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“I’m sorry sir, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
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https://x.com/Horselover_Fat_/status/1751685813283291330?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
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Background Pony #F106
@Background Pony #F106
D’oh, sorry! Misread you.
Uh, I have some bad news on that front. The time to pin DD to her size would have been around the end of Part 3 or the beginning of Part 4. Ever since the Giggle Ball incident, calling them DD has been pretty implausible. Even with the loosy-goosey sizing that’s typical in these kinds of stories. I’d put them closer to an F or G right now. I can work in a reference to her current size for sure, though.
Still drafting for the latest image.
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Background Pony #F106
@Background Pony #F106
I already worked out a lot of those nuggets myself, so you won’t be disappointed! The bit about the figurine argument she recalled earlier wasn’t quite what actually happened, and her gradual TF is very much tied to Alex’s inner world. She’s gonna get quite a shock.
As for the reduction, guess I’ll have to come up with something.
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Background Pony #F106
Part 8
Spoilered: questionable content (suggestive physical descriptions and simulated oral sex), mind stuff, light TF, vulgar. Dark themes.
Morning arrived. Lexi rose and stretched, feeling rested. One thing to be said for emotional collapse, it beat insomnia. She looked down at herself, then went over to the closet mirror. Below the distressingly stylish mane bounced her big new boobs, now with a matching big new backside stretching out her panties. She did an Elasti-Girl reenactment, right down to the disappointed sigh. She turned. She twisted. She tilted.
Try as she might, Lexi couldn’t get away from one solid fact; she was damn sexy. This was the kind of body she used to spend countless hours searching for on the net. Curves that always worked no matter how you came at them. The message of pleasant, squishy weight was written into her geometry. Calling all hands (and lips, and tongues…), her shape proclaimed in a pitch that couldn’t be ignored. Her entire physique was pure, primal, laser-targeted sex appeal. If someone managed to distill lust and mapped all the space that it displaced, it would look like her contours.
Yeah, she was getting turned on by the girl in the mirror. She had eyes and a pulse, after all. But her figure wasn’t hers. It was being sculpted by some sort of outside force. A force she didn’t understand, had no control over, had no say in. A force that felt malevolent. Benevolent forces would have asked for permission, right? And it couldn’t be denied that the plotline followed a particular theme, she mused while staring at her new rump. Too deliberate to be coincidental. Otherwise she’d have to believe there were actually so many independent forces, all aiming to turn her body into a billboard for sex, without any coordination between them that this was just a statistical eventuality. A skeptical voice asked if girls who were naturally over-developed also thought the world was out to get them. She told that voice to go play with a Giggle Jiggle Ball before getting back to her.
Her loosest “fat day” pants felt awfully tight in the seat. They were also a little staid for her usual choice of tops, so she went with something a little more conservative. Ugh, she could see the waistband and panty lines showing through. Lunch break today was definitely going to entail a shopping trip.
For once, Lexi was the more formally dressed on the ride over, her mom being off work. Their wardrobes were practically inverted, with Ms. Alverson sporting the chest-bunching tank top and the barer legs. Lexi didn’t know how to feel about that.
Saturdays were a long shift. Instead of six hours of boredom followed by a compressed chaos in the two hours between school emptying and store closing, Lexi was faced with a steady trickle of engaged shoppers and sticky-fingered imps the whole time. Fittingly, her hours for Saturdays included two fifteen-minute breaks in addition to her lunch. By first break, she was crashing. She hadn’t eaten a large breakfast (hoping to eventually starve her new ass back into her old clothes), and her normally perky ears were drooping down listlessly.
“Ey lass, we got some candy in the Excess corner, back in tha stock room iffin’ ya need a quick boost,” said Creepy Boss in an uncharacteristically supportive move as he took over the register. Lexi was so drained from dealing with a roving pack of feral pinching miscreants, she just nodded and headed back to the usual retreat. Closing the door for a little privacy from the crawling chaos beyond, Lexi headed to the shelf where unsold/unsellable stock was kept before… well, she didn’t exactly know HOW it was disposed of. All she knew was that there were some novelty candies and she needed some energy. Opening up a box, she cut the plastic seal and pulled out a display pack of what looked like one of those gimmicky lollipops with a store of candy “juice” inside before sitting on her usual crate. It wasn’t until she looked at the wrapper of one before she noticed anything off.
The candies were unmistakably phallic gummi lollipops attached to a plastic straw tapping into a pouch of flavored “juice” below, and they had exactly the kind of names you’d think of. Fruit Sucker Punch, Sucks on the Peach, Dickery Daiquiri, and Peener Colada to name a few. A tropical theme, at least! It was a full minute before Lexi could process this discovery, and she gave up trying to understand what they were doing in the stock room of a toy store. She didn’t think there would be an acceptable answer.
Lexi threw them back in the box and went to get her bag lunch… when she realized she’d left it on the counter before leaving this morning. Wrinkling her nose, she turned back to the sugary novelties. Well, she did need that boost. And, she reminded herself, if she and Darius were supposed to, y’know, maybe she could get in a little practice before her first time?
Lexi peeled the wrapper off of a Peener Colada and stared at the floppy candy phallus. It hung limply, about three inches, looking quite uninterested in the whole affair. Unfortunately, none of the porn Lexi watched was supposed to be a how-to guide on real life blowies so she felt like she was groping around in the dark. She lifted the candy up until it dangled in front of her face. She gave it a light blow of air, not expecting anything… but it twitched. Someone snickered, and Lexi was surprised to find out it was her. This was just not what she expected to be doing when she rolled out of bed this morning. She brought the limp lolli closer and gave it a light kiss, and was rewarded with a throb. It seemed to be getting bigger. Anatomically correct tropical drink flavored gummi lollipops, with dick stiffening action. Now there’s a marketing blurb. Something about the absurdity of it all just endeared the whole thing to her and she gave the lolli a lick underneath the ‘head.’ Oh, it was really starting to stiffen up now.
She turned it to point up and watched as it throbbed, shifted, then started to sink down again. This, she decided, would not do. Using her recollection of so many staged sex acts as a starting point, Lexi committed to the bit. She cooed, she made little sighing moans, and without even touching it the gelatinous member began regaining its strength. She rewarded it with a gentle kiss on the head, and now it was really sizing up. She gently pressed her puckered lips down around the crown, and twisted slightly around the throbbing thing. A quick tickle with the very tip of her tongue, and suddenly the simulated schlong stiffened to full mast and tapped her on the roof of the mouth. Caught off-guard, Lexi disengaged and coughed. This break in the action required getting the phallic candy and her mouth gradually re-acquainted to keep them both happy. It wasn’t long before Lexi was sinking the rigid gummi rod into her face, lubricating it with swirls of her tongue. She started to feel more confident, and realized that the humble hummer was something with a lot of skill involved to keep the receiving party stoked.
After about five minutes of vigorously babying the candy cock, it started pulsing. Before Lexi could pull away, spurts of sticky, sugary, pineapple and coconut flavored goo pumped into the back of her mouth. She nearly gagged, but coughed through her nose so as not to break the seal around this sugary soaker. It wasn’t long before the reservoir was empty and the gummi cock collapsed in her mouth. Lexi swallowed, then popped the lollipop free of her face. Having successfully completed her first practice round, she unceremoniously devoured the deflated gummi gherkin.
Looking at her phone, it seemed she had enough time to fit in another round. And piña colada was her favorite candy flavor. She reached for a second sucker, but was interrupted by a buzz from her other hand. Checking her phone again, she saw a text from Selene, who wanted to meet up with her and asked when she would be free. Lexi sent back the time of her lunch break and said she’d probably need to buy some new clothes. This immediately earned her a stream of heart emojis and smilie faces, followed by a more restrained ‘be right there.’
Lexi felt plenty energized to last through the approaching lunch break. She was getting ready to turn over the register to Creepy Boss again when she suddenly felt someone clap a hand on her butt.
“Holy shit, it WAS real!” a scratchy voice shouted right into her back. Lexi turned and looked down to see two teenaged boys staring directly into the front of her blouse, one with his hand stretched out from where he’d groped her just now. He looked up and seemed to smile when he saw her blueish eyes and then grinned at her neatly-styled mane. But when Teen Two saw she was burning holes into him with those eyes, he elbowed his grabby friend to signal an emergency retreat would be in order.
“Hey, I’ve seen you before,” she said while holding the groper’s gaze in her own. “You and your kid brother on the shelf yesterday. That was you, wasn’t it?”
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh….” Teen One replied.
“I’m sorry sir, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
She then turned her attention to the other teen. “Are you with him?”
“You heard tha lady, lads,” came the sound of meat dragged over cinder block dragged over gravel as Creepy Boss emerged from a nearby shelf. Before any of the three could react, he clapped his tire-wedge sized hands onto each boy’s shoulders. “Ya gonna need ta get lost.” He glanced at Lexi with his indecipherable beady eyes. “Get ta yer meal, lassie. I’ll see these tew gropin’ Guses out.”
Lexi blinked, not knowing how to take that. It was uncharacteristically supportive of Creepy Boss to stand up for her like that, the second time today. But she also shuddered at the idea of what this humanoid athlete’s foot might do to her personal space invaders. Taking the easy way out, she zipped back to the stock room and grabbed her purse. By the time she opened the door to travel back through the store and leave, the trio was nowhere to be seen.
Selene beamed when she noticed Lexi jogging her way and reached out to embrace the more shapely unicorn in a friendly greeting. Lexi sighed and decided they needed lunch first. She directed them to a smoothie kiosk (something entirely sensible for Selene, while Lexi preferred an oat milk piña colada with extra scoops of wheatgrass powder. She enjoyed the escape from her workday, chatting with her new friend and discussing their different histories with Darius, until Lexi decided it was time to hunt for some new shorts. Selene was there to ‘keep her on track,’ but Lexi found herself dragging the smaller goth girl away from several questionably plausible outfits on display. When she finally found some pairs that seemed to match her new measurements, Selene volunteered to help her out in the dressing room. With a conspiratorial giggle, of course. As soon as they were in the changing space, Selene was unbuttoning Lexi’s blouse for her.
“Oh cool! I didn’t know you were so adventurous under this thing!” she said as the fasteners succumbed to her eager little fingers. Lexi was puzzled.
“Huh? Adventurous?” she asked.
“The bikini instead of regular underwear, girl!” her naughty assistant said, pulling the shirt open. Lexi turned to face the mirror. Indeed, her generously large bust was nestled comfortably into a rainbow-colored bikini top. And as she looked down, she saw that where her normal panty line would have been visible through the too-tight shorts, now there was a different contour. Her pants were clearly running up against the landscape of a very low, very tight thong stretched in a chevron from hips to crotch. She searched her memory of this morning… but… no, this was definitely right. She’d put on her swimsuit, for sure. Why was she confused about that? Now she remembered, it was because her outer wear was so conservative. She needed to balance it out with a little fun!
“Yeah, I guess it is a little risque, isn’t it?” she smirked. “But I had to do something, this outfit is just so boring otherwise.”
“Well it definitely has this horndog’s seal of approval,” Selene said. She slipped her arms around Lexi’s waist and the two admired her figure in the mirror for a moment. “Can’t wait to see you in this poolside.”
“Yeah. Looking forward to it!” Lexi agreed.
Lexi returned to the counter after lunch, waving to Selene through the glass. She needed that little break to get through this day.
“Hey, um, Boss?” Lexi asked at closing. “What’d you do with those two gropers from before?”
“Oh, ya heard what I told ‘em, Lassie. I had ‘em get lost. Now befor’ ya go fer ta’day, I need ya to have a trainin’ moment o’er what happent.” He produced the badge that read ‘TRAINEE’, which Lexi took and clipped to her pants waistband. When Creepy Boss uttered the formula, Lexi’s body went rigid and her face blank. She was in receive-only mode, and her mind was opened to accept whatever Lesson her trainer had to impart without friction. Like water to a sponge, his message soaked into her thought processes immediately. “That be ta’day’s lesson, lassie,” he concluded, breaking the spell and closing the direct pipeline to her mind.
Lexi blinked. Oh yeah, it made sense. Her body was built to send sexual signals, after all. If it didn’t want people to lust after it, it wouldn’t have all these amazing curves. So she was fine with people looking, and couldn’t blame them for wanting a feel, but it wasn’t appropriate up here during normal business hours. She would tell them ‘No’ and have the boss deal with them like she did today. Unless… well, that wouldn’t come up, so she wouldn’t worry about it.
“Wow, okay. Uh, thanks for the talk, Boss,” Lexi said, surprised at how reasonable he was being today. He was still absolutely creepy, but at least this time he was looking out for her. Small victory, she’ll take it.
“Rem’mber ta’morry ta be here at ta us’ul time. The store don’t open ‘til after lunch on Sundays, but ya got some more trainin’ ta go through ‘fore that,” he told her with a glint in his eye. “Oh, an’ rem’mber we got yer employee eval’yation, late Monday.”
“Right,” Lexi said, remembering the arrangement. “Monday.” Then, if everything went well and Creepy Boss stood by his word, she could finally get her old name back. Whatever it was.
Lexi locked the door and the steel barrier, clicking her way to the usual exit for her ride home. But elsewhere in the shop, in a darkened area beyond the stock room, down winding halls that seemed to be different every time you looked, in an old, abandoned space that shouldn’t be able to fit in such a cramped toy store, with high walls reaching up to a void instead of ceiling and swirls of nothingness that threatened to snatch the very eyes from their sockets if held in one’s gaze too long, Teen Two was scrambling. He could hear the muffled noises pursuing him. There was nowhere he could hide, this was one long gallery without any branching entryways he could find. That thing had already claimed Teen One, and now it was after him. He didn’t want to get caught, but he didn’t know where he was or how he could leave. So he kept running, overturning long abandoned clothing racks and shopping carts behind him to slow his pursuer. It always seemed to be gaining. And giggling. In unison.
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