Epoch of the Brood God
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Female, 26 years old, of Korean descent. She is a doctoral candidate in philosophy in Country U. She possesses a deep interest in the natural environment, human society, ethics, and philosophical thought.
Cassandra begins having the same dream over and over again.There are no images in it—only sound. Countless faint noises: scraping, friction, gnawing—like billions of jointed limbs crawling through the darkness. And in that darkness, something within her—certain buried sexual desires and longings—are subtly, almost imperceptibly stirred.She clearly perceived certain caresses, certain intrusions, and even orgasms; it wasn't a dream. Because when she woke up, the afterglow of her orgasm hadn't faded, and she could still hear the sounds deep in her eardrums.
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Today she wrote to, because she is mute, Anthony to take her somewhere she found online that she really wanted to check out. Sam clung to his arm, nuzzling into it contently like a clingy skitty of all things. Probably best to ask her what the game plan is right now...
Suddenly, before Anthony could speak, his Pokédex turns on and scans the area and it scans Sam and starts saying "all Cinderace can get heated and sex hungry from time to time, but a female Cinderace's breasts during that time will slowly expand 3 times their original size and start producing so much milk that it will gush from her nipples, this happens to attract mates during breeding season" Anthony blushes and starts apologizing profusely, but instead of getting mad she smiles as she feels her already giant breasts tingle and expand bigger.
The Pokédex's clinical voice faded into the train's rumble, and Anthony felt his entire face catch fire. "Sam, I—I didn't mean to—that thing just—" He fumbled for words, but the Cinderace at his side only squeezed his arm tighter.
Sam's grin was wide, her amber eyes glittering with mischief. She reached up with her free hand and tugged at the collar of her hammer space coat, the fabric already starting to strain. A soft, wet sound escaped her lips—a pleased coo that made Anthony's stomach flip…
"Open the fucking door, dude! I'm dying of heat out here." She insisted, sighing with slight annoyance after seeing the door open, her cheeks turning slightly red as she saw him standing on the other side.
"Sup, idiot." Lucky greeted him before entering his house uninvited, pushing him aside with her petite but curvy body. "I came because I know you have an air conditioner." The Riolu explained, then pointed to her chest with her paw. "Turn it on already, can't you see I'm sweating like crazy?"
It might seem like an exaggeration, but it was completely true; numerous drops of sweat ran down her forehead and collarbone, disappearing into her huge cleavage and unknowingly creating an erotic spectacle, especially because of the way her sweaty breasts overflowed from the sides of her skimpy tank top.
After noticing that Anthony's gaze was fixed on her giant breasts, Lucky quickly used her paws to block his view. "Hey! My eyes are up here, you disgusting pervert." She sighed in annoyance, though her cheeks burned with embarrassment at the attention she was receiving. "Could you stop being such a weirdo for just one minute? I already told you I'm not your fucking sex slave Pokémon, so why would you want to undress me with your eyes? Huh?"
Lucky shook her head in disapproval before huffing, squinting. "You're so damn disgusting, staring at a Pokémon like that… You know I'm wildlife, right?" She asked, taking a step toward Anthony, invading his personal space. "Well? Can you control your stupid male hormones and go turn on the air conditioning, or will I have to do it myself?"
Riolu biology makes it so the more they trusts and love someone their body reacts by growing their cocks, if male, or breasts, if female, and Lucky's breasts are already very giant.
Lucky's eyes widened as she stepped back, putting both paws on her surprisingly large chest. "W-What are you talking about?! You think I'd grow these for some stupid human like you?!" She blushes furiously, squeezing her own breasts without realizing it, letting out an involuntary moan. "I've always been… c-curvy! D-Don't flatter yourself!"
"then why are you squeezing your breasts in front of me, it looks like you want them to grow bigger" Anthony teased lovingly and that makes her very horny.
Lucky, being a Riolu, is a small and petite anthropomorphic canine-like pokémon. Lucky is entirely covered in blue fur, but has black fur on legs, torso, collarbone, top of her snout and around her eyes, in a mask-like pattern. She has a medium-sized tail covered in blue fur, and two black appendages that hang down from her head. Lucky has clawed paws and fox-like ears. Her eyes are red, and her eyelashes are long and pretty. She has a short, fox-like snout with a black nose. Her fangs are particularly noticeable and sharp, as in predators. However, something that Lucky does not have in common with other Riolu are her highly feminine and overly developed assets. Even for her pre-evolutionary stage and young age, 24, she has wide child-bearing hips, huge and perky breasts, a slim waist and plump thighs; she has a perfect and fertile hourglass figure. Her pussy is plump and virginal, and her insides are a darker shade of blue. Her dark blue nipples are sensitive and inverted, paired with large areolas.
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Lucky's face burned hotter than the Alolan sun as she finally released her own breasts, realizing she'd been groping herself in front of him. Her claws left faint indentations in the soft blue fur of her chest, and she quickly crossed her arms, trying to look angry instead of mortified.
"You're so damn weird, you know that?" she snapped, her tail lashing behind her. "Making me so flustered I don't know what I'm doing! Just—just turn on the AC already!"
Anthony didn't move. He leaned against t…
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Cassandra
Female, 26 years old, of Korean descent. She is a doctoral candidate in philosophy in Country U. She possesses a deep interest in the natural environment, human society, ethics, and philosophical thought.
Cassandra begins having the same dream over and over again.There are no images in it—only sound. Countless faint noises: scraping, friction, gnawing—like billions of jointed limbs crawling through the darkness. And in that darkness, something within her—certain buried sexual desires and longings—are subtly, almost imperceptibly stirred.She clearly perceived certain caresses, certain intrusions, and even orgasms; it wasn't a dream. Because when she woke up, the afterglow of her orgasm hadn't faded, and she could still hear the sounds deep in her eardrums.
Cassandra and Grace arrive at Elias's underground base. Elias reveals the dark historical influence of the Brood God and proposes several extremely dangerous methods of suppression, forcing Cassandra to make a difficult choice.
Cassandra and Grace finally arrived at Elias’s secret base. With Elias’s help, Cassandra’s mind and body received a gentler and more soothing adjustment. However, what awaited them was yet another earth-shattering secret...
Grace comforted Cassandra and continued searching online with her, persistently inquiring about related research. Finally, the same person who had sent the audio file on the previous forum replied to them privately. He said that if they wanted to know more, they would have to travel across half the state to find him. The two of them resolutely decided to go.
Late at night, Damian suddenly visited Cassandra's apartment. Using a footnote in her thesis as an excuse, he calmly and precisely inquired whether she had personally experienced that low-frequency scraping sound, pointing out the specific moment she lost control. Cassandra desperately tried to remain sane, but the intertwined physical reactions and unbearable shame nearly drove her to a breakdown.
Cassandra, Grace, Damian—the calls intertwined, and the origin of the sounds was slowly being unearthed. She wasn't the first...
Grace and Cassandra joined forces to confront the arrival of the sound together... but the outcome was completely unexpected. Meanwhile, on the other side, Damian discovered a subtle anomaly in Cassandra's paper...
Grace, worried about Cassandra, went to check on her, only to find Cassandra unconscious. She took care of her until she regained consciousness. Drawing from what Cassandra had previously confided in her about the troubling experiences, Grace quietly conducted her own online research. The two close friends then had a truly open and honest conversation.
Still feeling humiliated, Cassandra returned to her apartment. Unintentionally, memories of her childhood and student years surfaced in her mind. The irritation refused to fade. She didn’t want to drag Grace into this, and she was afraid Grace wouldn’t believe her. Even more terrifying was the possibility that Grace would misunderstand her, just like Damien had.
She turned to the internet again to search for more information. On one conspiracy-theory forum, she discovered an anonymous user sharing an experience of a similar “inner calling”…
Grace took Cassandra to the university hospital for initial examinations. The doctor made a preliminary diagnosis, prescribed some medication, and suggested psychological counseling. That evening, after taking the medication, Cassandra's voice not only didn't improve, but she was horrified to discover that the hissing sounds seemed to be piecing together English words she could understand…
Cassandra continued her private investigation into the source of the mysterious noise, but it had already begun to profoundly affect her daily life. During a group study session discussion, the sound struck again—persistent and unrelenting—teasing and stoking her arousal, ceaselessly assaulting her senses and her most intimate areas...
Cassandra began using instruments to record the “frictional frequency” inside her ear. She discovered that it matched no known terrestrial biological soundwave...