Extra Lewd: Strange Weather [❤️❤️❤️]

You weren’t sure how she did it, but she did it.

You’re standing in front of the portal to Haven. A mythical opportunity, one that the still-small gang of anarchists were unable to properly grasp. The Family is different. They are older than Prillia. Theirs is the legacy of trade of a world with many more borders.

You are but a distant cousin to the line. You are Sellem Quick. 16% dwarf, but it doesn’t matter. You are here. The short, very shapely demon managing the portal looks at the lot of you. She’s dressed like the manager of a greasy diner, but you know that she is more.

That dark-skinned woman depressingly smoking a cigarette is a demon, one charged with subtly funneling the lot of you into Haven through ‘Dick’s Diner’. She made a schedule and everything. Your heart squeezes as you step on the scale. She squints at you from behind red-rimmed glasses.

Does she…?

“…you can go. Behave.”

She sounds like an overworked manager. How clever of Rampant to use a workforce that doesn’t need breaks. You pick up the suitcases and you motion your wife to follow. You didn’t come with your personal guards because you didn’t want to seem too important. Being mostly human helps maintain that illusion.

You and Gabby walk through the portal into a wholly different world. It looks like a waiting room. There’s a poster with all the rules and a minotaur passing out rose-tinted glasses as a woman on a floating screen carefully explains the rules of Haven.

You half-heartedly listen, imagining all the gold you’re going to get from smuggling. You can’t believe it was this easy!

When you leave the building, you take a deep breath of that fresh air. Smells like opportunity. Gabby, however, is antsy.

“Relax.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” She whispers. “I’ve heard things about what they do to rule breakers.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t break any.” There was nothing in the rules about weight reduction enchantments. “Now quit worrying. We’re going to be rich.”

Gabby had nothing to worry about. You smuggle the enchanted weapons to the pirate den without issue, and you and your wife retire to the hotel for a comfortable night’s sleep. Very comfortable, thanks to all the money you made.

You got the king-sized bed so you can fit your wife and the briefcase full of gold on it. She’s a bit huffy about that, but what’s the point of having a lot of gold and a dwarven tradwife if you can’t share the bed?

That night, you dream of even more gold.

The next morning, you wake up to Gabby listening to the radio. She’s far more interested in this place than you are. It’s just a waystation, why does she care? She’s even more anxious than usual.

“We should stay inside.” Your wife says. “They say there’s going to be strange weather all day outside.”

“Like rain’s going to stop me.” You scoff.

“I’m serious!” She whines as you roll your eyes. “Magic weather, Sellem! It could be dangerous. The radio even said that everyone still with the ECS should stay inside!”

ECS? Right, the spell they’re claiming was on you. Strange habits. But you’re a merchant, and you know a scam when you hear it. Nothing is going to stop you from bringing the gold back home.

As you leave the hotel, you give Gabby a tired look. She’s wasted her money on several raincoats. She follows you out of the hotel, sticking to the walls and darting her head around for easy shelter. All her nervousness rubs you the wrong way. She keeps chattering about a terrifying grimbo fog or whatever.

“Will you stop it?!” You finally snap. “We’re not even halfway there and you’re acting like there’s something to be worried about! We’re home free, Gabby!”

Gabby shivers and shakes her head. “But…demons!”

“Who cares! I’m rich!” You wave the gold-laden suitcase around. “And nothing is going to stop me!”

Gabby yelps and points behind you with a scream. “Come on Sellem! Get out of there!”

You try to turn around to keep going to the portal, but you step back. There’s a wall of pink fog, like a tidal wave of cotton candy, slowly coming down the street. Pirates and criminals watch it approach with measured caution. You notice there are no citizens outside.

Only the brave.

“Sellem!” Your wife yells.

It covers people and muffles them. One nearby pirate nervously asks her friend.

“Give ya a token if you jump in and tell me how it smells.”

“Done.” The man agrees.

He enters as the fog swallows up more people, and a voice calls out. A female voice.

“It’s like, totes fine in here? Smells yummy!”

Well, they were brave. Now they’re running from the cascading wall of fog. You take a single step to run, right before the fog envelops you.

Two hours earlier, you’re running full tilt up the stairs to New Year’s lab. She’s set up on one of the floors of Haven’s education center. You pass by a bunch of classes where teachers do their jobs.

Just kidding, there’s only three real classes going on, and the third is quickly turning into one of the others. Most lessons here are usually flimsy excuses to turn into orgies, instead of actual lessons. It’d be funny if you were a competent teacher for a while.

You are a fool. Fools, to be exact.

And right now, you’re tingling. With excitement and a sensation that you’ve got a chance to do something really funny. You stop just before the door and listen in.

“I think I understand alchemy. Our classifications for ingredients are different, but I’ve concocted a reliable formula to turn people into women.”  One of the succubi lab assistants says.

“Weak sauce!” An incubus laughs. “I made one that makes your tits bigger!”

“Typical.”

You don’t hear New Years. You keep shaking your potion. There’re so many ways this could be funny. Halloween is busy, so she won’t know about this. Fucking only dudes and her is hilarious.

Flattie.

“Yes, yes…I’ve already developed several potions to make your dick bigger or turn you into a man.” There she is! “But nothing that can induce…himbofication.”

Oh, now you know why you were tingling so hard. This is why. Your purpose, your calling.

You kick open the door and yell out as you toss the pink potion at New Years: “Well I figured out how to make a bimbofying potion!”

“Wha—”

The potion explodes in her face. Instantly, she changes. Plump lips, dull gaze…her figure doesn’t change, which is funny in of itself. Within seconds she’s slobbering on your exposed cock, her clouded mind obsessed with pleasing you. Sadly, she recovers after an hour of her worshipping your dick. She won’t forget it; her assistants took extensive notes.

And pictures.

Turns out, Quinn was watching. She was so pleased, that after personally testing the potion with you, she decided to use it to help curb some of the more…criminal criminals. Too many people skirting around the rules, she says.

Now to end the flashback.

You’re, like, not sure why you feared the fog. It’s cozy, fluffy, and your favorite color: pink! You bump into a blonde woman, her big boobies and wide waist barely fitting in her clothes. She looks silly with her pink glasses, plump lips, and ditzy expression.

Wait, that’s a windowpane. That’s your reflection. You giggle. That’s so funny! You’re Sellem, and you’re funny!

Something feels off…but thinking about it is haaard. You’re giggling to yourself while you walk down the road and you come across another woman in the fog. A real one this time! She’s also got big boobs and a thick waist. Omigosh, twinsies!

“Hiiii!” You wave.

“Hiiiiii!” She waves back.

The two of you hug and she gives you a strange look.

“Like, why are you wearing those glasses?” She takes them off your face. Hey, she’s not wearing any pants! “There, you look prettier now!”

You’ve found your new bestie!

“Omigosh, bestie, those clothes are absolutely choking you!”

She’s right! They don’t fit at all, and they’re so last season. Luckily for you, your bestie helps you out. You work together to pull off your pants, and a bit longer to take your shirt off. Two holes is easy to manage, but three? You kinda struggle, but you and your bestie finally manage to take off your clothes.

Your bestie likes playing with your big boobies, which is fine, because you like it when she gropes them! Hers are still under her shirt, but you play with them anyways.

“Wowzers! Your boobs are so big!” Your bestie puts her thick lips on a nipple and sucks it.

“Mmf~! That feels, like, really good!”

“Like, have you tried playing with your cunny? I heard that it feels super nice!”

“What’s a cunny?”

“That hole between your legs, silly!”

What hole? You try to look down, but your chest is in the way. Does she mean the slit thing that she has? Something about this feels off, like it doesn’t belong…but who cares? You touch your ‘cunny’ and gasp when the pleasure hits you.

“Haha, you look so silly when you do that!” Your bestie puts her hand between your thighs and starts tickling your sensitive spot.

“Kya~!” That feels so good!

Your bestie smiles as you squirm around, but nobody is taking care of her cunny. Poor girl! It’s even leaking a whole bunch, like it’s hungry. Hold on, you’ve got fingies too! You tickle your bestie’s cunny and she moans loudly.

“Mmm, mmmmMmm~! Wow, it does feel good!”

“How did you, like, know that it’s like this?” You shudder when another wave of pleasure goes through you. “You’re so smart!”

You need to thank your bestie for being such a clever girl. You should use your body. That’s how you thank people, right? By kissing them and rubbing yourself over them? That sounds right.

You kiss her and her eyes widen for a moment before your tongues dance in each other’s mouths. You squeeze your tiddies together, her pointy nipples barely stopped by her shirt. Her hand rubs your spot and your hand rubs her spot, moaning in each other’s mouths as pleasure overtakes you.

You don’t know how much time passes, but eventually, a demon in a gas mask walks through the fog. He’s not wearing any pants either, and he has a really big penis swinging between his legs. Your bestie breaks the kiss and stares at him as he gets closer. Hey, is she drooling?

Wait, so are you! Something about the demon’s penis makes your cunny even wetter.

“Hey, sluts. You two want to enjoy this cock?” He points at his ‘cock’, the meaty beast getting bigger as he looks over you two. Yours was never that big!

Yours?

The penis must be very happy to see you. And you’re happy to see it! Almost in a trance, you and your bestie approach the demon, eyes firmly on the cock. Obviously, it needs to be kissed and sucked. Why else would it look so tasty?

“Get on your knees and I’ll let you have a whiff.”

You drop to your knees next to your bestie, the incubus waving his cock between you two. He bobs his dick in your direction and you eagerly lick it. The incubus shoves his cock down your throat with a mighty thrust. Your eyes roll back as you get a face full of his crotch as your throat bulges from his member.

“Fuck! Your slutty pumped-up lips feel awesome!”

He facefucks you and you rub your pussy as you hum, loving the feeling of being used. Your eyelids flutter when his balls slap your chin, and you moan even harder on his cock when he slaps your big boobies. Your bestie whines, begging the incubus for a chance at his penis. She paws at him, but he just pats her head as he vigorously thrusts his cock into your mouth.

He stops, his cock trembling, and shoots ropes of spunk down your throat. He pulls out and your cheeks bulge with the last load of cum. It would be, like, super rude if you didn’t swallow all that delicious cockmilk!

“Good whores don’t waste a drop!” The incubus chuckles.

Gokkun!

You swallow loudly and lick your lips, waiting for master to compliment you on your dick sucking skills. Only, he’s already shoved his dick down your bestie’s throat.

No fair!

You whine and try to kiss his legs leading up to his crotch, but he just pushes you away. Tears threaten to erupt, only someone pats you on the shoulder.

Hey, another demon! She has tiddies and a pussy that’s oozing with femcum, so she must be a succubus. She’s wearing a gas mask too! You don’t get to ask why she’s wearing something so icky; she shoves your face between her legs.

She must like getting licked there, too!

You lick, and suck, and lick, and suck, the succubus wiggling around happily as she shoves you deeper into her cunt. Only, you can’t help moaning as you hear your bestie getting facefucked. Pussies taste great, but nothing compares to a fat, juicy cock!

“Hey, stop fucking her so loudly!” The succubus says. “This one’s too distracted by the blowjob your slut is giving you!”

“Maybe you need a dicking, too!” The incubus laughs. “I know you could only get better with some of this bimbo fog.”

“Oh yeah?”

The succubus tears off his gas mask. He stares at her in surprise and changes. His hips widen and his chest swells like crazy, his facial features softening and shifting from anger and confusion to just confusion. Your bestie sucks his shrinking cock until her plush lips are pulling on nothing but an itty bitty clitty.

Where’d the incubus go? Now there’s a pretty succubus moaning and squirming around as your bestie licks her pussy.

“You two bitches can give me a rimjob.” The succubus turns around and shows you her delicious asshole. “While Ophrys here cleans out my snatch.”

You and your bestie take turns nibbling and licking the succubus’ ass-pussy. You’re a bit bummed that there’s no more dicks to suck, but, like, that’s life! Eventually, the succubus says she’s bored and she leads the three of you to this suuuper big building.

When you enter, your jaw drops and you drool from both pairs of lips.

There are like, a whole bunch of girls tied to bars in several rows. At least ten. Some of them have machines sucking their nipples, others have machines vibrating on their pussies, some have writing all over them, some even have swollen bellies.

Omistars, are they pregnant?

Omistars, are they getting fucked?

Omistars, are they going to put you in a pillory and fuck your mouth and pussy until you’re just as happy and cum-stuffed as all these other girls?

You, your bestie, and the new girl squee in happiness, hugging each other and jumping for joy. All your tits rub together, so you get even hornier.

Mmm, your bestie’s lips taste so nice…What are you doing again?

“Welcome to the pens.” The succubus slaps your butt. “Where you’ll be used, stuffed full of imps, and milked for everything you have.”

You’re so wet and ready that you spray your femcum right there.

A little boy comes up. He’s so cute, with his shy gaze behind his thick bangs. He looks you over and you kneel down to look at him in the face.

“Hey cutie…do you, like, have a cock you can shove inside my pussy?”

He fidgets and nods. You coo and stare at the bulge in his pants.

“Labor, do I get a commission for these three?” The succubus asks.

Labor, the little boy in the prison guard uniform, points at you and your bestie and gives a thumbs up. Then at the new girl with a thumbs down.

“Ugh, fine. It should wear off Ophrys…eventually.” Labor hands her tokens and she leaves.

Labor takes you by the hand and leads you deeper into the pens. Every step you take, you see more sluts getting pounded, milked, impregnated. And every step, more of your juices flow down your legs.

He points to three empty stands. You stare at him, not sure what the little cutie wants. He mimes putting yourself into position, and after he repeats that several times, you clap your hands.

“Oh, you want me to, like, get in there?”

You hop over and strap yourself in. You bend down onto the rack, making sure your rack doesn’t get stuck. You giggle when Ophrys gets stuck upside down, and harder when Labor has to help her into position. He locks you three in and smiles.

Hmmm.

Is it good that you’re trapped and can’t escape? You dunno, maybe it could be a bit of a silly thing to follow along. But then you think about all those girls you passed on the way here, faces distorted in pure joy.

This is exactly where a dumb slut like you needs to be! Where you can serve as a fucktoy for anybody who comes in here!

“Hey cutie, don’t just leave us here!” Your bestie squirms. “Those imps aren’t going to come by here for a while.”

Hey, she’s right! The little creatures with massive cocks are closer to the entrance, they have a lot more girls to go through.

“Yeah, that’s like, unfair!” You whine and wiggle your bouncy tits around. “At least let us suck your little prick first!”

For a second, a frown flits across his face. Then Labor gives a small smile and nods. So cute!

He takes his pants off, his adorable little prick already three inches erect. He goes to your bestie and waves his penis in front of her. It’s so small, it doesn’t even reach the back of her mouth. Your bestie sucks the penis with a giggle. You think she’ll be fast, but she keeps sucking and sucking.

Her eyes widen and you realize there’s a bulge in her throat. She moans on Labor’s cock and he lets out a satisfied sigh. He pulls out, more and more cockmeat sliding out of her mouth. You gasp.

He’s a grower!

He pulls out his massive meat, slapping against his ankles as your bestie coughs up his cum in large globs. Labor gets behind you, rubbing his fingers over your pussy, then kissing and smooching it. You bite your bottom lip, and he leaves you squirming for more.

He comes back with a stepladder.

“Aww, he brought a ladder. He’s like, adorable.” SLAP! “Kyaaa~!”

He slapped your butt! That was so mean. SLAP! He did it again! He’s so—Mm! He shoved his cock inside you! He’s thrusting so much, it’s making your stupid bitch tits swing around and your ditzy eyes to go crossways! His dick grows bigger and bigger, fucking every last thought out of your bimbo brain until all you think about is his cock. It thrusts into your womb, an impression of his length poking out your tummy.

You cum, tears of joy running down your face as rivers of your femcum flush down your legs. Your sexy body is begging for it, and you finally manage to string together your thoughts to scream what you need.

“Pregnant! Make me, like, pregnant! I want so many imps!~”

Labor listens, hilting himself inside you and squeezing your big butt closed, his cock shooting a hot load inside you. You squeal, the warmth filling you as your body changes. Your slutty tits grow larger and your nipples darken, your hips growing even wider as your stomach balloons outwards.

Wowie! You’re like, super preggers!

Labor pulls out leaving your stretched love tunnel sore and begging for more. Something inside you is growing fast, you feel is wave after wave of increasing pleasure. Labor walks around and wipes his two-foot cock down your face. You eagerly lick up the trail he left behind, struggling to follow his delicious dick as he moves away.

Instead of giving you more, he fucks your stupid bitch bestie. She looks really hot when she cums, though. You’re not pouting!

How can you? You’re too busy trembling and cumming! Your aching udders squirt like a fountain as you finally birth the first imp. Omigosh, your bestie is swelling up too! Birth buddies, yay! You’d be smiling for her, except you clench your teeth shut and drool as the second imp pushes its way out of your pussy.

Labor leaves the two of you pregnant sluts staring at each other as you give birth to imps, watching your sons fuck each other silly.

You have so much fun in the pen! Watching your imps fuck your bestie is as fun as it is to be fucked by her imps! You love it when they use your hands to jack themselves off in your face, and you have to pick between all the cocks in front of you! They even fill your trough with semen, which you happily lap up! You’re such a good slut for finishing your plate of cum!

And Labor is so nice. He makes sure you two walk together every day to get your exercise, and even buys you toys and clothes when you’ve had a productive day! In fact, you and your bestie got rewarded with matching heart tattoos on your thighs. Something is written in fancy cursive, but that’s too hard for you to read. Your favorite tattoos are the pregnancy tallies that miss September gave you after your fourth pregnancy.

The thirteen imp heads inked on your tummy look even cuter when you’re pregnant!

After a while, Labor and the other demons in charge of the pens don’t bother locking your harnesses. You and your bestie always make your way back. Something tickles the back of your brain, like you’re forgetting something…but it always slips away.

You don’t need to worry about that! If it was important, you would remember!

And what’s more important than walking around Haven in a small skirt and a slingshot bra, asking strangers to fuck you? That’s what a slut is supposed to do!

One day, you and your bestie are getting gangbanged by a whole flock of imps. You’re jacking two of them off, you have two cocks in your pussy, another in your asshole, another down your throat, and another between your big boobs.

The imps like you lots! Your bestie is even better than you, taking on nine at the same time. She’s a bit wasteful though, letting them cover her in a thick layer of cum. Some of that stuff has been on her for days! You’re a lot more polite, you let them cum inside you, leaving your belly stuffed full of yummy cum.

“Found another two!” Someone yells.

Two more cocks? Yum!

“The bimbo potion is still affecting them?” A colorful harpy succubus swoops down.

“The duration is enhanced by cum. With how much those two have been fucked, it might be permanent.” A harpy incubus joins her.

“Are they citizens?”

“No, all the affected citizens were sent to June and July. These are just more arrogant visitors.”

“There’s over two dozen of them now. I think we should bring this up to Lord Quinn.”

“You always think we should tell Lady Quinn, January.” The harpy rolls his eyes. “We can find a use for them.”

The imps in your pussy finally finish up. They smear their cocks on your face in thanks and you stop sucking dick to blow them a kiss. Just in time for the other imps to blow their loads all over you, glazing you in delicious cummies. You angle your pussy, leaking so many kinds of cum, to the incubus and whine. You’re thrusting your hips in his direction as your spread your pussy apart. You can hardly see him over your cum-bloated belly, but you can tell he’s interested.

“Maybe you can. They’re more interested in dicks than pussies.” January glares at you.

Your bestie is kneeling with her face between the succubus’s legs, but her eyes are firmly on the incubus’s dick. The harpy is right, but you won’t say no to pussy. You and your bestie sometimes got bored and sixty-nined in an alley, or a tunnel, or the park…

“I dunno…” He looks at you and spreads your legs apart further with a grin. “I have an idea. Hey, would you work for Jan and I to keep an eye on things?”

You pout. That sounds, like, hard! You’re more interested in dicks, pussies, tits, even fingers, like you’re doing now.

“I promise you’ll get fucked every day.” You perk up. “We’ll need a bunch of beautiful ladies like you and your friend here…?”

You stare at him blankly. Now that you think about it, you never got your bestie’s name!

“Well, whatever your names are…we need some sort of police force to crack down on smuggling. You interested in serving the long hard dick of the law?”

You only hear the part about serving a long hard dick. Of course you nod eagerly.

That’s how you and your bestie (whose name you learn is Fred) join the Beautiful Invigilators Making Busts Organization of Sluts.

BIMBOS for short.

The harpy demons, January and Tuesday have to explain it a few times before you get it, but it’s super easy. BIMBOS officers walk around Haven with funny little vibrators up your butts.

It’s super fun when they start vibrating, but that’s only when they detect magic that hides stuff. So if your vibrator turns on, you have to offer your body to whoever is hiding something so the nearby scrying eyes can get a good look.

You catch a lot of smugglers like this, and you even get to have them fuck you while you wait for them to get arrested. Being a member of the BIMBOS is great!

You are Gabby, and you’ve been stuck in Haven for over a week now. The pink fog rolled over the city and took your husband, Sellem Quick. You recovered the suitcase full of gold after the weather cleared, but you couldn’t find Sellem anywhere. You’ve been told the weather isn’t deadly, it just changes people.

You learned this the hard way when you went out looking for Sellem during a snowstorm. You bundled up, but the snow wasn’t actually that cold. Instead, you were surprised to discover something new in your pants when you went to change.

The snow gave you a penis.

The doctors said it would go away on its own so long as you didn’t use it.

Which wouldn’t have been a problem if you didn’t accidentally break your ECS. Now you’re hiding behind a house, biting your knuckle to keep yourself from making noise as you slowly stroke your new dick.

You glare at it, thinking about Sellem’s disgusted expression when you finally reunite. Maybe you should spend some of his hard-earned gold on one of those (weirdly expensive) chastity belts so the cock goes away. You keep jacking off, anger towards your husband growing with every stroke. You warned him not to go out! Warned him there were hidden dangers!

But did he listen? No. Because he was a bigheaded sod more interested in making money than your relationship.

It may have been a marriage of convenience, but a promise is a promise.

“Like, who’s jacking off over there?”

You squeak and push down your skirt. When you peek around the corner, you see her. One of those new officers walking around Haven. Public masturbation isn’t illegal, but it is frowned upon in the western quarter as of late. Are you in trouble?

You squint to make her out, once more wishing you got yourself some corrective lenses. ‘Too expensive’, Sellem said.

The BIMBOS officer is dressed in the standard skimpy uniform. Knee-high black lifts, navy short shorts and black garter, and a small jacket holding her impressive bust back with a single strained button. Zippers crisscross her shorts and vest, so she can liberate her body at any moment. Her blonde hair is nearly tied under a little officer’s cap and her face is partly hidden by a pair of aviators, but your eyes are drawn to the tattoos on her exposed midsection.

You push down your cock so it doesn’t poke out of your skirt. That’s a pregnancy tally. She’s given birth to nearly a dozen imps.

“Oh, hi miss dwarf!” Her bubbly voice doesn’t match her uniform. “Have you, like, seen a dude jacking off? I swear I could smell the yummy cum…”

You look up at her between her two massive breasts, your guilty shaking head reflected in her sunglasses.

“Hmmm…okay! I was going to have him stuff his yummy cock in my slutty holes until I got preggers, but maybe I was just imagining things.”

She steps by you and you catch a glance of the heart tattoo on her thigh. ‘Stupid cum-guzzling whore’ is marked in cursive. That’s enough for your dick to slip out and nudge her leg. She whirls around and gasps.

“Omistars, you do have a cock! You’re a futa!” She claps her hands giddily and drops to her knees. “You want me to, like, suck you off?”

You need to resist.

“No, um, sorry. I’m married?”

“Omigosh, no way! Me too!” She shows you a ring on her finger.

She has a familiar ring. Very familiar. Hold on, that’s definitely Sellem’s ring. It’s been modified, but the composition matches yours perfectly. Did this wayward broad find it somewhere?

“Where’d you get that ring?”

“This ring? I, like, always had it! But I mostly use it because guys love it when I play with it!”

What?

“Like, I get fucked by guys, and they fuck my pussy so much better if I say my husband was a shrimp-dicked loser? And they, like, shove their cocks all over me when I talk about divorcing my husband and becoming a whore for them.”

That’s…what? The BIMBO officer drools, liquid glistening between her thighs the more she talks.

“Lookie, they even changed it!” She splits the ring in half and clips it back on her septum. “Hehehe…once, they lead me around by the nose with this! I was mooing and everything!”

Thinking about this buxom blond crawling on all fours, mooing as a pack of men mock and degrade her…it makes your cock even harder. Your shame mixes with arousal as you wonder where she could have gotten Sellem’s ring.

“And then they got me super preggers!” She’s rubbing herself right in front of you, a wet spot growing on her tiny skirt. “Like, so preggers they clipped the ring on my outie belly button and had me say silly stuff. ‘I’m a slutty bimbo who craves cock’, ‘My stupid husband couldn’t even give me a good dick’, and ‘I’m the biggest, most fertile whore in Haven, Sellem Quick!’”

What was that last bit? The pieces begin falling into place. The transformative properties of the weather, the disappearance of Sellem, the BIMBOS who came from nowhere. As these realizations rush through your mind, Sellem leans closer to you, her hot breath on your delicate length.

“Anyways, like…I’m so wet right now, can I suck your dick?”

“You’re Sellem?” You clarify.

Her wide hips, double-E tits, plump lips, even her whole outfit screams that it can’t possibly be your husband. But then she takes off her glasses and you recognize the green eyes that so often looked at you with disdain and fatigue, now only full of a desperate desire to suck you off.

“Yuppies!” She unzips her jacket and her boobs tumble out. “Now c’mooooon…I’ll give you a titjob?”

You’re too stunned to refuse. Your husband—Wife? Sellem eagerly takes your six-inch rod into her mouth, trembling with joy as she sucks and slurps. Her eyelids flutter, her warm mouth enveloping more and more of your dick until the head hits the back of her throat…and keeps going down until her choker squeezes tightly on your member.

This is Sellem? The ruthless salesman that refused to spend anything? The skinflint that only married you for your connections? The Sellem that constantly mocked the marriage contract you signed?

Anger consumes you and you grab the taller woman by the head and shove your cock deeper down her throat. Arousal sprays from between her legs, but you don’t care. You thrust into her face like a wild beast, throatfucking her until her choker finally snaps. Then you throatfuck her some more.

“Of course you’re Sellem! Treating our marriage like a joke, using me as a prop, screwing me over in our shares! Fucking whore!”

“Mf~! Mf~! Mf~!” Her mascara runs down her face, but you can tell she’s happy.

“Weren’t you the one who told me a wife’s duty was to perpetuate the line? Give the husband a host of kids?!”

You shove her back and she falls onto her back, coughing to catch her breath with a huge grin. You stroke your cock and spread her legs, the mounting orgasm driving you into a frenzy.

“Guess what? I’ve got the dick now, and I’m going to make sure you’re carrying my child. You’re going to honor our marriage by being the breeding slut you wanted me to be.”

The more you talk, the more Sellem writhes around, her pussy getting wetter and wetter. Her luscious love tunnel beckons you, daring you to approach. Sellem gropes her tits and moans, your throbbing cock leaking pre onto her engorged lips.

“Omigosh, are you gonna fuck me? Please, please, please, ple—”

You shove yourself inside her and rut your bimbo wife’s womb. You don’t know how many times you cum inside her, anger and lust keeping you going through several orgasms. Evening comes around, you’re exhausted and Sellem is laying in a pile of your fluids, cross-eyed and thoroughly fucked.

You feel guilty about it. You’ve never felt so angry before!

…You also feel better than you have in years, as if you took the load off your shoulders and shot it inside Sellem a dozen times.

You’re tempted to leave Sellem to a life as a common whore. But her pussy gushes with all the semen you fucked into her, and it’s clear that if she wasn’t pregnant before, she is now. You’d feel bad about leaving her to fend for a child on her own. Looking at the drooling bimbo, you doubt she has any maternal instinct at all.

You are technically still married…

You reluctantly search for August for the minotaur’s advice. You’re surprised when he draws up a citizenship contract for you and Sellem, citing something about marital entanglements.

You’re doubly surprised when he offers you a purse full of Sellem’s earnings as a BIMBOS officer. More than enough for you to rent a property in Haven. And with the gold you have, you could really set up shop here if you find the right product. It’s not like you’d be able to return with Sellem as she is now.

Sticking around can work out. A place like this is full of opportunity. What's something that could bring in a lot of dough...

A sauna, maybe?