1. Epilogue


“Yes sir, the creature suddenly attacked us, forcing the detachment of marines to retaliate with extreme prejudice”

“How much is left?”

“Only the samples we took initially. It’s going to take some time to recover the rests of the body; your soldiers are very thorough”

“I will send some support teams right away”

“I don’t recommend it. I suggest enforcing contamination protocol omega for now, we are not sure if any of the remains of the creature represent any danger, and they are splattered everywhere”

“Very well, we will make all the area go dark. For the next quarantine period, you’ll be on your own, is that ok?”

“We have the situation under control here, but better safe than sorry”

“I can agree with that. Meanwhile, my colleagues and I will be very busy reading the incredible report you have sent. Poor women, it’s a very grisly end. At least that Heather Nem scum got what she deserved, but the miners were innocent”

“Nothing that can be done, unfortunately. As you know, when we first arrived here the standard backup relay had been corrupted by some kind of focused quantum pulse”

“It’s a shame quality backups are so expensive these days: I will speak to the council to see if we can implement a charity plan for those without enough income. Good work anyways, Doctor. UNESF out”

Inside her test tube, Alisson smiled knowingly. The scientists and soldiers, all of them with a strange tiny white slug attached discreetly to the base of their craniums, were busy preparing the cart to move her eviscerated body where He awaited. Soon, she would again join her sisters and then, the helpful enslaved men would transport Him to Earth in secret.

Everything was happening as He had predicted so she drifted to sleep, her body trembling with perverse desire, waiting for the time when He would reclaim her body again.


And now, we begin another stage in Heather's life. What follows are short segments depicting different moments after the main story explaining some loose threads that were left dangling. The number of appendices is not definitive, so they could potentially span longer than the main story. A warning for those who are not into scat, this first appendix contains lots and lots of it from the second half onwards (the first half deals with storytelling, so it's safe until that point). Enjoy.
2. APPENDICES: LIFE INSIDE THE WORM

3. Appendix 1


How long it had been since they had arrived at this new planet? Years? Decades? Centuries? Time had acquired an unnatural quality inside His mind. If she had wanted to, Heather could have accessed her memories like an index and make a good estimation. In the mental network, things like that were quite easy. It just didn’t seem worthwhile; she was going to spend the rest of the life of the universe inside Him (maybe more, if what He was learning about black holes and gates to other universes proved helpful), a million years up or down might have been a second for all that it mattered.

Since they had left Earth so long ago, riding an asteroid like He was used to do, they had set course to the nearest planetary system with the potential for life. The knowledge He had gathered from humanity, including the location of candidate stars, was almost as advanced as His own, albeit in very different fields. He was very surprised that it had complemented so well His own understanding of the universe.

Even with Him warping the space around the asteroid ever so slightly to increase its relative speed, almost like treating the fabric of reality like a waterslide, the travel to the nearest planet, named by humans Wolf 1061c, had taken several centuries. In all that time, He and His brides had remained mostly in cryostasis to save as much energy as possible. Meaning that Heather and the rest of the girls had spent that time asleep, frozen solid inside their cocoons.

Once He had arrived at the Wolf system, the light of the star had fully reawakened Him as well as His brides. From there, with just a few adjustments of trajectory, He had crashed alongside the asteroid in the largest body of water of the destination planet He had been able to detect. After confirming that life hadn’t had appeared yet, He had put His brides to work terraforming the planet as per His wishes for it.

Since then, all the women had been constantly giving birth to all kind of life forms to populate the celestial body, making them feel like Eves in paradise. Inside of their cocoons, all of them had reached their final form, all their useless organic matter recycled to feed Him in His long voyage. Now, of Heather’s head, only the top half of her skull remained, housing her brain and eyes (a special petition of His brides, to be always able to see their magnificent new forms). Her spine connected that brain with the sacs of her hive breasts (that had detached from her chest and closed in the shape of oversized grapes) and her bloated uterus, which now occupied almost the whole available space. Long ago, all her remaining pleasure organs (the only organs that mattered then) had been enhanced and reattached to her teats and womb, which made pregnancies and deliveries an orgasmic experience every time. The rest of her chamber was filled to the brim with the tentacles, appendages and modified innards that provided her with life support.

Heather’s mind returned often to her real body to feel her children growing inside her, or the powerful contractions of labor when delivering each new specimen, be it egg, spore, protoplasm, fungus, animal or vegetable. That was more like His usual way of working, seeding life where life wasn’t present or absorbing it into His own where it was.
The things that had happened back in Sol system were an abnormality of His modus operandi. Humans were the first species that He could interact with almost as equals, and that had made a profound impact in a creature which previously though Himself unique in the universe. For that gift, the gift of true companionship, He had repaid humans a million fold.

Aided by the advice of His brides and their new points of view, He had decided not to make Himself obvious and overtly transform everything as He had done in the past. Keeping different ways of doing things and living life would yield more results in the very long term than enforced uniformity.

That didn’t mean some changes couldn’t be made. On His brief stay on Earth, apart from gathering the planet’s complete gene pool and learning history and science, He had imparted many researchers with His knowledge about the finer workings of the universe and its multiple dimensions, as well as exo-biology, meta-materials, space travel and mental storage.

He also had released swarms of undetectable viruses that would improve the human gene pool in ways never imagined so, when all was said and done, in a few decades after His departure, humans would have made an evolutionary leap unheard of before.
In the end, He had arrived to Earth in secret and left in secret, and His stay had enriched both Him and humanity in ways that would probably shape the fate of the universe for eons to come. Her own hybrid daughter, Dawn, alongside the daughters and sons of the rest of the brides, had been left behind to ensure it.

During her years long pregnancy both parents had talked with the child while she slept peacefully in her womb, preparing the mutant girl for her important duties after being finally born. When Dawn, with the body of a teenager and the mind of an elder, had finally forced her way out of her birth chamber, her hands spreading Heather’s cervix apart painfully to make room, the suffering mother had felt for the first time a little bit of the solitude her Husband had felt in space. Maybe someday in the far distant future she would meet her offspring again, or so she hoped fervently.

Until the time of that reunion came, though, one of the most mundane results of that whole cultural exchange was that typical Earth landscapes now could be accessed and incorporated at will into any mental simulation, and every life form back in her home planet could be replicated and spliced with the rest of the genetic patterns stored, both virtually and in the material realm. Thus, the variety of specimens to interact with and combine had increased exponentially, as well as their relative intelligence and predisposition to interact in sexy ways with His brides.

As He incorporated more and more of human idiosyncrasy into His own, the main hub of His mind had also changed accordingly. Where before only purplish organic things grew, now some of the most marvelous forms of earthling architecture dotted the horizon in ways that only the best conceptual artists could have imagined, making for an exceedingly beautiful integration of flesh and buildings.

That didn’t mean the harem members hadn’t devised a myriad of landscapes of their own. After having given birth to clumps of fungal spores in enough quantity to fill an island, Heather’s mood had shifted a bit towards the dirty side. Now, she was wading through what everyone had gotten to call the Shitty Swamp of Slithery Slugs, “Four S” for short.

If anyone had asked her before being absorbed, she would have never included scat into her list of favorite fetishes. However, Lorna, one of the brides recruited on Earth, was heavily into all the human toilet business. The inevitable consequence was that now every last bride had tried and acquired that fetish too.

Four S was a wondrous place created in a communal effort by all of them. Heather was half walking, half swimming into a shallow lake of human feces with the color of chocolate and the consistence of pudding. The swamp was dotted with islands made of solid giant turds from where prolapsed rectums, ranging from human to elephant sized, emerged like anemones, discharging continuous tubes of shit or showers of diarrhea, vomit, semen and other alien fluids into the sludge she was wading. Lorna could be found there frequently, her mouth swallowing the largest rectum she could accommodate, using her shit bloated body as a filter in a continuous machine of swallowing and defecating.

The swamp was also alive with all kind of maggots, worms, slugs and snakes, in tribute to their Husband, which made traversing it an experience not for the squeamish (by that point, none of them were). All those creatures were milky white in color, so as to not lose sight of them in the sea of feces and enjoy their sight as well as their touch. Heather’s body was now completely covered from head to toe in layers upon layers of brown animal waste in different stages of putrefaction. Under the shit, her skin was completely infested by white maggots that festered happily in ulcers and abscesses.

Albino worms had made their home inside her organs and now bored tunnels in her flesh, entering and leaving her body from multiples holes. Her eye sockets and mouth cavity in particular had become a comfortable space for the longest of species and now she seemed to be dripping hyperactive spaghettis from between her closed eyelids, nostrils and lips. Having lost the sight didn’t matter much, the swamp was as big as it needed to be at any time, and getting lost was no concern for her. She could have kept walking between the muck for eternity and never reach the end, and then turn around and exit the place if she so wished.

The foul smell was overpowering and intoxicating, and the incredibly bitter taste flooded her mouth whenever she took a spoonful with her hands and chewed it with gusto, mixing well with the ichors dripping from the parasites as they were squashed between her teeth into paste. Scratching her itching skin and worming her fingers in the dozens of open pustules was also a delight for the wicked woman, carving new wounds for more bugs to live in.

If she could have seen her cunt, she would have marveled at how the lips rotted under the ministrations of the maggots, or how the walls of her vagina massaged fat albino snakes as they entered and exited her shit filled uterus. Also, the inside of her clit was now the house of an alien breed of spiky slug that had bored through her pelvis and hollowed the pleasure organ to make its nest. When she rubbed it, she could feel the sting of the spikes protruding from the still highly sensitive nub.

In all the time she had spent inside Him, she always found the most pleasure in transforming her body into a living nest for every kind of creature. Like her Husband, being host to multiple different forms of life filled her with a warm fuzzy feeling, and made her feel closer to Him.

As she didn’t need to breathe if she didn’t want to, she dove under the semisolid mess and swallowed and inhaled shit as hard as she could until the waste filled every empty space inside her and overflowed from every orifice of her body. Sinking under the murky surface like a stone, Heather’s body convulsed in earth shaking orgasms while becoming a rotten human composter, a fertile living corpse.

After an unspecified amount of time, which could have easily lasted months, she rose from the swamp, her shit saturated body in an advanced state of decay, dripping maggots from literally every inch of skin. Heather, her infinite lust satiated for the time being, pondered what to do next while scooping the worms from inside her eye sockets and letting her ocular globes grow anew.

Suddenly she smiled happily, her dilemma solved. Her Husband just had whispered her that the nursery had concocted a very interesting entertainment since the last time she had been with them.

Maybe it was time for a quick visit.

4. Appendix 2


Of all the women who had been abducted to complete His harem, the children had produced the most unexpected results. He had made accommodations inside His body to host sixty four women but He had wanted a sample of different ages and cultures to enrich his knowledge. Therefore, except for the women too old and jaded to be of reproductive or intellectual use, the group of brides was made of women from ages forty at their oldest to six at their youngest.

The subset of twelve girls ranging from six to eight years old was collectively known as the nursery and having been abducted at such an early age had created very interesting changes in their psyche.

Being exposed to the most extreme unfiltered depravity at such young ages without the moral corsets imposed by society and the need to grow mentally to be prepared for adult life, they had become perpetual children, and no effort by the older brides had made them mature (to Him, there was really no difference, so He didn’t made any effort to correct that). Therefore, it was strange for them to change age or sex as the older ladies usually did, aging or deaging to fulfill different fantasies, and spent most of their time in their original mental bodies.

In the end, however, they were the part of the collective whose imagination was the most active, and their capability of marveling at every new and interesting thing was a welcomed addition to the more experienced women.

Heather walked the rainbow land where they usually gathered, feeling the springy fresh grass soothe the soles of her feet. It was a place of fantasy, of floating islands, lush green hills, multicolored skies and fairies everywhere, created for children by children. Pretty innocuous on the surface but, as the fetishes and deviations of the rest of the brides had permeated into their undeveloped and pliable minds, hiding very nasty things under the surface.

A beautiful unicorn galloped past her and she giggled at the image it presented. The magnificent white stallion, almost twice the size of the biggest horse ever seen on earth, with a golden horn that could have speared her whole body from cunt to mouth, sported an erection that rivaled a native earthling elephant’s.

Impaled on that massive cock was one of the littlest girls of the bunch, Sandra, who was six years old when she had been brought by the enslaved scientists to Him. She had had one of the roughest times while being assimilated, as her extremely sheltered education had not fully prepared her to endure such agony for so long. However, He had wanted to try His hand on every kind of female available, and no bride would have ever thought denying His will.

The result had been that her mind had been further warped than usual, making her into the most masochistic girl of the nursery bunch. Once she had discovered how pain could bring pleasure, she had recovered her previous cheery attitude, and the contrast between the extremes she would go to satiate her deviant needs, and the happiness she would exude while doing so, made Sandra a favorite pastime for many older brides, who enjoyed torturing her in creative ways.

Right now, her body was engulfing the monster cock of the white unicorn, which turned around and stopped in front of Heather, rearing his hind legs in prideful salute.
Sandra had been a petite black haired girl before being assimilated. Now, her already lithe body seemed to have acquired the consistence of rubber, tightly wrapped around the horse’s massive shaft, thick like a barrel. Since her limbs were useless in that position, she had imagined them out, which had left her body reduced to a seamless torso, translucent from being so stretched. The flat head of the stallion’s cock protruded a meter from Sandra’s mouth, whose jaw had expanded to sit flush with her body and neck, resembling a tubular flesh condom more than the little girl she was.

As she approached the waiting unicorn Heather noticed how the thrusting movements of the stallion’s cock as he had been galloping had left Sandra’s body trembling around it in the aftermaths of a massive, continuous orgasm.

“Dismount me, Heather, please”

Heather heard Sandra’s voice inside her mind. She could have just wished the horse away and be done with it, but a certain etiquette had been established between the women. It was considered the rudest thing to mess with the creations of other brides without their consent, as a certain amount of organization was needed if they didn’t want His mind to become a battlefield of conflicting fantasies, fetishes or, may He forbid it, internecine fights amongst them. They all loved each other with the fiercest passion, but eternity was a long time even for the tiniest of disagreements.

In order to help Heather, Sandra regrew her arms instantly and the older bride took hold of them, anchoring her feet to the ground and slowly dislodging the human wrapper from the horse cock. The child slid out with difficulty, making a wet slurping sound that renewed Heather’s arousal. Maybe she would ask Sandra later to borrow one of the stallions of her herd for a ride.

The rubberlike consistence of Sandra’s body allowed the little girl to regain her normal shape at the same time she was being extricated from the titanic penis that speared her. As soon as the cock reached her mouth, the tiny girl’s tongue could be seen lapping the flared head while it retreated back her throat, her obscenely open mouth returning to its original size following behind.

Gurgling as the tubular invader stimulated her throat with its reverse motion, the girl formed a smile with her strawberry lips, making Heather smile as well at the depravity of her little sister bride. The unicorn, maybe bored with that slow game, or maybe at the prompt of Sandra, began retreating from the spot. The combined opposing forces of the white stallion backing and Heather tugging finally allowed Sandra to fall to the ground with a wet plop.

“Wow, I lost count of the orgasms riding this beauty!” the dark haired child began, rubbing her oversized snatch, which was slowly returning to normal.

“I bet you did. What have you done with your internal organs, by the way?” Heather said, looking suspiciously at her torso.

“They were in the way. I still can’t explain why you gals keep them” she said, genuinely puzzled.

“Old habits die hard” the experienced woman answered “although I have been inside here tens of times longer than outside, I guess. Maybe it’s because I love the way my hips and ribs break when I try the sort of things you just did”

“That has also its own appeal. I suppose”

“Well, having more organs also means having more things to play with, don’t you think? Can I try?” Heather asked, looking at how the legless girl was fist fucking her cunt up to the elbow.

“Be my guest” Sandra smiled.

While she kneeled in front of the girl and began rubbing her undeveloped (by her choice) vagina, Heather marveled at how the girls at the nursery mixed seamlessly the vocabulary and knowledge of full adults and the behavior and manners of little girls. It was one of the most perplexing results of their extremely bizarre upbringing.

Without further ado, Heather formed a fist and shoved hard against the preteen’s cunt. Meeting no resistance, she plunged her arm straight to Sandra´s ribcage and prompted another orgasm from the tired child. The tiny wife, seemingly content to be just a rag doll, just slumped against Heather’s body while moaning deliriously.

Having had her vagina stretched until it connected seamlessly with her throat had been a neat trick by the imaginative girl, or so Heather thought. The perverse woman took advantage of her longer arms and kept feeding Sandra’s insatiable cunt with her limb until she could feel the little girl’s uvula with her fingers. As if to taunt her, Sandra opened her mouth and let Heather see how her hand had reached her oral cavity.

Amused, Heather kissed Sandra while playing with her tongue from the inside. It made for a really strange French kiss, their tongues battling against Heather’s hand. Nonetheless, it was pleasurable and, for all the inhabitants of the worm, that was the most important pursuit.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the white unicorn grew tired of their antics and fled to search for pastures to eat, or maybe another of the girls of the nursery to play with. 

All living beings created in His mental landscape retained entity and will for as long as the brides or Him desired. For some of the nastiest creations, they had let them free reins to “hunt” for sport and do whatever their constructed biological instincts asked them. It was somewhat thrilling never knowing when and how one of those beasts would assault you, and that kept kinks fresh for longer.

However, that was not the reason Heather had come to the fantasy land of the nursery. There was a development incoming that she wanted to witness and, after extracting her soaking wet arm from Sandra’s flesh canal, said exactly that to the girl.

“Oh, you mean Inna and Ilsa? They should be due at any moment. You are right; it would be a crime not to see that. Follow me; we’ll get to their place in no time at all!”

5. Appendix 3


The floating island where the eight years old twins used to spend their time drifted gently in the lush valley that was formed between two imposing peaks. A gigantic tree dominated most of the surface of the small island. From its roots, white streams of dense semen cascaded down and fed the blindingly white lake that was at the center of the valley.

Sandra, a brony at heart, had summoned a magnificent pink Pegasus, which was as well endowed as every member of her herd but for now just limited itself to carry them both to the island. Looking left and right Heather wasn’t surprised to realize that probably every bride had been informed of the big event and was heading there too.
Some brides flew on their own, without beast or wings to carry them.

Others were mounted in flying creatures of the folklore of Earth, like herself and Sandra. She saw a dragon, a griffon and a burning phoenix arriving from the other side of the valley.

Many had resorted to the archive of species He had in store. Alisson, for example, could be seen floating inside what looked like a translucent, giant manta ray. Further north, Megan was restrained, spread eagle, into what looked like a flying cobweb made of vines, making her seem like an oversized kite.

Expanding her conscience a bit, Heather could feel all her sister brides already at the tree or almost there. It was obvious that whatever was going to happen was important enough to warrant the assistance of His entire harem.

Heather made a pretty good guess about the importance of the upcoming event. Everybody had known about the twins’ secret fetish for a long time. Since they had been absorbed by Him as an experiment, their closeness, which was already pretty high to begin with (being twins after all) had steadily increased as time passed. Living inside a mental simulation, where thoughts could be exchanged and shared as easily as just wishing for it, had made both girls progressively indistinguishable from one another so, whatever was what they had planned, it would include that aspect for sure.

“Were you there when they started?” said Heather to the girl riding at her front

“Yes. Both have wanted this for a long time. It was very difficult to convince Him, though, it’s going to mess with the symmetry” Sandra replied, rising her voice to be heard against the rush of air.

“In a way it was predictable. Maybe all of us will do it too in the long time”

“Maybe. If that’s His purpose, I haven’t gotten a single clue from Him”

“He would never force us to become anything we didn’t want. Well, apart from the obvious, of course”

Both brides laughed at unison, the image of what remained of their bodies inside their cocoons always fresh in their minds. However, being mothers to a whole planet full of life (the first of many) was worth any sacrifice.

“Can you show me the beginning?” asked Heather “We are going to land soon, and I want to experience it too”

“Of course” the six years old said, turning around and kissing her full in the mouth.

The scene changed abruptly. Heather was in the island, in front of the oversized oak with all the nursery brides assembled at her sides. The awfully young looking twins were between the tree and the rest of the girls, as naked as everyone else and kissing passionately. After smooching for a while, they turned at her sisters and winked in unison. Then, both identical girls turned around again and went smiling towards their vegetable home, hands joined and humming a cheerful tune.

They stopped just below the lush canopy of the oak, big enough to have four blue whales disappear between the leaves without a trace. The green leaves projected a sparkly light that compensated for the density of the foliage and reduced the casted shadow. Up there, all kind of mutant creatures dwelled which often snatched any incautious woman or girl paying the twins a visit, subjecting them to different kind of treatments, ranging from sexy to murderous.

“We are ready” both Inna and Ilsa said at the same time, looking upwards at the branches with their beautiful platinum manes of hair swaying alongside the gentle breeze.

At the prompt of its masters the foliage began rustling madly and a giant spider-like creature, almost as big as an elephant, appeared between the leaves, descending in a tangle of silk threads until it was almost level with the small girls.

The creature had been designed by the devious twins from scratch just for this occasion. With the help of their beloved Husband, they had combined the genetic information of dozens of species, earthling and alien alike, to give birth to the monstrosity that would grant them their innermost desire. In purity, such a thing wasn’t necessary, and what they had planned could have been carried on by Him alone, instantly and effortlessly. However, He deemed necessary for their mental health to leave His brides a solid anchor in reality by forcing them to carry their wishes through tangible means, even if those means were just projections inside His virtual landscapes.

That abomination by itself was a viable life form which could have been delivered by any of the brides, if He had so allowed. Maybe in a future planet He would do it. For the time being, the creature, back as the blackest night, appeared to be made of a chitinous abdomen segmented in five sections, like a starfish. A cavernous mouth full of razor sharp teeth in the middle of the abdominal array was surrounded by extremely long and dexterous multi-articulated insectile limbs, ending in dagger-like points, sharper than scalpels. From the end of each abdominal section, directional spinners launched very strong threads of silk, able to immobilize any of the brides in a matter of seconds.

The starfish-spider, having been given the order to act, moved as its programmed instincts told it to and, in a lightning fast movement, extended two of his legs and sliced both girls bellies clean, from sternum to vulva. The resemblance to the first processing stages inside their Husband wasn’t lost on any of the witnesses.

Both twins cried aloud in torturous orgasms while their innards splashed loudly in the grass, but they never unlocked their hands or tried to avoid the thin articulated appendages as they quickly gutted them completely, removing every organ from their abdominal cavity with a butcher’s dispassionate efficiency.

Once their bellies had been reduced into a hollow cavity, the aching girls looked at each other and resumed their passionate kissing, their faces streaked by tears and wrinkled by pain. The strange spider was unaffected by that display of sisterly affection, and again launched a pair of its legs, this time stabbing the twin’s cunts and raising them both until they were level with its “mouth”.

The wicked impalement had elicited a shudder of masochistic delight on the twins, replicated by all the child witnesses, which were all masturbating furiously at the spectacle of the razor sharp daggers poking from inside their gutted bellies. Once at the correct height, from inside the cavernous hole that passed as a mouth, an ovipositor appendage was extended, and its end carefully placed on the space between both girls’ emptied abdomens.

Immediately after, the prolapsed ovipositor began to tremble as a spherical shape deformed its length in its wake. After a brief pause a black round egg, maybe a meter in diameter, was ejected outside the appendage in a deluge of foul liquids, nesting comfortably in the gap created between the two disemboweled girls.

Using some free appendages carefully, the spider pushed both kissing girls together, until their hollowed torsos engulfed the egg almost completely. Multiple strands of silk thread began to shoot from the spinners, the dexterous limbs using the threads to further secure the twins together into their unholy embrace.

As they were now supported by a rapidly growing silk mesh, the cunt stabber limbs withdrew in a deluge of blood and Ilsa and Inna, never for an instant separating their glued lips, interlocked their legs and arms into a tight hug that wrapped their nubile bodies around the black sphere.

Thread by thread, both girls and their shared “baby” were slowly cocooned together into a white silk ball which the mutant spider dutifully hanged from a branch. Its work finished, the creature retreated into the deepest fronds of the oak, leaving the sticky ornament swinging with the breeze.

Heather returned to her own body and mind still atop the Pegasus, which had just landed in the border of the island. The whole scene could have lasted half an hour when it first happened, but thanks to the magic of mental sharing, it had only consumed a minute of actual time.

Both brides dismounted from the stallion and headed silently to the tree. The sphere was still there, hanging in the same spot Heather had seen in the borrowed memory. Since that moment, maybe nine months of real time had passed, another “coincidence” that really wasn’t.

The rest of the sixty brides, having dismounted from their respective rides (in different states of composure: Alisson for example was still dripping sticky gel all over the place, and Megan’s skin was an intricate lattice of deep bloody cuts) circled the resting place of the twins, keeping themselves at a respectful distance, waiting for the moment that all their instincts screamed it was but just a minute away.

During all that time hanging, the silk had deteriorated enough that the inside of the cocoon could be seen somewhat clearly. Both girls were still embraced in the same position as Heather had last seen them, their faces locked in a perpetual kiss, their limbs tangled around the egg inside their hollowed abdomens.

However, their wonderful, soft bodies, which Heather had sampled so many times, had withered away feeding the black orb. Those tender, childish girls were now desiccated mummies, the husks of once exceedingly beautiful youngsters, wrapped around the vampiric sphere which had almost doubled its size by drinking their vital fluids.

Suddenly, a faint ripping could be heard up above at the cocoon. All the gazes were directed to the dark egg to confirm the source of the sound. Slowly but surely, a ragged line was bisecting the orb, dense fluids beginning to seep from the cracks.
All the sixty two assembled brides held their breath as the breach widened and the fingers of a small hand appeared between the halves of the shell, grabbing the edges and exerting force. The crack widened slowly, until its structure couldn’t hold anymore and the whole cocoon all but exploded with the pressure of the compressed albumen being freed at once.

The halves of the egg, with the crumbling corpses of the twins still attached to them fell to the ground like a broken piñata, but such a beautifully wicked event wasn’t even paid any attention. What the brides were admiring instead was the glorious body of the teenager who had previously been two persons but now had fused into an altogether different entity.

The beautiful platinum blonde, hovering in midair and still covered by the mucus of her birth, was exactly how Inna and Ilsa would have been had they allowed their minds and bodies to reach the teens. During those last eight months, both their brains had been slowly and methodically combined together by Him inside their fused cocoons, a process reflected in the mental landscape, were the projected bodies of the twins wasted away feeding that new entity.

After a moment of introspective, the newest bride opened her azure eyes, breathed deeply and looked warmly at the assembled harem surrounding her floating body. She descended slowly, like a newly born goddess, and absorbed the sight of each of her sisters with eyes that were both old and young. Everyone assembled returned her gaze with admiration and lust, foreshadowing the following celebratory orgy. Their Husband was also present, His powerful mind permeating every patch of earth, every gust of wind, every ray of light, and He also approved the fusion of the girls.

Every woman also got a glimpse of what the distant future offered them all, their minds slowly joining one another until just a bride remained, His perfect wife. However, that future was still billions and billions of years away, and the today still offered many options for entertainment. Two brides had been forever lost, one bride needed to be welcomed into the family, and the latest addition spoke for the first time.

“Hello, I’m Ilsanna. Have I missed much?”