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Lexi’s body was absolutely burning up. She just couldn’t stop staring at all the delicious-looking bulges throbbing in just about every full-blooded male’s pants who walked through the door, the ones who kept staring at her…
“Sir..? May I um, run to the restroom real quick…?”
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https://x.com/Horselover_Fat_/status/1754421351429873879?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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Background Pony #17AE
@horselover-fat
Hmmmm.
Horrified/annoyed/burdened by her overdriven growth is kind of at odds with the catty mean girl angle, I feel. Personally I read her expression as more “uneasy laughter” in that picture, like she’s still uncomfortable with the male attention at times. More bimbo, or something along those lines, I could work in pretty easily.
(I intended the ball’s forced laughter to be acute and temporary in response to getting hit, with the BE being what lasted. Looking for something kind of like that in terms of ‘forced to act a certain way even if she’s aware of it,’ unlike the gum that left almost no memory?)
I was thinking that she’d soon start experiencing a ‘night shift’ thing where she is taken to work at the under-mall dimension from the stripper entry at night, instead of actually sleeping/dreaming.
BTW, any direction in the last few entries you’d like a little less of?
I’ll see what I can cook up.
Background Pony #A151
@horselover-fat
Thanks, already done. Had a big draft prepared that was easy to adapt. Keep ‘em coming!
Hope you don’t mind, for this one I put off any BE since the image is still pretty much within range. I can definitely work some in next time, perhaps with a time skip now that the basic milestones have been hit.
Background Pony #A151
Part 16
Spoilered: Questionable, vulgar, TG/TF, hourglass expansion, human to anthro, corruption, mind stuff, there’s a good chance I may have committed some… light bimboification.
Alex woke up on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket. Darius and Selene were having sex in an easy chair. Darius glanced over and saw that Alex was awake. “Join in, bro,” he urged.
“I don’t have a chick to bang,” Alex protested, surprised at the deeper timbre of his voice. He blinked, and made to rub his eyes. Glasses were in the way. Alex felt his face; coarse, with a perimeter of hair growing around his mouth. He stood up. Underneath the blanket he was wearing loose cargo shorts and a purple Internet Pony tee. His arms were thicker than they had been in a while, and covered with dark hairs.
“What’s the hold-up, bro?” Darius asked.
“I don’t have a hot slut like you do,” Alex said again. A hand clapped on his shoulder from behind. He spun around to face… himself. “Don’t worry,” the other Alex said in his exact same voice. “I’ll get one soon. Lexis, give me what I want.” Someone stepped out from behind the other Alex, a skinny girl with a blank expression and glassy eyes that looked like a shark’s. She locked onto Alex’s gaze and smiled. Her smile widened. Too wide. A tongue flickered out as if to taste the air around Alex and pull it into herself. She opened her smile, and it was dark purple and glistening inside. Two fangs folded down from the roof of her mouth, and she lunged before Alex could react. White hot pain stabbed Alex in the chest as the skinny serpent-girl latched on, forcing Alex to fall backwards onto the sofa before drying out and turning into a cloud of dust.
The venom slithered through his veins like a snake through its prey’s burrow. It reached every part of him and started pushing, pulling, swelling, and collapsing his body in places all at once. His clothing seared away just in time for him to see his naked crotch melting into a feminine twat, now nestled between two slender and smooth thighs. His waist contracted even as his hips bulked out, and his spine tiled back around the pelvis. All the mass of his rib cage squeezed and pulled into a smaller shape, forcing two large bumps to grow on the front of his chest. His throat felt tight. Alex tried to speak but no sounds came out, the expulsion of his breath blowing away the loose, short beard hairs that had covered his face. The now feminized Alex scrambled to sit up and looked down at her naked, modestly-curvy human form.
“More,” the other Alex said as he watched his original self transforming. “Correct horse battery staple,” he recited.
On the couch, female Alex felt another tide of changes blossoming. Her already developed curves started expanding, her hips spreading outward on the sofa, leaving a considerable gap between her thighs even as those thickened up into the right combination of firm and soft. Her chest inflated like two water balloons until they were each the size of her head, nipples poking rudely outwards from palm-sized areolas. She lay on the couch, gasping, aroused, confused, but happy her body was so sexy. “Is… is it over?” she asked.
“I wanted an Internet Pony,” her male alter-ego said. Fem-Alex felt the muscles of her head contracting above her ears, tugging on them. They slide from the sides of her head up to he top of her skull, and filled out like a butterfly’s wings unfolding in the sun fresh out of its cocoon. Her skin turned pale, and something pushed out from the base of her pelvis just above her butt. She leaned over and out poked a finger-like tail, growing to a length of about twelve inches or so, before erupting in rainbow-colored strands of silky hair. The hair on her head was also growing and changing color, hanging down to obscure her vision. She tossed her mane to one side, her hand running over a hard lump on her forehead. She touched it gingerly, and a hot throbbing pressure started to build inside the front of her skull. It pushed out at the same time it seemed to sink roots backwards into her brain, forming a hard spiral of smooth bone that conducted signals into her mind like a radio antenna.
“Perfect,” the male Alex said. “Exactly what Alex likes.”
“But I’m Alex,” she said, her smoother and more feminine voice ringing in a higher pitch.
“Not anymore. Alex doesn’t suck his best bro’s cock, remember? You’re Lexi, and your entire purpose is to be what Alex wanted,” her male doppelganger said.
“Oh,” she replied, accepting this answer readily. As a former Alex, she agreed that her new form was extremely appealing. Pornographically so, even. “Am I a good slut for Alex?” she asked.
“I think you are,” Alex replied. “Now come here and let me play with my new tits.”
“Yes sir!” Lexi giggled on the couch, loving the way Alex was looking at her body. He smelled like lust. She was glad Alex finally had what he wanted. If he said her tits belonged to him, then that’s who they belonged to and he could do whatever he wanted with them. She stood to full height on the couch, but her tippy-toes sank into the cushions. She lost her balance. Gravity wanted her body just as much as Alex did, and she started falling.
Lexi jerked awake on the sofa, covered in a blanket. Her eyes darted around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Oh yeah, she was at the Kingston mansion. Last night Selene gave her some new clothes, they had a threesome, and she sucked Darius off to celebrate him getting into an exclusive PhD program. She smiled, remembering how it felt to make him cum in her mouth, and how he tasted just like piña colada. Not what she was expecting, but it was her favorite flavor. Even moreso now, she mused. Lexi stretched luxuriously under the warm blanket, enjoying the plush leather sofa under her naked skin. She realized her panties were gone; someone must have stripped her when they got wet last night. So thoughtful.
Lexi rose and wrapped the blanket around herself. She didn’t know if it was still just Darius and Selene in the house, so she tip-toed silently through the seemingly empty mansion and up the stairs, taking a right down the east wing. The door to Selene’s room was open, so she went inside. All the boxes that had been on the bed were moved to the floor, and the bedsheets were mussed up. Someone was taking a shower in the attached bath. Lexi let the blanket fall from her body and walked into the richly decorated bathroom where steam was billowing out. Selene was showering, and hadn’t even pulled the door closed.
“Oh hey, good morning sleepy head!” the short-haired goth girl chirped as she turned her petite naked body under the streaming torrent of hot water. “Come on in, the water’s fine!”
Lexi adored the lacy underwear from Selene’s gift, relishing how it looked on her figure in the mirror. She sauntered over to where her messenger bag/purse leaned against the bed and pulled out her spare shirt and shorts. A little square box fell out onto the floor. Oh yeah, her mom had said something about her period before handing her what she thought was some more pain reliever for cramps. She rolled her eyes and picked up the box, but was surprised to see that it wasn’t Mydol. It was a slightly used box of Thracian, Regular-Sized. Latex condoms. Mmmm, maybe next time. She did have an open invitation.
The morning shift was slow as usual, with a few of her regular admirers milling around and pretending they needed something. Lexi was preoccupied with recent events. How great it had felt to bring Darius to orgasm with her mouth. How lucky she was that Selene wanted her at least as much as Lexi wanted Darius. The ride over to the mall from the mansion…
“I don’t know,” Lexi insisted. “I feel like it’s not strictly a bro thing to suck another bro’s dick? But we’re still bros, right?”
“Definitely our ho,” Selene chuckled from the back seat. “I can tell you that much, one ho to another!”
“How about…” Darius started, hesitated, then hit upon something he was proud of, which did not bode well. “How about you be our bro-ho?” he asked with a self-satisfied grin.
“BRO-HO?” Lexi asked incredulously. She’d forgotten how Darius loved awful wordplay and wanted to slug him for that, but he was driving and she wasn’t quite ready to end their existence just yet. A few more like that one, though…
The smell of lust did linger in the shop, but she was feeling quite inured to it. She daydreamed about meeting up with them again tonight and couldn’t wait for their usual lunchtime text exchange to suggest it.
Bad news at lunch. The elder Kingston, in a view to head off any potentially catastrophic college parties, was sneakily having the house staff keep an eye out for signs of organized debauchery. It looked like no hook-ups at the house until the suspicions died down, hopefully before Mr. Kingston returned from his cruise. Meanwhile, Selene pointed out that Lexi had her own apartment. Lexi furiously texted back not to come over until she’d had a chance to clean it out tonight. Having just come from a tryst at a mansion, she felt self-conscious about her bachelorette pad.
The 4-foot-and-under crowed was rowdy as usual, but since it was Friday afternoon there were also more teens and college students filtering through as they milled about the mall with friends and dates. Didn’t hurt that it was also raining outside. One young woman in jogging attire stopped in and made a bee-line to the counter.
“Do you sell gum?” she asked. “No other places here have anything, and my mouth gets dry when I run.”
“Um, I think all we have is sugary stuff,” Lexi said, scanning the impulse-purchase candy lining her register counter. “Care for some… ‘Bubble Party’ bubble gum?”
“I’ll take it,” the young woman said, scanning her card and tearing the plastic seal on the hardpack right then and there. She spilled a few pieces in the process, but collected them all and popped a piece into her mouth, then thanked Lexi and left to start jogging around inside of the sprawling mall. Lexi watched her leave appreciatively, then shifted her weight from foot to foot. Something touched her toe. She looked down past her vast rack and saw one of the gum cubes, still in its wrapper.
“Eh, it’s paid for,” she said, picking up the piece and unwrapping it. Even through the pervasive scent she’d dubbed ‘lust’ that filled the store from the older boys in the shop, a strong scent of cotton candy invaded her nostrils. Lexi popped the chewing gum in her mouth and bit down. She was surprised that it was apparently one of those gums with flavored syrup in the center, but it tasted like … sour cotton candy. A bit tart, but still sickly sweet. Chewing idly, she looked at the wrapper. There was stuff printed on it.
‘Bubble Party: Guaranteed bubbly fun that last for hours!”
Below that was a series of Q and A’s. Looked like a set of jokes.
Q: Why did the blond dye her hair?
A: She was hoping for artificial intelligence.
Despite herself, Lexi chuckled. Normally she’d think that was pretty mean-spirited, but it struck her as all in good fun. She fluffed her own mane absent-mindedly. It tickled the small of her back. Ugh, her roots were showing through in some places. Maybe she’d let it grow out her natural blond this time.
Q: Why did the pirate play hide-and-go-seek with his former girlfriend?
A: He was wanted to hunt for the ex to find some hidden booty.
Lexi giggled. That was cute! She couldn’t imagine hiding her booty, though. She gave it a quick pat, oblivious to the threads unraveling from her shorts and re-arranging themselves as a pair of sheer stockings running from mid-thigh to toe, leaving her rounded backside poking through the frayed remnants of her tight shorts. Lexi sounded out the next joke to help her read it.
Q: What is it called when a rooster draws a picture?
A: A cock a doodle drew.
Lexi laughed out loud behind her counter. Heehee, ‘cock.’ Beneath plush, fake lashes Lexi’s eyes took on an empty stare as she thought about that word. It lodged in her brain and didn’t want to leave. Cocks were cute! She daydreamed about nuzzling and smooching them, hugging them tight into her big boobies, and letting them play wherever they wanted on her. Mean Mister Boss’s store might not let her say it, but she could think it all she wanted. Cock cock cock cock cock. She giggled at her internal rebellion and twirled some of her patchily-dyed hair. It sure smelled nice in the store today.
Most of her customers were super nice except a few frumpy ladies. All the boys were happy, though! Sometimes Lexi would get caught playing with the toys at the counter like she was still a little kid. But she couldn’t help it, they were so cute! And she always stopped when a customer wanted to buy something or ask her a question. She was getting bored. Looking at the clock, it said there was almost an hour left until closing time. She pouted. Working wasn’t much fun until the crowed in the shop changed. Now that it was time for little kids to go home and eat supper, there were a lot more single guys around. She smiled at them, and they blushed or smiled nervously. It was so cute! She especially liked it when their pants tented and caused them to walk funny, pretending they didn’t notice anything. Mmmm, Lexi enjoyed heating them up.
One clumsy customer tripped as he was walking and accidentally pulled Lexi down on top of him! Lucky for both of them, Lexi’s rear landed on his lap and covered up his big ol’ stiffy so the other customers couldn’t see it. He was so sorry that he helped lift her up. His big, warm hands felt nice around her teeny waist.
Lexi popped a bubble casually. It was getting hard to keep her mind on work. There were so many young men coming in now even though closing time was soon. The nice smell in the shop was getting stronger, too, and it was harder to keep herself from just giving in. Lexi felt like she either needed some private time by herself, or some very very public time with the customers. And she knew which one the store had rules against.
Lexi’s body was absolutely burning up. She just couldn’t stop staring at all the delicious-looking bulges throbbing in just about every full-blooded male’s pants who walked through the door, the ones who kept staring at her…
“Sir..? May I um, run to the restroom real quick…?”
she asked Creepy Boss as he passed by.
“Fifteen ta closin’? Nah, lassie. But if ya be a good girlie ‘n finish yer shift, ya can take somethin’ from tha stock room home with ya t’night,” he said with a strange look in his beady eyes.
Lexi felt the pressure easing a bit during the ride home with her mom, but it didn’t totally leave her. She sat in the seat and smacked her gum, occasionally blowing a bubble and letting it pop, not feeling like conversation. She had a dusty old box Creepy Boss had given her for making it through the shift without abandoning her post or jumping the customers during business hours.
Thigh Monster - Personal Trainer in a Box! Get an addictive cardio, aerobic, and dynamic tension workout in minutes a day! Easy to use! Work that bikini area! Satisfaction guaranteed!
Sitting on the couch, Lexi scratched her head over this present Creepy Boss gave her. Not all of those big words made sense. The box was really old, too. When she hefted it, the bottom panel gave up the ghost and its contents fell to the floor. Something of a red, round lump in the middle with two loops like hollow wings flopping springily out to either side. Lexi grabbed one of the… handles? and lifted it up for a closer look. She vaguely remembered a movie star hawking something like this before; you put your hands in the middle with the hoops resting under your forearms and squeezed your elbows together, right? And you could do the same thing with your thighs. Lexi felt proud for remembering that!
She cupped her hands over the red lump and tried squeezing the hoops together with her elbows. No resistance at all. Puzzled, she turned the weird exercise gizmo over in her hands. On the what she thought was the underside of the weird lump, positioned between the hoops, was a low nub. She pressed it gingerly; not a button, she concluded. She let the lump hang down while holding the two hoops… and then it was clear. Her legs were supposed to go through the hoops, not over them. But how was that supposed to work out her muscles? On a hunch, she tried spreading the hoops apart instead of squishing them together.
Immediately, a rubbery red dildo popped of the lump like a ramrod and wiggled up at her face. She laughed in surprise! It was like a jack-in-the-box thingie, but more lewd! Well, she was certainly feeling lewd after being around all those men for so long. Giggling wickedly, Lexi slipped out of her clothes except the stockings, then slid her legs through the loops. Ooof, they hugged her legs all by themselves! Neato! She sat on the sofa and spread her legs apart a little. Slowly, steadily, the dildo started pushing out again and in just the right spot! Lexi moaned as it slid into her eager little pussy, pushing through her most sensitive areas and then going deeper as she split her legs wide open. She closed her legs slowly, and the rubber cock started pulling out again… but not all the way! The tip stayed inside of Lexi the whole time.
It wasn’t long before Lexi had mastered working her legs to pump the dildo the way she liked it, slow at first but faster as she went on. Her big titties wobbled on her chest as she helped the rubber dick fuck her harder. When she was close to the edge, she grabbed the rubber bulge and rubbed it hard against her swollen pussy with the dildo thrusting all the way in, and it put her over the edge! She cried in ecstasy, wriggled in place, and rode the wave her body felt rippling through it, flexing and contracting her toes to coax the yummy feeling all the way through herself. After a brief rest, she went at it again! This Thigh Monster was so much fun! Just what she needed after all that build-up at work!
Lexi woke on her couch, caked in dried sweat. Her head felt like a brick rattling in a paint bucket, and the morning light from the window taunted her eyes unrelentingly. Her legs were sore, and there was something… she looked down past her heaving chest and saw her naked body… no, not naked! Where did she get lacy silk stockings from? But clamped in place around her thighs was a little red rubber lump between two leg loops. Sliding the… whatever it was off carefully, Lexi felt like she needed to get clean. Her legs were a little wobbly, and not just from what felt like a hangover. She grumbled miserably and walked with her requisite tip-toe gait to the bathroom, hoping some time under the hot shower would help her remember what had happened. All she could recall was… something about work… coming home and… exercising? No, that couldn’t be right. She must’ve been drunk on something to have a headache like this. Her brain was like damp cotton candy. She sighed as one memory surfaced definitively: she was supposed to spend her evening cleaning up the apartment so Selene and Darius could come visit, and clearly she hadn’t. One more thing to worry about later, she thought dully.
Bleary-eyed, Lexi hoarsely voiced her intention to give up drinking alone after work. Maybe she should take up exercise instead.