So it was Queen Repugna who was released from her prison. The moment her urn clattered to the ground, a swirl of thick, noxious, purple smoke burst forth, crackling with green lightning and forming a grotesque human-like shape. When the smoke cleared, in its place stood the terrifying figure of the freed demon queen, in all her repugnant glory.
She was a seven foot high behemoth of a woman, with a titanic gut that was nearly as wide as she was tall, and hips that were even wider. Her crotch was encased in a thick jungle of pubic hair from which a gigantic unwashed python of a dick extended, dragging on the ground before her basketball sized nuts. Her pubes extended from her crotch, tapering at her cavernous navel that appeared to be coated with dried semen and fungus. A thick brown cloud billowed from betwixt her enormous cellulite speckled butt cheeks, her crack crusted with leftover dried feces. Beneath her fat arms were tangled, sopping wet mats of armpit hair, which themselves stunk with sweaty steam. From her head extended gigantic ram’s horns, coated with gold and encrusted with jewels as her crown. She grinned a crooked and yellowed grin, and bellowed out her earth rattling laughter.
“So fate has it that We are released from Our centuries of incubation?” Queen Repugna chortled, “What absolute fun! We can hardly wait to twist this world into our beautifully disgusting image! And where to begin?” She noticed the janitor, who had been watching the queen take form. He was pale as a sheet, trembling in his jumpsuit. “You there, custodian are you? Your job is an affront to Our desires, but One is not ungrateful for your releasing Us. You will be richly rewarded indeed!”
“Wh-wh-what’s gonna happen to me?” the janitor stammered.
“As you are a man,” Repugna said, “you will become Our slave, the only clothing to your name will be a dog collar and leash. Your duties will include licking Us clean, being Our cum dumpster, and feeding Us what we tell you to. We’re you a woman, you would have become like Us, a powerful, obese futanari and become one of the ruling class. That’s only part of Our design. There will no longer be need for toilets or cleaners, simply relieve yourself whenever you need to. All urine is now cum instead, and it will be as thick and gluey as peanut butter but as moist and slimy as semen. The only bathing we will need is the tongues of our slaves, who had better not complain lest they receive their disgusting torture. This is Our design. Do you wish to resist it, man?”