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XXX of OOO
Chapter 1: Starting the cycle
Inspired by Hermit Moth
"Knock Knock, anyone home?" A pink girl asked, tapping her squishy, sugary fist against a hardwood door. It soon opened, revealing a thin white disk of a man- standing at knee-high to the princess. Decked out in a dashing three-piece servant's suit. Tails flapping behind its thin noodle legs. "Hello, Peppermint butler. May I come in?"
"Princess Bubblegum, my mistress. Di-Did you just request entry?" The sentient piece of candy asked, clearly confused. Staring up at his master with open worry. "You, you are aware this is your ho-current address, correct?"
Peppermint Butler gestured to the outside of the building. It was a two-story log cabin. Square and squat. Made from the trees of the nearby forest. Built on top of a low, steep hill overlooking a valley and nearby city. A small gardening plot was sewn next to it. Sprouts of something green were already growing out of it.
"Indeed. I am aware. My attempt at jocular wordplay." The princess sighed, looking at her current accommodations. Briefly peaking at her side. The city at the base of the valley. A walled bowl of civilization. Its buildings and streets, twirling confections. Colorful and sweet. Its people were a delight of dull deserts. A castle at its center. A thrown at its heart. A man of grease and rotten hunger wore its crown of candy. The princess squinted at the sight. "I believe I require practice."
"Yes, well- The cabin has been rebuilt to your precise specifications, my mistress."
The candy butler stated, eager to change the subject. Opening the door for his master, Peppermint Butler walked the princess inside her home. It was rather simple and small- for royalty and former leader of a nation. Hardwood walls, floor and ceiling. A plain pink circle of a carpet was all that decorated the floor- and only in front of the front door. An armchair in the corner. A fire place at the front. A small workbench at the far wall. A small, makeshift kitchen to the side. And a stairway going up to the second floor. The only light came from a small lamp and the windows.
"As excellent as can be expected." The pink princess burbled, underwhelmed. "Thank you for your hard work, peps."
"Appreciate the sentiment, but I did very little." The butler admitted, shutting the door behind his master. "Outside help did the lions share of the production. Several of your... many, allies. The strange talking unicorn and the stretchy dog. They gathered the materials and built this place in about an hour. Evidently, two creatures with a history of destruction and warfare have considerable construction skills."
The princess said nothing. Simply hummed in acknowledgment. Staring forward. A blank look on her face. Stiff as a statue. Quite the accomplishment for a being made out of living bubblegum. So squishy and jiggly.
Still worried, her butler coughed- awkwardly.
"Adding to that, your pet human guarded the surrounding area during the construction." The candy servant informed, doing his absolute best to kill the deafening silence. "There were skirmishes. The mammal fought off monsters, raiders, rogue wizards and even a wayward demon. It seems the area surrounding your former kingdom have grown quite dangerous as of late."
"Were any of the assailants from 'the king'?" The princess asked. She hadn't moved, but there was clear interest in her voice.
"Indubitably." Butler nodded. "The mammal defeated them quite handily."
"Good." Bubblegum answered. Her tone, face, and mind absent and detached.
"For such a small, squishy, short-lived creature- the mammal has proven ferocious and single-minded." The butler grumbled, hoping to get something out of his master. "Aggressive as he is canny. If a bit inarticulate."
"Yes, he is."
"My mistress, is there... something amiss?" The butler asked, attempting the direct approach. "Your previous verbal responses to things are usually more... elaborate."
"Amiss?" The princess sighed, strutting over to the armchair in the corner. Closing her eyes in a pout as she moved. "I lost my kingdom to a walking pile of earwax. I've been... Been..."
"Directionless and self-destructive... more than usual." The butler finished for his master as he gathered a footstool. Placing it in front of Bubblegum as she sat down. The princess kicked her feet up over it. Without a thought. She didn't even open her eyes. "I have lost count of how many log cabins you have destroyed in your new abundant leisure- and forced me to rebuild. I do believe we are in the double digits after your muffin escapade last month. That reminds me, how goes the garden you decided to cultivate?"
"That is small potatoes." The princess mumbled, rubbing her temple. Annoyed and frustrated.
"Excellent!" The disk butler cheered. "I love curly fries. Never liked muffins."
"No one likes muffins." Bubblegum mumbled, taking off her gardening gloves and tossing them away. The princess slumped in her seat. "What am I gonna do? More and more disasters are popping up in OOO. The current 'ruler' of my kingdom is running it into the ground. All the while, I'm forced to rely on the sole champion around to fix my mess of the week and rebuild my house- over and over again."
"To be fair, you have been doing the latter for years." The butler shrugged.
"Yes, my one reliable tool has survived the loss of my throne." The princess stared at her left arm, indignant.
"Always happy not to be labeled a tool, my mistress." Peppermint butler quipped, his tone respectable.
The princess ignored her servant.
"I need to get my kingdom back." Princess Bubblegum decided, a determined look on her face. "But I can't just march in and order the guards to hand over my throne and scepter. Even if I did create all of my sub- former subjects in test tubes. The mechanical guardians in my lab. Going in with force like that? The candy people would never trust me again. At best, they'd fear me."
"That has always been the case, my mistress." Peppermint butler stated, without heat. A tremble of terror and respect in his voice. "It would explain why the candy people showed so little aptitude for free thinking and initiative during your rule."
"I did make them dumb. They're... happier that way."
"Yes." The butler agreed, his tone blunt. "Lobotomies do ensure smiling in madness and laughing in pure terror when the boss comes around."
"Do not judge me, servant." The princess grumbled, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Centuries of memories flooded her mind. Stupidity after idiocy after pure mental delinquency by her candy subjects. Never ending... until now. Did Bonnibel Bubblegum really want to be a princess again? To be the endless micromanager of a kingdom of sweet fools- yes. It was her entire purpose. Her very reason for being. Even if it was her cage. Oh, woe is the princess. Heavy is the head that wears the crown. "I have few options. I can't go to the other princesses for help. It would make me look weak. Open for invasion- at best."
"Which you are- currently." The disk butler corrected himself quick.
"Any suggestio- wait." The princess inhaled. "I already know what you'll say."
"Your one remaining 'tool'." Peppermint butler nodded.
"Didn't I just mention how force would be counterproductive?"
"The human has proven himself the champion of all of OOO." The butler rolled his eyes. "Precipitated and instigated regime changes for several kingdoms already. The 'mammal' overthrowing your usurper wouldn't even be out of character for that talking beast. The 'king' has already proven himself a tyrant."
"With my replacement gone, I could walk right in." Bonnibel nodded, the thought gaining traction in her mind. "Take back my throne. My kingdom... My purpose."
"Like it never happened!" The butler cheered, hands in the air. Excited to return to the degree of fancy living he loved.
"And the cycle starts all over again. No one will have learned a thing." Bonnibel exhaled. A hard, thoughtful look on her face. Peppermint butler tilted his head- whole body- at that. "Peps, how much do you know about humans before they died out?"
"Homo sapiens were the dominant life form for a... long time." Peppermint butler shrugged. In the same tone as talking about the weather. "Multiple cultures over multiple continents. Endless differences defined them. One thing connected their kind above it all, without fail. A small number of rulers over the masses. Rulers became tyrants. Masses rebelled. Heroes emerged. Heroes became the new rulers. The pattern repeated over and over again. 'Revolution' they called it. A 'cycle' for us. Growing in complexity and ferocity until... the great mushroom war- and their extinction."
"Is it right?" Bonnibel asked, a worried look on her face. "Relying on the last Homo Sapien to fix my own... cycle?"
"It is what the mammal is meant for." The servant stated, like it was the most natural and obvious thing in the world. "His kind has proven that. Cut away from his own culture, the fleshling has fallowed in his ancestors footsteps- seamlessly."
"And it destroyed the world." The princess announced, her voice echoing in the cramped wooden room. Obvious, naked, fear in her voice. "I've dedicated my life to stopping such disasters."
"Huh, I always thought you were all about gathering power, forcing obedience, and weakening other kingdoms." Peppermint butler shrugged. "Same thing really, I guess."
"I-Is that what you think of me..."
"Yes." The servant answered, bluntly. Ready for the question. "It is what everyone thinks of you. You have given ample reason for all to thinks so."
"S-So... So I have. The price for my place in the world." The princess looked down. Her face losing all emotion or expression. She inhaled. A stony mask appeared. "You make me sound no better than that con-man, the king."
"Oh no, my mistress. You're much better at it." The servant shook his head- entire body. The princess just sat there. Staring at him. The butler sighed. "Back on topic. There is only one human now. He will be dead before we know it. His kind are notoriously short-lived. A few more decades. A century- what of it? You a near a thousand yourself. I am one of your earliest creations. Besides, this mammal? His pointlessly aggressive lifestyle, even shorter!"
"Alright, humoring you. No more." The princess pinched the bridge of her nose. "How would I even convince the mamm- Finn, to depose the earwax king?"
"Isn't it obvious?" The butler asked, a confused look on his face. "The boy has lusted after you since the day you met."
"Embarrassing, but true." Bonnibel rolled her eyes, remembering the same dopey longing on the champion's face as so many men she had met in her long life- at simple first glance. "That reminds me, what of those lines of 'suitors' that had been haunting outside my main lab in the castle all these years?"
"I believe the earwax king imprisoned them and currently using those fools for free labor. You can hear their chains clanging in the city on our hill sometimes."
"Huh, I never thought of that." The princess nodded, a little impressed. "When I wasn't ignoring my 'suitors', I usually just used them as test subjects for my experiments or meat shields during attacks. That method is so simply productive. Remind me of that when I regain my throne."
"Yes, my mistress." The servant nodded, his face was stone. His tone sarcastic. "Slavery has always been the calling card of beloved rulers."
"B-But wait a minute." Bonnibel stammered, ignoring her servant- again. "I'm with Marcy now- finally. I don't want to endanger that."
"This week, maybe." Peps rolled his eyes, exasperated. The princess gave her servant a solid look. Peppermint butler corrected himself. "Wh-What I mean, my mistress- How long until one of you sabotages your new 'relationship' for some cheap drama you both have decided you can't live without?"
"I have become predictable." Bonnibel slumped in her seat, defeated.
"Afraid so, my mistress."
"Where is the 'mammal' now?" The princess asked, pretending to look around her one room first floor.
"In the upstairs 'guest' room- my room." Peppermint butler answered, pointing straight up. "He stayed to shower after killing the usurpers minions. The dog said to 'reward' the human for services rendered- though, he failed to specify how."
"Alright," Bonnibel took a deep breath, standing up. Preparing to march to her stairway. "I guess I'm doing this."
"Wait, Princess Bubblegum." The butler murmured, his words a chore. Pure obligation for his creator. Nothing else. "If you're so disinclined for seduction- it is most likely not necessary. The mammal is very pliable and manipulable. A simple request from you would probably do it. Though, it would not be his priority- meaning, it would take time."
"No, time is running short." Princess Bubblegum shook her head, strutting to her stairway. "It will be too soon before another disaster strikes. That must not be ignored. I can't do anything about that while I'm sequestered away in this hovel while some mad man squanders all I've built."
"You almost murdered the world with muffins thirty days ago." Peppermint butler grumbled, annoyed to the bone... if he had any.
"Like any good ruler, I must... sacrifice for my people. I must... motivate my champion." Princess Bubblegum announced, kicking off her gardening boots as she walked up the stairs.
"I prefer the term 'attack dog', but you're the boss. Good luck." Peppermint butler said, hopping in the armchair. Sliding on a sleep mask and a pair of noise-cancelling headphones. The mistress sighed as she marched her way to the stairs- Peppermint Butler had a thought. "Wait, my mistress. I advise you to 'enlarge' yourself before you go seduce the mammal." Princess Bubblegum gave her servant a look. "Before their extinction, their beauty standards for their females were described as 'thicc'. I believe it means curvature. And, well..."
Peppermint Butler gestured up and down his mistress's body. Bonnibel looked at herself in a nearby mirror. The full body one at the foot of the stairs. It was true. The princess's body was rail thin and flat as a board, with noodle like arms and straw like fingers. It made sense. As a being of pure sugar and intelligent gum, Bonnibel didn't really need to eat anything. In fact, she had a dormant digestive system. Bonnibel never changed her body's shape because she never needed to.
Now she did.
Bonnibel remembered her long years of research on human cultures. Flashes- images of the very body types her servant had spoken of. Closing her eyes, Bonnibel put her thumb in her mouth and blew- hard. The pressure building in her chest. A lot of her chest. Soon enough, the scientist monarch felt her body changing. Morphing. Transforming. Soon enough, Bonnibel was forced to stop when she felt how tight her clothes felt against her surgery pink skin. Opening her eyes, the princess looked in the mirror.
It was exactly the body shape her servant suggested. Peppermint butler gave his mistress a thumbs up. Bonnibel sighed, hoping this would achieve the desired result.
"Alright, time for the princess to seduce the hero so he will kill a king."
Bonnibel nodded, pure confidence in her chest as she finished her march to the 'guest room'- it was a bit more 'tricky' than the princess was used to. Her body's new 'proportions' required more deliberate dexterity than her normal, thin and flat one. Regardless, Bonnibel made it. Standing right outside, Bonnibel heard pounding on wood and the squeaking of bed-springs. The mammal was probably jumping on the bed, like a child. Shaking her head, Bonnibel remembered her servant's words about Jake the dog's demand. Bonnibel took in a deep breath. She knocked. Opening the door.
"Hey Finn, have you thought about a reward for helping me out last-"
"Wait! PB! Don't come in!!"
Finn shouted. There he was, the champion for all of OOO, sitting on his bed. No pants on. A pillow covering his lap. Something poking up in the middle of its fluff. His face was puffy red, embarrassed. Shaking in fear. The metal arm Bonnibel gave him, clanking on his body. The princess, for her part. Stood there, frozen. Shocked- Delighted.
This is perfect. He's already aroused.
"Pri-Princess Bubblegum, what happened to you?"
Finn the champion stuttered, his free hand- the mechanical hand- pointed at her. Astonished. He had a right to be. Instead of her usual royal regalia of pristine pink silk of her overflowing princess gown- Bonnibel was clothed in a simple pair of blue coveralls. Which, up until a moment ago, was a few sizes too large for her small frame. Hanging off of her pink, stretchy body like it was wearing her. But with Bonnibel's transformation, the cheap denim was skin tight and clung to her body.
The princess, not longer thin and flat- was now curvy and voluptuous. Her legs were just as long as before, but now there was relaxed muscle and smooth curves. The overalls legs, which Bonnibel had to cuff before as they stretched beyond her feet- Now couldn't reach her calves. Thick, round thighs- Longer than two pairs of hands could wrap around. Wide, baby bearing hips. A robust waist. A bit of a belly showed though the denim. Even her normally smooth, flawless straight hair was now in a messy ponytail.
Then, of course, the princess's new chest. The 'bib' of the absurd garment had reached up to her collar bone before. Now it was stretched to its very limit. As if its threads were containing a pair of melons against her chest. Pressed, round, bouncy ovals. A pocket of cleavage overflowed the denim at the top.
Truth be told, Bonnibel was a little surprised. Not that she could do this. The being of living bubblegum had grown back entire body parts. But that it was having such an effect on the mammal. Finn the human's mouth fell open. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. Bonnibel could've sworn the thing poking out in the pillow grew doubled in length.
"I-Is this wha-what you look like ou-outside that po-poofy dress?" Finn stuttered, his face blushing deeper. "Per-Perfect."
"Alright, I guess that'll work."
The Princess sighed, clipping off the straps of her coveralls. Unlike before, where the garment fell on its own, Bonnibel had to pull it down off of her- it was so tight. The mammal stopped breathing as the princess's breasts were freed. Unsurprising. Even with the added fluffy layer of her bubblegum hair, Bonnibel's new breasts were larger than her head. Pale pink, round, tear drops with rosy circles for nipples. Dipped, bounced, undulated- Not just Bonnibel's breasts, her whole body. It was... new, for the Princess. Finn gulped as Bonnibel finally pulled her overalls off. Leaving the transformed Princess standing naked before her speechless champion.
"Lie down on the bed..." Bonnibel ordered, tossing the garment away.
"H-Huh?! Wait, real-"
Fin stammered as Bonnibel dropped to her knees before him. The princess flicked the pillow away. The mamma's meat sprung up to greet her. Bonnibel raised an eyebrow at it. Even for a boy just shy of adulthood, it was stout and girthy. The princess approved. She reached out, but the second Bonnibel grabbed it- Finn twitched. Convulsed. His whole body contracting. Rope after rope of white shot out of his meat. Hitting the Princess in the face. Globs of goo on her cheek and nose. Some flinging off to the side.
Soon enough, it stopped. The hero was a panting mess. Embarrassed amazement on his face as the princess just sat there. Bewildered at the suddenness of it all. Finn opened his mouth, but stopped when Bonnibel gathered a glob of white on her finger- and put it in her mouth. The scientist monarch had forgotten what DNA in its purest form tasted like. It was so useful in her lab. It got everywhere when she was experimenting. Even inside a princess's mouth. She missed it, Bonnibel decided. Looking up, Bonnibel saw shocked delight on Finn's face. Surely this would be enough...
'No.' Bubblegum thought. 'Not enough. More is required.'
The princess pushed the champion back. Forcing Finn to his elbows. Bonnibel leaned forward, grabbing her new giant mammary glands- and lowered down. Bonnibell's thighs on Finn's shins. Her bouncing stomach and strong forearms on Finn's thighs. Her bouncing, soft, warm tits wrapped around his thick meat.
"P-Princess Bu-Bubblegum..." Finn huffed, ripping his blue shirt off his body. Desperate to catch his breath. This lithe, wiry upper body revealed. Cut and trim, muscle in fine development. Covered in scars. Shoulders to knees. Filled with stress and need. Nightmares and responsibility ready for release. Pleasure and hope building inside him... among other things. "Ohhh..."
Truth be told, the princess had no idea what she was doing. Bonnibel had never been with a male consort- but she was learning to enjoy the experience. Bonnibel squeezed her expanded breasts. Bouncing them against the pole of meat against her chest. To her amazement, by some miriacle its head managed to poke out between her sizable pink tits. Remembering the 'private stash' she discovered at Marcy's apartment. The princess leaned down, kissing the free meat. Sliding it into her mouth. Thanks to the shower, it was mostly tasteless- but with a subtle musty sweetness.
Lick.
Bob.
Slurp.
The princess continued acting out what she learned from her research and Marcy's 'private stash'. Really, Bonnibel was just moving her body around randomly. Her pink, candy lips, tongue, breasts. She just bounced and bobbed on the pole of meat. The princess had nothing else to go on. She had no instinct, only her mind for direction. Thankfully, Finn was all instinct. Little throught. His body jolted. Pumping his legs, back, and arms. Thrusting his cock into her pink, sugary body. A desperate cry of desire gasping in his throat. One eye open. His other burning into her enlarged breasts.
The princess allowed the champion to do the work for her. As she had many times before. Truth be told, it didn't take long. What her servant said was a solid a fact as any. The mammal had lusted after her for years. While Finn had girlfriends and relations with other women over the years- There was no doubt in the Princess's mind that every time the champion orgasmed, he thought of Bonnibel Bubblegum. And now her tits and mouth were wrapped around his cock.
If the hero lasted for more than a minute, it was by moments.
Bonnibel had walked in on him relieving himself, after all.
Jets of raw DNA spewed out in Bonnibel's mouth. The taste of base chemicals and bunsen beakers inside her lab. As the rate of ejaculation decreased, the princess scientist had a single thought- I could use this.
Pulling away, the meat sprung out of the princess's mouth with a pop- a zing sound filled the room. Bonnibel stood there, sloshing the white globbing contents in her mouth. To her surprise, she actually enjoying the taste. Thick and... copious. Peaking her eyes open, Bonnibel saw the champion staring at her wide eyed. Almost as big and blue when Finn saw her new chest. Tilting her head to the side, Bonnibel remembered a little something from her research on human mating habits. The princess audibly gulped down the champion's cum.
"I-I must be a-awake." Finn stuttered in pure awe. "Even in my wildest dreams, you never did that."
Bonnibel snorted. If this boy had known what the princess and her vampire queen girlfriend had done together over the millennia they'd known each other. What Bonnibel had just done with Finn was actually pretty minor. The two immortal women were shape-shifters. Endless spare time on their hands. In just the last week alone... Bonnibel remembered what Marcy had shape-shifted between her legs.
Bonnibel smiled.
The princess looked at the mammal’s meat. It was as rock hard and erect as before.
His eyes still as aroused and focused as before.
Since the first, the princess had seen Finn the human as some beast to tame. To ensnare, compel loyalty, and to sick on threats to her kingdom and power. The champion would do as asked, but he was never truly hers. Bonnibel had tried so many times and so many ways to leash this useful beast. Her goal was noble, but her method may have been wrong. Instead of a leash, she could use a leaver.
Bonnibel looked at the bed. How large it was.
Instead of forcing or asking, the princess could just let the champion do what he wanted. Allow it to think it was the male’s idea.
Not coercion.
Not force.
Manipulation.
That was the key.
"Oh Finn, after today so many things will change." Bonnie teased as she sauntered around the bed to the other side of the mattress. Her new bouncy body jiggling with every step. Judging by the awed grin on his face, Finn loved every second of it. With a knowing, why-didn't-I-do-this-before smirk, Bonnibel slid onto the other side of the mattress. Propping up the pillows behind her. Pressing her chest out as she opened her legs. Grabbing her new, giant breasts in her hands. Bonnibel winked at her new, loyal, biddable, champion. "So many things."
Finn the champion just stood there frozen. Naked and silent. His mouth open. Eyes bulging out. The only part of him that was moving was his throbbing cock. Bonnibel wasn't even sure if the boy was breathing.
"You... You do know what to do, righ-"
Just like that he charged. Finn the human jumped with a howl. Landing on the bed between her legs, grabbed Bonnibel by her hips and plunging himself into her with a plop. Bonnibel huffed in surprise. At both the jump and the feeling. Finn the human felt so different than Marceline the vampire queen. Not just that he was a male and thus had different equipment, but how he was in bed. Finn was a rutting beast on-top of her- into her, like an animal during mating season. Only able to relieve himself after too long a wait.
His wiry, scarred young body was glistening with sweat. His pantherine like muscles rippled with every increasing heartbeat. His long, golden, wild hair thrashed from side to side with each thrust- and he was thrusting. Long, hard, and fast. Desperate. His gorgeous sapphire blue eyes forced fully open. Finn's pupils were almost as large as Bonnibel's nipples. Even the boy's abs looked like they lived to fuck her. The mammal was panting so intently, the princess was afraid he'd suffocate himself.
"Hey, relax. You don't have to rush."
Bonnibel said, her voice calm. Tone relaxed. That same knowing smirk on her face. Though, she did nothing to slow the mammal down. To her surprise, he did. The boy stopped, a moment, to look at Bonnibel's face- Then he doubled his efforts. His whole body putting in twice the effort as before. His legs, back, core, even his arms did everything they could to increase pumping his meat into her bubblegum body.
The princess rose an eyebrow in amused surprise. Then she remembered her research on human mating. Pride was a factor. Especially for the younger males. They wanted to see their mates purr and mewl and whimper at the male's sexual prowess. To be conquered by his cock, even if he didn't know it. Bonnibel was giving Finn physical pleasure, but not emotional satisfaction.
Too bad for him.
Bonnibel was feeling pleasure from Finn's actions, she was. His body was exquisite. His actions. His effort- His instinct. Finn's thick, meaty cock. Any girl would be a panting, howling, giggling puddle right now. But Bonnibel was not just any girl. She was a princess. A royal that had led her kingdom for many years. The smallest little twitch, rolled eye- even a smile. Whole armies could be raised and destroyed by such things. And they had. Bonnibel trained herself to hide her inner expressions. Even during sexual congress, apparently. Bonnibel wondered if she did the same with Marcy. That made her feel sad.
'No.' Bonnibel thought. 'Now was not the time for that.'
Now the princess must focus on her gambit. To finally tame this beast. She couldn't have him exhaust himself, not yet. Bonnibel wrapped her legs around Finn's behind. Restricting his thrusts. Then she pressed her chest forward again. Grabbing Finn's face and directing them toward her new, giant, round milk makers as they bounced wildly. No. Seriously. Rubber balls would be jealous at how Bonnibel's breasts jiggled. One going down. The other going up. One goes this side. One goes the other.
"Ohhhh!! Ahhh!!" Finn grunted, his blue pupils bouncing along with her pink nipples. His hips slamming into her so fast, Bonnibel could see steam. "PB!"
Finn whimpered, shooting into her. Bonnibel could feel her insides being filled with the same white goo. She had to. The princess bit her lip as her inner folds clinched- cumming on the mammal's meat. Hoping the beast didn't see it. Grumbling, Finn came longer and emptied more cum than either time before- just as suddenly, he stopped. Nearly collapsing. Just barely holding himself up with his arms. Panting, deeply. Tiredly. Just a few breath's away from passing out.
The Princess couldn't have that.
"Finn I-"
The princess- was flipped over. Bonnibel was now laying on her front. Her new, bulbous chest pressing into the soft mattress. Her bigger, wide, bouncier behind was now in the air. Her pink cheeks hovering as Finn spread her legs out with his own. The hero hunched himself over her pink bum- which was wider than his thin torso. His meat arm on her back, his metal one propping him up on the side. To the princess's own surprise, she felt dripping down her thighs. Not just the mammal's leavings, but also her own clear, sugary, arousal. Bonnibel sucked in a breath as Finn grunted- pumping himself inside Bonnibel again.
Finn was just as intense as before. Everywhere but Bonnibel's tits were jiggling now. To Bonnibel's annoyance, she felt her body orgasming again. The princess couldn't have her champion see that. His pride soothed. She wouldn't have nearly as much control over him if he saw the pleasure he could give her. The princess turned away, her face out of view of the mammal- of the male. Her whole lower body twitching and convulsing. Finn felt her squeezing him- even if he didn't know what it meant. His hand gripping her pink behind. He couldn't get half a cheek in his palm- his fingers sinking into her soft bubblegum flesh.
"Y-You and Marcy re-really like this sort of thing." The princess teased, and she was trying to tease him. Ranking the mammals' efforts to that of Bonnibel's own lover should do something. The princess hoped Finn didn't notice her stutter. Though he did start... hopping them up off and back down on the bed with each thrust now. Peaking over her shoulder, Bonnibel saw how glazed over Finn's eyes were. His tongue hanging out. Huffing like the mindless beast of burden he was. Bonnibel exhaled, relieved. "Cute."
"Oh PB! Ugn..."
Finn panted, gripping her thighs with both hands now. Pulling her against him as he thrusted into her. He was going up as she went down. The new angle felt AMAZING for both of them. The princess quietly slapped a hand over her mouth to hide the gasp as she came again- so soon this time. Her squeeze did it for him too. Pinning her back against his front. His skinny body going between her big booty pink butt cheeks. Her bubblegum flesh morphing and stretching around his wiry meat deeper inside her. More and more goop pumped in her. It was only Finn's grumbled roar that hid Bonnibel's squeak of pleasure.
Coming down, the princess was panting herself now- even if she did just lay there and let the male do all the work. As he was meant to.
'Th-That many... orgasms, seems enough.' The princess thought, pulling away. The champion's meat slipping out of her. 'I must have his heart and command by now. Besides, he must be exhaust-'
"Princess!" Finn shouted.
Once again, the princess was flipped over. This time, she was on top and the male was on his back. Her bubblegum pussy was impaled over his meat. His arms wrapped around her back. The princess was naturally taller than the mammal, so her chest was parallel to his head. Meaning, Finn's face was nestled in her breasts. Each one larger than his head. The princess didn't know how he was breathing. His mouth and nose nuzzling one of her nipples.
Finn was thumping into more desperate than ever. His small, thin, wiry muscles were bench pressing her entire body weight now. It was twice as difficult but somehow he was going faster than ever. The champion was motivated. He was going to put his meat in her sweet, juicy, candy center.
He wanted that nougat.
It felt amazing for the princess. Finn's solid as stone body was burning under her. This squat, girthy cock was like a blow-torch. Twitching inside her. Like a vibrator that spontaneously lit on fire... again. Bonnibel was worried she'd suddenly start melting... again. The only good side was that the princess didn't have to worry about orgasming once more- because she was already cumming her candied brains out. She had been since they last switched positions.
The princess mewled. Her tongue hanging out. Her pale pink pupils crossed and popped into thumping red hearts. A trail of them fluttering out of her sockets. Bonnibel allowed this because the mammal- the male, couldn't notice any of it. His face and ears were obscured. One by her breasts. The other by his own desperate huffing. His mind was gone. Only the instinct to mate remained.
"Pr-Princess, I-I'm..." Finn whimpered, tears running down his eyes. Steam trailing off his body and breath. The mammal was a machine as the bubblegum girl bounced on top of him.
"There, there..."
Bonnibel whimpered herself, trying- failing to sound composed. Her extended cummies overtaking her steely, organized mind. Centuries of discipline, study, and responsibility melted away... Bonnibel's mouth shot open, shocked. The princess had never been like this. Not with any of her lovers of a millennia of life. Not with any of her endless machines and beings she created for herself. This one mammal. This one male- This one human. Not even in his majority yet. Was forcing Princess Bubblegum to cum-cum.
The infuriating thing is… HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE WAS DOING IT. The girl of living gum had lost control- for the first time in her immortal life. Bonnibel was worried she'd lose her shape- especially since she just morphed her body. She didn't. It just... tingled. All over. Honestly, Bonnibel’s pussy was clamping down so hard on him, she didn't know how Finn was getting his meat in and out of her.
"Let it all out."
And so he did.
With one last thrust, all of him- every last inch of meat was shoved inside her pink pussy. Her stretchy insides expanded from the excess goo.
Just like that, he collapsed. Finn the human, champion to all of OOO, was finally defeated. His steaming body laid there in a hump. His wiry body slumped like wet noodles. Silently snoring... in quiet peace.
Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum was right there with him- even though she did NONE of the work. Her whole body was buzzing with sensations she had never felt before. The room was spinning. She couldn't fully inhale. With what remained of her slagged iron will, Bonnibel forced herself on her knees. Her jiggly limbs could barely keep together. Her candied insides folding in on itself. Her swollen tits were so large, they were still ballooning on Finn's steaming chest. Arms? Legs? Bonnibel was stuck- at best. Tilting her head to the side, the added weight was enough. The princess fell down. Off the mattress and to the floor. Her bouncy, rubbery face, bobbed on the hard wood.
On finger strength alone, Bonnibel stretched her arm to the knob. By pure luck, Bonnibel inched the door open. A crack to the hallway and hope. The princess called her servant. Hoping he heard the whisper.
"Yes, my mistress. Are you done? You were in here for quite a long- Oh my glob." Peppermint butler gasped. "Look at this mess. I'm already living in a hovel, now I'm sleeping in an animal's mating den."
"Peps..." The princess whimpered. Barely any life to her as she tried sucking her arm back to its previous shape. The princess failed. "Dr-Drag me to my room. Lock the door behind you."
"Do it yer sel- ugh, yes. Princess Bubblegum." Peppermint butler grumbled. Frustrated to the core. "Anything else?"
"D-Do not let Hi-Him see me..." Bonnibel muttered, pointing at the sleeping champion- finally collapsing on the hardwood floor. Snoring soundly. Dead to the world.
"Yes, my mistress." Peppermint butler grumbled, pulling out an instant camera. Taking a picture of his defeated creator. Smiling at it. Filing it away in his suit for future use. "Ungrateful bitch. No wonder you were tossed out of your kingdom."