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A sleek, beautiful jet soars across the sky. It rips through the clouds as the ground shrinks away to 43,000 feet below. Inside the plane, there are six people. The pilot and co-pilot enjoy their time as they receive more-than-adequate compensation for their services. Two bodyguards sit among the seats, calm but ever-vigilant. Then there’s easily the most important person in the area, Princess Nahiri of Xhosibia.

With a GDP that amounts to 80% of the entire African continent, there isn’t an inch of her body that could ever resemble a “commoner”. Adorned with pure golden jewelry as various bands and earrings, there was an almost blinding twinkle to her. There was great contrast with her gilded apparel and ebony skin, truly elevating her empyrean aura.

For one of the richest women of the world, she was only fit for even more grandiose spoils. Nahiri was currently flying to the United States, where she was to meet her fiance, Zoe. There was no relationship in existence that could ever see her as a “subservient” figure, so finding such an effeminate subject that was willing to submit to her was a nice circumstance, indeed.

Even now, she looked down to one of the first photos he had ever shared with her. Blue hair, styled into a pixie cut that obscured his right eye. A positively tiny body, not an inch higher than 4’11. Skinny arms and a tiny waist complemented his petite figure, but it was all juxtaposed by his round, jiggly ass. Clad within acid-wash denim, his jeans left little to the imagination.

Seeing how his creamy thighs bulged through the rips, Nahiri could not contain her royal marker any longer. A thick, pulsing rod rose from her groin, tenting obscenely from her Ankara dress. At its full height, Nahiri possessed a monstrous 16 inch long penis. She rolled up her dress to fully expose her nethers, also revealing two low-hanging nuts comparable to chicken eggs.

The princess closed her eyes and relaxed, preparing to exhibit a skill she had honed over the years. With a tensing of her thighs and slight gyration of her hips, her testicles began to clench. They throbbed and bounced against the immaculate upholstery; until with 1, 2, and 3 thrusts, Nahiri orgasmed without contacting her penis once. Her cum spattered onto the next three rows of seats. Globs shot from her cum cannon, filling the plane with her smell. After she was done, Nahiri simply pulled her dress down and continued like nothing happened.

It’s not an ideal way to relieve myself, but it shall suffice in a pinch, the princess thought to herself. Nahiri believed quite strongly in the advantages of “control”. With that, she honed her ability to exert it in any way possible. One such display of capability was full body control. As unruly as her penis could be, Nahiri could influence it however she wanted. She could control her erection easily, suppressing or engorging it at will. She managed to gain a sense of prehensility with it as well. It was also not too recent that Nahiri had unlocked the option to ejaculate only using the slightest of body movements, an awesome display of fine motor control.

With her arousal now dealt with, Nahiri could continue thinking about what her plan of action should be once she gets to America. Her salacious line of thinking naturally lent directly back to more thoughts of those delightfully creamy thighs…

***

An ornate limo with solid black tint rolls to a stop after travelling up the hillside. Onyx heels take their first steps out the car, revealing the rest of Nahiri’s statuesque body. As she strides to the front door, more of Zoe’s mansion comes into full view.

Perfectly trimmed bushes, Roman-style fountains, and a marble driveway all come together to form a truly exorbitant exterior. The sun’s rays hit the water within the nearby pond to provide a naturally dazzling atmosphere around the mansion. Nahiri gives a curt nod, showing her appeasement regarding her fiance’s sense of decor.

As Nahiri rings the doorbell, a melody of birds echo within the house. A tiny moment later, a woman dressed exactly like a Victorian era maid opens the large door, and lets the princess in.

It was not long before a white blur launched into view, its diminutive form burying himself within Nahiri’s head-sized breasts.

“Omigod! Omigod! Omigod!!! You’re finally here! I was waiting soooo long for you to come, but I actually get to see you now!” Zoe practically screamed, his excitement oozing out of his reddened face.

“Yes, I have arrived. I am pleased to see that you anticipated my arrival to such an excessive degree.” Nahiri responded. Towering over him at 5’10”, Nahiri could only see his mop of blue hair bouncing up and down. However, with his erratic movement, she could also see his fat backside jiggle quite well. Within the second, Zoe felt a solid rod poke directly into his stomach. Realizing what it was, he jumped a bit.

“Oh yeah! I forgot, you must be sooo pent up! Let me deal with that for you~” Zoe smiled. “We can go back to my ro-“

“No. I’ve waited far too long to experience your bursa escort bayan body. Get on your knees, right here.” Nahiri demanded. Without a word, Zoe dropped down, his heart fluttering. The African dominatrix pulled up her dress in a swift motion and tossed it away, revealing her slightly muscled form and throbbing cock.

With her skin fully exposed, Zoe could get a look at the body he’d waited so patiently for. A slight sheen of sweat covered Nahiri from head to toe. The magnificent gloss, paired with her perfectly smooth skin gave an appearance that could be mistaken for shiny obsidian.

Especially as she stepped closer, the affluent twink became more overwhelmed by perfection. The musk that came off of her body was nothing short of intoxicating; beeswax and earthy body oil wafted around Nahiri. It stunned him for so long, he didn’t realize that her cock had risen to its full potential.

Standing at its ruler-shaming length, she shoved it straight down her fiance’s throat in one go, creating a bulge in his neck. Bottoming out shortly after that, Nahiri pressed her pubic mound directly against Zoe’s cute button nose. Retracting so that only the head remained inside, Nahiri prepared for another full thrust.

The way that Zoe’s throat was forced to expand, the texture, the moisture, his reciprocation of each thrust; it all came together to prove how much he prepared himself for this moment. His dedication to please and talent for cocksucking almost broke the royale’s steely exterior. Admittedly, Nahiri was entranced by Zoe’s performance, so much so that she didn’t realize her climax approaching as fast as it was.

Her grip on the twink’s head tightened, her balls scrunched, and her toes curled as cum spewed directly into Zoe’s stomach. Pump after pump deposited into him. Low guttural moans came in sync with the rise and fall of her nuts. Before long, his flat stomach started to develop the slightest bulge.

With a satisfying pop, Nahiri’s head released from Zoe’s mouth. He let out a small burp and slouched over on the pristine floor. With a long exhale from her nose, she dismissed the rest of her arousal and basked in her first official spoil. The heir of the multi-trillion dollar commercial structure just bent to her dick and would likely beg for more any moment. A proud smile began to creep along her face, until her gloating was cut short by the entrance of two unexpected meddlers.

“Yo, Zoe! I know that phat ass isn’t hiding from me! You’re late for an appointment from Doctor D! Ha ha!” The subsequent cackling alone was enough to turn Nahiri’s expression into a loathsome scowl. She turned around slowly to see two figures walking in her direction.

One moved with a sort-of exaggerated swagger. Whether it was because of her ample hips or general lack of class, Nahiri couldn’t tell, but she moved with an aggravating gait nonetheless. The reversed baseball cap added to the “wannabe punk” aesthetic. Her breasts casually bounced up and down within her stained grey sports bra. The mounds themselves looked a couple sizes too large to comfortably fit, adding to the risk of a wardrobe malfunction. The similarly unkempt sweatpants were quite baggy, but the sides were stretched by the aforementioned motherly waist.

However, the centerpiece of this pugnacious woman could easily be her elephant trunk of a cock, jutting plainly from the hole in her pants. Even considering her thighs’ considerable girth, they were eclipsed by the futa’s own monster. Looking to reach a full 2 feet, it battered the fronts of her legs as it swept side to side. Yet, the ruffian moved as though it hardly affected her at all.

Her companion looked notably different, although no less bizarre. While the vivacious one of the two could easily be described as “curvy”, this one shared the same title with a different connotation. Her curves were so prodigious that they spread to all parts of her body. Her calves jiggled as she walked, her belly swung with forceful momentum, and her puffy cheeks rippled with each step she took. The woman’s most obvious asset would easily be her bottom, though. The weight stored in her ass alone could threaten sofas single-handedly. Even Nahiri questioned if she would be able to penetrate that wall of lard if she attempted to lay with her.

The source of her mass was made apparent by the hoard of food stored by her. A baker’s dozen of bavarian creams, 5 hotdogs, 3 cups of ramen and an entire bucket of fried chicken had all been scarfed down in the mere moments it took for her to close the distance. Her chubby fingers moved with blinding speed, and her mouth was even more fervent in its hedonistic consumption.

After finishing her analysis, Nahiri still could not understand who these two could possibly be. Her eyes narrowed in confusion.

“Zoe, tell me who these impertinent trespassers are! Clearly they are too unruly to be part of your staff!” Zoe, still slightly dazed from his cum-coma, sat up and burped.

“Oh yeahhh… Nahiri, these are my girlfriends, bursa escort sitesi Betsy and Marie!”

The air surrounding the room became still and frigid. The lights dimmed and all three Americans could feel a pressure building behind their eyes. The tension became more and more tangible until the Xhosibian ruler decided to speak.

“Girlfriends. That insinuates that there are people in this world who have an ‘equal’ claim to you as I would. That insinuates that I would ever be considered comparable to these plebeians. That INSINUATES that there is someone in this world who would not be completely fulfilled by my sexual dominance!” Nahiri’s voice boomed throughout the mansion. Every word and syllable that came from her mouth served to both intimidate and arouse the others, evidenced by their steeled members.

“It would be a pure insult to accept myself as relative to these two. You have proven yourself fit for my association, so I will not punish you, Zoe. However, the presence of these two cannot be ignored, so I will reveal something more to you. All of you.”

Nahiri spread her feet and assumed a grounded pose. She breathed deeply and sharply, as if she were emptying her mind. Then, her intentions were made clear as her recently relieved member snaked down her thigh and rose out once again. It achieved full hardness within seconds, but for some reason, its rigidity continued to increase past what a normal person should be capable of. The veins already spidered across her onyx-colored rod pulsed and thickened, the thickest of which approaching the girth of pencils.

This technique clearly took conscious effort from Nahiri, as an additional vein spread across her forehead. However, her stony expression would never allow the princess to show any level of weakness.

“Now… this is how I shall *punish* you. Raunchy girl, approach me. Now.” She shot a glare of pure, unbridled contempt.

“Tch, bitch! There’s no WAY you’re talking to ME like tha-” sound ceased to come from Betsy’s lips, as if they were silenced for her. The dickgirl’s eyes glazed over as she shuffled in front of Nahiri; almost like she was being forced against her will. Betsy could not take her eye’s off of Nahiri’s imposing cock, although she had a larger one. Even when she dropped to her knees, leaving mere inches between her face and the cockhead, the sassy girl could not dare to look away.

“Haah… now, bow your head and say goodbye to your former lover.” Nahiri spoke with a damning tone. Betsy tried with all her might, but a mysterious force pushed her into a submissive position. It was like every word Nahiri uttered would punch directly through to her soul. Before she could ponder further, she felt the spongy glans of her oppressor plant itself on her head. In a subdued panic, Betsy could only wonder what was in store for her.

Nahiri muttered incantations under her breath, as she started the next phase of her plan. “Nati, et grisi hausa xheri ana Lima! Xhos, Qwenge Khonke!” Upon finishing her phrase, Nahiri’s eyes lit up with golden light as her veins pulsed with a similar color. It traveled from her head spidering all across her body until it came to her penis and balls. Once the golden shine was there, her testicles started to descend from her crotch, drooping and sagging as if preparing themselves. Then, her urethra started to stretch and expand, fitting over Betsy’s head!

Betsy was panicking on the inside, her heart palpitating with a furious rhythm, but her limbs just wouldn’t budge! It was like Nahiri was controlling her body in some way! She agonized and pleaded, but it seemed like her fate was fully in her superior’s hands.

Meanwhile, Nahiri was consumed in her own pleasure. Countless days toiling over the “theory”. Multitudes of talks with elders and the wise magus. Even her own relatives doubted her, but all the while, Princess Nahiri of Xhosibia knew that she was capable of true magic. Debatably the greatest expression of mastery through such difficulty, therefore a subject worthy to be conquered. With this arcane talent, Nahiri swore to do exactly what she’s doing now; staking her claim as a *superior* being. Part of that duty would be to handle the frauds who claim any semblance of worth when compared to a true ruler.

Hence, it would only be poetic to express abilities that allow oneself the opportunity to grow. As Betsy’s waist was slurped and dragged further into Nahiri’s magnificent cock, she could feel herself losing full consciousness. Like she was being dissolved on a cosmic, fundamental level. Every moan from Nahiri brought her further inside. Her wide hips were a tough target to pass, but with enough effort and grunting, Nahiri sucked that too into her body. From there, it was only a matter of time before the legs disappeared from view, fully damning her to a murky fate as Betsy’s body was deposited within the princess’ pendulous testicle, now swollen to the diameter of a volleyball.

Although Nahiri had compressed one victim into a scientifically impossible compartment, her cock still hungered for another heretic. It almost began to stare at the other one Zoe called his girlfriend. During this time, Marie’s mind was burdened by the commands of royalty, but her body’s disposition was so single-willed, that she continued to devour any parcel of food within reach. Even as she was given the same orders to kneel and await Nahiri’s wrath, she chewed on all the food she could muster until her head was eclipsed by Nahiri’s equally ravenous urethra.

Her head may have been quite similar in size to Betsy’s, but the rest of her body was *anything* but that. Nahiri braced herself for the exceptional effort required to consume this whale of a girl. Her quads flexed as her legs drove into the ground to apply more force to her cock. She pushed to forcefully stretch her urethra over Marie’s blubbery shoulders. Bit by bit, the dick slid down to envelop her fluffy, wide arms. At the same time, the diameter of her yawning cockhole had to compete with a pair of pendulous breasts, equal to oversized coconuts.

Nahiri gritted her teeth out of both pleasure and perseverance to get past her next goal. Most of Marie’s upper body had disappeared, but her colossal belly remained uncovered and waiting. Repositioning to stand directly over the glutton, Nahiri could now press directly down to take more in her urethra. Jackhammering up and down with slow, deliberate thrusts, ripples spread throughout Marie’s belly as it was swallowed up by an enormous dick.

It proved an effective technique, as soon there was nothing left of that titan of a belly. Now, Nahiri gathered herself for the final tribulation. She wiped the sweat off of her glistening forehead as she took in her last objective.

Marie was quite the portly woman, and the difficulty that caused was shown in the lengths Nahiri went to in order to take the gorger inside herself. She was nearly exhausted after taking in a belly large enough to hide pregnancies. However, Marie was pear shaped, meaning that her gargantuan bottom would be the biggest and *widest* part of her.

Her hips spanned far from the width of her shoulders, and even threatened the range of her wingspan. One leg by *itself* seemed to outweigh Nahiri’s entire body, let alone the other one along with it. Despite the unbelievable scale of her prey, Nahiri didn’t dare to cower. Absolutely nothing would keep her from proving herself as the one above all. This would simply be another challenge she was destined to overcome.

Nahiri bared her teeth like an angered lion, then pushed with all her might. The sensations produced by her cock would be enough to immobilize any mortal, but not her. She denied the mind-numbing arousal and shoved her dick deeper. Even if each push would only yield mere millimeters, progress was progress.

Breathing heavily, she pushed her body to the absolute limit. Her skin was completely glazed over with sweat, but the sheer physical effort she was using caused it to evaporate almost immediately. Soon, a cloud of steam would surround her that reeked of her royal pheromones. Zoe, who was jacking off furiously to the overly-indulgent scene, had been driven nearly insane by the smells of his queen. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head as pumped his hips like a desperate jackrabbit.

After what seemed like an eternity, the widest part of Marie’s hips were just on the horizon. Nahiri hadn’t even noticed, since she was purely focused on the act of going farther. At this point, the only thing in her mind was to ‘PUSH’. She let out a roar that echoed throughout the entirety of the mansion, until the chubsters’ hips were entirely eclipsed. With a resounding *SCHLORP*, Nahiri’s urethra no longer had to struggle with an increasing diameter, so the rest of Marie’s body rocketed directly into Nahiri’s other testicle.

All at once, the tension bundled into her sinuous legs, vein-popping forehead, and monstrously outstretched penis was released. Nahiri lost consciousness as she finally completed the physics-defying task. The golden etchings that followed her veins lightened and dissipated, until she was back to her normal melanin-infused skin.

She huffed with the cadence of a freight train, her body working to recover from its extreme fatigue. However, her mind may have been blank, but she was far from inactive.

Zoe, recovering from his own orgasmic bliss, could hear a cacophony of *GURGLES* and the roiling of liquid emanating from Nahiri. He crept closer to find the source, but his eyes gave enough proof already. The princess’ sagging, monstrous nuts were rippling with furious production. They gave off an aura of heat, almost beckoning Zoe to touch. They were toasty when he did give in, inviting enough to mash his face into. He cradled the sack into his arms, intensely aroused by the fates of his former girlfriends.

***

As days went on, Nahiri found herself having to adjust to new urges. One night, she felt her cock stretching out Zoe even further than usual. Another, Nahiri absentmindedly devoured double her usual portions of supper, and still felt particularly famished. A desire to breed her twink like no tomorrow had surfaced in her mind, along with a ravenous *need* for sustenance. Perhaps the consumption of two uniquely-willed ruffians had an unintended consequence…

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