Day after The Purge

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Introduction''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Chaos-happy destruction blows out of nearby buildings, and the world turns into a wasteland of unleashed desire and pent-up rage. You are in the middle of The Purge. Fortunately, you have the best father in the world who already littered your two-story home with jerry-rigged traps, security measures galore and a splendid rush of defences. While you have to trade off unleashing your inner demons on the chaos in the streets, there isn't any fear of some spell-slinging slut modifying your body or some haywire magician hypnotizing you into their personal girl fuck-slave. At least, you thought tonight would pass uneventfully. "WE ARE IN, BOYS!" - A gruff voice calls from below, and you feel your heartbeat quicken as a lump grows in your throat. You reach for your prepared weaponry, a metallic baseball bat that feels hefty and empowering. You also have a thick leather jacket that fits tightly around your upper body and bust. The leather is rugged-black and protective enough to deflect some scratches, maybe even a stab attempt. "I just need to have faith in Dad's traps. They'll take them out." You press your ear against the bedroom door and listen outwards. You hear heavy footsteps pacing across your downstairs foyer and quick-paced communication between a group of about six men. They don't seem to be looking for you, and instead, they're ransacking one house after another on your block. Suddenly, the sound of rushing air and electric fans turning on consumes the noises outside, and all you can hear is a turbine powering up with the volume of a jet engine. "Shit! Booby Trap! Scram! SCRAM!" is being screamed as the intruders flee in shock and surprise. It becomes hard to tell if any remain inside as the screeching turbines bellow a rush of wind and noise throughout the house. You feel a warmth breezing past your calves and look down to see a thick green fog rushing through the bottom crack of your door. The puffing green smoke fills your room as you panic. Tragically, the hastily built traps your father set up are backfiring on you. Swiftly, the visibility inside vanishes, abandoning you in a mist of spine-tingling pleasure as you drop your weapon. You scramble away from the door. A little panicked, unaware of what contraption or smoke fills the room as it hits your nostrils with a rush of hot, chemical-rich, vanilla scent. You feel a weight on your eyelids as you half-close your eyes in a stupor. You open your mouth with the sudden desire and NEED to suck in the gas and inhale deeply, letting that burning scent fill your lungs and break into your brain. Resisting brings a feeling that makes you squirm, twitch and writhe in discomfort until you BREATH DEEPER. You can't control your actions despite every bit of your common sense begging you to hold your breath. After a few puffs of the yummy gas, your brain is a swimming pool of lusty mush. Your attention turns towards your body as every inch of your flesh blushes a warm, sensitive red. You feel the weight of your jacket pressing against your breasts, rubbing arousingly against your steel-studded teats. Your room starts to ventilate fresh air and disperses the fog of brain-clouding, heat-inducing, hormone-increasing gas from the room. Silence takes over your home, and you feel flushed and unable to think straight. The danger might have passed, but you ABSOLUTELY CAN NOT survive the rest of the night without doing something with the burning arousal biting at the end of each nerve. [[Finger fuck the gas's effects out of your system.]] [[When will you get something like that again? Press your nose against the door crack and start HUFFING horny air.]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''OOC Introduction''// (link: "Patreon")[(goto-url: 'https://www.patreon.com/user?u=61936380')] -------------------------------------------------------------------- The Day after THE PURGE is an interactive story where you make occasional choices that dictate your character's story. (A CYOA. Choose Your Own Adventure). There are no traditional gameplay elements, only an approximate fuckload of sexual action and depraved kinks. In this game, you play as a protective father's daughter in a kink-infested world that features The Purge. The story starts after your father visits your hard-earned two-story home and deploys several dozen security measures and homemade traps. From the safety of your home, you survive the day of the purge from the comfort of your bedroom. As hours pass the next day, you receive no word from your father. You realize the worst and must travel downstairs and into the basement to disarm all traps. Each encounter will be within the realm of Nym's kinky favourites including Inanimate Transformation, Feral Transformation, Bimbofication, and other humiliating TF. Snuff, Vore, Rape, Bestiality, and much more is included, but the successful, story-based paths will primarily involve only erotic transformation. [[Clicking this verifies that I am over 18 and can read this erotic adventure->IC INTRODUCTION]] [[Word of Thanks]] [[Indepth Fetish List]] [[What is The Purge?]]

"F-Fuck." you gasp out with a rush of lava-hot breath passing through your plump, glossy lips. You feel your studded tits press against the fabric of your jacket as your entire body rushes into a sudden heat. Your fingers curl up before you stuff them uncontrollably into your waistband, slamming them between your rosy, in-heat cunt lips and starting to rub like your fucking life depends on it. Each smush of your fingers into your cunt shakes your thighs and forces you to the floor. Your other hand digs into your undershirt and begins to pinch and grope at your breast, squeezing hard into each breast's plump mass and massaging quick circles around your steel piercings. With a final pinch and several minutes of out-of-control lust mist gassing you into a self-fucking stupor, you pass out after several micro orgasms dribble hot girl-spunk into your trousers. You lay on the floor, and your panties are properly marinated in your sexual fuck-lube and girl-cum. Your breasts have been pulled far out of your jacket, and bask in the fresh hot air circling you. Your sleep deepens for an unknown amount of time

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Huffing Horny Air''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- In the aftermath of the vapour attack on your brain, you're standing in the centre of your room. Your feet are sinking deeper into the carpet as you flex your toes, triggering every sensitive inch of your bare foot in another shocking mini-orgasm. Your heels grind into the fluffy texture of the flooring while your knees start to buckle. Hot, vanilla-flavoured drool dribbles down the side of your lips before dripping off your chin. You stare endlessly at the doorway as the air purity returns, and your brain starts to churn out the semblance of a half-thought. You're unsure if your brain eroded into a gushy mush of thought slime or if that entire experience was just mind-fuckingly good on your hyper-sensitive senses. Regardless, you might not experience that sexualized rush ever again and don't plan to let it slip away. You tremble and drop to your hands and knees, letting each centimetre of the smooth skin on your arms become one with the synthetic fibre and wool carpet. Letting the ground molest your hands and fingers causes an uncontrollable writhing in your spine and cunt as you dry-hump the fuckurges directly towards your soaked, dripping pussy. Slamming your chin into the ground and staring directly into the bottom crack of your doorway, you see the light-green semblance of the horny vapour rushing through the crack and upwards, directly into your room's air conditioning unit. Your thoughts recoil as you stuff your nose into the floor and inhale deeply, causing any sense of humility to stutter and stop as your brain short circuits and your eyes cross with stupid-brain-fried bliss. You reek of feminine excitement as the horny air starts to weed out in purity, and each hard snort of the carpet floor yields less brain-draining bliss. You feel control flood across your burning body, and you squirm under the ounces of sweat sticking to your tight pants and jacket to your body. Your panties are drenched in a fusion of natural lube, and copious amounts of girl spunk drizzled throughout the fabric. You reach a hand back and literally feel your body drip clear, sticky arousal through your pants, staining the carpet. Your fingers run through the soaked patch, getting lost in the squelching and squishing of your clothed pubic mound. You lift your fingers up with a spiderweb of your own fluid clinging on tightly, letting a hot, post-climax, sticky cream of fuck-slime coat your fingers. Your brain's exhausted state doesn't even accept the feelings as reality. You're drunk on the thought of sex, and as you press the camel toe shining through your pants, you squirm with the squirting of another ounce of lubrication creaming your panty marinade. Then your brain finally has a thought... You glance towards the far side of your bed and stare at the air conditioning control unit. One button could increase air flow, giving you a cool breezy room for the rest of the night. Another press could reverse the flow and hotbox your brain. [[Crank the AC up and clear your head.]] [[You are in a fortress without any more worries. Bring the gas back and have a whole night of ecstasy & masturbation.]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Cooling Off''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- As challenging as it was to navigate to the other side of your room without tripping over or slipping in a puddle of your lust slime, your face to face with the AC controls. The mental feeling of a weighted blanket smothering your gassed-up brain still plagues you. Each limb feels exhausted, but you're able to relax again in your security-ladened family home and wait out another chaotic Purge. The nubbed texture of brail presses against your fingers as you set the Air Conditioning to its maximum. You inhale a cold breeze of fresh air and clean out the inside of your lungs. The sudden drop in temperature takes the mind-numbing, sex-thoughts and the arousing, flushed heat off the surface of your body. You lean forwards and peel your pants off your thighs as a thick & shiny reflection of girl spunk and sweat tries to stick your marinated, cummified panties and trousers on your body. You pop your T-shirt and jacket off letting your well-massaged, tender lumps breathe in that cool air. You take a moment in the nude to press an ear against the door and sigh relief at utter silence. You're finally free to jump into bed, squish your head against the side of a comfy pillow and spread your legs. Tragically, the plumbing to the house is entirely shut off during the purge, so you do not get a shower to rid yourself of the slight scent of vanilla and reek of man-enticing, feminine arousal. You [[Drift Asleep-> Wake Up]] within the next few hours.

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''HUFFING HORNY AIR''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- The Air Conditioning Unit Controls are right in front of you. Your finger feels stupidly heavy as gravity drags on your over-stimmed body. "Blue~" you mumble from your lower lips as your eyes lock onto the big blue circular button labelled "Reverse Air Flow." Your body is burning with excitement as the heavily pampered addictive receptors beg for more gas to ease the tension in your brain another few times. You ready yourself for it with each clasp on your leather jacket being unlatched. The noise of the clothing hitting the floor is distant as if you've dropped it down a mile-long well. The shine of your studded boobies is pretty as you reach up and press your exposed, bouncy melons together in a silly, playful fashion. Standing in your bare, drenched-translucent undies, you raise a finger towards the button and press firmly down on it. The textured brail on the button's surface tickles you. A sound similar to CO2-Can being depressurizing fills the bedroom as you're free to bounce backwards and lean firmly against the footboard of your queen-sized bed. You brace for impact and hold onto your bed's footboard, your milk jugs leaning over, and gravity drags on your chest whilst you widened your pretty-little stance and spread your legs. Your slobbered vulva is manned by a whole hand gently pushing down against blushing red cuntlips with a gentle rhythm teasing the valley of enlarged nerve endings. Rapidly growing green mist obscures the corners of your vision, and the chemical scent barges down your throat, expanding your lungs. The brain-fucking vapour enters the bloodstream and circles your brain while knocking your horny neural network. You embrace it and beg for it in quiet little whimpers as your brain literally starts to shrink. Your words become meaningless in a swamp of moans, gasps and sentences devolving into pathetic gibberish. Yet, your body comes to life with sparking electricity every few seconds as your struggling fingertips still manage orgasm after orgasm. Your thighs slather in a gushing waterfall of girl-spunk and squirt that funnels into a thick pile of cute mess behind you. You feel the fog press in and slather and coat the inside of your fuck tunnel. A whole new level of climax hits you suddenly like a truck as your body shakes, your knees bend, and your cunt sprays out a passionate fluid with the force of a sneeze blasting your loins and rattling your pelvis with shock. A white noise hits you HARD afterwards as you collapse forwards, your brain little more than an acorn before your nerve endings consume themselves and squirt out your leaking honey pot. You feel the comfy cushions of your bed as you close your eyes. Unaware that the mist starts to claim your body. Your cum-coated fingertips start to morph into a thick, hardened plastic that races up your arms to consume those bouncy milkers. Your last spit of orgasm comes from a singular hole-shaped doughnut fused to your ass. A ribbed and textured fuck-sleeve stuffed into your plastic-forming sex-toy body. You lose your beauty in a sea of pinkish-pale plastic skin tones. The room fogs to shit, and the oxygen levels reach zero per cent. You're only conscious of one thing in a sea of uniform senselessness. You know your gas-addicted brain nugget has transformed into a single mechanic vibrator lodged in the base of a sex doll's man-pleasing sex hole. //''Game Over''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - [[Go back->When will you get something like that again? Press your nose against the door crack and start HUFFING horny air.]] -

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Waking Up''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- You stir your senses many hours later with a hard inhale, clearing the sleep-congestion passageway. With a final deep breath, you press a hand against your temple and focus. Your brain skips a few beats before spitting out the mental image of yourself in the mirror, legs spread and convulsing whorishly to the vibrating whims of a thick, purple, pussy-pulsing toy. You sit up and waft the sexual heat stirring still in your brain, evidently still plagued by the venereal air waft that still clings tightly to your brain cells. Shooting your gaze over to the nearby alarm clock, it reads "3 PM." You check your phone and press your thumb against the fingerprint scanner whilst shifting your bare legs off the bed, rising to your feet. You confirm the time. "3 PM." - Your father was supposed to make the house safe again at noon. Strangely, you have no voicemails, no missed calls, no unread messages, and you would have woken to the sound of the several dozen protective measures in your house whirring and deactivating. On your way towards your bedroom door, you stop briefly at your dresser. You spread your hands through the arm holes of a tight-fit, heavy-weight supporting sports bra and tug it over your head. You pull down and let the fabric stretch and shimmy over your prodigious girls until soundly compressed into a non-distracting boob lump. Matching in a light pink colour scheme is a new pair of panties that climb up your legs and wrap your thighs underneath a black, knee-length flowy skirt. Fully dressed, excluding a lack of the shoes you've left downstairs, you head for your door and crack it open. You scan across the familiar surroundings of your upstairs loft. Whilst not encompassing the entire floor plan of the first floor of your home, the upstairs is a combination of a master bedroom (Your Room), a guest bed and bath overlooking the downstairs living room and a long hallway directed towards the stairs. You stare outwards into the hallway timidly. You can't remember every homemade contraption or the full extent of the security measures your father installed. The last thing you recall your father doing was arming every automated defence in the basement. It should be possible to disarm all the traps by getting to the basement through the kitchen. Though you should at least try this first, "DAAAAD!? YOU HOME?" [[.........->Decision Time]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Finger Fucking Cure''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Your head is drowning in salacious fantasies amidst your desperate attempts to concentrate. Your mind avidly wanders away from your real focus, the danger that might be outside. With a deep breath, you close your eyes tight, seeking clarity and sex-free thoughts. Tragically, In the darkness of your mind, vague and fuzzy images scatter across the blackness in your vision. Massive cum-drooling cocks dribble literal ounces of excess nut batter over your face. Hard, iron muscles glistening with pheromone-laced sex-scent. Each dazzling obscure shape looks so fuckable as you lose ground depicting these subconscious Rorschach tests. You're burning up with natural arousal as you release that pent-up breath and feel the burning heat pass by your lips, whispering for your tongue to drool out of your mouth as you start panting. In bare attempts to stifle your lustful sound, you nibble down on your bottom lip harder and harder. Your body finally convinces you as you grasp the belt lining of your sweat-soaked pants and tug down. Within a minute, you're climbing naked onto your bed, ready to resolve your thought-destroying sexual receptivity. You paw at your chin and press the flat of your palm down. In a clean swipe, you run your hands downwards across your figure, like applying lotion or swiping away feverish, sticky sweat from your body. You press down on your hand-filling chest puppies, teasing at your peeking, half-hard nips. Stifling the swearwords that your drug-addled brain spits out of your lips as you start to writhe. You squirm as your bundle of mass of muscle, plump thigh meat kisses against each other as your knees touch. Your fingers finally run across your blood-rushed pussy. Each digit applies pressure to screaming nerve endings that shoot up your arching spine. You feel the shock of climax rocking your brain, with a hair-trigger shooting through your doughy thoughts. It still isn't enough, and you part the tips of your fingers, digging down harder as you uncontrollably gasp, your pelvic bone convulses on repeat. You dig down and massage your little-begging pearl between your fingers. You feel the drizzle of natural ardour lubricating your clit as minutes start to pass of powerful orgasms. Your breath quickens faster and faster as each rocking of your tender body exhales more of the green gas out of your system. You exorcise the air-borne fuck-drug out of your body, and after hours of clit-stimmed finger-fucking, your brain starts to produce uncorrupted thoughts. You steadily sit up and glance between your spread thighs, unsurprised to find a hot, stained splash zone of cunt-dribble and girl-spunk in your sheets. Uncaring, you rush towards the door and listen outwards, unable to pick up the sounds of danger. You breathe in deep again, and as The Purge carries on, you work off that exhaustion with a long, deserved nap. [[Sleep in your sex sweat. -> Wake Up]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Word of Thanks''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Mamma Sonya is my queen, and I wanna let her pin the back of my head against a wall and rail me like I'm their sweet, innocent child with a tight virgin ass that needs momma's fat throbbing cock twelve inches deep in my pucker. I want my insides rearranged like a good little girl, and I know she'll do it with pleasure whilst nutting a fire-truck's worth of sweet salty lava in my bowels. <3 - To the uninformed, Momma was my first Patreon. (link:"Support Poppy's Patreon!")[(goto-url:'patreon.com/poppyslewds')] Lily's Games! - Lily has always been my favourite CYOA creator. Her work has put me on the guide rail to eventually make my own once I felt confident and capable in my writing. (link:"Link to Lily's Games")[(goto-url:'https://lilysgames.com/')] Taystie Park! - For letting me rail their guests in years of erotic roleplay. They were the grinding stone for all my writing aspirations. (link:"Taystie Park's F-List")[(goto-url:'https://www.f-list.net/c/Taystie%20Park/')] [[Back to Menu->OOC INTRODUCTION]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Fetish List''// (link: "Patreon")[(goto-url: 'https://www.patreon.com/user?u=61936380')] -------------------------------------------------------------------- This interactive story does not shy away from any kinks. It only warns you about upcoming extreme content. All story paths progress forwards feature transformation of some kind in it. Fetish Content (So Far): Forced Masturbation Goblin Transformation Bimbofication Petrification Anthro Transformation Gore / Snuff Bathroom Content Sex Doll Transformation Pregnancy Pet-Play Feminization Male to Female TF Breast-Feeding [[Back->OOC INTRODUCTION]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''What is The Purge?''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- The Purge was a horror/thriller movie released in 2013 with an outrageous plot. In the film, the key plot point is that one night a year, all crime becomes legal. The fictional scientists concocted The Purge because the US prison system was swamped with overcrowded prisons and too many criminals. I, the author, never watched the film because I don't like horror. Personally, as a fan of non-con and bad ends. I've adapted the Purge into a kinky world filled with werewolves inflicting their curse on others, witches taming people into subservient slaves legally, and much much fetish-related activity. At the time of the film's release, many memes, video essays and news articles created a hot buzz of "How would you survive The Purge?" or "What would you do during The Purge." making the idea stick with me. "Official Rules held within the movie: - Sirens blare throughout the land to signal the start and end of The Purge. - All police, fire, and emergency medical services are suspended for the duration of the Purge. - The president, first family, and government officials of rank 10, are granted immunity from the Purge, meaning that they must not be harmed. (This was revoked in Election Year to permit the murder of a political opponent). - Only Class 1–4 weaponry is permitted, while Class 5 weaponry (such as explosives) is prohibited. - Violations of any Purge rules will result in public execution." - The Purge Wiki Often crime still bleed into the following day/morning. As most Purgers question how the police will ever know if the crime was committed during the purge or two minutes after the purge ends. "Within the film series, the Purge has resulted in crime and unemployment rates plummeting to 1% and a strong economy. Although it's thought to be used as an act of catharsis for the U.S. populace, it's actually used as a method of artificial population control, as the unemployed poor in slum neighborhoods as well as some working-class people are usually the main targets. It has also increased tourism as foreigners enter the US solely to participate in the Purge." - The Purge Wiki Murder, Rape and other crimes still bleed into the following day/morning. As most Purgers question how the police will ever know if the crime was committed during the purge or two minutes after the purge ends. Personally, as a fan of non-con and bad ends. I've adapted the Purge into a kinky world filled with werewolves inflicting their curse on others, witches taming people into subserviant slaves legally, and much much more. (link: "Link to The Purge's Movie Trailer")[(goto-url: 'https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0LLaybEuzA&ab_channel=RottenTomatoesTrailers')] (link: "Link to The Purge's Wiki")[(goto-url: 'https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Purge')] [[Back->OOC INTRODUCTION]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Decision Time''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- You hear nothing in return to your calls. The silence that returns after your voice vanishes into the expanse of your large home is a little disheartening. Letting your thoughts dwell on misfortune, this might be the first time the Purge has taken anyone from you. You refuse to give up hope, and you also refuse to sit here and wait. Every second you spend waiting for rescue is another second your father might be sitting somewhere waiting similarly. You stare your options down as you try to scan across the hallway. Squinting your eyes doesn't reveal a thing, so you dwell on what you can figure out. [[The Hallway]] - A spacious passage barely stretching thirty feet from your door to the stairwell. You stretch your hands out and estimate it's wide enough to fit your wingspan with an extra foot of clearing on each side. You also easily suggest that these traps would have been your last line of defence. Any prepared device might cripple or even murder intruders on the spot. [[Guest Bedroom]] - The Guest Bedroom's door is right across from your own and has interior windows that overlook the downstairs living room. Your brother used to stay in that bedroom. He built a rope ladder out the window for some stupid fun that you could use. Your mind pauses for a long moment as you remember - Dad left his sheepdog in the room, and he's undoubtedly "agitated" from all the fumes and vapours that filled the house earlier.

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Hallway Tip-Toeing''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- It seems the most straight forwards to try your luck with the hallway. There is also the chance that any censor or high-tech trap will deliberately not-activate with you near them, as they are supposed to protect your adorable booty. Easing your footsteps into the soft carpeting, you manage your breath and keep your eyes scanning for any deformity that might hint you to the peril. When you get too far away from your bedroom door, tiny perforations in the walls become super apparent. [[Run your finger over a hole]] [[Tear your shirt and start covering the trap's holes]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Dog Bed''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Leaning against the door to the guest bedroom, the sounds of the quiet panting of a cutesie pup are clear as day. You crack open the door and shoot a glance inside a morning-lit room. The lights are off, and the only rays of clarity come from the sun shining through the broad windows across the quaint, tight-fit bedroom. You sigh some relief as you notice the makeshift rope ladder is still around, ready to be tossed out the window for safe passage to the living room. The adorable work dog is relaxing at the foot of the bed, basking in the light while covering the carpeting with his soft, snow-white fur. He does avidly notice you and steadily starts standing up. His shaggy appearance is super fluffy with long, white hair rolling past his eyes with floppy ears on either side of his head. His entire frame is profusely massive with big agile shoulders, a muscular build and a height that comes up to your waist. He laps at his nose and launches a dribble of warm dog spit onto the floor. The room's smell shocks you as the aroma holds a strange mix of baked, heavy sweat with notes of wet dog and testosterone-packed cum stains. You pinch your nose and start to hold your breath, understanding the hot spunk smell probably means this dog is still horned up on the heat-inducing vapour. [[Be quick about getting to the ladder and ignore him.]] [[His food bowl seems empty. Feed him as a distraction.]] (VORE Warning)

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Dog can't be dodged''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- It's hard to get molested by a big, fluffy sheepdog if you're not in the room. With this logic, you press forwards and leap a few steps in a quickened shuffle, practically hopping over the aged canine as he's steadily standing up. Working dogs are brilliant pets and understand humans to a large degree. So, you avoid eye contact, don't touch him, and barely make a single noise until your hands open the window on the other side of the room. The dog's eyes seem excited to see you. As you overlook the fifteen-foot drop to the middle of your living room, his snout presses into your leg. His breathing against your skin isn't hot or cold. He is simply smearing a wet patch against your exposed leg. The dog's kiss against your leg is off-feeling and forces you to pause as you struggle to pull the rope ladder out. Glancing down, you see a thickened patch of fur glued to your thigh, long strands of white fur plume from your tongue-kissed skin. The dog's mouth has implanted some strange bacteria on your thigh. You Soon enough, your leg is coated in a fur-shine similar to your dad's work-pup. You breathe in deep and feel your toes stretch out and thicken into big fluffy paws as it races up your pelvis, wrapping your hips, waist and ass in a thickened fluff. The fur is soft to the touch, almost addicting to pet and groom through as your fingertips course through it. You can't pluck or pull at the fluffy pelt without causing deep pain. The change brings you to your knees as you feel a sexual rush through petting your new fur. Your pup's tongue starts to lap at the webbing between your fingers. His tail wags as your fingernails fade and squishy paw pads grow on your palms. You don't care about your paws as your fingers stare daggers into the thin shorts covering your womanhood. Your labia is altering into a puffy-dog fuck hole, fit with beautiful darkened flesh creating a hypersensitive gaped, knottable sleeve for your on-set heat that comes on strong. You're convulsing on your knees with paws kneading at your doggy cameltoe. You feel the fur warming your neck as your new best friend starts to kiss your lips, sharing slobber with the inside your mouth, infused with the transformative power he possesses. Your face stretches into a cute canine muzzle as your body fluffs up. Your eyes narrow with super-human vision. Your fangs sharpen, and your tongue grows fatter in your mouth. Finally, he begins working on the back of your neck, growing out two floppy, adorable pupper ears sticking out the top of your sleek hair. [[You're an anthro sheepdog now. Accept it and climb out the window.->Doggy Livingroom]] [[Maybe your dad expected this? Look around the room for a cure.]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Dog Fed''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- You look around for the dog's dry food bag, scanning the entire room until your eyes land directly on the pretty, clear container with a treasure hoard of kibble. Damn, the dog instantly notices this and strides towards you faster, practically sniffing and begging with a cute waggy tail directly at your feet. This silly mutt is an untrained work dog with little restraint as that red spade of dog tongue starts trying to lick warm, saliva-smearing holes into your smooth, flustered skin. The vapour remnants still enflaming your hyper-sensitive senses with pleasure make you squirm a little, trying to push the dog away. Ineffectively, you still shovel a scoop of kibble and pour it cleanly into his large doggy bowl. His attention ignores the fresh food as his tongue begins trying to slip underneath your skirt, nipping idly at your underwear. You start to fear the absolute worst as you press both hands firmly downwards and push the big dog's neck downwards to the food. You aren't gonna get molested by a mutt. You successfully push hard on his head and separate your hindquarters from his probing, lustful tongue. A single low growl was all the warning you got before he snapped open his mouth and latched onto both wrists. You let out a light screech and get dragged forwards, fully bending over before getting whipped off your feet. Your knees hit the ground as your arms are suckled down and swallowed by his mouth. Your fingertips flex inside his gullet, feeling the wet, dark abyss of fleshy muscles working down your arms as you get tugged further in. "This can't be fucking happening. No! Let go!" you plead before his lips meet your hair. You're quickly given a hot shower of saliva as his dexterous tongue molests your mouth. You are worked down like an unchewable piece of meat. Nothing more than a mid-day snack as your forehead presses and stretches open his gullet. The reek of stomach acid hits your nostrils as it smells like the worst parts of a dog. You gag lightly as you distend his throat with your large breasts. Still struggling and kicking as his teeth lightly sink down into each inch of your flesh whilst you're worked down. It is a degrading experience akin to what a fish feels when fed to a seagull as your hands touch the insides of his stomach. His belly rounds out and acts like a warm pouch for you. You feel exhausted, you've been squirming for ages as your ankles slip past his mouth, and you're nothing more than a fuzzy distension of his long-haired-fur-covered belly. "FUUUCK! FUUUUUCK! LET ME OUT!" - You scream into a soundproof piece of muscle that clings to your face. You're half submerged in a hot cauldron of doggy digestive stew. [[This can't be happening. Struggle!!->Stuffing a box of doggy bags.]] (Disposal Warning) [[Return to last choice.->Guest Bedroom]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Height Spunked''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- You're a nasty gremlin from a shitty, overly sexualized fantasy world. A shortstack barely the height of a dining table with massive fucking milk jugs clinging to a weak, fragile spine. Your hips are so plump that each step changes your centre of gravity from one strut to the other. A sudden bulge of liquid weight pulses in your pelvis, deep down in your juicy, sopping cunt. The absolute wobbling, sloshing weight feels akin to a pregnant woman's water-breaking, but your body tells you what's perspiring deep inside you. Each excess piece of meat and muscle, the foundations of your former height just liquified down into a juicy melt of crystal clear gush fluid kick-starting your new goblin heat cycle. Your lower lips blush, and you feel a searing heat burning at your cuntlips. Your rosy garden burns with a sloshed, soaked fire as you cram your fingers along your pussy lips, massaging the sizzling warmth into your fingertips. Your soft, relieving fingertips pull out uncontrolled moans from your lips. A succubus has taken over your body, and the only relief is through dropping to your knees and praying to your cunt. Prayer starts through curling your fingers into your gaped, needy fuckhole. Pressing hard on the tender muscle lining of your cunt, dragging downwards until you bead at your magic spot. One little tap causes your eyes to roll back into your skull as you spasm out each ounce of your former height in a brilliant three-foot arch shooting from between your spread thighs. There is no going back after this. You're a dirty fucking gob girl with a burning heat for cock. Step one is to reclaim your den and begin your boy-harem of a fuck-mates. Yet, as your shoulders fall back into the hallway carpeting, the back of your soft head lands on a pressured switch underneath the carpet. An audible click is heard, and your heart sinks a little. Yet it's real-difficult to tug your silly fingers away from your sobbing labia without two CCs of fat spunk bloating your womb. [[Dodge]] [[Close your eyes tight and try for a second climax before dodging.->Your guts feel empty, stroke off your gob-clit]] (Snuff/Gore Warning)

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Height Expelled''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- You're a nasty gremlin from a shitty, overly sexualized fantasy world. A shortstack barely the height of a dining table and massive fucking milk jugs clinging to a weak, fragile spine. Your hips are so plump that each step changes your centre of gravity from one strut to the other. Your digestive system is stirring like crazy as you avidly tense your thighs and lean backwards, easing the sudden pressure. Your hands run over your stomach, and a deep vibration rubs your intestines into action. Your brain processes the sudden sickly feeling as your bowels have churned your former human height into thick logs of bowel-blocking intestinal shitlogs. You squat up and down, mechanically feeling the gut fudge loosen up in your system. Suddenly, a knock on your back door bids you goodbye to the two-and-a-half feet of human height that plagued your former form. Your stomach must have devoured the excessive meat on your bones, churning that fucking pale, beautiful skin into nutrients and well-chewed stomach fluid. You embrace the welcoming bliss of a hot shit and goblin life by spreading your cheeks and relaxing that brown-stained anal star. It starts with a trickling sludge of brown droplets of shit squeezing past your gassy gates, dribbling a mess into the carpet like a gross, gremlin pet who hasn't been potty trained. Suddenly the thickened, packed fudge spreads out your ass as you squeal a disgusting moan. Your prostate is massaged into a near bliss as you relax your body. Piss drizzles out of your wet cunt and glides down your glutes, meeting the thickened pound of girl shit that coils into a smelly, fat deposit of your former appearance on the floor. Oozing out what rightly belongs in a hot, quickly-flushed toilet instead of an ice cream pile of brown turd logs on your hallway carpet. You wipe your forehead of sweat as you step back and look at the beautiful pile of what was once your pretty, precious human form. Nothing more than a seeping shitstain now, you turn back around and feel the carpet sink underneath your foot as you step onto a hidden trap. [[Dodge]] [[The gut stentch of a fat shit clogging your nose is too precious, stroke your pretty ears and bask in the sensations of your shit-smeared transformation instead.]] (Snuff/Gore Warning

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Gob and Roll''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- You have a spider sense for traps now, as the hairs on your arms, legs and shoulders light up and dictate its time to move your head. You have the singular fault of a deep, unwavering heat holding your precious pelvic kissing lips hostage. Battling between the feelings to plunge your hand into your cunt and avoid the incoming danger, you break free and spring towards your left, rolling your light, agile frame out of the way. Two sharpened whirling axes whiz by where you just were and thunk into the far wall and the floor in front of you. Your eyes blink in disbelief, and then you realize the why. The camera sensors no longer recognize you as your daddy's darling little girl. You're a goblin, a thief, a put down on the site in most common towns and cities. The realization causes a partial amount of distress in your mind. Your forward-thinking brain looks to the rest of the hallway. You see little depressions in the carpet, and you see the reflections off of the hidden plastic camera lens. The path becomes readable as you replan the movements of oncoming darts, spikes and gas-release mechanisms. Having faith in the natural biology you hold dearly, you rush forwards. You drop your shoulder after the first few steps, letting a dart fly past the side of your head, missing you. You twist the body to the left as a whirling axe tries to chop into your fast-beating, green heart. You leap over a razor-thin trip wire and slam your butt onto the stair railing, avoiding false steps. You land safely feet first onto the wooden flooring of the living room. You successfully use your goblinoid superpowers to your advantage swiftly. Well, Next up is the living room, then the kitchen, then into the basement. [[You embrace your thieving, goblin heritage. The next parts should be "easy."-> Living room]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Stand Off!!''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- As you start taking in your situation within your living room, you've come to a single understanding right away. Your brain is absolutely fucked. At least, it would be fucked if you were thinking in your lame human mindset. Currently, your green-skinned glory feels the direct urge to slam its nose against the ground and sniff out the traces of a potential tribe to acclimate to. However, before you do, the semblance of your former goal comes to your mind. You could abandon the tall task of deactivating your traps and throw yourself out the nearest window, becoming a fuckable helion with an ass-in-need-of-stuffing, or you could resist and become a naturally trap-resistant saviour. Regardless, you let your hands cling to your underboob, gently pressing each shrunken finger into the excessive weight that plagues your spine. The soft rolls of flesh pressing down squish divinely as thinking becomes easier with each firm kneading of your fingertips. You let your mouth hang open as your breath steadily grows hotter and more focused. You inhale the scent of your familiar home and living room, suddenly aware of an extra presence. One of those burly robbers steadily starts to wake up from a groan, his presence revealed from behind your huge, twenty-year-old couch. You lower your head and splay your fingertips like claws, dropping into a wildling fighting stance until you notice the intruder stagger in pure confusion. "Huh? - What the fuck are you?" He shouts. "I'm your doom." You reply, seriously. You speak without hesitation as his eyes open up, you have the advantage. His eyes have spider webs of red displaying stress, while his lips are coated in man-spit, dribbling down his chin. His pale complexion is contrasted against the rich, raven-black hair that runs past his neck and chin in a deluxe, recently trimmed beard. His frame and physique look like an above-average gym-goer, and as he moves from behind the couch you spot that his pants are missing. A thickened hard-on of at least twelve inches points in your direction, standing a few inches above the peak of your height. You stare in sudden urges as it drapes, barely disobeying gravity with its size, that shaft looks mouthwatering and positively heat-triggering. [[Get the big dick to impregnate you.]] [[Transform him into a goblin with your hot mouth spit.]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Dog Fed''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- The dark red muscle compacting you into a gut-sized ball dunks your head underneath the dog's rising line of stomach fluid. Each quick breath of air causes the remaining light you have left to become stale and energy-draining. Your muscles are worked out and exhausted from fighting against the restraints, and your legs can no longer kick against the fleshy sac. You swallow your last gulp of non-stomach-infused saliva before breathing deep in the hope of oxygen. Your muscles burn through the exertion until you lose sensation against your skin. The mushy stomach bile becomes rich with the doughy colour of your flesh. You're not burning up, you're simply melting into a hot puddle of stomach slime, from your thinnest toes sliding away followed by your thicker deposits of fatty nutrients. The thick, low growl of the stomach around you starts to gurgle, depositing half your chunky slurry directly into the canine's bowels. You watch as pieces of you leave through the opening gastric valve whilst your head and torso lean back against the stomach flooring, waiting to be washed away in melted silence. Your eyelids close tight before you fade into darkness, your subconscious consumed and absorbed into the dog's fluff and strength. You're swimming in an unknown state of semi-awareness as the hound's stomach shrinks down from a swollen bulge of food stuffing to a thickened pudge of canine belly. Your meat lines his muscles, your hands strengthen his paws whilst your fatty deposits cause the hard-working sheep dog to grow bigger and bigger as each little ounce of you is used up and churned back into a brown slurry knocking on the doggy's backdoor. Hours after the purge, your father has probably disarmed all the threats. You feel the warm embrace of a pet running through the hound's fur. In the aftermath, your entire existence is capped stoned by the dog hunching over his hind legs and pointing his ass to the ground. His sphincter relaxes as coils of your chocolate-crusted skeleton pile out into thick, girthy pieces of mahogany dog shit. Your body squishes between your father's hands as he picks up each piece of you in a disposable plastic bag. Your dog-squirted remains chunked into a bin and entirely forgotten about. "Game Over." [[Return to last choice.->Guest Bedroom]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Anthro-the-rope''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- YYou've reached the end of the timeline for the first release of this CYOA by getting to the living room. You're encouraged to play through all your other choices, but the bimbo/canine end as soon as they reach the kitchen. While the Hallway-goblin path has so much fucking content. I'm really a whore for goblins. Thank you for playing! If you wish to support Poppy and encourage her smut publication, consider donating to her Patreon! ^^ (link: "Patreon")[(goto-url: 'https://www.patreon.com/user?u=61936380')] [[Back to start of the game.->IC INTRODUCTION]] [[Back to major decision.->Decision Time]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Trap Triggered''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- You're curious if you can feel something sharp in these tiny perforations, so you run your fingers across the hole in the wall and lightly press the very tips of your glossy nails into the hole. Surprisingly, instead of lightly feeling the presence of a sharpened needle, it sinks right into your skin as you recoil. Glancing at your finger, you stare at a glass vial fused to a needle buried into your fingertip. The stinging pain is nothing compared to the dread rushing over your mind. You're staring at the liquid draining through the needle into your bloodstream. It holds a radioactive neon-green sludge that lights up your veins as it courses throughout your hand. Your fingers, your palm, and then your wrist starts to glow as your blood meshes and melds with this weird magic fluid. A rush of searing heat captures your hand in a trembling state. You take deep and deeper breaths, and you predict you're about to just drop fucking dead. DAMN, IT. You feel ecstatic suddenly as the green flush across your flesh makes its way across your face and warms your head. You feel paralyzed as your flesh bubbles and your stomach stirs in discontent. You let out a funny green waft of air as you burp. The floor starts to grow closer as you actively shrink in height. Your bouncy, mouth-watering titties stay the same shape and plumpness, clinging to your suddenly small body and actively turning into mesmerizing feminine cliffs with a well-shaped bounce each time you squirm and wiggle through your transformation. Your nose starts to grow in front of your crossed eyes as you reach up and hold it, feeling the rugged texture and SUDDENLY GREEN SKIN as you stare at your hands and fingertips. You shoot a look across your arms, waist and torso. Your skin shines a deep radiant emerald green with darkened patches of black freckles discolouring your goblin-like body. You glance to the side and hold your elongated, floppy ears now protruding out of your three-foot-tall frame. You're an absolute bombshell of a slutty, globin girl breeding-slut. With hips that could bounce on a regular-sized dick and tits that still match your former human-sized frames obscenely milk-heavy jugs. A strange feeling contracts inside your loins, and a literal rung of discomfort strikes - [[You feel a rumbling and shifting inside your bowels.->You feel something a huge shift of movement in your bowels.]] Scat Warning - [[You feel fluid building in your pelvis, like a hard period cramp.->You feel fluid building up in your pelvis.]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Shirtless Exploration''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Grasping at the lining of your shirt, you tug the tight-fit garment up and over your head, letting them press into your chest before your tits spill free from their compressing confines. With your teeth, you start to tediously split the fibres more and more before it starts to shred up and tear. One after another, you craftily begin to stuff the trap holes with toughened bra protection. By the time the last hole is filled, the shirt is entirely unusable, leaving you bare-chested against the dangers ahead. With modesty, you cover your chest with one arm while pressing up against the disarmed wall. Reaching the end of the hallway with this careful method, you see the first steps of the stairwell. You start to notice tiny alterations that weren't in your house before. There are spikes lining the doorway to the stairs. When you get closer, the spiked steelwork descends and blocks your path with a heavy, welded steel-wrought gate. You contemplate trying to squeeze through it before you see a set of three buttons indented into the wall nearby. Your fingers aren't strong enough to press down on the [Green Button] Your fingers aren't strong enough to press down on the [Red Button] Press the [[Pink Button]]

->End of Demo]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Head Jettisoned''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- You can't even bother shifting your stance as you revel in the hot glow of your current situation. Your hands naturally rest underneath the massive overhang of your tender and sensitive chest buds. You squeeze your fingers into your tits and knead out the excessive fuckable sensations. You're so green and absolutely void of that useless height that just shat out your sundered ass. Your gut feels void of internals as you stare at the massive pile of shit that used to be some of you. Some of you used to be pale and pretty.. pretty and big.. big and stupid. Now you're a goblin, proud and short with a squirming, sensitive ass massaging at the side-lips of your drooling cunt. You feel two half-pound weights on the side of your head, the overgrown pup-ears of green flesh that droopily hang from your head, hearing every little peep and squelch squirting off your body. Your hands reach up and massage the outer lobe of each one, instantly reacting in a shudder and thigh-flustering loss of balance. You trip over and release your foot from that trap you activated a bit ago. You circle your fingers around your ears as you fucking high-time cream your overgrown pants. You slightly flinch as the carpet trap hurls a massive steel blade slicing cleanly into your sexed-up throat. Your wrists crack open as flesh parts from bone, nothing remotely close to a clean sever as your green-hued blood dribbles from the side of your hands. The nape of your spine was hacked into and severed open. Your windpipe is ripped apart into blood-spraying ribbons as your puny green head and beautiful adorable, lustful eyes pop off your shoulders. You look down at your squirming, fearful body as it convulses and shakes. Your shattered, ear-fondling hands reached and wafted through the air where your twirling brain was. You thwack hard into the floor, plopping sternly in the brown shit-pile of yourself, your eyes half open, staring at your beautiful sexed-up body moments before it gives up. You see piss drivel running down your thighs, your neon green blood-squirt drooling from your throat stump, as it slathers your mounds of chest fat in a shower of hot mess. It ends swiftly after your last sight. You close your eyes just as your body collapses onto your head. You fully realize that whoever comes to check on you is gonna find a slut drooling arousal from her cold thighs whilst collapsed in a gorey mess of brutalization and shit smeared onto a perfectly good carpet. [The End]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Gob Down''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- As you drag your hand out of the way, the flat of your palm runs across the throbbing, half-hard clit protruding from your loin's cunt-hood. Revelling in the sudden hypersensitive afterglow of your climax, it feels too good. Your fingers pinch down hard and start to tweak your little nerve-cherry, rocketing pleasure through your thighs. You curl your toes and writhe, rocking your orgasm high for as long as possible. Panting like a feral dog, you press your fingertips against your underboob. Your tongue starts to feel heavy with saliva in your mouth as you hang it outside your pathetic, pleasure-hungry lips. Visions of grandeur and sex flood the blank space on the back of your eyelids. You see firm green-skinned cocks wafting their scent in front of your nose. You see brood-mothers egging you on, letting you get railed by a goblin tribe stranger whilst you dine on precious motherly cunt-folds. Your eyes snap out of it as you hear a slicing arc rushing through your throat. You try to cough as your eyes scan across the hallway. Instead, the taste of iron floods your mouth, and you dribble thickened globs of meat ribbons and blood out the side of your lips. Your head rolls uncontrollably to the side. Your cheek lands in a warm puddle of your own decapitated blood squirt. You stare at your throat stump convulse away from your head, and everything becomes -very- hazy. You try and panic and hyperventilate, but it becomes impossible. Exhaustion takes over, and you close your eyelids whilst your body spasms in orgasmic ecstasy. Far separated from the thoughts that controlled its muscles, your body writhes like a dead fish whilst an explosion of red piles out of your throat meat. The crunch and impact that severed your buttery windpipe and crunched your throat still echo waves across your body, especially in the toes that curl and slide their warm heels into the carpeting. Your cunt begins to leak every ounce of orgasmic tension as lust honey stickily wraps the insides of your soon unmoving thighs. Caught up in an unending orgasm that your fading brain and soul are trapped in. You weren't able to bypass a single trap. Your body is a slutty goblinoid reminder of failure. You died. [Game Over.] [[Go Back.->The Hallway]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Queen Crowned''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- The first deep scent that runs through your hyper-keen muzzle is the enchanting smell of your beast companion's testosterone-laced, bitch luring musk. Naturally, you try to ignore the fragrance, but your brain clicks differently now. Your priorities quickly change as you look across the room and towards the dog bed. You spot something that makes you drool. Your mouth naturally slacks, and you begin panting hotly. Your canine buddy's cage has a second dog bed and a pink, flower-laced collar crowned on top of it. You take cautious steps forwards as you feel the new weight of your fur. You're insanely curious as you spot the relaxing words stitched across the prepared collar. "Queen". You shoot your eyes back toward your father's dog. He calmly follows your steps and stays glued to your outer thigh, suddenly super well-trained. Yet, as the last shreds of the human girl attempting to escape this house mentally sling curses at your father's name. Your happy, cosy, and plushly soft body drops onto all fours and crawls into the cage. The intelligence that understands the situation dwindles into a simple, happy mindset. Your tongue hangs loosely out of your mouth, giving you a very dopey expression. [[Put on the collar.]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Dog Days''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- You wrap the collar fit for a dog girl named Queen around your neck. You feel it snugly clasped together as you get comfortable with your playmate. Complete relaxation takes you as you lay back in the dog bed, and worry leaves you as you completely forget. The next thing you remember is stretching your furred paws into the sky as you bask in the warm glow of a blue sky surrounded by beautiful green pastures. You're a collared work dog and your master's comfort pet. You forgot how to speak ages ago, but you still understand and cherish the praise you get for your hard work every day. You are Queen. Your king is sprinting across the pens, corralling the dumb, fluffy sheep. "Queen! Come here girl." your master calls, and you see the happy expression on your former father's smile as you hurry towards him. Like a well-trained girl, you drop down onto your knees in front of him as he awaits on the porch of your farmer's estate. He stares back at you as your big beady eyes look up at him, feeling lucky to be in his presence and receive his attention. His hand gently runs down the back of your neck as he pets eagerly into the depths of your puffy, long strands of fur. He puts his hands underneath your shoulders and gently lifts them while inspecting your slightly round stomach. A wave of fur parts as he presses over your firm, squishy rows of dog teets. "Yep." "A litter is on the way, that is certain." He sets you back down and taps against his leg to display his command to follow him. You don't fully understand until later, but your days accompanying King across the pasture stops for a little while. Becoming the best dog mom is your new purpose. [Game Over, technically.] [[Go back to last choice.->Be quick about getting to the ladder and ignore him.]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Hypno Button''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- You press the button, and a cute little display pops out of the wall. You move over and stare at the previously hidden panel. Your eyes blink rapidly as you're suddenly caught drooling because of an enchanting miasma of pink swirling colour flickering on the small screen. You hunch forwards and lock eyes with the small centred dot grabbing your attention. Your brain becomes irresistibly captured by the hypnotic pattern without a way to free yourself. Your mind actively shrinking within the first few seconds until the potential for deep thought becomes impossible. Your pupils start to fade as the reflection of the swirling video embeds itself inside your eyes. Another panel opens up above the screen, and a small metallic laser points a red dot at your head. A small, insignificant beam blasts into your forehead and causes your head to heat up with a blissful ache that swamps your thoughts. Your thoughts become a literal mush as your silly brain cells melt into a thickened pudding. You feel fluid start to leak out of your nose and ears, letting your memories and silly thoughts drain out of your brain-dead hypno'd body. The heat goes away and lets the vacancy of thought fill its warming embrace. The laser vanishes back inside the wall. You think about nothing but the spiral as it starts to issue commands at you. "Strip." [[Strip]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Strip''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- You already lost your shirt. You simply claw your fingertips into the hem of your skirt and tug downwards, letting the flimsy fabric slide down your smooth thighs in a clean, easy motion. Your eyes barely leave the screen for a second. You start to drool viscous strands of saliva down your chin and onto your chest. The warmth tickles your heightened, reaction-focused mindset. You breathe deep and refocus ensuring better focus on the swirling command prompts flashing brighter and quicker. Your torso presses against the wall while your lips and eyes sit mere inches from the alluring display. You hadn't imagined your first kiss would be raw against the glass surface of a happy-inducing thoughtless box, but you're also a happy, thoughtless girl. Your hips wiggle left and right as you feel premium delight standing naked in your home. The sensors and video cameras across the house dialled in and zoomed on the firm roundness of your heart-shaped ass. "Finger your holes." [[Finger your holes.]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Finger''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Dragging your tongue across the screen as fingers naturally obey their commands is your current purpose. Obedience relaxes you and causes a thin trickle of natural lubricant to drip from your curves. Your fingers press against the rosey love pedals between your thighs. Each finger is hungry to get closer to your sex pot as you spread your vulva lips open. You feel the fingertips press against your vestibule, applying light pressure before having inches pop through and sink into your contracting muscles. Gentle convulsions start to milk your hands as you finger fuck yourself with quick but delicate curved digits probing the inner walls of your cunt. You let your mouth open so beautifully, and darling moans spill from your lungs. You give a sweet-sounding voice to each of your natural lusts that you milk out of your loins. Your tongue is dragging across the screen as it commands you to press the button below it. You snap out of your sloppy kisses and notice a golden button. [[Press it]] [[Orgasm First.]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Art is thoughtless''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Unable to resist the commands, you raise your fingers and press down on the button. You bite hard on your lower lip waiting for whatever the display wants to happen. You press both hands firmly between your thighs, a single palm each to massage the rising eagerness burning up your rose petals. Breathing deeply heats the air with each exhale, and you start to unintentionally bring yourself to the peaks of a heart-racing orgasm. Your fingers pressed your tight pelvic lips, digging deep into your cunt and curling into a swift finger-fucking drive to orgasm. Your stupid, brain-less head forgets it has feet and ignores the chill of metal rising from the ground. A glance at your suddenly squirting loins shows a wave of golden hue travelling up your body, freezing you firmly in place. The smooth texture of your bare thighs coated in your sticky juice meld with gold, each naughty droplet of girl cum immortalized in gold as your fingertips are frozen to the heated lips of your labia. You drool without panicking as less body to think over feels even better in the empty void of your vacant skull. Your full-bodied hips are locked in a slight bend forward, forever presenting your heart-shaped, smackable cheeks to whoever passes by. Your aroused teets blanket over with the texture and depth of your perfect breasts flawlessly captured in art before your post-orgasm brain is transmuted into hard, valuable metal. Everything goes black as the petrification takes hold of your eyes and forehead. You're unaware that you're currently nothing more than a sexy display piece in a strip club. You're a funny gag that men get to grope as they enter to burn money away on their perverse thoughts. You don't get the benefit of retribution or an end to your story, only an exhibitionist's paradise of exposing your juicy body forever and ever. [The End] [[Back to major decision.->Decision Time]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''You're not a thought''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Pressing the button requires a free hand, and yours are occupied groping your pleasure-seeking nerve endings with soft and needed kisses. In the blaze of a heightening climax, you tremble to your knees and race toward the highest peaks of your leg-trembling, finger-shakingly good mindless ecstasy. You start to break as you bite your lower lip and fall further to the floor. The impact of your back against the carpet floor adds another depth of texture lavished against your sensitive body to the high-heavens. Your second-hand reaches down and clips two fingers around your engorged clit-cherry and starts to squeeze with the rhythm of your quickening hands. In one smooth arch, your legs push back and cast your pelvis upwards. You let out a glorious tide of fem-squirt ripple from your loins. Crystal-sticky fluid splatters the inside of your thighs and the cute display on the wall. You see a slight sparky fizz of electricity spark out the display's power supply whilst bridging a strike of lightning up your spray. You recoil and collect yourself following a voltage shock that runs through your well-used clit. You stand up and see that the gate has started to raise. Whatever you were doing, whoever you were and whatever memories they might still have, Passed! However, Uh, your thoughts are still like, in a puddle of brain melt on the floor... Who needs a brain to like, save their dad anyway. [[Onwards to the Living Room.]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''End of DEMO''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- You've reached the end of the timeline for the first release of this CYOA by getting to the living room. You're encouraged to play through all your other choices, but the bimbo/canine end as soon as they reach the kitchen. While the Hallway-goblin path has so much fucking content. I'm really a whore for goblins. Thank you for playing! If you wish to support Poppy and encourage her smut publication, consider donating to her Patreon! ^^ (link: "Patreon")[(goto-url: 'https://www.patreon.com/user?u=61936380')] [[Back to start of the game.->IC INTRODUCTION]] [[Back to major decision.->Decision Time]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Bounce me, Big Boy!''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- You'd attack this lout for trespassing on your father's house, but one look at a solid piece of real man dick dangling like a horse's cock made your cunt drench your thighs like a fire sprinkler putting out a sudden HEAT. "I know you're confused. I am confused. We should work it out while having sex, like right now." - You close the gap on cock, swaying with quick little steps. The stranger doesn't seem threatened by a half-naked incubus the height of his waist. "Where did you come from?" He asks, at least trying to start an open dialogue by the time you have your small hands grappling around his cock. "Fuck..~" You purr as you can't even wrap your finger's around it. The girth and size come from a half-chubbed human, all that meat you could choke on isn't even fully hard yet. Your tits press into his legs, leaning on him as it slides along your face, smushing your nose and forcing you to close one eye. The heat of your body makes it clench, pulsing in your grasp before you've even set to work. A fatty-warm dollup of ball-cream splatters your forehead before you pull back. Your hands push down, rolling his foreskin back with your fingers as you put the crown of his head against your lips. A single, light touch from your tongue starts to fellate him before you push a few more inches into your mouth. "Okay..." He gives your head and large, pointed ears a rewarding pet as you suck him off. Adept and moving, at least it doesn't seem that challenging to give him graces of pleasure that turn him into an erect, aching groaner. He isn't quiet about his wants as he slowly wraps both hands around your waist and picks you up. Tiny, that's what you are. You're so fucking tiny to him that getting picked up by the belly and turned around has you giggling in sheer delight. Your thighs part slightly, heels pushing against his knees as he lines his skyward pointed erection at your folds, pliably pushing them apart as he angles you for a -fuck-. [[Fuck FUCK FUCK!]] [[Spit Transformation Magic on him.]] (Blood Play Warning.)

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Goblin Spread''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- You charge at this poor motherfucker, striding from a standstill to leaping onto the couch. Your dexterity makes each bounce feel as natural as a cat-leaping. The only distraction comes from the point-of-gravity-shifting gob-boobs smacking you in the chin. Your foolish prey hunches over, reaching for the ground before standing tall to face you. Ohoh! OH HE HAS A GUN! HE PICKED UP A GUN! BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! Bullets rip into the couch, shooting fluff and feathers high into the sky, while other rounds pound into the ceiling, releasing dust across the floor. It didn't matter as he never got a chance to aim at you before your full hips were slamming into the sides of his face, leaving his panicked fingers to pull the trigger aimlessly at your house. Your ass-heft smushes inwards pliably while punching the solid bones of his well-chiselled chin. You bruise his cheek before sprawling to the floor, face-riding your new steed to the carpet. You squeak fiercely, biting your lower lip as the firmness of his nose digs between your cuntlips, squishing through your sensitive pink-pussy. You think you've bested him until his massive fucking hands squish around your waist, fingers digging into your stretchy belly. He lifts, but your thighs lock around his head. He tries to sit up, and you follow up, resting on his shoulders. Arms, thighs, teeth, you're strangling his blinded face with your hot-green appeal. "GIVE UP, MANLING! I NEED SEX." "GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" He shouts. "NOOOO! NEVER!!" Your teeth start to squish down on his inner ear, and you feel the tang of trace amounts of blood. It puts you into a frenzy as he keeps pulling on your hind meat, spanking and groping to get a firm grip around all your heft. Your tongue follows naturally after your bite, whipping around his earlobe to succulently appraise your new mate. After each deliberate lick, the flesh underneath starts to explode in length. Green flesh overwhelms his sickly pale scruff as he gets two suddenly pointed, feral-looking goblin ears sprouting from his head. "I WIN!" - You shout before finally being thrown to the couch, bouncing off it onto the coffee table. You're fine. Kinda. [[He starts turning into a hot lady goblin]] [[Your lover's dick shrinks, being a fem-boblin-boi]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Nuture Boi''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- His hands clutch at his ears, affectionally coaxing out a micro-ear-gasm in seconds as his expression tenses with disbelief. He slowly starts to siphon off his height into the air with a fresh, dazzling amount of steam baking the sweat and strain from his body. His beard vanishes, leaving cute, squishy, rounded cheeks and a gullet that could swallow balls. His hair shoots past his neck, rolling down his shoulder blades until it flicks and waves back and forth with a glossy raven-black hue. "Shit! You're cute." You purr, slowly rolling away from your injuries. He drops to your height, becoming a three-foot-tall pint of ass-heavy hips. His bare chest is overwhelmed with succulently smoochable green flesh. His pec muscles were once muscular, just like his biceps, but you transformed them into nearly flat canvasses of squishy boi-tits and plush weight. You sink your arms underneath his shoulders, pressing him into your boobs. He was looking pale, nearly about to pass out. "It'll be okay." You coo as he begins stammering and succumbing to the overwhelming lust that causes a cherry-red blush to flood his body. His guy-sized cock stuffs between your thighs. The green cascade washing over his body finally reaches his pelvis. His cock shrinks, inches turning soft and flaccid as you bounce back and forth, trying to side that cock into your cunt. It never reaches before becoming a tiny piece of manhood unable to stiffen up past his acorn-sized nuts. Every inch of cock is replaced by six ounces of ass slowly rolling over the pinnacle of his thighs, creating a smackable overhang of girly-butt meat on his slutty-frame. A single knead would stretch it out, revealing out sillily fuckable their bodies were, as if stretchy like rubber. Something pangs inside of him that slowly leaks pre-cum down his dicklet, splattering your inner legs. His prostate doubled, then tripled in size. A single cock smashing against his butt-buzzer could now give him an orgasmic heart attack. The strange home invader starts to whimper after his transformation. [[Literally Eat Him.]] (Vore Warning) [[Use him as trap-bait.]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Goblin Spread''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- His hands clutch at his ears, affectionally coaxing out a micro-ear-gasm in seconds as his expression tenses with disbelief. He slowly starts to siphon off his height into the air with a fresh, dazzling amount of steam baking the sweat and strain from his body. His beard vanishes, leaving cute, squishy, rounded cheeks and a gullet that could swallow balls. His hair shoots past his neck, rolling down his shoulder blades until it flicks and waves back and forth with a glossy raven-black hue. "Shit! You're cute." You purr, slowly rolling away from your injuries. The swiftly transforming goblin woman drops and hunches over, slamming a hand into the carpet while falling to her knees. Her centre of gravity is thrown off for minutes as the strength and muscle that lined her chest and arms repurpose into mesmerizingly bouncy tits. Vibrations overwhelm her belly as the fat displaces to her hips, flaring them out until she's as curvy as a wasp-like queen. She gets hefty around the ass and thighs, most of her soft enough to squeeze and stretch, yet a full-marauder's weight has to compact and go somewhere. Suddenly, she's taller than your goblinoid self by a foot, twice as dense and still shockingly muscular. You've made a worshippable Amazonian goblin woman who glares down towards you, finally finding her footing while you gawk at her perverted proportions. She still barely fits into her former shirt. "You fucked me up!" She growls, hands reaching around your neck as you're pulled into her chest, rebounding off of it while still getting choked. "Mm. You're the little bratling though, the one that set off all the traps. You live a pretty good life in this mansion." She's squeezing harder, and you gasp for air but only find your goblinoid mind aching for her to pulverize you harder. Your loins drench your inner thighs. "I might just take over your life. I doubt anyone will question a goblin transforming into a slightly hardier version of themselves." "Ahff." You jerk after hearing her plans, just barely able to slip from the choke-hold and head-butt her boobies. You fall right between her legs, and she's quick to snap them around your head. The pressure is immense, you feel like a watermelon ready to burst, and a non-pleasurable headache forms as you fight on. Those galleon jugs of thick thigh muscle slip, catching around your neck, choking you again as you get a few more seconds to think of a plan. [[Go for her pussy, she must crave the same sex you do~]] [[TV REMOTE TO THE FACE]] [[Use your tits, not your brain. UNITE]] [[Strength slipping quickly. Pray she renders you unconscious, not dead.]] (Bad End Warning)

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Bois are slop.''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- In a tender embrace, your mind begins to spiral on depraved thoughts. Any human inhibition that would stop you from pushing your toy over and railing your feminine goblin boy's mouth with your girl-drool, creating a bonding paste of pheromones, turns out, also doesn't stop you from drooling onto his shoulders. Hungry thoughts reveal your canines to him as you open your mouth. Your tongue drapes a pale drool over your lower lip, splattering his chest and chin. He gets one good look past your sharp, grey teeth and frantically squirms. The back of your throat looks like the doorway to death, black and bottomless, with minute muscles gulping down air and working it into your body. "Wait... Wait! It isn't the purge anymore!" the goblin boi pleads, trying to at least appeal that what you're doing is illegal now. Goblin laws, Goblin Rules, and Goblin Ethics ransack humanity from your thoughts. Your sly grip around his shoulders lifts, splattering his head onto your tongue. He tastes sweet, like a royal honey mixed with additional salt from his sweaty trembling. The steam that baked off all his raw, macho masculinity has left only the tenderest of nutrients for you to dine on. You gulp once, and his head and shoulders drag into your gullet, bulging your neck muscles. It strains you, creating a firm layer of exertion over your forehead, but each gulp compacts your meal into a uniform ball bunched into your belly. His goblinoid tail slurps like a noodle before the light clamps down and submerges him into your sticky, slime-infused guts. You flop onto the couch, exhaling steamy breaths that bake your thoughts. Every single bit of warmth in you right now is the chemical reaction of an oversized meal transforming into slimy, well-cooked food. Your thoughts of human life vanished in the last few minutes. You start acting irrationally, heeding every goblinoid instinct... SHATTER, CRASH. Your rapidly devolving thoughts burst you through your front window onto the lawn. It fucking -hurt- but now you're free to chase down other goblins, spread your infectious green-skinned complexion and live -freely-. But First: [[Shit Him Out]] [[Turn him into your fatty-assmeat.]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Decision Path''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Numerous hordes of goblins perish for the remainder to loot the trap-cleared dungeons. Today, should not be any different. You glance at your valiant warrior, ready to volunteer him to your collective success. Yet, this proximity has the buds of your milkers relaxing. Your goblinoid form, war matriarch that it is, starts spitting a succulent, warm cream down your squishy stress-ball chest. Registration and resignation, your valiant warrior's lack of muscle mass has made your hormones pity him so much, that you're lactating. A single hand digs into his hair and you slam his kisser against your left tit. Thighs tense together, knees rubbing as you squirm, the sudden press of his full weight into your liquid-bloated milker has gushed a cheek-stuffing amount of cream right through your sensitive tap. "Huff.. Fine. I guess you deserve something good before we venture forth. Kinsmen." Slowly cooing as your grippy hands turn into soft pets. He's draining you, filling his belly with lactose faster than a newborn. "Hhmf." You purr, and somewhat wouldn't mind if he lived. The question is... Where will he go? [[Fling him at the daunting front door. Where you're sure the most dangerous trap ever was.]] [[Walk Him to the Kitchen, towards the basement.. Still need to get there!]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Make a Shitpile''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Your tumble sprawls you out onto a heft of premium lawn grass. Your thoughts of goblin conquest vanish as the groan and gurgles of the furnace in your belly literally shake your noggin, rattling you. You begin panting like a bitch in heat with a tongue spayed out of your mouth as you drool in digestive pleasure. Every pound of weight that suddenly shifts, shunting energy into your limbs and gas and liquid through your lower digestives, makes you squirt. You ache for the end of this vorny purgatory, to move again! Every breath fuels the heat that melts your previous boyfriend. His body is a compacted pile of bones and tummy slime that rolls through your butt like a creeping mass. You're feeding off him right now!~ With squishy fingers digging through your belly meat, you watch as it shrinks. The pain from flying through your window vanishes. The aching deposits of stretchy chub pad out, flaring out your thighs and arms. Your titties extend past your belly, blocking your view as you concentrate on shunting the little goblin bitch-boi to your ass. Tension breaks against your asshole, every pound of faecal matter squeezes the toxic gut gas trying to weasel out of your ass. Your stomach liquifies, compacting a pouch of hot fuzzy bliss as you rob every nutrient from him. "I bet you were more nutricious when you had all your muscle, man." The boblin-boi retorts by shaking your thighs, or, the fart that he became shakes you as you relax, trumping a thunderous blast of his steamed shit cloud into the air. He ascends to some heaven, out of your fucking way as you roll to a squat. A single push splits your buttocks apart, spreading your cheeks as a thickened coil of bone-crusted shit hits the floor like bear droppings. It twirls, creating an alter of his life, killed in the purge. You pull apart the shirt he was wearing, wiping your ass as your predator body aches for more. Being stuffed as you wish for more, to constantly be growing, killing, and disposing of bodies like a serial killer. Perhaps getting a tribe could help you with that. Another ending was achieved! You're a goblin warrior, a soon-to-be orc with a high prey count. [[Go Back To The Last Choice->Transform him into a goblin with your hot mouth spit.]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''YES QUEEN!~''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Your tumble sprawls you out onto a heft of premium lawn grass. Your thoughts of goblin conquest vanish as the groan and gurgles of the furnace in your belly literally shake your noggin, rattling you. You begin panting like a bitch in heat with a tongue spayed out of your mouth as you drool in digestive pleasure. Every pound of weight that suddenly shifts, shunting energy into your limbs and gas and liquid through your lower digestives, makes you squirt. You ache for the end of this vorny purgatory, to move again! Every breath fuels the heat that melts your previous boyfriend. His body is a compacted pile of bones and tummy slime that rolls through your butt like a creeping mass. You're feeding off him right now!~ With squishy fingers digging through your belly meat, you watch as it shrinks. The pain from flying through your window vanishes. The aching deposits of stretchy chub pad out, flaring out your thighs and arms. Your titties extend past your belly, blocking your view as you concentrate on shunting the little goblin bitch-boi to your ass. His mind melts as his consciousness remains. You chat a bit as the last of his useless body turns into vapour and fat passing out both ends. He knows a little bit about uh, raiding and stuff, it turns out. This is gonna be such a good team~ You rise to your feet, noticing you've got a motherly body, tits filled with weight, not milk, and an ass that could birth a horde. Your belly has a perma-overhang, signalling to prey that you -have- ended someone before. At least, converting such a measly prey into sheer mass has made you tall enough to give the same signals. You power off, sprinting till you tire. You give the neighbourhood a taste of Purge 2.0. Feeding your gold addiction and appetite for the end of stupid tall species. It's great while it lasts. An Ending for Goblindom. Good Job!~ [[Go Back To The Last Choice->Transform him into a goblin with your hot mouth spit.]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Goblins at Work''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Fuck- The tap of your nip is dry, and each suck fills you with lust more than ease. A tiny goblin hand snaps against your soldier's face as you smack some attention into him. "HEY." "What...?" - He looks up to you, huge eyes filled with uncertainty. His worldview is so quickly guiled and persuaded. He shares the same want to find a tribe now, his instincts near enough to yours. You explain the whole situation. You're both in a trapped-filled house with stuff that A, will kill you or B, will fuck you. "What!!" He squeaks. "I don't want to die or turn into a pile of gunky goop." - "You could turn into a bikini though." You tease. "Wrapped around my bouncy body once we get out of here." He slowly nods, 'that doesn't sound so bad.' "Or, you could turn into a big man again, and I'd totally be your wife forever." He blinks a few times, gazing at your hot-ass goblin wife features. You're practically already serving him a milky dinner. "Wait... What if we just sit back and fuck? You want to fuck too right?" He brings up an excellent point but uhh- You push him towards the door. His waddling feet stagger through the carpet, near enough to the open door in the foyer. One after another, he seems so close! ZAAAAAP!!! Arcs of electricity pulse from one elongated green ear to the other, briefly lighting his earlobes on fire. The blue static that emanates from the laser-trap is brimming across his body. Every second, flesh bubbles his body and transforms his beautiful emerald hues into rubberized black. His little cock gets extra attention, stimming his shaft until it squirts the light out of his eyes with thick, pasty strands of nut-rope splattering the floor. First, the goblin boi's limbs shrink and compound into his torso. His body flares around the hips, all while his entire body shrinks. His expression vanishes into a puddle of malleable latex. Stun-locked by the bliss that has him falling to his knees, shrinking by the second until his mass is either cum squirting across your doorway, or, compacted into a readily-shaped silicone butt-plug, crowning his humiliating mess. [[Fuck that. To the Kitchen and Basement.->Goblin Kitchen]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Hip-Cladding''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Tussling, twisting and teasing, you manage to press your belly into the carpet as your head turns around. Your gaze shoots along her muscular figure to her face. She grins, glaring down at you as her abs flex, slightly shaking left and right to snuggly wrack each thigh firmly against your neck and take over your life. You sharply try and inhale, but your nose is buried in her pubic mound, nestling up and down between her pink as you try and breathe. Your jaw goes slack, and your tongue slowly rolls over your lower lip, bringing a deluge of saliva you couldn't swallow. You splatter against her pussy and feel her grip loosen around you. She moans, and you find a moment to return fire. Your fatty spade of a tongue drags taste buds across her wet netherlips. The freshly-transformed genitals are rosy-red, puffy, and extra squishy underneath each testing probe as you lap her cunt. It's like the muscular goblin-amazonian has a fucking tasty flesh-light straddled against her pelvis. The firm thickness of her thighs must squish up, teasing her every moment of her future life. You decide now that this is how you'll appease and take advantage after she's blown her energy gushing in your face. Unfortunately, the same powers that possess your body and spread your shenanigans apply to her as well. SQUEEZE!~ You're squished between her legs, practically flattening your head into a thin piece of fabric as you continue licking. Tremors of a new transformation run from your squished thoughts to your torso and beyond. Your mouth starts to feel dry as if you're lapping at a warm-silk blanket. Every inch of your devolves into a squirming, possessed fabric as she nears her orgasm. Her hands dig into what was your hair, you splay out between her firm grasp as she tugs you around her hips. Your body is gone in a few moments of the firm thighs tensing around your whole self, flattened into a pair of panties that now clings around her hips. Where you were diligently lapping her pussy, you now find your consciousness loosely creating a barrier over sopping wet, aroused, pumped-up cuntlips. She continues to finger herself, writhing on the floor with her knees knocking together, aching for release. She then bursts, overwhelming your pathetic brain with climax and crystalline honey spider-webbing across your fabric mouth. You're kept and cleaned eventually, never reverting to your former self as you learn to happily stay taut, stretched, and sexy around the goblin invader's child-bearing hips. Game Over - <3 [[Return to a Major Choice-> Living room]] Or [[Go Back->He starts turning into a hot lady goblin]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Must Watch!~''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Thrashing across the living room, you roll with your captor's choke-hold and knock into the table. The television remote, a dense, battery-packed mace, falls against your foot, and your dexterous toes clutch it. You roll it to your hands in a grand effort against her before swinging it back. BAM. You hit her in the cheek, loosening her grip. BAM! You get another knock-in. She yields to your strikes, her nose bloodied. You both roll to your feet in a quick grapple. You brandish your television remote, only to find she knicked it from your fingers. She stands three feet away, somewhat crouched and ready to fuckin-fight again. "You're good at being a goblin." You purr at her, distractingly swaying your hips back and forth. "You're good at taking a pounding." She replies. "We don't need to fight." You say, trying to convince her to get some cunt-laps from your tongue rather than bringing harm. "You're right. We don't... You just gave me a remote to this fucked up house. "So, goodbye!~" She presses a button aimed at your head, and it hits fucking hard. You don't even see the electricity pulse your brain like a microwave, but you feel it drain your thoughts out of your silly-fucking-skull. Steam and smoke vents pink-vapor from your ears as your head is zapped and transported. Your eyes roll up into your skull, and your legs wobble and tremble before you slump -HARD- onto the ground with a sickening thwack. Your body is brainless, essentially dead, as your consciousness and thoughts get digitalized suddenly and effectively. The television flicks on. It is where you are now. Among the static is a cute little goblin trapped in a tiny box, staring over the living room with the perspective and size of a mouse. You see your motionless physical shell getting toyed with by your 'killer'. She uses that same remote to grow herself a fatty-fucking cock like she previously had and pounds your body into a paste against the carpet. Your real self might as well be a two thousand dollar sex doll, warm and cuddle-able as she bites your neck and pulls your hair. You're in stasis... Until the television channel changes to some skimpy porno site. You see humans larger than any of your college mates. Their cocks slung past their knees, half-hard and hung. You're fucked, mentally and physically, a constant spectator to perversions, dangerous movies, and boring dramas. Have fun, TV Starlet~ Game Over - <3 [[Return to a Major Choice-> Living room]] Or [[Go Back->He starts turning into a hot lady goblin]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Boobies R U''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Damn, you've created a monster. Held down, degraded, squished with your hair and face smushed by succulent haunches. You barely drive your heels into the ground, lurching your torso skywards into your attacker's toes. A thwack and squish sound out, her feet splaying over your milk buds, edging out thin rivets of goblin lactate. Vibrations have your knees touch together as you fend off a sudden orgasm, knowing the same transformation feeling as before makes your body soft, squishy and pliable. She tries to spread her legs, kicking off your tits to find them -stuck-. Her squeeze around your neck halts as she crunches to a sit-up, staring down at her ankles being absorbed into your rounded-out, growing mammaries. You feel the first pulse that sucks her in further, converting her lower body, muscular thighs and ample bottom into a shapeless wobble, growing your extra-hefty milk-makers dense and squeezable. You plant both hands underneath, cupping them like a bra while the growth surges them between your thin fingers. "Shouldn't have been so.. mean! Dummy." A singular insult leaves your lips as you watch her whole body vanish inside your body, like a genie forced back into their golden lamp. Their struggle barely lasted a moment as the overwhelming bounce, shake and lavish pleasure of becoming a goblin's cock-milking rack, stuffing out a bra or shirt, clearly hooked them on being a submissive, pliable pair of chest-puppies. "Ohf.. You're gone entirely." You continue to knead them underneath your fingers, toying with your new size. You'll need a whole new wardrobe if you ever wear clothing again. They've expanded your milk taps by a few inches, creating kissable dinner plates adorning massive tits. A single squeeze around your nubs makes you aroused, and a second brings you to the verge of orgasm. You stem off a completely boob-related orgasm as you stand to your feet. A single mission in mind with further challenges awaits as you make your way to the kitchen. [[Goblin Kitchen]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Dumped & Replaced''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- A minute earlier, your head was about to splatter like a fucking watermelon squeezed between two thighs like a goon-whore's preferred method of suicide. Your neck is aching, and your arms give up the fight despite how much it hurts. Her tensing, squeezing, it never relents. Her arms pose behind her as she takes the stoic pose to choke the fucking life out of your pathetic neck. You haven't breathed in a hot moment, and colours start to burst and flare around you like dazzling sparkles. Each light and pretty colour is nerve-ending, exploding and dying in your slutty brain as she deprives it of blood and oxygen. Who knew Hypoxia could feel that fucking good. Your legs splay out while hers tighten up. You know your cunt spreads in response, creating an open cunny of girl drool to leak out of both lips, one cascading onto her legs while the other starts to soak an orgasmic puddle through the floor. "I didn't know I was that sadistic." She purrs, a hand pushing through your scalp as she tugs on your head. She pulls, yanking your neck back to stretch it out. Her legs instantly respond, squeezing in the excess space of skin-to-skin contact. She's aroused, dampening the back of your head as she murders you. "I'm gonna twist now, and you're going to die." She calmly states before her ankles lock together, creating the perfect mechanism to roll her legs over each other, smashing whatever is between those immense killers. You feel freedom for a moment as your eyes shut before a sickening POP dislocates your vertebrae. The violent recoil from her legs crunching through your wind-pipe, permanently squeezing it closed, has your body shudder, gush a puddle between her merciless pose, and fall limp for the rest of time. You made her a perfect doppelganger. She carries you out and dumps a faceless body in the river behind your house. When the purge is long in the past, she lives a swell life, reverting to a college-fairing adult. She attends an Ivy League school on your parent's dime. She reconnects with the boyfriend you dumped a few years ago, and overall, she forgets who she was and who you were. Game Over - <3 [[Return to a Major Choice-> Living room]] Or [[Go Back->He starts turning into a hot lady goblin]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Latex-Ensappment''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Together you'll live in harmony, together you'll both have wild-fucking sex, together you'll--- You give your hopeful little optimist a push towards the kitchen. It's a spacious entryway where the living room carpet becomes long, flat white tiles. The transition isn't just a doorway; it's an open slot to the side of a bar where one half has a sitting arrangement that overlooks the stove and the sink. A careful step brings your goblin boy-toy through the choke point, leaving his bare feet against the cold tile. The first tile depresses underneath his weight. The ensuing trap springs metallic cuffs from the ground that snag his ankles. He topples onto all fours, held in place. "You're doing great!" You reassure him and spectate. Another set of metallic cuffs drags his wrists against the tiles until his ass is wobbling in the air, showing off that gravid-bubble butt and pathetic little cocklet. Your lusts are in over-drive, seeing such a vast, spankable plot of land getting bound down and hog-tied. A creeping slime rolls from the cuffs and living latex consumes his feet and hands before crawling up each limb. He coated from head to toe in a hardening reflective rubber, losing all sense of goblinoid self. "Are you all right?!~" You call out. The latex wraps over his nuts and plunges into his ass, expanding out the weight of his hind heft. He explodes in response to your question, squirting out thickened ropes of boi-seed across the tiles. It seems whatever just sodomized his poor rear created a stiff, solidified prostate squeezer crammed three inches up his butt. He trembles before another orgasm ropes cum across the tiles again. He is petrified in the living latex. His goblin visage is replaced with a gag, muzzle, and blindfold of black tar that wracks his features, creating a uniformed drone-like expression. His little cock is wrapped like a condom and bulges out, creating a shapeless genitalia that might not even exist. He's writhing in pleasure as you step on his back and use him like a bridge, you gauge where next to go. [[Goblin Kitchen]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Actual FUCKING SEX''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Your knees click together as your rump tightens up into a beautiful, shapely heart filled with mass that your lover digs into with his hands. A single prick against your cherry-red lust has you squirming to his wants. The blunt head of his shaft pushes in, squishing your folds with a soft, resisting indentation before it snaps back around him, squeezing him hard as he penetrates. He pumps a few inches into you, obliging your need to fuck. It isn't long before you're in a steady rhythm, legs flying up and down as he rams your core from the base of his cock to the tip, slamming back again and again. The standing fuck that has pre-cum painting your insides quickly turns into a couch fuck, with your face smushed against soft cushions as your shoulders are pounded into them, followed by the rest of your plump, adoring body. Your breath stammers in your chest as you moan, each one fucked out of you like a singing drum. It gets -loud- being drilled in, from the sounds of your stud bruising your ass to the swinging nuts spanking your clit. THWACK!~ THWACK!~ THWACK!~ Thighs tense up, the stranger isn't close to climax, but you're about to hit your third squealing orgasm as a gush of fluid spurts from your loins in a wet spray. He rewards you with a fat spank on your bottom, marking it red as you come close to hitting another. His arms roll under your shoulders, locking you to his torso as his large frame fucking smothers you, towering over you, controlling your pretty-little cunt. [[Take Control of Him ->insert something here]] [[Rub your pussy, lose yourself to him. 'Gasm~ Gasm~ Gasm~]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Slut-absorbed''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Flexibily spreads your knees further apart as he drives his dick deep into your sopping fuck-petals. Nearly doing the splits, your eyes begin to roll into your head as your tongue lulls out of your mouth. Heavy breaths slip from your agape mouth as you moan harder and louder. Finally, being slammed down, face smushed against the cushions as he leaks cream into your honeypot, you roll your hand down past your squishy bulged belly into your goblin-bush, playing with your trenderized girl loins like jelly. You spray intensely and suddenly, a trigger pulled that rocked your fucked-expression into uncontrollable shaking, tensing, and leaking along his thighs and cock. His legs don't stop, splatting and smearing your fiercest orgasm's gush like glue between your legs. The dominating heat from your rip-corded loins starts to make your thighs, feet, and hips numb. Your battered ass is slam-fucked with a peachy-red as he absorbs your mass into his body. The loose transformation magic sparked by the intensity of your rutting has the balls of your ankles slipping into his thighs, thickening them and giving them a feminine weight distribution that plumps out his figure and sways with each cock-drag away from your hips. You notice, right away, as the tingling in your toes becomes the sensations of wobbling heft to a fuck-hungry dom. You attempt to pull away only to have a hand slam into your back to keep rutting, he hasn't cum yet. You buckle over, getting pressed down and absorbed into his steadily feminising frame. You grant him height, size, and girlish heft. Those perfectly squishy boobies become milfy mammaries gravidly holding onto his chest. It happens pretty swiftly after he collapses on top of you. You sludge into his torso before your conciousness and mass is evenly disburced across the newly-crowned and padded out herm. You feel inches of your mind pumping underneath her grip as inches of cock. "Fuck!~" she mewls, pounding the fucking couch cushions like she was you, cock flinging wildly before those nuts tense up, squished underneath what used to be your femininely fuckable thigh-pudge. Squirting wildly in the air with both hands cupping newly inflated tits, she breaths deep with sweat rolling down her brow, chest and ass. A single SMACK follows after your orgasmic transition into their padding. A non-verbal spank as they get the fuck out of your wild house, becoming a queenly dominant while you're nothing more than a memory, a stain splattered across a couch cushion~ Hardly anyone but your new mistress knows of your fate. Bad End!~ <3 [[Go Back->Fuck FUCK FUCK!]] [[Go Back to A Major Choice-> Living room]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''You fucked a Monster, and liked it!~''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Hips drive into yours, clapping you so fucking hard that your belly bulges with thunder-fucking pistons to your seed-voracious womb. Your legs kick up in the air with every slutty drive downwards, clit kissing nuts before being lifted a foot skywards again and again. You turn to him as he batters your cock-squeezing garden, trying to get him to cum before you explode every dribble of girl gush in your body. You smear your face into his manly smell, huffing the fumes that erode your senses with the sheer palpable kiss of his testosterone. You turn into a lapping tongue slave, simply smearing your tongue along his chest as you ride up and down, gyrating fat-squished hips against him. He smacks your ass once as a reward, pounding those cheeks with his huge hands engulfing your flanks. Soft, green flesh splayed out between his fingers, squishing like rubber to his grasp. The transforming powers that overwhelm your body soon start to overwhelm him. The tongue smear of spit sparkles as the flesh underneath goes a pale white, like a fresh blanket of snowfall spreading from his core to his shoulders, then down to his fingers. His hands become sharpened claws, and his muscularity begins to pulse. The noticeable, sex-strained veins along his body start to vanish one by one, leaving a void of a man pounding the shit out of you. Keeping track of his orgasm becomes hard. No longer looking at his eyes or flesh, you tuck your moaning into your shoulder as you reach a peak. UNENDING thwacks against your bottom, powering-slamming through your climax, makes your dribble of slime around his cock-meat pulse before spraying, splattering him fiercely. Your bent-up legs leave just cunt to shoot and spray against him, causing him to slow down and feel the warmth showering his feet and inner thighs. You expect a reward through the haze, a pat on the head or an even more invigorated rutting. Instead, you see his face stretch-taut over his skull, weakness apparent. He hisses like some feral beast before exposing two enlarged fangs. "Oh! You're a fucking GHOUL! A VAMPIRE!" You exclaim. [[Immortality beckons, enthralled or not, a never ending fuck keeps you in his clutches.]] (Prepare to die and be reborn.) [[Flee ->Goblin Kitchen]] (Skip bad-end.)

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Vampirism is hot''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Arms interlock under your shoulders, keeping you trapped and locked in his grasp. His unsteady, weak legs, starved of blood, collapse him to the floor. Your back arched and ass perfectly socketed onto his cock, like an ornament to a depraved ritual. You squirm, clench, and try and push your hands into his face to make him behave a little more gently- but you did this to him. Through playing with powers you never understood, this stranger is starving, moments away from fading. His gyrations and struggles to lurch into your neck pound his hips further into yours. Cock twitching and angling squarely against your sweet-honey pot, as soon as he has the strength to orgasm, you'll be bloated, ensnared and filled with his 'spawn' of the night. [[Let him drain you fully.]] [[Feel his bite bleed and bring you to undeath.]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Vampirism weds you.''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Whatever happens, you are his. With simple, tense squirming, every clench along his length makes you rise in building pleasure. The pound of his hips clapping into your rear is soft and bountiful, and the moment you became a goblin, you knew the first male you found was -yours-. You didn't expect it to be an immortal pairing, but the submission in your matronly mind eagerly awaits your -death-. Soft fangs near your craned neck, the expanse of succulent flesh, any mortal's weak spot exposed to him deliberately. You don't make him hunt, you don't make him pull, you bear what he -needs- into his salivating expression. A single gulp rolls down your throat, bulging it out before he bites. The needles in his mouth turn to full fucking daggers plunging his twin pricks through your throat. It's electric, making you spasm away instinctively. The brain resists your ritual, but your future husband holds you down and drains litres at a time. Your heart is stripped of all its agency as each ounce of blood leaves your feet and hands. A shallow pale flesh replaces the emerald green hue of your skin tone. Your eyes haze, and without much warning, a pounding in your heart grows tremendously painful... To become undead, to transform into an immortal bride... You -must- die. A cascade of unslurped blood leans down your neck, covering over your pale-titties. You grow cold and slack, leaning on your husband to support your weight. In a passing moment, your eyes grow cold and unmoving, lifeless. Your brain starves, and your flesh begins to die. Yet, you've made your husband strong. He releases his bite, leaving both pin-pricks to squirt blood until your heart stops gouging and thrashing... Necromancy runs through your muscles, animating them a few short moments later. You don't breathe to life, instead, you flash open your eyes. Two fangs elongate in your mouth, giving you a formal chiselled femininity of eras past. Your eyes beat and shift into a lethal, terrifying red. The wound begins to heal in your neck, leaving the wet blood highlighting your undead, pale beauty. Then your husband begins to stir to life, envigorated, powerful, and looking undeniably handsome. You're permanently charmed, you know, but you couldn't care. You don't speak unless spoken to by your quiet lover. He groans aloud and holds you on all fours, rutting the remainder of your prior love session again and again until night falls once more.. Forever in love~ An End. [[Back?~->Get the big dick to impregnate you.]] [[Back to a Major Choice-> Living room]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Vampirism kills you.''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Oh fuck!~ You're about to die squirting, mounted and rutted by the beast that sees you as blood and meat. Your heart is pounding through the roof, your eyes-cross in anticipation, understanding that your veins will gush like a fucking water fountain down his throat. His back arches unnaturally to drive his cock-hammer against your cervix, creating a full body-to-body lock. A hand digs into your hair, pulling hard and craning your skull to the side. The emerald green flesh, wrecked with sweat, pinches underneath the vampire's lips. The soft, succulent kiss comes with two firm pricks that slowly slice into your neck. The needle sting becomes full-length daggers as he BITES. You gulp once as your neck bathes in warmth. You're a feeding straw with every ounce of liquid in your body that sucks through your neck. The feeling of fluids rushing unnaturally against your heartbeat has you dry-heaving for relief. Your eyes start to haze as you glance at your own hands. They're drying up and growing pale, losing pounds of muscle density as if rapidly ageing, withering. He grows stronger and more handsome, like a macabre killer straight from your wildest dreams in appearances. His eyes begin to charm you with their radiant red, you couldn't be happier. The thoughts that strike you, as he grows in strength, he probably regains a plethora of powers, vanishes. You're doing this because you need to. Despite being the first encounter, you love him with all your life. Your heart is twitching and beating irregularly, all agency over his single role stolen as blood leaves your legs and your fingers. You can't lift them anymore. He doesn't keep fucking you with all that strength. Could you even imagine putting your dick in a savoury dinner? The hair clutch pulls your useless form from under him as he brings you closer. You feel words leave your mouth.. "Please~ Enjoy me. All of me." - you couldn't ever imagine giving yourself and your soul so easily, yet you absolutely must. Your vision fades to black as your brain starves of blood. You're a withered, disposable corpse underneath his sucking aspects, and even after you're considered dead, he keeps draining you until there is less than an ounce of lifeblood left. He admires his new powers, sudden narcissism overwhelming his thoughts as you don't even get a -thankyou-. You're hidden away, disposed of in the basement, buried under six feet of soil. While the powerful killer of your wildest fantasies roams completely free~ Bad End. [[Back?~->Get the big dick to impregnate you.]] [[Back to a Major Choice-> Living room]]

//''The Day after The Purge |''// //''Loot Acquired!''// [[Restart->OOC INTRODUCTION]] - -------------------------------------------------------------------- With your tongue splayed over your mouth, panting like a feral hound, each breath is an avid hot mist from a growing smile. Legs splattered together, hard-humping hips into hits with wet claps and splashes. Your dexterity leaves you confident enough to retain control and sense, especially when your mate pauses to gulp down his building drool. A hand retreats from tugging your hair and making you his couch-slammed bitch to wipe off the sweat from his forehead. "Getting tired?" You purr less like his fuckable kitten, and more like a seductive cougar. You twist your sweat-slicked ass into the cushions, staring eye-to-eye before pinching his chin. His free hand cups under your back and pulls you up, pointing his cock skyward as gravity slowly fucks a few inches inside of you. Clenching muscles milk it as you focus on the stamina problems of your bull. "Just relax.. Close your eyes." You soothly say as you gyrate your hips, held firm on half his length. His mushroom-headed prick pumping pre-cum against your splattered, stretched cuntlips. "Mhmf.." He moans. The magic within you has started to swell up again, fueled by the unsatisfied need in your loins. Pure greed in your goblin's desires starts to transfer to him. The balls of his ankle, feet and wrists shine a hot-white fire as it painlessly burns up his limbs. Hardened-Hot-Gold consumes him, inch by inch, as he closes his eyes and gives himself to your calming words. His grip drops a hole foot, slamming you hip to hip as you bounce and pump his cock like a spider-monkey. Doughy, soft hips and clenching milking pulses start to make him twitch, his nuts tightly packing against his undercarriage. The inanimate transformation has raced to his shoulders, his chest, he embraces the everlasting pleasure while you're held in place. He starts to squirt ropes of lava-hot seed, pure gold rivets flecking through his nut. He clenches again and again, flooding your belly until you swell gravidly. The gold overwhelms his eyes, turning them into a featureless wealth, shaped like a burly, perverse man. As his mind and muscles go to sleep, the last ounces of flesh squirm in pleasure, forever stuck in the peak of climax. You breathe hotly, sweat-soaked, well-fucked and gravid from your bull's last cream.. It takes a moment, but you're able to slide off and hurry to the kitchen, you'll help or loot him later. [[To the Kitchen!->Goblin Kitchen]]