You're in "c0ntr0l", huh? Just like you were when you confronted a time-manipulating psionic user and decided to sh0ve the 0ne restraint she has d0wn a p0ssibly-permanent trip t0 the cum brewery? Pretty sure if y0u really WERE in c0ntr0l y0u w0uld have realized just h0w bad an idea that was bef0re y0u had t0 deal with the c0nsequences.
Abigail barely registered the message as it flickered in the corner of her panicked vision. Her eyes wavered, flitting around wildly as she watched reality seeming to warp around her. The glimpses of her room that she could still see through the engulfing valley of her cum-tank tits and ass seemed to be melting, growing darker and slimier. The cum splattering her decor seemed to seep out and bloom, drenching more and more, washing away the familiar surroundings to reveal something more… fleshy, behind them. Working her head back and forth, Abigail distended her throat on the single biggest, most ludicrous cock to yet stuff itself into her reach, sucking that massive shaft in a frenzy, as though the act might make all this go away.
Suck as hard as she might, nothing was stopping the full recollection that now crashed in upon her, blasting her mind even as welling tides of cum surged around her without fully subsuming her. Without ceasing her manic blowjob, she tentatively reached out through the chasm of cleavage and found that a thin forcefield separated her from the jizz outside, which confirmed the last feared fragment, as the whole picture finally snapped into clarity.
She’d stuffed her mother, Megaera, and Lace down Aradia’s cock alright. And she’d joined them soon after.
Letting her hold loosen after she felt the last of their nutted essence seep into her curves, Aradia, who’d been caught off guard before, was now able to react with the full force of an unshackled god-tier troll, pushed over the brink and with nothing to hold her back. Abigail barely remembered the journey down Aradia’s cock, but she suddenly recalled the angrily-surging cum that roiled up around her, threatening to send her to the same fate as those she’d stuffed down before her. Hastily throwing up a ward to protect herself, she spent longer than she could rightly place, stuck like a living pearl inside Aradia’s hungry balls. Eventually the constant sight of the inside of that nutsack, the nearness of potential gooey oblivion, and guilt from her lingering shreds of conscience, began to tax her. Without realizing it, she’d slowly constructed a phantasmal prison for herself, burying the knowledge of how she’d ended up there.
Yet it was still a temporary solution. The hunger that had awoken in her was insatiable, as was that of Aradia’s balls, and Abigail’s gluttony would be her undoing. The cock-portals she thought she was opening were holes punched through her ward, allowing controlled measures of Aradia’s spunk to seep within, which Abigail hungrily consumed, bloating her curves. Yet the more she grew, the greater her hunger became, and the more cum she let inside, the more precarious her hold grew. Now there was hardly anything holding back the waiting, ravenous flood of cum which surrounded her monstrously-bloated curves, and as Abigail gazed at the massive cock, which melted into a psionically-controlled tendril of cum which she guzzled down her throat, she began to laugh around the cummy appendage.
A sound like gooey crumbling echoed around her as her cum-choked laughter increased, coming out thick and bubbling, eyes rolling back in her head as she realized her situation and felt sanity slipping along with the last of her resistance. Peals of maddened, bubbling cackling shrieked within Aradia’s balls, audible even amidst the raging sea of devouring spunk which crashed in upon her, forcing itself into her, bloating her even more, doubling her already shocking set of curves in seconds, then tripling, quadrupling…
As Abigail’s form reached the apex of its resolve, and the slut-digesting spunk which now suffused her reached into every bit of her, her laughter peaked in one last frightful peal before the sound of a massive, fluid thunderclap reverberated through Aradia’s titanic balls, making the distended grey globes wobble and quake violently for many, many minutes as they luxuriated in finally liquefying the stubborn, delectable tart they’d been trying to gurgle for ages, leaving nothing left of the last Bedlam but a spectacular sea of ramtroll nut-butter.
Outside those balls, however, their owner relishes the moment of triumph as the mountainous feast finally digests, and as she works on finally letting out some of that pressure after ages of enduring a maddening need to cum, she mulls over what else she can do to the little upstart who pushed her over the edge, along with her slut of a mother once she’d coaxed Abigail into undoing whatever hexery she’d worked. No doubt she’d be much more compliant, after Aradia spent a little more quality time with her…