*~~Author’s~~* *Pervert’s Note: This is a bit of an experiment, especially as I have not written erotica in years. Please let me know if you would like to see more, situations you would like to see in the future, and any constructive criticism. I like isekai and I like the body transformation fantasy, so sue me. I have three chapters planned of roughly this length right now, but if y’all like it, I’ll keep going! Edit: Thanks Reddit for fucking up the formatting lol*
# Ep. 1: I Become An Angel In Another World?
*<Welcome to Dominion Omniverse, Player000001!*>
I blinked rapidly, trying to take in the infinite blue landscape of shifting, rounded cubes in all directions. Everywhere I looked, more cubes appeared and disappeared. The air was stagnant, almost as though holding its breath. I call out hesitantly,“Hello?!”
*<Please Select A Class>*
“Select a…? I thought I got in already?!” I shouted into the void and slowly dropped into a crouch. The flashing lights were beginning to hurt my eyes. “Is this some kind of initiation? This isn’t funny!”
*<[Initiate] lvl. (-)10… Confirmed!>*
The blue ceiling, either just out of reach or miles overhead, and floor flashes green, then faded back to blue.
*<Select Race>*
“Oh, that’s not something you can choose… can you?” I glanced around, suddenly worried about who else might overhear in the infinitely empty universe.
*<Select Race>*
“Um… How do you say… I think my uncle said we’re Angelo… uh…”
*<[Angel]… Confirmed!>*
“That’s sweet, you too… uh… sugar?” I replied, nonplussed. I found the conversation difficult to follow, least of all while trying to understand where I was, what exactly was going on. I stand as a mysterious digital cube pushed at my ass in its attempt to vanish somewhere in the sky.
*<Sex?>*
“Um… Now? Was it always that easy? I don’t even know who… fine, sure! Yes!”
*<… Confirmed…>*
There was a tiny, awkward pause, then it continued. Was it mad at me? It offered first!
*<Tutorial Skip… Confirmed! Please Choose a Name.>*
“Whaddayamean ‘Tutorial skip’?!”
*<Enjoy Dominion Omniverse, Wanda Yami Tutu Ria Skip>*
“No, Wai-!” And suddenly I was falling through the air.
—-
“What a stupid dream.” I yawned. Weird, my voice sounded off. Feminine almost. I go to shove my palm against my ear but quickly stop and fondle my ear instead. The tip seemed to keep going, tapering to a long, elegant point. The further my fingers slid along the top of my ear, the more my toes compulsively curled and a strange tightness thrilled at my chest like the top of a rollercoaster. By the time I had found the end, my wrist had fully covered my ear and I was gasping for air.
I let go and slowly uncurled to look at myself and my surroundings in equal surprise. No longer was I in my apartment. Instead, I found myself entirely nude in the middle of an autumn forest. Well, not ‘myself’, per se, as when I stood, the ground was far further and had to be viewed through my suddenly deep cleavage. I lifted my hands, slowly, reverently, to cup my breasts… only to nearly lose my footing again as a pair of extra hands came into view! My hands, or at least someone’s hands, now had twenty delicate fingers on four slim, spidery hands on four pale arms. My skin had gained a sort of mother-of-pearl sheen under the surface that glittered in the rising sun.
“What… the… fuck?” I whispered. Then, louder, I cried out, “What the fuck?!”
My voice, now elegant, throaty, and powerful, reverberated through the woods, through the narrow valley with high cliff walls surrounding the woods. I inhaled deeply, all four of my arms curling, my lungs pushing against a new weight that spread across my expanding chest. I tensed and saw that under a soft belly, under slender arms, under outrageously plush hips – hips that folded in new ways when I widen my stance – a good amount of power seemed to rest in those muscles below. I leaned into my scream, enjoying the sudden, strange thrill of freedom, being far in the woods, fully nude, probably dreaming.
“WHAT THE FUUUUUCKKKKKKK?!!!”
I dropped back onto my ass, grunting twice. First on landing and again as my chest settled, knocking the breath from my lungs. Certain ways I used to move were going to have to change, and fast.
I raise my upper pair of arms and wrestle my hair, now brilliant red and wild with volume, out from under my shoulders. When I had to sit up to get the long locks out from under my lower back, I used my lower hands to stop my boobs from swaying. I was already getting the hang of it.
I left my limbs where they were and let out a long, slow breath. A chill breeze flitters through the leaves on which I lie with a dry clatter, sending a thrill to dance along my body with it. I could feel peach fuzz on my arms and cheeks stand on end and my chest tighten under my hands. I brace my upper pair of hands behind my head and push up to look down at my chest. My lower hands raise to reveal large, puffy areolas shaped that hid inverted nipples in a diagonal fold. I’d never seen any like them – not that I’d seen an abundance in person while awake, of course. The chill wind caused an almost painful pinching sensation and small wrinkles formed around my areola and round, thick nipples peaked out. Slowly, cautiously, like baiting a live animal, I reached down to pinch it.
Immediately, a tiny thrill grew into a crashing wave of blood rushing past my ears and I thrust my hips back, preparing to moan as I pulled the innie nipple out… but it felt… fine. Besides the wonderful newness of it, the actual act of pinching, rolling, and flicking my own nipple was nice, but not as orgasmic as I expected. Though, at the thought of someone coming by to see me…
Of all the things I expected to actually see rising up out of the leaves at that moment, a cock was not one of them.
I jumped away from my own appendage in surprise! I corralled the girls with an arm, pushing them in to get a good look at my crotch.
It was more of a surprise that I hadn’t yet, actually. Sure enough, a penis, though certainly not the old model, poked out eagerly from between my plump thighs. Slowly, cautiously, I slid my lower hands down my belly – a belly that bore the exact amount of pudge as to be described as ‘cute’ – and over the softest thigh skin I had ever felt. For a moment, I considered putting my head in my own lap and falling asleep before remembering the difficulty of such a position.
My hands flank my penis and slowly extract the snake from its burrow between my thick thighs. It was certainly longer, easily fitting both hands along its length. Smaller hands, but I suspected my old hands would have struggled before too. It curved up slightly and at the thickest point, my fingers could barely interlock to wrap around it.
It was magnificent.
With my fingers still laced from the girth test, I slowly slid my hands up towards the tip. With the size, I could now feel the shifting of skin along its length, the rushing of blood under my fingertips as I held it tightly, urgently. When I pulled down, a broad, proud head emerged, the tip shimmering brilliantly in the morning sun. It was nearly translucent, with the oil-spill shine under my skin most noticeable there and fading the closer to my body one looked.
The wind licked along the shaft, flicking a thrill across the broad shield head that truely drew a moan from my lips. The groan was so new, so lurid, such a bizarre novelty that the elegant growl turned into a flock of chirping laughter. Even that was new!
My last free hand, the upper arm not restraining a quivering, quaking load that was threatening to smother my own face, chased the other two hands to my crotch. I was already starting to get a handle on the whole multi-arm situation quite well in my opinion! The exploratory hand slipped under my arm and around a harder erection than I’d ever had in my life. Gingerly, I began to fondle my new balls. They were big, which no longer surprised me, but what did was how soft they were. They felt so nice to press between my fingers and thumb, to gently massage them as I tenderly stroked my huge new cock.
“Fellas…” I mutter softly to myself as I reposition, tucking my feet under my huge ass as though I’d laid back while kneeling. My legs spread as my knees lift into the air, my breasts escaping my grip a few times, with the angle, to press into my face. My breathing comes with difficulty as I put more weight onto my shoulders to admire myself. I licked one of my palms and slowly press it to my glittering tip, “Is it gay to-”
My hips bucked without warning or will, accidentally pressing my balls tighter in my grip. An unexpected thrill caused my knees to give out immediately, my feet turning inward to lay flat. The aftershock following the first wave of pleasure ripples through my flesh and I trust upwards as if trying to impregnate the sky herself.
“What was that?” I breathe and push myself upright, so that I’m sitting on my feet once more. My cock bobs up against my chest and breasts, insistent that I go back to playing with it. Slowly, I lean forward and spread my knees. One hand holds my upper body away from the ground as another holds my eager cock aside. The third hand lifts my ponderously silken sack and the last finally slides past. It traces carefully against where thigh and pelvis meet, a single finger tickling its way into the dark. Suddenly, I feel the thrill again and my supporting arm wavers. I move my finger again, pulling at the lips of my vagina. “Oh… my god…”
Cautiously, I feel along its length, now two fingers pressing the soft, mysterious feelings between my legs. It felt… puffy, pliable, so unlike the throbbing, almost painfully hard member that I kept unconsciously pressing my boobs around. They were so soft, so warm and- I considered focusing on that exciting endeavor, but decided to save it for another time.
I pulled apart my lips once again, the cold air causing a fresh shiver across my body. I traced the various folds that gently slipped past my fingers when pressed upon, memorizing this strange, incredible novel experience. I had a pussy. A pussy that was getting steadily wetter, a feeling that was uncomfortable in its unfamiliarity, but not unpleasant in the least.
A gnawing want, almost like being hungry, was growing somewhere below my navel. My nipples *tingled* and wherever my wrist or balls or even a stray leaf would happen to brush on my thigh, all my muscles would try to tense and relax at once. It was like an itch, a wet tightness that needed to be stretched out – or stretched in even.
“In first?” I mused quietly, but the question was answered for me as my fingers naturally met together as they neared my testicles. I pressed down on a hard spot amongst the soft folds and let out a hoarse gasp of shock. The spot itself felt unlike the bones I could feel, so close to the skin here. Instead, it slipped to one side, then the other as my fingers chased it. Each time I found contact and slipped over that spot, my hips either bucked or contracted and each time my arm threatened to drop me on my face. I switched to one finger, pressing down and rubbing slowly back and forth over my new clitoris. Back and forth, then up and down, then gentle circles that caused the one hand keeping me off of the ground to nearly buckle entirely. Each time I moved along my clit, my breath came in a more insistent huffs, my eyes focusing less and less on the beautiful autumn morning before me.
“Now… Now in…?” I asked myself, but I knew the answer. After squeezing along its sides, pulling its hood back, rubbing along the very end of that bud, I reluctantly let my clitoris go. Already, I could feel my body getting tired with how tense each touch made me.
But I couldn’t stop now.
One finger, my middle finger, led the way. It took a few careful traces along my own pussy to find the opening, to hook my finger inside and then curl my hand as I explored myself.
It was an indescribably odd feeling, a new, reversed, confusing feeling. It felt filling for a moment, then as I stroked in and out of myself, I felt that I could go a bit deeper, that I wanted more. Two fingers, middle and ring, felt more right. I pressed both in with less caution and was rewarded with a wave of pleasure that caused my voice to ricochet around the valley and a bead of precum to form at the tip of my dick.
It was a beautiful feeling, a unique experience that certainly described the feeling of “Sex: Yes”. Honestly, this body was way better than the last in almost any way. Who cares about gender when you could feel this *fantastic*? And if I were to wake up after blowing a load so hard I get a cloud to rain, I now had the experience of being healthy, of being *sexy*. I can always work back to this.
With a brand new understanding of how this all worked, I got back to work – all hands on deck, though only one on dick.
I struggle to bring myself up to my knees and hunch over myself, all shreds of dignity gone in pursuit of this incredible feeling. My upper hands cup my huge breasts, pressing them tight so that my palms vanished in their expanse. I squeezed them around the tip of my cock, which was longer than before, sure, but I still could barely flick the tip of my tongue over the head whenever it would appear from my cleavage. I kept my eyes fixed on it, the image of it coming up with each awkward thrust hypnotizing me and locking my gaze on the red tip flashing out. Occasionally I’d move to wrap one arm about them, hugging them tight while my other hand squeezed along the bottom of my cock, near the base. My pointed thumb nail occasionally poked a tit with my frantic stroking.
Moans issued from my throat, unbidden, every few seconds. I sounded like I’d never drank before in my life, slurping at my cock tip and grunting with effort. It didn’t matter. If felt like I owned the electricity that coursed through this tall, curvy, stacked and hung bundle of sex.
My lower hands were equally busy, one alternating between squeezing, rolling, and pulling my balls tight, the other pressing with two fingers into my pussy repeatedly. I drew my hand out until barely my fingertips were still inside of me before sliding them all the way back in. Each time, the pads of my palm pressed into my clit and the tips of my fingers grazed over a spot that made my head feel light. Both stimuli felt linked, yet uniquely wonderful flashes like red and yellow fireworks lighting up just under my skin.
This was *it*. This body was sex alright, but it was also power, it was potent, and it was potential for a brand new start. As every nerve in my body vibrated in celebration of these wonderful features, I announced my dominance over this world with a chorus of throaty moans that I tore from my own throat, unbidden. I would do something with this world, this body, this time. I knew already I was worth more than sex work. I was above sex play, even. I rose up on my knees, moving to focus on vigorously stroking my fat cock with long, wild motions that caused my breasts to jump and land with light *plap!* sounds, moving to focus on swirling a finger over my clit and struggling to find an angle to let me push some fingers deep into a body that was aching for someone to enter me. At this level, it would be sex *worship*.
I would have liked to say that I lasted a long time, that my new body was granted a font of stamina and that I jerked it through the day and finger blasted the night away. That is as far from the truth as could be, unfortunately. Instead, after only a few wildly, overwhelmingly charged minutes, I tensed up. I grit my teeth as I suddenly felt warm all over, like a blush that wouldn’t end at just my cheeks. I was suddenly aware of how much my flesh quivered and shook and that I was shivering. The blush flashed and I let out a strangled shout as I experienced a clitorial climax. My teeth chattered softly as I let out a long, slow breath and the blush drained out of me like a plug had been pulled in my pussy.
My body decided it wasn’t done, though.
As soon as the first had passed, another wave of pleasure, then another bloom of shivers crawled along my body. My feet slipped out from under me, slightly tingly as they had begun to fall asleep under my heavy cheeks. My body straightened with the third wave of pleasure, trapping my hand between my strong thighs. I rolled over, barely caring that my face was pressed into a bare tree root, that my cock rustled the leaves as I thrust it into my own tits. I felt like a desperate pervert.
I also felt the best I’d ever felt in my entire life.
I gave it a few seconds, my thighs positively jello as my ass remained in the air slightly, my fingers slowly working their way out of my vagina. Each inch they became free was a fresh thrill like a nuke going off, as compared to being host to the sun.
I let out a soft breath and rolled back over. I carefully sat back against the tree and finally released my dick from the vice formed by my heavy tits. It freely swung forward, slapping against my thighs before I spread them to let my testicles settle comfortably. Suddenly, the wave of orgamsm came back with a vengeance. I pressed myself against the tree in preparation, my face turned against it. A hand rested atop my chest, near my heart, while another was stuffed into my mouth. The other two were furiously stroking my cock, unrelentingly working the compressed feeling of an oncoming orgasm free from my body. Then, I came.
I came in an explosion of translucent, viscous cum that loudly spattered the dry forest floor. I wasn’t sure what to be surprised about first – the distance, the volume, or the weighty *slap* it made impacting a tree, then a rock, then a rabbit, killing it instantly, and more.
With each pull back, a fresh wave of cum – unrealistic in volume and vigor – painted the forest with a white unseen since winter. After several good, hard shots, the cum paralysis wore off and I relaxed, sighing with a flutter in my voice and stroking the last dribbles out to pool on the leaves. The shaft softened almost immediately in my hands, leaning over the back of one as though satisfied with a job well done.
I gave it a shake then sighed comfortably once more and sat back to relax until the hormones died down. It still felt like a swarm of bees were dancing through my skin.
I nearly jumped out of that skin as my tip submerged in my cum, which was pooling between my legs. It forced me to roll over, away from the cum-soaked trees, and lay in the grass beginning to warm in the sun against a small hill. I’d figure out why I was sent here later, for now… a post-nut nap sounded pretty good.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/so7cri/i_start_a_sex_cult_in_another_world_multiarm_futa