Ammy-Mel entered the camp cautiously; a few footsteps and drags could be heard from the old gate, one of which hung on a hinge and the other looked like it'd been chewed by a metal-hungry hippo. Through the gates, she treaded like a fox in a forest across to the first building and peeked through the cracks in the wood to see a human. A naked man looked like he was starving with madness in his eyes. She slipped away to the other side before he could notice her.
She assumed this was a barracks by the weapons all over the floor and the bits and pieces of plate armour tossed around. She slipped in through the door once she was sure nobody was inside or that they were fast asleep somewhere. She couldn't find a mace for herself, even under the beds or behind the poles that held up armour. She took a broadsword for herself and decided to get the plates later. Up the stairs she crept like a ghost and peeked into every room until she found another man, skinny to the bones, and slit his throat after she covered his mouth.
Ammy felt sick at the act. Her heart rebelled against her, but this was necessary. She couldn't trust these people. It was kill or be tormented now. She was the summoned character to solve issues, and to stop her, they'd have to capture her alive. Better dead than in bondage. Besides, she could find ways to cope until she was numb to it. The barracks had another floor, and she ascended the stairs quietly. Peeked at the few rooms up top and shut the door to the captain's quarters. It had four wooden windows, two of which looked as if a giant spider had sealed them shut with ancient cobwebs.
A rush of excitement warmed to life in her gut.
Nullshade... Ammy paused before the indecent request. This was something that was so impure it made her feel empowered. If this worked, she'd be even better in bed than— That silent alarm her brain rang before came, but fuck it. This was her time, she'd just have to get it done quickly and hope it didn't slow her down too much. She set her broadsword on the ground beside her and lay spread on the bed. Give me a dick, temporarily.
The feeling she expected in her downstairs area didn't come this time. She felt a sudden need to fuck. Now. She was hungry to bang like a crackhead on withdrawals in a crackhouse. Her skin was lava hot, she fondled her breast through her hoodie and unbuttoned her jeans before she knew it and flicked the bean. Though she didn't want to be bent over, she wanted to bend someone over and really give it to them. The area above her clit ached a little; it was sensitive to the touch. She blinked, and right there and then, she had a penis about five inches long, fully erect.
From all the books she read, a little disappointment entered her consciousness, and she felt a bit greedy for more length and girth. But something crashed into the door on the ground floor of the barracks. She stuffed her new dick away, grabbed her broadsword, swung open the wooden window and clambered out. Managed to quietly climb down and caught the scent of undead flesh. She set off at a run, disappointed she couldn't jack the beanstalk in the fleeting good moment. She was sure she had enough time by the time she jumped over the wall and landed with a thud that her body mass didn't even flinch from. These powers are brilliant! And she cussed herself for not trying her devouring ability on those men. Their sweat and blood at most, anything cannibalistic is... ew.
On the wastes, she glanced back at the barracks again to see that it was now overrun by the undead, who numbered in the thousands; she couldn't decide if they existed to sweep the land or hunt her. She hoped it was the former, which would make sense if humanity was on the brink or concentrated in an area and unable to move. She drew a fat breath of sea air in her lungs and ran.
Thirty minutes of running went by, and she slowed to a walk. Her penis had gone soft. She was hungry, thirsty and everything in between, yet still especially horny. She'd have to keep travelling for another day and two-thirds? Something like that to reach the place, which was a shit prospect. The errors that Nullshade reported must've been the fact that they didn't summon her directly to their location. Which indicates more than likely she is the first of the summoned hero kind, which was nice but a cunt of a fact. She sighed through her nostrils. Bloody keep walking.
Two hours, she kicked a rock in sheer boredom.
Six hours, her feet hurt. She passed by another set of old crags. There was another outpost that looked abandoned about an hour ahead. Her lips were chapped, and her throat was dry. She hadn't seen a river or heard any running water since she'd been on this worrisome land. The clouds above seemed to wrap themselves with increasing density over and over in attempts to block out the already dull sunlight.
Nullshade, give me some water.
Not possible.
She shrugged and hummed Broke and Hungry to herself as she continued on the trek. One more hour and she'd be able to get some rest, maybe find some scraps to eat or... she'd never been through this level of uncertainty or discomfort before. Drinking blood may have to be the solution, though she did not like it. She blinked and thumped her fist on her palm. It was the best excuse ever. In fact, she was sure she could never think of a better reason than her own thirst.
Nullshade, you're in my head. You know what I'm thinking, is it possible?
Increasing semen output to solve your current dehydration, your math is correct. 75CL of semen would be required.
The system can funnel the mana you utilise to supply the semen, but that would leave you with enough for only a few increases of density.
Ways to restore mana from recovered system information:
(All information suggests that powers are given based on who you are as a woman)
Consumption of sustenance
Sleep
Devour ability, which does not include your own body's production.
You also imagined a size increase; this was accounted for to improve the autofellatio.
How is my mana pool in comparison to the strongest known?
Comparison:
Strongest known human: you are less than a pixel to a giant star
Strongest known daemon: you do not exist
Strongest known non-human/non-daemon: you do not exist
Your potential: Stronger than the strongest known human, yes, that means every sexual fantasy imagined is possible with few exceptions.
She pumped her fist and set off at an optimistic run for the dead outpost in hopes it was bloody empty.
She reached the outpost with her mouth parched as the Sahara, and dizziness began to set into her mind, but she pushed through it. The base wasn't entirely quiet. Footsteps could be heard on the right. She peeked and saw a few people drained of colour and dead in the eyes. They weren't zombies, definitely not bloody zombies, but something was off. Their mouths hung open for rainwater that'd never reach 'em, and limbs were slack at their sides. They bobbed and waddled around slower than tortoises.
She took a rock and chucked it over their heads as hard as she could to hit a wall. They all turned around. Ammy-Mel skittered away into a building she was sure was empty. Then up the stairs and quietly closed the door to a dusty bedroom and set herself down on a chair. Her nerves racking her head when she undid her trousers and stared at the button mushroom of her penis.
Okay, Nullshade, I want it to stay this small when it ain't erect. Alright? How many inches?
The details—
Fuck it, just do it, I'm dyin' of thirst and hunger here!
Initiating mana conversion and growth...
She felt the desperate, primal need. Her hand had already strayed to start stroking her flaccid cock without a conscious thought. She breathed heavily as the unfamiliar sensations of pleasure charged the dopamine in her mind into overdrive. Where her dick had sprouted, she felt a mass of something hot build up... Her mouth hung open, breath hot, body sensitive and tense as the changes began. She had no idea what she was missing and now felt no surprise that men got so hooked on wanking daily.
Fuck, Ammy, you're not meant to have this.
And that made her go faster. As her dick hardened, she wondered if, when she was in a better spot, she could get a set of fat balls to go with it. Then it started to grow; it quickly filled her hand and throbbed powerfully with her heartbeat. She wondered how she hadn't passed out from this monster that now reached up between her proud J cups. Veins popped out all across, memories of reading all the smut shit she found online paled in comparison to being a real futanari. Well, maybe a shapeshifter was more accurate. When it reached up to her chest in length, she lowered herself down onto the tip. The precum was salty, but somehow sweet. She'd have to work a bit more on her flexibility...
She went as low as she could but only managed to reach about one-third. Ammy found herself getting lost in the act, the musk, the salty taste and strong scents that came with her new dick. Her heart fluttered in a feedback loop with every throb as she tried but failed to slide down more inches. Instead, she elected to stroke herself and finger her cunny while she worked for the drink she had been craving for so long. Flows of precum seemed endless as she shoved the tip to the back of her throat to greedily swallow more and more. The smooth skin texture with the bumps of the fat veins on her cock only made her more erect. Made her pussy drip. Ecstasy washed across her brain like a strong puff of weed. But better, better than drugs, better than booze. The sweetness faded away long ago; she wasn't sure of anything but swallowing as much as possible.
Soon, she had forgotten about thirst entirely and instead thoroughly enjoyed the twin pleasure of fingers, strokes and sucks and couldn't wait to get someone to do this for her while she got to watch them slave over her beauty and perfection. She pulled herself off of her girl dick and panted for breath, but couldn't pull too far away from its smell. She licked precum that bubbled out of the tip while she caught her breath, then went back to delightful sucking.
The tension in the pit of her stomach warned of coming orgasm, her hands left her pussy and went to stroking as quickly as possible to reach climax. She knew it was a deluge, so she shoved herself down and hoped the tip would shoot straight down her throat. Blinding white in her eyes, strain in her loins and up her molten hot dick, and the dam shattered as shot after shot of salty cream fired down her throat to sate her thirst.