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https://x.com/Horselover_Fat_/status/1752467368129753575?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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So here’s my thinking as I was making it up, just laying it out in the open:
Lexi:
is definitely singular. Lexis’s ‘psychoplasm’ body irrevocably tainted Alex’s human tissues when the merger happened and is driving the TF process in the background. In my mind it wasn’t vore, just a really sharp and quick full-body kind of assault and envelopment to enable the fusion. My idea was more like “what if a caterpillar’s chrysalis was actually a separate organism that trapped, infected, and fused with them to make a butterfly” kind of thing. The chrysalis becomes a crumbling husk that withers away, but the butterfly is what the chrysalis made out of the caterpillar.
Incorporating a human host/graft/whatever wasn’t Boss’s original plan, but he’s pleased with the results so far and is trying to carefully manage the process where necessary. In-universe the name “Lexis” was taken from a longer term for the mysterious process that birthed her into existence as a kind of drone for Creepy Boss. The combined name mashes them together, but drops a part of each of them so the new combination has elements from both yet also isn’t completely either one. Lexi is a composite, and she’s not like a Venom symbiote or a Banner/Hulk personality split.

“Paul” was a construct or a disguised shapeshifter with looks and personality taken from the old Alex, made by Creepy Boss who of course rigged the raffle. A kind of purpose-built replicant to test Lexi’s ability to handle situations that Lexis wasn’t ready for when Alex’s shitty behavior broke her (she was too pure for this world!). It also sets up a sort of comparison and contrast between Alex’s original personality, Lexis as a neophyte service drone, and Lexi who sort of embodies both in a weird kind of kismet. Also, I made up the Paul-Was-Alex-But-Not-Really thing on the fly for this entry! In the process of taking my drafts and coming up with a way to integrate them into the story for this picture, it hit me that it would be cool if we saw the real Alex and then realized creeper Paul was basically a clone, so in a sense Alex ran into himself.

Continuity:
In-Universe the mutable details of the backstory are where Creepy Boss’s reality ret-conning had their limits, and little things had to be shored up here and there as the week went on to cover the inconsistencies. Behind the Scenes, I really never expected that first off-the-cuff comment to turn into serial fiction. Good thing elements of the story involve slippery reality, right? At least I didn’t invoke a Multiverse crutch!

Behind the Scenes/Concept Spoiler:
For now, with all the restrictive conditioning and such removed, Alex’s old personality is dominant since Lexis didn’t have an ego in the first place. That will probably change as the transformation progresses and some of Lexis’s primary directives exert their influence over body and mind. Creepy Boss has already been stepping in here and there to try and smooth out bumps in the road; the Lessons and other influences he imposed were merely temporary dampeners to quiet Alex’s reflexive objections to the things Lexi wound up doing, just to kind of set a psychological precedent. He basically gave Alex’s identity a week “off” to let certain tendencies take hold like seeds in a nursery, hoping they’ll grow now despite Alex nominally being in the driver’s seat mentally. I figure early on, Alex is still going to have male pronouns and think of himself as a guy who is in a weird situation, but as time goes on there’ll be a pull away from that. Lexis, as a service drone, was built specifically to give people what they wanted, and how that works will come into play.

But like I said, this is about where I ran out of pre-defined narrative points (other than maybe the hook-up at the mansion.) We’ll see what develops! One of the good things about leaving details as vague hints is that you can change your mind (within bounds) later.

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And this was the last major sort of plot ‘milestone’ I had in mind, so we’ll see where it goes from here.

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Part 10 (Monday)
Spoilered: vulgar, suggestive, semi-grimdark, body horror, mind stuff.

Lexi took some time Monday morning to enjoy getting herself off to some saved tentacle hentai scenes on her laptop, wondering if she didn’t regret how her last encounter with a real tentacle beast went. Maybe a little. She fired off another sext to her group, relishing the way her pictures were getting Darius and Selene excited. They sent her some back; below-the-neck shots of both of them topless. Long-press, save as. She cleaned up and positively bounced down to her ride.
“Have fun yesterday, sweetie?” her mom asked, clad once again in her slightly more formal attire.
“Oh yeah, spent all day taking pictures with customers” she beamed. “I didn’t think I’d enjoy it so much, but it was kind of infectious!” She neglected to mention the private shoot with Paul.
“Well, I guess that means you won’t mind letting me take some more pictures of us together from now on!” her mom said with a smile, hoping to have more mother-daughter bonding experiences to remember.

Work proceeded steadily. Lexi was sure she saw more customers coming in, especially some of the guys from yesterday’s public shoot who were old enough not to be in class. They tried really hard to come off as cool and desirable. Lexi let them think they had a chance; she kind of liked the attention, even if she didn’t REALLY want to take them up on their offers. She knew how much better it made a person’s day not to be shot down by a hottie in public. And they could always look, so at least they had that. It kind of made her feel better knowing she was going to be the highlight of their day.
Right up until some pick-up artist started trying his tricks on her in front of some children and their parents right at the start of the after school rush. He came over to her register, shoved his way through the counter, and made some remark about wanting to ride a pony that was always horny. This produced visible disgust from the parents, especially when one of the children asked his mother what he was talking about.
“Hey, somebody call the fertilizer plant,” Lexi fired back without hesitation. “One of their portable assholes broke loose and all this bullshit isn’t getting on the fields where it’s appreciated.”
This successful comeback produced mixed reactions. Some younger kids whooped accusingly and pointed at the Lexi for using bad words, some older kids cheered out loud at the clever takedown, but several parents clapped hands over their children’s ears and left in a huff. It worked to rebuff the sleaze, though.

At the end of her shift, Lexi closed down the register and was preparing to leave when Creep Boss suddenly stepped out from behind an aisle.
“Ah, Lexi my lassie,” he said in his unplaceable accent. “I had a few complaints ta’day ‘bout some inapprop’rit langwich comin’ from ya. Now, we had us a deal; you don’ cause me trouble wherein’ I have ta invoke S̵̵̘̝̞̔̓͊i̵̴̼͇͓͆͠͠m̵̵̝͍͆̔́o̴̵͚̼͍̓͠n̴̵̼͉͛͋̕͜ S̸̵̝͚͋͝͝a̴̸̘͇̙̔̈́̓ỳ̸̵̢͔͍̀͝s̸̵͔͍̈́̾ and I let ya rem’mber yer old name. Unforchnittly, I have ta enforce some dis’pline o’er this incident.”
Lexi’s heart pounded. She was not prepared to lose her one chance at learning her old name just for standing up to some asshole.
“Now, which is it ta be, lassie; do I give ya the ol’ S̵̵̘̝̞̔̓͊i̵̴̼͇͓͆͠͠m̵̵̝͍͆̔́o̴̵͚̼͍̓͠n̴̵̼͉͛͋̕͜ S̸̵̝͚͋͝͝a̴̸̘͇̙̔̈́̓ỳ̸̵̢͔͍̀͝s̸̵͔͍̈́̾, or do ya agree ta take on som’thin’ ta keep that mouth o’ yers in check?” At this, he held up something in his stubby collection of overgrown toes that passed for a hand. It looked like a black choker. Lexi brought her hand to her throat, remembering the ‘DO NOT REMOVE FROM STORE’ collar that had trapped her with the Giggle Jiggle ball last week. Almost as if he read her mind, Creepy Boss gave a wet chuckle. “Hahahar, no lassie. ‘Tis som’thin ya can leave with, ya jus’ gotta wear it ‘til ya larn proper etti-kett. Time ‘n place fer langwich ‘n all that.”
“… okay, I’ll take the choker,” she said. If it was a choice between this humiliation or never learning who she used to be, Lexi decided she could endure one more blow.
“I’ll take tha choker…?” Creepy Boss said, withholding the item. Lexi sighed.
“I’ll take the choker, please,” she said. But apparently that still wasn’t good enough. “… Sir.”
“Tha’s the way, lassie,” Creepy Boss smiled. As if pulled by magnets, the choker flung out of his stubby grip and hooked around Lexi’s throat, swinging around and clasping itself in place.
“Ack! Shoot, what the fudge?” Lexi coughed out. Then she perked her ears and screwed up her face in confusion. “Uh… poop?” That wasn’t what she intended to say. “Wee-wee? Bum. DOODIE!” she tried. Grabbing her breasts, she said “Yum-yums! No, that- that’s not right.”
“Really, lassie? Are ya’ ta be usin’ such langwich in a place fer young’uns?” Creepy Boss chided with a waggling finger of disapproval.
“No, sir,” Lexi answered automatically. Ugh, she hated using that word to refer to this rock-ape.
“Now, ye’r gonna be on ye’r Best Behavior, ain’t ya lassie?”
“Yes, sir,” she said again immediately.
“Good girl,” he said as if talking to a dog who’d just brought back a thrown stick for the first time. Lexi shuddered as a wave of pleasant, tingling warmth washed through her from ears to toes. “Now, be a Good Girl-” the tingling seized her again “-an follow me ta tha Security Room. Ya got some footage ta see.”
“Yes, sir,” Lexi found herself saying. But she hesitated to follow, which triggered a build up of some kind… a negative feeling… she felt increasingly uncomfortable until she gave in to the unspoken urge and started jogging to catch up with Creep Boss through the winding labyrinth of the toy store’s back rooms.

“Have a seat, lassie,” Creepy Boss said as he ushered her into the Security Room. She’d never been here before, and it looked like something out of a sci-fi horror video. Almost everything that wasn’t the floor, the desk or a chair was a monitor. Those square-ish old CRT ones. Their uniform static cast an all-pervasive but dim white light throughout the chamber. Lexi took all this in as she sat down in the nearest chair, while Creepy Boss took up a larger one behind a desk.
“This footage is from a week ago taday, jus’ after openin’. Tell me who ya see in it,” Creep Boss said as one of the monitors flickered into what looked like security camera footage. In the shot was the front of the toy store and the register counter. A line of people. Someone was working the register, but she wasn’t Lexi. She was not a unicorn girl, and she was a lot slimmer.
“Last week?” Lexi asked. “But who’s that?” she said, pointing to the clerk. Then she squinted at a customer who had cut to the front of the line. He was definitely familiar. “Hey that’s that guy from the private shoot last night,” Lexi said, pointing to a figure on the monitor. “Same shirt and everything. Paul, right?”
“Nah, lassie. That there’s Alex.”
“Alex?”

Alex was getting impatient. This stick-thin ditz at the counter had told him to wait in line behind all the toddlers and their zookeepers, meanwhile the pile of Internet Pony boxes was melting away before his eyes. Clearly she saw his big, purple Internet Pony T-shirt; he was supposed to look like a super fan. It worked in other stores. But she’d still made him queue up behind all the runny-nosed chimps who were just going to rip open the boxes in the car and start chewing on the horse’s plastic hooves before they even got home. Even the ‘one per customer’ sign didn’t instill him with confidence; he’d come here to buy a case, not singles. The markup he could charge for one figure online was barely worth the bus fare and fast food he’d spent on his way here. God damn, that skinny bitch just sold another one! If this toy store ditz was going to be that dumb, she could at least be more fun to look at and make his trip worthwhile.
Nervously, he stroked his goatee and eyed the ever-dwindling stack of pink boxes on the counter through his old glasses. He needed a new prescription, and on top of rent at the end of the month it was looking pretty dire for his finances. Nobody ever tuned into his Let’s Play channel, so the whole ‘online gamer’ thing wasn’t panning out. Would’ve worked if he was a girl, he could just pretended to game while flashing tits and drawing in huge crowds. Lately, he was even having trouble scalping these horse toys anymore; the company wasn’t doing many new releases, and the online fandom had mostly petered out with just a few die-hard collectors left. And some of them were better at sniping merch than he was, so prospective buyers were few and far between. At least the furry porn scene was still pretty vibrant: like him, there were a lot of guys with an insatiable appetite for pictures of cute girls with curves that real life couldn’t satisfy. Of course he’d tried to break into that gig, but it turned out drawing was hard and you couldn’t just pick it up in a week no matter how much lewd art you’ve looked at. If he got desperate, he might go back to his part-time retail gig. But that was one of the most degrading experiences he’d ever been made to suffer. Customers were assholes.
“OH COME ON!” he shouted as the last Internet Pony box was rung up and put in a bag for some stinky rainbow-drenched kindergartner. Some of the parents in line turned to give him the evil eye. He didn’t give a fuck; didn’t they know his livelihood was at stake?

Lexis was having a hard time coping. She’d only been around for a week, but customer service was hard. Some of the customers were nice, especially the tiny ones. They called her pretty, and she liked that the very most. The big ones that herded them around were sometimes mean. Sometimes they made her want to go back into her little room and not come back out. She tried to do the best she could. Mister Boss said she was getting better all the time, and that made her feel good. Maybe she’d get so good at this that nobody would be mean to her anymore. She’d like it if they were all happy with her.
One of the big customers waiting on her was not happy with her, and she did not understand why. He said he wanted a whole case, but she told him they had a one per customer policy. She also told him there were a lot of little customers in line before him and he shouldn’t cut. He gave her a really bad look, and then he went to the back of the line. Lexis knew she’d have to meet him again when it was his turn, and that made her feel bad. Meanwhile, she wanted to be happy so she was just a little extra nice to all the other customers. They seemed to like her for it, which was good. This job was very hard, but happy people made it easier.
Counting was easy. She had been counting a lot of things, especially the numbers for purchases. She was really good at that now. She counted one of the pink boxes left. A cute little customer with pretty rainbow ribbons asked for it. Lexis was glad she could give the customer what she wanted, and they both smiled.
“OH COME ON!” shouted the mean big customer who waited in line. Lexis frowned. She didn’t understand why he was upset with her. She was just trying to do a good job, just the way Mister Boss told her. She was doing everything right, so why was it bad to help a customer? She took the money, counted it very easily, counted out less money from the register, and gave it to the big customers who thanked her and shepherded the little rainbow customer.
Now the angry big customer was facing her again, because it was his turn. Lexis felt bad; he didn’t seem very happy at all, even if she did her job right. But she always smiled anyway. She didn’t know what else to do.

“I want an Internet Pony figure, please,” said the angry big customer with the purple shirt and the hair around his mouth. The shiny plates didn’t hide how angry his eyes were. Lexis was sad, and she told him that the last one was gone, so there weren’t any more. “Bullshit,” he shouted. “I know you’ve got more in the back, just go get me some.” Lexis blinked. She knew there weren’t any in the back because she had counted them like Mister Boss told her to. She said she was sorry he was unhappy, but there were still no more Internet Pony boxes left. Mean big customer hit the counter in a scary way, and leaned in close and shouted more things at her. He said Lexis was doing a bad job, and she was not selling the toys the right way, and that she was doing a bad thing because she was keeping some of the toys for herself. He said she must be selling them outside the store for more money. Lexis felt it was harder to smile. She had never done such bad things, but this big angry customer told her otherwise. Mister Boss had taught her how to behave and she always tried her best. Now big angry customer was telling her she was behaving bad, and that he was not happy, and that she was a lot of bad things. Lexis tried hard to smile. She felt her mouth telling her not to, that this was not a smiling time. But smiling was how she was supposed to behave for the customers. Even big, angry ones. She must try harder to smile.

“HOLY SHIT!” Alex cried as the ditzy clerk broke, parting between her upper and lower jaw. The top half of her head flopped and wiggled as if she was trying to talk with it, revealing all kinds of purple viscera inside. Something gurgled up in the back of the thing’s throat. Then a big, rough hand clapped Alex hard on the shoulder. Spinning around, he was face to face with some huge old man.
“Ah, ‘tis a shame, laddie. She weren’t yet per’pared ta face such a wretch’t asshole. She were only hatch’t a week ago, y’see, an’ I figgered workin’ at ta shop fer tykes, tha’s the kinda job she could do fer larnin’. Even bad cust’mers us’ully tone it down a bit aroun’ tha wee ones.”
Alex couldn’t believe what was happening. Was this ugly old troll saying he HATCHED that John Carpenter horror and put her to work in a toy store? He had to get the fuck out of here! He twisted, but the old man’s grip was like a vise. “Let go of me, fuckin’ creepy bastard!” He jerked and shouted, he even tried to sock the old man in the gut and instantly regretted it. His fist felt like it hit brick. He looked around, frantically. There wasn’t anyone else in the store, just the old man and that… thing behind the counter, still gurgling something. The eyes in its off-kilter face were staring right at him. Alex rejected all of this and tried to wake the fuck up. But the old man squeezed his shoulder even harder, bruising it, and Alex cried in pain.
“Now we got us a sitch-yay-shin,’ don’ we laddie? I’m out one employee, an you owe me fer it.” His beady, fish-like eyes burrowed into Alex from above the wiry beard. “Forchunittly, we got a policy in my shop; ya break it, ya bought it. Lexis?” Alex heard renewed gurgling welling up from the monstrous flesh-thing behind him. He turned to look and was horrified to see it starting to lean over the counter closer to them. Frayed bits of purple flesh and a few drips of oily fluid dribbled out of the breach through its face. “Be a dear,” the old man continued, “an’ give this one ta biggest, tightest hug you can, ‘til ya don’t know where he stops an’ you start. Meanwhile I got some revisions ta’ put in ta timeline,” he said, releasing the mangled shoulder of the paralyzed customer. “Ye’ll be needin’ some back-story fer this’n.”
Alex’s fight or flight response was completely silent, having given up the ghost. The crawling abomination on the counter reached out for him with slender hands, gripping his purple Internet Pony shirt, and he was too numb to react. He gave a dumb look of helpless horror when Lexis’s split deepened, spreading down her body. She pulled him into a hug, and he kept going deeper. The two halves of Lexis stretched and slithered around him. He couldn’t see. He choked, his face covered with some kind of membrane. It stung. Finally, his nervous system kicked back into gear and he tried to push the thing off of him… but it was useless. The stinging was everywhere now, and he couldn’t push hard enough to move. Tighter. Things started to crunch. He tried to scream, and something slipped into his mouth. Nope, nope nope nope. Too much. Nope. Too much. His mind shut down as if someone had just flicked a switch.

Alex remembered everything as he sat in the Security Room of the toy shop, across from Creepy Boss. He’d just relived that day as he watched the footage on one of the glowing, flickering monitors. He experienced it from two perspectives at he same time; customer and clerk-thing. And everything in between that had grown fuzzy or forgotten was now laid bare in his brain, every sickening detail. He suddenly felt like a naked man in a very obscene, woman-shaped suit that didn’t come off.
“What the fudge?” the choker allowed.

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