, lodging his cock between her tits and shoving two fingers into his plump asshole. "Momma's gonna wring you dry lover boy!~" He groaned in pleasure, trying to beg for a break and only letting out sloppy words of broken pleasure, begging for her to milk more out of him. "That's right you love it baby~!" Loud splashing and moans of pleasure faded away as her entire hand disappeared up his greedy ass.

With that, it was just Glynda and Joan, the latter pulling Pyrrha up and cuddling her, one hand rubbing her still swelling belly and the other squeezing one of her massive tits. Pyrrha's densely muscled arm bulged as she reached back to Joan's head to pull her into a kiss, their cheeks bulging with large tongues meant to dominate their lovers.

She pulled away, her tongue lodged deep in Pyrrha's throat. Her pleasured gurgles and gags filled the air, followed by a whorish moan when Joan's tongue pulled out with a sloppy *pop* "J-Joan~" she cooed, her hand trailing over her chin before looking down at Glynda, smug in the knowledge that out of all of the holes Joan had claimed, hers was her favorite. "Glynda's here~"

"Oh!" Joan smiled, gently pulling Pyrrha from her cock and letting her rest, putting her down on the bloated bellies of Emerald and Neo before hopping down. A fat rope flung from her cock, joining the rest of her loads with a plop, holding its shape for a moment before sinking into the sea of white. Her balls were heavy gurgling monsters, filling up the space between her legs and dipping into the cum below. Her cock was 6 feet long and riddled with veins, angry pulsing tubes that fed her breed-meat.

Glynda had to look up at her, the formerly 6 foot something now standing at over 10 feet in height, covered in bulging muscle and smelling of sex and cum, she would have completely ravaged the mind of anyone that came near her. Golden light pulsed through her veins, and even her blue eyes were speckled with golden light. A bright golden crown made of light floated over her head, giving her an air of divinity that she deserved.

Swollen bellies, women turned into living wombs, Glynda at the top, the Priestess of the Goddess training new Priestesses to spread the word of their new living god. All of them pregnant beyond what a woman could safely take, but still walking thanks to the blessings of their deity.

Her Goddess' vessel, Joan, her own belly fat with child, her cock still full of strength and power to breed even the most stoic of futanari. A being of both virility and fertility, easily transforming the world into one of pure love and lust.

She was pulled from her vision by a slap to her ass, a moan leaving her lips that was drowned out by the loud CLAP of her cheeks slapping into each other. Another hand squeezed her breast, tugging on her fat nipple and spraying milk out into the endless sea of steaming nut-milk.

She gently grasped her chin then, her golden eyes looking down into Glynda's with adoration. "Beacon will be my new temple, and I'll need priests and priestesses to spread my blessings." She traced her thumb over Glynda's lips, grinning when they plumped up into proper cock-kissers under her thumb. "Nora is a given…I want you to choose the others as well."

"And I'll reward you the way my Head Priestess should be…" her hand dropped to her belly and pushed down on her plump navel, a low crooning moan leaving Glynda's lips as her babies pushed out against her skin. "I'll keep you fat with my children…starting with that second womb you grew for me~"

The hunger returned even worse than before, her back arching and pushing her belly into Joan's hand. "Of course my Goddess!~" she moaned out, eager to fulfill a duty she hadn't had in a few centuries. "I-I'll scour the world for them, but I'll fulfill this blessed duty you've given me!"

Joan smiled, rubbing her belly before she pulled away. "Good~ You only have to worry about Vale for now though. I don't think I can wait that long to stuff you full of a few more babies~" Her lips met Glynda's, eager moans leaving their lips as Glynda's hand ran up and down as much of Joan's cock as she could reach while her throat was raped and bulged out by Joan's domineering tongue.

When she pulled away she bowed as best she could, flowing pink robes covering her body, leaving her massive pregnant belly exposed. A golden change hung from her popped out belly button, the symbol of the Arcs hanging from it and gently ringing as she turned and made her way through the ocean of cum, uncaring if it clung to her robes or skin. She had a duty to fulfill, and many converts to create.

Joan watched her go with a smile before falling backward into the ocean of her own cum. "Man, I should have done this ages ago." Her cock fired off a heavy rope of cum that slapped her face, her lips open wide to accept her own semen as she started to scoop it onto her body. "Pyrrha!"

The former Invincible Girl was next to her immediately, her amazonian form only marred by the slight swell of her abs, already having processed her divine load into more strength. "Yes Joan?" She cooed, kissing and caressing the six foot pole that stood out from Joan's hips.

"Get me Lady Ironwood." She said softly, licking her lips and tugging on her nipples "I wanna know if the rumors are true about her having a cybercock~"

Thus spells the end of Beacon academy, once a place of learning for aspiring Huntsmen and Huntresses. Now a temple to the Goddess, filled with the moans of lust-broken people, and bellies of pregnant women. Transformations galore, wanton desires given form and shape by a Goddess determined to fulfill them as best she can.