Princess Spell Disaster


Written by Septia


-Chhrrlpfshtwf- Clumps of colon brewn slush oozed from Onska's gaping ass. In her teetering wake she forged paths of manure crawling with critters and mold, streaks of clot dripping from her pried nipples, and tethered webs of cum sloughing from her cock-slit. The last two days had been spent primarily by the stables, stuffing some beast's cock in her ass or nursing its dung while she waited for her brother to come back and dick her out of her mind. She could fit her outstretched palm in her ass without touching the brim, though it would inevitably be soiled with the remnants of whatever muck was brewing within. Her tits hung down to her knees, bloated with milk she had the animals nurse from, letting them chew on her teats till they no longer proved a blockage for the milk. From her jaw, stretching down to her cleavage, was a streak of pure umber. Clumps of indigestibles and strands of hay caked in with the fudge she'd gorged herself on for days, smearing billowing stripes of clotted manure over her chest, collecting and draining from the splash zone down the canyon of her cleavage to form a rorschach of mud, still doughy chunks tobogganing in droves down her breasts. 
	“Phfaaa fhaha…” Onska huffed, her mind craved more, its desire far from sated, and yet over the days a tiny voice had kept requesting a brake, and in this haze of intoxication in depravity she’d finally listened. The princess stumbled into the stable outhouse, bumping through the threshold with tits moulding around the precipice, before -Chhrnrkcks- -Chhrwth- the planks creaked concave under her bulk, to allow her entrance, quivers caressed her spine as she felt splinters of wood bounce off of her jugs. 
	“Mmnfgg mga… Mfms,” she grunted and brushed over her abdomen, a red welt the size of her forearm previously obscured by her tits hiding at her abdomen, last time she was sure would be her end, her skin sore from grazing up to the prospect of rupturing. 
	“Ooofmuh… so good, mms, is gonna be the death of me,” she mumbled as she sat back on the toilet. 
	-Cshhkjjutllrstp- A crinkle and smear of polished clay rippled through the outhouse. Bolts of pleasure tearing up Onska as she sat back, huffing and chomping down on her lower lip. “Mffmmfwf mfafhs what tmaths the?” She peered down, watching her pucker contorted around the toilet in the midst of sloping down for support, only the seat able to hamper the advance, -Shttpstly- though the rear had soon swallowed up this as well. The toilet pantomimed up over her body in warping bulges, wedging her intestines which congested around the porcelain. 
	Eyelids twitching, face contorted in a sardonic grimace, palms clawed to her head. “The heckfmfs,” Her ass had just devoured the toilet. Her expression twitched. Of course, it had. Why wouldn't it? Mfs, and of course it would feel so good.” Ache and satisfaction drummed in a round song through her body around the distending bloats. And she felt her chest rippling with heat. It felt… good… better. Right then, something clicked. 
	“J-fjust taking it up my c-cootch, fmms, i-isn't enough, I need, mmfmmrore.” -Grnrnrnbgb- A tension like strained rubber cracked through her body. Onska groaned as the torrid ripples swarmed her; the same feeling from her chest. -Chrkrknckc- The boards of the outside creaked beneath her, Onska raised herself upwards, the outhouse growing smaller and, playing a symphony of vibrating seams. She doubled over, burrowing her face in her chest that bunched up against the floor, then crawled upwards. The tension speared into cracking, her shoulders hitting the roof and her rear filling out the corners of the room, chest weighing into the planks… -Chhrrlthx- the door flung up, in twain, cracked horizontally so teach segment flapped on its hinges as the chest barreled outwards.. Onska quivered, suffocating in her own bust, she drew in a breath, an flexed. -Crrkrkthch- Ckrkbrrkxtxth- The outhouse ruptured, demolished as the princess's limbs tore through the walls and flung it asunder in an eruption of splintered boards. Shingles burst into and flapping free of her head which emerged through the ceiling, after which she took a deep gasp of air that echoed through the orchards. 
	Onska tried to catch her breath. She watched the surrounding destruction, the flooring caved in under one of her feet, her sole bathed in the build up of muck in the reservoir below. The roof remained as a necklace, spikes and jagged ceramic jabbing into her. 
	“Mmfmfs, Omms yess…,” she huffed out. The mists of lust clouding her mind had been scattered by a tornado. She understood. The more depraved her acts, the more she gained. Her body pulsated with might. She trained the desire, it was loud in her head, but now… she had no need to beg, she could get whatever she wanted. 
	“I am in control,” she mumbled. -Crkrktchht- with a pinch of her buttocks she shattered the toilet in her bowels, rising up with razor shard clattering out her gaping brim. She scampared to herself to the stables, she stood a rough half head above it. -sfltpsh- She noticed a smear under her soles. Muck from the outhouse basin were left as broad footprints on the grass fields and dirt roads. Her tongue crawled along her lips. 
	“A growing girl should have a healthy appetite,” she mused, and Slammed her knees into the ground, rubble quaking over the road as she drove her hand into the earth, wringing it around in the path to sunder the packed dirt, scooping up the muck encrusted dirt in a handful. For a moment she admired the layers of sediment, crawling with wilting roots and critters, before driving it into her face. -Chrlpths- Loam trickled down her cheeks and layers of mud drooled down her chin to clump up over the markings on her bust, Onska’s stuffed cheeks bloated with the dung marked earth, -Chhrnch- crunching the ground into gravel between her molars and feeling the breadth of tastes and textures digging into her flesh. 
	“Mmmrrag fmwmafhsm fmossh yehas,” she mumbled with her maw full, swallowing it in a series of gulps -Chbrrg- that jutted out her gullet. But before that she was scurrying across the ground, following her footsteps, head close to the ground as she dug up another handful, scraping off the muck laden earth and shovelling it straight into her orifice. Her lips powdered with dust she dug a hand deep into the earth, way past the muck, but chowing down on the packed dirt and drizzling mud laced spittle across the pit. “Mmfs, mothts tis the right stuff,” she was muffled with her cheeks inflated and sagging with course gravel. She spotted a rich, lightly sun backed print of muck on the grass. This time she pounced on it with the gait of a predator and… -Chhrarramrph- drove her head straight into it. Her teeth digging into the ground to gorge out a mouthful, rocks and stone crashing into her molars along with the warping grass as she chomped up mouthfuls straight form the lawn, -Ahamrmp- -Amrmpth- -Maamrmpgh- her munches muffled the deeper she excavated her head into the ground, throat constantly bloating from sending untold kilos of earth packing into her distending stomach. 
	“Fmmfs, gmphaaahhaa,” she panted as she raised her head out from the teeth marked pit, rocks jammed into her eyes and grit draining down her eye slits, with here face scooted in earthen dust, tongue hanging free for rocks and chewed sediments to descend over her lips. Her eyes darted to and fro, eliciting crumbled grinds of sediment from under her eyelids. The stables. She gritted her teeth in a grin and crawled towards it, raising herself high. “I might need a new entrance,” She sneered and hopped, her bust crashing into the roof, rupturing the tiling and planks to crater around her bust, boards on the opposite ends of the building flinging up like see-saws and scattering roof tiles into the distance, roars and whinnies of horses and beasts cried out as she broke through the building, crumbling a curvaceous outline of her bust through the roof while crumpling support beams under the rest of her weight. The impact of shattering the roof, concaving a pit around her entrance and casting up a cloud of dust that encapsulated the building. 
	Onska once inside drove into the troughs of horse feed, teeth crunching through wood and feed alike, and throwing chunks of firewood from her maw. She scraped up around the stables, shoving the horses aside to scoop the bundles of their manure together, rolling the chunks along with the hay into a chocolate bonbon which she sprinkled with bits of shattered roof. 
	“Mfms, finally some dessert after days of meat,” she mumbled and crammed the ball as wide as her face into her mouth, lips bending over it, sprawling along the clump and she moaned and chewed through the sludgy mess, drool soaking and mixing in with the filth into a slime that splattered around her neck, up into her hair, and trickled onto her bust in shades of pale auburns. “Mfms, itsi gooog ood,” she coughed out around the ball and spat it out half, cupping it down to her nethers and plunging it inside of her, moaning as the drool soaked fudge bonbon was consumed by the depths of her ruined lust canal, soaking it roughly in horse fertilizer. 
	“Mfmm smpaha shaha, the more I domfms the better it feels.” he huffed out through clasped teeth crawling forth through the stable and ramming her head through the walls -Chhrrsths- -Srrhhthch- crumbled supports flinging free from the back of the stable, the giant crawling free while leaving a deflated tent of a stable behind her, through which the animals fled. 


 “Think she's calmed down by now?” Ansar asked as the princess headed out to the stable grounds, back from their city trip. 
	“Doubt it, I want to have more fun before we-…” Amid stopped as he caught sight ahead. 
	“Mmawgmms gawmght,” Onska, now over four meters tall, curled up by the remains of the stable outhouse, her head burrowed into the earth and gnawing through ground and plank alike, -Schusslrpt- suckling up the basin of collected muck while chomping through wood and beams to get to it. 
	-Sqhreeeee- A shriek coming from her rear, where a particularly fat sow was jammed halfway up her rear, muck still leaking around the plug to cake it in layers of manure to properly congest her gaping asshole, and despite this she was leaking brown bile. 
	“Mfmrwmf?” Onska huffed as she brought her head out of the ground, layers of rising clay splattered across her front, her face slathered in sloughing muck that tobogganed down her face like dunes of wax. Whole boards were caught up in the brown curls of her dishevelled contours and a necklace of jagged planks wrapped around her neck. Her cheeks laid bulging as she started at her brothers, she sloshed it from one chin to the next. -Shhslgh- -CHthchgtsgs- -Gmmrpgbt- then swallowed it a single guzzle. And showed her muck soaked teeth in a smile. “Well well, look who’s back, if it isn't my bastard brothers.” 


~ 1 ~


“Tffss, oh, yeah fits it s gorgeous,” Onska huffed out as she sprawled out in her bedroom, threading on the new bra she had commissioned. It was lines of steel chains hugging around her bust, few other materials could hold them together, despite her growth her cleavage still contained her framed. At the end of the chains where they crossed her nipples were a pair of morning-stars; steel clubs with sharp spikes made to dent and puncture armour. -Chhrslphts- “Mmrmrsha right in there,” Onska huffed as she crammed the second morning-star up into to her teat, wedging the spiked ball into the sock of leaking flesh, cramming the adorned jutting bulges deep into her demolished glands until the bra seat held, bounding with her chest and rattling the maces within her. “Mmrfs, oh they are perfect compliment to this gorgeous eidolon of the divine,” she huffed through clasped teeth as she massage her chest, sighing and standing up her towering stature, making another dent in the ceiling around her head as she adorned her body. She snapped the panty string around her rear, it was not but a decorated rope, lining down over her gulf of her pussy and pucker, leaving them wide open to be gawked at and admired as they drizzled luscious slime onto the ground. “Is it not beautiful?” she asked. 
	“Phaa. Hot as heck yfsms, massive bitch,” Amid huffed out. The prince splayed out on a pile of bundled up pillows together with Ansar at the corner of her room. Their cocks keeping up pace with their sister’s growth to sate her, but now despite her taking them both in at once, they got tired too quickly for her taste. 
	“Bet I am, you cockbag dorks, Mfmss, I am heading out.” Onska chuckled as she crawled out through the door, her shoulders raising the frame of the door while her bust could now barely slide through the broadened angle her entrances had sculpted over the past days. She sauntered down the castle halls, slowing down near a servant or other folk, cupping her breasts and looming her canyon above them. She had made all this possible, and she watched a mix of shock and trepidation, and admiration feuled her desire further. 
	“Look at these babies,” she called out to a maid as she squatted down, digging her fingers into her chest so they spouted out volleys of thick milk over the woman. “You'd think driving horses of battering rams down them would break them down, but they are gushing more than ever.” 
	“Y-yes m-m’am, y-you…” the maid hesitated, “you are l-like a faucet.” 
	“Damn Heck yeah I am, gotta find if there is anything I can ram up there to pulverise them for good, fmfms, I can feel em growing already.” She huffed and stomped through the halls, the rocks beneath her feet denting and sinking under her footprints. 


“I am here to have an audience with the regal majesty, and,” the dignitary declared and scoffed, “I shant wait another minute.” 
	“Sir, the royal pair have their hands full with-.” 
	“Coming through, Bitches ants,” a scream interrupted negotiations as Onska stormed into the meeting chamber, her bust bounding through the treshold of the gate to scatter rocks throughout the room. 
	“Wha-thas is the matter with this.” 
	“You are looking at upcoming perfection,” Onska answered the dignitary, brushing rubble out of her hair. 
	The dignitary started her up and down. “You are monstrosity.” 
	Onska smiled. -Crrssth- then ground a rock to dust between her palms. “Care to rephrase?” But she did not give him any time before she picked up the end of his chair, and flipped him out of it onto the table, “what is the meaning of-…” He began before he saw her raise the chair high, till the wide legs were level with her face. 
	She plunged the chair legs into herself, each wooden beam angled square into her eyes. --Chrhrwwkkth- -Chhxxrrhts- the legs cracked on impact. 
	“Cmnrgrgaawfs,” Onska screaming as she drove the legs deep, the wood splintering and erupting into a wall of dust and fractured shards drizzling out over the room. Falling like javelins around the dignitary as she crumbled the legs to the seat.
	“Mrrfmmggs, more, by skies and earth that hurt so gaahhooad,” she screamed as she drove the remaining two legs into her eyes. The wood bent at her pupils before fracturing into shards; the remains of the chair splintered into toothpicks that rained onto the ground around her. She blinked, jabs of sharp wood following with her eyelids and trickling down as she turned her gaze back towards the man. 
	“That should show that my eyes are working perfectly well,” Onska declared and clawed her hands around the man, hosting him up like a doll, “so yours are the ones lacking. You might require a closer look.” 
	“”U-unhand me.” 
	“Your call,” she grinned and dropped him into her cleavage, still matted and encrusted with manure, stale spunk and layer so dirt and filth -Shshptths- crinkling against the dignitary as his legs sunk inside the crevasse. 
	“”P-please, S-stopfms what is this?” 
	“The hottest bust ever in the making, you can you tell now?” She groaned and pushed her palms into the side of her chest, kneading and prying them apart to let them -Chffwttwp- chomp up more of the guest, embedding him in the decrepit depths. 
	“S-stusp I will, Fmfmsf WMF-.” He grunted, muffled as his face was bulldozed over by the moulding patches of bust blubber. His entire body engulfed, only visible by the ripples his struggles carved into the warping cleavage. “YMFms yeah aren't they hot? Aren't they not the sexiest thing you have ever seen? Engross yourself in themssss, mountians of pure blisss,” her voice squeaked into a squeal at the end, as she clamped her arms around her chest, bounding her bust into a vice grip that sealed shut… -Chhrrlpxrlrlth- -Chhrslth- -Xhhctth- The boob flesh collapsed upon the trapped body, cracks of branches sundered while submerged in a swamp bound out from her cleavage, the weight of the whole chest -Chbrbrbwnw- rippling in the sudden compression and filling the space occupied mere moments ago. Rattles spread that shook down to her tail-bone and up to her head, leading her expression to melt into pleasure and her head tossed and turned, flinging splinters and gravel around as she moaned and squeezed her bust together, kneading her breasts to mill the man into paste. Chunks of tattered clothing and dashes of vermilion splurting out to plaster a gleaming  contrast to the matt manure and fair skin of her bosom. Her chains clattered in the aftershock and buckets of liquid lust oozing free of her corked, ruined cunt and Spilling from her corked nipples. Her legs quivering as she went down on all fours and slumped back onto her rears, shaking the room as her buttocks moulded out a groove in through the carpet and into the rock foundation. "Fmfmwr fmaaa, they are much better up close. Fmfnss, I know you can see that now.” She huffed and moaned, the associated retreated to the back of the room. 
	They watched her hump into the table till its splintered and tumbled onto three legs, with creaks spiralling up the mahogany wood, before the princess stumbled out of the room, soaking the floor in her wake. 


~ 2 ~


Onska was bored. A sensation she had grown unused to. She huffed, groaning, tucking her hand into her crotch as she wandered through the castle halls, the carpets stained in coats of her juices and filth, furniture and walls crumpled and smashed, but there had been no change, it wasn't enough. She snatched up a maid on her way, grinding them up against the rope spring in front of her pucker, groaning as the crammed their head in and wrung the girl's shoulders through her warped pucker, the brim accommodating even to the width of an entire human wedged up into her, wrapping around their contours as she pumped them in and out furiously, “Mmf sfmmf, sffs come on.” She huffed and strained, and then -Shshrptsh- stuffed the rest of them into her ass, to the points she couldn't reach them, despite digging through the lubricating manure caking her chasm. “Mmfs, mfs, buts…” She huffed out, something over her heartstrings knotted, she was abusing others to fulfil her desires, just to please that ache and will to grow. She'd stop if only it didn't... feel so... “Mfmwmf smahaa” She huffed out in radiant howls, her snatch leaking another flood, buckets full of lust cascading free with slime and stored cum, the orgasm quaking through her body. “If only it didn't hurt so good to be on top.” She wheezed. Then realised, she was… she wasn't… 


-Chrlrltchcs- Cobble crumbled around as Onska burst through the gates to the throne room, glaring at the king and queen on their thrones in heated debate at the throat with their advisors. 
	“Mother, Father,” She called out, stomping through the chamber to scrunch up carpet and flooring, “it is high time you abdicated and inducted me as ruler.” 
	The pair looked to one another. 
	“Sweetie,” The queen began, “You... we... are still not sure what is wrong with you, but we are doing our-” 
	The king then chimed in. “But we are doing our foremost to-.” 
	“Theere is nothing, wrong, with this,” She called out, her body covered in more grime than he meagre excuse for clothing, her teats drooling puddles of slime onto the carpet as she neared. 
	“Dear, w-we know, and we promise we will.” 
	-Aar-Phttoo- She spat on them, filaments of her saliva drooling between her parents. 
	“IF you aren't leaving the throne, then I am taking it myself.” Onska cried and winced the two thrones together. She stood above her parents with their seats mangled together, and crashed her rear into them… -Chrllpwrths- The rope acting as her panties separating the throne seats as the rulers were crammed inside the princess's cock gulf, mortar of muck and slime crinkling like a ton of slugs dropped into a ditch, as Onska wrung and gyrated her hips down over her parents. 
	“Mmrg mtbs, get sp my pussy you jerk.” she grunted as her pit -Chhrlrpstsh- widened, warping and straining taut around the thrones, this was bigger than she had ever tried so far, her spine tingling with ache and her skin tautened like a drum. Yet, she kept forcing it down, drowning the thrones in the oozing grime she'd crammed up her snatch, spearing the thrones through her pit, reaching through her cervix, warping the corrupted mess of a funnel… -Fdmdpth- until her cheeks rammed onto the ground, Her abdomen contouring, bending around metal adornments of the thrones jutting out of thin skin-clad bumps across her abdomen. For a moment, silence reigned with Onska's panting. Though this term was short… -Chrrlrlspthtsuchc- her colon contracted, pinching together the metal thrusters, -chrllcpsthc- the churnings pulverising the former rulers in the domain of her ravaged rectum. Streaks of saltwater muddled amber grime trickled own Onska's face, chipping after breath as she gyrated her buttocks into the marble ground. 
	“Mfmf, Iamm… I love it.” she howled, “” I love how utterly wrecked my cunt is, fmff, is that the best, mfsm I still think I could have kids at this poitng,” She heaved out and bobbed her ass down onto the haggard remains of the thrones. Her spine ached, her teeth clattering, and her body was consumed in satisfaction. 
	-Chhgntnhgs- she felt the strain of tensing rubber, panting louder as it spread through her bones, body rippling as she amassed the heat into bulk, her legs stretching along the royal chambers, rear drilling into the portraits of the royalty behind her, and her chest bobbing along the motions of her torso extending upwards in tearing heaves. 
	“Yeees, finally, yes,” she screamed and tottered onto her feet, clamping the thrones into her depths and taming the raw energy surging through her expanding musculature. Her body growing and her muscles sharpening into define, the back of her head bumping into the ceiling as her feet burrowed -Chhrbth- through the marble, and after gathering herself, a quaking breath roared with her biceps flexing and driving her head through the rocky ceiling -Chhrprh-. The castle roof of the throne room erupted in a geyser of cobblestone, her fists breaking through the wall along it and ripping the supports to come crumbling down, warped and crumpled to shower the ground in dusk and crumbs of granite. Onska standing tall with her chest bumping up against the ceiling, constrained to the support as she gathered her breath in the mushroom cloud of soot and dust whipping up around her.


As it cleared, she looked out from the castle and saw the forest, saw the town, only she stood in length shoulder to shoulder with them, and only the tallest constructions and the castle's spires raised above her. 
	“Bfwf... baha... Bwahaahaha~. There is a new queen of this kingdom,” Onska announced with her voice booming out, squeezing back down through the hollow in the roof before projecting herself upwards -Chhtmtsp- her tits swinging up as sledgehammers the size of sheds, breaking mortar and rock as she stomped out from the castle, tall as a building. She spotted the stables, and they reaching up to her knees. “Mfmfs, I didn't finish the job last time,” She sneered and rose a foot to thrust it down -Chhrlrlthc- the impact compressing planks to tinder scraps and slamming down and contorting the beams twisted in the moment before they burst into wicker shards. Her toes curled and snapped boards in their claps -Chhrltsh- -Crrtwths-. “Fmfms, yeshf, ssthist so good.” She huffed through her teeth and stomped into the rubble, flattening the structure through quaking hammers of her soles, the sharp wood splintering on her skin, it ached like stepping barefoot on sharp gravel, and yet she wouldn't stop until the substructure was reduced to a rubble etched with massive footprints.


~ 3 ~


The earth was frightened into quakes when Onska made her way to town, stone structures full of life, all terrified at her presence. She barely looked where her feet landed, only feeling it pulverized into gravel when she threaded off it. 
	“Praise thy new queen, bitches. She's here to have fun,” she screamed out, crouching down to watch the people scuttle and crawl. Her eyes locked to a tavern with two towers, her breath growing humid as she stroked through streets and buildings, her soles carving out their image in the rocks and architecture. 
	“Just what I needed,” she hissed and raised her rear and stepped up onto the tavern, the roof cracking and crumbling as she aligned her chasms with the towers… -Chhrlspht- the floor pasting and rocking as she sat down onto them -Chrprths-. The stone spires burrowed into her pits, the roofs matching the width of her tested pits, but growing thicker toward the base. 
	“MFMawamf gosh look at what you have fmmfms, doe,” she hollered and rose her rear up to then squeeze herself down again, the structures crumbling as they were angled in towards Onska's pits, warping her cheeks around one whilst the other distended her abdominals obling around its bulk, “your queen's gonna go without an heir because you had to build such inviting, sexual architecture. But I won't fms need a kid when my cunt is screaming in pleasure. Mmf my rule will be everlasting.” she screamed as she massaged her abdomen, her chest bobbing and slapping into her torso as the bounced down on the building. The princess cries in pleasure as the towers stroked through her insides, crumbling against the flesh of her muscles as she let the rock scrape and grind into her. “Fmmwmfa,” she moaned out as she stumbled down, her knees breaking through the remaining roof of the building, squashing it under her weight while the towers drummed up deeper and deeper. “Mmmwrfwphaaga,” she hollered. Her breast discharging floods of milk as onto the streets while the wreckage below her begun to be filled -Chhrlc-shgs- -Pffhhrt- with stretches of doughy muck winding it through the packed ass, coupled with a monsoon of lust. The foundation becoming a bowl that held in the deluge of muck and phlegm as the princess moaned and ground her crotch over the ground. She pulled herself away from the taverns, fondling her breast around the bulge of the tower popping up at her rib cage, her grinding crotch steam-rolling into the nearby buildings, razing them with the dune the crotch and vice gripping them together with her thighs to mangle a whole block in her lustful rampage. 


Rocks tumble out of her crotch, pumping the tower up her ass to and fro, the giant queen wandered down through the streets. -Chhrrlslcht- creaking of grime and muck reverberated from the tower in her rear as an avalanche of dung was funnelled straight through it, formed into coagulated logs with an imprinting of the masonry work over the fractured filth. The dung drooled down her legs, the Queen sparing it not a thought as the muck built up in thick tangled fudge heading to submerge streets and wagons below her, only moaning from the heavens as the cobble rich speckled grime pumped out her winking pucker. In her constant satisfaction and moaning there extended vines of phlegm from her nose, gelatinous ropes Onska absent-mindedly lapped in with her tongue and chewed like taffy. She casually ground her thumb into her pussy, massaging the tip of her ruined genitals as bricks toppled in the floor of fluids — the sugar cubes in a cup of tea. “Mfms, so goo you are treating your queen so well,” she huffed out, scooping up a patch of ground with a handful of citizens on it, shoving a good chunk of it straight down her maw crunching up brick and rubbing with the rest of the dirt against her breast and -Chhr-stsh- squeezing lumps of it down her sagging nipple. Her eyes then glimmered with inspiration, she could see the harbour, leading out to from a narrow passage into the wider lakes and rivers. She skipped off, cratering the ground in each footstep and casually smashing -Chhrbrbchhcs- buildings aside with her jugs, bowling bricks away to comprise further structures. The gap connecting the harbour was narrow, she hoped it was small enough… she panted softly and squeezed her rear down-. -Chhsthc- it nestled against the shores and slotted down to cut off access from the harbour. 
	“Mmf phaa, yowo'mg, want you to sail away on me, fms, I know a better place to chart a course for,” she huffed out and wiggled her crotch down into the water, spreading her legs along the shores and digging her arm into her pussy, scraping out dried muck, spunk and tower chunks. “Come to mama…” She grinned, leaning back to let the waters begin to drain towards her open gulf, the saltwater stinging and searing her flesh, crystallising into her sinew to delight her sense with her loam salted to never bear fruit. With the sudden shift in water levels undocked boats shifted towards her, sailboats and smaller vessels drifting along the waters towards the maelstrom building around Onska's crotch. Her abdomen steadily inflated, her stubborn muscles bending under the weight of untold liters of brackish water siphoning through her demolished canals. Swelling out half an arms length from her midriff as the first boat neared, slowly a first, until getting caught in the foaming streams and plunging into her cavernous gulch of flesh, its sail slapping into her clitoris before -Chhrtkc- cracking and then it journeying up through her drain. “mMfwpfh saash heck yesh crash into me, ram it hard,” she cried out as more boats tumbled town the drain and slotted into her abyss, crammed in by the Queen's fervent masturbation with her new instruments of pleasure, “you won't find smfms, anything in there, it is as ruined as you are gmgs, gonna be,” She groaned and burst into laughter -- too much satisfaction whelming through her body -- nerves revolving around one another to tangles as she drained water, fish, unsealed nets and ships towards the gaping abyss. The first ship proving a challenge as it its hull panned half the length of her legs, ramming into her and warping as it coned to fit the vessel. “MFMmwpf ampaahs, don't think you are going anywhere. Get... amffuup there.” She pounded into the rear of the ship, pressing her fingers in to puncture the stern as she -Chhrchhrk- folded the vessel in. The ship's planks sundering and warping at the contracting walls, sails toppling and pining in bulges around vessel's contours, made visible as pillars of bulging meat up her crotch. The whole ship creaked of hinges left without maintenance, as the former princess -CHhrpslstsh- stuffed it into her snatch with heaves of pleasure. Her skin contracting and ridging over the behemoth. The ship crumbled as she drove it up her pungent rift, and disappearing in the gargantually bloated stomach ahead. 
	“Mfmw fmwfphsaphas hahasfmmf smss more, more.” She chanted as she leaned back, letting the water level decrease all the more she funnelled it into her, inflating her past what she had dreamed of prior. Onska's pussy devoured an ecosystem, all manner of driftwood and filth rising from the bottom of the harbour in the maelstrom to feed into her snatch. It drank filth, fish, and ships with the same glee. Until the surface of the harbour drained past where her pussy could reach, and her stomach jutted out between her breasts, broader than both her jugs, and sloshing down her frame to cover her crotch. “Mffmgs.” The queen heaved and moaned as she ground the stomach against her pussy, pleasuring herself as the gut stormed within. -Chhrrlspth- -Chrprlsslslfhs- As she reached climax, a flood of murky white slime geysered from her crotch, billowing free into the drained harbour. The majority of its water gradually being replaced by Onska's own juices, bubbling through with a froth from her rounded gorge of a snatch. Her gape belched out scraps of boats and filth along with her liquid nectar. She heaved back her chest, gradually hampering the rhythm of the afterglow, until the queen laid back in a hot bath of salty cum, and, pausing the rampage, to soak in her satisfaction. 


~ 4 ~


“Ansar, Amid.” 
	The voice shook the brothers. Their sister peeked through the rupture in the throne room wall, smiling at them. 
	“Good, I need the two of you, my throne needs some improvements. 


~ 5 ~


Onska strode through the throne room. The refurbishment having gone splendidly. The roof tall enough to house her, and the floor replaced with the natural ground, to be refilled at her convenience. She leisured in the sensation of stretching out within a room again. But her eyes laid on the prize, the throne… a massive butt plug, sculpted in the likeness of the prince's cocks, forged from brass sanded crystal. She presented her rear for it, reminding her of that fateful day. -Chhlrrght- Her brim warped, tensing a the center of the pumped masts, and sloping down towards the base with a -Twhwhdddwpth- thud that echoed through the grand chamber. 
	“Mfmwmpf aaaa.” Onska sighed, massaging her fingers up along the bloat her throne made from her swollen crotch. Then peered out into the room, towards her servants and maids, licking her lips. 
	“Splendid. It is perfect enough mfm, to suit me. Henceforth, your queen will require new mfms, challenging,” She grinned as the spread her legs, brushing some servants to the walls with her thighs as he played along the ridges of her gape, “entertainment. It would be a shame if your ruler became… bored.”