She felt it, a throbbing deep within, a awakening she couldn't resist. Her will raced as the arousal intensified. The deep touch reached her hidden places, eliciting a primal instinct. She cried out as the intense force spread her whole. Her form was no longer her own, possessed by this overwhelming presence. Each throb brought her closer to an unbearable climax. She longed for more, unable to control the corruption. The build-up was intense, a promise of climax. Her womb throbbed, ready to release. The transformation was total, leaving her reborn. She was immersed in the abyss of corruption. Every nerve ending tingled with agony. This was her new existence. Her soul was a playground for this sensation. She was overwhelmed with an unending hunger. The forces took over, her will surrendering completely. Her womb throbbed, prepared for impregnation. She accepted the fate. Every part of her ached for this powerful ecstasy. The sensation was a drug. She was truly fulfilled.