Back inside the cabin, Vlada is beneath Nolan on the kitchen table, slender hands grasping at his hairy, muscular pecs as he plows into her cunt. I can only imagine that she’s tight as hell—one of those beautiful girls who spends so much time alone that her pussy grips like a virgin. Or that—even more likely—his Power, whatever it is, has transformed her so much that she's now constantly virgin-tight, forever.

I would grip Nolan like a virgin, too, because obviously I am one. I want to tell him, immediately. I want to beg him for it. I want to spill my heart out, and tell him that I don’t just have a crush on him, I have a fucking complex about him, and I need to worship him and be his good little fuckdoll babygirl for the rest of my life.

It's that overwhelming—right away. As soon as I'm back in the cabin, it's all I can think about.

Janine grabs me, pulling me back to the other end of the cabin near the fireplace. I didn't even notice that I had been drifting over toward them, mere inches away.

“Get a hold of yourself,” she growls. “This is serious, Alice. We…we have to establish some boundaries.”

She turns back to Nolan and Vlada. Nolan’s tight, muscled ass flexes beautifully as he pounds Vlada’s picture-perfect body. Her limbs are so long and toned. Her breasts crush against his chest like thick balloons…and was that…milk?

Fuck.

Milk, leaking out of her big hot titties. I moan internally and then audibly. Milk, like a Mommy. I could just…I could walk right over there and latch my mouth on her big Mommy tits and she would know what a Mommy she was to me with Nolan as my Daddy and we could be one big fuck-happy family for the rest of our lives, and wasn’t that the best idea in the world?

I could just suck on those big, fat, milk-leaking tits forever and Daddy would too while I stroked his big fat cock, milking him, and then they could cover me in their cum and milk forever...oh fuck I want that.

Janine puts a hand on my chest. Shivering, I take off my jacket, slowly, trying to trick her into feeling up my chest. I’m so fucking horny inside here.

She catches on and just steps in front of me. I stay perilously close. I'm fucking attracted to her and I want to fuck.

“You two,” Janine says, her voice querulous and breaking. She clears her throat and tries again. “You two! Stay over there! Stay in the…stay in that fucking kitchen until this blizzard is over and we can hike home!”

Nolan stands up, his immense strength taking Vlada with him up off the table. He’s not even trying. It's mostly his cock doing the work of the lifting. I can see how his glorious muscles are covered in sweat—Vlada’s too—but he doesn’t look like he’s exerting himself. It’s all just…wet and hot.

Hot flashes, quick and sensational, of his long perfect shaft, driving in and out of Vlada. She's whispering to him in some ancient tongue full of strange syllables and wicked nouns, like nothing I've ever heard.

He walks toward Janine, eyeing her deliberately and smiling. Vlada continues to moan in his ear, cooing praises, pushing herself up and down on his monumental mass with practiced ease. Her backside is wet and sexy. Then he drops Vlada roughly on the cabin floor, right at the edge of the wall marking the barrier of the kitchen.

“Come on, Janine,” he says. “You’re not making sense. What if you get hungry?”

His voice is rougher than the Nolan I remember. Deeper. More molten.

Sexier. I want to fuck his voice.

No. I want his voice to fuck me.

Janine apparently disagrees. “I’d rather fucking starve than come near you.”

“You don’t need to starve,” says Vlada. Her voice is raw sex. “We have so much to fill your belly. Master’s cum…my milk. We can sate your every need.”

I tremble, feeling my knees wobbling. I want to drop down and crawl over and beg them to give me all that. But Janine puts her hand back on me—re-positioned on my shoulder, the clever girl. I just want someone to feel up my tits, is that too much to ask?

Aren’t they pretty enough?

“You’re fucking insane,” says Janine. “You’re completely insane. Both of you. I don’t know what happened in that…in that cave, that temple, but it’s turned you both into maniacs, and—”

“Come on, Janine,” Nolan interrupts. He strokes his cock in front of her. I nearly have a heart attack. Fuck but the sight of him jerking off is hot. “You don’t want even a little taste? Just a little? How could it hurt?”

Yeah, Janine. How could it hurt? Drool spills down my lips again. I'm like a fucking leaky machine. I don't give a fuck.

Nolan sits down on top of Vlada’s chest, placing his massive, naked, wet cock between her milking tits, and began slowly to fuck her breasts.

His cum began shooting out almost immediately. Covering her gorgeous face, making it slick and wet and shiny and white and so so fucking hot.

It was like he had total and complete control of his orgasms—one hundred percent control. Such a man. Such a masculine beast. Such a…such a god.

And the cum...the cum is shooting over Janine's little “barrier.” Puddling enormously. Thick and white and sexy as fuck.

The pendant on my neck burns ice cold, and try as I might, I can’t rush toward the puddle of growing cum. I want to, so bad, but something is telling me that I’ll perish if I do.

Disaster! Disaster! Catastrophe! Alarms!

The mixture of these two impossibly strong emotions keeps me squarely in place. My calves are burning because I’m leaning forward so hard—it’s like I’m being kept upright in a hurricane, pushed by sixty-mile-per-hour winds. My drool slides down my chin, making my neck and cleavage wet and sticky. My cunt pulses without me touching it. I feel like if I start to finger myself, I'll be lost forever—I won't even exist anymore, the way that Vlada is almost surely gone, but I'm so turned on I don't fucking care.

Janine’s watching it too, this gathering puddle on the interior of the boundary she set up. She's tearing at her sweater, her tits so gorgeously presented, her hair falling down in a sweaty hot tumble around her face. She looks like she belongs on a movie poster. I want to slide my tongue all along her elegant endless jawline.

“St-stop it,” Janine says, her voice weakening.

“What?” says Nolan. “I’m not going over there.”

“But you’re…you’re…” she’s licking her lips. He just keeps fucking cumming! Cumming and cumming over the line. It piles up beautifully, getting larger and larger. “That’s not…not fair…”

Vlada, beneath Nolan, is licking his cock with gusto. It’s so big that it stretches right through the massive valley of her impossible tits and into her lusciously-crafted mouth. Every fifth or six stroke, she takes it deep down her throat and swallows deeply, suckling down hot shots of his seed. As a reward, he spills some on her face. It quickly is absorbed in her skin, and she looks even sexier than before.

I’m literally watching her skin grow even shinier and more youthful, her hair grow longer, her tits bigger. Her incredible figure—already an hourglass—is exaggerating even more wildly, her waist becoming tinier while her hips get ever wider and more baby-ready.

She's becoming a living Goddess.

His living Goddess.

Oh...oh, oh oh oh oh fuck that's so beautifully hot...

Janine drops to her knees and starts crawling toward the puddle, her eyes wide. She's down to just her bra and jeans, now, her skin flushed and exposed to the heat in the air. All that sexual energy pouring straight into her.

“Janine…!”

I don’t know what else to say beyond that. I want to praise her, cheer her on—lick it all up, baby! Show him what a good cockslave you can be!

I want to tell her to stop, to listen to reason—it’s evil! It’s strange and controlling, and it’ll fuck up your life forever!

“Oh…oh shit, Janine…maybe...maybe...”

She whimpers. “Fuck...Nolan...it's so...so much cum...”

She drops her face in the goo, clearly unable to stop herself. The scent is so thick that I feel like it’s already rolling in my mouth, and she’s several feet closer than I am.

Janine licks up the cum with gusto—not even tasting a little first. She gives in totally, sliding her face right in it, covering it on her like it's paint and she's a wall in need of fixing up. Her lips push over the floor, tongue slurping up his seed, and she moans as she takes more and more in. Quickly her fingers push into her jeans and slide up against her hot, tight, wet cunt, pushing the button of her clit while she cums, and cums, and cums again and again.

Nolan gets up off Vlada, who resumes her place on her feet next to her Man, her God, nuzzling her gorgeous face against his bicep and kissing him gratefully for the tittyfuck she received. His cock is—insanely—just as hard as it was, still spurting out hot seed on top of Janine's back. Vlada strokes him off, spilling even more of his brilliant whiteness on top of her body.

Janine's clothes dissolve—evaporate?—in the sticky muck. My heart is racing fast and my fingers have finally unbuttoned my pants.

I'm just eighteen and I'm a virgin and I've never seen anything like this and holy fuck I have to cum.

I need to cum. No matter what happens—no matter if I resist forever or give in like the good little fucking girl I so ache to become—I need to cum right now.

Soon I'm naked except for the haphazardly placed bra over my tits, moved every which way from my grasping, fondling motions at my tits to deliver extra pleasure to myself. In all the mess, my pendant moves behind my neck, resting on the upper part of my back. It's blistering cold but it's the only thing that is in this entire place.

Moaning, gyrating, softly humping the air, I slide my fingers down across my clit and earnestly begin stroking and circling the little nub with all my ability.

Janine leans back on her knees, covered in Nolan’s thick, omnipresent seed. He continues to cum on her, way past fucking marking her; he is bathing her. Vlada strokes him all the way, urging him in that thick accented voice to cum more, more, MORE...

And just like Vlada, Janine starts to change.

I watch her tits grow right before my eyes, doubling and then doubling in size again, growing from a barely-there A cup to at least an E cup in less than ten seconds. Her hair, always short and platinum, now becomes even more white somehow, stretching down to the floor from her head in a thick voluminous mass, like the cloud of an angel. I watch as her legs grow longer, her waist narrower, her hips wider and oh-so-ready to be pumped full of babies. Her skin becomes sensationally pale, pale like purest snow—the most color on her body is the pink of her pussy lips and mouth, and the bright shining sapphires of her eyes.

“Holy…” I lick my lips, fingering myself still, not knowing what else to say. “…Holy…”

What I want to say, obviously, is Holy Shit! But Vlada chooses to interpret this differently. Still stroking her God, she nods at me and smiles.

“Yes,” she says. “He is Holy. The Holiest Being on Earth. The God of Masculinity. The Alpha God of this world.” Her green eyes flash at Janine. “And she will only be the first of many to serve his glory with me.” She looks up at her Master, her pleading clear on that hot, haughty face. “Please, Sire? Take her. Take her now. Take her and make her yours, please?”

Nolan nods, smiling, and delivering a hot, brutal kiss to Vlada, grinding his hand into the back of her skull as he grips her tight—but she's built to withstand his brutality now.

I can tell—I truly can—that Nolan’s not there anymore. Or if he is, he’s so far buried down that it hardly makes a difference. What this seems like now is more something like some being wearing a Nolan suit—only one that he (He? It?) has made even better.

Is Nolan truly in there, driving all this newfound power with his ego unrestricted by the bounds of reality? Is he a prisoner in his own mind, locked in by the constant state of orgasm from the mystical presence haunting him?

I have no idea.

What I can tell you is that it’s all just supremely fucking hot. It may not be Nolan, but it also may be, and anyway you look at it, having the crush of your life studified and then cumming everywhere constantly with a hard-on the size of fucking California is not like, an image that it easy to calm down to.

He bends over and takes Janine by the hair, gripping her near the roots. With one arm, he lifts her up and pushes her against his body. Vlada moves in from behind, helping to position her; Janine herself is conscious, but dazed, her eyes glazed over even though their brightness has increased to the point where they could probably double as blue smartphone back lights. Seriously, if the room wasn't lit up by the fireplace and the generator-powered lights, she would be illuminating the area.

Still standing and holding Janine by the head, Nolan slowly guides her sopping wet pussy down on top of his cock. He’s enormous, but she fits all of him, taking him to the hilt with ease. Her thick tits start leaking milk all over their joined bodies, and he erupts in a low, steady laugh that sends trembles up and down my spine.

“M-M-My God!” Her voice is adulatory. “My God!”

She moans in sudden, quaking orgasm, clearly tugging herself against his body. In a matter of minutes, she went from frigid ice queen to desperately needing this God’s cock.

How have I not done the same?

All I want to do is stay. All I want to do is lick up that puddle of cum. To join Vlada and beg to be bimbofied or changed or possessed or whatever, anything just so long as I can be fucked by Nolan too.

Anything so I can be his slave.

Anything so I can call him Daddy like I’ve needed to my whole life.

But this is—a strong and getting stronger impulse—this is so wrong, and I know I have to flee.

…right?

Nolan's fucking Janine so hard, though. It's so wonderful to watch. Vlada is purring up against his body, cheering him on, begging him to fuck her even harder. With her hands on Janine's waist, Vlada is thrusting Janine's feather-light weight furiously up and down his shaft, almost like she's masturbating her God with Janine's pussy.

Biting Janine's shoulder hard, Nolan cums inside of the angelic blonde, and I can see her massive orgasm from feet away, practically feeling it myself. Her brain cells must be popping like tiny little soap bubbles, her mind soaking in a flood of infinite bliss. She’s crying out Nolan’s name, calling him Master, calling him her God.

He drops her to the ground, his cock finally not sticking out like a crowbar from his body. It’s still half-hard though, easily eight inches long and probably harder than most men’s cocks could ever dream of being. I twist my shirt around my tits, feeling the slosh of my own drool and sweat there. Fuck, I want him so bad, and all I want is for him to ruin my virgin cunt. Is it possible to hyperventilate for like half an hour and live?

I feel like that’s what I’ve been doing.

Janine, on the ground, coos and moans, giggling madly and licking her lips up at the cock above her.

“Oh, my God,” she says. “You fucked me so good. I Love You, Master.”

There’s practically none of her left that’s recognizable as the old, stolid Professor Habermann. Maybe a little in the face, but even that has been beautified and transformed. She looks more like a pin-up girl than anything.

God. What would all that cum do to me?

I can't help but be horrified and aroused at the notion of finding out.

With Janine so utterly changed—so utterly bred—there’s only one woman left in the cabin for Nolan to fuck. Strangely, even though it’s all I want, it takes me the longest of any of them to figure it out. Vlada’s eyes are flashing on me, Janine’s fingers move to her cum-filled cunt, stroking and fingering herself while she blows little kisses my way, and Nolan triangulates between the other two, blocking any exits I might have.

As if I’d want one.

“Now,” he says. “Let’s talk about what to do with you, little girl.”

Uh, gulp.