It’s Greta, the chubby red-headed dwarf stands in the door way looking at with an expression of total confusion. “Si-Sifr?” she squeaks, then descends upon you, cradling your head gently. “By the ancestors what happened? Your, your beautiful…” Greta strokes your hair and rubs your side soothingly. “It’s going to be alright Sifr; we can fix this and help you…”
She spots the collar lying on the ground and picks it up. Whether the collar has a mind of its own, magic, some weird notion which flashed through Greta’s mind or purely by chance, you will never know. That open collar darted forth and fastened around Greta’s neck as you watch helplessly. The effect was more brutal on her than on you, the collar tightened to the point of choking the poor dwarf, and you scrambled away from her as she coughed and rolled on the ground eyes bulging. She gasps for breath and shudders.
Greta’s hips jerk forth and your eyes are riveted on her groin as a small cock begins to sprout. It’s your turn to save your help your friend and you spring forth to remove this devilish collar from Greta’s throat. The collar come free surprisingly easily this time but the damage is done. Greta has a brand new dwarf penis growing larger from her groin. “Oh, Sifr…” she groans as the cock swells before your eyes. It is a reasonable eight inches in length but its girth is a full three fingers in diameter and capped with the biggest purple mushroom head in all of Azeroth. The dwarf clings to you as her body is racked with spasms. You reach down for her new cock put pull your pretty hand away as two new testicles are born beneath the hard meat. Your eyes are riveted on them for they dwarf even Sera’s. Each is as big as a clenched fist, and they hang low in their sack. Greta winces as she struggles to her feet, her erect junk flopping about.
“Damn, breeder magic. Ugh.” She pants and leans against the wall. You also stand up, looking down on the poor woman, half your size. “Alright, gimmee a minute, to catch me breath dog. We will figure this out.” Greta mumbles as she leans against the wall. A minute passes, but Greta does not seem in any better state, her cock just throbs harder, pointed at you. Her eyes glaze over slowly and she plays with her curly hair. “Listen, we gotta. We gotta get out of this state, before the others find us Sifr…” she says, and begins walking towards you. She is half your height and you stare down at her, the dwarf reaches forward running her hands over your legs. “Listen, lemmee. Just…” Her fingers find your clitoris and you gasp as she begins rubbing and teasing. She strokes and rubs your sensitive nub bringing you to your knees.
“Listen.” She says again, her mind hazy. She grabs your long white hair in one hand and drags your head down to her new penis. There you stare at it for a moment, Greta rubs your new jaw bone and instinctively open your mouth. “Doggy want her new bone?” Greta asks, pushing the thick cock into your mouth. Your mind is also growing foggy, you suck it as you struggle to accommodate it in your mouth. Greta groans again as your tongue teases her sensitive tip. “Play with me balls.” Orders the dwarf hoarsely. You must comply with her demands and your soft hands gently knead and caress her bountiful orbs, your tail wagging. “Oh ya, I could get used to this.” Mutters the dwarf. That cock is pulled out of your mouth too soon. “Sit dog.” Orders Greta, and you comply.
The dwarf pushes you back slightly and you submissively spread your legs. “Good girl, sorry Sifr, I was never one for foreplay wit me lovers, as you know.” She says and winks at you. She spits on her thick meat then gets right between your legs, lining up her bulbous cock head with your dainty lips. “Ima wreck ya, bitch.” She exclaims and you whimper as that huge meats begins to push into your confines. For the first time you feel what it’s like to be slowly penetrated, for your sensitive passage to slowly be stretched, inch by inch by another. Your head lulls back as you experience what it’s like to be taken by a male, and what a male. Greta is gentle enough at first working it in until it’s buried, you feel her head snuggly pressed against some inner barrier, and though it makes you sore the feelings of pleasure from your new cunt override any discomfort. Greta likes this missionary position, she pulls out slowly then unstoppably eases back into your femininity.
Greta saws in and out like this for a while, scratching an itch you never knew you had until an hour ago. “Ancestors, this is so good.” She gasps, and grabs your wide hips for support. She leans forth and sucks on your tit, causing another explosion of new sensations within you. “Mm.” She murmurs as her pace picks up. You lie back and take it, like a good bitch should. Somewhere in your mind you know that collar has changed something inherent in you, something important, but you feel so good you just no longer care. All you want is for that big cock to keep bumping your cervix, all you want is Greta to keep bringing you places. Is this what you have been doing? No, this is different, but the principles are the same. Greta is a generous lover, even drunk as she is with breeding magic. She does not bother changing position and simply continues to drill your new hole with loving care. Her titanic testicles slap lewdly against your buttocks, reminding you of how this will all likely end.
Greta and you do not last long however, you shudder, electricity shivering through your body as you experience your first female orgasm. Greta’s pace picks up and her eyes suddenly flash with confusion, her face contorts with effort. You know exactly what it means and you wrap your legs around Greta’s small body in acceptance of your new mate. “Oh, OH, OH Ancestors! Is this? Is this the new generation I feel passing through me?” she cries, her mind suddenly clear. Instinctively Greta thrusts in as deeply as she can manage, her cock snug against your cervix.
This is it, what you’ve done to other females your whole life you feel happen within you TO you. All you can do is cry out in pleasure as it all transpires. Greta’s thick meat swells even larger with you, it stretches you, strains you in the most delightful ways, that huge head also grows and pokes you with such dominating finality that you orgasm again right there and then on Greta’s prick. You think back on all the women you took and impregnated, Greta and Orillia among them. That huge dwarven sack pulls up, you feel Greta’s virile balls shudder and vibrate against you like one of Sera’s sex toys. You think of all the possible outcomes you could have had in your long productive life, and you know it has all come down to this. Greta gasps and lunges forth, locking your lips together to cease your ecstatic cries. To this moment, as the funnel that runs along the base of Greta’s sausage expands and fills with liquid. The veiny dick within you swells one last time. Your final and ultimate fate.
“GUuuahahaha!” Greta cries triumphantly throwing her head back like a conquering wolf.
The seed explodes within you audibly, squelching and squishing, snuffing out any chance of you escaping Greta without a Dwarven baby. Greta crushes herself against your gasping body, those huge bull nuts jerking and shuddering against your buttocks as she unloads an elephants’ measure of semen into your womb. The feeling is indescribable, as the hot goo fills your core to bursting, and the penis still squirts. Fertility magic is a wonderful thing, and deep within you feel flutters of life being formed. Greta collapses atop you panting, her buried dick still unleashing sperm in such quantities that Sera would feel inadequate. You already feel twins being conceived within, and you place a loving hand on your mates head.
