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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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Thanks! Surprising myself how much I can keep tying back around.
Was hoping for a little bimbo stuff at some point, though I’m thinking it’ll just be a temporary thing caused by something at the shop that wears off towards the end of the entry.
Also:
I’ll take it under advisement! I don’t think it’ll work into Thursday per se, I already had some other stuff drafted. Might be fun to make her weed high echo the bimbo state, so I’ll probably work it in after that. Probably if her friends crash at her place at some point.

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Part 14
Spoilered: contains mind stuff, corruption, sexualized descriptions of nudity.

The fading echo of that tuning fork hummed quietly throughout Lexi’s body, gradually allowing her to process anything other than itself and following Creepy Boss. They were walking. Through the back of toy shop. Why was she here? Dinner was an hour ago. Was she dreaming? It didn’t feel like a dream. Except now the floor below them was curling downwards, seemingly flipping upside down as they walked, but she didn’t feel gravity shifting position to match. Soon they were walking in the dimly-lit front of the store again, all the shelves empty and a hazy purple light glowing dimly beyond the front door’s steel barricade. Creepy Boss worked the locks as Lexi tried to understand where she was and how she’d gotten here. She tried to remember how her day started; waking up in Selene’s bed thinking she’d just stolen Darius’s girlfriend, being talked out of her guilt by both of them, working an unremarkable shift, lunch with Darius, ending the day, going home, hitting the pillow. So she had to be asleep now, right? She pinched her arm. Ouch, that felt real.

“Hurry up, lassie,” Creepy Boss urged as he stepped through the door. Lexi followed almost without thinking. They stepped into…
A crowded shopping mall. But not the bright, clean, ordinary one that surrounded Creepy Boss’s shop. It was dark, illuminated by haphazard patches of colors that glowed neon shades. In the ceiling above were more of those eyeball-sucking voids, just like ‘the old wing’ Creepy Boss used as his Lost and Found department. And it wasn’t crowded with people, but with… things. All shapes. No shapes. Visible eyes, no visible eyes. Walking. Scooting. Gliding. Slithering. Swimming? Some places could either be part of the crowd, or else part of the scenery. They made a hole as Creepy Boss strode through them all, and Lexi followed close behind in his wake. They headed to the right, which seemed like it should have taken them towards the edge of the mall… but it was taking them to the food court, which would have been left in the one she’d just come from. A neon light in unreadable text (you couldn’t read anything in a dream, right? Lexi thought she’d heard that somewhere) shed no light on the shop or whatever they walked into. Lexi found them standing in a small, cramped entry way with Creepy Boss talking to a darkened window, like some sort of ticket counter. He passed something through, waited, and nodded his head as if he’d just been given approval.
“Right, lassie, jus’ walk through tha door,” he said, lifting one of his club-like arms and pointing towards an unmarked door off to one side. “Ye’ll know what ta do.” With nothing else seemingly available, Lexi did so. The door closed behind her.

She was standing alone in a dimly-lit dressing room, facing a full-wall mirror. A rim of rainbow light started flowing around its edge, illuminating her nervous figure in the glass. She squeaked as her clothes suddenly started moving while she was still wearing them; pulling tighter, cinching closer, even the bikini top she was wearing under her shirt seemed to draw up and lift her heavy breasts into a rounder shape, pulling them apart into gravity-defying cleavage like a living wonder-bra. Her shirt squeezed around its contours like she was being vacuum-packed into it, and her shorts retreated up her hips until they were like decorative panties more than casual outerwear. From out of nowhere, a dog collar slid around her neck and tightened down. What the hell? she tried to say, but her mouth was mute. She tried a few more words in vain, but though her mouth opened it didn’t even attempt to form the words she wanted. What looked like a name tag appeared suddenly attached to her shirt. Bending in close to read it in the mirror, she found that it wasn’t a name tag. Not exactly.
\Tax Information - Tax Sheets
Underneath that was the phrase correcthorsebatterystaple
It was the name and password to her porn folder.
The light disappeared for the space of three seconds, and then new lights… impossible lights, came on one by one. They weren’t where the walls of the changing room had been. There were spotlights off in the distance, back-lighting the roiling silhouette of a packed audience in an enormous chamber. She couldn’t see their faces, but she could tell there were thousands of them. Neon lights flickered to life behind her, pinks and purples, casing her body’s outline in a fuzzy glow. Then an overhead spotlight slammed into life, throwing her into existence. It glistened off the mirror-smooth metal pole to her left. At this, the audience started to whistle and cheer. She could see reflected glints in pairs of round, circular eyes among them. Like a cat’s eyes, wide open for night stalking, reflecting back a campfire.
“Ah dancer, ah performer, lass. Yeh’ll be ah guaranteed success!”
Lexi froze. She had no idea how to do a striptease. She’d been to strip clubs a grand total of once, and wasn’t exactly looking for pointers at the time. She tried to ask the audience what they wanted to see, but nothing came out of her mouth. Besides, somehow she knew what they wanted to see. She raised both her arms to show off her tight-packed chest. Immediately the entire crowd bellowed its approval. That same smell, the one when all the guys had been loitering in the toy store talking about her, the one she’d picked up sitting between Darius and Selene… it crashed on her now like a tidal wave from the crowd. It was so overwhelming it almost felt like a physical wall of vapor. Her eyes stung slightly. It was the phantasmal manifestation of lust made perceptible, as if Lexi could see patterns of ultraviolet that had been invisible before.
Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing
From everywhere and nowhere in particular, Lexi felt more than she heard the invading tone of that tuning fork thing Creepy Boss had used back in the toy store. It seemed to fuzz the edge of herself into her surroundings, and open her nerves up directly to the raw sensory input she was drowning in. As the tone faded, her horn still resonated gently, like force-feedback on a game controller, buzzing the bones in her skull and drilling the raucous approval of the indistinct audience directly into her tingling brain.
Lexi spread her high-heeled feet apart and placed her hands on her thighs, leaning forward. More cheers, more approval. She sank to the floor, laid on her back with her horn pointed out to the audience, her packed tits wobbling beneath the skin of her shirt like two spheres of jelly. She lifted her legs straight up, and started spreading them. The crowd enthused, and even without the tuning fork Lexi felt as if their hooting and catcalls were being channeled directly down her horn into her skull. She used the pole to climb into a kneeling position, then let her body lean into it tits-first. Eyes barely open, she put out her tongue and gave the pole a lick. We like that, the audience’s cheers vibrated into her.
Lexi rose to a standing position and turned to face the audience, eyes heavily lidded. Biting her lip, she started tugging at the shirt from the collar, straining the fabric until the topmost button popped. More feedback received. The next button flew out into the crowd. More. Pop. More. Pop. More. Lexi’s arms couldn’t hold out and she jerked them apart, ripping her entire shirt open and baring her torso from the waist up, her huge breasts shaking in their tight bikini restraints, rising and falling as Lexi’s breathing became deeper and more rapid. She could feel the body heat radiating off the audience and bouncing off her exposed skin. You could power a locomotive with that heat, she thought as her horn hummed gently, transmitting the audience’s desire into her body where it started reaching down and mingling with her own.
She slowly peeled her pants off, sliding them down her smooth legs, leaving behind a thong bikini and the audience broadcast their approval. She held it out on the tip of her outstretched foot before kicking it into the audience, and they broadcast their approval. Her whole body was an antenna and their sexual hunger was the channel. It didn’t matter if she was graceful, nor if she was stringing together a competent dance. Her flesh was what they wanted to see. She turned, gripped the pole, moved her silky tail to one side and bent down deeply, keeping her legs tight together except where they naturally formed a gap. Instant approval. She stood, back still turned to the audience, and untied her bikini top. It tugged free from the pressure, releasing her heavy bosom to crash back together in front of her, out of their view, leaving only the enticing arcs of back-boob. They ate it up. She lifted her arms overhead, taking the colorful swimsuit piece with them, and then held out one arm to deliberately drop the clothing to the floor. Nice.
She brought her hands up to cover her nipples, silently grunting as they lit up her nerves with the light contact of her hands. She turned to face the audience as if she were carrying two squishy watermelons. A powerful tide of lust slammed into her with such power that she almost physically reeled. The arousal was definitely also hers now, slowly stoked by the prurient radiation of the audience. Lexi squeezed, pulled, pushed, lifted, and gripped her breasts for them. Her nipples pulled themselves into rubbery strawberries in her palms. Everyone loved her breast play, even her. She lifted one of her soft tits up and gave her engorged nipple a playful lick. It completed an electric circuit that rushed a signal of heightened sensuality throughout her body, amplified by the cheers of the thronging crowd.
Throng. Thong? Lexi released her breasts to dance with the melody gravity and momentum played for them, her fingers skating down her torso and over her hips until they met together again on opposite sides of her string bikini. She gave them a tug, and the audience received her message. She received theirs. The conversation happened on a wavelength that needed no words, not even the shape of them. She turned to show off her backside once again, put her arms out with her thumbs looped under the bikini, and pushed. This time, she did NOT move her tail. They’d have to follow the progress of her swimsuit bottom by watching her hands as they tugged it down past her hips, down the top of her thighs. She bent her knees and leaned forward, letting the pendulous curves of her breasts jiggle. With her legs bent, her arms were able to slide them further. Past the point where her thighs began to curve inwards towards her knees. The audience loved every second of it. Slowly she knelt down further, back to them, propelling her last stitch of meaningful clothing closer and closer to her ankles.
When it arrived at her destination, Lexi stood back up. Her blood was pumping, her lungs were furiously devouring air to feed it, and there was fire burning from her core. This was it, wasn’t it? The point of no return.
She stepped one food out, leaving the bikini slumped onto the other. She was afraid blood would start spouting from her lower lip given how she was pulling it into her teeth.
With a quick motion, Lexi pivoted on her free foot, swinging the other up into something resembling a roundhouse kick as she reversed views for the audience. Her thong released its tenuous grip from the tips of her toes and arced gracefully through the air, its ballistic trajectory ending against one of the audience members. Lexi stood on stage. Her tiny, trim-looking landing strip of low-growing rainbow hair served more as decoration than covering. The audience roared and didn’t stop. Their cries of joy mixed with the blood in her veins, the glint of their reflective eyes dazzling her dilated ones. It was a moment of kismet. This was meant to be.

She didn’t even twitch as the crowd started to rush towards the stage like an avalanche of flesh, a stampede of animals driven not by fear, but by lust. Why run? She wanted to give this to them. As they approached the perimeter of the spotlight that reflected off her pale skin, she noticed at last some features and details. Every member of the crowd wore round glasses. Every member of the crowd had a goatee, framing the same mouth, defining an anchor point on the same face. Every member of the crowed wore the same purple Internet Pony tee.
Lexi suddenly pictured a whole case of Internet Pony figurines, for some reason.
As they reached out to possess her like a prize, Lexi knew who they were. They were Paul, the photographer. But Paul wasn’t his name. He’d had one before that. His name was Alexander, Alex for short. That used to be her name, and her face, and her hands. Those eyes and those hands were finally reaching for something they’d always wanted but couldn’t have. Almost there. Almost got it.

“Tha’s a good lass,” the words of Creepy Boss filtered into her dazed state. Just before the first reaching hands could land on her, a sheet dropped down and Lexi felt like the floor gave way. She panicked at last. Kicking and pushing, she searched frantically for an opening to the fabric that had suddenly trapped her, cutting her off from the crowd that lusted for her. She was on her back, and rolled. THUNK! Lexi hit the floor. Finally finding free air, her hands pulled the sheet down from over her head, ripping it on the tip of her horn.
Dim light filtered into her apartment bedroom. The purple morning sky was beginning to tinge orange. Lexi struggled to her feet. She was naked, except for a pair of high heels. Sweat glistened on her skin like crystal specks on sandstone. She was disoriented only because she expected to feel the slow relaxation take over as one realizes their experience was just a dream… but it didn’t. It remained sharp in her mind as if it had all transpired up to 20 seconds ago. She couldn’t convince herself that she hadn’t been wide awake the whole time.

She? Lexi? Hadn’t she been referring to herself as Alex ever since getting her memory back? His… his memory? Lexi sat on the bed, breathing deep and slow. She realized her horn was still very faintly humming. Maybe she could quiet it down. Like some people can control their heartbeat. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly, thinking of calmness. Quietude. The silence of the apartment. The slow cycle of breaths. Calm. Quiet. Her pulse gradually fell, her body relaxed, and with her steady breathing it seemed the humming of his horn also gradually ceased. Alex waited a few moments more before opening his eyes. There was continuity of memory, but now the name and pronounce came more naturally to him. He was still Alex, right? He felt like Alex. He thought ‘Alex’ sounded better than ‘Lexi.’ Even if his obscenely sculpted flesh said otherwise. Flesh… he remembered the name tag from his dream(?). It was just his porn folder and the password to access it. Well, this body certainly looked like it had walked out of there. That was weird, wasn’t it? He thought that should be significant somehow.

In the harsh light of the bathroom, Alex looked at Lexi in the mirror. Curves that shouldn’t be possible, but were perfectly tailored eye candy. Big, shiny, pinkish-purple eyes. Fuzzy, flickering ears on the top of the head. A spiraling twist of bone jutting out, coming to a sharp point. Locks of rainbow hair. He twitched something, and saw Lexi’s tail flick to one side, swishing more multi-spectrum strands. Even the mirror girl’s pubic hair was like a fuzzy patch of rainbow sherbet. Why hadn’t anyone said anything about a mutant unicorn strutting around? His own mother, even before the… meeting with Creepy Boss, he remembered her not even caring on that first phone call. It wasn’t just his body that was being changed, he thought. Reality, that slippery bastard, was like a localized retroactive continuity around him to make what shouldn’t work fit in. Even his old friend’s memories now had Lexi airbrushed in where Alex used to be, where she had no business being, but no eyebrow raised at it. Alex realized his ears were drooping as he pondered these horrors, and it suddenly felt alien to have big ears that communicated expressions. Except… it also kind of wasn’t alien. Maybe he’d just been getting used to it without realizing over the last couple of weeks.

It had been half an hour, and Alex still felt like he’d never been asleep. But he wasn’t tired; quite the opposite, he felt like skipping coffee this morning. He was wide awake and energized, not even nervously energized but just… “fully charged” he supposed. Then he realized what day it was. This was Thursday morning. He had an appointment after work.

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