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…"
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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.
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"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.
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?