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https://x.com/Horselover_Fat_/status/1751887043628605461?s=20
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IMPORTANT !!!
See comment section below for a lovely lewd TG TF BE corruption etc story a very generous anon is writing
Part 1: https://derpibooru.org/images/3285568
Part 2: https://derpibooru.org/images/3267499
Part 3: https://derpibooru.org/images/3286793
Part 4: https://derpibooru.org/images/3287205
Part 5: https://derpibooru.org/images/3287961
Part 5.5: https://derpibooru.org/images/3271800
Part 6: https://derpibooru.org/images/3288400
Part 7: https://derpibooru.org/images/3289005
Part 8: https://derpibooru.org/images/3289682
(this is Part 9)
Part 10: https://derpibooru.org/images/3291070
Part 11: https://derpibooru.org/images/3291336
Part 12: https://derpibooru.org/images/3291828
Part 13: https://derpibooru.org/images/3292648
Part 14: https://derpibooru.org/images/3293116
Part 15: https://derpibooru.org/images/3293860
Part 16: https://derpibooru.org/images/3294660
Part 17: https://derpibooru.org/images/3295324
Part 18: https://derpibooru.org/images/3295885
Part 19: https://derpibooru.org/images/3296621
Part 20: https://derpibooru.org/images/3297210
Part 21: https://derpibooru.org/images/3297559
Part 22: https://derpibooru.org/images/3297924
Part 23: https://derpibooru.org/images/3298679
Part 24: https://derpibooru.org/images/3299378
Part 25: https://derpibooru.org/images/3300142
Part 26: https://derpibooru.org/images/3300308
Part 27: https://derpibooru.org/images/3300824
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IMPORTANT !!!
See comment section below for a lovely lewd TG TF BE corruption etc story a very generous anon is writing
Part 1: https://derpibooru.org/images/3285568
Part 2: https://derpibooru.org/images/3267499
Part 3: https://derpibooru.org/images/3286793
Part 4: https://derpibooru.org/images/3287205
Part 5: https://derpibooru.org/images/3287961
Part 5.5: https://derpibooru.org/images/3271800
Part 6: https://derpibooru.org/images/3288400
Part 7: https://derpibooru.org/images/3289005
Part 8: https://derpibooru.org/images/3289682
(this is Part 9)
Part 10: https://derpibooru.org/images/3291070
Part 11: https://derpibooru.org/images/3291336
Part 12: https://derpibooru.org/images/3291828
Part 13: https://derpibooru.org/images/3292648
Part 14: https://derpibooru.org/images/3293116
Part 15: https://derpibooru.org/images/3293860
Part 16: https://derpibooru.org/images/3294660
Part 17: https://derpibooru.org/images/3295324
Part 18: https://derpibooru.org/images/3295885
Part 19: https://derpibooru.org/images/3296621
Part 20: https://derpibooru.org/images/3297210
Part 21: https://derpibooru.org/images/3297559
Part 22: https://derpibooru.org/images/3297924
Part 23: https://derpibooru.org/images/3298679
Part 24: https://derpibooru.org/images/3299378
Part 25: https://derpibooru.org/images/3300142
Part 26: https://derpibooru.org/images/3300308
Part 27: https://derpibooru.org/images/3300824
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Nifty!
I’ve drafted almost enough preliminary material to split the Monday entry into a two-parter before the pic even went live. I’ll take that under advisement for book-ending it and seeing what to distribute where/when. We did talk about a potential time skip if necessary. I already have some ideas.
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Spoilered: suggestive/questionable content, corruption, mind stuff
Lexi looked down at what her latest bra told her were size 28 F-cups. “Uh, that’s not exactly new,” she said.
“Nah, lassie! Tho’ them’s comin’ in handy. Ta’day, ye’rs standin’ out in front o’ the store an’ taking pick-churs with folks, handin’ out free prizes, and urgin’ ‘em to sign up fer tha’ raffle by makin’ a purchiss in-store.”
Lexi frowned. She never liked having her picture taken, and being basically a boot babe sounded like absolute hell to her. Then again, if the alternative was staying inside the shop… “What’s the raffle?” she asked.
“A 10 minute, 10 pick-chur limit private photo shoot wit’ our model, o’ course!” Creepy Boss replied. “Don’t be afeared, there’s rules n’ such-like.”
“You want to whore me out for ten minutes to whatever sweaty perv gets the lucky ticket?” she protested.
“Didn’ I jus’ say there’s rules ’n such-like?” he said, pointing to a sign that was off to one side. Lexi turned to see a painted backdrop with green grass, round hills, a fantasy castle, and a sunny sky with fluffy clouds; it was propped up against a sign.
“Miss, would you let our daughter take a picture with you?” one mother asked, holding her phone in camera mode.
“Absolutely!” Lexi said cheerfully. She knelt down and let the girl hug her, smiling brightly while the phone clicked. Then she handed the girl one of the rainbow-sheened plastic eggs from the two baskets on the nearby stand and told her parents about the raffle. They declined. Normally, Lexi hated humoring kids. But somehow she couldn’t help playing along when someone walked up with their phone out. Some of the parents wanted to get in on the fun, and Lexi posed with them just as easily. She even did requested poses, including kneeling on all fours and grinning while the children sat on her back like a horse. Despite getting her mane, tail, AND ears pulled more than once… it was surprisingly fun. She chalked that up to not being inside the indecipherable misery pit that jokingly called itself a toy shop, as she handed out another set of Slime Putty eggs. Some customers did take the promo up on its offer and go inside to shop, or sign up for the raffle, or whatever. Lexi couldn’t deny it was probably drawing more foot traffic through the shop. And there was no doubt her sex appeal was playing a role.
Towards later afternoon, the older kids started jumping in. A lot of girls would ask Lexi to smile up and do a duck-face co-selfie, or strike a cheerleader pose with them, or hand her some of their bags so they could act like they’d been shopping together. The boys were a little rowdier, and were constantly testing the rules even if they never exactly violated the letter of them. One requested Lexi act like she was fainting melodramatically into her arms. She found herself more than once laughing triumphantly with two teen guys in a headlock under each arm, or laying sideways and being held up by a whole gang of hormonal boys while she smiled like she was having the time of her life. Still, it wasn’t an offer she felt like refusing. One guy asked her to kneel and hold up her hands like paws while he tugged on her tail, and she did that without feeling upset. One guy stood behind her, VERY close behind her, and held up his hands just millimeters away from her chest. It technically didn’t break the rules (since he was of legal age, it counted as age-appropriate), so she allowed it without complaint. Another time she surprised herself by making a hand-stand and easily doing a mid-air leg split while he put his hands on her calves from behind. Thankfully, her shirt didn’t slip for that one. Towards the end, a few found out they could get her to take a piece of paper with something written on it and she’d happily let them get a picture of her proclaiming her undying love for them, or ‘sorry ladies - he’s mine!’ or whatever.
But it was still fun. She found that she enjoyed letting people come up with ideas for her to try with them.
“Next, how about leaning against the wall with your arms up and out, and spread your legs, looking over your shoulder and licking your lips?” he asked, beet red. But Lexi felt like she could do that, so she dutifully turned around and adopted an approximation of the requested pose, accepted a few corrections from Paul, and heard a (SNAP). So far, so good.
“Okay, for this one, how about we do a topless pose?”
“Topless?” Lexi asked.
“Yeah, totally topless, y’know? And, like, hold your hands at your hips and look into the camera like, uh, like you’re staring… y’know, like you really want the guy behind it?” he stammered nervously.
Lexi blinked. Did she just hear that right? Well, it was his photo shoot. She untied the bottom of her shirt and slipped it off, revealing her bra. Reaching backwards, she undid the clasp and let it fall down to her waiting hands. Dropping it on the floor, she kicked it aside and spread her feet out, placed her hands on her hips, and tilted her forehead at the camera with a cocked eyebrow and a slight smile. (SNAP)
“Wow, that was great!” Paul said excitedly.
“Thanks!” Lexi replied reflexively. That wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. Why was she worried about this kind of thing?
“Next, how about a picture of you unbuttoning your pants, with, um, like, looking down at yourself and pursing your lips, kinda?” Paul asked, a little more confident this time.
“Sure,” Lexi agreed readily. She undid the button on her fly and pulled her zipper down, then pushed and gripped her pants as if she was in the middle of taking them off. (SNAP) This was kind of fun.
Next pose, pants removed. Lexi stood in her high heels and panties as Paul maneuvered around for a low-angle shot up from near her foot, aiming up the side of her leg. At his direction, she turned her waist and neck until her face was lined up between her cleavage and looking into the camera. (SNAP)
Kneeling, kneading her breasts with the nipples poking out, bringing one up to her lips. (SNAP) By now they were feeling quite perky.
Laying down, head back and spine arched, legs up in the art and split into a vee. (SNAP). She was really getting into this whole thing.
Paul sat down and requested Lexi crawl up his legs until her tits completely covered his waist, while giving the camera a needy look. Lexi felt his warm, throbbing cock through the leg of his pants pressing against her bare stomach as she did so. It didn’t phase her as the phone gave a (SNAP). Paul smiled as he wriggled awkwardly out from under her.
“Okay, um, two more shots, right?” he asked.
“I count eight, so yep,” Lexi confirmed, remaining sprawled on the floor and waiting for the next direction.
“Sweet! Um, next one, how about you take a selfie with me grabbing your, um, your… y’know, breasts?” he stammered.
“No problem!” Lexi said, standing to her feet and turning around. She let Paul slip behind her, took the phone from him, put it in selfie mode, and aimed it from a high angle while his hands took up position cupping the front of her breasts. They were hot and sweaty, and he was breathing down her neck from behind, and his stiffie was pressing into the back of her thigh. She let him give her some fine-tuned instructions, so that his face would be visible over her shoulder and the lower half of hers would be in the shot, but not her eyes. He pushed her tits up, eliciting a pleasant grunt from Lexi, and when everything was lined up just right, he told her when to (SNAP). “Last one’s next,” she said without even pulling out of his grasp. Paul wasn’t the only one getting turned on by all this; Lexi found it exciting to have someone directing her in such an erotic way.
For his last request, he told Lexi to sit on one of the stock boxes with her thighs open and her hands down her panties, playing with herself. Without hesitating, she complied and started massaging her lower lips and lightly teasing her clitoris, knuckles showing tightening through her stretched underwear. Paul waiting for just the right moment, then… (SNAP).
Lexi relaxed, stopped playing with herself, and stretched. “Okay, that’s all!” she said cheerily. “Thanks for playing our raffle.”
“Oh, my pleasure!” Paul said as he started reviewing the photos. He couldn’t believe how far she had been willing to go with him. “Thank you, Miss Lexi!” he gushed.
“Well, time to close up for the day,” she said after hitching up and buttoning her pants and picking up her bra. “Could you help me back into this?” she asked. Without missing a beat, Paul eagerly took the garment and held it up as Lexi put her arms through it, adjusted the cups in front, and had him close the snaps in the back. “Thanks again,” she said before picking up her shirt and slipping it over her head, careful of the horn, and pulling it down over her chest. Picking up her purse, she led Paul out and closed the stock room, made sure the register was in good order, then escorted Paul to the front and locked up.
“Hey, um, do you need a ride home?” he asked.
“Nope, got it covered,” Lexi said casually. “Thanks though!” she said, giving him a wave and turning to strut towards her customary exit.
Paul watched her backside gyrating with each step, then glanced at his phone to make sure he hadn’t dreamed it. Sure enough, there was a gallery full of Lexi photos.
Q: BUT WHAT ABOUT THE SLIME PUTTY EGGS, ANON? WHAT’S UP WITH THOSE???
A: They’re full of non-toxic Slime Putty! Never stains, never dries out, sticks when you want it and peels off cleanly when you don’t! Changes colors to match your mood! Learns the sound of your voice, but doesn’t care! Doesn’t pick up dust or dirt, never needs washing! The perfect pet: no feeding required! Roll it into a ball and bounce it! Stretch it out and play skip rope! Mix it with a friend’s and get all of yours back out again, like magic! Leave it on a screen full of news websites, then peel it off to reveal a perfect copy that you can stretch and twist! … That’s about it, really. That’s all it does. It’s just really nifty toy slime. Do you know how many plot threads I’m already juggling here? Write your own!
“Hey, it got you too?” shouted someone clicking her way rapidly closer down the horrible gallery of abandoned shopping detritus. A bimbo in tight leopard-print leggings and a lime green halter top stretched over her generous, excitedly wobbling chest was illuminated in her approach by the sourceless pink light lining alcoves in the narrow hallway.
“Bruh?” the recently released girl asked after a sparking of recognition. She looked down at herself; through a few loose ropes of her golden yellow weave she saw her hands raise up with plastic bangles, press-on nails, a hot pink purse, framing the bulging cream-and-coffee flesh that filled out her spaghetti-strap to. She couldn’t see past them to her feet. Was that normal? She wasn’t sure.
Bimbo Bruh caught up to her puzzled friend, gasping for breath. “We gotta get out of here, girl!” she insisted, grabbing her friend’s arm and pulling her out of whatever mind fog was holding her there. They wandered back down the hallway, trying not to look at the eye-sucking whirlpools of void in the ceiling. All around them, things made noises. Shuffling. A clatter as something fell over, unseen. Quiet music bled out from a radio as they passed. There seemed to be no end to this one-way maze.
“Don’t werry yer purdy li’l heads, lassies,” a gruff, familiar voice in some sort of vague accent said. Stepping from an unlit alcove was a massive treestump of a figure, dim pink ambient light glinting sharply off two beady eyes above a wiry white beard. “Ya been Lost. But now ye’r Found. Come wit’ me, the two o’ yas are due ta start yer shifts in Produc-shin. We gotta lots o’ prizes ta give out ta’marrow.” He reached for something in his pocket. “Simon Says…”
The paler of the two began arching her back and bucking her hips against the restraining, obscuring tentacles and her hoarse voice broke into a now well-practiced rising crescendo of pleasure. The muscular cables of flesh that encircled her thighs gently eased them apart further. As her voice gasped in the latest peak before subsiding once again into satisfied, wordless panting, from within the circular platform a series of rattling sounds pinged. Finally, a small clutch of three more hard, rainbow-sheened objects landed in the formerly empty basket. At the same time, her darker-skinned companion began her own renewed cycle of sensual cries. It was a pattern that had repeated since the small hours of the morning.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” Lexi admitted. The last couple of days had their moments, which was more than she could say for the past two weeks. Since on Sundays the store was only going to be open to the public for a few hours after lunch, though, she was NOT looking forward to spending the morning hours with Creepy Boss. Even though his training seemed fairly on the level, in fact everything he said when treating her as a ‘trainee’ made perfect sense, she just didn’t want to be around the walking throwback that long. She still referred to him as Creepy Boss for good reason.
“Just make it until Monday,” Lexi said through gritted teeth. “Just until Monday. Monday…. Monday…” she chanted. Setting her purse down, she plopped her cushy rear onto the chair, swept her tail to one side, and lay back nervously. Immediately, static screeched into her large ears and the TV set popped into action. There was a lot of color separation, which caused Lexi’s eyes to struggle in an attempt to focus the picture. The brightness increased as the set warmed up, displacing any ambient light in the room and monopolizing her vision. A wobbly, low-fidelity soundtrack started playing through the speakers while an analog voice in an authoritative baritone read the title that appeared.
‘HOW TO LOVE YOUR MODELING CAREER, PART ONE. CHARMING THE CAMERA, AND VICE-VERSA.’ Lexi blinked as the harsh glowing title card switched to a cartoon of a young woman, dressed like an ambitious professional. ‘MANY PEOPLE HAVE AN INNATE FEAR OF BEING ON CAMERA. TAKE SALLY, HERE. ALTHOUGH SHE’S TAKEN HER FIRST JOB AS A MODEL, SHE’S VERY NERVOUS. DON’T BE NERVOUS, SALLY! SOON YOU’LL LOVE BEING ON CAMERA! WE’RE GOING TO GUIDE YOU THROUGH IT.’ Lexi relaxed in the chair, her nerves calming down.
From another room, a young woman stepped out, tugging down her shirt, and stopping just short of a collision with her. She was pretty stacked, Lexi noticed, though her clothes were also pretty tacky. Another shapely girl followed, flipping bright yellow artificial braids and yawning.
“Dayum, girl. Remind me to get my eggs froze more often,” she said with a full-body stretch. “Didn’t know I’d be laid up all night puttin’ on my O-face! Even with that nap, I can barely wal- oh, hey!” she said, noticing Lexi standing in front of her friend.
“Uh, hi?” Lexi said, giving a tiny wave. “I’m-”
“Here ya go, lassies,” said Creepy Boss, who suddenly occupied a space behind the two strangers. “20 dollers each, like we said. Rem’mber ta apply some creme twice daily ta reduce tha stretch marks. An’ if ya feel like makin’ a gen’rous donation again, don’t ferget ta’ come here direct and not even check in wit’ tha clinic. They won’t have this per-cedure like we got here.”
“Thank you!” they said, each taking a bill from Creepy Boss’s outstretched hand.
“Now jus’ go straight on out tha back, if ya don’t mind.”
Lexi pulled back to let the pass, overhearing one of them say to the other “don’t know ‘bout you, but I was born with WAY more eggs than I’ll ever need, know what I’m sayin’?” Then she turned to face the arguably-shaped shop owner.
“Oh my god,” whispered her friend in leopard print pants. “Becky, look at her butt!” This elicited a couple of giggles. Lexi waved it off as the door closed behind them.
“Uh, what kind of customers were those, Boss?”
“Ah, t’ay ain’t customers lassie. They were helpin’ wit a production run o’ merchandise on a commission basis. Anyway, let’s go up ta tha’ front and I’ll explain yer schedule ta’day.”
Lexi, deciding she really did not want to know, just moved forward in the wake of the lumbering humanoid as it led her through the dark and winding passageways.