Motherly Transformations: Back In Business

A sequel to the bodyswap story where the boy ends up in the body of a chubby, motherly masseuse on an island full of slutty stereotypes. Unsure what to do, he pursues his new lifestyle as a shitty but successful massage specialist.

Shane went through most of the day exploring the island and making some spare sand dollars. He had a decent stash put together, since apparently just about anybody he dared to offer to feel up would gladly pay for his services. They trusted the chubby motherly figure absolutely, particularly the guests themselves. Shane had gone through a whole batch of college girls on spring break at once, and they had all moaned and screamed over a simple clumsy fingering. The Asian girl had even wailed so shrilly in broken English that he'd practically expected a "me so horny" out of her. He decided he could fit one last customer in before he would settle down for dinner and some more research.

"Yes! Yes! Right there! Just like that!"

Shane was still only massaging her lower back, but Amy was a very vocal customer. She was the scuba diving instructor, as made clear by her wearing her dive suit and goggles over her forehead all the time. She was laid out on the nearby picnic table, her huge boobs squashed enough that the black-wrapped mammaries spilled out to either side under her arms. If she was that enthusiastic about it, Shane went ahead and slid his hands the rest of the way into the back zipper of her suit. Amy's shrill gasps and whimpers grew louder as he grabbed and kneaded her tight ass, tugging it out of the suit so that her booty stuck out into the air. With her halfway out of the diving suit, she looked more like she was in a piece of bondage gear rather than her professional attire. Then again, they were getting harder to distinguish with some of the ladies Shane walked by today.

"Oh gosh! Deeper! Dive deeper!" Amy wailed, her short blonde hair shaking along with her head as she bit her lip.

"Anything you say, hon," Shane chuckled. Whatever was making the women here so thirsty, he was happy to be paid for helping them out. He dropped any pretense as he spanked Amy's ass and started thrusting his fingers into her from behind. Amy went from being eager to full blown fucked silly as she screamed, long and loud enough that she drooled over the table and gripped the wood to brace herself against his simple fingering. She thrust back at pornographic levels until he felt her squirt over his fingers, proceeding to rub the natural lubricant against Amy's clit. He was no expert before today, but he managed to milk a second gusher out of her before she finished relaxing from the first. It was probably a testament to their horniness rather than his skill, but it did his ego good all the same.

"Phew! Guess that's why they call it a wet suit!" Amy laughed, blushing as she sat up on the table. She zipped up her suit, and Shane had to wonder if she was somehow ignorant of her cum being left inside or if the resort's suits somehow planned for this kind of thing. She took her phone out and hit a few buttons, the familiar ping on Katherine's/Shane's phone notifying him of the big fat tip.

"Thanks for the business. Hope to see you again, dearie." Shane smiled at her and wondered if the dearie was too much as he heard a distant shriek. He looked over at the beach itself, seeing a strange but clearly feminine figure com marching out of the waves. She had blue skin, a few meager fins growing from her broad shoulders. She was tall and wore what looked like a primitive sling bikini made from seaweed and sea shells. A twiggy blonde with an over the top boob job was snatched off her surfboard, though she didn't seem to care about the fishy monstergirl until the blue woman had the blonde lifted over her head. Only then did she seem to start shrieking and flailing uselessly.

"Um... is that normal?" Shane asked, pointing at the water and the strange squabble. Amy looked back at him in confusion, and he had to point twice more before turning her to face the problem.

"Ohhhh her. Oh, that's the Tide Queen. She does this sometimes." Amy shrugged as the blue woman put her busty catch on the ground. Her fins spread a bit wider, and from somewhere behind them came a pair of thick, 6-foot long tentacles. Shane had seen enough hentais to know where this was going. "She comes out to find a bride once in awhile, but really she's just looking for a quick lay. She marks them as hers and then lets them go. Kind of a sexy version of catch and release."

"Are... they okay?" Shane muttered, looking between the diver and the molested blonde awkwardly. The tentacles started to vanish into their prey's swimsuit as expected, groping up her breasts and probing around the crotch. The surfer seemed to be rapidly getting into it, much like they did with Shane's massages as she started to gyrate and moan while Tide Queen gave a haughty laugh.

"That's right! Feel the power of the seaaaa!" the apparent supervillain gloated. A pair of girls walked by the scene without looking up from their phones, and a dark-skinned girl in a complete cheerleader outfit went on listening to her headphones until the Tide Queen grabbed her as well, turning one of her tentacles on her. It was hard to deny that they really didn't seem to mind it.

"Yea, we get monsters like that once in a while," Amy went on, as if the word "monsters" meant "light rain." The Mamataur, Bush Fire, The Hypno Gorgon... they do pesky stuff like turn girls into zombies or slime them or silly stuff like that. Frankly, I've had some pushy guests come by who are more annoying than they are."

Shane heard the screams reach a new peak, looking back to see the last of the beach girls entering some shaking that he had started to clearly recognize as the exaggerated orgasms of the island residents (lots of thrashing, shouting, and humping while their backs arched until their boobs threatened to pop out of any clothes they might have on). With that, Tide Queen gave a triumphant laugh and pushed them over as she reeled in her tentacles, pock marks left on the women's breasts and thighs. That must have been what Amy meant by "marking" her victims as hers. The monstergirl turned and strode confidently back into the water. "I have to go now. My home planet needs me," Shane muttered, shaking his head at the absurd scene. "Well, thanks for the info, Amy. I think I've got some research to do. Maybe grab a little dinner."

"More than a little, by the look of you," Amy giggled, poking Shane playfully in his soft belly. "But seriously, enjoy your stay."

Shane stopped off at a ramen shop, putting in a few orders on his phone (tv, some game systems, new clothes...) before starting to look over his phone. Sure enough, apparently every week or two there were some monstergirls showing up, harassing some of the locals before wandering off to wherever they came from. There were a few entries on the news for the island's logs. He tried contacting Miss Masters about it, but went through two secretaries just to get to a voicemail. She was a busy, tiny woman, apparently.

"Excuse me. Miss?" Shane looked up in surprise at the person who had approached her. For one thing, he had been initiating most of the conversations that day (which backed his "in a video game" theory), so being spoke to startled him a bit. Second, it was a man. Shane hadn't seen a single male since he'd come on the island (except maybe one of the horses or dolphins), and while he'd enjoyed himself drooling over the eye candy, it was assuring to see any other guy on the entire island. He was tall, and what Shane could imagine being called good looking. Dark straight hair, very thin beard that lined a strong jaw, and something of a tan he'd expect a person who lived on an island to have picked up. He had a strong build to him, despite wearing what looked to be a lab coat and simple shirt and slacks underneath it.

"Oh! Yea. Sorry. What's up... dearie?" Shane tried to salvage, forgetting his age for a moment.

"I'm sorry, but I had to come talk to  you. I've been looking for a woman just like you."

"You might be the only one," Shane scoffed, eying the pile of chicken wings he'd polished off (to no end of comments from his server whenever she refilled it). "But I'd be glad to help another level head."

"Yes, well, things are obviously a little strange around here..." the other man smiled awkwardly, looking over his shoulder at the waitress wearing an apron, thong, a maid headpiece and nothing else. "I'll admit that. But I was looking for someone more... mature. More experienced."

"Uh huh," Shane said with a noncommittal nod. "So did you see my rates on the website, or is this you trying to... get to know me better, let's say?"

"Oh! Well, I mean..." The man muttered, averting his eyes as if he'd just noticed that Shane had enormous tits and thighs that could swallow up his head. "No, I would... I'd love to know you better, but... ahem. Let me try again. I'm Dr. Robert Tokatsu. I run the research lab here on the resort."

"Oh. Good to meet you. I'm... Katherine." Shane caught himself quickly this time about the name, wiping his hands off on a napkin before shaking his hand. "What do you research? Don't tell me you're responsible for the... well." He held up his phone with the latest entry on a sexy green witch who attacked the island with her clothes-melting potion.

"No! No, but I'm glad you bring that up. I mostly do work with the police, or specifically, the security force that protects the island. Unfortunately, they're not properly equipped to deal with those kinds of threats. Not yet, anyway." He smiled and nodded away from the table. "Would you mind coming to the lab? I've got something I think would look perfect on you. I'll even pay your rates, if that'll convince you," he laughed playfully.

Shane did genuinely like the guy. He wasn't about to give him a happy ending, but he spoke a hell of a lot more clearly than everyone else, and had a decent head on his shoulders. If he was going to learn anything, it was probably from this guy. "Oh, I've got plenty of customers today. I'll humor you. I always wanted to be a scientist. Well, more of a video game tester, but still..."

Shane had a number of ideas what he had meant. It could have been an excuse to get him in sleazy lingerie, or test out some lust drug on her, or maybe even sic some Frankenboob monster on him, but he was apparently the good kind of eccentric scientist. The devices and chemicals he showed him were all innocent enough, if a bit silly. Healing serums, permanent suntan lotion, anti-mind control helmets, submersible robots, and vaguely hi tech things like that. When Dr. Tokatsu offered Shane a shiney, scifi watch, he put it on and found his real reason to be here.

There was a flash of red light, and when it faded, he was wrapped up in skintight spandex. It was a bright and flashy red one piece, some see-through orange visor floating in front of his eyes. He had a loose helmet stuck on top of his head, thin and not very well-secured but enough to let his hair hang out the back. Shane couldn't even see behind him at his size, but he could feel that the costume was a thong back from how it rode up on him. He felt the urge to adjust it, but it fit so comfortably. Even the big oval on his chest that showed enough cleavage to hint at areola gave him a surprisingly appreciated draft. The spiral pattern right on his nipples felt like a bit much, but he could have seen it going a lot worse.

"How do you like it?" Daniel asked proudly. "It's my Security Emergency Needs Tactical Autodefensive Intuitive suit. SENTAI suit, for short, naturally." Shane stopped checking himself out to frown over at him. "I know. I like puns. So why not? Fun with acronyms and all that. But despite how it looks, it provides a natural force field, enhances your strength to double it with reflexive nanofibers, and a bunch of other technical jargon I won't bore you with right now."

"That's amazing. But why don't you use this to fight the monsters?" Shane asked, hurrying back out into the hall to view himself properly in the full length mirror. Some of his curves poked out unflatteringly from the spandex's edges, and it drew a lot of attention to the nipples.

"Well, I'd like to. But... the word 'nano' there might be a bit misleading. It takes a lot of fabric to be able to house the tech needed to operate that many subsystems. None of the other officers are... built to fit inside this big of a suit."

Shane blushed as he realized the implication, but Dr. Dan avoided meeting his gaze. "So... that's what you meant by a 'woman like me?"

"Over... 150 pounds," Robert muttered. avoiding Shane's gaze and rubbing his arm awkwardly. "It's not my fault every other woman on this crazy island has a model's figure."

Shane would have said porn star (even the muscle beach chick, if you counted the fetishy videos), but that worked as well. "So... that's it? I have powers now?"

"To an extent," the doctor went on. "The main weapon will be in your mammarian glands. Your body's natural biology will produce a pacifying agent to sedate enemies until we can..."

Mamarian... it took Shane a while to remember that word. It didn't take as long to remember when he bumped into somebody on the street while they were looking at their phones, and the wet stain that had mysteriously appeared on his nipple. "So my breast milk makes people tired when I'm in this suit?"

"To... be blunt, I guess."

"Please do. I'm not real big on science words."

"Basically, when you're in costume, you'll be the one person strong and durable enough to face off with the monsters long enough to placate them, where our security officers can carry them off somewhere for safe keeping."

"But why?"

"Because of the suit. The built in skintight forcefield..."

"No, no, dummy," Shane cut off. "Why are you so dedicated to stoppping the monsters? Why not... I dunno... stop coming to the island where monsters keep attacking? This can't be worldwide."

Dr. Tokatsu frowned and nodded. "Well, they're a menace, for one. Always molesting, brainwashing, trashing property. It's a real blow to customer morale and the budget, if nothing else." Shane rolled his eyes, remembering the women's squealing orgasms on the beach. It sure didn't seem like THAT big of a problem to them. "Plus, it's kind of cool, right? All these inventions I've made to help out the resort, but this is my first one that can actually, legitimately fight crime." He smiled at Shane proudly, as if he weren't wearing the equivalant of a sling bikini. "You HAVE to agree that's cool, right?"

He had a point... this was kind of cool, even if kinky as shit. "Besides, I'm not expecting you to run a charity here. You can do your massage business, and when we'd need you, I can hail you on the watch and I'll pay you for stopping the monsters. You'll get 75% of anything Miss Masters pays me for it, plus a bonus whether you win or lose."

"I dunno," Shane muttered awkwardly. He looked down at his body, jiggling his boobs around for a quick test. He swore he could hear a wobbling noise mixed with a bit of splashing around. Curious to test, he squeezed around one of his nipples. There was a sharp sound of some kind of air pressure shifting as a little bullet of pure white milk shot across the room and hit the opposite wall 50 feet away. Shane raised his eyebrows at that. The guy wasn't kidding around.

The lights started flashing red and an alarm went off overhead. Dr. Tokatsu looked up at the ceiling before back at his guest. "Well? Willing to give it a test drive?"

Overlord's Harem Part 2: Baruun the Orc

Another part to the Patreon-picked story; when "lord" William finds more trouble in his little piece of territory when the orcs view him as their chief and one of their warriors seeks a specific ritual that must be done by him.

Nitka made for a very pleasant houseguest. The little kobold took up one of the guest bedrooms (where I carefully made sure the previous tenant's booby traps were disabled). It was apparently roomier and cozier than anything she'd ever been in, to a point where she was too excited to sleep during her first night in the castle. I sent a runner to find her some finer clothes (the dwarves knew some traders who would deal with us), since the few laying around were far beyond her size. She did her duties quite eagerly, carrying messages and interpreting for her kind and tending to my needs when there was nothing to be done. I spend the next few evenings with her moaning as she rode my hardon, her soft bottom and curling tail slapping against my hips.

Then some idiot tried to sneak into my land from the Western border. A few days after I'd met Nitka, some treasure-hunting party came poking around after the rumor that my predecessor was dead, or the gold traded by my dwarven subjects, or some shit like that. Who knows? They're dead now. They thought they were sneaky by moving around a flank, with most of the orc tribe at the more obvious entrance of the Southern pass. It's more obvious from up in the tower that orcs spread themselves out, creating several smaller villages to prevent that very thing. Marcus came clanking back into the throne room to report their victory.

"LORD WILLIAM! THE ORC SAVAGES HAVE SLAIN ANOTHER PARTY OF ADVENTURERS! SOME WERE WOUNDED, BUT NONE KILLED!"

"I see. The adventurers?"

"OH NO, MY LORD! THE ADVENTURERS ARE VERY DEAD! ONLY THE BARBARIC ORCS HAD WOUNDED!"

"Ah. Good. Marcus, could you stop calling them savages, please?"

"WHY WOULD THAT BE, M'LORD?"

"One followed you home." Marcus' skull spins all the way around on his spine with a rusty old creak. There was a scarred orc woman behind him, somewhere in her adulthood but the exact age unclear. She has her arms folded, which are as thick as hams and swollen with muscles. Her skin is a muddy shade of green, dark like swamp algae and dotted with scars and tattoos that tended to accumulate on the adults. Two large handaxes are on her hips, and a long, jagged, curving sword across her back. Most of her clothing is assorted bits of metal and leather straps, as if orcs had a scarcity of metal and fabric but an abundance of belts. A skull of some beast is mounted like a belt buckle at the peak of a loose loincloth, centered between broad hips and two thighs that could break open a barrel. Two studded, scratched up pieces of metal were strapped tightly to the front of her full bosom, clearly to protect her heart more than any pretense of comfort. She had full lips that bore thick, sharp tusks when they moved in the right direction. Three gold studs were punched into one of her short but pointed ears, and one more in her slightly raised but stubby nose. The mountain of a woman is topped off by shaggy, coal-black hair tied back in a ponytail, and signs of the rest of her hair being shaved off at the sides.

Marcus' reversed skull nods backwards. "YES, LORD WILLIAM! SHE SAID HAD BUSINESS!"

I sigh and gesture him away. "Thank you, Marcus. Your loyalty is only outdone by your stupidity. Go see that the wounded have what they need." Marcus' skull twisted back into place before he saluted and stomped off again.

"They'll refuse," the orcess finally responds in a soft but rough voice. "They will never show weakness to the walking bone."

I raise my eyebrows at her, the hood down again today. "Is that what they call him? I kind of like it."

"It's not a compliment," she grunts.

"Oh, I didn't think it was." We share a smile, even if hers it a lot more lethal-looking than mine. "So what's your business? I don't want to waste your time, and you definitely don't want to waste mine."

She raises a fist, then thumps it twice on her breast. It's a kind of salute they do, but I don't know if the chesty orc knows how much that bounces her tits around. Then again, if I were leading the orcs (which, you know, I am), I'd try to encourage that kind of behavior too.

"Baruun the slayer, chief," she introduces in her smoky voice. I really do lose track of all my titles sometimes, but I'd apparently earned the title when the local chief challenged me for authority over the land. He was ashes before he'd properly raised his sword. "I must ask for my tarra midur."

I hesitate as she looks at me expectantly. "Baruun... I'm not sure if you noticed, but I'm not an orc..."

"You are, chief," she cut off. Bold, but polite for orcs.

"I am?" I ask expectantly.

"You hold the rank of leadership. Orcs are not made by blood but by deeds and rites," she goes on. "Even our newborns are not true orcs until they have been properly initiated."

"Interesting." I'll remember to add it to my resume, but decide quipping right now isn't going to get me anywhere. "Well my point is, I was not raised by orcs. I am not sure what a midur is."

"Tarra midur," she corrects me again. Much more vocal than Nitka. "The war brand that marks my fifty avenging deaths for the clan. It must be granted by the chief himself."

Ah. So their body mutilation rituals. No one's quite sure which land or god created the orcs, but they are clearly invested in fighting and pain as a part of their overall culture. I wave a hand, floating a quill and scrap of paper in front of her. "Shouldn't be a problem. Can you draw it out for me? I can have you in and out in no time."

Baruun seems puzzled by the display of magic, but she does as I ask. She ends up handing me the page with a few thick lines that seemed to slash through a rectangle. Easy enough. "And where does this go? Just wherever I can find the space?"

"By my vaoul, my chief." She catched onto my blank stare quicker this time and raises her big, booted foot onto the arm of my throne, lifting her loincloth. There's a pair of small scars, wave-like lines just beside her green and pink womanhood. Its placement near my chest lets me smell the aroma of fresh sweat and the outdoors radiating off of her thick, slightly opened labia and defined abs.

"I see... very clearly. And will a mark do? Like a tatoo?" I could easily just give her a stamp of the pattern with a few seconds of magic. She shakes her head.

"Only scar. By the chief's hand."

I guess asking Marcus to do it with a branding iron is out of the question, but the proposition is interesting. At least she's showing some loyalty. I had to blast a few orcs who voiced a challenge the first few months I was in charge, so the respect was a welcome change.

"Very well. Not as quick as I'd hoped, but let's get you comfortable." I escort her a short way to one of the open guest rooms. I can only assume the last owner was the mad type that welcomed adventurers to stay the night and sent in magic, assassins, gas in the vents, and that sort of thing, because he has a lot of empty rooms. I have her lay on the bed and strip down, wearing nothing but her various studs and piercings. I find one more in a thick gold one ending in a dull hook that's pierced through one of her dark green nipples. She spreads her legs as I pull a seat in front of her, rubbing my fingers together a moment until they warm up. I focus the heat into a red glow and start to carefully trace my finger along her thick flesh. The skin itself is soft, but even her inner thighs hold more muscle pushing back at me than I have anywhere on my body.

She hisses softly as her flesh sizzled, but I smell her musky pussy more than anything else. It’s slow going to get anything deep enough since her skin is thicker and tougher than I expected.I feel her twitch and wince now and then; better than I would deal with it, but clearly not something comfortable. She has his stern but vulnerable expression on her thick features that makes me offer her a little distraction, at least.

"So fifty kills for my clan? That must be a lot."

"It took time. And many battles," Baruun seems to agree. "I forced my way to the front lines to throw myself into my enemies."

"I see. And what did you atone for with these kills?" She hesitates. "You say it was to avenge someone. What happened to them."

Her hand reaches down and rubs her leg muscle a few inches from where I'm working. Her thick, short fingernails rub over the wavy lines I saw first. "Husband. And child. I was not there to protect them from an attack."

"Can't be helped," I try to assure her. "All the strength in the world won't help if you're not where you need to be, and nobody will tell you where that is."

Her brawny body lifts and droops slightly as she breathes a deep sigh. "I need to be there for my clan," she insists, but it sounds like it might have helped a bit. "With these kills, I have proven myself worthy of forgiveness. I am a proper woman again."

"Really? With no dishonor intended, you looked like quite the woman before I heard about any of this."

"The waves, they show my unreliability."

"Sounds a bit harsh to do that to you."

"I asked for them. Even with my redemption, I don't know if a mate will have me again."

I pause to cool down my fingers a little and let her have a moment's rest. "How long did you say you had these?"

"Twenty moons. Two winters," she explained.

"And you're telling me that this brand left you un-matable for two years?" She bites her lip, which makes me wince just from seeing it with those sharp teeth, but she nods. "Poor thing."

"I was unworthy," she insists, but I rub a hand over her crotch. She gasps as I feel her warm, slightly loose pussy lips, brushing them gently with my fingertips. Her various muscles tense and twitch anxiously, but she stays perfectly still.

"I wouldn't think so. You seem loyal and honorable. I could stand to see more orcs like you, Baruun."

"You honor me, chief," she says, but it comes out in a quick, held breath rather than the firm and polite tone she probably intended.

"My pleasure," I assure her. I rub my fingers to indicate I'm ready to move on, but I keep my other hand gently rubbing over her privates. Her breathing grows more deep and intense, and she never protests or whines. If anything, she spreads her legs wider as if to invite me in. It makes her lips part a bit further as her thick leg muscles slightly pull at the surrounding flesh. For all the magic I have, seeing her so willingly vulnerable and submissive makes me stop to readjust my branding finger. It feels like petting a tiger and realizing that it purrs.

I spread her lips with my fingertips and see her big round breasts puff up higher and larger as she breathes deeper. I venture inside with two fingers, and a harsh, husky grunt comes from her a moment later. I hesitate, but she whispers back "Keep going." She's a bit larger inside than I expected from a human, and exceedingly warm. Thick, wet juices offset the heat, and given how thick her hide is, it's hard to think the fire in my fingertips is to blame. Then again, when I lift my fingers from one of the slash marks, she gives this intense, labored breathing that I can't help but consider sexual. It's as if she gains as much arousal from the brand as the fingering, or that they're part of the same act to her: all a part of reclaiming and celebrating her sexuality.

By the time I'm done with the brand, Baruun is sweating and giving off this sort of grateful, labored breathing, as if she proudly just finished running a marathon (she was certainly built like she could, anyway). I snap my fingers to dismiss the heat, meeting her eyes from beyond her mountainous breasts. "You did very well, Baruun," I praise her gently, resting a thumb just next to her singed flesh as a reminder while my fingers still pump rhythmically inside of her. "Very strong, and very brave."

"Thank you, chief," she pants, a hand brushing over her breast before she pulls it back with a guilty expression on her face.

"You're proud of your deeds," I point out to her. "That's good, isn't it?"

"Our tasks are for the tribe," she says, eyes fluttering as I keep teasing her clit. It's hard enough that I could take her pulse on it if I wanted to. "Not for ourselves."

"Well it pleases your chief to see you enjoy yourself," I state calmly, easing my fingers out of her as I admire her powerful but feminine frame. I sit up to remove my robe and slide down my pants, mounting the bigger woman. "And you serve your chief so dutifully, I think you deserve some reward."

Her eyes light up as I slide inside of her. She's looser than expected, as I mentioned, but it's easy to maneuver inside her and rub directly against her clit. Her body vibrates under me with her deep groan. I find her a bit too tall to kiss easily; I hold it deep enough inside her to kiss her full lips, but more often I have to settle for groping and sucking on her big pierced tits. Her swollen nipples are delightfully sensitive, apparently the orcish toughness not universal when it comes to their sex organs. She has this look of her mind being blown when I pinch and pull on her jugs and the piercing golden hook, the dense orbs stretching out just slightly from the pressure put on her tender tips. It makes her grip my arms in her calloused hands, forcing me to hold her this way as she humps harder back against me. My entire body bounces from her thrusts, a lazy wizard not exactly built to mate with a 200+ pound she-orc.

"Seed me, chief," she huffs in a low, husky voice. "Give me strong heirs. Strong sons and mighty daughters all..."

"Earn it," I mutter to her, not so much a power play as it seems to be what she wants to hear. She's craving a strong mate after her years of abstinence, and I move to match her thrusts as she grunts and flexes like she's working every muscle in her body to fuck me harder. I'm balls deep into the big woman when she feels me cum, my fingers digging into her breasts a bit harder. My moan comes right before her high-pitched wail and a gush of her own juices, mixing with mine as she floods her inner walls. She moves like she's in an earthquake, and my arms ache from how hard she squeezes them. That's quickly replaced by an overall crushing sensation as she grabs my back and pulls me into a bearhug, forcing me to keep my dick inside her and my face buried between her breasts like two firm, sweaty pillows.

It's either another testament to orc stamina, or just two years of buildup, but it feels like she orgasms for most of an entire minute. I remember hearing from a drunk farmer that pig orgasms last for half an hour, and the comparison has been made between the beasts and orcs before. I don't quite have the brain cells in order to make the comparison at the time, but she cools down eventually as her thick fingers run through my hair.

"Oh how I missed that," she coos in her chest-rumbling voice, hearing each word vibrate out from behind her breasts.

"Glad to help," I pant, not minding the mild aches and bruising I received in the process. I give some light kisses against her breasts in the afterglow, just beneath some tribal tattoo that followed the curve of her mammary. "Something you'd consider doing again?"

"As my chief commands," Baruun vows dutifully, even while my manhood is stewing in her cum.

"Not because I command it. Do you enjoy it?" This seems to surprise her, but she nods after a second's thought. "Good. Because so did I, and I have a proposition for you."

Baruun moving in is a bit more of a to-do than Nitka was. She has a lot more weapons, trophies (mostly teeth and horns of things), animal skins, and other possessions to bring into the tower. I let her keep the room where we slept together, and she vowed on her life to act as my resident representative to the orcs. When I introduced her to Nitka, Baruun scoffed and dismissed her. Clearly not a threat to her or her mate, I guess.

"You've taken another mate?" Nitka asked me with a puzzled look.

"Something like that. Is that a problem?" I could get another if I had to, but I didn't want Nitka taking a job that would make her upset.

The kobold just shook her cute little head. "No. I'm just surprised you didn't have several wives already." She trots off as I piece together that kobolds are polygamist, and Baruun doesn't seem to care as long as she serves her chief. Good to know.

Southern Valley Sexfight High Part 2: Challenge To The Club

A continuation of the Sexfight High storyline, where grads go to become various professional sexfighters. Third part's coming to the Patreon this month, so can expect it on here after a couple months.

Annie had officially signed up for the sexfight club, along with Bonnie and Juanita. She hadn’t exactly saved the club since the team needed five to compete, but it was a start at least. Bonnie proved to be an interesting friend. It wasn’t that she wasn’t the brightest. The big chubby girl had spent a lot of time around Vanessa VonFawkes, which would make anyone a little soft spoken and uncertain. Vanessa hadn’t taken Annie’s invitation to join up and prove herself, but Samantha wasn’t overly surprised. “Bitch’s guts are as fake as her tits,” she explained. “If she doesn’t have the jugs to show up, then she’s not worth it. I’m sure not chasing her ass down.”

“I’d chase it just to watch it jiggle,” Juanita giggled, sitting back on the weight bench and using it to rest rather than work out. Annie was sitting with Bonnie, sharing a bag of Salty Bitch potato chips.

“You’re one to talk about jiggling, Juanita,” Annie teased, which prompted the Spanish girl to roll over and wiggle her booty at the rest of her team.

“What can I say? I’m the team’s best bootler.”

“Bootler?”

“Yea. It’s the word I came up with for my position on the team. It’s half booty, half battler. Bootler.”

“See,” Annie sighed, gesturing with both hands at Juanita. “At this point you’re getting into anti-jokes… you can’t just make up words and that’s a joke.”

“It’s a joke as long as it makes somebody laugh!” Juanita insisted.

“Yea,” Sam confirmed sternly. “But nobody’s laughing.”

“I am!” Juanita defended.

“So,” Bonnie finally cut in. “Is this what we do at the sexfight club? Just sorta snack and chat?”

Samantha pointed at the chubby former bully with a nod. “I like this girl. She gets to business. We train and talk strategy, that’s what.”

Annie shrugged. “And spar sometimes, right?”

Sammie frowned. “Well… yea. I might not have had any regular members in a while to practice with.”

"Well? Whatya say, captain?" Annie offered. "You want to show the new kids how it's done?"

"I'm not the new kid," Juanita pouted. "I've been here longer than you."

"Well I've known what I've been doing for longer. I was watching my mom's championship fights before I could talk." They had been fooling around with the weights a bit earlier, but it wasn't Annie's thing. Straight up fighting? Now that grabbed her.

She stepped out onto the wrestling mats on the one side of the room, pulling her top off and tossing it aside. Samantha had been stripped to her sports bra for a while, so she went right to her shorts.

"You want armored or unarmored?" Annie offered. The other two looked puzzled before Samantha took off her bra. "Unarmored. Only way to go."

Annie shrugged and joined her in stripping down to the nude.

"I bet my lunch on Annie," Juanita whispered as she sat down by Bonnie.

"But lunches are free."

"I know. I just wanted to say something cool like that."

"Alright. Pick your starting position," Samantha offered as they stepped within arm's reach.

Annie raised an eyebrow at her and smiled. "Mean it? You'll regret it..." She set her hand on Samantha's inner thigh while the darker girl rested her hand passively on her breast.

"And... sex!" Juanita chimed, the girls both flew into action. Samantha roughly squeezed and pushed on Annie's tits as she raised her hands to both of her boobs at once. Annie countered with a quick stroke of her inner thigh before delivering a light but swift slap to Samantha's pussy, putting her off-balance enough to grab her thigh again and use it to flip Samantha to the mats. Annie got behind her and wrapped her legs around the muscular girl's. She couldn't get the heavier Sam to roll over to her back, but she at least spread her out to reach down and start fingering her. Juanita cheered while Bonnie just leaned in to watch eagerly as Annie got her fingers on either side of Samantha's clit.

"Knew you liked it rough," Annie panted in the struggling Samantha's ear before nibbling on her earlobe. "You're all swolled up already down there."

"No I'm not," Samantha huffed, and Annie saw the edges of a smirk show up from behind her face.

"Really? Wow... you really ARE packing heat down there, aren't you?"

Samantha turned sharply enough to get on her side, pulling Annie's legs off of hers with her powerful hands. She turned enough to kiss Annie on the mouth, the two squirming and bucking for position. They thrust out their hips to slap into the other girl when they could, vying for position until Samantha ended up muscling her way on top. The sweaty black girl reached for Annie's crotch, but she saw it coming quick enough to clamp her knees around her wrist and keep her from it. Sam pawed around there, but largely cut her losses as she leaned far down and sucked on Annie's nipples. The brunette hissed softly, eyes fluttering at the teasing as she pulled at Samantha's hair, ineffectively trying to pry her off her chest.

That was when she really felt it. Samantha's grinding and shuffling on top of her had wound her up enough where her impressive clit got even bigger. It rubbed against Annie's belly, even protruding from the dark girl's wet lips when it reached what must have been the size of her thumb. "Ohhh, holy shit," Annie cooed as the moment dawned on her. Samantha grinned and grabbed her hair, helping hold her down and steady as she went on licking and biting her breasts aggressively.

Annie writhed and bucked beneath her, unable to move the heavier girl more than a quick bounce now and then. What looked like helpless squirming however proved to still be getting Samantha wet, eventually feeling herself sliding smoothly against the young prodigy's stomach as if she were oiled over by her natural lubricant. Annie flashed her a sweet smile behind her bedroom eyes, confirming Samantha's suspicions that she had planned it all along. With her heavier weight pressing all down on her core and hips, Samantha was doing half the work for her by being trapped in her own hold.

Samantha finally rose up, but realized that Annie still had her other arm between her legs. Annie twisted sharply and knocked Samantha onto the mats again, bracing one knee down on Sam's hard bicep and leaning down to her hips. She committed both hands to forcing one of the black girl's legs open, exposing the protruding clit to the open air of the gym. Annie leaned on the one leg to keep them from closing like a beartrap between her might legs, allowing her to bury her face into the dark-skinned muff and sucking loudly and wetly. Sam moaned loudly, trying to reach across her own chest to start fingering at Annie's crotch. She made some progress, but she was working at a weird angle and with Annie's foot starting to tease her nipples with her toes. It wasn't long before Annie locked her lips around her clit, bobbing her head to suck it like her own personal Push Pop while she fingered the flesh just beneath it.

Samantha grunted and gave a quick, hot spurt of cum into Annie's lips and face, unwillingly signalling her submission. The two girls broke off, panting and sweating on their backs as Annie rubbed her groin to slowly start calming herself down. Winning meant all that buildup and no release. Juanita cheered and whistled while Bonnie just grinned and clapped. "Wow, nice shit, you two," the ex-bully praised. "You're a real league of your own."

"Still lost," Samantha puffed, sounding a bit disappointed but by no means mad. "You really are legit out there on the mats."

Annie smiled as she wiped some sweat from her brow. "Power bottom strategy. Some girls like being in control, so you let them think they are to make them hornier. Some advanced stuff, but handy if you know how to use it. But not your fault. You said it yourself, you haven't had anyone to spar with in a while. You've got some amazing potential in you when you know where to aim it." Annie whistled as she glanced towards Samantha's vagina, the bulging clit still poking out from her lips. "Cuz seriously, you need to aim that thing somehow. I'm not even sure how you'd pee with that thing in the way."

The girls giggled and Samantha nodded. "Yea, she's a beauty, huh?" she boasted, stroking her pussy and tracing the fleshy bud with one finger until she shuddered. "What made you sneeze, though?"

"Made me what?" Annie tilted her head as her senses came back to her.

"Right around the end there. When you grabbed my arm, I heard you sneeze. Thought it was my sweat smelling or something."

"No... I mean, yea, you do have that," Annie corrected carefully. "It's nice though. Real natural. But... one second." Annie stood back up, still naked as she went over to mess with the rack with the dumbells. The girls watched her fiddle her hands around... doing absolutely nothing but pretend to do something. After a few seconds of this, she spun around, grabbed the door to the club/gym and flung it open.

Two identical-looking, light-skinned Asian girls fell through the door and landed at Annie's feet. They were of slim builds, but with round perky boobs stuffed behind their t-shirts. Their jugs wobbled around freely to show there was no bra holding them in place. They both had glasses and wore short skirts that flashed brightly colored thongs, one purple and one green, that matched the color of their glasses frames.

"Fak!" one cursed as she pushed the other off of her.

"Sexfighting ain't a spectator's sport," Samantha growled, stepping over to the intruders.

"Technically..." Annie said with an unsure wave of her hand.

"The CLUB isn't," she sighed in reply.

"Oh! It's Yu's!" Juanita blurted suddenly.

"You who?" Bonnie asked, turning to her.

"No you. Yu's!"

"Holy Mary, Juanita, we don't need your jokes right now..."

The Spanish girl hopped off her seat and pointed at the girls. "No, I recognize them from Anatomy class. They're the exchange kids from Japan, Fak and Suk Yu."

Samantha frowned at the sexy pair of twins who boosted themselves to their feet. "Knowing who helps, but I'm wondering why they were here."

"We're just watching," one girl insisted, fixing her glasses as she stood back up.

"Most folks pay good money for that," Annie teased, and stepped up to the duo, proudly naked as she stuck out a hand. "Annie Snatch. You probably heard of me with the bullshit from yesterday, but nice to meet you."

"Fak," said with the girl with green frames as she took the hand.

"Suk," added the one in purple, shaking her hand by taking it from her sister.

"I'm gonna pretend that was you two being polite," Annie grinned back. She was surprised when they giggled at what must have been a variant of the oldest joke they'd ever heard. "Really clever of your parents, though." When Sok started to roll her eyes and explain, Annie cut in for her. "The two Japanese empresses who fought in the War Of The Romantic Three Kingdoms, after their sister refused their ceremonial orgy for the year. Great fighters, so must have been a real honor to be named after them."

The twins stared back at her, but Suk nodded slowly. "Yes... actually. Impressive."

"Yea, well... I read a lot of history and mythology. I'd be bored to tears in Sexfight History if Domsley didn't make it so interesting. Come on in." Annie gestured to the room, even if it didn't have any seats so much as a number of workout benches and mats. They sat cross-legged on one of the unstained mats while Samantha gave Annie a strange look. She wondered why Annie was inviting the snooping girls into the club room, but Annie winked back at her. "So, you two are into sexfighting, are you? Any good at it?" Aha.

"Of course we are. We're in Southern Valley for the sexfight curriculum," Fok answered matter of factly.

"We were going for the teamwork track. And you know how much they like twins and siblings for that," Suk pointed out.

"Yea, must be nice knowing what you're doing with your education," Annie sighed. The teamwork track was for people willing to commit to some form of partnership. Like they said, lovers or sisters who were close enough in age tended to sign up for that line of schooling. Tag team and group fighting were standard for the course, as well as a bit of management on the back end of things. Definitely useful to have around. "Ever thought of putting it into practice?"

The girls traded questioning glances. They weren't saying no, but they clearly had their doubts. "Well, we don't want it to interfere with our studies. And we've heard about the curse..." Suk started.

"So have I," Annie said with a shrug. "I like a challenge, and I'm pretty sure the bunch of us are stronger than some curse." Samantha had to smile at that one.

"And you haven't got much of a team right now... numbers-wise. Most schools have at least seven, if not ten," Fok added.

"You two would make it six. That's a pretty good start for my second day here, right?"

The girls met each other's eyes, and Annie was pretty sure twin telepathy was a myth, but they were definitely contemplating quietly. "And you think you can win it all?"

"Freshman finals, at least," Annie said with a proud smirk. "Quote me on that, Sammy."

"Then fight us." The twins sat up, and almost autonomously removed their glasses, passing them to Fok who neatly folded them and set them on the edge of their bench. "Two of you against two of us. If you can beat our level of teamwork, I think we're convinced it's worth the effort."

"No need." Annie stepped away and picked up her shorts, smacking Juanita on the bottom while she was down there. "Juanita can take them both."

"What?!" Everyone looked up at that, especially Juanita.

Annie went and sat back on the workout bench, taking another of Bonnie's chips before rolling the bag shut to keep herself from eating the rest. Sometimes her self-control went beyond holding in orgasms. "I said you got this. I've seen your moves. I got a read on them. You can beat 'em by yourself."

Junita scurried over to Annie with a nervous smile on her face. "Uh... Annie? I might have never had a serious sexfight before..."

"Juanita..." Annie said consolingly, resting a hand on her friend and roommate's shoulder. "I don't believe you've had a serious ANYthing in your life. But this? You can do this. Just use your head a little. You're smarter and tougher than you think. Just..." She tugged on Juantia's hair, pulling her head down and whispering into her ear. Juanita comically raised an eyebrow as she listened in.

"Really? So..."

Annie clamped her fingers together, cuing her to shut up. "Yes. And don't spring it right away. Wait for the moment, then knock em dead."

"Thanks, Annie," Juanita said, flashing her a genuine smile rather than the bright bit of sunshine of a grin that she usually had. It made Annie smile a little brighter herself than the usual grin (or groan) that Juanita used to get her out of her own funk.

"So? Underarmor or unarmed?" Juanita asked, cracking her knuckles as she stepped out to the mats.

The twins giggled at her slip up on the phrase, but dropped their skirts and tossed off their tops to expose their smooth and hairless bodies. "Unarmored."

"See? I like these ones too," Samantha muttered, folding her arms as she sat naked next to Annie.

"So... why Juanita?" Bonnie asked, giving Annie a curious look.

"You'll see. Just enjoy the fight," she assured, leaning back in her seat. She spread out her legs and started to rub herself, readying her body to do just that. She was still all pent up from her fight with Sam, after all. “Annnd sex!”

Suk and Fok split up right away, moving in quickly as Annie had expected. Juanita may not have seen it coming, but she reacted instinctively. When they each grabbed one of her arms to try and drag her down, the Spanish girl whipped her hips to one side. Her proudly jiggly butt slapped into Fok's crotch, getting her to gasp and pull back from the surprising bump to her groin. Suk pulled to try to compensate, but Juanita's hips bucked back twice as fast into hers. Suk gave a sharp gasp and clutched her crotch as the chubby cheek smacked into it, recoiling from the first swing as if Juanita were dancing at the club rather than fighting.

"Careful now!" Juanita chirped teasingly. "You're up against the team's number one buttler."

"What?!" Fok grunted in confusion as she started to regroup.

"It's a word I made up!"

"That's a real word, Nita!" Bonnie called to her.

"What? Bootler?"

"You said 'butler!"

"Oh shit, right. Did I really say that?"

Juanita was distracted enough that Suk was able to lunge forward and wrap her arms around her middle, trying to fling her to the mats. Juanita flailed her arms to stay up for a few seconds, but Fok pushed her breasts to knock her the rest of the way. Juanita twisted as she fell, so while she went down the direction Fok wanted, she landed with her butt smacking into her sister's face. Suk gave a muffled grunt as the Spanish girl's naked butt landed on her, and Juanita wasted no time in grabbing Fok around the knees. She pulled her forward and buried her face into her pussy, gladly kissing and licking away at the Asian's snatch.

Suk managed to push Juanita off of her, making the bottom-heavy girl tumble forward and drag Fok down with her. She held onto the twin's legs and kept her face buried inside her, holding her legs up in the air as she licked the moaning girl. Juanita ended up on all fours and Suk pounced onto her back, grabbing her by the breasts like a pair of handles. It turned out to be one of the worst positions for her to be in, since Juanita just had to lean forward and then thrust her hips back like a bootylicious bullet. It knocked Suk clear off her feet, Juanita leaning back and grinding her curvy butt against Suk's pussy while still kissing and stroking her sister.

Both twins cried out, but pulled back. They both rubbed their damp pussies, trying to take control of their own sexuality again as Juanita braced for more. "Come on, doublemint twins. I can do this all day. And don't get me wrong, I'd totally love to."

The Yu's were starting to get why Annie seemed so confident. Her heavy hips and slippery maneuvers made her a hard target to surround, making it easy for her to play one twin against the other in terms of blocking. The sisters caught each other's eyes and lunged in again on their knees. Juanita locked up with Fok from the front, who locked her legs and lips with the Spanish sexfight student. Suk came from behind once she was tangled up, wrapping her legs around Juanita's waist and reaching around to grope and finger her.

"Theeeere we go," Annie sighed, starting to masturbate a bit more rapidly as Juanita moaned and pawed at their legs. "They do know their stuff. Oldschool Chinese Fingering Trap technique. Push on one end and the other gets tighter."

"So you knew they were going to double-fuck her and still sent her in?" Sam asked incredulously.

"Well sure. What do you think I talked to her about?"

Juanita finally felt them locked in deep enough to make her move. The girls were both humping, groping and kissing at her body, committed to their all out attack as they rubbed their warm privates against her from opposite sides. Rather than push at one or the other, Juanita grabbed one of each of their ankles and suddenly sat up, rolling to one side like Annie had told her. She pulled each legs towards the other sister, using the momentum of their thrusts to force them to trib with each other. The girls gasped, but Juanita kept pulling and holding onto them.

The twins wailed and squirmed, but the identical pussies had been locked together like they had on so many nights practicing in their bedroom. The fact that they were being forced into it by one girl overpowering them added something to the moment, and Juanita's unfamiliar pacing and angle just added more. The girls stared at each other longingly as they tried to fumble their way out of the double hold, but ultimately shuddered and bit their lips before tumbling back onto the mats.

"OHHHH FUCK!" Annie shivered herself as she squirted over her spot on the bench, sighing contently. "Alright, I needed that. Sorry. I meant 'we have a winner' or some shit."

Juanita jumped up, fists up in the air. "Woo! Double-fucked like a Twix bar, bitches! G.G., you two!"

Fok pulled herself up before helping her sister do the same. "I... didn't know you were that skilled. Juanita, was it?"

"Yup! But it wasn't skill, really. Annie just told me some tricks before we started. Mostly the leg thing though, and just to keep dancin'."

Annie wiped her fingers off on a towel and shrugged. "I saw you dancing to your ringtone this morning. I knew you had it in you when you used your booty like that."

Bonnie shook her head as she smirked at Annie. "Are you just like a sex robot under there or something? You just scan everybody just by watching us walk or dance or whatever."

Annie smiled, though more modestly. "Mom and sis... kinda put me through a lot when I was young. Not like in a bad way or nothing, but instead of times tables and movie nights, we watched classic fights and talked about stats. It makes things easier for me, I guess, so that's handy."

"Speaking of handies, I think you two made us a deal," Juanita said, grinning over at the twins.

The Yu's looked to each other and smiled as well, nodding in agreement. "We did," Fok agreed. "We would be glad to join your club. We have much to learn from you, Juanita-san." The twins were already staring with admiration at the Spanish bootler.

"Actually, my last name's Cono," Juanita corrected.

"Cheeky little bitch," Annie scolded, sitting up and slapping her on the ass.

"If I weren't so cheeky, I wouldn't have such an unbeatable booty," Juanita giggled back, wiggling her hips playfully.

"See? This is why you don't want to go learning just from her," Annie said, jerking a thumb at Juanita. "You'll end up turning into a pun monster. Maybe practice with captain and Bonnie a little. You're going to want to make sure you get used to singles matches if you're ever going to get anywhere in group fights."

"Well, rehydrate first." Sam tossed them two bottles of water from her mini-cooler, but they drank from the same one anyway.

"So we did it?" Bonnie smiled proudly. "We made a real team? We don't have to close down because of not enough members?"

"Doesn't mean we should stop recruiting," Annie pointed out. "But yea. We're official. Miss Climex is gonna cream her panties when she hears about this."

"She's not going to be the only one," Samantha pointed out, the dark-skinned nudist stepping up to the others. "We're going to leave a whole trail of girls squirting themselves. 'All the way to the finals,' was it Annie?"

"Team like this?" Annie looked over her group so far with a proud smile. A big-clitted workout fanatic. A chubby goon. A big-butt jokester. Study-centric incesty twins. And a lazy-ass knowitall prodigy. "Yea. We got this."

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