Chapter Nine: Jennenes' New Toy
It was done. The various enchantments had taken a full day to cast, transforming his new toy into what he wanted it to be. It was finally done and now it was time for Jennenes to inspect his handiwork.
Fuck-Meat waited in the middle of his bed-chamber, standing tall with her chest thrust out to put her massive Dwarven breasts prominently on display. Although her breasts still looked unmistakably Dwarven
SHE
did not. The spells he had woven into her flesh had left her something that was no longer a Dwarve. Fuck-Meat was less than she had been, yet she was also so much more.
Jennenes stood before her, staring down into her eyes. They had once been intense and full of deadly intelligence. Now they were larger, open wide as she stared blankly ahead. Those big eyes combined with the expression on her face left her looking...
brainless
. Like there was no intelligence beyond basic animal instinct left in her.
"I leached all the intelligence from you," he told her.
She blinked dumbly, cocking her head to the side and smiling stupidly up at him. There was no sign of true understanding beyond happy acknowledgment that he was speaking to her.
"What do you think about that, Fuck-Meat? What do you think about me having siphoned off nearly every drop of intelligence from your mind and leaving you as dumb a cow?"
She blinked again, straightening her head. "Moo," she replied, not saying the word but mooing it at him as if she really was a cow.
Jennenes nodded, a pleased smile spreading across his lips. "Dumb as a cow," he said proudly, looking down at the largest physical change he'd made to her. She'd screamed while he used his magic to twist her body. It had taken time, but it had been worth it. He reached out and touched one of the two bovine horns extending out from the sides of her head. "Cow horns for a dumb, mindless cow. Isn't that right, Fuck-Meat?"
She looked up at him, her expression vacant as she replied with a much longer, "Moooo".
The king nodded in approval and looked down at her massive breasts. He'd spent time weaving magic into them as well. They were even bigger than before, denser and heavier thanks to now being filled with milk.
He cupped the bottom of one of her breasts and lifted it slightly, appreciating the little gasp of pleasure that slipped from her mouth as he touched her. Then, gently, he started to squeeze the bottom of her breast. She moaned happily as a bead of white milk formed at the tip of her nipple.
"A true cow's teats you have now," he declared, squeezing harder and making a stream of milk shoot out onto the elegantly carpeted floor. Fuck-Meat moaned and ground her thick thighs together, the small milking nearly making her climax.
"The spell to make a woman's breasts lactate for the rest of her life is usually a draining and complicated one, but I found the magic was easy to weave into your flesh," he told her as he let go of her breast. "So much magic had already been used on your tits that adding more was an easy thing. Although I do fear that all those spells and enchantments mixing might have some unexpected results. I've seen how magic can ferment over time and become more than it was intended to be, especially when different kinds of magic are combined in one vessel."
"But even if that happens to you I don't know if I'll ever find out. I've enjoyed destroying what you once were, making you into my obedient little mind-controlled cow. But I suspect I'll grow bored of you before long. I'll have a few more weeks or maybe even months of fun with these magnificent udders of yours, but I fear before long even they will not be enough to keep my sexual attention. When the day comes that I finally grow bored of you and your massive Dwarven cow udders I'll probably sell you off to one of the brothels in the city. I'm sure I'll be able to make a large amount of coin on you, that is assuming I don't break you before then."
She stared up at him, her expression still blank. Once he stopped talking she smiled vacantly and let out a simpering "moo" expressing subservient approval of all he'd said even though she'd almost certainly understood none of it.
He nodded. "That's right, cow, none of that matters now. What matters is that I'm horny and after a long night of weaving spells I'm ready for some relief." He started walking slowly around her till he had repositioned himself directly behind her. "But first I need to get warmed up."
Jennenes reached down, placing his hands on her wide hips then slowly beginning to run them up her sides. She shivered under his touch and moaned quietly in delight, the loudest and longest of these moans coming out as soft "moos".
He slid his hands slowly higher, reaching around her front to cup the bottoms of her overlarge Dwarven breasts. King Jennenes held them in his hands, lifting gently as if weighing them. "So much heavier, so much denser now that they are so full of milk," he whispered. He lifted them higher, sliding his hands under their bulk to grab them at their base.
Then he squeezed.
