Delphox Dilemma#3 


Braixen let out another loud choked sob as she felt Goodra once again enter her sore pussy. Six weeks had passed since that faithful night & Braixen was regretting not letting some another Mon eat her. 
Every day Goodra would fuck her into unconsciousness, ravaging her poor pussy until it was raw & stung when Braixen used the bathroom. Braixen’s only breaks from the relentless pounding came when Goodra slept after an orgasm or when he went out to hunt. The tentacle, on the other hand, remained firmly lodged in her mouth at all times. When Goodra slept it would continue to spew it’s toxic contents into Braixen’s throat, even when Goodra left the den to hunt, Mon’s would see a long sticky tendril, several Kilometers long, pumping a green slop through it to an unknown destination. Coming back to his den to eat his meals, Goodra would eat his most disgusting pry in front of Braixen so she knew exactly what was going through that tentacle.  Six weeks of this had not been kind to poor Braixen.
Another sob escaped her lips & fat tears rolled down her face as Goodra’s massive dick once again began to fuck her poor pussy. After six weeks (Besides the soreness throughout her entire body) getting fucked by Goodra was no longer painful but Braxien hated it all the same. Unable to examine herself due to Goodra’s near-constant use of her & sheer exhaustion when he was not. Braixen was unaware that the reason the animalistic fucking no longer felt like a thousand hot knives in her pussy was that Goodra’s dick had finished mutilating it into a suitable form. Goodra had not known what his dick would do to Braixen’s pussy exactly but was tickled pink when it mutated into that of a daycares veteran breeding Mon.  Swollen & tomato red, Goodra’s slime had caused Braixen’s outer labia to swell into two fleshy meat curtains that hung slightly outside her pussy & obscured her insides from view. Pushing past the labia though, one would see just how effective Goodra’s dick barbs were. Having scraped away at Braixen’s vaginal walls creating a massive cavern to satisfy only the biggest of dick (Goodra & or Mudsdale) while the slime had turned what remained of the tight muscles into soft squishy slabs of flesh, just like the pussy lips. Her once vice-like kegel grip gone, Braixen’s once pristine pussy was now just a gross hole for dumping cum.
While that particular problem remained hidden from Braixen, what she did know was what the constant intake of rotten slop had done to her. Continuing to fill her body cavities, the slop absorbed into Braixen’s muscles organs & bloodstream. Having the same effect as the slime, the slop turned Braixen’s muscles to fat, her body swelling & bloating out of control. Fatty cellulite filled flaps formed on her arms, a plethora of gigantic rolls formed on her sides, cellulite grew to cover the underside of her massive flabby gut, & her perfect ass/hips/thighs/legs swelled up to the size of the Mon she used to be, becoming cellulite filled & sweating goo just like Goodra. On top of all this Braixen stunk like a sewer. Never washed clean of the dried mud, slime, sexual fluids, or bodily waste; mixed with the disgusting greasy sweat she now produces, Braixen was saturated in an odor that made her eyes water & her nose fur curl. Forced to breathe through her nose due to the tentacle, the only time Braixen escaped the smell was when she passed out from exhaustion. Goodra, on the other hand, loved the smell, it painted a clear picture of just what he was doing to her, how he was ruining her, & what she was becoming. Those thoughts, combined with the smell; made the purple dragon extra frisky & extremely horny, causing his mating sessions with Braixen to become even more aggressive & frequent.
All this could be fixed though, Braixen knew that. No, what broke her was what Goodra’s sperm had done to her. Not realizing it within the first week, Braixen became aware of her situation as the sperm began ravaging her body worse than anything so far. Her once “apple-sized” firm breasts rapidly & painfully swelled up into “melon-sized” lumps of fat, angry red stretch-marks & purple veins marring the taut skin under a thin coating of fur. Her small nipples & areola’s becoming swollen & sore chunks of flesh that hung off her ruined breasts like Miltank teats. Braixen’s flabby, cellulite filled gut had become rock hard & taunt, jutting out a good way in front of her, ending in a massive “Kiwai-sized” belly button. Worst of all though was what resided under the surface of that taunt belly. Like a creeping horror hidden in a dark abyss, Braixen could feel them, sense them within her; she knew they were there even if she could not see them. Goodra had knocked her up, Braixen could feel them kick & squirm, growing bigger by the day, seeking their freedom from their fleshy prison. Braixen dreaded that day & tried to use her weak physic powers to prevent it but the growing Mon’s in her womb just absorbed it, using it to become fatter & nastier than before. Goodra was extremely happy how Braixen’s unwanted pregnancy was progressing, he was pleased to see how well his children were progressing & how much strain & ruin they put on Braixen’s young body. He was extremely excited for them to be born, absolutely giddy at the thought of her cries as she pushed them out, her pussy stretched & broken farther as every last bit of beauty & purity left her as their disgusting kids were born.
Giving his dick a hard thrust, Goodra flipped Braixen on her back to stare at her stomach as he trusted. Watching the Mon’s within kick & squirm from all the activity & to stare into Braixen’s eyes to see all the hopelessness & despair at what her life had become. Bending & craning his neck at an ungodly angle, Goodra licked Braixen’s clit, enjoying the salty rotten taste of ruined pussy. Looking back at Braixen’s face, Goodra watched her wince in pain from the brats movements in her womb, watched her gag & sputter on the tentacle in her mouth, & savored the fear & helpless etched onto her face. Not eating this Braxien was the best decision Goodra ever made.