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See comment section below for a lovely lewd TG TF BE corruption etc story a very generous anon is writing
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Background Pony #EFA4
@Background Pony #EFA4
Also, I think 22 (the one you posted a few hours ago) can actually be woven into the gaps I left in this one, sort of a concurrent kind of thing exploring Lexi’s personal journey during the ‘down’ time. Maybe. I’ll throw something together!
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Part 21
Spoilered: Questionable, vulgar, mind stuff, growth, corruption, non-human hanky panky, dark.
Lexi used the bedsheets to wipe herself clean. It wasn’t just emissions from her most recent special customer, but a constant trickle of fluid from her own manhandled breasts that needed to be soaked up.
“I didn’t realize females in your facet had the potential to be so productive,” the polite but growly voice said.
“Moooooo~oooo, moo moooooooo?” Lexi asked, the words she intended to use automatically filtered by the chocker with the golden cowbell charm.
“Of course, young lady. When I get the survey it’ll be five stars and a nice complement! Though, no offense intended, I don’t believe I’ll be a repeat customer. Although you were very skilled and enthusiastic, I prefer females into whom I can fully plunge and, well, I’m afraid penetration just wasn’t possible with your compact anatomy. Anyway, great work. My compliments to your overseer. And thank you for indulging me so much, Miss Lexi.” The red-skinned, heavily muscled, centaur-minotaur-like creature sauntered to the door with heavy hoof-falls, ducking to let his highly curved horns pass under the header. The door closed behind him, leaving Lexi to clean herself off in solitude.
She wore a cow-patterned bikini bottom that was quite soaked with her own fluids, and her P-cup bra had been turned into a cow-print bikini top that hung from a chair in the dimly-lit room. Because of certain anatomical limitations, she’d had to use the rest of her body to satisfy this customer. In the refractory periods between titfucks, hot-dogging, and other external stimulation techniques, he’d kneaded her large breasts until, to her surprise, a constant film of runny, cream-colored milk had started flowing from her palm-sized aerolas and turgid nipples. She wondered if this was in response to what the customer preferred, as if her body was complying with unspoken requests. She didn’t mind at the time; it was honestly harder to concentrate than usual around him. His massive body exuded a smell other than the usual ‘lust’ scent she was used to; this one carried exaclty one message. Man. Male. Stud. It was so powerful it nearly burned her nostrils to be around him, and it put her in a docile and compliant mood beyond her usual workplace haze. Unfortunately, since his member was far too large for her to take, it also frustrated her that she wasn’t able to get off herself during the entire session. That was on top of the usual sexual marinade she’d endured during work, which was only partially alleviated with Selene before her ‘night shift’ began. Had it really only been a few hours ago that she was modeling a new top and talking about ditching bras for good? Time seemed to get weird when you didn’t actually sleep.
With a clink, the cowbell choker hit the floor of her mirror-mall bordello. “Testing, testing, one two three,” she said aloud, happy that her regular voice was once again reaching her ears. She took this to mean that her shift was ending. Picking up her purse and the transformed bikini top, she clutched them tight and collapsed onto the much-abused bed. She closed her eyes, and then opened them to find herself back in the apartment she was renting, in her familiar world, still topless and clutching her purse and bikini. She sat up with some effort, stretching her whole body from ears to tail. Her chest was still irritated, though. Looking down, she saw that she was still expressing, and that her nipples seemed a lot more swollen than before. A few sprinkles of warm milk landed on the floor as she rose up and tip-toed to her bathroom to run a shower. As the cold water gradually flushed out and steam began to rise from the glass booth, Lexi gave herself an experimental lick. Very creamy and rich, but also quite sugary. It didn’t taste like the cows’ milk she was familiar with. Then again, it was unpasteurized and unhomogenized. Maybe that accounted for it. Throwing her damp black-and-white thong onto the counter, she grabbed the Thigh Monster and stepped into the shower.
A long self-rutting sessions under the beating rainfall of hot water was exactly what she’d needed to unwind and feel like herself again. Halfway through, even her breasts seemed to finally run dry. I hope that’s not a permanent feature now, Lexi thought to herself. (Thinking to herself was easier to do, now that she was ‘off the clock’ and not in the mindset of a professional bimbo.) She and Selene had given up on trying to find bras in any size larger than the one she’d just lost to the customer’s pleasure; finding a nursing bra to fit her proportions would probably be like finding a needle on the ocean floor.
After getting clean in the shower, Lexi stepped out and toweled herself off, then blow-dried her waterlogged mane and tail. While doing so, her eyes were constantly drawn to her figure in the mirror. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Pure erotic fantasy made flesh. Every centimeter, every kilogram distilled from the essence of your lustful dreams. That’s what her look advertised. She was still wearing the Thigh Monster, which strapped to the tops of her thighs and pumped her with every shift of her hips. Dropping her towel, she leaned over the counter and watched herself in the mirror. Mirror Lexi moaned and gasped and cooed and sighed deliciously as she worked the sex toy, her massive chest swinging obscenely as she rocked her body back and forth. If Alex could see me now, she thought sardonically while driving herself to a third climax, he might even say it was worth it. As Alex, she’d always loved the impossibly big ones.
“Dad, you can’t expect me to believe all that,” Darius said confidently. “I mean, I’ve known Lexi since we were kids!”
“Listen to Jay, son,” Devon said. “I met him in boarding school around the same age you met Lexi. We’ve been through a lot together, stuff you can’t image, stuff I would never wish for you to experience. If he tells me this is what’s going on, then this is what’s going on.”
“Unfortunately, your father is right,” the man who’d been introduced to Darius that morning as ‘Jay, an old friend,’ affirmed. “And there is more to it than that. I’m sad to say your family’s own fortune is the fruit of a tree with rotten roots. This house, this wealth,” he said, indicating the richly-appointed room they sat in, “all of it springs from a legacy your father has worked hard to break from. Your father is a good man, one of the first in his family to be so in a long time. He wanted to cut the family’s ties to its past, even before your mother said she was pregnant. But especially now, and especially for you,” Jay leaned in, holding Darius’s gaze with his own coal-black eyes that seemed to burn with invisible light. “And it’s a sad truth that you must know now, if his efforts are to take hold.”
“What are you implying about our family?” Darius asked defensively, a keen edge to his voice.
“Son, we were involved in it.” Devon captured his son’s attention with this assertion, the conviction behind it hard as steel. “My great great grandmother, my great grandfather, my great uncle, even your grandfather. They were part of the network, the dark market. They profited richly from it and you were raised in the luxury it provided us. Just like I was, except I refused to pass along on certain
 traditions when raising you. You needed to be free of it in a way that I never was allowed to be. You’re going to be the first generation that isn’t tainted by that legacy, but only if you accept what we’re telling you as the truth.”
“Are you telling me we were
. what, smugglers? Human traffickers? Sex slavers?” Darius angrily replied.
“All of that and more, and worse. Yes, even worse than slavers,” his father admitted with difficulty, but no less certainty. “Son, I had to let you grow up without knowing to give you a normal life, and normal perspective, so that you could reject it all for the horror that it is! I wasn’t as lucky. I was brought up thinking the world was different for us, that we were exempted. Special. Untouchable. It wasn’t until I met your mother that I started having doubts, and those doubts eventually eroded my conditioning. After a few years of painful self-reflection and hard discussions with your mother, I saw a way out and I took it. But not a day goes by that my youth doesn’t haunt me, son. I will never have the happiness and innocence that you were allowed to grow up with. And I will not die a restful soul. Maybe I’ll be given some comfort in knowing that you lived free of it all. I hope, son
 I desperately hope. Please don’t let me go to my grave knowing I failed to protect even you.”
“Dad, stop talking like that,” Darius pleaded. He could see his father was sincere down to his atoms, but this was all impossible to believe. “C’mon, Pops. It’s just
 it can’t be like you say it was!”
Devon glanced at Jay, who nodded grimly. He turned to the young man seated across from him and steeled himself for what he was about to do.
“Darius, what do you remember about
 Alex?” Jay asked.
“C’mon, we just talked about this! He’s my best br-” Darius stopped, even his breath cutting off. He sat like a statue, barely even able to pump blood, as the sudden tearing away of a mental veil landed on him like a cargo ship. Tears welled up and flowed freely. At last, he closed his gaping mouth and looked away from the two men, feebly groping the outer perimeter of the implications of this jarring return to cold reality. It was a half hour before his sore, red eyes lifted up to his father and the stranger who’d walked in this morning and tore him from a pleasant fairy tale back into a world that seemed even darker and more malignant than before. “What do we need to do?” he whispered hoarsely.
“C’mon in, guys!” Lexi beamed as she welcomed Selene and Darius into her apartment. “Don’t mind the mess!” she said, not even bothering to excuse her topless state. “It’s been radio silence for a few days now, I was starting to get worried!” She pulled Selene into a very squishy hug. Her chest, butt, hips, and thighs were all racing each other to see who could claim the highest proportion of her body’s mass; they engulfed the smaller pixie goth girl like the world’s most lewd beanbag chair as Lexi squeezed tight to her bestie-with-bennies, seamstress, photographer, and confidante. She pulled Darius into a side-hug suitable for their no-longer-fucking-but-still-best-bros status.
“Hey, girlfriend,” Selene said warmly despite her mood. Somehow her captivating unicorn lover was infectiously lovey-dovey enough to brighten her otherwise glum mood, and she allowed it. “We got something to tell you once we can get oxygen again.”
“Please please PLEASE tell me that your dad changed his mind and he won’t mind you having another ‘kept woman’ around the mansion?” Lexi joked, giving Darius a brotherly punch on the shoulder as she released Selene from her clinging grasp. The smaller girl noted with some misgivings that Lexi’s bust was clearly uncontainable now for any bra they’d been able to buy.
“Actually Ahhhhhhh-” Darius stumbled for a moment. “Um, actually yeah. We’re making arrangements for you to move in, but it’s going to be a while yet,” he said, scratching his head and looking everywhere but her chest. “Also, Selene and I have to do a little traveling to get ready for the fall semester at MFU coming up, so, uh
 we’re going to be out of town for a while.”
“Aw,” Lexi pouted. “Well, good news and bad I guess! Can’t wait to live the life of luxury with both of you!” she squealed, putting her arm around Selene’s hip and drawing her closer. The blushing goth bit her hunter-green lip as she was once again shoved into a huge, warm breast.
“Still growing?” she asked, giving her captor a gentle poke.
“Yep! Some of the boys at the shop are starting to throw around words like ‘young MILF energy’ behind my back. Guys, am I right?” she chuckled, giving Darius a knowing look. He found something else to look at, hot blood warmly tinting through his chocolate brown cheeks despite himself. “I’m even having to buy pants at the fat-lady store now,” she said, shifting her firm, round thighs enticingly. “In fact I was just trying on the latest buy. What do you think, guys?” she asked, releasing Selene and taking a few struts back before raising her arms over and behind her head to turn and model the dark shorts that barely stretched around her lower curves, which were enticingly excessive enough to compete against her massive chest pillows for attention.
“Do they, um, hurt?” Selene asked nervously. “Growing out so fast is usually pretty, y’know, brutal.”
“Not gonna lie, I’m pretty much sore everywhere,” Lexi admitted. “It’s like those growing pains we had as teenagers, where parts of your body are pushing out faster than the rest of you can keep up? Kind of a dull ache. And especially these girls here,” she said, giving her tits a demonstrative wobble. “But you know what I find works best?”
“What?” Selene asked, almost hypnotized by Lexi’s impossible curvature.
“Massage therapy,” the unicorn giggled, walking over and taking Selene’s limp hands to place on the circumference of her fleshy globes. Caught under her spell, Selene found herself automatically giving those ridiculous tits a light groping, pushing and squeezing with her tiny fingertips. She was rewarded with the feeling of rough patches under her palms pushing up slowly, stiffening nipples swelling up to the size of two small apples in her hot little hands. A finger lifted her chin up until she was staring into the inviting eyes of her horn-headed host. “What do you say, girl? Will you soothe your suffering companion with a healing touch? Last call for lovemaking before you go,” she cooed. Selene bit her lip and nodded, knowing that despite her worries and concerns she was as good as putty in the caressing hands of a sexual goddess. “Good girl,” Lexi praised her decision with a soft smooch on the forehead as her hands slid down to rest on the diminutive goth’s hips. They were at arm’s length to get past the heavy cushions that hung between them. She turned to Darius. “Room for one more therapist,” she offered.
“Um, nah bro,” Darius said with effort. She could clearly see Little Darius straining against his pants despite his owner’s reluctance. “You two have fun. Like you said, last chance before the trip.” He then excused himself to stand in front of the glass balcony door and gaze out into the neighborhood.
“Suit yourself,” Lexi said, turning back to Selene with a smile. “C’mon, girlfriend. I’m in desperate need of some sexual healing,” she giggled, walking backwards to her bedroom with Selene holding onto her breasts like a drowning woman holding onto a life preserver.
Lexi strutted into the toy shop and prepared to endure another morning of lustful energy charging the air and seeping into her body like a grounding rod. She’d had a ‘dry spell’ of night shift demand lately and was starting to connect the dots. Simmering in the heat of lustful gazes all day was pumping her libido up, and she was expected to expend the excess on her special customers in the mirror-mall at night. But Creepy Boss said he was having to ‘lay low’ for a while to evade
 something or someone who was watching him closely, so Lexi found herself increasingly ‘charged up’ with no outlet other than her toys in her down-time. She even started to suspect her body was taking in all the lustful miasma and turning it into more flesh, perpetuating a vicious cycle. Certainly she was fleshier today than the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that when Darius and Selene said their goodbyes for the time being. Long having given up on bras and seemingly not suffering for the lack of support, she had taken to very liberal use of “lift tape” mostly to keep her enormous beacons from high-beaming every customer who walked through the door. It was ridiculous how little it took to get her body going these days, but on the plus side it also meant her personal sessions could cram more climaxes into the same amount of time. Hell, even the thought of pleasuring her own body, succumbing to its increasing needs, and submitting to the growing chorus of signals to fuck fuck fuck fuck all day long was starting to work her up. Beneath her favorite shirt, the one Selene made for her last week, pressure was building up against the patches of tape as her apple-sized nipples were starting to reflect her mood.
“Just make it through the day,” Lexi told herself as some of the regular appreciators filed in for their daily leering. “Just make it through the day and you can fudge your woowoo all hecking night,” she whispered under her breath, sentiment communicated despite the involuntary censorship her voice enforced during daylight working hours.
HELLO, 4LING! a familiar thought-voice range through her head, as clear as if she was standing underneath a loudspeaker. I HOPE I’M NOT CALLING AT A BAD TIME.
“Like, nope-arooni,” Lexi replied in her best professional ditzy babe intonation, happy for the distraction. She recognized the thought-voice as belonging to her first non-human customer, the one who she’d needed the aid of a ‘TRAINEE’ badge and a mystical symbol to interact with and not go mad at first.
JUST SO YOU KNOW, YOU DON’T HAVE TO SAY IT OUT LOUD. I CAN RECEIVE JUST FINE IF YOU THINK IT. SO, UH, IT WAS LEXI
 WASN’T IT?
Yes, that’s me. I didn’t catch your name last time, though? she thought back.
YEAH, UH, IT’S NOT REALLY SOMETHING THAT TRANSLATES INTO 4LING THINKMEAT. JUST CALL ME WHATEVER YOU LIKE. ANYWAY, UM, I DON’T REALLY KNOW HOW TO APPROACH THIS TOPIC. DO YOU REMEMBER THE TALK WE HAD ABOUT VIDEO EXPORTS FROM YOUR 4SPACETIME?
Oh yeah, the tentacle porn! Lexi answered back. Sure do, but you said you’re not into it, right Carl?
THAT’S RIGHT. BUT Y’KNOW, I WAS KINDA GETTING SOME
. MIXED SIGNALS? FROM YOU ABOUT WHETHER YOU WERE AT THE TIME. ANYWAY, I TOLD ONE OF MY BUDDIES ABOUT THIS NICE 4LING I MET. AND HE’S, WELL, HE -IS- INTO THAT STUFF. SO I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT, IF YOU THINK YOU MIGHT ENJOY A LITTLE ROLE-PLAY, I CAN SET YOU TWO UP FOR SOMETHING. JUST PUTTING THAT OUT THERE.
Oooo, that actually sounds really fun, Mike! Lexi replied, smiling as she stared into the distance behind the toy shop counter. Is your friend nice? When does he want to meet up? Do I have to wear the special shirt again?
OH YEAH, HE’S A GREAT GUY ACTUALLY. SUPER CONSIDERATE AND COURTEOUS DUDE. HONESTLY IT KIND OF SURPRISED ME WHEN HE TOLD ME ABOUT HIS, UH, KINK. ANYWAY, HE CAN MEET UP WITH YOU ANYWHERE-ANYWHEN. TIME AND SPACE DON’T REALLY IMPOSE LIMITS ON US. SO JUST PICK A COORDINATE-PAIR AND I’LL HAVE HIM DROP BY.
Thanks, Tim! Lexi thought back. Sounds fun! How about at my apartment, after dinner tonight? Are those good enough coordinates?
OH ABSOLUTELY, LEXI. WE CAN WORK WITH THOSE. GREAT, I’LL HAVE HIM SHOW UP AND YOU TWO CAN, Y’KNOW, DO WHATEVER. NOT MY THING, SO PLEASE LEAVE THE DETAILS BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU. THANKS FOR BEING COOL ABOUT THIS, YOU’RE REALLY DOING THE GUY A FAVOR. HE’S HAD-HAVING-WILLHAVE A ROUGH 7TIME AND REALLY NEEDS A ‘W’ RIGHT NOW-THEN.
Likewise, Lexi said with a mental chuckle. Take care, Billy! She imaged herself waving goodbye and felt the connection sever as if an old-fashioned phone was set back on its cradle. Lexi made a note in her calendar: tentacles after dinner. Suddenly this day wasn’t looking so stressful after all. She was sure Creepy Boss wouldn’t mind a little ‘freelance’ work when she wasn’t on the clock. After all, it really wasn’t any different than her hooking up with Selene or Darius, right?
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