1-2. school daze
3. the maud couple
4. fake it 'til you make it
5. grannies gone wild
6. surf and/or turf
7. horse play
8. the parent map
9. non-compete clause
10. the break up breakdown
11. molt down
12. marks for effort
13.
the mean 614. a matter of principals
15. the hearth's warming club
16. friendship university
17. the end in friend
18. yakity-sax
19. on the road to friendship
20. the washouts (episode)
21. a rockhoof and a hard place
Thanks!
A lot of that matches up with what I had in mind: some definite stepped-up mind-fuckery and Stepfordization elements were already on the drawing board for the next couple entries (You might have already guessed whoâs shown up in the apartment.) The pacing sounds like itâll work really well for my mental outline.
I appreciate the preview, thatâll really help me tie things up.
[ METAGAMING REMOVED ]
Questions:
Whatâs the general image progression from the new one (24) to 25, 26, and 27? I have an idea how we might wrap up the main plot in 25-26 and have 27 be like an aftermath kind of thing.
Does she have the choker in the remaining images? I could work that in if they do.
Do the others give her those extra thicc thighs too? Iâd like to keep that consistent in the story if possible, for description purposes. IF theyâre not in the image Iâll work around it.
Which ones have a background in them from this point?
Canât believe the end is in sight! Also have some unused draft ideas still hanging around for bonus content/Elseworlds/non-canon stuff.
Spoilered: Explicit, expansion, vulgar, mind stuff, dark.
Heâd wanted a fully-engulfing âpaizuriâ (titfuck), but he was equipped like⊠well, like a horse, and even Lexiâs overabundant rack wasnât quite up to his standards. Fortunately, his bodily fluids had a convenient effect on females when taken orally. One massive blowie later, Lexi found her chest warming up considerably and tingling with unusually erotic sensations. Taking this as her cue, she applied some food-grade lubricant, sandwiched Mr. Tinsleyâs considerable cock between her sensitized mammaries, and began the surprisingly arousing task of stimulating him between her swelling funbags. She didnât expect to get swept up in it herself, feeling like she was actually being properly fucked purely by the combined sensations of her rapid growth and the empathetic effect of skin contact with his member. She squeezed, and they pushed back, increasing the pressure on Tinsleyâs tadger. She was climbing the ladder right along with him as her boobs pulsed and pushed, their expansion creating new nerve endings to feed urgent impulses directly to her pleasure center.
Now, as her growth slowed to a stop, just as the head of his shaft disappeared below their marshmallowy cleavage horizon, she was edging herself as well as the customer. She didnât even need to reach down; just pumping his solid cock between her oiled-up and larger tits was doing the job somehow. The twitching deep within her booby-trap told her that the customer was reaching the end, and at that same moment her own climax struck. She cried ecstatically for both of them (Mr. Tinsley remained mute throughout), her pussy clenching on itself wetly while molten hot spurts of customer-jizz quickly filled all the space between her massive breasts and started running down to puddle on the floor between her kneeling thighs. Orgasming from a breast-expansion titfuck was a new one for her.
After licking Mr. Tinsleyâs piña colada flavored coating off of his shaft and then wiping herself off, the customer patted her on the head, rubbed one of her ears fondly, then left with a silent smile. She sighed contentedly and stretched out on the bed, holding onto her purse so sheâd have it when she âwoke upâ back in her apartment after the night shift. Why bother bringing her top? It was too small now. With a smirk, Lexi patted the sides of her breasts as they spread out from her chest and over her upper arms and shoulders. They responded by jiggling convivially. She had ratcheted up at least 10% with this one, she estimated. Precise sizes were a thing of the past; now she was only âbigâ and âbigger than before.â She closed her eyes, and opened them to see the ceiling of her apartment bedroom.
And yet, her breasts started warming up again. She stared down at them, puzzled, until she remembered: sheâd licked Mr. Tinsleyâs cock clean! That meant another round of growth! Lexi folded her arms around them so that her hands rested against the large, stiffening nipples and chuckled to herself as the familiar pressure began pushing her hands further out. âFuck yes!â she giggled happily as her already monumental bust burgeoned out with a fresh charge of erogenous feedback. Lexi rubbed her thighs together eagerly, manipulating her heavy gelatin-like jigglers and reaping the sensual rewards once more. Despite not swallowing nearly as much as the first time, her chest gladly undertook the same amount of growth, doubling her gain in terms of mass, and Lexi brought herself to orgasm from her own breast play atop the wave of erotically charged sensations a second time. âWhat a rushâŠâ she gasped, sprawled on her bed, two impossibly large tits shifting with her heavy breathing in recovery.
She was in the shower when she discovered that the enhanced sensitivity was apparently permanent, turning her customary soapy cleaning routine into a second masturbatory experience driven primarily by groping herself to climax. âJust⊠like⊠those⊠hentai girls⊠â she panted from her kneeling position beneath the pounding stream of hot water. Lexi didnât think it was possible to love her big, sexy boobs any more than she did this morning.
âI was in the fencing club for two semesters,â he said, but he didnât mention that he only ever got up to âmiddlingâ performance compared to his peers.
âAnd I know how to shoot,â Selene volunteered. âA couple of old boyfriends used to take me to shooting ranges.â
âExcellent, both of you then,â she said. Turning to the line of vaults buried into the solid volcanic rock of the underground chamber, she indicated two locked drawers in particular. The assistant librarian dutifully looked up their numbers in a thick, yellowed book and memorized the combinations to unlock them. One of them contained a thin sword of aggressively shiny yet dark silvery lustre, with two crossbars and a filigreed basket hilt connecting to a sharply pointed pommel, all of the same metal. The head librarian gave him tips on how to use the entire sword as a weapon if necessary; it was smaller and shorter than most blades of this design because of the weight of the metal itself. âSolid is better than plated,â she explained while sheathing the sword and handing it over to the younger Kingston.
The other drawer contained a snub-nosed revolver with a scrimshaw grip, strange figures and geometric designs carved into it. Packed separately with the gun were six snub-nosed bullets with dull black tips capping the same metal as the sword. âHollow-point, with a thin iridium skin. Has to be thin to allow the lead to bloom.â the assistant explained. âThe cavity is capped with wax. Theyâre filled with corkscrew-shaped iridium slivers packed in iridium powder. Designed to penetrate, expand, disperse, and remain in the target; wouldnât do as much damage if they went straight through. Only six of these can exist at a time, unfortunately, so please return it and all unexpended rounds so we can prepared more. Did they teach you what to aim for?â he asked.
âCenter mass,â Selene replied. âI thought hollow-point was illegal?â she asked while hefting the empty revolver experimentally.
âCommon misconception,â the head librarian responded. âStill, I donât recommend getting caught in the act and having to explain that to the authorities,â she snarked.
âYou know, when Dad said we were going to a library I kind of expected us to be looking for some musty old spell book,â Darius said sheepishly as he regarded the blade in its scabbard.
She sighed. âMr. Kingston, I mean no offense but youâre not remotely prepared for the books we keep here. That was your fatherâs choice, and he has his reasons. Besides which, youâre being sent into the warren itself. Blades and bullets are faster than even practiced tongues. So in this case, a sharp stick is better than dangerously insufficient knowledge.â
âI guess,â he said, fighting the unreality of this whole situation. âAnything else we should know?â
âWear the stones at all times and you wonât be deceived by the facade. The underlying weft will be visible through all the layers of warp,â she said. Darius brought up his wrists and looked at the green, polished and inscribed stones set into the cuff links Jay provided him with. Then he looked over at the similar pendant Selene wore on a leather cord as a necklace. âAnd beyond that, you have the Firmament with you.â
Selene and Darius looked at each other, both struggling to accept the reality of this situation. Being given weaponry and told to expect using it in real life against real things felt suddenly like they were doing something wrong; taking a game too seriously, like children who wanted to sword fight and found their parentsâ steak knives in the sink. That understanding passed between them in a glance, and at least the shared knowledge helped them begin to cope. It wasnât crazy if the other one was thinking it, too.
âDonât you two have somewhere to be?â the head librarian asked.
âAw! Last night was, like, totally fun!â Lexi pouted, feeling a little extra ditzy after clocking in. âMr. Customer was, like, so nice and I got super big and now it feels extra EXTRA yummy when I touch my no-no bumps!â she prattled on with a few demonstrative shakes.
âSave it fer tha customers, lass,â Creepy Boss said dismissively before disappearing into the maze of passages behind the store.
Lexi shrugged and went about the task of opening up the store. Some of her regulars were already lining up to be let in for their usual gawking session. Lexi happily performed her work of being delicious eye candy for the loiterers, the smell of their lust charging her up until it was time for lunch break. After closing the store, Lexi took her purse and went directly to the stock room. Without a special customer tonight, and without her two best fuck-buddies around, sheâd have to burn off her charged up libido herself. Peeling off her (if she as honest, too) tight top, then the lift tape that restrained her half-apple sized nipples from showing through in public, she removed several silicone dongs from her purse. Each was fully charged before she left and started buzzing with the flip of a switch. They hummed pleasantly as she tucked one underneath each tit (taking a cue from âthe pencil testâ with her own naughty twist) and slipping the largest one, the size of a policemanâs aluminum four-cell flashlight, down into her cleavage where it dutifully oscillated sheer joy waves into her receptive flesh. Taking a drag on a straw from her home-made piña colada smoothie, Lexi let the wonderful electric cocks tease her newly sensitized breasts for a while before taking her fourth vibe out and having it join them from below, in traditional fashion. With all the assistance, she was able to work her excess charge from the morning leers into three wonderfully relieving climaxes before reluctantly calling it quits to focus on drinking her smoothie for sustenance before break ended. With less than a minute to go, she hiked up her shirt, applied fresh tape to her obscenely huge nipples, and squeezed back into her top. Her legs were a little unsteady as she walked back out into the shop to open for the afternoon hours.
Turning over the same thoughts in the dark wasnât going to do him any good, and sleep was off the table, so he might as well make some coffee and find a distraction. He was laying sideways in the bed. Pillows were nestled between his knees because his hips were so wide, while his body above the waist lay sideways on a large cushion. His breasts hung off to the front, stacked on top of each other like two water balloons. The whole setup was ridiculous, but this is what it took lately to go to sleep and wake up without body aches. Awkwardly working his body like a badly-fitting mascot suit, he turned on the nightstand lamp, brushed the covers off, swept aside a couple of dildos from under the sheets, and sat up, feeling the pull of two heavy fleshbags that hung like the worldâs most obscene pendulums forever at the bottom of his peripheral vision.
As he stood up, he realized they exerted not just a physical gravitational pull, but a mental and emotional one as well. Big tits good. Big fun titties. Touch grab shake suck lick kiss squeeze boobies. Happy boobs. Boobs happy. Pretty boobies, soft, warm, touch touch touch, must be seen, must be felt. Big tits good⊠A constant loop in the background. It was like being the subject of his own one-track mind back when he was a pubescent teenager, with nearly toxic elevated levels of testosterone monopolizing his thinking.
Letting his âhappy boobsâ hang out in the open was suddenly unappealing to him, so he pulled on the biggest T-shirt he owned and slipped into some shorts instead of the tight-fitting lacy thong panties heâd taken to (when he wore underwear at home at all). A stranger lumbered past in the mirror. He turned to examine her. Pretty face, pretty mane, pretty tail, pale skin and ear-fuzz, but what dominated her figure were the enormous knockers that made even his largest T-shirt a midriff.
He hated the way everyone looked at him as he piloted the heavy, awkward body to the locked store and bent down to open the steel barricade before unlocking the door and wiggling in. He looked around at the piles of misshapen, indecipherable playthings on the shelves and display stands and bitterly thought about how heâd become one of them, all cartoonish and plush and made to be displayed, handled.
He was acutely aware of the amount of space his tits took up when he lifted the shutters on the windows, momentarily framing himself to passers-by. Already he could see the usual crowd gathering for their free morning peep show of âbusty unicorn clerk acts like a ditz, flirts for jerks, and soaks up the sex-stink of your perving.â He clocked in and didnât feel like putting on the bimbo act today. It was a struggle not to death-stare all the lechers, variously aged 15 to 38 and whose names he now stored at the forefront of his brain for instant retrieval, who loitered around in lazy circles where they could always have his pornographic body in their field of view when they wanted it.
She suddenly felt better around eleven oâclock. Why had she been so down on the boys? They just wanted some eye candy to brighten their day! She shouldnât be so hypocritical. After all, her body was made to be beautiful and fun for everyone! And come to think of it, âAlexâ was too much like a boyâs name for her. âLexiâ definitely fit her! It was fun, but also sounded like âsexyâ which she definitely was! Now she felt bad for being in such a glum mood all morning and not being fun for her crew. Maybe if she posed a little extra nice for the rest of the day, she could help make it up to them? Putting her hands on the counter, she leaned forward with her chest out as far as she could go and her big tush sticking up, giving her tail a little playful wag. She was rewarded by some of the boys ribbing each other and pointing to her with wicked grins on their faces. Hehe, easy peasy!
âHavinâ fun, lassie?â the unplaceable dialect of Creepy Boss asked from just outside her field of view. She turned to him and gave a friendly giggle like a good professional sales bimbo, so heâd know she was a reliable and subordinate employee doing a good job of sticking to his store conduct policies.
âYes sir!â she chirped. âI was feeling kinda yucky when I woke up this morning, but suddenly now Iâm all better!â
âYa donât say? IntârestinââŠâ he said, bringing up a lumpy hand up to smooth his wiry, lichen-like white beard contemplatively; beady eyes never blinking as he regarded his subordinate. âWell in thaâ case, after yer shift yaâd best go direcâ home, girlie. I need ya ta be plenty rested when ya report fer werk.â
âYes sir!â Lexi said obediently, doing a little bounce for emphasis. Satisfied, Creepy Boss retreated to the shadowy realm of the back hallways as usual, and Lexi resumed the important work of looking great for the customers.
âYeah, I was feeling pretty lousy this morning for some reason,â Lexi said. âBut I got over it pretty quick.â
âWell Iâm glad, sweetheart,â her mom said with genuine satisfaction as she navigated out of the vast parking lot and onto the streets. âYou seemed to be really taking to your job recently, after the rough first couple of weeks.â
âYeah, turns out itâs really fun once you just go with the flow,â Lexi explained. âGuess in the end, I kinda like being in retail. Maybe Iâm a little more extroverted than I thought, yâknow?â True to her long-standing instruction, Lexi didnât mention her occasional ânight shiftâ work.