Marine harpy tf cloning

Marnie harpy’s are a petite, slender build Her jet-black hair is styled into twin pointed pigtails tied with red bands, with one side shaved in a ripped pattern and jagged bangs framing her face. She wears a pale pink dress beneath a black leather biker jacket decorated with silver studs and buttons, creating a striking contrast between soft and edgy styles. She accessorises with a silver choker and red hair ribbons,

Harpy’s have a nullge

A nullbulge, or nulge, is a large spherical rubber bulge, around 10cm in radius, almost fitting into the palm of a hand. It is placed at a person’s crotch between their legs, over a person‘s genitals. When genitals are inside a nullbulge, they cannot be removed from the nullbulge. The nullbulge completely prevents orgasms, keeping the person with the nullbulge on edge permanently. The nullbulge is an EXTREMELY sensitive erogenous zone, even a strong gust of wind would be enough to make the person’s knees weak with pleasure. The person with the nullbulge receives INSANE amounts of pleasure when the nullbulge is rubbed, groped or squeezed. The nullbulge’s owner will have the urge to squeeze it. The nullbulge’s ability to prevent orgasms is crucial to keeping the owner edged. The nullbulge acts similar to a chastity cage. The nullbulges work perfectly in their job of blocking and denying orgasms. The only two purposes of a nullbulge are blocking and preventing orgasms, leaving the owner permanently edged and unable to find relief, and to provide extreme stimulation when touched. A nullbulge is NOT A PENIS, IT IS A SPHERICAL BULGE. It will ACT AS A REPLACEMENT FOR THE OWNER’S PENIS OR VAGINA, SEALING THE GENITALS BENEATH THE RUBBER BULGE PERMANENTLY. Instead of cumming, a nullge will simply secrete sweat goop after enough stimulation acting as temporary release

The nullge had a pad lock decal on it

Harpy’s sweat is sticky and viscous, in fact it is rather sweat goop latex y combination.

Marine Harpys have large jet black bird talons feet with thick toes and curved claws. Hands also enlarged and become clawed, developing longer fingers with yellow bird talons before feathers spread up the forearms.

Harpy’s facial features are painted on

During the transformation, the clothes the individual is wearing turn to rubber and fuse with their body

Transformation example:

“Heyyyy sleepyhead! You look like you’re having so much fuuuuun! Thanks for helping me out of the silly rock I was in. I’d been in there for soooo long since the harvest goddess trapped me there! I couldn’t play or make other cute sisters to sniff the talons of or aaaaannnyyything! It just needed a good smack smack smack from someone with a looootta magic in them!~” the figure above christina spoke, her voice squeaky and cheerful. “Wh-whaaa?” the groggy and overstimulated Christina responded, accomplishing very little to change the situation, not that she fully wanted to. “Hihi you're so cute, aaaand smelly too! Almost as good as meee~” the harpy continued. “I gotta make it up to you!” She proclaimed, shifting playfully from one foot to another. “Do you wanna do somethin’ fuuuuun?” The bizarre squeaky girl asked. The musky sweat stink had only gotten stronger with the weird girl nearer to Christina. The air even felt more humid. The flustered Christina would have considered trying to run, were it not for an orgasmic tingling in her nethers when the harpy raised a huge sweaty hand up toward her. It was easily more than twice the size of a normal hand, thicker and much more... clawed. It was the same rubbery smooth texture the rest of the harpy had, with a sort of toylike quality to it. It was also a lovely yellow, like the legs of a cartoony bird. It was also much sweatier than even Christina was, thin drips falling from the big pointy fingers. They were absolutely mesmerizing. “Weeelll? I wanna make my rescuer feel reallllyy gooood!~” the girl said, wiggling some of her huge dripping fingers for emphasis. Christina could only nod. She wanted really badly to bury her face in that hand. The corruption of her mind was already too far along. This girl was a harpy just like the cute girls in her dreams. Christina knew this was meant to be. “Okey dokeyyy!” the bird girl said, smushing the palms of her big hands on Christina's face. Immediately she moaned, fulfilled on the fantasy she had only just been forced to have. They were just hands, but they were so big; so smooth, so squishy, so stinky. They easily covered all of her face and then some the harpy giggling as Christina took a huge sniff of her taloned hands. Sniiiiiiffffffff “ahhhhhhn!” Sniiiiiiiiiiifffffffff “hmmmmmggh!” She continued taking long whiffs of the sweaty funk of the harpy's huge grippy hands. Christina's hand had already found itself back between her legs, pushing against her dress and pants to rub her crotch. She rubbed her sweaty legs together as the harpy girl continued mushing her big hands in her face. The warm palms, the extra surface for Christina to sniff and lick, it was almost perfect... though she had a feeling the harpy’s taloned feet would be even better. This was all so wrong, but even with that feeling in the back of her mind, she couldn't break free from the pleasure. Already, parts of the poor farmer’s body were changing. Body hair began to disappear, and splotches of yellow grew in parts of her legs. She was already at peak perspiration, her clothes completely drenched in sweat from head to rubberizing toe. With another shivering orgasm, legs slowly rubberizing, Christina took one more big sniff, knowing it was soon time for the best part. The bird girl above her stepped back with a rubbery creak, while Christina turned her head to follow, a stupid smile on her face. “Oh! I’m so silly, I forgot to tell you my name, it’s... uh... Elsie! Hihi, right!” the girl said to the moaning girl on the bed. Seeing the harpy a little more clearly, Christina saw that the girl was definitely like the ones in her dreams. She had some sort of draped rubber below her arms, like wings, and her feet were absolutely huge! They were also quite inhuman, with blunted points and a yellow color to them. They had three toes too; three incredibly damp and steamy toes at the end of each thick sole. Oh how Christina wished to take a whiff of them; they were better than her dreams! She absolutely needed them. She needed their stench to infuse every part of her, those sweaty soles squeaking all over her hair and cheeks, tainting them forever. “Talooonnssss! L-lemme smell theeeeemmmm!~” she stammered, rubbing her crotch harder. The rational fight or flight part of her brain was suppressed skillfully by the overwhelming sour stink causing her unending pleasure. “Hihihi! Anything as a reward for saving me; you’ll make such a cute birdieeeee!” The harpy exclaimed in a singsong voice, raising a huge taloned foot, drops of sweat falling to the carpeted floor, likely never to be washed, mentally corrupting anyone who even entered the room. Obliging the request, the harpy slowly lowered her huge foot onto Christina’s chest and face, talons dripping sweat onto her hair. Immediately, Christina started sniffing hard, the smell incredibly euphoric for her, as the harpy giggled above her. Her hair already becoming matted with stinky sweat, she shuddered, moaning from the wonderful feeling of the harpy’s stinky smells. “Silly silly sniffieeees! Rubby rubby squishieeees!~” The harpy sung as Christina began to show even further signs of change. Shuddering in climax again, making embarrassing noises with her nose and tongue, her boots began to stretch, the shape of three distinct bulges pushing the front of them. The pressure of the huge sole on all of Christina’s face couldn’t match the growth of three huge harpy taloned toes pushing and popping her boots. For a few seconds, with stitching pulling and snapping, the boots almost contoured the shape of harpy feet. As soon as those seconds were over, with a huge squuueaaak the boots were no more. At least, the parts that cover the feet were obliterated. Small tears with a glimpse of sweaty yellow rubber peeked out from the remainder of the boots on her forelegs. Forever a sign to her friends that she is forever a silly, stinky birdy! Squeak Squeak Squuuuiiiirrrk! The soon to be ex-hero of Anthos would have watery eyes were it not for the fact that they were quickly rubberizing as well. Her hair already began to change into simpler squeaky shapes, a cartoony mimic of the last hair style she had in humanity. Sniiiiiiiifffff “ahhhhhh hihihi!~” she continued inhaling the musk, her sense of smell being used only to stimulate her with the sour scent of long unwashed feet. Her mouth humiliatingly dripped drool and sweat as it slowly sealed up, changed into a static image of a big squeaky grin. Her eyes forever became an uncanny mix of threatening and alluring, their depth gone. “Cutie smelly birdiiiieeesss!” Elsie sung, as Christina’s growing hand continued to rub at what was quickly becoming a null crotch. It would just be a patch of rubber to loudly squeak and give her unreleasable pleasure forever. Everywhere that her body became rubber, she developed seams, the synthetic nature of her becoming more apparent. “Scoot your cutie hands, I’ve got more fun stuff for youuu!~” Christina’s corruptor beckoned, removing her massive foot from the transforming girl’s soaked face. Christina whimpered, her own noise now coming from a completely static rubbery face. She removed her now huge taloned hand, as the harpy hopped very weightlessly up onto her, sitting her sweaty ass right down on Christina’s crotch. The permanent shiny black spats the harpy had printed on squeaked and squirked loudly. Christina couldn’t see it in the dark of night, but the harpy’s rubbery backside was, like much of the rest of her; surrounded in a sweaty steam. She then quickly planted both of her huge feet on and around the once-farmer’s face, borderline sealing her in a chamber of yellow, rubber, and stink. She shook in an electric and euphoric pleasure, as Elsie’s feet expedited any last changes needed to permanently alter the girl into another corrupted harpy. If the changes were not to finish, the Harvest Goddess could attempt to revert them. Christina, complete with colossal, artificial harpy feet, an unnatural sheen of sweat over the rubbery yellow; would never again have the chance to regain her old self. As the rubberization came to a close, the room now sweatier and funkier than before, Christina moaned through her shiny permagrin, silly printed on teeth unmoving. The harpy girl wiggled her butt, making the now very familiar squeaks as it rubbed on Christina’s shredded clothing covered crotch. Certainly they wouldn’t be so loud if the former farmer hadn’t transformed to be made of shiny rubber herself. The harpy tilted her head as if to make an expression with her unmoving face; and hopped off Christina, who stopped moving her head back and forth in a cartoonish attempt to sniff and lick as best her painted on face could. She could still smell and taste everything, almost better than before. Getting to her big wobbly feet, the harpy asked, “Hihihihi~ Was that fun or what? That Goddess lady is mean for sealing me away, but now I can make tooooons of friends, and they’ll stay that way forever and ever!” she playfully shifted to her other foot before continuing, “...You know, maybe we could even make the goddess our friend too!~” Christina, head now emptied of anything other than air, sniffing musk, and transforming others; could only nod over-excitedly. Her entire being was now thoroughly and uniformly corrupted beyond saving. Her new harpy friend jumped excitedly, a loud squeak from both of her slippery feet before saying one more thing to Christina: “I’m so happy that we’ll be like this forever! There’s noooooo way to turn back once you’ve become a harpy, but the funny stinky feelings make it suuuuuuper worth it!~” The unbelievably smelly former hero of Anthos squeaked her huge yellow taloned feet together, enjoying any and all sensation of her damp rubber body being touched. It all felt so good to her, from her heels and soles to her thick toes and squishy blunted talons. With what little her dumb, horny mind could think, Christina formed a plan. She’d show those old friends of hers that her new friend was tons of fun! With a little sniffing of the steamy sweat on their rubber bodies, they’d go from old to new super quick!~

The sweat goop is clear and is a foggy translucent

When a nullge forms, rubber amasses onto the crotch and turns solid afterwards

Harpy’s are completely made of rubber

the clone of marine which includes the persons identity being replaced by hers

Marine harpys will hypnotize the user into sniffing his talons

Marine harpys have a permagrin and their AND THERE TALON COLOR IS JET BLACK AND NOT YELLOW

There is currently an Marine harpy infection going on where people are being turned into clones of Marine Marine harpys goals are to make more clones of themselves

“Heyyyy sleepyhead! You look like you’re having so much fuuuuun! Thanks for helping me out of the silly rock I was in. I’d been in there for soooo long since the harvest goddess trapped me there! I couldn’t play or make other cute sisters to sniff the talons of or aaaaannnyyything! It just needed a good smack smack smack from someone with a looootta magic in them!~” the figure above christina spoke, her voice squeaky and cheerful. “Wh-whaaa?” the groggy and overstimulated Christina responded, accomplishing very little to change the situation, not that she fully wanted to. “Hihi you're so cute, aaaand smelly too! Almost as good as meee~” the harpy continued. “I gotta make it up to you!” She proclaimed, shifting playfully from one foot to another. “Do you wanna do somethin’ fuuuuun?” The bizarre squeaky girl asked. The musky sweat stink had only gotten stronger with the weird girl nearer to Christina. The air even felt more humid. The flustered Christina would have considered trying to run, were it not for an orgasmic tingling in her nethers when the harpy raised a huge sweaty hand up toward her. It was easily more than twice the size of a normal hand, thicker and much more... clawed. It was the same rubbery smooth texture the rest of the harpy had, with a sort of toylike quality to it. It was also a lovely yellow, like the legs of a cartoony bird. It was also much sweatier than even Christina was, thin drips falling from the big pointy fingers. They were absolutely mesmerizing. “Weeelll? I wanna make my rescuer feel reallllyy gooood!~” the girl said, wiggling some of her huge dripping fingers for emphasis. Christina could only nod. She wanted really badly to bury her face in that hand. The corruption of her mind was already too far along. This girl was a harpy just like the cute girls in her dreams. Christina knew this was meant to be. “Okey dokeyyy!” the bird girl said, smushing the palms of her big hands on Christina's face. Immediately she moaned, fulfilled on the fantasy she had only just been forced to have. They were just hands, but they were so big; so smooth, so squishy, so stinky. They easily covered all of her face and then some the harpy giggling as Christina took a huge sniff of her taloned hands. Sniiiiiiffffffff “ahhhhhhn!” Sniiiiiiiiiiifffffffff “hmmmmmggh!” She continued taking long whiffs of the sweaty funk of the harpy's huge grippy hands. Christina's hand had already found itself back between her legs, pushing against her dress and pants to rub her crotch. She rubbed her sweaty legs together as the harpy girl continued mushing her big hands in her face. The warm palms, the extra surface for Christina to sniff and lick, it was almost perfect... though she had a feeling the harpy’s taloned feet would be even better. This was all so wrong, but even with that feeling in the back of her mind, she couldn't break free from the pleasure. Already, parts of the poor farmer’s body were changing. Body hair began to disappear, and splotches of yellow grew in parts of her legs. She was already at peak perspiration, her clothes completely drenched in sweat from head to rubberizing toe. With another shivering orgasm, legs slowly rubberizing, Christina took one more big sniff, knowing it was soon time for the best part. The bird girl above her stepped back with a rubbery creak, while Christina turned her head to follow, a stupid smile on her face. “Oh! I’m so silly, I forgot to tell you my name, it’s... uh... Elsie! Hihi, right!” the girl said to the moaning girl on the bed. Seeing the harpy a little more clearly, Christina saw that the girl was definitely like the ones in her dreams. She had some sort of draped rubber below her arms, like wings, and her feet were absolutely huge! They were also quite inhuman, with blunted points and a yellow color to them. They had three toes too; three incredibly damp and steamy toes at the end of each thick sole. Oh how Christina wished to take a whiff of them; they were better than her dreams! She absolutely needed them. She needed their stench to infuse every part of her, those sweaty soles squeaking all over her hair and cheeks, tainting them forever. “Talooonnssss! L-lemme smell theeeeemmmm!~” she stammered, rubbing her crotch harder. The rational fight or flight part of her brain was suppressed skillfully by the overwhelming sour stink causing her unending pleasure. “Hihihi! Anything as a reward for saving me; you’ll make such a cute birdieeeee!” The harpy exclaimed in a singsong voice, raising a huge taloned foot, drops of sweat falling to the carpeted floor, likely never to be washed, mentally corrupting anyone who even entered the room. Obliging the request, the harpy slowly lowered her huge foot onto Christina’s chest and face, talons dripping sweat onto her hair. Immediately, Christina started sniffing hard, the smell incredibly euphoric for her, as the harpy giggled above her. Her hair already becoming matted with stinky sweat, she shuddered, moaning from the wonderful feeling of the harpy’s stinky smells. “Silly silly sniffieeees! Rubby rubby squishieeees!~” The harpy sung as Christina began to show even further signs of change. Shuddering in climax again, making embarrassing noises with her nose and tongue, her boots began to stretch, the shape of three distinct bulges pushing the front of them. The pressure of the huge sole on all of Christina’s face couldn’t match the growth of three huge harpy taloned toes pushing and popping her boots. For a few seconds, with stitching pulling and snapping, the boots almost contoured the shape of harpy feet. As soon as those seconds were over, with a huge squuueaaak the boots were no more. At least, the parts that cover the feet were obliterated. Small tears with a glimpse of sweaty yellow rubber peeked out from the remainder of the boots on her forelegs. Forever a sign to her friends that she is forever a silly, stinky birdy! Squeak Squeak Squuuuiiiirrrk! The soon to be ex-hero of Anthos would have watery eyes were it not for the fact that they were quickly rubberizing as well. Her hair already began to change into simpler squeaky shapes, a cartoony mimic of the last hair style she had in humanity. Sniiiiiiiifffff “ahhhhhh hihihi!~” she continued inhaling the musk, her sense of smell being used only to stimulate her with the sour scent of long unwashed feet. Her mouth humiliatingly dripped drool and sweat as it slowly sealed up, changed into a static image of a big squeaky grin. Her eyes forever became an uncanny mix of threatening and alluring, their depth gone. “Cutie smelly birdiiiieeesss!” Elsie sung, as Christina’s growing hand continued to rub at what was quickly becoming a null crotch. It would just be a patch of rubber to loudly squeak and give her unreleasable pleasure forever. Everywhere that her body became rubber, she developed seams, the synthetic nature of her becoming more apparent. “Scoot your cutie hands, I’ve got more fun stuff for youuu!~” Christina’s corruptor beckoned, removing her massive foot from the transforming girl’s soaked face. Christina whimpered, her own noise now coming from a completely static rubbery face. She removed her now huge taloned hand, as the harpy hopped very weightlessly up onto her, sitting her sweaty ass right down on Christina’s crotch. The permanent shiny black spats the harpy had printed on squeaked and squirked loudly. Christina couldn’t see it in the dark of night, but the harpy’s rubbery backside was, like much of the rest of her; surrounded in a sweaty steam. She then quickly planted both of her huge feet on and around the once-farmer’s face, borderline sealing her in a chamber of yellow, rubber, and stink. She shook in an electric and euphoric pleasure, as Elsie’s feet expedited any last changes needed to permanently alter the girl into another corrupted harpy. If the changes were not to finish, the Harvest Goddess could attempt to revert them. Christina, complete with colossal, artificial harpy feet, an unnatural sheen of sweat over the rubbery yellow; would never again have the chance to regain her old self. As the rubberization came to a close, the room now sweatier and funkier than before, Christina moaned through her shiny permagrin, silly printed on teeth unmoving. The harpy girl wiggled her butt, making the now very familiar squeaks as it rubbed on Christina’s shredded clothing covered crotch. Certainly they wouldn’t be so loud if the former farmer hadn’t transformed to be made of shiny rubber herself. The harpy tilted her head as if to make an expression with her unmoving face; and hopped off Christina, who stopped moving her head back and forth in a cartoonish attempt to sniff and lick as best her painted on face could. She could still smell and taste everything, almost better than before. Getting to her big wobbly feet, the harpy asked, “Hihihihi~ Was that fun or what? That Goddess lady is mean for sealing me away, but now I can make tooooons of friends, and they’ll stay that way forever and ever!” she playfully shifted to her other foot before continuing, “...You know, maybe we could even make the goddess our friend too!~” Christina, head now emptied of anything other than air, sniffing musk, and transforming others; could only nod over-excitedly. Her entire being was now thoroughly and uniformly corrupted beyond saving. Her new harpy friend jumped excitedly, a loud squeak from both of her slippery feet before saying one more thing to Christina: “I’m so happy that we’ll be like this forever! There’s noooooo way to turn back once you’ve become a harpy, but the funny stinky feelings make it suuuuuuper worth it!~” The unbelievably smelly former hero of Anthos squeaked her huge yellow taloned feet together, enjoying any and all sensation of her damp rubber body being touched. It all felt so good to her, from her heels and soles to her thick toes and squishy blunted talons. With what little her dumb, horny mind could think, Christina formed a plan. She’d show those old friends of hers that her new friend was tons of fun! With a little sniffing of the steamy sweat on their rubber bodies, they’d go from old to new super quick!~