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https://x.com/Horselover_Fat_/status/1757197828667916750?s=20
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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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Part 26
Spoilered: Body horror, vulgar, mind stuff, remote control, personality alteration, expansion, violence against something non-human, dark.

Like a room-sized taiko drum sounded via pneumatic sledge, the air in the loading dock shuddered violently upon their arrival. Darius and Selene stood back to back, weapons drawn, and spun in place to scan their surroundings. There was an open bay with a small moving truck backed up to it. Moving cautiously to inspect it, they saw half a dozen enormous, organic ovals stood on end. Each was thumping rhythmically, offset randomly from its peers, and thrumming contentedly like a purring cat. Selene took aim, but Darius motioned for her to instead turn ‘round and cover them while he went into the truck and began piercing the giant pods with his blade. Clear fluid and terrible odors issued forth from every puncture, and he made sure whatever was inside each one received at least a few good stabs for thoroughness. The feel of his pointed blade sliding into yielding flesh nearly made him heave even though the disgusting leakage from the deflating sacs didn’t. His hands were twitching like the indicator on a seismograph.
“Where are they loading these from?” Selene whispered. “I don’t see any equipment. Just… gross stuff.”
“What kind of gross stuff?” Darius asked, struggling to maintain composure and situational awareness as he backed out of the truck’s cargo hold.
“Remember the movie Aliens? When Ripley goes looking for Newt? It’s that.”
“Oh. Shit,” Darius said as he noticed the irregular shapes that constituted the ceiling of their location. It seemed to be a single, giant, bowel-like tube affixed to the ceiling haphazardly, silently pulsing and contracting along its length. something heavy was lowering down to the floor level near them; a terminal end with an obvious sphincter. They watched in captivated horror as it retracted, revealing another pod like the ones Darius had just dispatched, then withdrew to the ceiling again. As their eyes followed it up, Darius nearly lost it. Selene grabbed his arm and squeezed. They were looking at a spread out, distorted, but unmistakable…. face. Its lips were pulled back and its jaws didn’t line up anymore, teeth poked out in random directions. But its eyes, small and normal, stared directly at them.
BLAM
The room’s heaving and churning stopped. The tube on the ceiling began to slump and pull away, its grip failing. Selene tried to pull Darius out but he insisted on finishing the freshly-laid pod. The two barely escaped into a hallway before tons of mutant flesh impacted with a heavy THUD behind them. Somehow they could see through illusory darkness and obscuring phantom walls; the corridors were winding, to be sure, but not a lightless infinite labyrinth. They had been instructed to turn right, pass two left turns, then take the third, and that should bring them to…
“Y’know, ya wee sewer-felchin’ wank-bins, we have a policy here,” the lumbering wall of rough hide and obscuring, wiry white beard said as they rounded the doorway. “Ya break it, ya bought it. Ya two owe me some more eggs, and a layer.”
Darius leveled his sword and Selene took aim. “You the boss here?” Darius asked.
“Ain’t no’one else but me, laddie,” the beady-eyed troll said, his voice seeming to emanate from within the inert mass of matted white hair on his face. “Now, about my replace’ments. Ya can ask yer friend Alex how we tend ta werk past these issues.” He reached for something he was keeping behind his back. Darius’s nerve broke. He grabbed Selene by the wrist and bolted out into the hallway. She shouted for him to stop, but he was in a full panic and crying raggedly with his desperate breaths as he tried to pump his legs to safety.
He ran into a wall that wasn’t supposed to be there. It was hairy. Wiry. Coarse. He recoiled from the impact just as much as from fear, and as he drew back into Selene he saw their antagonist standing before them. How did he get there so fast? Darius couldn’t process it. He turned to run the other way, but Selene ripped her hand out of his and took aim. A heavy, club-like fist crumpled her, evicting the breath from her lungs and refusing to take new tenants. Her vision dimmed and little black commas seemed to swim across her eyes.
But her grunt caused Darius to brake and spin around. The mountain that walked towards him, over the prone form of Selene, was saying things. Questions? Accusations? Gloating? He didn’t care, none of it mattered. He lost his nerve and now it was all over. Something something Firmament, something something production. Slowly he was able to process words as they reached him.
“… both serve me purposes. And so will tha two of ya. Because…” here his clenched fist was raised and outstretched, toe-like talons unfolding to reveal a small disk, dark in color, with four glowing arcs of colored light. Yellow, green, red, and blue. They pulsed, waiting for the words to unleash their warping energies. “Simon-”
The gunshots were muffled by the thick obstacle of Simonson’s body filling nearly the entire area of the hallway they were in. He didn’t shake, didn’t shudder, didn’t explode in a fountain of gore like in the movies. But he did stop. “S-Simon…S-s-” his words were lost in a fizzling sound. Somehow his malfunction prompted Darius to swing with a practiced arc, nitro-fueled by desperate energy, which cleaved the meaty mitt halfway down to the wrist and jostled the strange, glowing disk to the floor. It hit with a hollow, plastic sound.
Simonson stood there, dumb and immobile. His neckless thumb-like head nodded. One of his eyes fell out and rolled with a smooth motion on the floor. A marble. It left a patch of smooth skin behind. No sockets. The head slumped again, but not, Darius saw, from gravity. It was being tugged. The swollen growth flipped forward, leaving no neck stump in the shirt. Just more smooth skin. It hung and swung from the inert body, a dark patch on the underside where the throat should have been. The beard reared up and the head quivered, shook, and expanded… contracted… twisted where the four thickly-furred white legs curled and relaxed, loosening their grip on the stump of a body. Like a spider lowering itself from a strand of silk, the beard and head rappelled down the torso and thick legs of Simonson’s fleshy, headless frame on a cable made of glistening red and black nerves and veins. The four legs, each one quarter of the beard’s fluffy volume, groped for the hard floor below.
Darius suddenly imagined a dried spider husk, pinned to a collector’s mount in a frame. He flicked his arm and made one of his own, pinning the hair flesh-spider to the un-piloted Simonson body. It twitched, it writhed, it twisted its body on the blade like a wheel on an axle, sputtering green foam dripping from the wound, and then from tears and pores and openings in the spider-thing’s body… soaking its white leg fur. The eyeless thing contorted until something opened. It drew breath. Ya done broke it now, laddie. Here’s mud in yer eye, something thought angrily into his brain. But that was all the warning he needed. He dodged as the green wad of snot sailed past him and splattered on the wall to his right. The furry legs of the spider-thing twitched and curled in, nerves firing randomly as whatever coordinated them shut down. Whatever fluid filled the sack-like body of the thing was clearly leaking out and vaporizing in the foam that still erupted from its pierced body like an overloaded dishwasher.
It was quiet for a full minute before Darius worked up the courage to sneak past the inert, dead things in the hallway. He rounded the hulking form and saw a wall of green foam running down its back. Selene was laying on the floor, breathing shallow and wet breaths. He ran over and cradled her head, feeling her hand. It was cold. Her skin was pale… er than usual. Her were sluggish.
“Fucker crunched my ribs,” she said, spots of blood flying out of her lips.
A loud explosion roared through the hallway. Jay was there, rushing over with a first aid kit. “Broken ribs,” Darius muttered to him.
“We have to get her back. Dev?” he said to nobody in particular.
“I got you locked,” Darius’s father said from some hidden device on Jay’s person. “Darius, can you hear me?”
“Yeah, Pops,” Darius said, his voice quavering. “I fucked up. I fucked up, I’m sorry, I fucked up I fucked up fucked up fucked-”
“-up I fucked…” He was holding Selene in the basement game room, some of the house staff standing around. They instantly dove in to assess the two, put Selene on a stretcher, and wrapped Darius in a blanket as he kept apologizing with his eyes fixed on the floor.

About 30 hours later, he was sitting in a bedroom of the house’s west wing, second floor. His best bro, though in much modified shape, was laying on her side, propped up on a dozen pillows with her overlarge breasts flopped out onto the mattress in front of her, covered with a sheet.
Darius knew that to even get this far, it had taken a full day of intensive ‘training’ and counter-programming by members of Firmament, under advisement from his father (who seemed to have peculiarly insightful wisdom to offer). It was Jay, Dr. Hutchins, who’d had the idea of unlocking the ‘root’ password to her. Of course she wouldn’t just give it, but with what he called “prompt engineering,” he coaxed her into unlocking the porn folder on Alex’s laptop, slowly and with the password visible, so that it could be written down. Then he tried the phrase “Correct horse battery staple” on her. She acknowledged the password. Score one for lousy OpSec, right?
But even ‘root’ access only allowed so much influence. When the Alex-alike clone had been killed, the tablet he’d brought with him stopped working. So now they were stuck trying to fight her ‘settings’ with the much weaker influence of spoken commands and suggestions. What they’d ended up with by the time Darius came to visit was a decent approximation of the Lexi he’d met at the mall a few weeks ago, except physically. And, they told him, she would always have those ‘service roles’ the fake Alex had instilled in her, lurking below the surface. At lest until his father and some of the others at Firmament could find some way to reverse the process at the same level Simonson used on her in the first place.
“So you don’t remember being Alex at all?” Darius asked, his mood sinking.
“It’s not that I don’t remember my life. I remember growing up, meeting you, all the shit we used to do, all of it. I remember being a guy at the time, too. It’s just that when I try to remember what my name was back then, it’s literally a blank. I reach for it and it’s just….” she paused, letting the space paint the picture. “So you tell me my name was … that, but it doesn’t connect. Even now, try and tell me my name is that word.”
“Alex, your name is Alex.”
“Okay, have me repeat it.”
“Repeat after me,” Darius said, then with deliberate slowness, “My name is Alex Alverson.”
“My name is Pr- … “ she trailed off. “Well, you know. It just doesn’t work. It’s impossible for me to do it.”
“So what -is- your name, then?”
“Princess Sugartits,” Princess Sugartits said matter-of-factly. “But I also answer to Sugartits, Honeysnatch, Bitch, Babe, and Lexi the Magical Unicorn,” she rattled off without even blinking.
“That’s fucked up,” Darius said when he finally understood that this wasn’t some kind of amnesia, or learning disability, but an ongoing psychological barrier.
“Yeah. But you know what the most fucked up part about that is?” she asked. “I don’t even want that name.”
“Why not? Don’t you want to get back to normal?” Darius asked.
“Mostly, except…” Princess Sugartits paused, bit her lip, and mulled over what she was about to say. “Look, there’s something I realized when I started hanging out with you guys again after a few years apart. Back then, the person I was before all this happened? I hate him. He never grew up. What he wanted is what made me like this,” she said, motioning to her entire body. “I’m not exaggerating. Whatever psycho-whatsits that thing pumped into me, it literally just made me into the things I wanted the most. And what I wanted was a huge-breasted personal slut, and an Internet Pony toy. Do you know how humiliating it is to be confronted with that kind of pathetic entitlement? To understand what you expected of people, and the world in general, and find out how fucking awful it all is? That Master- well, I guess I can say the user alex alverson who had me trapped and had his way with me in that apartment? That was just the old me, deep down inside. And to make matters worse, he was a better me than I was. He had a great body, a huge dick, a car, a good relationship with both my parents, and he had a perfect plan to sit around all day playing video games while his perfectly obedient fuck-toy-slash-housekeeper catered to his every whim, no matter how degrading, and sold her sex appeal online to pay the rent. That? That was all me,” she said, her face wet and her eyes stinging. “So no, I don’t want to be anything to do with that shitstain. I was a better person when I was Lexi. Just…” she was bawling now, ugly crying. “Just c-c-c-call me L-L-L-Lex-si, ok-k-k-kay?” She sobbed into a pillow for a few moments, while Darius turned his head. Eventually he heard her continue. “I know you won’t call me any of my other names, and I can’t blame you, so just call me… Lexi… please?”

“How’s it working?” Selene asked after Lexi posed a little bit in front of the mirror that had been brought in for her. Inside this room lined with psi-blocking glyphs to keep her body from absorbing and reacting to the prurient thoughts of the household staff, the two of them had worked on a custom bra design. What they came up with shifted as much of the stress and pull as possible onto the front of Lexi’s stomach, pulling it backwards to help keep her spine aligned. Even still, it was murder on her shoulders and a strain on her back. And her breasts were still tender, so the pressure was uncomfortable.
“I think it’ll do in a pinch,” Lexi said reluctantly, having to throw herself into odd postures to counterbalance the weight of the fleshy pair. They weighed as much as the rest of her combined did at this point. “But I’m not sure even a reinforced corset would do much better. It’s just… too much, you know? And they’re still… still… getting…”
Selene slipped her hand into Lexi’s and wrapped the other one around her shoulder, leaning her head in close for a cheek-to-cheek nuzzle, hoping to head off those tears at the pass. After a while, they tried the shirt they’d made together from a custom pattern. Selene helped as much as she could, as long as it didn’t require her to bend over or hold heavy things and risk her rib cage’s recovery.

You know, when the world’s most beautiful unicorn sex goddess offers you a private night of bliss to celebrate your clean bill of health? You don’t really turn it down. That’s how Selene justified giving in. And it seemed to really boost Lexi’s mood in the end.

Eventually she roped in Darius as well, with Selene’s constant encouragement (“shipping” he called it). And half the female members of the Kingston mansion staff, after a while. She loved making all of them happy. She loved being of service.

After a long while, thinking became possible again. Slowness was required. Stealth. This place was once safe, as safe as any in these corners of existence, but now it was hostile. Firmament crawled through its arteries, looking for anything to pick off or cart off. So the snot allowed itself to slide down the wall, then seep under the floor tiles, and finally it picked up pace the further from a surface it was. It needed to grow a new host. And now it had the materials, the process, and the custom patterns to make a more successful one than the standard-issue lump-lumberer. All this time and effort was not spent in vain; what was once learned could not be unlearned, and if his cache was intact and unmolested… ah, yes. Two pods remained in the secluded section that suddenly leaked a small amount of green snot from the ceiling.
Now he could safely acclimate again, faster than ever, and make his escape. Mirror-mall was nice this time of orbit, and Firmament couldn’t tread there for long. He’d have to be sneaky to make it there, but once he was in the clear… he had some rowdy customers to bring under heel.

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