Crafting the Perfect Hell
Written by Klesk Vadrigaar

"Yes you'll do just fine." Echoen said, admiring her latest effort. The vixen hit all the marks that drove Balros wild. Thick, lush, vibrant hued fur, covering an impossibly curvaceous form. The massive orbs of her tits now threatened to burst through her flimsy shirt with each breath. Her booty was just barely being contained by her too tight jeans. She had the neat, pointed vulpine ears. The sweet, long muzzle that was perfect for framing the sort of smile that could make any red blooded male weak at the knees.

A masterpiece she was, without a doubt! It almost made Echoen sad that the vixen's purpose was about to result in all her work immediately being ruined. 

"He's there amidst the crowd. Just make yourself visible, and let him do the rest." 

The vixen of Echoen's making eagerly nodded and ran off. Echoen bit her lip as she watched her vanish into the throng of morphs. Even from the back her tits were still visible, and her bubble butt jiggled like so much rich jello under the constant sway of her long luscious tail. Echoen's own fat and huge bat cock throbbed in anger at being denied a taste of her labor's fruits. Wrathfully it jerked and bapped hard against the bat's own enormous boobs. 

Echoen clenched her fists and reminded herself there was work still to be done. She'd baited the lure and cast it out to be snapped up. Now she had to prepare to reel her catch in. 

Echoen's gaze spread to the crowd as Balros did exactly as she'd hoped. How classic that he still thought he was being so clever, with his pheromones, his enchanted cum, his cute squirrelly boy looks, all being put to use to nab himself another lover for the day. Still he believed he was the one in control. That he was the superior soul to all those around him. Well, what was his mistress to do but reinforce his beliefs?

Echoen's consciousness seeped into the minds of all morphs going about their business. She turned their attention towards the squirrel and vixen currently stripping off all their clothes in broad daylight. She guided them to gather around, to give Balros an audience. He lapped the attention up and proceeded to start giving everyone a show, still suspecting nothing.

It wasn't until the vixen has climbed into his sheath, and began to merge with his dick that Echoen could sense alarm amidst the public. Quickly she extinguished it, along with the unease. As Balros' awareness of how the situation was decidedly NOT going according to plan grew, his unseen mistress altered the perception of everyone around him to see his misfortune as nothing more than an amusing bit of street theatre. Phones were drawn out. Cameras begin flashing. Everyone wanted to capture the memory of the bizarre fusion of squirrel and vixen. Balros looked to them for acknowledgement that what was happening as his lover became his new cock was wrong, somehow! He found nothing but expressions that stated no, this was perfectly normal to those watching, and perhaps they'd appreciate it if he could give them something more!

Echoen reeled her consciousness back, granting Balros a moment's respite. With his new monster dick and balls raring for action, he started seeing the positive in his bizarre body fusion. His worry was dashed away by the pleasure of now being the most over endowed male in the vicinity...and his center of gravity was just as quickly dashed away with it.

Echoen moved like a shadow, unseen among the crowd in the momentary distraction. She stretched the instance out so Balros' backwards tumble took an eternity to happen. Having all the time she needed, the bat sought out the perfect subject for the next part of her work. 

Ahhh, there she was! A lovely squirrel lass, face set in an open mouth expression of awe at what she was witnessing, phone held high so the people standing in front of her didn't block her pictures of Balros. Echoen took note of her healthy but plain physique, attired in a likewise plain outfit of blouse and pants. To the bat it was a true blank canvas, just begging to be imprinted with artistic mastery.

Echoen's hands wasted no time in laying upon the squirrel's small, neat breasts. She kneaded them gently through her shirt, growing them bigger and bigger while relishing the rising symphony of fabric popping and coming undone. The bat's own tits tingled as buttons begin popping off the blouse, letting loose a nice deep canyon of cleavage. Echoen dug her claws in to help weaken the fabric, shuddering as the shirt finally burst open completely to let out the squirrel's magnificently oversized HH cups. 

Freeing her of her upper garments, Echoen stepped around and get to work on her sculpture's backside. With the image of the bootylicious vixen still fresh in her mind, she did not give the squirrel's pants any mercy. This time she had to actually see the result of her efforts! It'd help tide her over if nothing else. 

Pre began spurting over Echoen's face as the squirrel's pants came apart, her butt now bearing the consistency of fine, firm pudding in the bat's hands. She gave it several hard squeezes, slapped it to watch it bounce. For a moment it was no longer Balros that was being tortured but his mistress as she realized she had to restrain herself from giving her art a little test drive.

"He needs help. Go to him." Echoen whispered, taking the phone out of the squirrel's hands and effortlessly collapsing time back into its normal flow. The squirrel blinked as if coming out of a trance. She paid her newly transformed body and lack of clothes only a brief notice, before realising that Balros was indeed about to have a painful meeting with the ground.

Echoen growled in my own agonised want as her latest masterpiece ran from her, did as she'd order, and then was permanently stolen from the bat by being merged with Balros. The shock and worry on Balros' face as he was blessed with a new pair of tits from the fusion did give Echoen a momentary victory high, yet still, her erection remained unspent, her hands were once more empty of flesh...and like the crowd around Balros, she wanted more!

The bat was again on the move as Balros was distracted with his new assets. Once the shock had worn off and he started to see the benefits of his enormous shemale status, he started posing for the crowd, drinking in their relentless flash of cameras and phones  capturing pictures of his giant tits and giant dick. All well and good as far as Echoen was concerned. It wasn't like he was going to get to enjoy them properly. 

Echoen's mind spun with the possibilities of how she could further enhance Balros' corruption. Picking random people and shaping them to her liking was fun, but she needed something with a bit more...symbolism. Her spirits lifted as she spied a snake girl, the ultimate symbol of corruption, amidst the crowd. Sunlight glistened on her green and brown hued scales, bathing her lithe, healthy body in shimmer. Her amber eyes sparkled and her forked tongue flicked out like crazy as she likewise immortalised Balros' new look over and over again on her phone. Bingo!

Echoen again let time ground to a halt. Balros was stuck in a pose of showing off how his new length is bigger than his mistress (at least Echoen was pretty sure that's what he was trying to convey). Everyone around him was stuck trying to grab the perfect shot of him. It was almost like walking through a living portrait for Echoen, a single moment immortalized for eternity, yet one she could still step into and adjust to suit her needs.

She gave the snake girl something extra. If there's one thing anyone had to love most of all about serpents, it's how they were naturally blessed with more than the usual number of endowments. The naga definitely needs that, along with the usual chest enhancers! 

Echoen clamped her lips shut against the drool rising in her mouth as she reshaped the reptile like a sculptor would with the finest clay. The contrast of smooth serpent scales with the floof of Echoen's two previous works was quite nice. It allowed her to feel more of the naga girl's being as she pumped her tits up to the size of small moons, then gave them a quick fondle to make sure they were good and heavy. That gave the bat incentive to make sure her new male parts were big enough, and thick enough, to bear such weight, and then her balls had to likewise be of a size and mass to provide a counter balance. It'd have been cruel to put the sweet serpent at risk of straining anything while carrying her new bits about, even if she'll only be doing so for a few short seconds. 

Echon let a sigh of lament escaping her lips as she stepped back to view her newest masterpiece. She wanted to really enact some drastic, challenging changes on Balros now, yet to think she'd have to sacrifice so many more willing souls to do so...

Wiping her mouth, Echoen grabbed the naga girl's face and kissed her hard and passionately. The feel of her forked tongue sated the bat's appetite just enough, even as her dick and breasts burned with need from being smooshed up against the naga's silky smooth body.

"You know what you need to do." Echoen softly intoned, then let time speed back up to its normal flow. The naga barely afforded herself time to come out of her trance before she was off like a shot, fording through the crowd and wrapping around Balros to rob him of both his joy, and his legs. While she did so, Echoen spread out her great bat wings and let herself sink to the ground. Her hands were already ruthlessly pumping her aching erection. Her balls boiled from the sight of Balros stumbling and nearly falling over as his lower body became one massive serpentine length. How confused he looked, how delightfully unnerved was his body language as he tried to make sense of what was happening to him. Mmm, it was all so beautifully perverse!

Echoen mind momentarily went blank as she smooshed her tits around her length, lapping at the head with her long, nimble tongue. She still had more work to do. She couldn't stop now! But...there was no reason she couldn't take a short break. The crowd was doing a great service of throwing Balros into even more turmoil by treating his increasingly bizarre appearance like it was the most picturesque thing they'd ever seen.  From the way he moved his ears Echoen could tell that Balros' knew he should be enjoying the praise, yet as he wobbled crazily and tried to balance on his snake like tail, he still couldn't come to see this as a good thing. 

A scream of orgasmic delight thankfully fell on deaf ears as Echoen hit her first orgasm. A potent, generous helping of seed filled her mouth and she gulped it down, then let the second helping spill out over her tits as she worked to stretch out the climax. Her own massive ears picked up on Balros saying something, asking the crowd a question. She decided it could wait till her first load was depleted. All the bat had to do was rewind the scene to see what she'd missed, thus that's exactly what she did once her seed tapered off and she let the afterglow bathe her messy, cum splattered form.

Ah, Balros was asking if anyone knows a doctor. He honestly thought his condition could be treated medically. How cute!

Echoen pushed herself onto her feet as someone handed the squirrel the details of their GP. She caught the address then took to the skies. Balros was going to take a while to get anywhere with his new naga lower body so Echoen could take her time to enjoy the scenery, and the feel of the wind on her body. 

Her spirits rose even higher as she landed in front of the doctor's office, and passed unseen to the inside to see what sort of person Balros is about to entrust his life to. It turned out to be a very adorable looking skunk, and Echoen knew exactly what she was going to do with him!

By the time Balros stumbled into the office, she'd put the finishing touches to making his supposed savior as cute, lithe, well muscled, and willing as befitted a mephit. She told him to do what he could do to earn Balros' trust, let him have the briefest taste of relief from his torture. It'd make it all the more rewarding when Echoen snatched it away again.

When Balros was admitted to the doctor's exam room, his mistress made herself scarce. Best none of the parties involved be aware of her presence just yet. 

Balros definitely got what he needed, for a few hours at least. It served Echoen's needs to see how long he could actually spend fucking someone, just so she'd know when was the perfect moment to upset things again. She did have to give the squirrel credit though, his ability to pound someone's ass was in top form, despite him having to work around having no stability or legs. 

Echoen let Balros cum a few times, enough to satisfy both his and the skunk's needs and distract them from the goings on around them. Balros didn't even notice the skunk was slowing fusing with him until the process was over halfway complete, and he could do nothing but become an even more bizarre fusion of all the people he'd met. 

Echoen nearly orgasmed a second time from the way the skunk's head nestled itself so perfectly besides his own, immediately assuming all control over their shared bodies. It was enough to desperately tempt Echoen into breaking cover and joining the proceedings as the skunk/snake/fox/squirrel hybrid went back to his normal schedule, summoning in the next patient. She wanted to fuck the perfect monster made possible of her efforts, to hear Balros' reaction as he was forced to come along for the ride. He'd seemed to have accepted it for the most part. At least, he wasn't screaming or crying for help as his body continued to act completely outside of his will. 

Clenching her fists, Echoen stilled her body and told herself to wait as Balros' skunk controlled form began giving his next patient their regular physical. She had to make sure the squirrel never got to rest. She'd never stop creating more ways to warp and corrupt his flesh. Not until he admitted the bat owned his soul, that he would forever be Echoen's little plaything. 

And then, when he did, only then would he finally feel the bliss of Echoen's lips upon his. Then he at last would know his goddess and mistress, two in one, and Echoen would hear those words, that utterance she'd dreamed of having herald the final act of my labor. 

"Thanks Echoen, for my perfect hell."