After a few shaking here and some groaning there, they all woke up with tired faces, their bodies sticky with the drying fluids of the night.
"Great One!"
"Master!"
The goblins and Luna greeted Lyssandra, their voices thick with sleep and lingering devotion. They noticed their evolution and new bodies, marveling at the smooth pink skin and the statuesque curves that had replaced their previous forms. Although the most surprising thing was that their dicks were still there, throbbing and heavy despite the hours of rest.
"I thought it was just a fever dream yesterday, that I could breed the Great One was just a dream," Helena muttered like she was still in a daze, looking at her own thick member in disbelief.
"Yeah, I thought the same, it was all because of her that we could become like this, thank you Great One," a goblin - now a Bloom Mother said as she kowtowing down.
"Thank you Great One."
The others did the same, their foreheads low on the floor, their hips pressed against the stone . Lyssandra looked down at her loyal swarm, her heart swelling with pride and a strange sense of power.
"But Great One…" a Bloom Mother said, raising the loin cloth she used to wear, which now was so small it barely fit her huge ass.
The others had the same problem, their tits straining against the thin fabric while their waists looked impossibly small compared to the new curves.
"Oh, my new thing couldn't go down, it is so embarrassing,"
Helena said, her pink penis sandwiched between her moderate boobs, twitching slightly with every movement.
"It suits you," Lyssandra replied, her eyes gleaming, "I will give you some clothes to cover your body, but about the new appendage, just keep it there. It will represent your fertility and your status in this tribe and as a symbol of being my subjects."
"Also, call me Mistress from now on," she commanded, her voice carrying a new weight of authority.
Lyssandra glanced at their alluring bodies, a hunger sparking in her gut while she fiddled with the system shop, looking for clothes that could fit them. The interface flickered to life, blue panels glowing softly. She scrolled through the shop, searching for garments capable of accommodating their changing bodies.
Tapping on a few options, her finger lingering on the 'Crafting' and 'Shop' tabs before settling on a few enchanted garments designed for larger busts and hips. Then she found it, the perfect outfit for those Bloom Mothers' sexy bodies, making her own eyes darken with desire.
A form-fitting dark micro dress barely covered their crotches, featuring long sleeves and a series of symmetrical cutouts along the front connected by metallic ring accents.
The silhouette hugged every inch of their flesh, emphasizing the dramatic swell of hips and the weight of breasts, while the high neckline and full-length design contrasted with the bold, vertical openings for a sleek, modern look.
A white chain bra set dangled precariously over their big chests, barely covering the nipples, leaving the deep valleys of their cleavage exposed to the air. Sexy garter belts sat low on their thighs, the straps gripping the soft flesh as they held up stockings shimmering in the dim light.
She added black strappy heels that would click rhythmically against the stone floor, accentuating the arch of their feet and the curve of their calves.
Lyssandra smiled while confirming the purchase, the items materializing in the inventory before she distributed them to her loyal subjects.
The Bloom Mothers gasped in unison when the clothes materialized around them, the fabric settling over like a second skin.
"This is still too embarrassing,"
Helena said, her eyes darting to the symmetrical cutouts along the front that revealed almost all of her front. Her pink dick was almost naked to see, nestled between her breasts behind the metallic rings.
"I love those strapping things on my thighs, they are so comfortable,"
Naya said, tugging on the garter belt. She ran her fingers over the sheer stockings, a jolt of pleasure running up her spine when the fabric brushed against her skin.
"Master, I want one too, please,"
Luna said, clinging to Lyssandra's arm and hugging it between her huge tits.
"You can just shapeshift into one, why don't you do it?"
Lyssandra asked, groping Luna's blue penis with her other free hand, the cold slime feeling slick under her palm.
"I just want things from you, Master,"
Luna said sultrily, leaning in to kiss Lyssandra on her cock tip and lick the overflowing precum. The sweet taste of the fluid coated Luna's tongue, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy at the intimate contact.
"Suit yourself,"
Lyssandra said, pulling out another set of clothing for Luna who immediately filled with happiness, her imagined tail wiggled during her quick change into the new outfit.
All of them, after wearing the getup, made their charm and sexiness rise to a new height, their immense phalluses almost displayed to everyone to see.
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In the vegetable field, many hobgoblins and swift goblins were working, their faces filled with sweat and joyous smiles while they plowed the earth.
"Another fruitful harvest! The new seeds Great One gave us have already bloomed into ripe fruit. What did she call those red ones?" a hobgoblin wearing a red loincloth asked his companion.
"That? Let me remember… I didn't pay much attention," another with a blue loincloth answered.
He closed his eyes to recall the name, but his mind was preoccupied with the image of Lyssandra's massive breasts, bouncing enticingly every time she breathed.
Suddenly, as if the memory finally surfaced, he blurted out, "Oh, that is a tomato. It's quite sweet!"
"Whaff d'you shayy?" the previous hobgoblin asked, his mouth full of the red, squishy fruit.
"Nevermind," the second one mumbled, turning back to his work.
They both resumed their farming, the red juice of the tomatoes staining their lips and chin.
A commotion caught their attention. A swift goblin hurried toward the blue-loincloth-wearing hobgoblin and nudged him teasingly. "Hey, are those new girls here? Especially that one, she looks just like your old girlfriend, doesn't she?"
"What are you talking about? What girlfriend?!"
the hobgoblin sneered, turning his head to look toward the row of sexy figures walking past the field.
"Damn, they look breedable as hell! And that girl… she really does look like the bitch you used to fuck the most, doesn't she?"
the hobgoblin in the red loincloth uttered, his crotch already straining against the fabric.
The blue-loincloth-wearing hobgoblin squeezed his eyes, trying to get a better look and it finally dawned on him. She was the one who had rejected him right outside the Great One's hut, but now she had completely changed.
Instead of the sickly green skin, she now possessed light pink skin and a singular white horn, her entire presence radiating an incredible sexiness.
"Oh shit, look at what is wedged between their tits! Is that a schlong?" the swift goblin stammered.
"That shit is huge! And every single one of them has one. Even the shortest bitch has the biggest penis than I've ever seen!"
He paused, his eyes wide after realizing the scale of their anatomy.
"I mean, not the biggest, Great One's weapon is still bigger... but damn!"
The blue-loincloth-wearing hobgoblin just stared at the row of women when they walked past, unable to utter a single word.
"Hey, you still there?"
his companion asked, shaking his shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here,"
he finally answered, his voice hollow.
"It was her, but that's in the past. Now she belongs to Great One."
He turned back to his work, but deep in his mind, a lustful fantasy was unfolding. Ever since the Great One had delivered her speech regarding how male goblins should fuck one another, something deep within him had shifted.
It was an incomprehensible feeling, a desire he had never once harbored toward another male, yet now everything felt different.
Instead of the position where his small cock once thrust in and out of that woman, he imagined her pumping her large shaft into his own anus and filled it with white seed.
Just the mere thought of it sent a jolt of lust through him, making his crotch hard and causing precum to leak from his tip. He desperately brushed the thought aside and focused intently on his labor.
"No, I can't think about that. Concentrate. I need to work," he thought, sweat poured down his face, his gaze fixed anywhere but on Lyssandra