The Wilbraham Fungus

CHAPTER ONE – A STRANGE FUNGUS INFECTS A DOCTOR AND HER ASSISTANT

"Fucking cataloguing," Dr Mia McAllister swore as she looked at the dusty array of bottles, boxes and containers on the shelves in front of her. She was a research scientist, god damn it, and shouldn't be concerned with what was a thoroughly mundane task. But here she was, stuck in the basement of the Wilbraham Academy and tasked with catching up on the years' old back log of specimens.

The basement door opened and Mia looked up, almost snarling at the sight of her assistant Kat Denholm. It was her fault that they'd both be sent to the basement and given this god forsaken job.

"So good of you to join me," Mia said sarcastically.

"I'm really sorry, Doctor," Kat said, hanging her head in shame as she approached her boss.

"Sorry doesn't get us out of doing this," Mia grumbled, indicating the row on row of shelves. "If you'd thought about what you were doing before you posted that picture, I could be getting on with more important things instead of being stuck down here with you."

Kat wanted to curl up into a ball and vanish rather than see the annoyed expression on the doctor's face. "Sorry," she said again.

"If you're that sorry, you can start cataloguing the ones at the far end," Mia said, pointing to the back of the room.

Kat picked up the spare clipboard and pen and shuffled off to the back of the room.

Just a week before, Kat had thought that finally, after six months of working together, she and the doctor were actually becoming friends. One of the other research scientists had invited Mia out to celebrate his birthday and, as she'd been in the room at the time, he'd asked if Kat wanted to come along as well. She'd refused at first but had agreed when Mia had insisted she come.

Dr Mia McAllister was everything Kat wanted to be: she was incredibly smart, having studied several sciences and gained her doctorate despite her relatively young 22 years of age. She'd been fast tracked through university and gained a prestigious job at the Wilbraham Academy.

She was also stunning, her film star looks complimented by her slim figure that was all graceful lines and smooth contours. It was like working with Kiera Knightley, Kat had thought on more than one occasion, and she longed for some of that glamour to rub off on her.

Kat knew that she wasn't bad looking herself. She had a certain homely charm that some men found attractive and had never found herself short of admirers but, if she was honest, she wanted to be slimmer. Her boyfriends had used phrases such as curvy, generously proportioned or big and beautiful. Several unkind girls she'd know had simply called her fat or dumpy -- her breasts were small but her belly and hips were large, much larger than she liked. She dyed her hair electric blue in an effort to divert attention from her body.

When Mia had asked her to accompany her on the night out in the nearby city of Springdale, Kat had thought the months of her working diligently for Mia were going to finally pay off. The doctor had never been hostile but was always business-like. Despite her looks and figure, Kat didn't think she'd ever been out on a date -- she'd been asked out plenty of times but simply wasn't interested in men or dating in general. For her to insist on Kat's attendance was, to Kat's mind, proof that Mia wanted to spend time with her.

The night out had been fun, on the whole, though Mia had been less friendly than Kat had hoped. By the end of the night, after a few more drinks than perhaps was needed, Kat gave into the boys who pestered her to try and make out with the Ice Queen as they called Mia. If she was honest, Kat did have a small crush on the doctor so it wasn't too difficult to approach her and give her a big kiss, startling Mia for a second, long enough for Kat to take a selfie as the boys cheered.

Fifteen seconds later and the picture was up on Facebook.

One day later and the Academy’s board were made aware of the photo.

Two days later and both of them were called before the board to explain what they called “inappropriate behaviour of professional staff.” The punishment for the offence was for both of them to lose a week's pay and to spend a week in the basement cataloguing the old specimens.

Kat was mortified. She'd lost the tentative friendship of Mia who now looked at her with contempt and, rightly, blamed her for the predicament they were in. On top of that, she was forced to work with her in this dark, dusty and forgotten basement.

Having no choice, Kat started working through the boxes and containers that had been sent or donated to the Academy over the years and which mostly contained useless ornaments or long decayed fruit or vegetables that someone had thought might be interesting. The list on her clipboard grew as the day wore on, stopping only to make a coffee -- Mia had made herself a drink without offering Kat one.

As she stood at the end of the room sipping at her drink, she looked at the next box on her shelf. It was old, the cardboard scuffed on all the corners and edges, the label on the front peeling off as the glue that had held it in place deteriorated. A dark stain ran around the base of it, dark green at the bottom fading into a rich red at the top.

Kat put her coffee down and pulled the box from the shelf, grimacing at the dust that came off it. She found herself smiling at the writing on the top which tried to pin down the origin of the contents -- all the suggestions had been crossed out by the writer of the one that followed it, starting with MEXICO then BRAZIL, CONGO, EGYPT, INDIA and finally OUTER SPACE followed by several question and exclamation marks.

Intrigued, Kat opened the box. It was perhaps eight inches tall and half full of what appeared to be a thick, reddish green fungus. There were two large spheres resting on top of it, connected to the main body of the fungus by thick, fibrous ropes. Despite its appearance, the contents of the box gave off a pleasant scent that brought to mind freshly baked bread.

Kat leaned forward, closing her eyes, and breathed in the scent, smiling as she did so.

A long rope of fungus leapt from the surface of the mass and wrapped around her neck, squeezing tightly. Kat's eyes flew open as she grabbed at the tentacle with both hands, trying to gasp for breath as the rope cut off her breathing. Unable to move the rope from her throat, Kat felt herself growing weaker and staggered into the table, her mug of coffee falling off and shattering on the floor.

"Denholm?" Mia called, appearing at the head of the corridor of shelves Kat was working in. "Jesus! What the hell?" she cried as she caught sight of the rope wrapped around Kat's neck. She ran over and held her assistant up, trying to pull the fungus off her. Another thick coil grew from the fungus in the box and shot out, wrapping itself around Mia's neck and squeezing tightly.

She tried to take a breath, her fingers scrabbling at the dark green rope that dug into her neck. The two women stared wide eyed at each other, both of them still trying to get the ropes from around their necks. They became even more scared as they watched the two spheres rise up from the box, the thick coils connecting them to the fungus moving the balls forward until they hovered in front of their faces.

At the same instant the coils relaxed their grip, the balls split apart and a cloud of spores puffed out. Mia and Kat breathed them in as they gasped for breath, taking in huge lungfuls of air and the dry, tiny spores that the fungus like substance blew at them.

They coughed and gasped, looking at each other once more just as they slipped into unconsciousness, falling senseless to the floor.

† † † † †

Dr McAllister woke slowly, coughing as she did, her throat dry and sore. As she looked up, she noticed her assistant stirring, too, coughing as she did. Around them, long trails of an ash like substance -- all that was left of the fungus ropes -- lay over the floor and fell from their clothes as they stood up. The two balls that had released the spores lay crumpled and empty beside them.

“What -- koff! koff! -- what the fuck -- was that thing, Denholm?” the doctor asked sternly.

“No idea,” Kat said before falling into a coughing fit. When she’d finished, she stood up on shaky feet and glanced into the box that she’d brought down from the shelf. It was empty apart from the same light covering of ash that the fungus ropes had become. She put her hand to her mouth and coughed again, before turning and helping the doctor to her feet. “How do you feel?”

The doctor coughed again and spat on the floor, trying to clear her throat.

“How do you think?” she growled. “Like I was -- koff! koff! -- like I was almost fucking strangled.” She snatched her hand away from Kat and glared at her assistant before looking at her watch. “Fuck, it’s nearly six in the evening. We’ve been out for about nine hours.” She brushed the ash from her clothes, heading for the door as she did. “I’m not staying here any longer.” As she reached the door, she looked back at Kat. “I’ll see you in the morning. Early.”

Kat rubbed at her own throat as Dr McAllister slammed the door behind her. She looked down at the box, the ash and the remains of the spheres and wondered if she should report it to anybody.

“Fuck it,” she said, heading out the door.

† † † † †

Kat slept fitfully that night, her dreams filled with images of the fungus in the box, the thick rope that had coiled around her neck, and of Dr McAllister. In her dreams, things happened differently -- it hadn’t been a rope that had appeared from the box but a large, tentacle like cock that she’d eagerly accepted into her mouth, the doctor sucking on another one. More and more grew from the box until Kat and Mia were both surrounded by large, prehensile cocks that they kissed, licked and stroked.

As their clothes simply disappeared, the two women were fucked in every hole by the fungus cocks as they made out with each other, Kat and Mia exploring each other’s bodies, the whole scene unfolding like some weird porn movie. Kat watched as if from the side as the tentacles slid in and out of their pussies, mouths and asses, even laying between their tits though they were unable to tit-fuck the small mounds.

Over and over it went, Kat vaguely aware of tossing and turning in her bed as her mind played back a pornographic version of what had been a terrifying ordeal. In her dream, the two spheres rose from the box as they had in real life but when they opened, a flood of warm slime poured out, way more than the small balls could ever hold in reality. It spilled from them, running over Kat’s and Mia’s bodies, covering them from head to foot.

While Kat watched from her odd viewpoint, the slime built up, never draining away, the room filling up quickly as the doctor and Kat continued kissing each other and stroking the big tentacle cocks that bobbed and weaved around them. Within minutes, the creamy white slime had reached their necks, then lapped up and over their heads though they never once stopped making out. Eventually, the pair of them were covered by the slime, Kat’s dream fading to darkness.

† † † † †

Sunlight poured in through her window -- not the weak light of early morning when she would normally get up and get ready for work , but the strong, full daylight of noon.

“Shit,” she cursed, opening her eyes, realising she was late for work. She sat up -- and stopped in shock.

Two large, perfectly round tits sat high and proud on her chest, obscenely stretching the T-shirt she’d worn to bed the night before. Slowly, she reached up and cupped them, feeling their weight, noticing her normally unresponsive nipples hardening almost instantly, unable to prevent a moan of pleasure escaping her mouth. Just that smallest gesture, the slightest squeeze, felt incredibly good.

“What the fuck?” she whispered, noticing her arms and hands were slimmer. She got out of bed -- staggering slightly at the unaccustomed weight on her chest -- and headed to her wardrobe, standing before the full length mirror. Kat pulled her T-shirt off and looked at herself, totally naked.

Her waist was tiny, her hips full but trim, her ass almost as big and round as her tits which, quite simply, were huge. Her face had slimmed down, too, though she was still recognisably herself even with her slightly thicker lips and, she was pleased to note, her hair was still dyed a bright, electric blue.

Kat held her tits again, feeling the same flood of pleasure run through her body, making her pussy moisten. She’d never been one for shaving her pubic hair, though she’d trimmed it occasionally, but now she stared at her bald, shaven pussy lips which were capped with just a neat landing strip on top.

Not only had she lost a hell of a lot of weight overnight, but her body had been reshaped into what she could only think off as the archetypal porn star body. The year before, an ex-boyfriend had tried to get her to watch porn but his obsession with a woman called Amy Anderson or something similar had ended that endeavour. Now, though, Kat had to admit she looked like nothing more than that bubble butted, big titted pornstar.

She realised she was still fondling her own huge tits as she stared at her reflection, her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she moved her hand down over her newly trim and firm belly towards the neat little patch of hair. Her fingers went further, sliding between the sopping lips of her twat, running them over her clit before she eased them inside.

“Ooooohhhhhhh fuck,” she gasped, her pussy clenching instantly as a mini-orgasm rippled through her body. It had always been a struggle for her to cum but now, with this new body, she suspected she’d have no trouble at all. She lifted one of her huge tits up and licked at her own nipple, shuddering at the sensations she felt. Without even thinking about it, she moved her fingers from her pussy and slid them back, pushing one into her asshole even though she’d never done it before. “Ahhhh -- ahhhhh -- oh fuck -- fuck!” she gasped in surprise as she came, the strongest cum of her life coursing through her frame.

Kat stared at her new reflection as she got a hold of herself and straightened up. It didn’t take a genius like Dr McAllister to realise the fungus or more likely its spores had done something to her -- and possibly to the doctor as well. She should probably call her to check.

At that moment, her phone rang. She picked it up -- it was Dr McAllister.

“Doctor,” she said. “I was just thinking of you.”

“I bet you were,” Mia said, her voice softer and more seductive than Kat had ever heard her. “Have you noticed any -- changes -- this morning?”

“Oh yes,” Kat said, unable to stop herself from cupping her huge tits.

“Mmmmmm, good. Me too,” Mia said. “I think you should come over here and we can -- talk about them. Do you think you’d like that? Would you like -- talking -- with me?”

“Oh yes,” Kat sighed, picking up on the doctor’s meaning.

“Good. Come to my house at 51 Los Toros as soon as you can and we’ll -- talk.”

Kat ended the call and smiled, her hand still on her tits. It looked like today was going to be full of surprises.

† † † † †

It took Kat longer to get to the doctor’s house than she’d first thought -- there were no problems with traffic or the car, it just took her almost half an hour to get dressed. Part of the problem was finding something to fit her new figure -- not only had her tits ballooned making her blouses impossible to wear (she tried on a couple and the buttons simply popped off) and her T-shirts incredibly tight, but her waist had slimmed down and her ass had become rounder meaning none of her jeans fitted. She ended up wearing a short skirt held around her waist with a cord belt that she could tie in place and what had previously been her baggiest T-shirt and which now fit snugly over her huge -- and by necessity -- braless tits.

The other part of the problem was whenever she touched herself as she tried to get dressed, her overly sensitive body sent bolts of pleasure coursing through her, from her pussy and ass up to her brain via her nipples and tits. She had to stop herself on more than one occasion from just tossing the clothes aside, laying on her bed and fucking herself silly.

Eventually she dressed and managed to get out of her apartment without anyone she knew seeing her -- she had no idea how she was going to explain her new appearance to her father, let alone her friends -- got into her car and headed off to the doctor’s house.

The Dr McAllister who answered the door was nothing like the doctor who’d snarled and sneered at her the day before. Gone was the slim, Kiera Knightley figure with the flat chest and skinny hips, replaced by a physique that matched Kat’s new one perfectly -- while their faces were different, their bodies could have been that of twins. Hugely titted pornstar twins, but twins nonetheless.

Kat stared at her boss’s new body and felt her breathing quicken, her nipples hardening, her pussy becoming moist. She wanted nothing more than to bury her face in Dr McAllister’s pussy, to fill her hands with her tits as she ate her out -- one look at the doctor’s eyes and she knew they were thinking the same thing.

“Hello, Kat,” Mia said, her voice low and breathy. “I think you’d better come in, don’t you?”

She stepped aside, letting Kat enter her house, directing her through to the spacious living room. As she entered, Kat couldn’t help notice the doctor had obviously had the same clothing problems she had -- presumably the only thing she’d been able to find that fitted her new, larger frame was the lycra sports vest that clung to her huge, round tits and was stretched to the max, and a pair of lycra cycling shorts that looked as though they’d been sprayed on to her ass and thighs.

“We’re definitely going to get some comments at the Academy,” Dr McAllister said as she sat next to Kat on the large sofa, the two women facing each other, their tits almost touching as they moved closer.

“That’s a fact,” Kat said with a smile. She reached out tentatively and stroked the tight, shiny material of Mia’s shorts, running a finger up her thigh. Despite her crush on the doctor, she’d never had a sexual experience with another woman and yet here she was, making the first move.

Mia moved her hand over Kat’s, squeezing it gently before moving her hand up Kat’s arm, gently stroking the swell of her now huge tits.

“I’m thinking we start today with a couple of the male students -- they’ll obviously be the easiest to seduce and change.” Mia slid her hand over the vast globe of Kat’s tits, rubbing at the stiff nipple she found beneath the thin T-shirt. “I know Jennifer Rabaiotti has a thing for girls so she’ll be an easy mark, too. Once we get her changed, we’ll get the rest of the dykes in the Academy as well.”

Kat sighed as she felt Mia pinch her nipple before she frowned at the doctor’s words.

“What -- what do you mean?” she asked, sliding her hand between Mia’s thighs, rubbing at the hot and obviously moist pussy she found there. “Change them how?”

Mia stopped stroking Kat’s tits and looked at her.

“Change them like us, of course. So that the spores can be spread further.”

“Why would we do that?” Kat asked, drawing her hand back, noting the change in the doctor’s tone of voice.

“I don’t understand,” the doctor said, almost to herself. “You’ve obviously been altered to make mating with others easier,” she said, looking Kat up and down, “but you don’t seem -- “ She paused for a moment. “Do you not hear our Lord’s voice?”

Kat moved back on the sofa, more than a little scared. “Our Lord’s voice? You mean -- Jesus?”

“No,” Dr McAllister said sharply. “No’nehogtath, Lord of the Fungus.”

“Who the hell is No’nehogtath?” Kat asked.

Dr McAllister stood.

“He is within me. He has made this body his own after centuries of sleep and wishes to be spread throughout the world so that he may bring his brethren, the Great Ones, here from the far dimensions.”

Kat stared at her, wondering if she’d gone mad.

“If he is not within you though your body has changed, you are a danger to his plans and must be removed.”

Kat watched her leave, still wondering what the hell was going on. This day was turning out to be full of surprises after all, but not the sort she was expecting. Her eyes widened as she saw the doctor return to the room clutching a large knife.

“Holy fuck!” she shouted, getting up and going around the other side of the sofa away from her. “Doc, I don’t know what’s going on, but put the knife down, okay?”

Dr McAllister swiped wildly at her, lunging forwards, but was betrayed by her own new body, the weight of her tits catching her by surprise and unbalancing her, sending her sprawling on to the sofa. She let out a yell of shock and pain and Kat watched in horror as a pool of blood spread out beneath her still, unmoving body.

“Oh fuck!” Kat screamed, running for the door. She ran out as fast as she could, diving into her car and roaring off, not thinking about anyone seeing her. After a few blocks, she pulled over and grabbed her cell phone, frantically dialling her father.

“Dad, Dad, you gotta help me,” she babbled into the phone after he picked up.

“What is it, darling, what’s wrong?” her father asked.

“There’s been an accident, Dad, a bad one. I need your help. Can you come get me?” she asked, starting to cry.

“Where are you, darling? Tell me where you are and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Fifteen minutes later and Kat saw her father’s car pull up behind her own, her father getting out and rushing over to her.

“Kat, darling, what’s wrong? What’s -- what the fuck?” he gasped as he climbed into the car, his concern giving way to surprise at her new body.

“Later, Dad, I’ll tell you later,” she said, hugging him, her enormous tits squashing against his broad chest. He’d kept himself in shape since her mother died years before and was handsome enough that he never wanted for dates. “Please, come back to Dr McAllister’s house with me,” she said, starting up the car and driving off, more than aware of her father staring at her tits, equally aware that her new body was reacting to the attention.

“Dr McAllister? Your boss? What’s wrong?” her father asked but Kat didn’t answer, just drove as quick as she could back to the doctor’s house.

They pulled up outside and hurried in, the door still open. The living room was as Kat had left it with one major exception -- Dr McAllister wasn’t in it. The knife she’d brandished at Kat was, as was the dark stain on the sofa though that looked more like the ash that had been left in the box the day before than blood.

“What is it, Kat?” her father asked. “What’s going on?”

“I -- I’m not sure, Dad,” Kat said, staring at the empty sofa.

CHAPTER TWO – KAT AND MIA HANDLE THEIR CHANGES DIFFERENTLY

Kat Denholm sat in her father’s library, sipping at the mug of tea he’d made her, occasionally glancing over at him as he sat in the chair opposite her own. He in turn could hardly take his eyes off her. Overnight she’d gone from being a slightly overweight young woman who, if he was honest, was somewhat plain looking to the almost quintessential pornstar. Her ass was big, round and firm and only just covered by the only skirt she owned that still fitted her -- her waist was tiny and only accentuated the size of her new boobs which formed the other half of her new hourglass figure. They were huge and round yet appeared to be firm and sat high on her chest, covered as they were by a tight T-shirt.

If he hadn’t seen her just three days before, he would swear she’d had plastic surgery done.

And, as much as he tried to ignore it, he had to admit her new look was turning him on.

“So,” he said, partly in an effort to distract himself from his daughter’s body. “Tell me what’s happened to you and Dr McAllister.”

Kat sighed and placed her mug on the small table beside her chair. “Me and Dr McAllister were in the basement of the Academy, cataloguing old specimens. I found a box that contained some sort of fungus with two ball shaped growths on the surface. Some sort of vine or tentacle leapt out of the box and started to strangle me; when Dr McAllister came to help, the same thing happened to her. The two ball shaped things hovered in front of our faces and as the vines let go and we caught our breath, the balls opened and spat out some type of spores which we breathed in before we both passed out.”

Kat wrapped her arms around herself as best she could with her new, huge tits in the way, and shuddered, remembering the previous day’s events.

“We were unconscious all day and when we woke up, we headed to our homes. Then, about lunch time, I woke up and found myself -- well, like this.”

Without thinking, she cupped her big tits to emphasize the change that had come over her and shuddered again, this time in pleasure, her hands on her huge tits making her nipples stiffen immediately, poking against the stretched-thin material of her T-shirt. She felt her pussy heat up and moisten, too, faster than it ever had before. Kat gasped in surprise and delight at the feelings and would have continued touching herself had her father not coughed to get her attention.

“Oh -- oh shit, sorry, Dad,” she said, taking her hands away from herself, blushing with embarrassment.

“Go on with your story, darling,” he said, subtly rearranging the bulge in the front of his trousers.

“Well -- I figured it had something to do with the fungus so thought Dr McAllister might be affected, too. She rang me, though, as I was about to ring her and asked me to go over to her house. I did and sure enough she looked just like me. We were -- we were about to -- well, I mean,”

“It’s okay, darling,” her father said, sensing her hesitation. “You can tell me.”

“We -- I think we would have -- had sex, but she mentioned something, a name, and when I didn’t recognise it, she flipped, grabbed a knife and attacked me. She tripped, though, and fell on it, on to the sofa. All that ash you saw on the sofa? That was blood, Dad.”

“Blood that turned to ash?” her father said. “The name she mentioned -- can you remember it?”

“It was something like -- No'nehog -- No’nehogtath? She also called him the Lord of the Fungus.” She watched her father stand and head towards the free standing bookshelves, scanning the books that covered them. “Does that mean anything to you, Dad?”

Her father didn’t answer but just scoured the shelves, pulling out a book and flipping through it for a moment before putting it back, repeating it with another and another. Eventually he returned to his seat carrying two books, one a modern hardback with a tattered and torn dust jacket, the other an old, leather bound volume with pages of parchment.

“Dad? Did you find anything?” Kat asked.

“The name sounded familiar,” her father said, putting the books on the table in front of them and flipping through the pages. “As you know, I studied ancient religions and mythology in university, and my studies took me all over the world. No’nehogtath was worshipped by islanders in the Pacific and, at the turn of the last century, by a group of degenerates who were based not far from here.”

He tapped one of the books and Kat moved, sitting on the floor between his chair and the table, letting him lean over her to point things out.

“No’nehogtath was supposedly a minor god in one of the old Pacific pantheons, minor but still powerful. It was said he would possess women by means of his spores and alter their bodies, turning them into the Brides of the Fungus.”

He pointed to a reproduction of a wood carving that showed half a dozen crudely drawn women surrounding a large, vegetable mass. Each of the women had inflated breasts and asses and were being penetrated by tubular appendages that grew from the central bulb.

“These Brides would use their bodies to seduce men which No’nehogtath would feed upon, building his power until he could summon his brethren from some other world. Apparently, once infected, the women would be under his power until death.” He reached for the other, older book, pointing out another section. “Death could come to them only with the removal of No’nehogtath’s seed from within them.”

He pointed to another, even cruder drawing, this time showing a woman with an hourglass figure whose stomach had been cut open. A priest stood beside her, holding up something that looked like a large sunflower seed, about the size of his hand.

“Oh god -- I’ve got one of those things inside me?” Kat asked.

Her father shrugged. “Who knows? Something’s obviously happened to you and, from what you said, Dr McAllister. Everything you’ve said fits with the legends of No’nehogtath. The only difference is that you said Dr McAllister was obviously under the influence of something, supposedly No’nehogtath itself, while you’re not.” He looked down at her where she sat between his outstretched thighs and stroked her dyed, blue hair. “If we can find out why she was affected and you weren’t, we might be able to find a cure for her.”

Kat sighed, closing her eyes and leaning back against her father’s chair, loving the feel of his hands on her hair. She turned her head slightly, guiding his hand down her cheek and on to her neck, moaning softly as he stroked her skin, his other hand moving over the other side of her face. He moved lower, across her shoulder, his hand sliding under the thin T-shirt she wore, heading down towards the swell of her breast.

“Mmmmm -- feels nice,” she sighed, opening her eyes as her father snatched his hands back.

“Oh God -- Kat, I’m sorry -- I don’t know what came over me,” he gasped, his face going red with embarrassment.

“It’s okay, Dad,” she said, turning round and kneeling up, her huge tits resting on his thighs. “I -- I don’t know why but -- but I didn’t want you to stop.” She ran her hands up his legs and across his stomach, meeting at his belt buckle which she toyed with. “I still don’t want you to stop,” she said quietly, staring up at him.

“Kat -- I don’t -- I’m not sure we should -- I mean,” he stuttered, his gaze moving from her face to her huge tits that were ballooning out of the neckline of her T-shirt.

“You like my new big titties, don’t you Daddy?” Kat asked suddenly. “I can tell you do. You can’t keep your eyes off them, can you Daddy?” She popped open his belt buckle and started opening his trousers. “Would you like to see them? Would you like to touch them?”

“Oh Kat -- no, we -- we can’t -- you’re my daughter,”

“So what, Daddy?” She opened his trousers and ran her hand across the obvious bulge of his large, hard cock. “I can see you want me. Can’t you tell I want you too?”

“It’s the fungus -- it’s affecting your mind -- your desires,” he gasped, watching as she pulled his boxer shorts down over his boner.

“Maybe it is, Daddy,” Kat said, leaning down and running her tongue along the length of his big dick, giggling as she felt it buck beneath her. “But that’s my excuse. What’s yours for having such a big hard-on?” She lifted it up and took the head of her father’s dick in her mouth, sucking at it, the rosy cock knob spurting out pre-cum which she slurped down.

“Oh God -- I’m only -- human,” he gasped, reaching down and filling his hands with her huge tits as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. They felt firm and pliable as he squeezed and groped at them, tearing open her thin T-shirt at the neck so he could get both hands on her mounds of tit-flesh. “So big -- so fucking big,” he groaned.

Kat sat up and tore off the remains of her T-shirt, took hold of her huge tits and wrapped them around her father’s cock. Instantly he started moving his hips, sliding his big dick between her jugs, tit fucking his daughter as she held her massive mounds together, enveloping his length in her cleavage.

“Oh yes -- oh yes,” he sighed, watching his dick appear and disappear from between her tits. “Always -- always wanted to do this -- never -- never able to -- before.”

In the back of her mind, Kat knew he was talking about her mother who had been as flat chested as she had been before the fungus and who had died when Kat was a teenager.

“Now you can, Daddy,” Kat sighed. “Now you can fuck my titties whenever you like.”

Her father groaned as he thrust his cock up and down between her huge, round melons, loving the warmth and smoothness of her new tits against his dick.

“Do you want to fuck me, Daddy?” Kat asked. “Do you want to fuck your daughter’s tight little pussy?”

Without waiting for an answer, Kat stood, laughing as her father moaned in disappointment as his dick fell free of her tits. She pulled her skirt up around her waist and straddled her father in his chair, reaching down and taking hold of his cock. She held it upright and slid her bald, wet pussy lips over his knob before slotting into the entrance of her twat. Slowly, watching her father watching her cunt, she moved lower, his knob parting her juicy cunt lips as she eased herself down over him.

“Ohhhhhh fuck,” he sighed, reaching up and taking hold of her huge tits again. “Oh God -- we shouldn’t -- we shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, making no attempt to stop.

“But we’re -- uuhhnnnnn -- we’re going to -- over and over again,” Kat gasped, grinding her pussy against the root of his cock as she took his whole length, a mini orgasm running through her body. “Uuuuhhh -- fuck that’s good,” she sighed, sliding her cunt up and down his cock.

“Fuck -- fuck, baby -- ahhhhh yeah,” her father groaned, sucking, pawing and groping at her huge mounds of tit flesh. “Take it -- take Daddy’s cock.”

“You -- like it now -- don’t you Daddy?” she panted, bouncing up and down on his prick, her cunt walls gripping his long, thick length as it plunged deep inside her. “I like it -- I love it -- gonna cum, Daddy -- ahhhhhh -- fuck me -- fuck my pussy, Daddy!” Kat shouted, feeling her orgasm build and build until it crashed over her, waves of pleasure rushing through her body, her pussy gripping his cock while her juices flooded around his dick. “Cumming -- fucking cumming!” she cried, the strongest, biggest and most easily achieved orgasm of her life resulting from the combination of her changed body and the fact that she had her father’s cock inside her.

“Oh God -- baby -- Kat -- gonna cum too!” her father groaned.

“Do it, Daddy,” Kat groaned. “Cum for me!”

“Can I -- can I -- cum on -- ?” he asked, strangely too embarrassed to complete his request despite their situation.

“Where, Daddy? Where do you want to cum?” Kat asked, still sliding her pussy along his cock. She grinned as his eyes locked on to her tits. “You wanna -- uhhhhnnn -- you wanna cum -- on my big titties?” she asked him. He nodded shyly.

In seconds, Kat had slipped off him and lay on the floor cupping her huge tits, squashing them together as her father knelt over her, his prick in his hand. He groaned and the first of many spurts of jizz shot from his knob head and landed on her tits, splashing in a thick line across her heavy mounds. Another and another poured forth as her father jerked off over her, coating her big jugs in his spunk.

“Yeah, that’s it, Daddy -- cum all over me,” she sighed, running her fingers through the sticky white fluid he poured over her. Without thinking, she lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, loving the taste, something she had always disliked before.

Her father staggered to one side, collapsing on to the floor beside her.

“Kat -- Kat, I’m so sorry,” her father said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Oh hush, Daddy,” Kat laughed. “You know we’re going to do it again -- and we’re both going to enjoy it again.”

“But -- but you’re my daughter,” he said.

“And you’re my father and that’s what makes it so hot.” She reached out and held his half hard cock in her hand, still a little sticky from their combined juices. “You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to, we’re both adults, so why not enjoy it?”

“The fungus,” he offered weakly.

“Sure, that might have had something to do with it, but who cares?  All this really means is we’re going to have a lot of fun looking for a cure for Dr McAllister,” Kat said, smiling at him.

† † † † †

Dr McAllister stopped her car outside her house and looked at her passenger.

"Would you like to come in, Scott?"

The young man nodded eagerly, still not really believing his luck or his eyes.

He'd been a student at the Wilbraham Academy until the year before, supposedly studying English and art but everyone knew he was there for his prowess at football and nothing else. Tall, good looking with a football player's physique, he'd also been a hit with the ladies, and not just the cheerleaders. Rumours had been rife around the Academy about him bedding fellow students and even some of the faculty.

Scott watched Dr McAllister step out of the car, her short skirt riding high up her smooth thighs, clinging enticingly to her firm, round ass, and grinned. He'd just been bumming around the mall that afternoon, wondering how to fill his day when he'd caught sight of the new and improved doctor. She'd always been a looker when he was at the Academy but now, with her huge, round tits, tiny waist and firm bubble butt, she looked like she belonged on a porno film set rather than a laboratory. Never having lacked confidence, Scott had quickly approached her and turned on the charm, convincing himself that she'd been easily seduced by his looks and smooth talking. No more than ten minutes after meeting, he'd been in her car, heading to her apartment.

"Come on in," she said, walking inside, Scott following. They went through to the living room and she stood in the centre of the room, hands on her hips, her big melons thrust forward, her T-shirt stretched tight across them. Scott moved towards her but she pointed to the sofa and he sat, noticing what looked like a large patch of ash.

"You spill something, doc?" He asked.

"Never mind that," she said. She started to sway gently, moving to some rhythm in her head, her hands running up her sides and cupping her large tits, smiling at him all the while. "You just relax and watch me."

Scott had no problem with that plan, spreading his legs and openly rubbing his crotch as the doctor continued dancing to the tune only she could hear.

Mia rolled her hips and rubbed at her huge tits, pinching her nipples through the thin material of her T-shirt. She licked her lips slowly, her tongue leaving them shining, as one hand moved under her shirt, pushing the cotton up, revealing her trim, flat stomach. Her hand moved higher, showing the round undersides of her big tits, confirming Scott's suspicion that she was braless.

"You like?" She asked him.

"Hell yeah," he said, his good looks sullied a little by the simple minded, lustful expression on his face. "Show me them big, new titties of yours, doc," he said, still rubbing at his dick through his jeans.

Dr McAllister grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt with both hands and slowly began lifting it up and over her huge tits, whipping it off once her mounds were revealed, grabbing hold of her jugs. She gasped and moaned as she played with herself, the pleasure coursing through her body. Prior to her change, she'd been flat-chested and her nipples had offered her no enjoyment at all. Now though, she could feel mini orgasms rippling through herself, waves of heat running from her tits to her by now sopping wet pussy and even to her asshole.

She undid the clasp on her skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving her naked in front of her former student.

"Fuck yeah, doc," Scott said. "Come on over here and let me get a hold of you."

Mia smiled and took the couple of steps to the sofa, climbing on top of him, groaning as he reached for her huge jugs, clamping his lips over one nipple and sucking and biting for a moment before switching to the other.

"Mmmmmm fucking love your big tits," he mumbled, swapping from one to the other.

Mia reached down and undid his jeans, eager to get at his dick. She unzipped them and reached into his boxers -- and frowned.

"Yeah, that's it, doc," Scott said obliviously. "Work that big dick."

Mia pulled his shorts up as she rolled off him, ignoring his moan of disappointment, and stared at the contents of his underwear. Scott, the handsome, muscular football player that had fucked dozens of fellow students and supposedly two or three teachers, had the smallest dick she'd ever seen. Three, maybe four inches if she was being generous. She'd had a boyfriend with a similar sized dick in the past but at least he had made up for it in girth -- Scott's little friend was skinny as well as not being long.

"What? You never seen one that big?" He asked her, reaching for her tits again. He was clearly deluded.

"That thing," she said, "is never going to be enough for me."

"What the fuck are you talking about? I've never had any complaints in the past."

"Then all your past lovers were either kind or stupid," Mia said as she stood up.

"Now wait just a god damn fucking minute," Scott said, standing up and grabbing her arm. "You brought me here to fuck and that's what we're gonna do, doc."

Mia lashed out, her fingers straight, punching them into his throat, just below his Adam's apple, dropping him instantly to the sofa, gasping for breath, his eyes wide in shock. Still naked, she walked out of the room and returned a moment later with the same knife she'd threatened Kat with. She straddled him again, batting his hands away as he tried to stop her raising the knife and plunging it into his chest. He gasped and cried out as blood poured from the jagged wound and ran over his stomach, seeping through his shirt. In shock, he couldn't stop her doing it again and again, bloody holes appearing in his skin as Dr McAllister stabbed him over and over, deep red blood splashing over her nakedness.

Finally, she moved off him and stood staring at his corpse, blood pooling beneath him on the sofa. She frowned again as she looked at his crotch -- hanging lifeless between his legs was the still half hard cock of a stallion, not the tiny thing she’d seen and been disappointed with.

As she looked up, she saw a grey/green mold begin to appear at the edges of the pool of blood, absorbing the liquid and spreading over the sofa to the body. It grew faster and faster over Scott's corpse, covering his skin and his clothes until his entire body was a mass of fungal growth.

Deep, dark holes appeared in its head where its eyes had been, a pale green light flickering within. Slowly, a smile appeared on its face.

"You have done well," the fungal thing said.

"Thank you, my Lord," Dr McAllister said, smiling back at it.

"This is a good start, but I am still weak and cannot hold this form for long. Find me another, and another, and yet more."

"Yes, my Lord."

"When I am stronger, we will find your former apprentice, the one who refused my communion, and we will destroy her."

"Yes, my Lord."

"Find me another."

“Yes, my Lord. My Lord?” she asked quickly before she could regret it. “The man’s cock -- it was small but now -- now it’s quite large.”

The smile on the temporary fungal form of No’nehogtath grew wider.

“You saw what I wished you to see. You belong to me, no other,” it said. As Mia watched, the thick tube of fungal matter grew and lifted from the body, extending out towards her, longer than any human cock would ever be, becoming a tentacle that coiled around her leg, around her thigh and slid towards her pussy.

She shuddered in delight as the thick tuber probed at her cunt lips, slipping inside inch by inch, burrowing deep into her pussy, the width stretching her pussy to the max.

“Oh God -- oh fucking hell -- ahhhhhhh -- I’m -- I’m cumming!” she cried in surprise and delight, the thick fungal cock tentacle bringing her off faster than any of her previous boyfriends had ever been able to do. Her legs gave way and she fell forward on to her hands and knees, her tits swinging gently beneath her as the tentacle slid back and forth in her cunt.

She felt it swell inside her, bulging even larger, before it burst, sending a torrent of thick, slimy jism deep into her pussy, the sensation triggering another orgasm for her. The tentacle pulled back, streams of pale green jizz pouring from her twat as it hovered above her, more of the thick gunk splashing up and over her back and ass. It moved forward, impossibly long now, appearing next to her head, huge amounts of cum still running from the bulbous head as it nudged against her lips.

Mia opened her mouth and willingly took her Lord’s cock between her lips, surprised by the sweet taste of the thick, cloying fluid.

Finally, it pulled back and unwrapped itself from her, shrinking back into the fungal corpse.

“You belong to me,” No’nehogtath said. “Find me another sacrifice so that I may grow stronger still.”

“Yes -- yes, my Lord,” Mia gasped, scooping up great handfuls of the spunk that covered her and licking her hands clean. She had never once let a previous boyfriend cum in her mouth, let alone actively eat his cum but she couldn’t get enough of this fungus god’s.

Beside her, the body of fungus crumbled to the same dry ash it had left behind the day before in the basement of the Academy, the same ash that her own blood had turned to after she’d accidentally stabbed herself when she’d attacked Kat.

Kat -- Mia had been looking forward to enjoying their time together but her Lord knew best. If she was to be destroyed, so be it.

Knowing her duty, Mia headed for the shower. Once washed and dressed, she would head out again and find another sacrifice for her Lord.

CHAPTER THREE – KAT’S FATHER CHANGES; MIA FINDS A NEW RECRUIT

Kat woke the next morning, alone in her father’s bed. Despite his weak protests, Kat had insisted on spending the night with him and it hadn’t taken long to persuade him to fuck her once more before they slept. He still professed regret as they lay together, getting their breath back, but Kat could tell he had no intention of stopping.

Now, waking up on her own, she wondered if she’d misjudged him and that he was sat down stairs, wracked with guilt.

“Dad?” she called, slipping out from beneath the covers, completely naked, her huge tits sitting high and round on her chest, her big, firm ass jiggling slightly.

“In here,” he called from the en suite bathroom. She walked over, stepped inside and stopped in shock as she saw her father staring at himself in the full length mirror.

Kurt Denholm was in his late 50’s but had always kept himself in shape, with only a slight middle aged paunch and his mostly grey hair to give away his real age. Now, though, he’d undergone a change almost as radical as Kat’s own. He’d filled out with hard, solid muscle, his belly tightening up into a set of washboard abs. His hair was jet black once more, the few lines on his face having melted and smoothed away, leaving him looking like he was in his mid 20’s rather than his late 50’s.

Kat’s eyes grew wide as she looked at the monster cock that hung long and thick in front of his huge balls. His dick had been large the night before but his new tool was larger soft than his previous one had been when hard.

“Wow,” she said with a grin, stepping closer. “I’m liking the upgrade, Dad.”

Her father grinned at her. “It’s obvious that whatever happened to you with the fungus has happened to me,” he said.

Kat paused, a worried look on her face. “Does that mean -- are you going to try -- and kill me?”

“No, baby, no,” her father said quickly, stepping over and hugging her reassuringly. “Either I already share whatever immunity to No’nehogtath that you have or you’ve passed it on. Like you, my body’s changed but that’s it.”

Kat reached down and cupped her father’s huge cock, hefting it in her hand, smiling as she felt it thicken and harden at her touch, stiffening as she ran her fingers up and down it. In seconds it stood upright, pulsing in her hand, leaking thick, clear pre-cum that she smeared along the shaft.

“Oh wow, Daddy,” she sighed. “You’re really, really big now.”

Kurt cupped her chin and tilted her head back, leaning down and kissing her deeply, his hands moving to her huge tits, groping and gently squeezing her huge melons.

“God, I want to fuck you,” he growled.

“Mmmm, not worried about it being incest any more, Daddy?” Kat asked him, loving the feel of his hands roaming over her tits. “Not worried about it being the influence of the fungus?”

“I don’t care what it is, baby,” Kurt said, one hand moving round to her big bubble butt and cupping one of her firm cheeks. “I just want to get my cock inside you. I need to get my cock inside you.”

Kat smiled up at him and turned, heading back to the bedroom, pulling him along after her by his dick. She let go when she reached the bed and clambered on to it on her hands and knees, turning to face him, licking her lips as he moved closer. Without a word, she wrapped her lips around her father’s thick cock head, purring as she felt him inch deeper, the bulbous knob sliding over her tongue before nudging against the back of her throat. She coughed just once before she felt her throat open up and his big prick slip down into her throat.

Kurt took hold of her head, gripping her dyed blue hair gently and began sawing his prick in and out of her, fucking her face, fucking her throat deep and slow, her spit easing the motion. In the back of her mind, Kat wondered why she wasn’t gasping for breath, but most of her simply relaxed and let her father slide his dick balls deep down her throat over and over. He pulled free after a minute, his cock covered in her spit, and grinned at her as she breathed easily.

“That’s a hell of a talent you have there, baby,” he said.

“It’s a new one, Daddy,” she said. “I’ve never done that before.”

Kurt looked at his spit-slickened cock. “Turn over,” he said. “Lay on your back.” Kat did as he said, watching him climb on to the bed and straddle her waist, pushing his dick down to rest in the valley of her tits as she pushed them together.

“Yeah, that’s it, Daddy -- fuck my big titties.”

Kat used both hands to push her soft, firm pillows together as Kurt slid his huge cock between them, her spit and his almost constant stream of pre-cum lubing her cleavage as he tit-fucked his daughter. Even though her huge tits hid most of his cock, the knob would still pop out on the up thrust, allowing Kat to stick her tongue out, bend her head and lash at it, adding to the spit that ran between her mounds.

“Fuck -- feels so good,” he groaned, his dick sliding between her huge tits.

“Sure does, Daddy,” Kat agreed, managing to slurp the head of his dick between her lips. She moaned as he moved back, pulling his cock from her cleavage, sliding back down the bed to between her wide-spread legs. “You gonna fuck me now, Daddy?” she asked. “Gonna fuck your baby girl?”

Kurt simply laughed as he aimed his cock at her bald, swollen, juicy pussy lips and eased his thick cock inside her. They both sighed as his cock pushed inside, spreading her twat wider than it ever had been before. Inch after inch slide inside her, her slippery cunt taking his length easily as they stared at each other, until he was finally deep up her pussy, his huge balls resting against her butt.

“Oh God -- oh God, Daddy -- never -- never felt so good,” Kat gasped.

“Me neither,” Kurt moaned. He took hold of her hips and started moving, back and fore, back and fore, fucking his daughter with long, slow strokes, almost coming all the way out, before sliding all the way back in. He watched her huge, round tits roll gently on her chest even though she had her hands over them, her mounds too large for her to completely control.

“Ahhhh yeah -- fuck me, Daddy -- so fucking good,” Kat said.

“I love you, Kat,” her father said, still fucking his prick into her with long, steady strokes. “I love fucking you.”

“Me too, Daddy,” she said. “Will you -- will you fuck me -- a little faster? A little harder?”

Kurt grinned and, as instructed, picked up the pace a little. He held her hips tighter and began moving his own hips up and down faster, clenching his butt cheeks as he thrust deep inside her pussy. He grunted as he crammed his whole cock into her cunt time and again, his big dick bottoming out inside her pussy, making her squeal a little with each thrust.

“Ahh -- ah! Fuck -- fuck yeah -- like that, Daddy -- fuck me like that!” Kat yelled as her father sped up again, stuffing his huge shaft into her pussy hard and fast. Her tight, slippery cunt muscles gripped his shaft as he slid it deep inside her and he glanced down between them, amazed that her petite body -- with the exception of her tits and ass -- could take his new monster cock.

“Oh fuck -- fuck, Kat,” he gasped. “I’m never giving this up,” he said. “Don’t care -- if it’s wrong -- nnngghhhhh -- just want -- to fuck you.”

“That’s -- what I wanna hear, Daddy!” Kat gasped in return. She reached up and put her hand on his stomach, smiling at the feel of his tense abs. “Wait though -- stop -- for a second,” she moaned. Once her father had stopped moving, she slid up the bed, his huge knob popping free from her pussy. Before he could complain too much, though, she rolled over, back on to her knees, dropping her shoulders down on to the bed, looking back at him, her ass high in the air.

Kurt grinned as she wiggled her ass from side to side.

“Come fuck me from behind, Daddy,” she said.

He clambered up behind her, his cock in hand, and aimed it at the juicy twat before him. He gripped her big ass cheeks in his hands, spreading them as he shoved his whole length deep into her cunt in one thrust.

“Aaaahhhhh fuck -- yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, Daddy!” Kat cried out as her father stuffed his prick inside her hard and fast from the start, his hips slamming against her butt, his cock going balls deep time and again. “Oh Jesus -- oh fuck -- ahhhhhhh -- cumming! Fucking -- cumming!”

Kat’s whole body shook as her orgasm overtook her, rippling through her body as her father fucked her with big, pile driving thrusts. Waves of pleasure crashed through her system, her pussy clamping down on his cock, squeezing it tight as she came.

“Oh God -- fuck me! Fuck me!” she cried, her words turning to moans and gasps as her father continued pounding his prick into her, prolonging her orgasm until she finally pulled forward, off his cock, gasping for breath.

Kat looked up at her father as she rolled over on to her back again. He knelt beside her, his hand running up his big, slippery cock, the flared knob swollen and angry looking.

“You -- you wanna -- cum all over me again, Daddy?” Kat asked, cupping her huge tits and pushing them together, making a target of them for him.

Kurt didn’t answer but simply sped up his hand, pointing his prick at her round mounds of tit-flesh and, with a single grunt, started spurting out great wads of jism. Thick, gushing streams of spunk flew from his cock tip, erupting over her tits and face, laying in creamy lines across his daughter’s gorgeous features and heaving jugs. He gasped as he exploded a massive amount of cum over her, wondering briefly if he was ever going to stop until, eventually, the flow lessened and finally stopped.

“Fuck -- fuck that’s -- a lot of cum,” Kat laughed, scooping it up and sucking it off her fingers. “Mmmmm, tasty,” she sighed. She looked up at her father. “I’m gonna want a whole lot more of this, Daddy,” she said, leaning forward and sucking on the head of his slowly softening cock. “That okay with you?”

“Definitely,” he said.

† † † † †

An hour later, they stood in Kurt’s library, reading through the books he’d found the day before, desperate to understand why Dr McAllister had apparently succumbed to the old god No’nehogtath but Kat had been unaffected -- other than the physical and libidinous changes, of course.

“There’s nothing obvious I can see,” Kat said as she flicked back and forth from one page to another. She sat wearing one of her father’s white shirts, the tails just about covering her ass and pussy, the buttons straining to hold in her huge tits.

“No, nor I,” Kurt said, wandering among the shelves wearing just a pair of sweat pants. “Everything just points to an infected woman becoming one of the Brides of the Fungus. Nothing explains why you’re not one of them.” He looked over at her and smiled. “Though I’m really glad you’re not, Kat.”

“Me too, Dad, me too,” Kat said.

“Well for now, maybe we should just be grateful you’re not enslaved by that thing and work out how to cure Dr McAllister.”

Kat looked up from her book. “Didn’t you say yesterday the women were under No’nehogtath’s power until they died? And the only way to kill them was to remove that seed thing they had inside them?”

“That’s what the books said but remember,” her father said, stepping over to her, “one book was written decades ago, the other a couple of hundred years ago. There might be a way, with modern surgical techniques, to remove the seed without killing her.”

“I hope so,” Kat said. “Trouble is, she’s not going to want to do that willingly. She’s under the old god’s power so we’re basically going to have to kidnap her, take her to a surgeon and get him to remove the seed. How are we going to do that?”

Kurt sat down next to her and hugged her.

“I’m not sure, baby. We’ll have to think of something.”

† † † † †

Dr Mia McAllister closed the door to her guest bedroom with a smile and headed down the stairs to wait for her caller. She’d rung in to the Wilbraham Academy that morning claiming sickness and asked for a particular student of hers to bring round some paperwork that she could catch up on so that her day off wouldn’t be entirely wasted.

She pulled the already low neck line of her halter top a little lower, exposing more of her deep cleavage and the inner slopes of her big tits before pushing her tiny skirt a little lower on her hips so that the waistband of her G-string was more visible. Satisfied with the results, she stood in her living room and waited.

It wasn’t long before her doorbell rang. She moved to the front door and stood behind and to the side of it so that her caller couldn’t see her apart from her head as she looked around it when she opened it.

“Hi doc. Miss Hartfeld asked me to bring you these.”

Dr McAllister smiled at her student, Jennifer Rabaiotti who stood on her doorstep holding out a stack of folders. She was a short girl, slim, with short dark hair and a Mediterranean complexion. And -- so the rumours around the Academy had it -- she was totally into girls.

“Excellent,” Dr McAllister said. “Please, come in for a moment and put them inside.”

“Okay,” Jennifer said, rolling her eyes, clearly not happy about the idea. She stepped in and turned as the doctor closed the door behind her. “So where do you Jesus doc! What the fuck?” she almost yelled as she turned and saw the changes that had happened to her teacher. “You’ve had some serious work done!”

“Do you like my new look?” Mia asked, walking forward slowly, swinging her hips, running her finger around the low neck line of her top.

“Not really,” Jennifer said, screwing up her face as she looked her teacher up and down.

“But -- but I heard you -- you liked girls?” Mia asked, bewildered.

“Yeah, I do, but not -- “ she waved her hand at the doctor, “ -- not porno princesses with their fake tits and big asses. God knows almost every woman from Wilbraham looks like that -- there must be something in the water or whatever -- but it’s not a look I’m into. I like real girls.”

Dr McAllister stood still, a frown on her face. “Hmmm, that’s not what I was expecting,” she said. “Plan B it is, then.”

She reached out suddenly and grabbed Jennifer’s arm, pulling her close, making her drop the folders she was holding. Jennifer squealed as the doctor dragged her towards the base of the stairs and started pulling her up.

“Hey! What the fuck?” Jennifer yelled, trying to pull free.

“Lord, give me strength,” Mia said. Unknown to Jennifer, it wasn’t just a turn of phrase -- the Lord of the Fungus heard her and in seconds Mia’s grip on her student had increased, allowing her to half drag, half carry the poor girl up the stairs and towards the guest bedroom.

“Doc! Let me go, you bitch!” Jennifer said, swiping at her with her free hand though her blows did nothing to slow her down. “Help! Help!” she screamed as Mia opened the bedroom door and threw her inside, closing and locking it after them.

“MMMFFFMFMM! UUPPPPPP MMRRMMFF!”

As shocked and scared as she was, Jennifer couldn’t help but look over to the bed where the muffled cries came from. A young man -- she vaguely recognised him as a fellow student at the Wilbraham Academy named Robert or Richard or something -- lay naked on his back on the bed, his hands tied behind him, his ankles tied together, several pieces of duct tape over his mouth. His eyes were wide and he thrashed around as he saw the two women, Jennifer sprawled on the floor, the doctor standing over her.

“Fuck!” Jennifer said. “Look, doc, I don’t know what fucking sex game you’re into, but count me out, okay? Now let me go, you crazy bitch.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Dr McAllister said, walking over to the other side of the bed and opening the cabinet beside it. “I was hoping to do this the easy way,” she said as she withdrew a large knife, Jennifer backing away from her, “but as you’re not into this,” she indicated her huge tits, tiny waist and firm, big ass, “I guess it’s the hard way.”

She climbed on to the bed on her knees, following after the naked man as he tried to wriggle away. She reached out and held him still with one hand, raising the knife in the other.

“Rod here couldn’t wait to get his hands on me, could you, Rod?” she said as she gripped him by his hair and pulled him half upright. “He thought all his birthdays had come at once when he saw me in the mall this morning.”

She plunged the knife deep into his throat time after time, blood pouring from his wounds, raining down his chest and on to the bed. The crimson fluid pooled beneath him and splattered against the doctor’s tits, belly and legs as she stabbed him over and over, slicing huge holes in his neck.

Jennifer stood against the wall of the bedroom and screamed, her eyes transfixed on the sight before her. It was a horror movie come to life; it was too real for her to comprehend; it was too much for her to handle. She slumped unconscious to the floor.

Dr McAllister let Rod’s lifeless body fall back to the bed and moved off, wiping her bloodied hands on her tiny skirt. As she did, a greyish green mold appeared on the bed, absorbing the blood, transforming it into more of the furry fungus. It travelled up and over Rod’s body, quickly covering his entire corpse, turning him into a pile of mold.

Two holes appeared where his eyes had been, deep, dark holes with a green light within.

“You have done well again, my servant,” the Lord of the Fungus said, a smile spreading over its face. Its head turned slowly on its ruined neck, its gaze on Jennifer’s unconscious form. “Another bride for me?” it asked.

“Yes, my Lord,” Mia said. “I thought -- I thought two of us together would increase the amount of men we could bring you.”

“Excellent. Bring her closer -- I am still weak.”

Mia took hold of her student and pulled her over and up on to the bed, laying her next to the moldy form of No’nehogtath.

Jennifer stirred with the movement, her eyes flickering open. As she saw the grinning, fungal monstrosity looking at her she inhaled a deep breath which was destined to be a scream. At the same time, however, the face of the fungus Lord burst open, a shower of tiny spores spraying into her face and down her lungs.

Jennifer coughed and retched, scrabbling at her throat as she breathed in the dry, bitter seeds. She rolled to her side, eyes bulging, tongue protruding from her mouth, as she heaved and coughed, falling off the mattress and on to the floor.

In moments she was unconscious again, slumped on the carpet, oblivious to the world.

Mia ignored her and climbed on to the bed again, reaching for the soft, mossy remnant of Rod’s dick, holding it in her hand.

“My Lord?” she asked. “I didn’t have a chance to enjoy this young man as I’d hoped. Nor, for that matter, your new bride. As you said, I belong to you, now, and only you. I -- I long for you, my Lord. I long to be taken by you again.”

The remains of Rod’s face grinned even wider. “You have done well, my slave,” No’nehogtath said. “I am pleased with your offerings this day so I shall grant you a reward.”

Mia smiled as she felt the thin tube of matter in her hand grow, harden and thicken, becoming a solid tube with a rounded, bulbous knob at the end of it. Without a second thought, still smeared in the blood of her student, she bent down and swallowed as much of the fungal cock as she could. She forced herself to cram the thick length to the back of her throat, gagging on it for a moment before she felt it slide down her gullet. Mia stifled her own panic as she realised the thing was still growing inside her, before she realised she could still breathe -- the fungus allowed air through it and into her lungs even as it filled her mouth and throat.

While the fungus god’s body didn’t move, Mia felt the length of tentacle cock sliding back and forth, literally fucking her throat as she purred and moaned in delight. She slid a hand between her legs, easing two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, fingering herself as she toyed gently with her clit, her thighs shaking as she felt her orgasm building as quickly as the day before.

She quickly lifted herself up and off the huge cock, coughing and spitting as she released it from her throat, and turned, sitting on it. She guided it into her twat, the blunt knob head spreading her cunt lips wide, making her moan in pleasure and paid as she fed it into herself.

“Aaahhhhhh fuck -- yes! Oh my god -- yes -- yes!”

Mia pushed herself back and down, the whole of the fungal tentacle sliding deep into her pussy, triggering her cum, making her yell and moan as she thrashed around on top of the mold covered corpse that was host to her new god.

“Oh god -- aaahhhhh -- fuck me -- oh yes! Fuck me, my Lord!” she babbled as she felt the prehensile length moving inside her, swelling to fill her every inch. “Give it to me -- fuck me -- ahhhhhh -- give me -- your cum!” she begged, still rocking back and forth on the huge shaft.

She grinned as a deep growl came from No’nehogtath’s frame and she felt the huge cock inside her erupt, a constant stream of thick jism spurting deep into her cunt, the warm slime quickly filling her up. There was a brief moment of discomfort, of being too full, before the fungal cock pulled back and slipped free, a torrent of slimy, pale green spunk spilling from her pussy, drenching the crotch of her god. Mia felt its prick lurch and slide up her back, growing ever longer, still pouring out its load of jizz, until it reached her shoulder. She turned her head and willingly accepted the stiff, sodden mess of its tentacle cock into her mouth again, eagerly drinking down the last of its viscous outpouring, using her fingers to scoop up what she could from her back and between her legs.

“Of all my Brides,” the Lord of the Fungus said, “across all the centuries, I have never found one so eager for my seed.”

“I live for it, my Lord,” Dr McAllister said, still licking her fingers clean. “I only hope that when Jennifer and other Brides join us, that you will continue to bless me with your bounty.”

“Indeed I shall. You shall be the Queen of my Brides, Mia McAllister. But I grow weary, still.” The light in the dark holes of its eyes began to dim. “Bring me more sacrifices, my Queen. Bring me more that I may gain strength and continue to bless you.”

Mia frowned in disappointment as the light went out and the body of her Lord began to turn to ash, as she knew it would.

She climbed off the bed, still idly scooping up the last of No’nehogtath’s cum and licking it from her fingers, and unlocked and opened the bedroom door before bending down beside the unconscious Jennifer. With a little effort, she was able to pick her up and carry her out of the room towards her own, much larger bed. She stripped her, lingering over her trim stomach, small, firm breasts and neatly trimmed pubes, before leaving her to sleep.

Jennifer may have turned her down a little while ago, but she would feel differently in the morning.

CHAPTER FOUR – KAT AND HER FATHER ARE IN TROUBLE

Kurt Denholm sat in his large bed, flicking through the pages of an old book, a look of frustration on his face. Beside him, curled up against his muscular torso, lay his daughter Kat, fingers flicking over the screen of her iPad.

"It's no good," Kurt said. "I can't find anything about a cure for the condition, other than by removing this mysterious seed the accounts talk about. And in every case -- that ends in death."

"Not much of a cure, dad," Kat said. "And I hope you're only talking about a cure for Dr McAllister. I'm quite happy with my new look." She reached under the covers and hefted her father's heavy, thick cock. "And I'm very happy with yours as well."

Kurt grinned and dropped the book on to the floor, slipping one arm around her shoulders, the other pushing the covers down, revealing and the cupping her huge tits.

"Couldn't agree more, baby," he said.

"Ah shit," Kat said.

"Not the reaction I was expecting," Kurt said.

"No, not you, dad, this." She pointed at her tablet which showed an article from the website of the Wilbraham Sentinel, the local newspaper. The headline read SIX ACADEMY STUDENTS, ONE DOCTOR MISSING.

"Is the doctor your boss?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah," Kat said. "Dr McAllister hasn't been at the Academy since we were attacked by the fungus last week," she said, paraphrasing the article. "Since then, six students have gone missing, four boys and two girls -- shit! Dad, one of the girls who's gone missing, it's Jennifer Rabaiotti, the girl Dr McAllister mentioned to me before she realised I wasn't possessed by that thing that's got her."

"You said she wanted to use that girl to recruit others, other brides for the fungus?"

"Yeah," Kat said. "Dad, it looks like she's really going through with this, trying to get more brides for No'nehogtath. While we've been fucking our brains out for the last week, she's been luring boys to sacrifice to that fungus god."

Kurt pulled her closer. "Not your fault, baby," he said. "We've been looking for a cure for Dr McAllister as well, and if we can find a way to help her without killing her then we will."

"But shouldn't we have spoken to the police or something?"

"You know they wouldn't believe us, Kat," he said. "At the least they'd think we were crazy, at worst they'd lock us up. Probably the latter if they found out we'd been having sex together."

"Yeah, I guess," Kat said. She cuddled up closer to her father's broad chest, her hand lazily stroking his big dick, feeling it slowly harden in her hand. "As much as I want to help Mia and wish this crazy shit hadn't happened, I'm really glad you and I ended up like this. You know, pornstar bodies and sex drives."

"Mmmmm, me too," Kurt said, running his hand over her big, round tits again, feeling her small nipples harden beneath his fingers. As she lifted her head, he bent his down and they kissed, tongues slipping into each other's mouths. She smiled up at him as she broke the kiss, pushed the covers to one side and bent down, stuffing as much of his half hard cock into her mouth as she could.

Kat purred as she sucked and gently chewed on the tough stalk of his meat, her head being forced up as it grew bigger and harder in her mouth. She drooled all over it, spit sliding down the shaft which she used as lube to ease the motion of her hand as she slid it up and down the thickening trunk of his cock.

"Aahhhhhh, fuck yeah," Kurt sighed, bunching his hand in her dyed blue hair, gently guiding her as she bobbed her head up and down. "That's it, baby -- suck Daddy's cock.”

Had her mouth not been crammed full of his dick, she would have smiled. Only a week ago he’d been wracked with guilt after they’d first had sex but since his own transformation in to a muscular, big dicked and slightly younger version of himself, he’d happily thrown all concerns to the wind.

“Yeah, suck my dick -- suck Daddy’s big dick,” he murmured, sliding his free hand over Kat’s back and down her side, grabbing a handful of her huge tits that, despite their size, still managed to be firm and sit high on her chest. “Get it nice and wet, baby,” he grunted, pushing his hips up, thrusting into the back of her throat.

“AAGGLLLL! KKLLLL! MMMPPPHFLLL!” Kat coughed and gargled as her father’s cock pushed beyond her mouth and into her throat, something she never would have been able to take before the fungus had changed her. Now she loved feeling his hard shaft deep inside her, spit dribbling down its length as the big, bulbous head slid in and out of her throat.

Kat reared back, thick lines of spit connecting her lips and his cock head for a moment before they broke, covering her father’s dick in saliva. She fisted his hard length for a moment before looking up at him and smiling.

“Your dick’s all wet and slippery, Daddy,” she said. “You know where I want it?”

“Where, baby?” Kurt asked with a grin.

She rolled on to her back, her head on the pillow, and cupped her huge, round tits, mauling them as she mashed them together.

“Put it between my titties, Daddy,” she said, spreading her big jugs apart. “Come fuck your daughter’s big fucking titties.”

Kurt quickly climbed over and straddled her, holding his steel hard cock down so that Kat could wrap her big tits around it, the head just peeping out from her deep cleavage. While his late wife -- Kat’s mother -- had been small breasted, he’d secretly always had a thing for big tits. Since his and Kat’s transformations he had eagerly indulged his fetish to the delight of his daughter.

He slid his cock along the valley between her tits, sighing as he felt and watched her lick and suck at the head of his dick as it popped out on his up thrusts, Kat’s tongue lashing around it before she clamped her lips around the rosy knob.

“Ahhh yeah -- yeah, that’s it, baby,” Kurt groaned. “Love your tits -- Daddy loves your big -- fucking  -- tits.”

“Mmmmm -- and I -- love your -- big cock -- Daddy,” Kat said between sucks.

Kurt reached down and took hold of his daughter’s enormous tits, holding them in place as he thrust his cock in and out of her cleavage, titty fucking her with long, slow strokes, just the way they both liked it. His cock bucked as it was wrapped in the fleshy pillows, spurting out thick lines of clear pre-cum that helped lube the motion of his dick and filled the bedroom with the slick sounds of their tit fuck.

“Can I -- can I fuck your pussy now, baby?” Kurt asked after a few minutes.

Kat smiled up at him. “You’re so polite, Daddy,” she said teasingly before glaring up at him, gritting her teeth. “Fuck it, Daddy -- fuck your naughty girl’s cunt,” she growled.

Kurt quickly shuffled back, letting her move her legs when he was out of the way. He took hold of the back of her knees and pushed the back and apart, spreading her sopping wet pussy. Kat reached down and grabbed his cock head, positioning it at the entrance to her twat, groaning in delight as the big knob spread her lips as it eased inside.

“Aaahhhh yeah -- fuck me, Daddy -- fuck my pussy,” she cried as Kurt pushed his cock deeper into her twat. “Do it -- hard and fast, Daddy -- fuck me hard and fast!”

Kurt thrust his whole length inside her, cramming all of his big shaft deep into his daughter’s pussy before withdrawing until just the head remained, then shoved it back in, over and over, fucking her as hard and as fast as he could and she wanted.

“Oh God -- love fucking you, baby -- love your tight pussy,” he gasped as he banged his cock in and out of her cunt, his big balls banging against her round ass with every thrust.

He’d never had such hot, rampant sex as he had in the last week since he and his daughter had started fucking. He and his late wife had made love often but it had always been quiet, usually in the dark and restrained. Whether it was the effects of the fungus or Kat’s true nature Kurt didn’t know or care but sex with her was like being in a porn film. As much as they loved each other, they didn’t make love -- they fucked, pure and simple.

“Fuck, Daddy!” Kat cried, looking up at him. “Fuck my cunt -- make me cum -- make me cum, Daddy.”

Kurt doubled his efforts, shoving his cock harder, faster and deeper inside Kat’s pussy, his meaty shaft spreading her hot, slippery walls apart, feeling like his cock head was banging into the entrance to her womb.

“Aahhh -- ah -- fuck yeah -- fuck me!” Kat cried, feeling her orgasm building as her father fucked her. “Fuck -- gonna -- fucking -- cum!” she gasped, her pussy clamping down around Kurt’s dick as she came, waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Her father continued fucking her as she shook and writhed on the bed, slowing down slightly so she could better enjoy the sensations.

“That good, baby?” he asked with a grin as she panted, looking up at him with a big smile on her face.

“Oh yeah, Daddy,” she sighed. “Daddy?” she asked quietly, pushing his firm abs back, making him withdraw his prick. “There’s something I want to do that we haven’t done yet.”

“What’s that, baby?” he asked, watching as she turned round on to her knees, dropping her head down to the bed, her huge tits squashing out beneath her.

She reached back and spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing her tight, wrinkled asshole to his gaze.

“I want you to fuck my ass, Daddy,” she said. “I know you like getting your fingers in there, but I think it’s time I had your cock up my butt.”

“Oh baby -- baby are you sure?” Kurt asked, torn between lust and concern.

“Do it, Daddy,” Kat said. “Stick that big cock of yours up my ass.”

Kurt took hold of his cock and shuffled forward, aiming it at his daughter’s tiny, crinkled butt hole, pushing the flared head against it. His knob flattened against her asshole for a moment as they both held their breath before Kat relaxed enough, her ass opened a little and his cock popped inside.

“Uunnnngghhh, fuck -- yeah,” Kat sighed as he father slowly pushed another couple of inches into her butt. “Ah -- ah -- ahhhh -- that’s it -- that’s what I want,” she groaned as her father’s cock worked in and out of her ass, going a little deeper each time.

“Fuck, baby,” Kurt sighed, staring down at the sight of his prick sliding in and out of her butt. “Your ass is so fucking tight.”

“That’s because -- your cock’s so big,” Kat gasped, starting to rock back against him, helping him cram more and more of his giant prick into her butt. “Oh fuck -- fuck that’s so good,” she moaned, still holding her ass cheeks apart as her father stuffed his dick into her behind. “You like that? You like my ass, Daddy?”

“Jesus, yes,” Kurt laughed, picking up the pace. “Love fucking -- my daughter’s tight -- hot -- fucking asshole.”

“Take it, Daddy!” Kat cried. “Fuck my ass! Fuck my horny ass!”

Kurt grunted as he shoved his cock into Kat’s asshole over and over, stuffing his whole length deep into her ass, fucking her harder and faster, just how she liked it.

“Fuck!” he gasped, pounding his daughter’s tight butthole. “Gonna cum!”

“Let me taste it, Daddy!” Kat cried as he whipped his big dick from her butt. “Lemme taste your cum!”

Kurt shuffled round to her head, his hand stroking his cock, as Kat rolled over on to her side and eagerly wrapped her lips round his knob, taking his dick deep into her mouth. Her father groaned, a long drawn out moan, then shook, his prick swelling in her mouth as it unleashed a torrent of jism. The first thick stream went straight down her throat but before she could swallow the second, the third filled her mouth to overflowing. She coughed and moved back, spunk spilling from her lips to fall down her cheek and chin, before her father’s prick spat out more and more cum, coating her face, laying in thick, unbroken lines across her gorgeous features. He groaned as his balls clenched, his dick lurched and more spunk than he’d ever shot poured out and over his daughter’s face.

“Cum for me, Daddy,” Kat sighed, scooping up as much of his jizz as she could, shovelling it into her mouth to swallow it down. “Mmmm, so good -- so tasty,” she purred.

Kurt watched as his daughter cleaned her face of his cum, not missing a drop, smiling up at him as she did it.

They were interrupted by the sound of her cell phone ringing -- he expected her to ignore it but she frowned.

“That’s Dr McAllister’s ring tone,” she said before rolling off the bed and scrambling through her clothes, trying to find where she’d dropped her phone the night before. Once she had it, she pressed the screen, switching the speaker phone on. “Dr McAllister?” she asked.

“Ah, Katherine. So good to hear your voice again,” the doctor said. “I hope you’re well and the changes the fungus wrought have allowed you to -- enjoy yourself.”

“I’m fine,” Kat said. “I could do with fewer crazy bitches trying to stab me,” she said.

“Oh I do apologise about that,” Dr McAllister said. “I was just getting used to my own changes, you understand? And as I recall, it was me who ended up with the knife wound, not you.”

Kat and her father remained silent for a moment.

“What do you want?” Kat asked eventually.

“I’d like to meet with you. To talk about what’s happened. I’m sure you’re as curious as me, so I thought it might be best to share whatever we’ve found out.”

“I’ve found out some students are missing and you haven’t been to the Academy,” Kat said. “You want to talk about that?”

“Not really,” Dr McAllister said, sounding bored. “I want to talk about why I hear my Lord and you don’t. We can meet in a public place, if you like, so you won’t feel threatened. Somewhere open with lots of people. What do you say?”

“Okay,” Kat said. “Century Park, near the northern end of the lake. At noon.”

“Very well,” the doctor said. “I’ll be alone so there’s no need to worry.” And with that, she hung up.

“You think it’s a trap?” Kurt asked her daughter.

“I don’t know. But I’d like you to come with me.”

“Of course.” Kurt ran his fingers across her cheek, smearing some of his cum towards her mouth. “You might want to shower first, though,” he said.

† † † † †

Kat sat on a bench near the north end of Century Park as she'd arranged with Dr McAllister and watched the people go by. In the week since her transformation she'd managed to find time to buy new clothes that better fit her new shape. Her jeans were tight up her legs and clung to the round cheeks of her butt while her shirt, despite being a large size, was still stretched across her huge tits, the top few buttons undone and exposing the start of her deep cleavage and the round swells of the tops of her mounds.

It was no wonder she received plenty of admiring looks from the young -- and old -- men who wandered by, not to mention more than a few of the women.

"Katherine. You're looking -- well," Dr Mia McAllister said as she stepped from behind Kat's bench, making her jump.

Despite the doctor's attempt to kill her the last time they met, Kat couldn't help looking at her with more than a little desire. Mia's body was just like her own -- all tits and ass -- and she clearly revelled in it. Her tight black skirt that stopped at mid-thigh -- the glimpse of stocking tops -- the high heels -- the silk blouse that was practically skin tight around her huge tits -- the small clutch bag she held in her hands -- all combined to give her the appearance of a high class hooker.

Dr McAllister sat on the bench a foot or two away from Kat and smiled over at her.

"So. Here we are," she said.

"You wanted to talk, Dr McAllister," Kat said.

"Yes. Yes, I did." The doctor idly reached up with one hand and toyed with the edge of her blouse, running her fingertips along the edge, grazing them gently against the large swell of her breasts. "We're puzzled, you see. We can't understand why your body has changed but you cannot hear the voice of No'nehogtath." Mia frowned at her. "My Lord has said this has never happened before in all the many centuries he has been here."

"I don't know why either," Kat said. "We both went through the same thing, both got infected by the same spores."

"Hmmmm. You say infected, I say blessed." Mia looked at her former assistant and smiled. "Would you like to try again?" she asked. "My Lord is willing to give you another attempt at receiving his blessing."

"Are you willing to be cured?" Kat asked in return. "We're looking for a way to cure you, some way we can get you back to normal."

Mia reached out and took Kat's hand lightly. "Oh my dear girl, why would I want to go back to being normal? I have more power, more desire now than I ever had in my old life. My Lord gives me the strength I need and the purpose I was lacking. I could never go back to normal."

Kat pulled her hand away and found that she wanted to cry. She'd never been terribly close to Dr McAllister but knowing what she did of the fungus god that had infected her, Kat was saddened to hear her words.

Dr McAllister frowned for a moment.

"Who's we?" Kat shook her head, not understanding. "A second ago you said we were looking for a cure. Who else knows about this?" Before Kat could answer, the doctor's bag chirped. She reached in and withdrew her phone, flicking through the screens before turning back to Kat. "Who's we, Katherine?"

"No one," Kat said.

"Is that so? Not even your father?" Dr McAllister turned her phone round so that Kat could see the screen which showed a picture of a gorgeous young woman holding a pistol to Kurt's head. "Two of my -- compatriots found your father watching us a little way off. But you knew he was there, didn't you? After all, we watched you arrive together."

"Don't hurt him, please," Kat begged.

Mia looked at the photo in more detail. "He's looking very well, isn't he? All buff and rugged. It's almost like he's been -- transformed, isn't it?" She stared over at Kat. "Did you do something to him? Why does he look fifteen years younger than he did a couple of weeks ago? How have you done that?"

"I -- I don't know," Kat said. "The fungus -- it must have affected him after we -- "

"After you what?" Mia asked before realisation dawned and she could answer her own question. "Oh my god, you fucked your own father, didn't you?" she asked with a smile, Kat's look of embarrassment all the confirmation she needed. "You two had sex and somehow he changed as well. You're both definitely going to come with me."

"What? Where?"

"To meet my Lord. He's going to have so many questions for you."

"Dr McAllister, please -- Mia, please, don't hurt my father."

“Oh you poor girl. I don’t think you know what’s going to happen. We’re going to do more than just hurt him and you.”

Kat stared at her in horror for a split second before she started to launch herself at her, a snarl of fury pouring from her mouth. At that instant, strands of grey vegetation shot from the ground beneath the bench forming cords that wrapped themselves around her wrists, pulling her hands back down. More of the grey, fibrous ropes wrapped around her legs, pinning them together while yet more slid around and across her body.

Just as she was about to scream, a last, thicker cord lay across her mouth, stifling her cry.

"My Lord is with me at all times," Dr McAllister said as she reached out and stroked Kat's bosom, the terrified younger woman staring at her, struggling against the matted ropes that held her fast. "And he can't wait to meet you properly," she said. They both looked up as a large van drove slowly across the grass of the park towards them, pulling up next to the bench.

Another woman -- equally as busty and sensual as either Kat or the doctor -- climbed out and went around the back, opening the rear doors. It took Kat a second to realise it was Jennifer Rabaiotti who was obviously working with Dr McAllister and her mad fungus god.

The ends of the ropes came free from the ground as the doctor and Jennifer lifted Kat's trussed body and loaded her into the back of the van, alongside her father who was tied up in a similar manner. They stared at each other helplessly as the van doors closed and they were driven away.

† † † † †

It was difficult to judge how long they were in the back of the van, jostling and rolling around as it left the park, picked up the road and, sometime later, headed off along what felt and sounded like a country track. All Kat and her father could do was stare at each other and hope for the best.

Eventually, the van stopped and the rear doors were opened. Jennifer Rabaiotti and another girl -- obviously another Bride of the Fungus judging by her figure -- dragged Kurt's large frame out first, the pair of them struggling to get him upright, before they did the same with Kat. Despite the horrible circumstances, Kat couldn't help moan a little in pleasure as she felt them take the opportunity to run their hands over her body, squeezing her big jugs and cupping her ass.

As they stood, the vines wrapping their legs fell to the ground and were absorbed into the earth, allowing them to walk under the guidance of the Brides, though their arms and bodies were still tied, their mouths still gagged.

Kat and her father looked around them, seeing a large, single storied building that looked like a barn of some sort, set in the middle of a scrap of land. On three sides, the barn was flanked by an old wood with close set trees, the remaining side being where they'd parked the van, a rough track leading away from it. Neither she nor Kurt had any idea where they were.

Dr McAllister walked ahead of them and opened the barn, closing the heavy, corrugated iron door after the two Brides had led their captives inside. The interior was mostly empty -- a few bales of hay were placed around the edges of the floor with planks of wood leaning against the walls here and there. A large but dirty skylight let in plenty of sunshine although it was tinged to an almost brown colour because of the grime, giving the place a run-down look.

"We thought this would be nice and quiet," the doctor said as the Brides moved Kat to one bale of hay while Mia moved Kurt to one of the beams that supported the roof, the vines wrapping themselves around the beam, holding him tight to it. "I think you know Jennifer from the Academy, don't you?" she asked Kat before indicating the other girl. "This is Sarah, our latest recruit."

"Hi," Sarah said incongruously, waving at Kat.

Kurt winced as the doctor tore open his shirt to reveal his broad chest and taut abs before opening his trousers, reaching in and pulling out his big, heavy cock.

"Oh my," she said in admiration. "That's a really big cock, Mr Denholm. No wonder Kat couldn't resist it."

"You fucked your own father?" Jennifer whispered in Kat's ear as she ran her hand over the captive's big tits, squeezing them gently, grinning as she felt Kat's nipples harden beneath her shirt. "Mmmmm, you dirty bitch," she said, leaning closer and licking and nibbling at her ear.

"The doctor's right, though," Sarah said, leaning into Kat from the other side, cupping her other tit. "That's a really big cock he's got."

“Still, that’s not what we’re here for,” Mia said as she took a sharp bladed knife from her clutch bag.

Kat struggled against her bonds, screaming behind her gag as she watched her former boss step up to her father, tilt his head back and draw her knife across his throat, sending a torrent of blood pouring down his chest.

Kurt gasped in pain and surprise, looking over at his daughter as his life ebbed away.

CHAPTER FIVE – THE LORD OF THE FUNGUS SOWS HIS SEED

Kat screamed behind her gag as she watched her father shake and convulse against the pole he was tied to as blood poured from the wound in his throat, cascading over his chest. Her former boss, Dr Mia McAllister, still held the knife she’d used to slit his throat as she moved forward and kissed him deeply, forcing her tongue into his mouth as his life slipped away.

Kat struggled against the vines that still held both her arms behind her back and her feet to the floor, while two of Mia’s students -- Jennifer and Sarah -- held her on the bale of hay, the three of them watching raptly as Kurt’s struggles lessened.

“There now,” Mia said as she stepped back. “How does that feel, my Lord?” she asked.

Kurt’s eyes flickered open to reveal jet black orbs with just the tiniest pin prick of light deep within them. He smiled, his wide, toothy grin seeming to gleam in the murky afternoon sunshine that the grubby skylight in the barn’s roof let in.

“You have done well, my Bride,” he said in a deep, rasping voice, so different from his normal one. “This form will serve my needs to move about in this world of yours.”

Kat stopped struggling, staring in horror, tears running down her face as she realised what had happened to her father.

“Jennifer, Sarah,” Mia said, “come and worship your Lord No’nehogtath in his new form.”

The ropes of fibrous fungus that held Kurt Denholm to the pole simply fell away as No’nehogtath, Lord of the Fungus, willed it as he stepped forward, spreading his arms wide. The three women knelt eagerly at his feet -- leaving Kat on the bale of hay, feet still tied to the floor by the same fungal ropes that held her arms -- and smiled up at him. Sarah and Jennifer took hold of his already open trousers and pulled them down, letting him step out of them, while Mia reached up and took hold of his big, spongy cock.

“Make me ready,” No’nehogtath growled.

Mia simply moved forward, opening her mouth and letting the swelling knob of his prick slip between her lips. She sucked on it for a moment, pushing forward and allowing the big length to move further inside her mouth, bumping up against the back of her throat until she relaxed and swallowed, taking it deeper still.

“Oh, wow,” Sarah said, watching in awe. “That’s fucking unbelievable.”

No’nehogtath grunted in pleasure as Mia began rocking back and forth, his hardening cock sliding in and out of her throat with every move until the increasing angle of his prick forced her to let it slip from her mouth with a gasp. His huge shaft bobbed in front of the three women, covered in Mia’s spit, the flared head almost constantly leaking pre-cum that was not clear, but a bright green.

Jennifer -- a committed lesbian until her transformation the week before -- reached for his cock and stroked it as she licked and sucked on the pulsing head, taking it as far as she could but not being able to match Mia.

“My turn, my turn,” Sarah whined.

“There will be plenty for all,” No’nehogtath said before he looked across the room to where Kat was still imprisoned. “All of you,” he said.

As Sarah and Jennifer took turns feeding each other their Lord’s cock, Mia stood and stripped off her tight blouse, revealing the huge, round tits that she -- and the others, including Kat -- had been blessed with following their transformations. Her bra quickly followed her blouse in flying to the floor, along with her skirt, leaving her just in stockings and high heels. She smiled over at her master.

“How would you like me, my Lord?” she asked.

No’nehogtath grinned and pointed to the floor in front of him. “Hands and knees, Queen of my Brides,” he said.

Kat watched as Mia dropped to her hands and knees, facing her, smiling over at her former student as the thing inhabiting the body of Kat’s dead father crouched behind her, holding his huge cock in one hand, the other gripping her ass cheek.

Mia’s eyes closed and she sighed as No’nehogtath’s cock slid into her pussy, the thick shaft spreading the walls of her cunt wide. More and more of his massive prick slipped inside her until she was convinced the head of his prick was nudging into her very womb. Slowly he withdrew until just the crown of his cock remained inside, before moving forward and stuffing the rest of his prick into her twat.

“Uuuunmnnngghh -- fuck -- fucking hell,” Mia grunted, opening her eyes and looking at Kat. “Ohh -- oh, your father’s cock -- mmmmm -- feels so good in my pussy,” she said. “No wonder -- you couldn’t resist it.”

“Fuck you, you bitch!” Kat wanted to scream but all she could do was grunt and moan in anger, the fungus vine across her mouth gagging her words.

Mia glanced to her side as she felt something hit the ground beside her. Jennifer and Sarah had both stripped naked and, too impatient to wait for their Lord to share his blessing, had decided to help each other out. They kissed each other, hands roaming over each other’s huge tits, tweaking their nipples as they made out, hands sliding lower, across their taut, flat stomachs, finding each other’s pussies and slipping fingers inside.

“Aahhhhhh -- fuck,” Mia groaned as No’nehogtath pushed and pulled his cock in and out of her cunt, filling her to the brim with every thrust. Kurt Denholm had been possessed of a big dick beforehand but now, with the spirit of No’nehogtath controlling his body, her Lord had made it even larger.

“You are the Queen of my Brides,” he grunted as he fucked her harder and faster, her pussy becoming used to his size, his pre-cum aiding the resizing. “Of all my Brides, you shall be most blessed,” he said.

“Uuhhhnnnn -- fuck -- thank -- thank you, my Lord,” Mia managed to gasp, her huge tits swinging gently beneath her as his big fuck meat filled her time and again. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching the shaft of his cock, almost able to feel every bump and vein that ran along its length she was so full. “Oh god -- oh my god -- fuck me -- fuck me!” she babbled knowing full well that was exactly what was happening -- her god was fucking her.

Beside them, Sarah and Jennifer had changed position, Jennifer laying on top of her fellow Bride and facing away from her in a sixty-nine, the pair of them eating each other’s pussies.

Kat could do nothing but watch, hating herself for being turned on at the salacious exhibition in front of her, as Mia moaned and cried as she was fucked over and over.

“Oh fuck -- aahhhhhnnnn -- fucking -- cumming!” Mia yelled as No’nehogtath’s big dick brought her off, her orgasm crashing through her body as he continued fucking her.

“Receive my blessing,” he said, not even out of breath. His cock swelled inside her as he thrust it as deep as he could, the head spurting out a huge amount of thick, slimy cum. She shuddered as she felt it batter into her womb, literally filling her up within the first two spurts.

He pulled back, dragging his still spurting cock out of her tight cunt until it popped free, sending a torrent of green jizm running down her legs and out on to the floor.

Jennifer looked up and whimpered in disappointment. “My Lord -- I’d hoped -- I thought we -- “ she said falteringly.

No’nehogtath grinned as he stood up and moved over to her, his huge cock still hard, the head dripping thick, green jizz.

“There will be plenty for all my Brides,” he said, “just as I promised.” Again he looked over to Kat. “All of my Brides,” he said, before crouching down behind Jennifer, his big knob nudging aside Sarah’s tongue as he slipped it inside her pussy.

“Oh -- oh fuck -- oh my Lord -- yes!” Jennifer cried as she felt No’nehogtath’s big cock head slip past the entrance to her pussy and slide deeper inside. “Uuuuhhnnnnn -- fuck -- so fucking big!” she moaned.

His green jism aided the passage of his prick as it slid into her cunt, stretching her wider than she ever had been before. The bulbous knob plowed ever deeper as well, pushing further into her with every gentle thrust of his hips, the spongy knob seeming to bump into the entrance to her womb. She’d swear she felt it go even further, changing shape and slipping into the very deepest parts of her.

“Oh fuck -- ahahhhhhh -- nnnhggggnngn - -fuuuuuuck!” she groaned as No’nehogtath increased his tempo, fucking her faster, bringing his huge cock almost all the way out before pushing all the way back in.

Beneath her, Sarah lapped as well as she could at Jennifer’s clit, her tongue lashing across her pussy and No’nehogtath’s cock and huge ball sack. She’d have liked Jennifer to return to eating her twat but with the bird’s eye view she had of the fucking she was getting, she wasn’t too surprised her fellow Bride was too busy to eat her out.

Mia had stood and, on slightly shaky legs, walked over to Kat, her pussy still dripping green spunk down her legs.

“You know, it’s not too late for you to join us,” she said, reaching out and stroking Kat’s dyed blue hair, frowning as she flinched from the touch. “Accept our Lord and you would be privileged among his Brides, second only to me, a Princess to my Queen.” She pulled down the fibrous rope of fungus that acted as a gag.

“Fuck you!” Kat hissed. “We wanted to help you but you killed my father, you fucking bitch!”

“Oh well,” Mia said with a little regret. “Can’t say I didn’t try.”

She turned back to the threesome just as Jennifer yelled that she was cumming. As she approached, she saw No’nehogtath sink his shaft as deep as possible into her student’s pussy spurting out another torrent of thick green cum, as copious as the one she had received. He continued fucking her as she came before slowly drawing his huge shaft out. Beneath them, Sarah eagerly opened her mouth wide, drinking down the mass of sticky green fluid that ran from Jennifer’s gaping pussy and splashed over her face.

No’nehogtath stood and moved around them, kneeling down between Sarah’s outstretched legs, pushing Jennifer’s half-conscious head aside. Taking his still hard cock in his hand, he fed it between the sopping lips of Sarah’s cunt, easing the knob inside.

“Aaaggghhhhh -- ahhhhhh fuck, yeah! Yes -- fuck me, my Lord -- fuck me!” Sarah moaned as No’nehogtath began moving his big cock in and out of her cunt, letting her pussy adjust to its size before starting to go deeper. “Oh fuck -- fucking hell -- mmmmm -- so big,” she sighed.

No’nehogtath moved Jennifer to one side and grabbed Sarah’s huge tits, squeezing them as he fucked her pussy. Mia knelt beside her, kissing her, sliding her tongue deep into her mouth, running her hands over Sarah’s tits as their Lord held on to them.

“Oh my god -- fuck me -- fuck my pussy!” Sarah yelled, thrusting her hips up at him as he shoved his huge cock deeper and deeper into her twat. She grunted in surprise and pleasure as she felt the bulbous knob head bump up against the entrance to her womb, going deeper than any man she’d ever had. She squealed as she felt his prick lurch and seem to grow inside her, actually slipping inside her womb with every thrust.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Mia asked her with a big grin.

“Fucking hell yes!” Sarah managed, her eyes wide, her body shaking as her Lord brought her to the fastest and strongest orgasm she’d ever had.

“Take my blessing,” No’nehogtath grunted as his cock head swelled up, spitting out his third load of thick, emerald jizz into Sarah’s spasming pussy. Again and again his cock erupted inside her, filling her insides up with the same amount of cum he’d produced the first time he’d fucked Mia.

After a minute or two, he slowly pulled out of Sarah, his jism puddling beneath her firm buttocks as she sighed, relaxing after her cum.

No’nehogtath stood and walked around to Mia who still knelt beside Sarah, crouching behind her firm ass and slipping his still stiff cock into her spunk filled pussy.

“Oh -- oh, my Lord,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him. “Again?”

“Oh yes, my Queen,” he said with a smile. “Oh yes.”

† † † † †

Kat watched No’nehogtath, the Lord of the Fungus, use her father’s body to fuck his three Brides over and over again. First Mia, then Jennifer, then Sarah, then Mia again in an endless loop of sex, each time delivering the same massive amount of cum as he triggered a huge orgasm within them.

Soon he was humping them as they were almost unconscious, draping them over the bales of hay and fucking them from behind. Their legs and pussies were covered in the slimy green jizz that never seemed to dry out, the fungus god continually refilling them as they moaned in half-aware pleasure.

The only time he paused was as evening wore on -- he found some oil lamps and lit them, illuminating the barn so he could go back to fucking his Brides one after the other.

Kat could do nothing but watch -- the vines that held her remained tight, restricting her movements. She eventually fell into a half-sleep, worn out by the day’s events and the shock of seeing her father killed and possessed.

She woke some time later to the sound of her father quietly calling her name.

She looked up to find him, naked, covered in sweat, hay and dirt, his huge hard-on still sticking out in front of him, dribbling green cum, one of the oil lamps in his hand.

“No, no,” she moaned, struggling to get away. “You’re not fucking me, you bastard.”

“Kat, it’s me -- your father,” he said.

“What?” she asked. She looked up at him, realising the black orbs that No’nehogtath had for eyes had been replaced by her father’s own blue ones. “Daddy?”

“It’s me, baby,” he said quietly. “I think -- I think I’ve worn this bastard out.” He glanced back at the three Brides who lay almost comatose over the bales of hay. “Though it took some doing. I had to keep him from getting to you for as long as I could.”

“What -- what are we going to do?”

Kurt raised the knife that Mia had used to slit his throat and quickly cut her free from her bonds. She stood, rubbing her wrists and ankles, trying to bring some life back to her legs after being sat down for so long.

“Come on,” she said, “let’s get out of here.”

“I can’t, Kat,” her father said. “I’m sorry -- No’nehogtath’s going to come back soon and I -- I won’t be able to stop him.”

“But Daddy -- we can run, you’re okay,” Kat said, tears starting to run down her cheeks. “You’re okay.”

“I’m not, baby,” he said, reaching out and stroking her face, running his hand through her dyed blue hair. “I’m so sorry. But you can escape. I can -- I can deal with the Brides,” he said, holding up the knife. “And then I can -- deal with No’nehogtath.”

“No, Daddy, no, we can find a cure, we can change this, we can get you back for good,” Kat said through her tears.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said. “I’m sorry but we can’t.”

“My Lord?” Mia said sleepily, sitting up on the bale of hay. “Is everything all right?”

Kurt shuddered and his eyes turned black again for an instant before changing back to Kurt’s.

“He’s coming back, Kat,” he hissed. “You need to run!”

“My Lord?” Mia asked again, this time more alert.

Kat thought for a split second before grabbing the oil lamp her father carried and flinging it high into the air. It crashed down just a few feet from where Mia and the other Brides were, flames splashing out across the hay, the barn bursting into flames.

“Run, Kat!” her father shouted, pushing her towards the door before he strode over to the Brides, heading towards the flames.

“Daddy!” Kat screamed, shielding her eyes against the fire that was spreading faster across the whole of the barn. She heard Mia cursing her over the crackle and roar of the inferno, the other Brides screaming at her or in fear, she wasn’t sure. Just before she turned and ran for the door, she saw her father launching himself towards the Brides, knife held high.

It was the last time she saw him.

† † † † †

A month later, Kat sat in a motel room, flicking through her iPad, reading the news, checking her feeds, keeping an eye on her alerts.

So far, despite using every search combination she could think of, she’d found no recent mentions of No’nehogtath, students going missing, women’s bodies changing overnight or anything that would raise her suspicions.

Neither had she found mention of Dr Mia McAllister.

When the police had combed through the remains of the barn, they’d found the almost cremated body of her father, identifying him from dental records, along with the remains of Jennifer and Sarah.

There had been no mention of Mia.

She’d escaped, Kat knew that -- her father had managed to kill or at least constrain the other two Brides, but Mia, the Queen of the Lord of the Fungus, had somehow got out of that burning barn.

Kat would find her. She’d made a vow at her father’s funeral to track her former teacher down but she had no desire to cure her any longer. Now she wanted her dead.

Her iPad pinged as an email arrived for her and with a couple of taps, she opened it.

“Miss Denholm, I heard about your father. Please accept my condolences.

Before he died, he asked me to look into the history and myths of No’nehogtath, telling me to inform him of what I found as soon as possible. He seemed quite insistent about it, which is why I’m writing to you now.

Perhaps we could meet and I can pass on what I’ve found to you?

Yours,

Professor R. Pickman”

Kat thought for a moment and then hit the reply button.

† † † † †

Elsewhere, in a small diner just outside Springdale, the large, sweat covered cook cried out as his wife slapped him across the face.

“What the fuck, Jenny?” he said, though there was no real anger to his words. Despite his size, he knew he couldn’t match his much smaller wife.

“I see you looking at that big titted bimbo,” she said, pointing over to one of the corner booths. “You been doing nothing else since she walked in here.”

“Shit, you know that ain’t true,” he said, lying through his teeth. He had been staring at the woman in the end booth, amazed that someone who looked like she did -- gorgeous face, big hair, huge, balloon sized tits -- would have found her way to the shitty little diner he ran with his wife. The woman had to be a porn star, just had to be, but he was sure he knew pretty much every face and name of the big fake titted girls that appeared on the internet.

“Like hell it ain’t,” his wife said, sneering at him in contempt. “God knows you can’t keep your eyes off a big rack like hers. Hell, if it hadn’t been for you getting me pregnant in high school, you’d never have settled for my little bee stings.”

“Come on, Jenny, not that shit again,” he whined, all the while knowing she was right on both counts. Even their 18 year old daughter had bigger tits than his wife, though not by much. He loved Leanne’s friends coming round, particularly sexy little Ashley -- 18 and with a rack that could put most topless models to shame.

“You disgust me, Jefferson,” Jenny sneered. “All you see is a big pair of tits. You’re so fucking juvenile.” And with that, she stalked off to the other end of the diner, talking loudly with a couple of regulars about what a pig her husband was, not caring that he or anyone else heard.

“I ain’t juvenile,” he muttered to himself, snatching a glance at the woman with the huge tits in the corner booth. He’d been tied to Jenny since high school -- aside from her, he’d had one or two fumbled hand jobs with the barmaid at the strip club in Springdale he used to go to before it closed down and that was it. He dreamed, literally dreamed of getting his hands on tits the size of the woman in the booth, but knew it was never going to happen.

Jenny stalked past him, not bothering to hide her disgust, as she went to wait on some new customers that had just walked in. He glanced over at the woman again, stopping cold when he saw she was looking at him and smiling.

Slowly she raised her hand and beckoned him over.

He waited for a second or two, glancing back at Jenny, then sidled out from behind the counter and walked over to the woman.

“I heard what your wife said,” she said quietly. “You like big boobs, huh?”

He blushed -- him, a grown man with a business and a daughter, blushing like a schoolgirl.

“That’s okay, so do I,” the woman said. “You know, I could fix it for your wife to get a pair like mine.”

“Really?” he asked, eyes wide. “Wait, really? I mean -- how much would that cost. And she’d never go for it, anyway.”

“Wouldn’t cost you anything,” she said. “Except maybe a little board and lodge till I can get myself back on my feet.”

“You wanna live here?” he asked.

“Maybe not in the diner, but yeah, I need somewhere to stay for a while.”

“Well sure, miss, I mean -- I’d like that, but Jenny, she’d near have a fit.”

“Let me talk to her,” the woman said. “Call her over.”

The cook frowned for a second, then hollered to his wife who came storming over, pissed at him talking with the big titted bimbo.

“What in the hell are you up to now?” she shouted at him.

“Please,” the woman said quietly. “Sit for a second,”

“Excuse me?” Jenny said, turning to her. “Just who the hell do you think you are, missy?”

“Please, sit,” she repeated, smiling up at her.

Jenny wavered for a moment or two, then sat at the table opposite the woman who reached out and took one of her hands.

“Now, calm yourself,” she said in a much deeper voice. “In a few moments, you will close this place, clearing everyone out except me and your husband. And then we shall discuss the new arrangements.”

The cook stared at the two women -- the one with the tits was staring intently at his wife who simply sat meekly, nodding along with what she said.

“Once you have everyone out, close the establishment and then you and your husband will take me to your home where I will be a guest until the delivery. Do you understand?”

Jenny nodded as the woman let go of her hand. She stood and, a moment later, started apologising to the customers and herding them out of the door.

“What did you do?” the cook asked.

“You’ll find out,” the woman said, turning to get out of the booth. “Now, you need to come with me. My baby’s hungry and you’re going to provide some nourishment for him.”

“Baby?” the cook said, noticing for the first time the woman’s swollen belly as she stood up.

“That’s right,” Mia said, looking the large cook up and down. “And you’re going to be just what he needs.”

THE END