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>If we’re going to use mass to modify ourselves I would recommend some extra arms and a bigger abdomen…
While your body is definitely changing thanks to all the gals churning in your belly, you don’t really have a say in how it will do so.
>Does the male on the right look familiar at all? That beard and purple garb, the belly and piercings, that cock...
Oh… that’s… that’s definitely the old man you met at the entrance! The father of your first child! Though, he looks even older up close…
Anastasia: ”Quite frankly, I fail to see what you’re offering in comparison to me.” you confidently tell her in your most commanding voice you can muster, “My body is already teeming with life, magic and egg converted females that far outclass you, little croc.” Rubbing your belly, you continue, “Not to mention, the sheer number of Kroah-dil females that are being digested in my belly right now.” the chitin on your body creaks as you slowly grow even larger with each gator gal you absorb, “The tribe male’s love for them and for their demise inside my gut is quite the sacrifice for Wjares, don’t you think?”
Shaman Gator: ”Bah! Who cares about all that? You’re nothing but an egg making thrall either way.” the Shaman hollers, a slight hesitation in her voice, before she points towards you, “Slaves, tie her down already!”
Anastasia: ”Ha! This isn’t about your tribe fighting me. No, this is a fight between the two of us for the tribe!” you chuckle as you start to turn over, crushing a lucky Kroah-dil under your massive belly as you lay down atop of him, “After all, all these cute boys know that every last one of them will be allowed to continue my royal linage, so why would they side with you?”
Shaman Gator: ”It’s a fight you want, eh?” the large lady flexes her muscles and takes a combat stance, her daggers ready in her hands, “Don’t worry, little girl, I won’t have any problems with a beached whale like yourself.”
Anastasia: ”Please. Combat is for underlings.” You wave your hand in the air dismissively, one of the males spreading your ass as if to show off where the Shaman soon will be heading, “The most fecund should be queen!”
Shaman Gator: ”…eh?” she lower her weapons and cocks her head, “The most what?”
Anastasia: ”Forget it. It’s not like you had a chance anyway.” giving her a smug smile, your stomach start to digest her warriors in front of her properly, breaking each and every one of them down into more fat and muscle on your body, “After all, I was but a small ant crawling through an air vent yesterday, while today…” and with one final jerk, your tummy visible shrinks in size, turning what’s left of the squirming females into nothing but a perfectly round belly, “I’m a QUEEN!”
Old Gator: “…just one second, young one.” The old man rubs his beard as he looks you over, “Yah’re the lass from last night? The one that got stuck?”
Shaman Gator: ”Huh?” the Shaman looks over at her elder, “Dad? Do you know this ant?” when he doesn’t answer, she looks over the younger gator on her other side, “Son?” but he just shrugs in response.
Anastasia: ”It’s possible.” You chuckle, before your demure grow serious, “Enough games. Whoever can push this bitch into my pussy gets to fertilize her!”
Old Gator: “Well, yah ‘eard ‘er, grandson.” the old daddy Kroah-dil grabs one of the Shaman’s arms, “Into that pussy yah go, daughter!”
Shaman Gator: ”D-dad!?” is all she can stutter out as she’s caught by surprise, “Junior!?”
Young Gator: ”Sorry mom.” the younger gator helps the old man out by grabbing her other arm as well, “You ‘eard the new queen.”
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