Treyla

<-----Treyla getting ready to "release" a victim.

It wasn't quite what Treyla had asked for.

Treyla had always been one of those girls who had been run down by school life, to be sure, and there didn't seem to be anyway around that. After the first few months, all she could really do is hunker down and take whatever was thrown at her. The teachers were never the problem, of course- at worst, they were apathetic. It was the cramming together of many hundreds of people who were at the stage in their lives when learning was, at best, a secondary concern to other social urges that consumed the hours and minutes between classes. Everyone was looking to distinguish themselves in some way, and part of that was the sorting out of the school hierarchy that ended up with the bookish Treyla sitting right at the bottom. She was not fond of being the cultural footstool, of course, and she did a feverish search to find ways to end up just about anywhere else. As always, she took the research approach to the problem, steeping herself not only in science, but also mysticism.

While calling upon the lost power of missing gods was not the most rational way to deal with high-school woes, it was a method that suited Leyla just fine. While she did go through the motions, she didn't expect the cosmos to actually listen to her actions, which meant it came as quite a surprise when she suddenly found herself tapped into the abandoned powers of a lost fertility deity. The only problem was one that was quite practical as the deity in this case happened to be male, which left Treyla sporting an extra that she hadn't really been accustomed to having up until that point.

Of course, it couldn't totally overwrite who and what Treyla was, but this little infusion did serve to give her what some might well call an impossible body. Not just in the divine thickness of her expanded curves all over her, from top to bottom, her wide thighs, her long, silky hair, or her now enormous beasts, but also the fact that she now had to contend with carrying an astoundingly large prick in a school full of pretty girls, and the fact of her divine compulsions requiring her to keep it under some sort of restraint, preferably one that was soft and comfortable to its sensitive touch even when its desire to mount the nearest fertile woman was at its strongest.

While she is, at most point, able to calm her raging prong, she also acquired another urge, and utilized the same organ for that- the sacrifice of those who had offended her in the past. While she wasn't entirely sure of that, once it came out to a few that she was now sporting a rather huge after-market addition to her body, she decided to silence at least one of her usual tormentors. In a move that she believed would make Freud consider publishing a few more essays, she turned her Priapic weapon on the other girl. She had only sought to splash the girl with part of her amazingly copious load of seed, but her wang had other plans as well. Stunned by the ejaculate, the girl groped around and found that shaft, which soon began to swallow her whole. Before Treyla could even comprehend what had happened, the girl was settled in her sac, churned down to feed the new avatar as well as provide her with even more ridiculously potent seed. Treyla shook her head and sighed, but what was most strange of all was that this kind of thing now seemed normal.

Her reputation has improved, however, as she is known as incredibly virile, able to satisfy even the deepest urges of her female peers and superiors, and the occasional disappearance of a taunting girl or a jealous boy seems to go unremarked on- everyone knows what happens, they just don't care to talk about it too much. After all, Treyla is now the cock of the walk.

And for big jobs? You'd better believe she can hyper it up.