You give one mor frustrated sigh, you had hoped this thing could help you get some babies in you, but nothing has changed so far. However, you don't stop, you are determined to get this right You take out your phone and flashlight out, and determined, you put more zeros on the bright nest and blast yourself. You pull up your phone camera and pout that nothing has changed, your still the living incarnation of sex.
Your hair would reach long past your feat and drag on the ground if it wasn't floating and flowing in the air, made of an aray of colors of black teal pinks and blues to look like a flowing window into the cosmos. Your face is beyond beutify, define Homan anatomy to look like an artists unrealistic representation of pure beauty. Your half lid yes swirl in the same cosmic look as your hair, as your vision through them surpasses human capacity. Your lips, while thinned through you constant pout, are thick enough to be your most defining facal feature, looked in the same cosmic void. Your in humanly voice sounds like then audible form of sex as you moan, thinking of the hundreds of dicks you could be simultaneously sucking off. You licking your lips, their sensitivity so great that they increase the intensity of your already perpetual orgazim. Your pointed ears where longer, now naturally like this, though you could change them whenever you wanted.
Your stand 12 foot tall, your body an a front to biology and physics in its curves and structure to look as in humanly beautiful. Your hips are large enough to count as shelving, but blended perfectly with your tiny waist that wasn't human, but never offputting. While you left it in its natural state, ylall of your body was as you willed it, even your skin which do seemed like a dense packed chocolate plasma, still looking solid enough to hold but looking like it could take any form. Awash on this chocolate plasma where what looked like flowing pockets of the same cosmos that acted like tatoos all over you, each proclaiming that you where the source of sluttiness itself. From your dainty shoulders was another set of arms, something else you picked up that dnd night as it seemed useful, the nerd turned futa version of his character. You didn't really have a prefrence for futas, but you nlknew they did as you knew anyone's prefrences, and let them be the futas they wanted to be, impregnation uou, each other, and the broodmare that was once the mother.
Your breasts where the size of cars, and in a constant state of jiggle. Where as before your breasts were free to jiggle, unbound by gravity, this time the moved as if my their own gravity, their only tether being your chest. Your nipples were simply giant open orifices that perpetually had a flow of milk from them. The milk itself looked like a white golden substabce, like a divine elixir that floated like liquid clouds around you by your will. It could change people if drank, and those who changed where changed into what you willed. Your ass was big enough to crush cars, but blended perfectly with your thick thighs to look natural, if inhuman, with the still ever present thigh gap. Your pussy was massive, looking like it could swallow people, a flowing river of the same substance as your milk constantly poring from your eternal orgazim. It never closed, nither did the door to the cradle of creation that was your uterus, good thing to, as you felt something familiar. There was no pain, only joy as a baby was born from you, a boy, as he floated into your hair and vanished, to be nurtured and grow. As fertility itself, you need no man, you simple gave birth, every hour, each child would be sent to an eternally expanding universe within you that overflowed with your sustaining milk. Their your will could nurture and care for your children as they grew in age and power, some proclaiming themselves gods of other world's while some other simple content to fuck each other, or you if you wished. You still lilo ed being filled by cock though, in fact and load in your womb would result on at least 50 babies being born on the spot, birth being your true orgazim during sex. Because of your quick and constant births, your belly was naturally flat, but you could will it to expand should you desire the look of the broodmother you were.
You again look at your cloths and are dismayed, nothings changed in your eyes. You wore a draping silk bikini of Greek styling that ringed your areola, never covering your constant flow of milk. Below was a tiny little triangle of a silk loincloth that did nothing to hid either entrence, as your clothes where decrotive and not funcional, both top and bottom silk made from your hair by your will and looked like tiny patches into that cosmos. On your feat where sandel platform heels made of your hair and reach a whopping 2 ft, making your total hight 14 ft, your toenails the same cosmic void, along with your finger nails. Your piercings where no longer gold, but made into solid shapes of your milk by your will, the once teal hearts cosmic. The only real difference is their number, many more chains as your where wrapped in a connected Web of them that did nothing to hide your very exposed skin. They where loose enough to not constrict your movment, growing and shortening based on movment, such as your breasts.
You give a reverberating, etherially orgazim sigh, you had hoped this stupid thing would at least be entertaining, but alas, it seemed usless. You decided save again for safty, and to put it away, reaching down and putting both your phone and your flashlight in your pussy, where you kept everthing. It wouldn't obstruct all the cock going in, neither your birthings as you could give birth easily while any number of cock still where in there. Anything you put in there would be safe, and after all, things belong in there. After all you had no name, you where simply sex, your where lust, your where pregnancy and birth, and you loved being you.
You sauntered out, your every motion looking like it was part of the most erotic of erotic dances, to do what you do best, hint for cock.