Hex maniac X egg addict cynthia

[21:51] The Hex Maniac was out of breath hoisting this godforsaken wagon filled with Pokeballs and accessories all over the place. Why did the champion’s room have to be so high up? Hex was really fond of her new little side business, but house calls were the low point of it all. “Hex’s Massages” had had a horrid time getting off the ground. A few woman signed up to try the service out, but past her first customer, no one was brave enough to try her little service out. All except for the mighty champion Cynthia whos trustworthiness and faith in good will decided that “massage” her first customer received was just a freak accident and that Hex was worth a second chance. Oh how wrong she was.

Hex opened the door to the Champion’s room, waving at the girl. She tired to yelp out a greeting only for her exhausted state to finally register with Hex, quietly drowning out the greeting “HE-HUFF… HUFF… H-hello!.. GASP” she greeted the woman. Hex was badly out of shape. Her shapely figure and above average tits were all thanks to a life of slightly overeating with zero exercise. 5 flights of stairs were more than enough to send her sweating like she’d walked out of the shower. She hoped her smell wasn’t obnoxious as she started to fiddle with the wagon behind her, getting ready to start her little service.


[22:03] Egg addict Cynthia lounged as she waited for her arriving massage therapist, the sound of squeaky wheels and gasping breaths a clear sign that her masseur would soon arrive. Cynthia, the champion of Sinnoh, mightiest of trainers in all the land, well, occasionally these days anyway. It seemed that the region was awash with trainers of incredible might these days, trainers who indeed have the mettle to go toe to toe with the league champion, a far cry from when the best challenge she’d had was a ten year old from the sticks. So the Pokemon buff had entered a sort of retirement these days, coming out to challenge and strut her stuff when she felt the urge to battle again, now most often spending her days lounging, vacationing or training with her own pokemon.

And what a form her breaks had given her! whatever Cynthia was doing, its effects were not to be dissuaded, as the once waifish and slim form now gave way to an utterly preposterous woman. Fat tits, if they could be called that, were well beyond the size of her own head, the weighty tankards sagging here and there within the confides of her outfit. That old iconic garb seemed to strain and shudder with every motion, as Cynthia now sported utterly massive hips, thick legs and slightly meaty arms to boot, a form of opulence and a sense of hedonism radiating off the occasional champ. She quickly brought herself up as she heart Hex enter her chamber, the busty woman lifting herself off the couch, setting aside a thing of chocolates and making her way over, every step causing her form to quake in some way. “Ah, hello dear! the masseur I ordered, correct? We don’t have many hex maniac’s in sinnoh these days, I do hope our shores have been treating your new business well~"


[22:18] The Hex Maniac: "Eh?” Hex replied, her head spinning to greet the woman. Oh jesus, was that really cynthia!? She had read stories about her being a svelt, charming young woman not a… not a mountain of tantilizing flesh ripe for business. Hex blushed as the woman’s tantalizing features overwhelmed her for a second. Her hand reached for the cloth covering her wares as she tried to speak up “W-well, lately I haven’t had many customers, but I’m sure that’ll all change after word gets out the champion enjoyed them!” she responded. she tore the cover off of the little wagon, unveiling a cavalcade of Pokemon barred up in cages with additional tools to the side. “Hex’s Massages takes that extra step for a true, authentic, wild massage! We utilize 100% wild Pokemon, completely untrained, to satisfy out lovely customers!” Hex opened up a cage and pulled out a long, slender Dragonair. “So, this is the first part of the massage! A bit of time with this wild dragonair. Want to give it a pet?” Hex asked, thrusting the thing forward as it wrapped around her arm.

[22:32] Egg addict Cynthia cooed as she saw the girl stutter and stammer, the nervousness in her voice and words utterly adorable~. Cynthia approached and listened to the girl’s services, rather impressed by her audacity, using wild pokemon and all. Admittedly Cynthia wasn’t much a fan of the cages, but Hex’s menagerie seemed content enough, so who was she to complain! The pokemon champ was all too happy to take the dragonair from the girl, the coiling, serpentine pokemon easily wrapped about her arms, a dainty hand coming up to run across the dragon types head. “Goodness, such a lovely creature~, I’m impressed you’ve managed to collect so many wild ones! Dragonair in the wild are incredibly rare from what i’ve heard! You must be an incredible trainer to have managed to tame it without a pokeball!” Cynthia continued, terribly impressed as she continued to pet and scratch the blue dragon, eyeing up both it and Hex with equal measure. “It’s good to see trainers like you out and about, it does me proud as the sinnoh champion to see such determined youths and their loving pokemon~"


[22:42] The Hex Maniac was flattered by the woman’s kind words. "Th-thanks! They’re so loyal because aa…. aaaahaaa… t-they love their work!” she stammered. “G-go on dragonair, g-get to work!” she said, flinging the thing at the champion suddenly.

In an instant, the thing uncoiled and loosely positioned itself on Cynthia’s neck like a winter scarf. Using its horn to lift and navigate the woman’s clothing, it pried beneath her heavy black coat, accessing the tended naked skin below her undershirt. The dragonair began to vibrate its tail, slowly and sensually washing over cynthia’s shoulder blades, spine, and copious recently grown back fat. In no time at all, the champion was absorbed in the wondrous flow of the monster, caught in complete relaxation as her tension melted away. She didn’t even notice the dragonair reposition itself around her waste, going lower and lower…

It took until the head of the monster was pressing against cynthia’s vagina did any alert spring back into the girl. The oily, snake monster used its dull horn to gently spread the lips of the woman’s pussy, pressing its face against the champion’s cunt. It’s front half started to struggle, attempting to dig its way into the human womb…


[22:53] Egg addict Cynthia gasped as she felt the pokemon worm its way beneath her clothes, her back arching as the cool, slimy scales of the beast soon made contact with her own ample flesh. Soon the massive thing’s silhouette was visible beneath her outfit, the coiling beast writhing underneath and pressing up against all manner of fatty, tender skin. Soon Cynthia began to moan, a whorish, utterly debased sound that seemed rather curious coming from the normally proper woman. And it wasn’t the only sign of her pleasure, as soon her chest, covered as it was, began to show signs of stimulation. Fat mounds upon already fat mounds formed at the tips of those torpedo tits of hers, fat as a fist and rather prominent as they tented the champion’s clothing, an absolute far cry from normal, sensible body proportions. Just what had brought the champion to this state was unknown, as even the most seedy tabloids had yet to find reason for this odd transformation.

It was only when that dragonair’s massive head began for force its way past pleated, glazed labial folds did cynthia snap back to attention, once more gasping, and…shuddering? as she felt the beast begin to worm its way into her skin. The thick outline of the dragon type was fully seen beneath her clothes, tail exposed behind her head while the massive girth coiled her form, now ending at Cynthia’s crotch. “G-goodness! I think y-your Dragonair has gotten a bit curious dear~, ehehe~” Cynthia crooned, somehow making light of the fact that this massive dragon type was now worming head first into her cunt.


[23:02] The Hex Maniac was too preoccupied drooling at the site of the Champions freakishly thick nipples erecting themselves. As delicious as it was to see a star like this so easily aroused, it was a clear sign that Cynthia had grown… more experienced since retirement. Hex’s drooling goofy face turned to a mischeavous smile as she heard the woman’s oddly calm plea for help. “O-oh no!” Hex said feigning shock, drawing closer to the woman. “I-I can still stop it, one sec…” she announced, unbuttoning the woman’s pants. “I-I just need a clearer view o-okay!” she added trying to justify her actions. She exposed the woman’s crotch to get a full view of the monster. Its full head was in now, it position undeterminable from the unchanging pattern of the monster. The dragonair was digging far into the woman’s expansive cunt. “Uh-oh! It’s going in really far! B-brace yourself. It looks like it might take up residence in y-your womb very s-soon…”


[23:12] Egg addict Cynthia: “My womb?! O-oh my!” Cynthia exclaimed, slowly running her hands along the beasts massive form writhing beneath her clothing, Not so much stopping it as…was she still petting the dragonair? Of course, when hex got a full view of the Champion’s crotch it was quite an interesting sight indeed! Her cunt, its mons puffed up and rather massive seemed to accomadate the dragon type better than one would expect, with spread, darkened labial flesh showing the slightly weathered cunt beneath. Of course, having this exposed crotch also meant that her ass, a generous, obscene thing, was free to the air, fat globes of flesh that there utterly unblemi….wait, no wait that was wrong too! Instead of a pale, totally unscathed rear, it was clear that the Champ had had some Tattoo work done! Certainly unseen by hex, tally marks and hearts had been plastered across those to fat cheeks, along with ovoid shapes scattered here and there, showing that the dear Champion of sinnoh had been up to…curious buisiness. “W-well, we’ll deal with him when we need to, th-the dear should be fine up there~” Cynthia stammered, trying to steady her now swaying form so as not to fall on either the pokemon or its owner. “Now, whats next for your massage treatment dear~"


[23:23] The Hex Maniac was growing suspicious of the champion. At every turn, the woman had shown off how thoroughly disgusting and hyper sexualized her once fairy body had become, reacting to something as obscene as a fucking dragon crawling up her cunt as something not to worry about. Was… was she enjoying this? Had Hex been had!? Did Cynthia employ her talent because she knew Hex would do all of this awful stuff to her!? Impossible!! Surely she was revolted and just wasn’t showing it, right? Even though Hex really DID want to shove a dragon up her cunt among other things, deceiving her was strictly against the rules. One final litmus test then to decide if this mound of sex before her really was as nasty as she let on. If she wanted this all this time… There’d be hell to pay.

"Well normally, at this point we’d get to the light shock treatment with Dragonair sending a light shock over you while coiling around your body. I suppose we’ll have to skip that for now though, the shock might be too intense with it inside you! It’s a shame too. Normally I’d yell "DRAGONAIR USE THUNDER WAVE!” and you’d be enjoying the light shcok" Hex blurted. She yelled what she “would have” said as loud as possible to que her Dragonair to shock the champion as hard as she could. Hex looked on curiously.  Hex’d feel awful if the girl really wasn’t getting off on this, but she wanted to shake that vulgar bitch to her core with delight and get to some serious punishment if she really was as freaky as she let on.


[23:41] Egg addict Cynthia moaned out like an absolute whore as she felt her body totally invaded by the beast, the now writhing, serpentine form of Hex’s dragonair mildly visible beneath her dress, her stomach having expanded absurdly now with its mass. Cynthia cradled it with her hands and gave a sort of coo, a blush running along her face as she felt the full weight of the creature inside her form. She didn’t even seem perturbed by the beast inside her, she looked…contented, satisfied, even! The champion cradled her this creature that had lodged itself inside her body like some parasite! utterly unashamed to now have a dragonair, of all things, writhing and bunched up inside her womb.

But of course, that visage utterly disappeared when the electricity hit, the Champ looking up with a twinge of fear as Hex blurted out the command, biting her lip and swiftly looking down as she fully knew what would happen next. The sound of electricity running along the Sinnoh gal was clear to them both, sparks flying off her form as the jolt raced its way through her form. Cynthia ’[b]howled[/b]’ in delight as she felt it, her core getting utterly shocked and stimulated by the beast lodged so far up inside her. Her back arched as she felt the creature go through its move, her eyes going cross and tongue lolling out at the sensation! The champ’s overtaxed, overstuffed womb seemed to respond in its own curious way, with her ovaries inflating obscenely as the electricity triggered her most basic, and recently most used instincts. Two visible lumps in Cynthia’s midsection were clear to Hex, each riiight next to where the womb would be, the internal sex organs overproducing and disgorging her cellular eggs at a break-neck speed. And of course her tits responded in kind, the dress soon darkening at those fat nips before fist-sized beads of milk forced their way through her dress, beginning to drop to the floor and stain the whole of her outfit. She keeled over at this, her body twitching and spazming as her head landed against those massive udders. With Cynthia’s now painted ass on display, it was clear that this pokemon champion had been up to utterly depraved actions, and that her hiring hex here was no mistake at all. Yes, if the tattoed ass, leaking tits, drooling face and the pool of translucent slime beginning to leak from her exposed, darkened cunt weren’t enough to show all this, than hex would have to have been severely impaired to not get the picture.

[00:00] The Hex Maniac gasped as the woman’s body convulsed in full on pleasure from the electric shock. Milk spouting, eggs pumping out at an inhuman rate, her fat fucking cock sucking lips sputtering in pleasure… what a site! A site that soon turned from shock to intense anger as hex realized she had been used. “You… you dirty fucking skank! You used me! You used me for your own perverted pleasures!” Hex yelled, completely ignoring the fact she was doing this to people for her own pleasure. “You… y-you!! Grrr!” Hex stomped back to her wagon steaming mad, flinging open two cages “Go! Go get her! Don’t even bother with the massage facade, fucking VIOLATE her!” she screamed. On her command, a fat, heavy beedrill and creeping Parasect exited their cages, slowly approaching the girl.

Beedrill started things off by taking the girl off her feet. The wasp was laden with… something, but still nimble enough to out manuever a human. It’s two might drills jutted out, the tips piercing the skin of cynthia’s back fat. The insect kept it steady, injecting the woman with an incapacitating poison attack from its twin needle. It was enough poison to knock out a Pokemon after several turns, incapacitating Cynthia’s movement capabilities. She could run out of here and away from all these horrible Pokemon if she tried. The thing headbutted the girl, attempting to knock her down onto her hands and knees for the next part of its little plan. The maneuver was successful, exposing cynthia’s nasty, flabby, tattooed asshole to the whole room “Hey, you don’t mind adding a tally mark for beedrill here when he’s done with you, do ya~?” Hex taunted. Beedrill’s might stinger was instead being used more gently to part the woman’s asshole, worming the long solid rod in for some purpose. The nervous Parasect was still approaching as the bee parted the girl’s cavity, biding its time until it was needed. Dragonair had no such hesitation, violently rubbing itself against the walls of cynthia’s womb to trigger an orgasm to fertilize the clutch of eggs surrounding it.


[00:17] Egg addict Cynthia was far too drunk in her own sensory pleasure to hear Hex’s words of anger and hatred, simply stewing and leaking as she reveled in the sensation of that pokemon writhing about in her insides. She did, however, register when the insect pokemon lifted her up, the champ gasping as she felt herself float off the ground. She was indeed curious as to what was happening to her, that was until she felt those stingers lodge into the small of her back, her body swiftly beginning to grow warm and rather numb, or her limbs at the least. She once more fell forward with a thud, a few more spurts of milk and cunt slime shooting out onto the floor, Cynthia on her knees and not so much hands, her massive tits making it so that she was more face down and ass up, the painted rear wobbling with the impact of her fall. “Gah!, nggh! Y-you brat!” Cynthia responded as she felt her arms and legs grow heavy and unresponsive, the feeling of the beast on her rear causing that dirty, puffy donut of an asshole to begin twitching. “I would have been fine with you asking before, you know!” Cynthia responded, not even caring so much that she was about to be raped by a bunch of animal, but perhaps more so with the fact that it wasn’t on her terms. “I have a right mind to keep the eggs for myself! such behavior doesn’t dese-aaaaahn~” Cynthia began before writhing once more in pleasure, the feeling of the dragonair now humping against her insides sending pleasure over her otherwise numb form.


[00:34] The Hex Maniac: “I don’t care you nasty cunt!” Hex roared. “You do NOT manipulate a Hex Maniac and get away with it!” she pouted. “Beedrill! Do it! Make her your fucking hive!” she commanded. Beedrill buzzed excitedly from the command, digging its massive stinger deeper into the girl’s anus. The rod went tender however as it dug in ultra deep into the girl. It was relaxing… and was more than just a simple stinger. It was an ovipositor! The beedrill made a series of groans as its brood began to move inside it. The first, delicate egg emerged from the tip… 1… 2… 3… Beedrill groaned violently, legs digging into the asscheeks of the hefty girl. The depositing speed exploded! 4… 5-6-7-8… 12-16-20 24 squishy oversized weedle eggs rapidly filled the champion’s asshole. Like a second womb the shithole was stuffed with the wriggling eggs of a monster. The beedrill shulked off back towards the wagon satisfied with its work, cutting a new tally mark into the woman’s flesh.

Finally, that little nervous parasect crept up to the woman’s face. In one small burst of spores, it scurried away back towards its owner. An enraging powder coated cynthia’s face, traveling into her lungs. At first it was a burning, awful sensation as the powders overwhelmed her system. Soon, however, that burning turned to a mad lust filled rage!! The paralyzed girl androgynous zones went into overtime. Milked soaked the floor around her gross fat tits. Her cunt GUSHED fresh vaginal fluid, primed and ready for even the fattest monster cock known. Her asshole clamped itself tight, sealing in the brood inside her to speed up its incubation time. The spores were absolutely devastating her mind, a throbbing, unprecedented burst of pleasure washing in and out like waves on a shore. In no time at all, she’d be desperate for more. More vile creatures invading her to satisfy her mad lust! And hex stood to the side, eagerly awaiting that sweet bed for a giant monster cock to conquer her.


[00:49] Egg addict Cynthia gritted her teeth as she listened to the hex maniac, growling as she looked up at the domineering gal. But soon, even in this compromising position, Cynthia began to moan as she felt those fat, squishy eggs begin to unload into her form. It felt heavenly, releasing a new gush of cuntslime and causing her ass to twitch with delight as she felt herself get stuffed full of the beedrill’s young. Soon that angry, huffing face was a picture of pleasure, with hazy, half lidded eyes, a dopey grin and a lolled out tongue. She utterly adored the feeling of those eggs practically being vomited into her, her body reeking of sweat and overpowering feminine stink as lust addled her head, causing her to derive pleasure even from this domineering fuck she was having. She groaned as the beedrill finally left, yelping as she felt the things claw scratch into her fatty ass, no doubt causing a scar to form alongside all the other tattoos and pictures.

Of course, it was when the parasect arrived that the champion got her money’s worth for this obscene massage. She watched the beast approach, the poor, nervous creature skittishly creeping towards her. Her first reaction, in this drunken state, was to open her mouth wide, tongue lolling out like a red carpet for the beast to do whatever it pleased with her gullet. What she got instead was a nice, fat taste of those toxic spores, the Sinnoh slut coughing and sneezing as those inhuman drugs took hold of her body. She began to sweat, her already reeking form now becoming utterly aromatic with the scent of obscene bitch as fresh waves of slime exited her cunt, and fresh deluges of milk shot from those lumpy, fist sized nips. Her womb felt like it were on fire, her ovaries now churning out eggs by the dozens, getting to the point that the little pool that dragonair swam about in in her womb became foggy with their number. “Haaaaaaaaaahn~, eeegs, egggss! gimme! knock me up! fuck me! rut me! eggs!, breeding, gaaaaahn~” She moaned out, utterly lost in the drug addled state, an almost hypnotized look to her now heart-pupiled eyes.


[01:08] The Hex Maniac could smell the effects of Parasects work from here, the nasty bitch stink hitting her nose like an odorous cum tissue. “Jesus!, calm down you fucking beached whale, you need to actually pass out your first clutch of eggs before we fill you up with new ones!” she spouted. In the lubricating cunt slime, Dragonair was starting to seep out unceremoniously. Done with its work inseminating the girl’s eggs, it slinked out easily from the girl’s dilating cunt, It’s disappearance not even registering with Cynthia as her thoughts screamed “FUCK! BREED! BIRTH!”

Hex figured Cynthia needed a little more company with her two oldest friends departing. Two more cages opened, a Hypno and a nasty muk stepping forward to greet the woman. The muk travelled swiftly once it hit the puddle of sweat, milk, and vagina gunge pooling on the floor, rapidly difussing into the mess… and up Cynthia’s nipples! Like lightning, the monster had seeped into those milk factories, tainted cynthia’s milk a dark toxic purple. The Muk took in the sweet lactation as precious moisture and nutrients, transforming her deformed jugs into disgusting grimer breeding grounds. The white flow ended from Cynthia’s tits, turning into a noisy, sloppy birthing of sludge. Like it or not, she wasn’t lactating anything must nasty Grimers for a long time. The things constantly burst forth from her chest effortlessly as the warm gross slut body nurtured their formless young in a massive pool of tit sludge.

Then there was the Hypno. Instead of immediately jumping to place the breeding bitch under its control, it inspected the rest of the monsters work. The yellow monster noticed that the dragonair eggs had yet to begin their descent out of the used sopping cunt protecting them. Hypno sought to change that. A firm Mega Kick across Cynthia’s stomach send her womb into motion. Her first brood of eggs were about to see the light of day, stretching her cunt wide enough to fit a man’s head in the process!


[01:23] Egg addict Cynthia hitched and moaned like a damn cow as she lay there, a shuddering, fleshy mess of breeding and fuck. Her mind was nothing more than a mess of obscene images and perverse thoughts. Eggs far as the eye can see, rutting, fucking, the sensory joy of sex and making life and all those lovely thoughts~. Cynthia was in her own little world of bliss now, not registering so much that the dragonair had left her womb, dratini eggs now rapidly forming, gestating and coming to term within her overtaxed factory of a womb. It was only when muk made contact with her tits that she seemed to snap back for a moment, still in her drugged up haze but aware that something was happening. She did indeed notice the violet slime now leaking from her chest, dripping into a pool beneath her and viscous as melted cheese. But her tits…god her tits felt full. Not like when they were filled with milk, now they fucking writhed, the chest flesh uneven and showing lumps here and there, a sign of motion and activity from the muk now split in two. They felt so wonderfully full of life, even as her ducts were turned to wombs and canals and all sorts of obscene breeding places, Cynthia couldn’t help but utterly revel in the sensation, babbling about tits and slime and being a good little pokemon mommy.

Of course, all this bubbly, giddy drugged breeding was momentarily jarred when that massive yellow foot made contact with her stomach. The slut champ spat up drool and phlegm as she felt her guts punched, her midsection now red from the force of the kick, and roiling from the shockwaves. It did, however, do the job of dislodging her sultry insides, the now grown dratini eggs swiftly working down her cunt. The first, a light blue thing the size of a head, caught for a moment on the entrance of her puss, those reddened labial folds catching and holding the fat thing.

“UUUUnngh~, hnnnngheeeeeeeeeesgggss~~” The woman screamed, contracting her muscles and, with a deluge of ropey slime, disgorged the massive egg, and then another, and the next one, and even more after it!“ Soon it was like a tide, the rapidly grown poke-eggs popping out of her abused and experienced core to plop and bounce against the ground, unharmed and swiftly piling up behind the champ as they entered into the world from their whorish wife.


[01:54] The Hex Maniac: Satisfied with its work, the Hypno calmly moved back to the front of the breeding stock, inspecting her with a cold curiosity. The thing groped her face as if it had never seen a human before, tugging at her cheeks and ears in fascination. This did little to distract Cynthia from her current birth bliss. It looked like she was already in a trance ready for just a few suggestions. Hypno started to sway its little pendulum back and forth, instantly drawing those greedy heart pupils towards the stone. In no time at all, Cynthia’s moans calmed down into pure concentration, her tits and cunt still continuing their extreme birth, albeit the pace slightly slowed. Hex walked back to the champion, ready to complete her revenge.

"Ehehehe~ You make a fine mother dear~ I hope you enjoy your little punishment of your deception. Really, all I was going to do was stuff you with dragon eggs at first and preserve your old personality but… such deceit can’t be tolerated. ” Hex patted the woman’s head, evicting no response as she concentrated hard on the pendulum. “You know, I think your ass incubator has heated up those weedle eggs well enough by now. They’ve got to have all hatched by now. I’m sure they all want to give their mommy a big hug! Can you feel them, hmm~? Their restless wriggling in your bowels as they explore your insides? That orgasmic tickle along the wall of your cervix as they play inside you~ So cute!~ They want to meet their brothers and sisters you know. They wanna watch mommy shove out massive fucking dragon eggs and spurt cunt juice all over the floor. They wanna see mommy’s tits birth horrible slime monsters, casually drooping out of your nipples into the world. They want to watch their precious life giving mother moan in cuntbusting orgasm from becoming the amazing monster birthing cunt she’s always wanted to be!” Hex exclaimed excitedly. “I-It’s time for the last batch! Watch Hypno’s pedestal closely! When I snap my fingers, you’ll feel yourself lose control of your asshole. Your shithole will gape as wide as it can to let out that ravenous brood that wants to crawl all over you! You’ll feel the flow of life from every oriface pick up harder and harder too! You’re going to orgasm from being a fucking monster factory you nasty stupid slut!”

“Don’t worry though. Tomorrow, I’ll let you play with my Tentacruel and stuff those holes even more~” *SNAP* As Hex’s middle finger smacked against the meat of her thumb, she erupted into an eager giggle. She looked back towards her whore’s fat, disgusting ass, watching as the puffy flesh mound started to blossom wider and wider…


[02:12] Egg addict Cynthia had, for the most part, been cross-eyed as she pushed out those fat blue eggs, reveling in the feeling of pumping out lovely life for this obscene, foul-mouthed hex maniac. She probably would have continued to had the hypno not taken hold, that swinging coin slowly, surely, numbing her thoughts, calming down the slutty champ and forcing her into a trance. She heard Hex’s words resonate within her mind, clear and crystal as she felt eeeeverything along her form, from the minute pricks of slime passing through her nips to the sensation of those fat eggs slowly working down her cunt. As hex spoke, Cynthia did indeed take notice of the writhing within her guts, the squirming motion of all those bug-types happily jumping and pushing and crawling around in her intestines. It was a rather disgusting thought to most, but to cynthia the thought of having been responsible for so much beautiful life was a joy she could only hope to suppress. The hypnotic work of this psychic type certainly aided it, but it still brought a slow, dopey grin to her face as she listened to hex’s words of encouragement. She did want to see all her little children, all those adorable squirming insects that she’d helped to bring to life, and she was all too eager to fall for Hex’s suggestions in this doped out state.

The snap brought her back from the hypnosis, eyes still hearts, but now focused, as that rear hole indeed begin to dilate, stretch and blossom out between those fat, painted asscheeks. “aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA[b]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHNNNNN[/b]” she at last howled out, a sound accompanied by a brassy movement of gas that swiftly heralded the mass exodus of all those weedles from her rear. Some managed to cling to those asscheeks and crawl up onto their mother’s form, others fell to play about in the swiftly growing mass of dragon eggs behind her, but most were thrown up and out to crawl upon the floor in dazed confusion. And her ass, expounding those many worms, was not the only orifice exploding right now. Her cunt was pumping out eggs two at a time with sloppy succession, while her tits shot purple grimer slime in jets, quite probably staining the shoes of her now captor. She expelled out life at an utterly absurd pace, and got off on it like nothing else, this constant explosion of living things an orgasmic joy for the dear champion. It was enough to totally exhaust her, the woman soon beginning to fall asleep in this lust drunk haze, the soft sound of her weedles crawling along her back, the steady pump of those last few eggs out of her blown out cunt and the slow slimy crawl of ooze out her tits bringing her into a lusty, coma-like sleep.