Three weeks removed from the birth & it was back to business as usual, fortunately for Funn though, there was one silver lining to the latest development in her tragically ironic situation: She got winded very easily.
Due to her now immense girth, Funn would end each sexual session winded, panting, & absolutely drenched in sweat & needing to rest for at least a few minutes.
Because of this, her bastard incestuous son could no longer rut her like an animal all day every day, so Funn finally got to rest.
The Garbollade had gone off to nap, leaving Funn alone for a few hours, the first bit of alone time she had gotten since her capture & imprisonment.
Now sitting on a chair, Funn panted & shivered slightly, exhausted from the three-hour sexual session she just completed.
Her latest pregnancy already showing & her nipples continuing to dribble hot slop, Funn leaned back in the chair weary from the sex & mentally exhausted form the changes that had continued to wrack her body.
For you see, besides the usual, getting fatter, more ragged & loose, ETC… Funn’s corruption had started to create much more noticeable & distinct changes.
First: The green markings on Funn mammoth breasts had started to darken & spread, going down and around her upper stomach & becoming the same shade of green as her son’s markings.
Second: The blueish gray hole that served as Funn’s pussy had Become the same shade of dark green as her & her son’s markings, a heavy contrast to the dark gray skin around it & the Dirty yellow-brown cum the pored out of it which dowsed the three purple eggs by Funn’s feet, all of which shook & moved seemingly ready to hatch just 18 days after their birth.
Third & most shocking of all: The skin on Funn’s arms & hands had peeled away, not like it was flaking off or something, it was entirely gone up to her elbow, revealing a layer of brown, garbage textured flesh underneath, the same texture & color as Funn’s baby daddy.
Scared of what was happening to her body & haven given up hope of escape or rescue, Funn resolved herself to endure the sick game Garbodor was playing with her life.
She would deal with whatever new way her son found to fuck her.
Until they got bored with her & discarded her like a broken toy, putting her out of her misery once & for all, or so she hoped.
Unfortunately for Funn, Garbodor recycled everything.