𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃

Defeated. Claimed. Branded. Mated to a monster. Living your life as their favorite beast baby-maker now. Degraded, knowing how much your own cunt squirts every time. There is no going back.

A missing poster appears with your face. You smile as another load is released inside you.

She should have been more careful about what she wished for. Even a former heroine like herself was nothing but a prime cut of meat for the beast. The rest of her patients are going to have to wait. The door locked. Everyone across the building was about to hear what was going to happen...

Every step towards her would send ripples on the ground. A big, monstrous hand would fall on top of her head.

"Your little holes are going to be unrecognizable..." A beast-like cock pressed against her breast, hot pre-cum leaking against her, "You look like you're /begging/ to be bred..."

Heavy balls slapping against her. Every thrust rocking her body, sending tiny ripples of across her entire body. A lewd, wet applause echoing, forced to see her own legs kick up every time

Being made to see her own expression. How her belly bulges, slowly turned into a toy. He's about to cum again.

"They're showing their appreciation. You should do your best and learn how to cheer them on - Stop by my office after class, the tournament is around the corner and there are a few expectations I'm going to set for you. And your girlfriend if she is going to make it to the team."

Speaking so haughtily is a sure way to end with her cheek against a table, every men in the place making line to use either of her holes