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I am strong. I am powerful. I am sexy.
The words that echoed in Velvette's mind were not feeble self-affirmations that she said aloud while standing in front of a mirror. For her, these were observations of a truth that everyone around her saw as she walked through the Pride ring. While everyone knew who she was and what role she played as one of the Vees, this new Velvette was beyond who she was before.
During the latest Purge, an attempt to preserve her own life in the face of an Exorcist led to her somehow capturing their soul right before being decapitated. She had to hide before more of them came, and once she was somewhere safe, she could process what had happened to her.
At first, Velvette didn't know what to think. She never imagined it was possible to capture an angel's soul, let alone be empowered by it. Velvette had captured many souls before—how else would she have become one of Hell's Overlords? But this one felt different. It felt like her entire being had been shackled down by weights, which had just now been taken off of her. She felt faster, stronger, and much more aware of her surroundings. Was this what it was like to have the abilities of an Exorcist?
Even better, something in her told her she could travel directly to Heaven. Creating a portal there would only take a single thought, and she could devour more souls, just like she did with the Exorcist.
So, Velvette bided her time. She was prepared to wait an entire year for the next Purge to happen, which was the ultimate opportunity for her to sneak into Heaven and claim the souls of saints. Heaven's military forces were always busy with the annual Extermination, so Velvette knew that window would be her best chance to enact her plan.
When news broke out that the Extermination became a bi-yearly event, Velvette felt joy while the rest of Hell fell into panic and hysteria. When the Extermination finally happened, and with Adam spearheading the operation, nobody was there to guard the innocent souls of Heaven that were easy pickings. Of course, the Arch Angels would eventually catch wind of what Velvette was doing, so it took careful planning, luck, and self-restraint to get away with becoming powerful enough to rival Lucifer.
I am strong. I am powerful. I am sexy.
The glass pane windows of every building she walked past reflected the epitome of perfection; Velvette had curves that made succubi look insignificant by comparison (especially the likes of Verosika Mayday), from her titanous tits that bounced and wobbled with each step to her boulder-like butt that could crush just about anyone beneath her. These curves were complimented further by how her waist remained just as slim as it had always been, all while her entire body was well-defined with magnified strength crammed into every ounce of her jaw-dropping figure.
She thought up her current outfit on the fly and used her newfound abilities to manifest it into reality. Plenty of her figure was exposed thanks to how tight and revealing she made her clothes. She imagined every article was her own inanimate worshipper, clinging to her body in a way that not only made her feel sexy but also showed it to onlookers. This was especially true as she stopped before the VoxTek Headquarters building and raised her arms to stretch her body.
Velvette arched her back, which unintendedly protruded her breasts further and made them appear even more prominent. She felt the fabric around her breasts become stretched out as they struggled to contain her massive mounds. While her nonchalantly erect nipples were already visible through her tube top, the pose Velvette held made the outline of her areolae noticeable as well. During her stretch, the eight-pack abs she now sported flexed hard and appeared even more pronounced, with hillocks becoming taller and thicker and the valleys between those hills running deeper. She stood on the balls of her feet, making the thirteen-foot Sinner appear even taller.
I am strong. I am powerful. I am sexy.
Velvette lowered her arms and allowed gravity to push her down to her feet. The moment her heels hit the ground, the concrete beneath her feet heavily cracked around the point of impact. The sheer force Velvette put into the ground without even trying created a brief yet powerful quake that could only be produced by a single footfall from monsters rivaling the size of the many skyscrapers in the Pride Ring. It set off a handful of car alarms and made the onlookers she pretended weren't there run away as they realized how she could kill them without trying.
When Velvette walked into the VoxTek building, she noticed that everyone inside reacted similarly to her presence, as they could sense the power she radiated. Some hid behind objects or other people so they wouldn't be noticed, for they feared being made an example of or becoming yet another addition to Velvette's seemingly bottomless collection of souls. Others were too scared to pry their eyes off of her, let alone take cover with the rest of the witnesses.
But one Sinner caught Velvette's attention. He was a cute goat boy who was among the others petrified by her presence, and the moment they locked eyes, he started shaking like a leaf. At first, Velvette was willing to walk away and leave him be, but she noticed something else besides fear in his face. It was... lust? She watched as an uneasy smile and a blush formed in real time. Not only that, but she saw a modest tent form as his member hardened and ached with a desperate need to receive Velvette's touch.
Velvette's typical response to something like this would involve blunt force trauma to his gonads. But seeing the Sinner cowering before her, yet also finding her attractive, put a smile on her face.
"And who might you be, love?" Velvette asked.
"I-I-I'm M-Martzel, Ms. Velvette..."
"Martzel," Velvette echoed. "You're pretty cute. And brave, too. You like women who could annihilate you if they aren't careful, don't you?"
Martzel sheepishly held himself with his arms and nodded. His blushing became more pronounced.
"Oh~! Then you have wonderful tastes."
Velvette leaned forward to look Martzel in the eyes. His eyes widened as she got closer, but the feeling of her hand cupping his crotch made him gasp. He felt a warmth spread along his balls and his eight-inch cock, followed by his pants constricting tighter around his manhood. Martzel wasn't sure what was happening, and he was already lost in Velvette's white-on-red eyes, but whatever was happening felt amazing.
"I'll tell you what, darling: Mommy has some business to take care of with the boys upstairs. All you need to know is that there will be a new change in management. Once I'm done, I'll return here and let you have as much fun as you want with this body. Does that sound like a deal~?"
Martzel was reduced to a panting mess—not only from Velvette's touch but also the promise that he'd get to have sex with such a stunning Overlord! "Y-Yes, Mommy...!" he cooed.
"Good boy~!"
Velvette moved her hand away from Martzel's groin. He blinked as he felt the pleasant warmth go away. It was replaced with the biting tightness of wearing pants several sizes too small. Martzel's confusion compelled him to look down. He placed a hand over his mouth as he realized his erection had doubled in size! The tent in his pants was better equated to a poorly concealed battering ram, sixteen inches long and thicker than most soda cans. He felt how heavy his balls were, as well as how much basket space they took up in his underwear.
He watched his huge cock throb with newfound strength. He felt and heard his balls churn and gurgle, his demonic swimmers no doubt far more capable of knocking other demons up with entire litters of his caprine offspring. It was as though it were bolstered by a single drop of Velvette's power, which Martzel imagined would be enough to kill anyone unworthy of wielding it. Yet here he was, packing a lamb cock so virile that its power radiated throughout the rest of his body, giving him more virility, strength, endurance, everything to make him the perfect boy toy for someone like Velvette.
"Feel free to try it out while I'm away," Velvette encouraged as she walked to the elevator, happy to leave a future servant with such a generous gift.
"Well, someone is taking their sweet time," Valentino commented impatiently. One of his girls approached Valentino with another drink, which was unceremoniously taken and downed.
"I couldn't tell you what's keeping her," Vox remarked. "It sounded important, yet she chose to be fashionably late to her own emergency meeting."
As both Vees bantered, they were unaware of the new threat that would soon arrive. Velvette stood inside the elevator as it rose from the ground and journeyed to the top floor. What she found impressive was how the elevator shaft was still spacious despite the presence of her imposing, beautiful body. Velvette raised her hand and casually touched the ceiling of the elevator shaft, a feat she couldn't do before, which caused her cushy, plump lips to twist into an amused smirk.
I should empower myself with more souls later, Velvette decided. If I'm not tall enough that I have to duck just to get in and out of this elevator, then clearly, I'm not thinking big enough. Those two nitwits who think they can run the show will give me the power I need.
The elevator doors slid open to reveal the Vees' board room. All three of their rooms were opulent enough, but everywhere Velvette looked, there was a reminder of how much money Vox sunk into this one room just to impress other people with how rich they were since banding together as partners.
To her left was a glass window that spanned the entire wall, allowing Velvette and the other Vees to have an unobstructed view of the Pride Ring no matter where they stood or sat. The other walls, the ceiling, and the floor were all colored with the Voxtek motif with reds, blacks, and electric blues. This included the tacky table in the center, a triangular design resembling the letter V. A black wood was carved for the legs of the table, and the top-most surface was covered with a sheet of dark blue baize, with the entire table accented in a gold alloy which incorporated iron metals to give it a deep red appearance. This same alloy was also used to create statuettes of the Vees. The smug bust of Vox was the biggest, while Velvette and Valentino's were smaller but roughly the same size as each other.
Unaware of Velvette's entrance, Valentino continued his rant. "I don't know who this bitch thinks she is, but if she doesn't show up here, I'm gonna find her and pound her to a pulp! Angel Dust will think the way I treat him is playful when he sees what I'll do to her!"
Velvette could see Vox and Valentino sitting together in the two chairs at the table's wide end, meaning their backs were turned to her. She found herself grinning at Valentino's dangerous candor, even if he spoke his mind without realizing she was standing a yard away from him. She definitely wasn't going to let him live this down.
"Then you better start pounding, Val~!"
When they heard her voice, they swiveled around to see the musclebound goliath of a woman they called Velvette. They both sensed the seemingly endless power within her, but they had their own reactions to this reveal.
"HOLY FUCK!" Vox yelled.
On the other hand, Valentino had to fight to keep his emotions in check, even if his face betrayed annoyance while on the verge of a conniption fit. "Oh, you heard that, huh?" he wondered as venom seeped into his tone.
"Yeah, I did," Velvette answered as she walked closer and loomed over Valentino. "You said you'd make what you do to Angel Dust seem playful?"
"Well, yeah, because I meant that in a kinky way!" Valentino lied, using his own chuckling to ease his nerves. "You know how much of a freak I am, being a porn director and all! I'm so... happy to see you made it on time! You look gorgeous, by the way! You're trying on a new hairstyle, aren't you?"
"Thanks for noticing, but no," Velvette answered. She only became more smug as she leaned forward, almost forcing Valentino to get a look at cleavage deep enough to swallow him in. At the same time, she reached her hand to molest his crotch. There were no tricks this time, unlike what she did for Martzel. Velvette only wanted to tease her business partner. Judging from the bulge that quickly snaked down Valentino's leg, an impressive thirteen inches long while its thickness was apparent from how hard it tried to burst out of his pants, her tactics worked. In the corner of her eye, she saw the tent in Vox's pants, which meant her charm also affected him.
"Also, you really know how to flatter a girl. But we really should be focusing on business first, then pleasure." Velvette backed away and went to the opposite end of the table, where the V-shape tapered itself to a single point. "Besides, I already have some eye candy I want to spend time with after this."
This bitch is on a complete power trip! Valentino realized. On the one hand, this was a problem for Valentino. Plain as day, she was undermining the authority of the Vees, especially his own. If there was any time to put her in her place, now would be the time to do it.
On the other hand, there was something about Velvette being so cocksure and assertive that turned him on. A growing part of him wanted to see where she was going with this if only to admire her shapely rear as she walked or how her breasts bounced and wobbled with each movement she made. At first, Valentino expected the sheer weight of those chest pillows to wreak havoc on her back, but then he noticed the well-defined back muscles visible through her tight signature dress.
Eh, what the Hell, Valentino decided. Worst-case scenario, I can always pull the rug from beneath her feet. She's gonna hate me when she realizes I put a backdoor in our contract in case either of them screwed me over. Then again, she won't be able to do anything about it once I put it into effect.
Velvette was about to lower her stance to sit on the chair, but she paused as she looked it over. It was the same kind as the ones Vox and Valentino sat in, and hers was comfortable enough. But she doubted it could sustain her weight, let alone handle how curvy her body was.
Let's see, how did I see Alastor do it...?
Velvette may not have had a staff that doubled as a vintage radio microphone, but her hand proved sufficient as she nonchalantly waved in the leather seat's general direction. It burst into a peppermint red-and-white flame, which immediately expanded and vanished, leaving behind a duplicate that had been scaled up to accommodate Velvette's rock-hard buns. She then waved her hand again, this time coating it into the same Blood Gold material used at the meeting table. Giving a satisfied smile, Velvette sat on what was essentially a throne compared to where her business partners were resting. The leather creaked and squeaked as her fat ass applied a pressure they weren't used to.
"So, uh..." Vox wanted to make small talk to diffuse the imagined tension in the room. "How do you feel?"
"Hm?" Velvette glanced over at Vox.
"You know, the powers," he commented. "Being an overlord means you're powerful, and I've met plenty. But you could probably get a lot farther than I can in breaking Alastor. So again, how does it feel to have all that power?"
Velvette paused as she considered Vox's explanation, then flashed a grin. "Let me put it this way: I don't think any of us would know power like this before recently. But there's something about it that feels so right!"
Valentino simply smiled alongside Velvette as he listened, thinking: I doubt we've met anyone so smug until you showed up.
"Now then!" Velvette crossed one leg over the other as she relaxed. "I'll cut to the chase: seeing as I now hold a lot more cards than before, I would like to renegotiate our contract."
Valentino quirked an eyebrow at that. "That's it?" he wondered. "You called an emergency meeting because you wanted to alter the terms of our deal?"
"None of you would've taken me seriously otherwise," Velvette pointed out in a matter-of-fact tone. "Besides, this is something that's been overdue for quite some time."
"So, what, you engorged yourself on a shitload of souls, and you think you can call all the shots?"
Velvette remembered the moment she arrived in Heaven quite fondly. There were so many saints, and with the Exorcists deployed during the Purge, Velvette sacked so many. They were all like lambs to the slaughter. She unconsciously licked her plump lips as she beamed.
"Not just any souls, Val," she replied. "And believe it or not, you're more fucked than you realized. I could kill you both in the time it takes to yawn."
Valentino was silent. He wasn't stupid; he could sense how much power was in every fiber of her being. He mentally dissected Velvette's choice of words, which implied her power came from someplace special rather than making Sinner schmucks sign a contract en masse.
Vox, on the other hand, was shaking like a leaf at the Velvette's threat. "Ah, but you wouldn't do that, right?" he pointed out nervously. "We're still valuable for you. Valentino and I work together to bring in money from his porn productions."
"I'm in this business too, you know!" Velvette exclaimed. "There's nothing I can't do now that I have all this power." She then paused as she glanced between the other Vees. "... But no, I wouldn't kill you both. Not when you two would make decent servants. What's the point in using my incredible strength to carry mundane objects when I can get two good boys to help?"
Vox felt ambivalence; going from being the CEO of his own company to being reduced to a concierge role hurt his pride, but his fear for his life still kept him in check. While there may have been a flash of righteous anger on his screen, he mentally stepped back to take a deep breath and evaluate the situation. He was oblivious to Valentino's ace up his sleeve, so all he could do was treat this as an unwinnable scenario.
"Velvette, sweetheart, I've never had a respect for someone so powerful in my entire life," Vox began. "But you have to be reasonable. We all went into this as a team, didn't we? I'm sure we can find a compromise that'll let us keep our jobs."
"Oh, don't worry!" Velvette replied with subtle laughter. "I wasn't going to fire you both! I hadn't even told you my terms!"
Vox looked at Valentino for ideas on what to expect. After only receiving a grin from the unusually calm and collected moth demon, who took to placing his feet on his side of the desk, Vox returned his attention to Velvette. "Sorry, my dear. What were you going to propose?"
Velvette knew what she wanted: complete authority over the company, with Vox and Valentino delegated to advisory roles. This would quickly carve a path toward becoming Hell's Overlord of Overlords, a woman of incredible wealth and power. But thanks to Vox and Valentino's bickering, she realized they wouldn't take the plan seriously. Not when they doubted she had enough prowess to eclipse whatever the other Vees had put together.
An idea came to her. One that excited her emotions and caused her nether regions to become slick with an anticipated victory she would celebrate with the demon she had used her powers on minutes ago.
What was his name again? Ah, who cares! He'll be eager to fill me up even if I can't remember who he is.
"Well, I was going to tell you..." Velvette began. "But I think it might be more fun if we turned it into a wager instead!"
Valentino's interest was piqued. He removed his feet from the table and sat upright. "What kinda wager?"
"The kind that'll let you both know who's in charge," Velvette answered. "Here's what'll happen: I'm challenging both of you to a fight."
"T-That's totally unfair!" Vox exclaimed. You clearly have us at a disadvantage, and you'll end up killing us just to prove a point!"
"Now, now," Valentino interjected. "I don't think things will go that far. She just said she'll need us to help her take over Hell, right?"
Hidden behind Valentino's calm demeanor was annoyance. It was bad enough that Velvette had access to what he assumed was divine power (not any Overlord can alter the physical properties of an object). But taking her frustrations out on them seemed part of the power trip. He needed to put a stop to this.
"Exactly," Velvette continued. "Plus, roughing you up will look better on TV than outright murder."
"Better on..." Vox trailed off as he understood what Velvette said. "You're going to air this?"
"Well, how else am I gonna let all the other Overlords know who's in charge?"
Just like that, she hands me the perfect solution to this problem. If Valentino can humiliate her in front of the entire Pride Ring—if not all the layers of Hell—then Velvette's unlikely to pull a stunt like this ever again. "I like the way you think, Babydoll. Just one question: what are the stakes?"
Velvette crossed her arms underneath her ginormous tits. "Simple. If I win..."
Velvette's side of the room started to change. Instead of the Vox motif that dominated the meeting room's aesthetics, it matched that of her art studio. Pastel pink tiles fight for dominance of the entire room, as did the orange-and-pink walls that resembled a Miami sunrise. It was by her will alone that her influence stopped at the center, creating an evenly split arena with a border created by the uneven hillocks and valleys where the two styles clashed.
"... Then I have full control of the company," Velvette continued. "You two will still be working here, of course, but you will have to answer to me. And you two will help me take over the entire Pride Ring!"
Vox felt relief when he realized she wouldn't wholly cast them aside. "And if you don't mind me asking, what would happen if you lose?"
The question gave Velvette pause. With her incredible powers, which were a mix of holy and demonic magic acquired from souls from Heaven and Hell respectively, the thought of what might happen if she lost hadn't crossed her mind. Still, Velvette smiled, knowing why she never imagined herself losing: "I won't lose."
"Oh, really?" Valentino commented. He wanted to goad Velvette into making a mistake. "In that case, then I'm sure you won't mind if we come up with our own terms if you don't win. Like, say, having you be my newest sex slave?"
"Hah! What, is your boy toy not good enough for you?" Velvette wondered, taking the bait.
"Oh, Angel Dust is fine," Valentino explained. "That piece of ass is and always will be my best star. But you, dear? People will go wild seeing your fat tits bouncing on camera while getting gang-banged. Then again, nothing would make me happier than to fuck your brains out on live TV. I bet you'd enjoy people watching you scream my name~!"
Velvette stared at that toothy, shit-eating grin on Valentino's face. At first, she seemed unphased as she stared at him with white-on-scarlet eyes. In one fluid motion, she placed her hands on the table and stood to her feet as her plush thighs shoved her chair back.
"On second thought, Vox, I don't need to fight you."
Velvette exposed her pearly white teeth in a devious grin. When her build started to shift, Vox sensed a change in the air around her and used this opportunity to run to a corner and hide behind the nearest object.
Instead of a physique of raw sex appeal, Velvette's soft and plush curves hardened with muscle. Even her boulder-sized tits and ass became more compact and perky—not from an overall decrease in size, but as a side-effect of her body becoming firmer. Velvette let out a loud groan that could only be described as a primal growl. And why wouldn't she? Releasing the self-imposed shackles of her power always felt terrific.
Veins appeared as Velvette's arms and legs bulked up. Her shoulders broadened while her biceps and triceps expanded so that even a casual flex would make them as large as her head. Her thighs thickened into sturdy pillars of rock-hard muscles that surpassed her thin waist, even as her eight-pack abs hardened into mounds so pronounced that they showed up through her dress.
Velvette was holding back before, but now that Valentino dared to piss her off, she was fully intent on wiping the smug look off of his face. The fact she went as far as to grab the meeting table with one hand and flip it over with the ease of lifting a folded cardboard box betrayed her smoldering rage.
Vox flinched and retreated further into his cover, but he didn't hide himself completely. On a subconscious level, seeing a woman with this much power made him as hard as a rock. He was already aroused, but the excitement made his member achieve a peak of ten inches in length instead of nine-and-a-half inches. He was too fixated on the leviathan of a woman Velvette had become. This was a woman who could pick him up like a ragdoll and kill him with ease. This was no longer Velvette. This was a goddess-in-hell who, thanks to her sheer looks and attitude, enraptured him to the point that he was unaware of how much pre leaked out and stained his dress pants.
"Instead...!" Velvette's form became accessorized with a red spaded tail, ruby-scaled wings, and white horns. Between the horns was a red halo, symbolic of the hybridization of her powers as both a demon and an angel. The following few words boomed with supernatural harmony as she grinned down at Valentino. "I'm gonna enjoy myself and beat the shit out of the horny little piss baby!"
Unphased by Velvette's transformation, Valentino took off his sunglasses and stood up from his seat. "Impressive!" he exclaimed. "Well, since you're looking for a fight, then by all means, take your best shot!"
Valentino's smug demeanor wasn't lost on Velvette, who took pause as she noticed something was wrong. She had known Valentino for some time. He should be throwing a tantrum over getting outgunned and outsmarted, not challenging the leviathan of a woman to deal the first blow, which would be a death sentence to any lesser demon.
Valentino innocently tilted his head when he noticed Velvette's hesitation. "What's wrong? Don't you want to beat me to a pulp?"
"... You're up to something," Velvette stated flatly.
Valentino chuckled as he put his sunglasses back on. "Well! It's good to know that little show you gave me didn't take away your brainpower," he joked. "Sweetheart, let me fill you in on what's going on. When I made the contract that made us all business partners, I wrote it up knowing one of you would be dumb enough to try and take over as king of the castle."
Vox peeked his head from around the corner. "So... What happens next?"
"Oh, that's the best part," Valentino began. "The moment she walked in here looking to take over our business, she enacted a backdoor clause that allows me to take all of her souls away."
"You're bluffing!" Velvette accused. "Even if I signed off on something like that, I would've known if you took away all that power."
"That's because I haven't done it yet, sweetheart!" Valentino raised his hand and extended only his index finger and his thumb, which were placed around Velvette like she were nothing more than an action figure between his two fingers. "Hey, Voxy. Come check this out."
Velvette was about to step forward, but a strange force kept her paralyzed. She felt pressure below her feet and on top of her head, but she found she could still move her arms and look around with her eyes. "What the hell?"
Vox watched as Valentino brought his thumb and index fingers closer together. In tandem, Velvette felt the pressure on her body intensify. Her power waned until she was knocked out of her ultimate form, back to a soft and supple Velvette as her muscles seemingly melted away. The rippling abs vanished from within her dress, her breasts and ass ballooned back to their peak size, and her thighs became better suited as a bed than two weapons of mass destruction.
But what made the situation worse was the dizziness she felt as her power continued to slip out of her like sand flowing through a sieve with even the gentlest motion. Her beefy body from before had vanished, but now it felt as though every ounce of strength and muscle definition that decorated a toned physique was melting away.
Velvette looked around and saw the room around her getting bigger, but she knew what was going on: she was rapidly losing inches of her height!
In a panic, Velvette reached her hand to her midriff. Her eyes widened in horror as her core, toned enough to grate cheese off of, was burning away! She only felt her six-pack as it dwindled in musculature until it was nothing more than a flat (albeit trim and fat-free) stomach. Velvette did her best to push herself out of the gravitational pull of an influence that left her stuck where she was standing.
Eventually, when she felt the pressure on her body cease, Velvette looked around and found the room around her the same size she had always been used to. She was back to her original height and had less power and influence than before her ascension. Everything she had was now gone. The only thing Valentino didn't take away was her unwieldy curves, which Velvette felt had somehow become even more exaggerated.
"There!" Valentino declared. "What do you think, Voxy? Not half-bad, is she?"
Vox looked between Valentino and Velvette in astonishment, which quickly became trepidation. "So wait, if you could do that to her, does that mean you're about to..."
"Grow?" Valentino interjected. He knew what Vox was about to say because it was true; every muscle in his body, from his toes all the way up to his neck, felt an incredible pressure being applied to them. His wings seemingly opened up of their own will, revealing his attire underneath. Unlike Velvette's experience, Valentino was about to experience a slower burn. One that he knew would feel better than sex. "I can't wait~!"
Valentino's member tented his expensive pants as he drank in the sensation welling up within him. His cock was as hard as a diamond and visibly throbbed, which only made it appear determined to tear through its denim confinement—the same way a phalanx charged through enemy lines—just to fuck the shit out of the now-smaller Velvette. Valentino's sex drive was skyrocketing out of control, but he knew in his mind to show restraint. He knew he would claim Velvette for himself, maybe even show her off as a prize in the office and wherever else he went.
All he had to do was give in to the nagging desire that set his body ablaze. Velvette had no choice but to watch in despair as she saw the moment when Valentino's ascension, the same one she had gone through, finally began.
Valentino's entire body pulsed and staggered as he curled all four of his arms down into a crab flex, grunting as the power he took from Velvette jolted his body into growing. Every muscle fiber in his body hardened like a steel band, even bloating into proper biceps and quads. He felt his chest tightening up as they swelled into proper pecs, which was all too visible thanks to how exposed his suit jacket was.
"Damn!" Valentino exclaimed. "Is this how you felt when you took all those souls?"
An intense shot of testosterone flooded his bulking body like a torrent, and the side effects manifested as the tent in his pants became more prominent. Every time his heart beat, which in turn made his entire body pulse with added muscle, his dick grew a handful of inches at a time. His already-impressive pornstar endowment, thirteen inches of moth cock, surged to sixteen inches, then nineteen, twenty-two... twenty-four...
Valentino's thighs and calves grew in tandem with his arms, stretching out his white dress pants. As Vox backed away from the growing moth, he saw more muscle growth along Valentino's back. His burgeoning traps and broadening shoulders gave his body an imposing Y-shape. Vox's jaw gravitated toward the floor while he watched in awe as Valentino's buttocks inflated and became visible through his pants. Each of those steel buns could easily pin Vox against the nearest surface and even crush him if Valentino tried hard enough.
... Twenty-seven... thirty... thirty-three... thirty-six...
"Yes! More!" Valentino yelled, his voice becoming more bassy. "Make me bigger!"
... Thirty-nine... forty-two...
Valentino's clothes made a valiant effort to keep his body contained, but the first casualty was his pants. His thighs, thick with enough muscle to crush a steel ball between them, practically blew the leggings away and into fabric scraps. This, in turn, revealed his diamond-hard cock as it surged upward and stood straight enough to compete with a flagpole. His testes dropped with a heavy slap against his chiseled legs now that they were no longer constrained to the minuscule basket space they were left with. Initially the size of pool balls, the heavy orbs that loudly gurgled and flooded the room with musk and masculine pheromones had now rivaled Velvette's head in sheer size. Their growth only slowed down when they became fat enough to rival the size of Velvette's pelvis-crushing ass.
... Forty-five...
Valentino let out a deep, triumphant roar as he rapidly surged to fifteen feet in height, with the sound of his clothes being torn to shreds or snapping in half (it was remarkable that his belt held on for as long as it had) acting as the instrumentals to the climax of his transformation. And immediately after reaching it, the tension in his body disappeared.
Valentino stared at himself with heavy breath and discovered he stopped growing. He was almost disappointed; he would've loved to see how much he could continue to tower over his colleagues. But then again, what he had now was far more sufficient than he could've hoped!
Valentino raised his upper arms and gave them a casual flex. Veins trailed along his biceps as they rose to twelve inches in height, and he knew that if he tried hard enough, he could get them to reach as far as fifteen or sixteen inches. Meanwhile, Valentino used his hands from his lower arms to feel up his four-foot cock. Because of the immense size of his throbbing shaft, easily thicker than Velvette's curvy waist, he didn't have to look down past his swollen barrel chest to admire it.
Even Vox and Velvette were in awe of the hyper-endowed behemoth before them. While Vox simply popped yet another boner, Velvette had to deal with an inner conflict between her ambition and her lust. She wanted to chew Valentino out for taking away something she worked hard for, maybe even kill him.
But Velvette's tight cunt started drooling as she smelled Valentino's musk from several feet away. She wanted to feel up Valentino's muscles. There were those powerful legs that could crush her while pinned beneath his foot. She desired to lick and kiss his rippling abs, each hill of thick muscle forming ravines deep enough to hide spare change inside—assuming that a casual flex wouldn't accidentally flatten any coins inside! Her body wanted him to rail her. Such an intense craving bore a hole into her through her nether lips, which even she knew could only be filled with the thick spunk that churned within those heavy, sweaty balls that the tightly-fitted scrotum kept secure.
Valentino didn't need to look around to see their reaction to him. He knew how much he turned them on and loved every minute of it. He turned his head away from Velvette. "Hey, Voxy?"
Vox snapped out of his stupor when he heard Valeinto speak with a lower voice range than expected. It had a rich, masculine deepness that could hypnotize or intimidate others around him. But Vox still recognized who spoke. "Y-yes?"
Valentino glanced back at Velvette and smirked. "Why don't you go get a camera or two? Velvette said it herself; we should go on air so people know who's in charge."
Velvette's mind was blank. She couldn't think about how she got into her current predicament, let alone how to escape it. This wasn't from a lack of trying; her mind raced for reasons other than her pride or a plot for revenge. It was purely on the beefcake brute who forced her onto the table (which he took time to un-flip) and for her legs to spread open before sticking his monster cock far enough to stretch out her womb like a condom.
Valentino had a firm grip on her. His lower hands held onto Velvette's thighs, his fingers sinking deep into the plush flesh. He found something to do with his upper hands. One squeezed at her throat as he used the poor fashionista like a sex doll. The other held Velvette's phone, which he used to stream the event directly from her Sinstagram account. While Vox's camera set-up was good at getting the action from different angles, Valentino knew the best way to punish her new pet was to let her own audience see who was in charge. Needless to say, the sight of the ethereal gag she was forced to wear was a treat for him and her Sinstagram followers. And he loved how his supersized package casually stretched her inner walls to their limits.
"There, see~?" Valentino began. "This isn't so bad after all, is it? I bet you feel stupid for not wanting to do this sooner."
Velvette tried to protest, but because of the gag that blocked any attempt to hurl industrial-grade obscenities at her molester, combined with how his massive cock hit all the right notes, all she could do was moan. And the more aggressive she tried to sound to get her point across on how much she hated him, the more it only made her appear to enjoy the dick she was forced to take.
Of course, Valentino had fun with Velvette's disadvantage. "Heh, I understand. What matters is that you're taking it like a champ now rather than later."
He switched to the selfie camera on Velvette's phone so the audience could see his handsome mug. Valentino slowly tilted it down to show off his meaty pecs, his shredded core, and finally, Velvette’s hungry cunt! Every time he brought his hips back, he got to show off the thick veins that started from the base and scattered into different jagged rivers of blood to give his erection its incredible vitality. His balls slapped against her ass cheeks, the sound of which carried itself throughout the entire room.
"I hope the ladies watching the stream like what they see," Valentino continued. "If you're lucky, I'll give you the same attention. Anything you want to say to your followers, babe?"
Velvette barely registered what Valentino was saying. Under less lecherous circumstances, she'd chew him out for using her phone. But an impending orgasm from being forced to give a blowjob doused any aggressive intentions before she had the chance to feel enraged.
"Whoa!" Valentino stopped and brought the phone closer to the action. While his member remained motionless, it was easy for Velvette’s Sinstagram followers to see how their favorite celebrity’s vagina clamped down on his monster cock as best as it could, all while juices flowed out and coated his balls in cum. He brought the camera back up to his face. “I barely got started and you already came? For shame~!”
Valentino’s expression changed from being smug to being annoyed. He switched to the front-facing camera. "And just what are you doing?"
Vox stopped as he got caught climbing onto the desk while completely naked. His rock-hard cock was already drooling pre.. "What does it look like? I'm getting in on the action!"
"There's no way you're about to deflower my prize before I do."
Visibly annoyed, he motioned to the bottom half of Velvette and exclaimed, "I don't want your sloppy seconds either! But the way I see it, there's a perfectly good hole for me to plug! And my balls are gonna turn blue if I have to keep watching you have all the fun!"
Behind the phone Valentino held, he gave a toothy grin. "Aww, does this turn you on that badly~? I'm sorry to hear that."
"Yeah, so can I please spitroast her with you?" Vox proposed, hoping Valentino would finally see reason.
Valentino paused as he pretended to consider the idea. He wouldn't budge on this. He wanted to fill Velvette up by himself, and he wouldn't let Vox so much as penetrate his prize. But Valentino figured out a compromise, one that was arousing that it caused his balls to audibly gurgle and churn with the volume of a hungry belly.
"How about this: I'll let you top her but on one condition."
Vox's excitement showed on the phone camera. "Yeah, anything!"
Valentino's hand briefly appeared on the camera as he brought it away from Velvette's throat. Whatever he did was out of frame, as the camera was focused on the horny Vox. This offered a unique advantage to anyone watching: the stream caught Vox's dick instantly disappearing (as though hiding inside his body) in high definition, leaving behind a tight pussy. The sensation was so jarring for him that he let out a strangely feminine grunt. He looked down and felt around his groin. He couldn't feel the raging hard-on he sported just a moment ago. Furthermore, he now had huge, heavy breasts and a curvy figure. While his new form paled in comparison to Velvette’s physique, Vox could easily surpass the beauty of nearly every succubus in Hell.
"My dick!" Vox exclaimed. He paused as he grabbed his throat. He tried to clear it to shake off the unusual distortion in his voice, but then it dawned on him what had happened.
"What did you do to me!?" Vox leaned forward and slammed a fist on the table as she demanded an answer, which made her heavy breasts bounce from the sudden motion.
"Hey, I'm not the one who agreed to the terms before hearing them," Valentino argued. "Besides, you look even better now that you're a woman."
“I cannot believe you!" she stated with venom.
"Hey, calm down!" Valentino replied as he switched back to the selfie camera on Velvette's phone. "It's not like it's gone for good. Watch."
Valentino lowered the phone so the camera could get a good angle of Velvette and how his dick bulged out from within her womb. From the surprised grunt that came from Velvette, followed by her feeling up her stomach to feel the bulge his cock made, the stream's chat went wild as Valentino's monster cock got even bigger! Vox had the privilege of seeing Velvette's stomach bulge lurch even further, moving closer toward the CEO. She was stunned into silence as she realized the forty-eight-inch meat spire grew to a fifty-eight-inch behemoth using the cock she used to have between her legs.
"Don't worry, Voxy, you'll get your inches back when we're done." He strategically hid his face from Vox's view using Velvette's smartphone, which allowed him to silently mouth two words to the captivated audience: "He won't."
Barely missing Valentino admitting to lying, Vox glanced back up at him. "What am I supposed to do without my dick!?"
The camera went back to streaming Vox and his skeptical expression. "Oh, I know just the thing." He made the gag vanish, allowing Velvette to speak again. “There! Now be a good girl and have fun.”
Vox rolled her eyes and decided to go with it. She unceremoniously moved closer.
Velvet noticed Vox’s approach and how she hovered over her. “What the fuck are you—”
Vox sat down directly onto Velvette’s face, forcing her to eat her former boss out. While she didn’t like the humiliation of having her face ridden like a bike seat, she knew being turned into a girl and being eaten out would humiliate Vox even more. So, she put effort into swirling her tongue around to hit all the right spots that Vox didn’t know she had.
Vox’s entire body tensed up. Somehow, this felt even better than if she stuck her missing manhood directly into Velvette's mouth and down her throat. Vox couldn't keep her tongue inside her mouth; instead, she let it droop out and drool as new sensations flooded her body and overwhelmed her.
Naturally, the attention from both sides also drove Velvette wild. She finally gave up trying to fight against the tide and reached her hands to play with her breasts, cycling between fondling them and tugging at her nipples. She climaxed again, and Valentino made sure to catch everything on camera; the orgasm, the breast fondling, and even how cute Vox looked as she was eaten out.
Everything felt terrific to Valentino, from getting his dick sucked to all the comments from viewers blazing by to stroke his ego. He leaned forward and used his lower hands to hold Velvette by her throat as he thrust faster and harder. His balls audibly growled (loud enough to drown out the sound of his scrotum aggressively slapping against Velvette's fat ass) as they prepared for an imminent release.
Velvette's eyes shot open as she felt a sudden warmth rushing to her core. Even without her face getting buried in Vox’s soft thighs and virgin pussy, she didn't need to look up to know Valentino's balls were pumping long, thick ropes of demon jizz directly into her body.
Holy shit! He's filling me up so quickly!
The rush of the first shot of cum getting pumped into her made Velvette climax a third time. Even Vox found herself losing control of her body as an intense orgasm rocked her body just from the mere sight of Velvette's belly growing to such incredible size. Vox shuddered as she rode out the incredible shockwaves of pleasure that rocked her body, her eyes glued to the stomach that swelled to the point of making the fashionista look nine months pregnant and beyond.
Velvette rubbed her stomach as it grew, inflating her further and making her appear knocked up with an entire brood.
It's still going...! she realized. He’s going to make me explode! There's no way I'm gonna have any more room for his cum! But it feels so good! His cock feels amazing! His cum feels amazing! Velvette felt a third hand rubbing her stomach and making the gelatinous sperm slosh around. She could immediately tell it was Valentino's.
"Mmf~! That's it, sweetheart, take every last drop." Valentino grinned as he recorded his entire orgasm, bloating Velvette's stomach. Her belly swelled enough that it was practically bigger than both of her breasts combined. Once his climax had ended, he walked back and pulled his cock out, exposing more of the shaft until his thick head came out with a juicy pop. His nearly sixty-inch obelisk was on full display while the torrent of jizz he forced into her womb gushed out.
Vox stared at the throbbing member in awe. "Holy fuck...!"
"Don't worry, ladies and gentlemen," Valentino started, addressing the parasocial audience watching the broadcast. "I've still got more than enough in me to keep going. Besides, I can't disappoint such beautiful girls, can I?"
"That was… so much…!" Velvette commented.
"Yeah, you’re definitely knocked up," Valentino replied. "But can I blame you? I doubt either of you can get enough of this dick. Now go on: tell the audience at home who your daddy is."
"Um..." Vox couldn't believe she was about to say this, but her body ached with an overpowering need to be bred. "Y-you're my daddy...?"
"That's good, but I want more passion!" Valentino explained. "Now try again. Who's your daddy?"
"Y-you're my daddy!" Vox repeated, louder this time.
"Good girl. And you, Velvette? Who's the one in charge around here?"
"You are, Daddy!" Velvette answered. "I love you and your cock so much! I can't live without it!"
"I want it too!" Vox yelled desperately, trying to relieve the burning arousal by grinding against Velvette’s face like a dog in rut.
"Yeah?" Valentino grinned, knowing he had them singing like songbirds. "In that case, I'll make sure to dick you both down so much that you'll forget all about working here. When I'm done, both of you will only be good enough to polish my cock with your tongues and empty my balls."