Your new mind was abuzz with new sensations. While on your knees, your eyes were fixed on Jeff’s massive member which dangled in front of your face, sending you into a hypnotic state. A part of you knew what would happen to you if came into contact with Jeff’s fluids and a part of you didn’t care. After all you can always just change yourselves back later. Before you knew it you were greedily sucking on Jeff’s long, thick orcish rod. You mind overwhelmed with pleasure began to fill with a haze. Your eyes glasses over as Jeff’s contagious condition passed itself on to you. The last thing you noticed was the change to your stats.
STATS
Strength: 8
Dexterity: 16
Constitution: 18
Intelligence: 4
Wisdom: 5
Charisma: 20
Name: Delana (now Dura)
Race: Half-orc
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Orientation: Straight
Sexual Drive: Extremely High
Hair: Black
Hair Length: Shoulder Length
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 135lbs
Cup-size: EE
Aware:X
The changes came quick. You grew larger and your skin turned green just like Jeff’s but were still over a foot shorter than Jeff. Your teeth grew larger and small tusks poked out form you now black fat lips. Your nails turned black as they grew longer. You gained more of an athletic build yet you remained sleek. Your breasts rapidly expanded, causing the brass buckles of your leather armor to burst off one by one to accommodate your new assets. Your hips and ass were also rapidly expanding, bursting apart your leather skirt, as your thighs grew thiccc.
Your elven knowledge was slipping away as your body shifted more and more that of an orc. Limited knowledge of orcish customs and culture filled the limited space in your brain, chief among them was breeding and raising young. Lastly your ability to speak was reduced to broken English and primal grunts.
Just as your final changes were finishing up Jeff sprung you around and filled your womb with his seed. Unknowingly triggering his contagious ability again. You would soon be pregnant with eight orc babies. What remained of your clothing morphed into attire that of a tribal orcish woman. Your massive breasts were barely covered by a buckskin tube top. The shredded remains of your skirt turned into a small fur loincloth leaving a majority of your large plump rear exposed. Your heeled black leather boots dissolved away leaving you barefoot. A necklace made of teeth materialized on you as did two bone bracelets and a bone anklet.
After you finished matting with Jeff, who you now consider you husband and protector, you and Jeff collapse on your once bedroom floor. Covered in sweat and other bodily fluids all thoughts seemed to fade away as the two of you drifted off to into a deep sleep.