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Ever since Basil discovered the unusual mod his friends had insisted he install, he had been having a much more interesting time playing his game. The snake had found fairly quickly that his weight and his mana reserves were connected. The skinnier he got, the less mana he had to cast. The fatter he was, the more he had at his disposal. And it also meant he was more effective in a fight when using melee combat. After all, the heavier a person was, the harder they could hit with a charging assault. And Basil had become rather fond of using that belly of his to body slam mobs.

Of course, all that extra weight was difficult to get around with some of the time, especially when he had a gut full of squirming monsters or raiders. It was required to keep them alive sometimes, to turn them in for a bounty. Of course, the act of 'turning them in' didn't actually require him to let them out. It was more just a means of proof that they had been bested. Then they could be turned in, specifically to fat.

The rather chubby, dark-scaled snake waddled his way down the path, appearing to dance to a tune no one else could hear. He had installed another mod that let him play music from his library through his headset. And to that end, he had come across a track that was especially powerful in inspiring one to dance. And that was what had happened. Basil had been claimed by the all consuming need to dance. Of course, he had to be careful not to get too carried away. He might burn off too much of his mana-rich chub. And then what would happen when next he entered combat?

As he danced down the road, the snake was given reason to pause. He switched off his music to find he could hear a cry for help and the angry sound of someone no doubt attacking whoever was shouting for assistance. Always one to play the hero--especially when he could get a meal out of dispatching the bad guy--Basil leapt into action. Or rather, he hurriedly waddled into action. He was pretty quick for being so rotund. He had made sure to make good use of the levels he had gained since that first drawn-out encounter. It had been a wise notion to put a great deal of his leveling points into strength and agility, two things that helped his mobility greatly. Now, he could jog at a menacing pace after many NPC villains. Catching them was another matter, but then that's why he could cast 'slow' and 'ensnare'.

A good use of 'mage hand' or a means of controlling some inanimate object that might capture a target were also valid tactics. Today though, he simply ran as fast as his legs could carry him. And his effort paid off. The corpulent snake burst through the brush to find a sizable rat-like bandit pinning a scantily clad feline against a boulder. Her weaponry, a spear and knife, had been knocked aside. It had been done at a cost. The bandit showed marked injuries for his troubles; a deep laceration across one of his arms and a nasty looking cut across one of his cheeks. She had put up a valiant effort, but the bandit had likely taken her by surprise. These were two NPC's from what Basil could tell, meaning this might well be a scripted event.

It got him to wondering what sort of reward he might get if he helped! So, he lifted his staff and fired a blast at the rat-bandit's back. It screamed angrily as it was thrown off the feline, then turned to face the new attacker. Before it could properly get its bearings, a heavy, thick, somewhat soft gut slammed into him hard, throwing him against a nearby tree. The force was so hard he slumped to the ground, dazed. Rather casually, Basil sauntered over to the bandit and reached down, picking him up by the scruff of his neck. He waved his staff, making use of a spell meant to disarm the creature, and watched as all his little knives and cudgels were sent scattering.

"There we go. Can't have you trying to carve your way out, now can we?" the snake asked, not expecting an answer.

Basil then opened his jaws wide, triggering a shocked and fearful reaction from the bandit. It didn't help him. Darkness filled the rat's vision as he was engulfed in that enormous maw. Basil slurped and swallowed as his prey wriggled and fought as hard as he could, but not hard enough. A few firm gulps further and the snake slurped up the last of the bandit's tail as though it were a noodle. His gut surged outward to contain the hateful creature. A running tally of the bandit's damage began to appear in Basil's HUD, showing him how quickly he was digesting the highwayman. Just as the mob reached zero in his health meter, the snake opened his mouth again and let out a noisy belch. He hadn't been a terribly satisfying meal, but at least he had managed to replenish Basil's magic. He liked keeping it topped off.

"Thank you, traveler!" called out the feline who had been attacked by the now dead mob.

"No trouble at all. Glad I could help." Basil replied with a smile, giving his tummy a rub.

"Your bravery and skill in dispatching that cruel beast will not be forgotten. Please, join me in returning to my tribe so that we may reward you with a blessing." the cat said.

She was spotted, with pointed tufts of fur at the ends of her ears, making them look taller than they were. She also had a short tail, only about as long as the breadth of one's paw, from pinky to thumb when outstretched. She was a bobcat, tall for an NPC, Basil thought, and her limited attire left little to the imagination. It was difficult to not find her attractive. She had mentioned a blessing, that might mean a buff of some kind, or perhaps a piece of equipment he might find useful.

"I would be honored to receive a blessing from your tribe. Please, lead on." Basil said, eager to discover what reward came from this little side quest.

The bobcat dipped her head in the affirmative, then turned to pick up her spear and knife. From there, she marched deeper into the woods. They walked for at least fifteen minutes before they came to a clearing occupied by what looked like a nomadic camp. There were tents and wooden structures that appeared easily erected and broken down. There were other felines, all of varying species, all similarly dressed to the bobcat Basil had saved. And they were all quite alluring.

Suddenly, the snake found himself thinking some very impure things. And he felt a subtle bulging below under his robes. His 'interest' which he could certainly sense in the real world was translating into the game. It had to be this mod that allowed him to devour his enemies. It had so much more to it than he had explored. Was it meant to be of an adult nature? Had he just stumbled into that little feature?

"Traveler," called out a tall, elegant looking tigress in a sizeable headdress that labeled her as the head of the tribe, "Our sister tells me you are responsible for saving her from an attacker. Is this true?"

Basil stepped forward, not having noticed his guide had approached and explained the story briefly to their chief. Or was she a priestess? It was difficult to tell. Perhaps they would actually specify.

"Yes, I did. I heard her cry for help and answered it. The bandit had taken her by surprise, so I offered the same in kind. He was scarcely a match for me." the dark snake answered.

Upon hearing his brief tale, many of the cats began to press in close, running their paws over his chunky frame. They seemed quite interested in how large he was, fawning over his belly and chest. It felt almost as if there was a degree of worship to their attention and affection. Ordinarily, Basil might have felt awkward and uncomfortable with such contact. But these were all NPC's, just computer controlled sprites that were following their programming. That helped him ease into it a bit.

"You have our thanks. Our numbers grow so thin, each of us is precious. To lose even one is devastating. As you can see, there are only twelve of us left. You have prevented us from becoming eleven. We are duty-bound to offer you our blessing. To refuse us would bring great shame upon us." the tigress said.

All of the ladies had pressed in quite close by now, still massaging the snake's pliant form. Their paws felt quite lovely against his scales, kneading away at regions he didn't realize were as sore as they were. Had that been part of the mod as well? Or was it part of the quest? Was it meant to make him feel more at ease? After a moment, the snake didn't really care, he just wanted to continue to feel so good.

"I accept your blessing with grace and humility." Basil said.

"Daughter," the tigress said to the bobcat, "Come, we must prepare ourselves. Sisters, please prepare our guest to receive our blessing. We will return shortly."

The two felines, clearly of different species but also just as clearly mother and daughter, turned to disappear into one of the tents. The rest of the cats began slowly working the snake out of his robes. It left him wondering just what this blessing of theirs was. But he had a difficult time caring. One of the felines had fetched a clay pot containing some sort of fragrant oil. Every paw began massaging the curiously soothing substance into his skin. It tingled softly, creating a sort of warming sensation across his hide. He sighed and relaxed into their efforts, even sitting himself down once his legs no longer felt like holding him up. It only took a few minutes for the whole of his chubby, nude form to glisten with the lovely oil.

The mod had certainly provided a greater degree of tactile feedback, making the whole experience truly pleasing. Basil didn't even care anymore that he was fully aroused, or that a few of the ladies had taken to tending to his now gently throbbing mast. He actually welcomed it, even as he felt a pair of lips brush past the engorged spire and a tongue run up the length. That sent a shiver up his spine, making him wish to feel it again. He didn't have to say a word on the matter. The tender affection to his groin continued, remaining quite tame as he waited for his blessing. Or perhaps this was it.

That thought was quickly dashed as the tigress and bobcat from just before emerged from their tent. Both were completely naked and glistened the same way the snake did. He could smell a similar fragrant oil matting down their fur. They were both deeply attractive, possessing curves Basil could not help but appreciate. He blushed as they approached, not having expected nudity or sexuality to play a part in any of this, and yet he couldn't find the will to complain.

"Traveler, what name might I call you to bless you?" the tigress asked.

"B-Basil... Basil Sanguine. It's... a pleasure to meet you." he stammered quietly.

"Basil Sanguine. A strong name. I am Neela. This is my daughter Truva. We are to be your blessing. We ask only that you take us and add us to your strength that you might see our tribe to our destination." the tigress said.

"Neela's a pretty name," Basil replied, then paused, "Take you? See your tribe to your destination? I don't understand."

The bobcat stepped forward, running her paws up along the snake's form as the other ladies moved to give their priestess and her daughter the room necessary to proceed with the blessing.

"It is our custom for any who saves the life of one of our people to be given the life of the one he has saved, as well as the life of her mother, so that they may gain strength and holy favor from us. Just as you dispatched the bandit that would have slain me, we are yours to add to yourself." Truva explained.

"Wait, what!?" Basil shouted, "You want me to eat you!? Both of you!? I thought you said to lose even one was devastating! How can I eat one, let alone two of you!?"

Neela stepped in close to join her daughter, pressing her slender, muscular form against the snake, lifting a paw to his cheek. She turned his gaze towards her before she spoke, a deep earnestness in her voice.

"It is our way. Do not fear for us. We will not perish. We will live on as part of you. And with our guidance, you can lead our tribe to the promised homeland. There can be found powers at work there to restore our lost sisters to life, myself and my daughter included. Please, take us upon your great strength and see us to the land we have sought for ages. Take my strength and that of my daughter to give you the divine illumination to discover it." the priestess said, almost begging.

For a few moments, Basil was torn. He wasn't sure he was fond of the idea. Whoever wrote the back-story for these cats had created something that struck a chord with him. He actually felt bad at the prospect of devouring the two ladies in front of him when they had said there were so few of them remaining. But then, that was just it. Someone had written them into the game. They weren't real. He couldn't possibly have real feelings for a fictitious tribe in a virtual reality game. And after all, they did look and smell delicious.

A flash of an instant saw the snake feel guilty for thinking that, but then he reminded himself--they weren't real. The quest would eventually come to an end and the server would reset, making them respawn. In fact, it might not even wait for him to complete the quest. He might just wander out of range and they would return to their prime state. What harm could it do if he followed through with the program? The snake licked his lips and nodded, finally agreeing to their terms. He could handle a simple escort mission, especially when it was a collection of such lovely ladies.

"Very well, I accept your blessing. Though I'm still a little fuzzy on the whole lead your people to the promised land thing. Will someone be able to tell me more after I'm... blessed?" he asked, almost using the word 'fed' instead of the less obvious term.

"You will understand once the blessing is upon you. Please, take my daughter first. She is yours to keep, her life belongs to you." Neela said.

Basil nodded and looked to the bobcat, licking his lips again.

"Alright, let's get me blessed." he said, leaning down as he opened his jaws wide.

Again, for a brief moment, he felt a pang of guilt, but he pushed it away. He slipped his lips around the very pretty feline who simply leaned up into his maw. Before her head vanished into his jaws, she even offered his nose a brief, tender little peck of a kiss. It made him blush, but he didn't stop. He closed his mouth around the girl, who clearly had come of age some time ago, and held there, running his tongue over her face and shoulders. She giggled softly, tickled by the act. She tasted marvelous. Whatever was in that oil had acted like seasoning, enhancing her natural flavor, even adding a few additional flavors to compliment her. There was a fruity mixture he couldn't put his finger on but it didn't overwhelm the bobcat's own scrumptious taste.

A gulp finally came, seeing Truva's chest come to rest against the snake's tongue. Initially, he was flustered by it and tried to refrain from sampling her, but her sudden eagerness refused to permit his chivalrous nature from winning. The cat pressed her chest in against his tongue, seeking the same inquisitive sampling of her flesh. A moan came from deep in the serpent's throat as he was made to run his tongue across her supple, tender breasts. He could feel her nipples firm up under the touch, or perhaps simply at the prospect of being devoured. The very idea that she might be deriving some sexual thrill from being eaten tickled something in the back of his mind, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

All hesitation vanished and he lavished the lady's figure greedily. He felt across every inch he could reach with his tongue, reveling in her squirms and delighted gasps and cries. Another swallow pulled her further into him, granting him a chance to feel across her torso. He tickled at her navel for a brief moment while he felt Neela resume caressing his chubby figure. She was intent on pleasing him even as he devoured her daughter. Such a strange tribe. He might have to visit them again, see about getting 'blessed' a second time. Maybe he could arrange to devour more than just the priestess and her daughter.

The next swallow came rather quickly, bringing Truva's hips into the snake's jaws. He rumbled deep in his throat as he delved between her thighs. The reaction he received pleased him greatly. The bobcat yowled in glee, her voice coming from deep in his chest. Her legs spread wide open around his tongue and she began to grind down against him. He ravaged her as kindly as he dared, aching to bring pleasure to this fictional character to satisfy his own need to satisfy another, to prove to himself that he wasn't a greedy monster.

As Truva squirmed and made her intimate approval easily heard by the rest of the tribe, Neela pressed in firmly, squeezing the snake, even lowering herself so that his great, throbbing length dragged against her own slick figure. A mighty tremor passed through the snake, making him tense up strongly. That suggestive act below triggered those impure thoughts again. He dug his tongue deeper between the bobcat's petals, making her shriek and squeal just as she was struck by climax. A splash of sweet nectar filled the snake's mouth and he swallowed instinctively. Her supple, muscular thighs slipped easily into his mouth and the weight of the girl already inside him, so slippery from her oiling, saw her glide deeper without any additional help. Before Basil could take another swallow on his own, her paws slipped into his lips, then right down his throat.

The snake's belly surged outward as the bobcat landed in his stomach, turning about and squirming as she moaned, seeking even greater release. Neela pressed in strongly against that swell that housed her daughter. She kissed it and nuzzled in towards the hidden feline.

"You did an excellent job pleasing our savior, sweet daughter. I'll join you in a moment." the tigress said.

She then stood herself up, peering up at the serpent, her arms wrapped around the gut that now contained her daughter. It didn't seem to faze her in the slightest. If anything, she seemed overjoyed at the prospect. It was strange to the snake, but he just rolled with it, thinking the author of this quest wanted the player to feel good about gobbling up a pair of very attractive cats.

"That's... one down. I've got room for another." Basil said just before releasing a generous belch.

"Before I join my daughter, it is only fitting that the tribe's priestess offer herself to you to satisfy -all- your hungers." Neela said.

"Excuse me?" Basil asked, not quite believing what had just been said.

He didn't get a chance to speak further, nor did he get an answer to his question, before the tigress acted. She began pushing him to lean back, the other ladies helping to guide the chubby snake. A collection of cushions had been provided so that he might find comfort rather than the hard ground. As soon as he was in a very compromising position, the tigress was on top of him. He could have easily removed her, but he found his will drained out of him once more. She purred and ground herself against him, laying down on top of his still squirming stomach.

It was almost as if seeing his belly writhe like that was arousing her. Maybe even knowing it was her daughter was pushing her into this display of intimacy.

"It is so gratifying to see my Truva moving under your skin. To know that she is to be part of you, and that I am to join her. It is almost more than I can bare. Please, accept this gift, my body, to please you." Neela said, almost moaning the words as she slipped down the snake's form.

She spread her legs as she glided down against him, finding the dark spire below. She coiled her tail around it, not able to use the limb as well as some creatures might, but she could help guide the two of them together. Basil hiccupped as his stomach wiggled above him, the pressure from the tigress on top of it feeling more exhilarating than he anticipated. Soon, he felt a very curious, very enticing warm begin to spread over his length. He moaned as the feline began to sink down onto him, stretched by his generous size. He had not been equipped with anything terribly grandiose, but all his meals and gaining of weight had helped improve his 'standing' as it were.

The priestess gasped quietly as she was parted. She didn't hesitate to push herself down onto the serpent's member further, quickly hilting him in her. Their slick forms made traction a difficult matter to work, but the other members of the tribe were quick to offer their help. They let their tiger leader lean back into their embrace, feeling over her shapely curves and swells, lift her off the snake, then help her to press back down atop him. She flexed her legs to try and stay clung to him, not wanting to feel too much of him escape her grasp. The dark serpent writhed as he lay there on his back, feeling as though the whole tribe was making love to him, not just the mother of the cat he had just eaten.

It was a curious ritual, and this aspect of it had come as a surprise to Basil. It wasn't unwelcome, but he had been terribly unprepared for such an encounter. He moaned as he groped at his active tummy, struggling to keep himself under control. He wanted to perform well after all. Alas, with so much expertise from so many working together, he was made short work of. Basil squeezed his eyes shut and cried out, his length spasming once it was plunged deep into the tiger's warm petals once again. She felt his end approaching and squeezed herself as tightly against him as she could manage, aching to feel his release explode deep inside her. She got her wish.

The tigress yowled happily as her belly was filled. Gush after gush of thick, hot essence poured into he, swelling her stomach visibly until she quivered and was claimed by her own climax. A splash of nectar coated Basil's length and thighs as he twitched, slowly easing down from the high of orgasm. When at last both had finished, the tigress was gently removed from his loins and brought to his chest where she lay, one paw roaming over her stomach, then over his.

"You are a generous lover. Were I not intended to provide you with my blessing, I might rejoice in the possibility of being given another daughter, or perhaps a litter with how well you have tended to me. Now, Basil Sanguine, savior of my sisters, please, accept my physical form. Add it to yours along with my daughter. May you carry our blessing with you always." Neela said.

The snake huffed as he tried to come to grips with what he had just experienced. Never had he thought himself able to produce quite like he just had. Surely that was part of the mod. This all had to be. It was the only way this all made sense. Whoever made the mod had added quests designed specifically to take advantage of the 'abilities' it added. As he thought about it, the tigress reached up and began trying to coax his lips apart. He didn't fight it. She slipped her paws into his mouth and he suckled gently on them. She tasted just as good as her daughter. Her head followed shortly after and he swallowed, taking his time in reaching her chest now that he knew what to expect.

A series of coos and purrs emanated from his throat as he lapped away at her supple breasts. They were even more impressive than Truva's, and he wanted to spend as much time as he could appreciating them. The tribe seemed eager to help him in that regard, holding their priestess in place so he could drag his tongue across her. The tiger's nipples firmed just as her daughter's had, even offering a subtle hint of something creamy seeping from them. It amazed the snake that such a detail had been added. She was giving milk, directly into his mouth. There was no way he could let that go to waste, so he continued to drink. And she invited him to do so.

After several enjoyable moments and a number of enticing squirms, Basil was overcome with the urge to swallow, so he did as his body directed. The tigress glided into his throat just as easily as the bobcat had. Her swollen abdomen pressed against his tongue and he lavished the bulge tenderly. He had given that to her. Of course he was going to appreciate it. Just as he intended to appreciate the feline's loins. Just like he had her daughter. Another little gulp pushed that deliciously rounded tummy into his gullet and her nethers pressed against his tongue.

More cries of euphoria sounded in his chest as he sampled her petals. He rather enjoyed knowing how much welcome stimulation he was giving these two ladies. It encouraged him to delve deeper, just as he had done accidentally with Truva. He pressed deep enough to draw a scream and a climax from the tigress, and he gulped hard, letting her oil-slicked form slither the rest of the way down his throat once he had 'finished her off'. His belly surged outward once more, standing proudly above him as it wiggled and wobbled.

Paws pushed out from within, visible through his scales as the rest of the tribe pressed in close and massaged his bloated gut. He had eaten far more than these two delectable ladies before, and yet somehow, this had been one of the most satisfying meals he had experienced in the game so far. Perhaps it was how willing they were. Perhaps it was the sensual aspect. It was impossible to say, but he was eager to explore it further. His palms pressed again against his fat belly, relishing all the motion coming from within. As he lay there, waiting to see what would happen next, he found he could make out a certain pattern to the movement, and the moans that were coming from under his scales were much like those pleased sounds they made going down his throat. Were they pleasuring one another? Mother and daughter?

A new moan rose up out of the snake. Somehow, he couldn't help but find the idea of that intensely enjoyable. They were that close with one another, and they were deep in the throes of enjoying their 'stay' inside him. A loud gurgle sounded from his gut and the snake whimpered. His time spent enjoying his meals was rapidly coming to an end. Slowly, amidst a series of creaks and groans, his stomach shrank. It didn't flatten out anywhere near where he had been when he first started this game, but it was certainly no longer large enough to house a pair of very amorous felines. The tribe all seemed to be praising the greedy guy for doing its job, nuzzling and kissing the dome.

"God that felt good. I... I gotta come back here and do that again. Okay... so... I've been blessed, what happens now?" Basil asked.

As if on queue, a prompt appeared in his heads-up display. It wasn't anything about new abilities or options or the blessing taking effect. It was an error message.

--Error: Installed module has encountered an exception. Quest incompatible with current parameters. Module is attempting to resolve. To cancel out of quest, select decline. Do you wish to proceed?--

Basil just blinked, wondering what on earth it could possibly mean about an incompatibility. Did it have to do with his VR rig? Or was it because he was a mage? With a shrug, he figured it would be best if the module resolved the conflict on its own, so he selected proceed. The prompt vanished and a new sensation claimed him. The snake shivered and gasped as he felt his body begin to change. A swelling formed in his chest. His pectorals had been fairly muscular thanks to his heavy investment into strength stats, but that firm texture was vanishing, replaced with a softer, heavier, more tender shape. What had once been a pair of strong muscles quickly swelled out into a pair of rather impressive, rather sensitive breasts. The snake gasped as he watched them grow, running his paws over them. The sensation of fondling his new bust sent a powerful shiver up his spine.

A tingle developed between his legs, growing stronger and pressing deeper into his form, spreading out through his tummy as he moaned. As this happened, his voice changed as well, shifting to a higher register. His tail lashed about along the ground as his entire figure shifted, transforming into a more feminine frame. He was no longer a he. He was now a she, a she with the same impressive attributes that Neela had just enjoyed making use of. Basil checked the character statistics screen to confirm, and there it read not male, but hermaphrodite.

She was indeed a she now; a very round she. The snake still felt just as strong and capable, to say nothing about hunger, but there was more to feel now, and she was suddenly finding it difficult to complain about the changes. Just as she was getting used to it all, a new prompt appeared in her HUD. It flashed a message stating that the Amazonian Blessing was about to be applied. Basil stood up, struggling to get there after being so comfortable, and getting so worn out from the fun.

"Alright, hit me blessing. Whatever you're gonna do, do it now." she said.

And it did, with force. Her chest suddenly swelled out further, almost cartoonishly. She had been impressive in the few moments before, but now she was jaw-dropping in size. Her large, dark nipples even began to slowly leak a creamy-white moisture that was quickly lapped up by the felines massed around her. Below, her shaft saw a similar burst in size, rapidly growing to a tremendous length, appearing to be larger than one of her thighs had been back when she was a slender, male snake.

The twin orbs that had produced enough to give Neela that glorious belly of hers sagged lower and swelled out, feeling heavy and eager to fill another, almost reaching her knees as she stood. What muscle she had been developing during her efforts to level and improve suddenly grew a good deal more pronounced. There was some gain in mass, but more it was definition. It was visible now just how strong she was, making her feel very much like the Amazons that surrounded her, only chubbier.

Basil gasped breathlessly as the changes took place, finding them to be alarming, yet appealing. So this was the blessing. It had been far too sudden for her to fully appreciate. If she had known it was coming, or it had occurred more slowly, she could have enjoyed it more. Still, the mighty ache in her loins signaled just how greatly stimulating this had all been. She ran one of her paws over the other arm, feeling the strength in it, then over her chest once more to relish the new bosom she had been 'blessed' with. The other cupped against her tummy. It didn't look quite so large as it had before devouring the bandit, but it still felt good, heavy and strong. And then there was the generous swelling she had felt below. She wasn't sure if she would get a chance to make use of that anytime soon, but she was determined to find time.

"So, that's the blessing. Damn... that really is something," Basil said with a chuckle, "Okay so, what's this about helping you find the promised land? I'm supposed to escort the rest of you somewhere?"

A quest notification popped up in Basil's HUD, showing the location she was intended to guide the tribe to. There were quite a few monsters and mobs between here and there. It would be an interesting struggle getting there. But there was more to this, she was sure of it.

"Oh great savior. It is said that the next one to receive our blessing, the one to accept it from our priestess, would take her place while they guide us to the promised land. They would take us in with their new strength, given them by the blessing, and carry us to our new home in safety." one of the felines explained.

"Take us in... I hope you don't mean that literally. My fullness meter is completely maxed out right now. I don't need to eat. I don't think I could swallow even one of you, let alone all ten." Basil replied.

"It is not that you would swallow us, but that our priestess would act as mother to us all." another said.

"Mother?" Basil asked, her eyes widening as she came to realize what that meant.

It took very little convincing to see the 'prophecy fulfilled'. Basil leaned forward on her hand-paws and knees as the tribe formed a line behind her. The third one to crawl in, an especially slender cheetah, pushed her hands into the snake's quivering folds. Already Basil's belly sagged to the ground, shifting slowly about as the two inside turned about to make room. She huffed and moaned, a dazed expression on her muzzle, jaw hanging slack, tongue dangling from her lips, unable to keep from smiling. She had never in her wildest dreams thought something like this would be so enjoyable. And here she was, already pushing herself well past what she thought her limits were. The cheetah, oiled up just like everyone else had been to get ready, glided into her nethers without any real difficulty. The last of her vanished from sight with a pursing of the snake's petals. In that moment, a quake of climax ripped through the sorceress.

Basil moaned and gushed softly from her folds, adding to the puddle under her. The great, pulsing shaft mashed into the ground had already made quite the sticky mess as well. She looked back over her shoulder to see how many remained. There were seven, and the next to enter was already moving into position. She jerked and huffed, finding herself eager to swallow up another one of her 'daughters'.

"You have got to be kidding me... whoever wrote this mod is a giant pervert. I wonder if that damn blue dragon had anything to do with this. If I run into him in the game, I swear I'm going to eat him," Basil huffed, then shuddered as the fourth lady was slurped up, "Ooo, or maybe shove him in there with you girls."

The next two passed without much difficulty, but there was a mounting pressure that was building quite strongly. The snake was being pushed up off the ground by her monstrously pregnant stomach. She squirmed and whined softly as she felt an inability to hold still. With six now balled up in her brand new womb, she struggled to breathe evenly, even though she wanted to keep going. And yet, none of the remaining four tried to climb in. They just stood there, staring at the deep violet serpent who had agreed to become their new priestess and 'mother'.

"Well? What's the problem? Momma's waitin', get in there." Basil complained.

A new prompt appeared, signaling that she couldn't fit anymore into her in that way. Her 'unbirthing' skill and capacity had been maxed out currently. Basil frowned as she read over the information, wondering how she was supposed to finish the quest now. Then an option appeared, offering to switch to the 'forward alternative'. Puzzled, the snake simply agreed. Just diving in blindly had worked out pretty well for her so far, why question it now?

Once the prompt had vanished, the four remaining ladies helped move the snake into a more upright posture, legs spread wide to help handle the added weight of her huge, sagging tummy. It reached down past her knees as she stood there, groping at it. Every little twitch and squirm from her 'daughters' sent a new quake of pleasure through her. Then she felt something new. One of the ladies was doing something to her shaft. Then it clicked in the snake's mind; the 'forward alternative'. It didn't mean that did it?

A pair of arms and a head pushed into her dark shaft, stretching the opening and the head quite wide around the cougar who had chosen to go first. Basil practically screamed as her member was forced to distend around the cat, feeling every curve, every detail of her figure slip into her shaft. The mountain lion was quickly swallowed up by the apparently hungry monster and she was deposited in the snake's bloated sac, swelling it out even further. Basil stood there in disbelief, gasping for air, stunned into silence by what had just happened. Then, another pair of arms pushed in and she screamed again, painting the ground in white around the second Amazon to feed herself to her ravenous member.

Within only an hour or so, the tribe had gone from a dozen beautiful feline ladies offering to praise the serpent mage for his kind and heroic act to a single heavily bloated feminine snake, feeling untold bliss run through her as the ten remaining tribal members squirmed about in her womb and scrotum. They hadn't bothered to pack up their camp. They wouldn't need any of it where they were going. Basil rummaged around for supplies and items that might be useful in fighting monsters and what not. Likely she wouldn't need much of it. Her hunger meter was climbing rapidly, and her fullness meter, at least in relation to her actual stomach, not her womb or sac, was dropping rapidly. Apparently she was indeed eating for all ten, how it worked with the four downstairs she wasn't sure, nor did she care enough to ask.

As she hunted, she found the headdress that Neela had worn when they first met. The snake grinned and took off her wide-brimmed pointed hat and slipped the ornate headdress on, finding it fit perfectly. It also had some very impressive stats.

"My sisters thank you for your protection and your love." came a voice in Basil's mind.

"Wha? Who's that?"

"My mother and I will guide you, help you navigate the dangers. We are part of you. You are part of us. You are the tribe now, and the tribe is strong." came another voice.

They sounded like Neela and Truva. Were their souls bound with Basil's now? Or however the game might explain it? Regardless, it might be nice having an actual guide, or pair of guides to help find her way.

"Yeah, I'm the tribe alright, and the tribe is very strong. I didn't notice it earlier, but my stats jumped each time one of your sisters climbed into me. I doubt any of those monsters could bring me down now. I feel kind of unstoppable!" Basil giggled.

"Our strength is your strength. All of us, together, as one. We are with you. You are the tribe, and you are strong." Neela echoed once more, sounding quite ethereal and soothing.

"Then let's go kick some ass!" Basil said, hefting herself up as she tried to waddle out of the camp.

The instant she did, a wave of deep, guttural pleasure washed over her. It radiated out from her stomach and between her legs. Her belly was nearly on the ground, and her sac dragged behind her. The intensity of it was almost enough to send her tumbling forward. She suddenly wanted to reach down and stroke that great, dark shaft protruding out from under her gut until she made another sticky mess.

"Wh-what was that!?" Basil asked breathlessly.

"It is our thanks." Truva said.

"Because you gave us pleasure as we blessed you, so to shall we give you pleasure so long as you protect the tribe." Neela said.

"Oh god... it's fantastic! However you're doing that, just don't stop!" Basil cried, a drunken, half-conscious dazed look on her face as she grinned.

She waddled forward, leaving a sticky trail behind her as she did so, her breasts leaking even more heavily now than before she let even one of her new daughters into her womb. This was one hell of a mod. And she wasn't ready to give it up after what looked like it would be a simple escort mission.

She didn't have to complete it right away did she?

"Hey... momma wants to take a detour. Do the kids mind if I don't head straight to the promised land?" Basil asked, not getting an answer, not even from Neela or Truva, likely they weren't programmed to respond, "Fuck it, I'm the promised land. Welcome home girls. Momma wants to keep you as long as she can. There's a quest involving a big, nasty red dragon I was too low a level to go after, but you've got me supercharged! I wanna go see if I can eat him!"

With that, the snake turned around and waddled the other way out of the camp. She did indeed plan on keeping this 'blessing' as long as she could. It was just a little addictive, and she liked that.

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