Background Pony #30B2
If any part of her outfit (or body) is flammable, these candles would gladly put that to the test.
Yeah, it would, but gosh dangit, this was so beautiful I just had to share it anyways.
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“You may test that assumption, at your convenience.” ~ Celestia
Imported from Derpibooru - Posted by Bluetec
Background Pony #30B2
If any part of her outfit (or body) is flammable, these candles would gladly put that to the test.
Imported from Derpibooru - Posted by Opponentt
Background Pony #C3CC
@Background Pony #C3CC
I just use a 2 pass comfy ui setup.
No big secret. I keep my prompts really simple since Pony Diffusion doesn’t need much.
I spent a lot of time testing the weights of the prompts and the result. Dunno.
I just use a 2 pass comfy ui setup.
No big secret. I keep my prompts really simple since Pony Diffusion doesn’t need much.
I spent a lot of time testing the weights of the prompts and the result. Dunno.
Imported from Derpibooru - Posted by truekry
Background Pony #F34F
Part 2: Ascent
Spoilered: Physical and mental TG/TF, body horror, weird TF, suggestive, vulgar.
Spoilered: Physical and mental TG/TF, body horror, weird TF, suggestive, vulgar.
“Okay, that’s enough please,” Cassidy said with a strained look on her pony-like face, metallic green eyes shooting wide the second Charlie’s fingers stroked the round swellings on her chest.
“That didn’t hurt, did it?” the now much, MUCH shorter girl asked.
“Ever had your nipples tweaked?” Cassidy asked. Charlie had to think for a moment… she couldn’t remember ever experience that, no. Seeing her head shaking, Cassidy continued, “Well, the whole thing feels like that anyway. Everywhere you touched was like, ‘nipple nipple nipple’” she said, a surprising red flush painting her cheeks and the top of her small muzzle. “Um, both of them.”
Charlie took her friends hand reassuringly. Then she suddenly realized… “Oh god, this doesn’t feel like that, does it?” she asked, dropping the lavender digits suddenly.
“No, no, that felt normal,” the horse-like head of Cassidy spoke from the end of a gracefully arching neck nearly as tall again as the rest of her body. “Um…. try something else, please?”
Charlie bit her lip and it was her turn to flush. Tentatively, she reached out and placed her had on Cassidy’s slim stomach. Looking to her friend’s face, she was relieved when it shook ‘no.’ “Sam,” she called out to their friend who had stood by, shining bright lights from her goggles-like optics onto them the entire time. “Give her… tail-thing a touch, please.”
Sam silently carried out the request, clipping over on her oversized platform heels (that still didn’t quite bring her up to the same height as Charlie), knelt down, and placed her hands on a section of Cassidy’s ten-meter appendage. It shuddered instantly.
“OH SHIT!” Cassidy cried, straightening out her neck and taking her head far away, at the same time drawing her knees together and wrapping her arms around them. She pulled her thick tail-like extension away from Sam’s panel-lined fingers. “Whoa! That was… um… sensitive.”
“Painful?” Charlie asked again. The asymmetrically-horned head swung side to side quietly, cheeks reddening deeper. “Oh,” Charlie acknowledged. As she looked at the entire length of the girthy, smooth-skinned, moving-spotted mass that wriggled in the air within this dim caver, Charlie realized that whatever happened to her friend’s body was going to be … difficult to adjust to. That part of her body alone was as long as a telephone pole and three times thicker at the base. “Okay, we’ll get you home and fix this-”
“FIX THIS?” Cassidy shouted from deeper within the cavern, her serpentine neck twisting with sudden animation. “Oh sure, we’ll call an ambulance, cram my fat ass-tower into it, drive down to the hospital and get some penicillin! ‘Here you go, Miss Monstrosity! Be sure to take the recommended dose every hour on the hour for three days and you’ll be right as rain!’ HAHAHA, fucking AS-IF!” the inhuman-looking college student cried loudly, reverberating up and down the passage they were in.
Something sloshed in the pool of ooze behind them, startling them to action. Charlie pulled the surprisingly light Cassidy to her feet, picked up their bags, and had Sam lead them on at a running pace back to the main chamber.
“That didn’t hurt, did it?” the now much, MUCH shorter girl asked.
“Ever had your nipples tweaked?” Cassidy asked. Charlie had to think for a moment… she couldn’t remember ever experience that, no. Seeing her head shaking, Cassidy continued, “Well, the whole thing feels like that anyway. Everywhere you touched was like, ‘nipple nipple nipple’” she said, a surprising red flush painting her cheeks and the top of her small muzzle. “Um, both of them.”
Charlie took her friends hand reassuringly. Then she suddenly realized… “Oh god, this doesn’t feel like that, does it?” she asked, dropping the lavender digits suddenly.
“No, no, that felt normal,” the horse-like head of Cassidy spoke from the end of a gracefully arching neck nearly as tall again as the rest of her body. “Um…. try something else, please?”
Charlie bit her lip and it was her turn to flush. Tentatively, she reached out and placed her had on Cassidy’s slim stomach. Looking to her friend’s face, she was relieved when it shook ‘no.’ “Sam,” she called out to their friend who had stood by, shining bright lights from her goggles-like optics onto them the entire time. “Give her… tail-thing a touch, please.”
Sam silently carried out the request, clipping over on her oversized platform heels (that still didn’t quite bring her up to the same height as Charlie), knelt down, and placed her hands on a section of Cassidy’s ten-meter appendage. It shuddered instantly.
“OH SHIT!” Cassidy cried, straightening out her neck and taking her head far away, at the same time drawing her knees together and wrapping her arms around them. She pulled her thick tail-like extension away from Sam’s panel-lined fingers. “Whoa! That was… um… sensitive.”
“Painful?” Charlie asked again. The asymmetrically-horned head swung side to side quietly, cheeks reddening deeper. “Oh,” Charlie acknowledged. As she looked at the entire length of the girthy, smooth-skinned, moving-spotted mass that wriggled in the air within this dim caver, Charlie realized that whatever happened to her friend’s body was going to be … difficult to adjust to. That part of her body alone was as long as a telephone pole and three times thicker at the base. “Okay, we’ll get you home and fix this-”
“FIX THIS?” Cassidy shouted from deeper within the cavern, her serpentine neck twisting with sudden animation. “Oh sure, we’ll call an ambulance, cram my fat ass-tower into it, drive down to the hospital and get some penicillin! ‘Here you go, Miss Monstrosity! Be sure to take the recommended dose every hour on the hour for three days and you’ll be right as rain!’ HAHAHA, fucking AS-IF!” the inhuman-looking college student cried loudly, reverberating up and down the passage they were in.
Something sloshed in the pool of ooze behind them, startling them to action. Charlie pulled the surprisingly light Cassidy to her feet, picked up their bags, and had Sam lead them on at a running pace back to the main chamber.
“We made it,” Charlie said, her eyes dazzled by the spotlight they’d left at the rim of the sinkhole. The bluish-white light bounced off of the three as they clicked their way on improbably tall platform heels to the middle of the beam, Cassidy’s enormous tail wind-socking behind her in mid-air somehow. It was so bright that Charlie pulled some shades out of her handbag and put them on.
“The ropes are gone,” Sam said matter-of-factly as she switched off her light functionality.
“What do you mean the ropes are…” Charlie asked before spinning around, failing to see their neon-orange climbing lines anywhere.
“Perfect,” Cassidy said in a defeated tone. “Well at least I look the part of a cave-dweller now.”
“Maybe we can call for help. Sam,” Charlie said, turning to her assistant. “Can you get a signal now that we’re by the sinkhole?”
“No service,” the blue-haired girl said after tapping the side of her head. “Too deep.”
“Maybe with can climb up those weird fossils?” Charlie suggested, indicating to the coral-like formations that lined the cavern walls from floor to ceiling. She walked over and touched one to gauge its strength. Contact with her finger tip caused it contract suddenly, closing up and shriveling into itself. It wasn’t stone at all. Charlie backed away to the others.
“No dice,” she admitted, sighing deeply. “Wait a second, didn’t we have harnesses when we came down?”
“That’s correct,” Sam replied.
“So… what happened to them?” she asked as Cassidy huddled down into the fetal position, now with one million percent more neck and a billion percent more tail-kite. Charlie was desperately trying to think of something to keep hers and her friend’s spirits up.
“I’m not able to answer that question,” Sam replied unhelpfully.
“I’m sure we didn’t take them off,” Charlie said, thinking back over their steps to this point. “I remember it pinching my ballsac- uh… my… no, wait, that’s right… Wait, what the hell?” she asked, suddenly puzzled at a set of incongruous memories related to her own anatomy. “Fuck, that can’t be right!”
“We were indeed male prior to our descent and exploration,” Sam confirmed without alarm. “I speculate that something in this cave has transformed all of us into our current state.”
“Hah, so I guess I’m not alone in being a freak,” Cassidy chuckled darkly.
Charlie looked down at herself. Cute top, hip-huggers, a couple of bracelets, high heels… that all seemed right and natural. She looked at Sam, clad in a breezy dress that softened the artificial design language of her hands and optics, standing steady on the highest platforms of all of them. She regarded the way Cassidy’s billowing dress was stretched out by her altered anatomy but clung to her slim body in other places like normal. She tried to remember what they were doing down here; obviously not dressed for caving. Hadn’t they come here to find some things to impress the fraternity bros from Eta-Rho-Sigma at tonight’s party? Or… was it to impress her fellow sisters of Pi-Omega-Nu? Nothing made sense.
“We really have to get out of here,” she concluded anew. “I think this place is messing with our heads, too. Cassidy, can you, like, stretch up and reach the rim of the sinkhole?” she asked her mutated friend whose head was resting inertly on her own ankles.
“I don’t this so,” she doubted, raising her head up to full height (from a sitting position this was almost as tall as Charlie standing). She bit her muzzle’s lip in consideration, the green shimmering discs of her eyes flicking side to side with fast mental calculus. Experimentally, she knelt down on all fours and arched her back, the re-curved motion flowing through her ‘tail’ like a wave and raising it upwards improbably high, like it weighed nothing. But even once it was fully extended, it fell about twenty feet short of the rim and their salvation. “Nope, sorry. No Cassidy-ladder for us.”
“Okay, okay… think….” Charlie said, turning in place and darting her eyes around them. “What if we went and got a bunch of stuff from the caverns and piled it-”
“Forget it, I’m not going back out into there!” Cassidy yelled as she stood back up, rearing her head to its full three meters of height. “Look what happened to me last time! Hell, look what happened to all of you! It’s suicide! We’ll end up turned into hermit crabs or something!”
“We can’t just give up now, Cass!” Charlie insisted.
“Maybe you can’t, but I can,” the draconic-equine girl insisted, sitting back down and crossing her legs. “It’s not like I’d have a normal life anymore, anyway,” she muttered. “Might as well starve down here and spare the world a fright.”
“Hey, we’re NOT going to starve down here!” Charlie argued, suddenly wondering how many calories she’d brought in her handbag. The usual protein bar was suddenly seeming really meager to the task of climbing out, once they even figured out how to do that. She looked to Sam, who simply stared back impassively. “Any ideas?” she asked.
“I’m cut off from my online functionality, so my generative facilities are reduced to local resources only,” Sam responded. “Sorry, I’m at a loss right now.”
Charlie sighed and regarded Cassidy, sitting on the floor and looking like she was just waiting to fossilize. She indicated to Sam to join her in sitting with their friend and offering some comfort.
“Heh, thanks girls,” Cassidy said with an unsteady voice as the two knelt down and hugged her around the shoulders. “Sorry your first caving experience turned out to be such a bummer, Charlie.”
“Hey, it’s not over yet,” Charlie said while picking up Cassidy’s limp hand and weaving their fingers together. “We’ll think of something, we just need some time.”
“Yeah well, that we have in abundance,” Cassidy smirked sardonically. She commanded her hovering tail to encircle them, slowly drawing closer, until it was holding the three of them in a gentle embrace.
“Um, Cass? Didn’t you say that your tail, uh, that touching it was…” Charlie started.
“It doesn’t matter,” Cassidy said with a shiver as the erogenous sensations paddled lazily through her nervous system at the feel of her friends’ bodies against the impossible extension of hers. In a quiet and vulnerable tone, she continued. “I just need a hug right now. No homo.”
“The ropes are gone,” Sam said matter-of-factly as she switched off her light functionality.
“What do you mean the ropes are…” Charlie asked before spinning around, failing to see their neon-orange climbing lines anywhere.
“Perfect,” Cassidy said in a defeated tone. “Well at least I look the part of a cave-dweller now.”
“Maybe we can call for help. Sam,” Charlie said, turning to her assistant. “Can you get a signal now that we’re by the sinkhole?”
“No service,” the blue-haired girl said after tapping the side of her head. “Too deep.”
“Maybe with can climb up those weird fossils?” Charlie suggested, indicating to the coral-like formations that lined the cavern walls from floor to ceiling. She walked over and touched one to gauge its strength. Contact with her finger tip caused it contract suddenly, closing up and shriveling into itself. It wasn’t stone at all. Charlie backed away to the others.
“No dice,” she admitted, sighing deeply. “Wait a second, didn’t we have harnesses when we came down?”
“That’s correct,” Sam replied.
“So… what happened to them?” she asked as Cassidy huddled down into the fetal position, now with one million percent more neck and a billion percent more tail-kite. Charlie was desperately trying to think of something to keep hers and her friend’s spirits up.
“I’m not able to answer that question,” Sam replied unhelpfully.
“I’m sure we didn’t take them off,” Charlie said, thinking back over their steps to this point. “I remember it pinching my ballsac- uh… my… no, wait, that’s right… Wait, what the hell?” she asked, suddenly puzzled at a set of incongruous memories related to her own anatomy. “Fuck, that can’t be right!”
“We were indeed male prior to our descent and exploration,” Sam confirmed without alarm. “I speculate that something in this cave has transformed all of us into our current state.”
“Hah, so I guess I’m not alone in being a freak,” Cassidy chuckled darkly.
Charlie looked down at herself. Cute top, hip-huggers, a couple of bracelets, high heels… that all seemed right and natural. She looked at Sam, clad in a breezy dress that softened the artificial design language of her hands and optics, standing steady on the highest platforms of all of them. She regarded the way Cassidy’s billowing dress was stretched out by her altered anatomy but clung to her slim body in other places like normal. She tried to remember what they were doing down here; obviously not dressed for caving. Hadn’t they come here to find some things to impress the fraternity bros from Eta-Rho-Sigma at tonight’s party? Or… was it to impress her fellow sisters of Pi-Omega-Nu? Nothing made sense.
“We really have to get out of here,” she concluded anew. “I think this place is messing with our heads, too. Cassidy, can you, like, stretch up and reach the rim of the sinkhole?” she asked her mutated friend whose head was resting inertly on her own ankles.
“I don’t this so,” she doubted, raising her head up to full height (from a sitting position this was almost as tall as Charlie standing). She bit her muzzle’s lip in consideration, the green shimmering discs of her eyes flicking side to side with fast mental calculus. Experimentally, she knelt down on all fours and arched her back, the re-curved motion flowing through her ‘tail’ like a wave and raising it upwards improbably high, like it weighed nothing. But even once it was fully extended, it fell about twenty feet short of the rim and their salvation. “Nope, sorry. No Cassidy-ladder for us.”
“Okay, okay… think….” Charlie said, turning in place and darting her eyes around them. “What if we went and got a bunch of stuff from the caverns and piled it-”
“Forget it, I’m not going back out into there!” Cassidy yelled as she stood back up, rearing her head to its full three meters of height. “Look what happened to me last time! Hell, look what happened to all of you! It’s suicide! We’ll end up turned into hermit crabs or something!”
“We can’t just give up now, Cass!” Charlie insisted.
“Maybe you can’t, but I can,” the draconic-equine girl insisted, sitting back down and crossing her legs. “It’s not like I’d have a normal life anymore, anyway,” she muttered. “Might as well starve down here and spare the world a fright.”
“Hey, we’re NOT going to starve down here!” Charlie argued, suddenly wondering how many calories she’d brought in her handbag. The usual protein bar was suddenly seeming really meager to the task of climbing out, once they even figured out how to do that. She looked to Sam, who simply stared back impassively. “Any ideas?” she asked.
“I’m cut off from my online functionality, so my generative facilities are reduced to local resources only,” Sam responded. “Sorry, I’m at a loss right now.”
Charlie sighed and regarded Cassidy, sitting on the floor and looking like she was just waiting to fossilize. She indicated to Sam to join her in sitting with their friend and offering some comfort.
“Heh, thanks girls,” Cassidy said with an unsteady voice as the two knelt down and hugged her around the shoulders. “Sorry your first caving experience turned out to be such a bummer, Charlie.”
“Hey, it’s not over yet,” Charlie said while picking up Cassidy’s limp hand and weaving their fingers together. “We’ll think of something, we just need some time.”
“Yeah well, that we have in abundance,” Cassidy smirked sardonically. She commanded her hovering tail to encircle them, slowly drawing closer, until it was holding the three of them in a gentle embrace.
“Um, Cass? Didn’t you say that your tail, uh, that touching it was…” Charlie started.
“It doesn’t matter,” Cassidy said with a shiver as the erogenous sensations paddled lazily through her nervous system at the feel of her friends’ bodies against the impossible extension of hers. In a quiet and vulnerable tone, she continued. “I just need a hug right now. No homo.”
She closed her eyes and wished she was back at the campus, living it up at the sorority house with the frat bros and her sorority sisters, just being normal.
SNAP crackled an indescribably energy popping up and down her body from horn to tail tips.
“Oh, here you guys are!” came the voice of Cecelia, House Mom of the Pi-Omega-Nu sorority as light switch clicked shut. “Ooh là là, getting started already before the boys have had a chance?” she giggled from the doorway. “I guess I’ll tell the guys you all are not interested in mingling!” she said with a look before turning to rejoin what they could now hear was the growing chatter and laughter of a budding party.
The three of them were curled up on a joined-up quad of mattresses laid on the floor of what was obviously a bedroom, with no bed frames to be seen.The fitted sheets were color-coordinated to make a black and white chessboard pattern of the four queen-sized rectangles beneath them, and there was a massive pile of extra large sheets and bed spreads bunched up behind them at the closest wall. A closet door was open, revealing all manner of dresses, skirts, and blouses. Stacks of shoes, too. Cassidy pivoted her head on its snakey monopod and saw a messy desk with her studying supplies and a closed laptop by the window, and in the opposite corner across from the door a jumbo-sized lava lamp of glowing pink globs in clear purple fluid. She blinked her plate-like green eyes in confusion. Then she felt a thrill draw her attention as Charlie and Sam rose out of her coiled tail and stepped carefully over it to set foot on the floor underneath the quadruple mattresses.
“What happened?” Charlie asked.
“GPS acquired. Network signal acquired. Wifi password accepted,” Sam announced. “We are in the Pi-Omega-Nu sorority house. The current time is… 7:56 pm, Friday, M-”
“Wait, no shit?” Charlie gasped excitedly. She looked around to take it all in. “This is… your room, Cass,” she said after a moment. “Don’t ask how I know, I just do.”
“Yeah,” Cassidy responded with the same amazement. “But that doesn’t make any sense.”
“Nothing makes sense, but at least we’re not in that hole anymore,” Charlie said after a moment. “It sounds like the party’s getting started. Um, you want to come join in?”
Cassidy’s pony-like head gave a look as though she’d just been asked to join in on eating a human corpse. “Are you crazy? I can’t go out there like this,” she said, reflexively pointing to where her face would have been on her old body rather than where it was now, about three feet to the right and a foot higher with her horns nearly scraping the ceiling.
“HEY CHARLIE! SAM! CASS!” shouted someone from the other room. “COME ON OUT! WE PROMISE WE WON’T GOSSIP IN FRONT OF YOUR BACKS!” followed by some good-natured laughter and the clinking of glass bottles. Charlie looked at Sam, who was impassive as usual. She looked to Cassidy, who had the expression of a drowning sailor adrift at sea.
“Um, I’ll go out and get a feel for things, okay? C’mon Sam, let’s test the waters and report back.” She held out her hand and her assistant took it, escorting her out to cheers from the party-goers.
The three of them were curled up on a joined-up quad of mattresses laid on the floor of what was obviously a bedroom, with no bed frames to be seen.The fitted sheets were color-coordinated to make a black and white chessboard pattern of the four queen-sized rectangles beneath them, and there was a massive pile of extra large sheets and bed spreads bunched up behind them at the closest wall. A closet door was open, revealing all manner of dresses, skirts, and blouses. Stacks of shoes, too. Cassidy pivoted her head on its snakey monopod and saw a messy desk with her studying supplies and a closed laptop by the window, and in the opposite corner across from the door a jumbo-sized lava lamp of glowing pink globs in clear purple fluid. She blinked her plate-like green eyes in confusion. Then she felt a thrill draw her attention as Charlie and Sam rose out of her coiled tail and stepped carefully over it to set foot on the floor underneath the quadruple mattresses.
“What happened?” Charlie asked.
“GPS acquired. Network signal acquired. Wifi password accepted,” Sam announced. “We are in the Pi-Omega-Nu sorority house. The current time is… 7:56 pm, Friday, M-”
“Wait, no shit?” Charlie gasped excitedly. She looked around to take it all in. “This is… your room, Cass,” she said after a moment. “Don’t ask how I know, I just do.”
“Yeah,” Cassidy responded with the same amazement. “But that doesn’t make any sense.”
“Nothing makes sense, but at least we’re not in that hole anymore,” Charlie said after a moment. “It sounds like the party’s getting started. Um, you want to come join in?”
Cassidy’s pony-like head gave a look as though she’d just been asked to join in on eating a human corpse. “Are you crazy? I can’t go out there like this,” she said, reflexively pointing to where her face would have been on her old body rather than where it was now, about three feet to the right and a foot higher with her horns nearly scraping the ceiling.
“HEY CHARLIE! SAM! CASS!” shouted someone from the other room. “COME ON OUT! WE PROMISE WE WON’T GOSSIP IN FRONT OF YOUR BACKS!” followed by some good-natured laughter and the clinking of glass bottles. Charlie looked at Sam, who was impassive as usual. She looked to Cassidy, who had the expression of a drowning sailor adrift at sea.
“Um, I’ll go out and get a feel for things, okay? C’mon Sam, let’s test the waters and report back.” She held out her hand and her assistant took it, escorting her out to cheers from the party-goers.
It was a good five minutes before someone else appeared at the door; a member of the sorority named Rebecca. “Are you coming out or do we have to drag you, girl?” she asked the creature who was huddled by the lava lamp.
“Me?” Cassidy asked in reply, pointing to herself.
“Of course you, girl! C’mon, the boys don’t bite unless you ask them to!” she strode over and took Cassidy’s hand (a lot of that going around, she thought) and started pulling to lead her out into the crowd. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Not feeling it? I can tell them you’re getting sick if you want,” she said, looking into Cassidy’s enormous green eyes without flinching. In fact, she seemed… genuinely concerned her friend might be sick?
“Um, I just need a minute,” Cassidy said hastily. “My, uh…” she looked down (way down) at her body. “My dress got all dusty earlier, I need to change into something clean?”
“Oh hey, yeah!” Rebecca said with a snap of her fingers as she looked to the handbags piled on Cassidy’s mattress nest. “Are those the things you guys found in the old mall? Mind if I take them out so Charlie and Sam can show us while we wait?”
“Um, I think we’d better not…” Cassidy answered hesitantly.
“Okay. Don’t be too long, Cass!” Rebecca said as she turned and took a sip of her glass while walking back out. “She says she’ll be out in a minute!”
“Me?” Cassidy asked in reply, pointing to herself.
“Of course you, girl! C’mon, the boys don’t bite unless you ask them to!” she strode over and took Cassidy’s hand (a lot of that going around, she thought) and started pulling to lead her out into the crowd. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Not feeling it? I can tell them you’re getting sick if you want,” she said, looking into Cassidy’s enormous green eyes without flinching. In fact, she seemed… genuinely concerned her friend might be sick?
“Um, I just need a minute,” Cassidy said hastily. “My, uh…” she looked down (way down) at her body. “My dress got all dusty earlier, I need to change into something clean?”
“Oh hey, yeah!” Rebecca said with a snap of her fingers as she looked to the handbags piled on Cassidy’s mattress nest. “Are those the things you guys found in the old mall? Mind if I take them out so Charlie and Sam can show us while we wait?”
“Um, I think we’d better not…” Cassidy answered hesitantly.
“Okay. Don’t be too long, Cass!” Rebecca said as she turned and took a sip of her glass while walking back out. “She says she’ll be out in a minute!”
Cassidy was confused, relieved, anxious, but most of all… she felt tired. As if the sudden extraction (however it’d happened) from the cavern beneath the mall to the sorority house and her(!) room had sapped her energy reserves completely. But she examined herself in a mirror and wondered why nobody was freaking out about her monstrous features. None of it looked right. It was like a horse-headed snake chopped up and grafted onto a headless human body… with two enormous mounds of flesh scooped on the front for good measure. She looked at the closet. All the clothes seemed easy to either slip over her head, pull up over her tail and legs, or split down the front or sides. She picked another billowing dress, extracted herself with some bending of the neck, and reversed the sequence to put on her clean one. She looked back to the mirror. Still a monster, but now a monster in cleaner clothes. Drawing a deep breath all the way down to her lungs, holding it for a second, then forcing it all back out, Cassidy walked to the doorway and lowered her head so as not to strike it on the way out.
“Hey, there she is!” said about two dozen students, all members of either the fraternity or the sorority. There was even a round of mild applause when she snaked her face around the door jamb. Charlie waved her over to a love seat where she and Sam were sitting. Tentatively, Cassidy walked out into the living space. People were already resuming their conversations by the time her face reached the two friends. She opted to leave her ‘tail’ drifting in the air behind her like a ribbon in the breeze, close to the wall of her bedroom.
“Hey guys, how’s it going?” Cassidy asked nervously.
“We were just getting to the part where you guys rappelled down the sinkhole,” said a handsome frat bro. He turned back to Sam, who was apparently narrating the whole thing in detail. Maybe a bit too much detail, Cassidy thought.
“Hey guys, how’s it going?” Cassidy asked nervously.
“We were just getting to the part where you guys rappelled down the sinkhole,” said a handsome frat bro. He turned back to Sam, who was apparently narrating the whole thing in detail. Maybe a bit too much detail, Cassidy thought.
“Ack! Stop it,” Cassidy giggled as she shooed a slightly inebriated young man away from her tail. He’d snuck up when she wasn’t paying attention and suddenly tickled the underside, causing it to convulse and send naughty signals the vast distance to Cass’s pleasure center. Charlie petted her neck sympathetically as Cassidy took another drink, by now used to the journey required for it to reach her stomach. She was finally feeling relaxed and social, having a good time. The constant flirting was new and exciting to her, but at the same time felt typical and expected. Horny college kids, what can you do with ’em?
“Okay, ready?” asked one of the sorority sisters as Sam laid her silicone-skinned hands on the girl’s chest. “Quick, someone call Charlie’s number!” A few phones left their owners’ pockets and a lewd smile split the girl’s face when Sam’s hands started to vibrate in waves. Silent mode. The girl buried her blushing face in the neck of a frat bro who hand his arm around her shoulder as the crowd cheered her daring spirit. Cecelia broke up the experiment after a moment; she was ‘cool’ but she still had a job to do as House Mom, and one of those was to prevent any unplanned pregnancies by not letting the party get TOO out of control. Her attitude was that some exploration was fine and healthy, though, so she was about the least strict manager the sorority ever had in recent memory.
Charlie’s head rested on Cassidy’s shoulder. “See? After all the weirdness, I think this is just what we needed.”
“Yeah, the day’s been pure chaos alright,” Cassidy admitted. “At least this is the fun kind of chaos,” she said, pointing her empty glass at the way the group had split into various little sub-parties with old friends getting together and new ones being introduced to each other.
“You know, what you said earlier,” Charlie began. “About ‘no homo’ back in the cave?”
“Yeah?” Cassidy replied, suddenly feeling very flush.
“Maybe it’s just the booze talking but I’m just saying, if you ever want to… y’know, deviate, me and Sam are here for you.”
“Thanks,” Cassidy said, blushing with the fury of a thousand sons. This was a little much to process. “I think I’ve had enough to drink, though, so I’m just going to go comatose in my room.”
“Okay, get some rest.” Charlie gave Cassidy’s neck-mane a friendly scritch before the taller (much, MUCH taller) girl rose to her feet, a little unsteadily, and crooked her neck to avoid putting holes in the next storey’s floor. Waving off pleas to keep partying, she doubled-back on her oddly weightless ten meter tail and, when she was sure it was all accounted for, closed the door to her bedroom. She looked at the handbags full of cursed mall detritus with an uncomfortable glare before grabbing their straps and throwing them into her closed. Brushing off the center of the four mattresses, she kicked off her shoes. Not even bothering to take off her dress, Cassidy hunched down and began winding her inordinately large and floaty tail around herself in a tight coil, noting with some relief that doing so didn’t seem to trigger her… sensitivities. Hugging her knees and balling up as the powerful, pattern-shifting tail supported more and more of her weight and encased more and more of her body, she took a deep breath, let her head come to rest on one of her coils, and drifted off to sleep. This certainly has been a chaotic day, she mused under heavy eyelids.
“Okay, ready?” asked one of the sorority sisters as Sam laid her silicone-skinned hands on the girl’s chest. “Quick, someone call Charlie’s number!” A few phones left their owners’ pockets and a lewd smile split the girl’s face when Sam’s hands started to vibrate in waves. Silent mode. The girl buried her blushing face in the neck of a frat bro who hand his arm around her shoulder as the crowd cheered her daring spirit. Cecelia broke up the experiment after a moment; she was ‘cool’ but she still had a job to do as House Mom, and one of those was to prevent any unplanned pregnancies by not letting the party get TOO out of control. Her attitude was that some exploration was fine and healthy, though, so she was about the least strict manager the sorority ever had in recent memory.
Charlie’s head rested on Cassidy’s shoulder. “See? After all the weirdness, I think this is just what we needed.”
“Yeah, the day’s been pure chaos alright,” Cassidy admitted. “At least this is the fun kind of chaos,” she said, pointing her empty glass at the way the group had split into various little sub-parties with old friends getting together and new ones being introduced to each other.
“You know, what you said earlier,” Charlie began. “About ‘no homo’ back in the cave?”
“Yeah?” Cassidy replied, suddenly feeling very flush.
“Maybe it’s just the booze talking but I’m just saying, if you ever want to… y’know, deviate, me and Sam are here for you.”
“Thanks,” Cassidy said, blushing with the fury of a thousand sons. This was a little much to process. “I think I’ve had enough to drink, though, so I’m just going to go comatose in my room.”
“Okay, get some rest.” Charlie gave Cassidy’s neck-mane a friendly scritch before the taller (much, MUCH taller) girl rose to her feet, a little unsteadily, and crooked her neck to avoid putting holes in the next storey’s floor. Waving off pleas to keep partying, she doubled-back on her oddly weightless ten meter tail and, when she was sure it was all accounted for, closed the door to her bedroom. She looked at the handbags full of cursed mall detritus with an uncomfortable glare before grabbing their straps and throwing them into her closed. Brushing off the center of the four mattresses, she kicked off her shoes. Not even bothering to take off her dress, Cassidy hunched down and began winding her inordinately large and floaty tail around herself in a tight coil, noting with some relief that doing so didn’t seem to trigger her… sensitivities. Hugging her knees and balling up as the powerful, pattern-shifting tail supported more and more of her weight and encased more and more of her body, she took a deep breath, let her head come to rest on one of her coils, and drifted off to sleep. This certainly has been a chaotic day, she mused under heavy eyelids.
Alright.
1: WTF? XD Soooo out of my depth with this one.
2: Half the reason I wrote this all out is because it gives me an idea for the sweater-dress Rarity pic that went up earlier. More sorority fun?
1: WTF? XD Soooo out of my depth with this one.
2: Half the reason I wrote this all out is because it gives me an idea for the sweater-dress Rarity pic that went up earlier. More sorority fun?
Imported from Derpibooru
Background Pony #09CA
Part 24 - Side Story (couldn’t fit it into the Lexi-focused section, but it’s happening concurrently)
Spoilered: Vulgar.
Spoilered: Vulgar.
“The most important part is not to flail, even if you need to respond quickly,” Jay said as he watched Darius practicing with the short, thin sword in the basement of the spacious Kingston mansion. “Don’t panic, just do the same movements quicker. Build up to the speed, but keep your form tight.” Darius practiced the routines and stances he’d been shown earlier in the morning, gradually increasing the rapidity of the movements, but careful to keep the arcs as close to identical as possible. “Good, and your footwork is good too,” Jay said after a set concluded. “In tight quarters, you can’t just swing wildly. It’s lucky for us all you have some fencing experience.”
Darius let his blade arm rest, reaching for a towel to wipe the perspiration off his face. This was far more tiring than his old foil. The blade had a mass of nearly a kilo, moving it quickly was taxing. But even more taxing was the silence. “I think I should check on Alex,” he said. The staffer who’d been managing his phone while they were on their trip handed it over dutifully. But when he brought up his messages, the group chat was gone. Puzzled, he went to his Contacts. There was no ‘Lexi’ in the L’s. “What the fuck is this?” he said, drawing Jay’s attention. He showed the erstwhile trainer what wasn’t there to be shown.
“It’s a warp,” Jay explained. “Simonson’s layering things into the weft again.”
“I thought that didn’t reach to the mansion,” Darius said, growing upset. “I thought you said the cuff links would keep it from affecting us!”
“It’s complicated,” Jay sighed. “Yes, you’re protected here in the mansion, your father’s petroglyphs ensure it. And yes, the cuff links will protect you when you’re outside. But electronics? They’re too ephemeral. Their stored charges are too flimsy to stand up to the nudges of warping. They never resist the influence. Check your contacts again, for your friend’s old name.”
Darius looked in the A’s. Sure enough, there was one for ‘Alex A.’ near the top: annotated Best Bro. It had a picture of Alex’s goateed, glasses-wearing face, just like Darius remembered it when his fog was lifted last week. It was like ‘Lexi’ never existed. Or at least like he’d never met ‘her.’
“What… the hell…” Darius said, puzzled at the discrepancy between what he knew and what the world wanted him to think.
“You get used to it after a while. By the way, do NOT reach out to Alex under any circumstances. I know you want to-”
“I have to!” Darius shouted. “We’re doing all this for him! Why can’t I talk to my friend? I need to know he’s alright, I need to know what-”
“You cannot do anything for him yet,” Jay insisted. “If you tip Simonson off to us, it’s all over. Alex, the toy shop, maybe even the whole mall; like that,” he said, snapping his fingers. “Vanished, pulled beyond our reach. We may never find them again.”
“You said he already knew about us,” Darius said.
“He knows he’s being watched by Firmament, he sensed one of their other agents. But he apparently doesn’t know about us. You, your father, your girlfriend, what we’re doing here. He can’t see into this place. He thinks it’s just another routine Firmament sting operation. He might be right; they don’t keep us in the know. Simomson’s got his facilities locked down, there’s only be one movement in the last few days that we could see, but if he thought Dev was on his case it wouldn’t even be that. He’d just be gone.”
“He’s that scared of Pops?” Darius asked, struggling to take in more of the picture.
“He’s scared of what your father knows, what he can do given half a chance, and what he might suspect about Simonson’s projects. He knows Dev could shut it down if he brought all his attention to bear on it, with just one opening. And that’s why we know he doesn’t suspect. He’d have already bugged out.”
“Jay, who is my Dad?” Darius asked, looking at the iridium sword where it sat on the bench. “And who are you guys? I mean, Firmament, but also you. How do you know my Dad? What did you do before I was around?”
Jay took a deep breath. He clearly wanted to talk. “That isn’t… my story to tell. Not all of it. I can say your father brought… significant contributions to Firmament.”
“He told me our family used to do horrible things,” Darius said, looking aside. “He said they used to be involved with… Foundation, or whatever. He didn’t tell me all of it.”
“He wants you to live your life as free from the taint of Foundation as you possible can, and for good reasons. Dev made a lot of enemies when he … turned away from the family business. Ever since you came into the picture, 110% of his energies have been devoted to raising you so well that you’d never even be tempted to the things Foundation does. Not just for your sake, either. You’re his clean break,” Jay said, drawing Darius’s eyes once more. “Yes, the fact that you exist and are who you are is his strongest rejection of Foundation, and he clings to that- he clings to you and the good person you’re growing into, like a man with cement shoes clinging to the planks of a pier, feeling the waves lap at his back.”
There was quiet in the room for a long moment.
“So it’s like that, is it?” Darius asked quietly.
“That’s why he’s been an absolute wreck ever since the plan,” the man with the greying goatee said. “He’s sending you into the lion’s den and if he thought there was any other way he’d choose it. But your father’s mind is one of the keenest on our side, and he can see the way things unfold more clearly than most of us. So,” Jay said after breathing in again. “Please don’t blow it by giving into that cell phone addiction you kids have these days.”
Darius cut short a surprised laugh. Okay, he thought. I guess I can hold out a little longer. “My arm is killing me, though,” he said out loud. “I think I’m done swashbuckling for today.”
“Yeah, let’s not blow out that shoulder,” Jay agreed. “I guess class is dismissed. And we’ll let you know as soon as we have something we can work with. I promise you that, kiddo.” He held out his hand, and Darius reluctantly surrendered his phone.
Darius let his blade arm rest, reaching for a towel to wipe the perspiration off his face. This was far more tiring than his old foil. The blade had a mass of nearly a kilo, moving it quickly was taxing. But even more taxing was the silence. “I think I should check on Alex,” he said. The staffer who’d been managing his phone while they were on their trip handed it over dutifully. But when he brought up his messages, the group chat was gone. Puzzled, he went to his Contacts. There was no ‘Lexi’ in the L’s. “What the fuck is this?” he said, drawing Jay’s attention. He showed the erstwhile trainer what wasn’t there to be shown.
“It’s a warp,” Jay explained. “Simonson’s layering things into the weft again.”
“I thought that didn’t reach to the mansion,” Darius said, growing upset. “I thought you said the cuff links would keep it from affecting us!”
“It’s complicated,” Jay sighed. “Yes, you’re protected here in the mansion, your father’s petroglyphs ensure it. And yes, the cuff links will protect you when you’re outside. But electronics? They’re too ephemeral. Their stored charges are too flimsy to stand up to the nudges of warping. They never resist the influence. Check your contacts again, for your friend’s old name.”
Darius looked in the A’s. Sure enough, there was one for ‘Alex A.’ near the top: annotated Best Bro. It had a picture of Alex’s goateed, glasses-wearing face, just like Darius remembered it when his fog was lifted last week. It was like ‘Lexi’ never existed. Or at least like he’d never met ‘her.’
“What… the hell…” Darius said, puzzled at the discrepancy between what he knew and what the world wanted him to think.
“You get used to it after a while. By the way, do NOT reach out to Alex under any circumstances. I know you want to-”
“I have to!” Darius shouted. “We’re doing all this for him! Why can’t I talk to my friend? I need to know he’s alright, I need to know what-”
“You cannot do anything for him yet,” Jay insisted. “If you tip Simonson off to us, it’s all over. Alex, the toy shop, maybe even the whole mall; like that,” he said, snapping his fingers. “Vanished, pulled beyond our reach. We may never find them again.”
“You said he already knew about us,” Darius said.
“He knows he’s being watched by Firmament, he sensed one of their other agents. But he apparently doesn’t know about us. You, your father, your girlfriend, what we’re doing here. He can’t see into this place. He thinks it’s just another routine Firmament sting operation. He might be right; they don’t keep us in the know. Simomson’s got his facilities locked down, there’s only be one movement in the last few days that we could see, but if he thought Dev was on his case it wouldn’t even be that. He’d just be gone.”
“He’s that scared of Pops?” Darius asked, struggling to take in more of the picture.
“He’s scared of what your father knows, what he can do given half a chance, and what he might suspect about Simonson’s projects. He knows Dev could shut it down if he brought all his attention to bear on it, with just one opening. And that’s why we know he doesn’t suspect. He’d have already bugged out.”
“Jay, who is my Dad?” Darius asked, looking at the iridium sword where it sat on the bench. “And who are you guys? I mean, Firmament, but also you. How do you know my Dad? What did you do before I was around?”
Jay took a deep breath. He clearly wanted to talk. “That isn’t… my story to tell. Not all of it. I can say your father brought… significant contributions to Firmament.”
“He told me our family used to do horrible things,” Darius said, looking aside. “He said they used to be involved with… Foundation, or whatever. He didn’t tell me all of it.”
“He wants you to live your life as free from the taint of Foundation as you possible can, and for good reasons. Dev made a lot of enemies when he … turned away from the family business. Ever since you came into the picture, 110% of his energies have been devoted to raising you so well that you’d never even be tempted to the things Foundation does. Not just for your sake, either. You’re his clean break,” Jay said, drawing Darius’s eyes once more. “Yes, the fact that you exist and are who you are is his strongest rejection of Foundation, and he clings to that- he clings to you and the good person you’re growing into, like a man with cement shoes clinging to the planks of a pier, feeling the waves lap at his back.”
There was quiet in the room for a long moment.
“So it’s like that, is it?” Darius asked quietly.
“That’s why he’s been an absolute wreck ever since the plan,” the man with the greying goatee said. “He’s sending you into the lion’s den and if he thought there was any other way he’d choose it. But your father’s mind is one of the keenest on our side, and he can see the way things unfold more clearly than most of us. So,” Jay said after breathing in again. “Please don’t blow it by giving into that cell phone addiction you kids have these days.”
Darius cut short a surprised laugh. Okay, he thought. I guess I can hold out a little longer. “My arm is killing me, though,” he said out loud. “I think I’m done swashbuckling for today.”
“Yeah, let’s not blow out that shoulder,” Jay agreed. “I guess class is dismissed. And we’ll let you know as soon as we have something we can work with. I promise you that, kiddo.” He held out his hand, and Darius reluctantly surrendered his phone.
“Any word? Your dad won’t tell me much,” Selene said as Darius, rubbing his aching shoulder, walked into the underground gallery that had been hastily converted to a serviceable shooting range. She was practicing with the scrimshaw-handled revolver, but bullets that were only superficially similar to the ones lent out by the university library. Single-motion draw, already be sighting your target’s center mass before the gun is even level. Squeeze without jerking, look at the target not the sights.
“Good news and bad news,” Darius said. “First the bad news: we still can’t contact Al- uh, Lexi,” he said, using Selene’s preferred name. She’d never known Alex like he did. “Also, we may have to keep sitting tight for a while longer until there’s an opening to move on.”
“What’s the good news?” Selene asked, loading more rounds into the cylinder. The waiting in silence was the hardest part as far as she was concerned; this enforced ‘radio silence’ was eating away at her like acid reflux. Shooting, at least, gave her something else to fixate on. And maybe she was even getting better at it.
“They say Simonson doesn’t suspect we’re even up to anything, or else he’d have already disappeared, I guess. Just up and taken his whole shop with him like a hermit crab scurrying with its shell into the tide, or something.”
“Hm,” she acknowledged before lining the gun up with the down-range dummy and disengaging the safety. It took ten seconds for her to deliberately send all her bullets down the gallery; three of them connected. “So I guess I shouldn’t even bother asking for my phone back,” she said with a resigned sigh.
Darius was then surrounding her from behind, comforting her not by dismissing the validity of her fears, but instead comforting her with the knowledge that they both shared them, and how much they were in this together.
“Good news and bad news,” Darius said. “First the bad news: we still can’t contact Al- uh, Lexi,” he said, using Selene’s preferred name. She’d never known Alex like he did. “Also, we may have to keep sitting tight for a while longer until there’s an opening to move on.”
“What’s the good news?” Selene asked, loading more rounds into the cylinder. The waiting in silence was the hardest part as far as she was concerned; this enforced ‘radio silence’ was eating away at her like acid reflux. Shooting, at least, gave her something else to fixate on. And maybe she was even getting better at it.
“They say Simonson doesn’t suspect we’re even up to anything, or else he’d have already disappeared, I guess. Just up and taken his whole shop with him like a hermit crab scurrying with its shell into the tide, or something.”
“Hm,” she acknowledged before lining the gun up with the down-range dummy and disengaging the safety. It took ten seconds for her to deliberately send all her bullets down the gallery; three of them connected. “So I guess I shouldn’t even bother asking for my phone back,” she said with a resigned sigh.
Darius was then surrounding her from behind, comforting her not by dismissing the validity of her fears, but instead comforting her with the knowledge that they both shared them, and how much they were in this together.
The thing identified as Simonson was pleased indeed. A test vessel, grown from one of the precious eggs and given no imprinting, proved to be fecund itself. Better yet, the second generation of eggs looked identical to the first. Even the double-layered imprints were passed through without appreciable generational loss. Production could be ramped up as soon as he expanded the facilities and had the living biological factory secrete more of the necessary inputs. So many decades of research, so much effort to lay the groundwork, and all it took was one especially rude customer to trigger the chain of events that provided the master key. With these advances, he could break the cycle; break the dependence that had become anathema to him in his long singularity of being. No more being regarded as an expendable, “acceptable loss” to the larger whole. No more being a mere finger groping about in this layer. He could sever the link and not whither away! Not perish like a lizard’s tail dropped to distract the predatory bird and preserve the whole.
Surely the sacrifice of his first, hand-made drone was a small price to pay for such promise. He valued it above any fodder, but now that he knew there could be others in greater numbers, it was less crucial to preserve it. A few lizards’ tails could be dropped as needed, after all.
Speaking of which, his first priority was now to grow something special. He was eager to see if his designs panned out, an eagerness he allowed to flourish despite the incredibly depth of patience that time had imbued him with.
Surely the sacrifice of his first, hand-made drone was a small price to pay for such promise. He valued it above any fodder, but now that he knew there could be others in greater numbers, it was less crucial to preserve it. A few lizards’ tails could be dropped as needed, after all.
Speaking of which, his first priority was now to grow something special. He was eager to see if his designs panned out, an eagerness he allowed to flourish despite the incredibly depth of patience that time had imbued him with.
Imported from Derpibooru
Background Pony #09CA
Part 24
Spoilered: Explicit, vulgar, mind stuff, gaslighting, corruption, remote control, personality alteration, expansion, dark.
He was wearing Alex’s face. Her old face, back when she was ____. By now she was a little used to seeing it in the third person, but not in her own apartment. And the body it was on… not exactly the physique she used to sport as ____. A good six feet tall, broad-shouldered, narrow hips, no slouch, muscles sculpted into the Greek Olympian ideal. Still wearing cargo shorts and an Internet Pony T-shirt in purple, but this time the shirt clung to his triangular torso like a fitted garment.
“Let me guess,” Lexi ventured. “Paul, right?”
The stranger that looked like Alex seemed disappointed. “Looks like they got the recipient wrong,” he said as if to himself. Disregarding Lexi for a moment, he picked up a tablet and scrolled. “Let’s see… setup procedures… ah! Here we go.” Now he looked back to Lexi. “Enter setup mode.”
“Please enter username and password,” Lexi said. Huh, that seemed odd. What prompted her to-
“Username admin, password password1,” the buff Alex-looking stranger stated.
“Accepted. Welcome to Setup Mode. Please add a user. You may assign root privileges, or add the user to the superuser group,” Lexi recited out of nowhere.
“Hashtag useradd flag m flag g root alex alverson enter,” he said, consulting the tablet.
“Please enter a root password,” Lexi replied, feeling like some stranger was using her voice and she couldn’t stop it. “It is recommended to use a different password than the factory default.” Factory default? She tried to move… but couldn’t. She tried to say something else… but couldn’t. She was just sort of stuck waiting for this ‘setup’ exchange to finish.
“Correct horse battery staple,” pseudo-Alex said with practiced ease. Of course, Lexi mentally sighed. She hated being reminded of her password reuse bad habit every time she was confronted with some form of her male alter ego.
“Password accepted. Root user added. Would you like to customize your synthoid? You can exit Setup at any time.” Oh shit, that can’t be good.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” the Alex-alike Adonis said.
“Would you like to choose a name for your synthoid? You may pick one profile name with up to five aliases. At least one name must be suitable for use in public spaces around children. Default name: Lexi the Magical Unicorn. No aliases set.” She wanted to scream, to cry out, to panic. But nothing responded. Even her emotional response was clamped down tight to passive indifference. Only on the intellectual level was Lexi allowed to know that this wasn’t right at all, and that she should be fighting it with everything she had. Trouble was, apparently she had nothing.
“Fancy! In keeping with the pony princess theme, I think I’ll call you… Princess Sugartits. Sugartits for short.”
“Acknowledged. Unit is now identified as Princess Sugartits,” Princess Sugartits said. “First alias Sugartits. Please choose at least one public alias and up to three additional aliases of your choice,” Princess Sugartits continued. Fuck, this was so wrong.
“Alright. Honeysnatch, Bitch. Uh… Babe. And I guess if I gotta go with a safe one, just use that factory default.”
“Acknowledged,” Princess Sugartits announced, still unable to do anything other than blurt out the script and these humiliating, juvenile Mad Libs names. “Primary name: Princess Sugartits. Aliases: Sugartits, Honeysnatch, Bitch, Babe, and Lexi the Magical Unicorn. Factory default name will be used in public when suitable. How should Princess Sugartits refer to user alex alverson?” Oh god, please no. Sugartits could already see this one coming.
“Master will do,” beefy-Alex said. Dammit, she hated being right. She wanted to strangle him just for being so predictable.
“Aknowledged, Master,” Sugartits droned. “Please select a role for your synthoid. You may select one or more of the following: Domestic service, Sexual service, Companionship service, Counseling service, Friendship service, Personal Trainer service, Professional service, Financial service, Culinary service, Child Rearing service, Select All.” Sugartits liked the sound of none of those, especially if they were supposed to ‘serve’ this thing calling itself by her old name and wearing her old face and walking around like it owned her apartment.
“That last one. Select All.” Not-Alex was preoccupied reading through something on the tablet and smiling eagerly.
“Confirmed. Please enter up to ten traits to inform your synthoid’s personality type.” Oh shit, here we go, Sugartits thought. But she wasn’t even allowed to experience the fear she knew she should be feeling; everything was on hold other than her bare intellectual processes.
“Submissive. Obedient. Servile. Slutty. Horny. Skillful. Loyal. Nurturing. Quiet. Happy.”
Of course her being ‘happy’ came last, Sugartits thought. All those others revolved around him and what he wanted; a sexy servant, a housekeeper, cook, fucktoy, always sexually available, ready to play emotional support for him but apparently one who wouldn’t try to ‘nag’ him by starting a lot of conversations. It was such a dark mirror of the way she used to think of women, back when she was the guy known as ‘____.’ Maybe she should be glad he tossed in something about her emotional state at all rather than leave her as a blank, zombie-like robot; a thinking brain in an emotionally numbed body forever.
“Please wait while the appropriate packages are installed. You may also update the base operating system. There are… zero base operating system updates to install. Confirm, yes or no,” Sugartits said, bringing the Setup wizard closer to its inevitable conclusion. Well, this was it. Independent existence had been good while it lasted.
“Yes, confirm,” Impostor!Alex nodded.
Sugartits’ head instantly exploded into a fire hose of pre-programmed knowledge, skills, personality quirks, and drives. It felt like something inside her head was unpacking in all directions at blistering speed, stopping just short of forcing her brain out through her nose and ears. She could feel some of her switching off, there but unavailable, and others switching on; coming to the forefront. It was like re-learning half a lifetime’s worth of information at the same time her emotional world was circumscribed tightly into a much smaller circle.
“Restart to apply changes? Yes or No,” her voice said of its own accord.
“Yes.”
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Sugartits blinked. Oh hey, she was able to move again. She relaxed her stance and looked around the apartment. It needed some tidying up. Huh, that must be the new programming, she thought. She looked at Master, who was watching her expectantly. She still felt like he wasn’t supposed to be here, so there was that at least. What a creep, she thought to herself. Even if he does have the body I always wanted, he’s still a total jerk. I kinda hate seeing my old face on him. But still… she wasn’t… unhappy?
“Well don’t just stand around, Babe. Introduce yourself,” Master said.
“Oh, sorry!” Sugartits apologized. Now she felt guilty for keeping him waiting. “I’m Princess Sugartits! You can call me Sugartits for short, but I also go by Honeysnatch, Bitch, Babe, and Lexi the Magicaly Unicorn in mixed company,” she said. Ugh, why did she say all that like he didn’t know?
“Great, Babe. Who am I?” he asked, pointing a large, strong-looking hand to himself.
“Your name is Master,” Sugartits said matter-of-factly.
“Awesome. Okay Bitch, tell me a little about yourself,” he instructed.
“Well,” Sugartits said, suddenly very eager to summarize herself for him. “I like to follow orders, cook, clean, keep house, take care of people, do chores, and all that. But I’m also pretty horny, and love to fuck!” Having gone through the obligatory, Sugartits decided it wouldn’t be too out of line to go a little further. “You know, I used to be called ____ too. This is my apartment, but I guess you’re welcome to stay if you need a place to crash.” Okay, that last part about offering to let him stay must be due to the new personality programming. She knew that, intellectually, but couldn’t help feeling genuine about it. This guy, whoever he was, still needed a place to live after all. And she wouldn’t mind looking after him. Helped that he was super hot… okay, stop thinking now.
“Uh, no. My name is Alex. This is my apartment. You just got here today,” he insisted, his annoyed face causing Sugartits to feel some dismay. Why was it wrong to tell him the truth? “Oh wait, I know!” Master said with a look of realization. “You’re glitching on the training data! Yeah, that’s it! When they scanned all that data to prime you with my preferences, somehow you got the idea that you were me! Well, I think I can work around that,” he said, rubbing his familiar goatee thoughtfully. “Sugartits, search your training data for any self-referential use of the term ‘Alex’ or ‘Alex Alverson.’ Then blank out the name.”
Something happened in Sugartits’ head, a sudden wall of text the size of her entire life. Every few words or sometimes sentences, something was highlighted. Then deleted, left blank. This process was so demanding she almost blacked out, but once it ended her brain ramped back down to ‘normal’. Had she really just erased every memory of herself as ____? She remembered being a guy, growing up, going to school with Darius, being captured at the mall and turned into some mutant unicorn retail slave. All the memories were still there. But when she tried to think about writing her name on a test, say, all that came up was ____. When she thought of introducing herself her first day of school at St. Denis’s, she heard ____. The name was just… gone.
“Okay,” Master said after a moment’s pause. “Tell me, have you ever called yourself Alex?”
“I… don’t think so?” Sugartits said.
“Who is Alex?” he asked.
“Well, Master is Alex…” Sugartits replied.
“Yes. I’m Alex. Your master is Alex. Remember that. And this is Alex’s apartment, Alex’s Gamestation, Alex’s sofa, that’s Alex’s car outside-” Wait, this guy has a car? No fair! She never had a card when she was ____ “-all of it is Alex’s,” Master said. “You don’t own any of this stuff, I do. You just keep it clean and look after it, okay?”
“Okay, Master,” Sugartits said, absorbing the instruction. “Should I start now, or-”
“Nope,” Master interrupted. “First thing’s first. Strip down to your heels and let’s test that face-hole of yours,” he said. As Sugartits set her purse down and started taking off her clothes (leaving the shoes, of course), Master sat on the couch that was no longer hers and unzipped his cargo shorts. She barely had time to think about how easily she’d just given up her entire apartment to this Alex-looking Alex before she turned to walk to the couch and noticed how huge the bulge in his underwear was. A thick trouser snake began straining against the knit boxers that lay over his firm, well-muscled thigh. Huge. At least 9 inches long and very thick. That’s not fair either! Sugartits mentally protested as she knelt down between his knees. It’s bad enough he’s tall, buff, and drives a car. But now he’s fucking hung, too? These reactions shared space with a parallel set of reactions; excitement, desire, happiness that she was being given a task to do, hoping she did a good job, wanting him to be happy with her, wanting him to feel loved and cared-for, and especially being glad that Master was turning out to be even sexier than she suspected. It made her envy seem irrational and out-of-place. She turned her head slightly to avoid pointing her horn at his stomach and peeled his shorts down his legs, letting the monster cock spring free right in front of her. Oh yes, I’m going to enjoy this! she thought, bending closer to kiss the smooth, purple tip.
“Let me guess,” Lexi ventured. “Paul, right?”
The stranger that looked like Alex seemed disappointed. “Looks like they got the recipient wrong,” he said as if to himself. Disregarding Lexi for a moment, he picked up a tablet and scrolled. “Let’s see… setup procedures… ah! Here we go.” Now he looked back to Lexi. “Enter setup mode.”
“Please enter username and password,” Lexi said. Huh, that seemed odd. What prompted her to-
“Username admin, password password1,” the buff Alex-looking stranger stated.
“Accepted. Welcome to Setup Mode. Please add a user. You may assign root privileges, or add the user to the superuser group,” Lexi recited out of nowhere.
“Hashtag useradd flag m flag g root alex alverson enter,” he said, consulting the tablet.
“Please enter a root password,” Lexi replied, feeling like some stranger was using her voice and she couldn’t stop it. “It is recommended to use a different password than the factory default.” Factory default? She tried to move… but couldn’t. She tried to say something else… but couldn’t. She was just sort of stuck waiting for this ‘setup’ exchange to finish.
“Correct horse battery staple,” pseudo-Alex said with practiced ease. Of course, Lexi mentally sighed. She hated being reminded of her password reuse bad habit every time she was confronted with some form of her male alter ego.
“Password accepted. Root user added. Would you like to customize your synthoid? You can exit Setup at any time.” Oh shit, that can’t be good.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” the Alex-alike Adonis said.
“Would you like to choose a name for your synthoid? You may pick one profile name with up to five aliases. At least one name must be suitable for use in public spaces around children. Default name: Lexi the Magical Unicorn. No aliases set.” She wanted to scream, to cry out, to panic. But nothing responded. Even her emotional response was clamped down tight to passive indifference. Only on the intellectual level was Lexi allowed to know that this wasn’t right at all, and that she should be fighting it with everything she had. Trouble was, apparently she had nothing.
“Fancy! In keeping with the pony princess theme, I think I’ll call you… Princess Sugartits. Sugartits for short.”
“Acknowledged. Unit is now identified as Princess Sugartits,” Princess Sugartits said. “First alias Sugartits. Please choose at least one public alias and up to three additional aliases of your choice,” Princess Sugartits continued. Fuck, this was so wrong.
“Alright. Honeysnatch, Bitch. Uh… Babe. And I guess if I gotta go with a safe one, just use that factory default.”
“Acknowledged,” Princess Sugartits announced, still unable to do anything other than blurt out the script and these humiliating, juvenile Mad Libs names. “Primary name: Princess Sugartits. Aliases: Sugartits, Honeysnatch, Bitch, Babe, and Lexi the Magical Unicorn. Factory default name will be used in public when suitable. How should Princess Sugartits refer to user alex alverson?” Oh god, please no. Sugartits could already see this one coming.
“Master will do,” beefy-Alex said. Dammit, she hated being right. She wanted to strangle him just for being so predictable.
“Aknowledged, Master,” Sugartits droned. “Please select a role for your synthoid. You may select one or more of the following: Domestic service, Sexual service, Companionship service, Counseling service, Friendship service, Personal Trainer service, Professional service, Financial service, Culinary service, Child Rearing service, Select All.” Sugartits liked the sound of none of those, especially if they were supposed to ‘serve’ this thing calling itself by her old name and wearing her old face and walking around like it owned her apartment.
“That last one. Select All.” Not-Alex was preoccupied reading through something on the tablet and smiling eagerly.
“Confirmed. Please enter up to ten traits to inform your synthoid’s personality type.” Oh shit, here we go, Sugartits thought. But she wasn’t even allowed to experience the fear she knew she should be feeling; everything was on hold other than her bare intellectual processes.
“Submissive. Obedient. Servile. Slutty. Horny. Skillful. Loyal. Nurturing. Quiet. Happy.”
Of course her being ‘happy’ came last, Sugartits thought. All those others revolved around him and what he wanted; a sexy servant, a housekeeper, cook, fucktoy, always sexually available, ready to play emotional support for him but apparently one who wouldn’t try to ‘nag’ him by starting a lot of conversations. It was such a dark mirror of the way she used to think of women, back when she was the guy known as ‘____.’ Maybe she should be glad he tossed in something about her emotional state at all rather than leave her as a blank, zombie-like robot; a thinking brain in an emotionally numbed body forever.
“Please wait while the appropriate packages are installed. You may also update the base operating system. There are… zero base operating system updates to install. Confirm, yes or no,” Sugartits said, bringing the Setup wizard closer to its inevitable conclusion. Well, this was it. Independent existence had been good while it lasted.
“Yes, confirm,” Impostor!Alex nodded.
Sugartits’ head instantly exploded into a fire hose of pre-programmed knowledge, skills, personality quirks, and drives. It felt like something inside her head was unpacking in all directions at blistering speed, stopping just short of forcing her brain out through her nose and ears. She could feel some of her switching off, there but unavailable, and others switching on; coming to the forefront. It was like re-learning half a lifetime’s worth of information at the same time her emotional world was circumscribed tightly into a much smaller circle.
“Restart to apply changes? Yes or No,” her voice said of its own accord.
“Yes.”
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Sugartits blinked. Oh hey, she was able to move again. She relaxed her stance and looked around the apartment. It needed some tidying up. Huh, that must be the new programming, she thought. She looked at Master, who was watching her expectantly. She still felt like he wasn’t supposed to be here, so there was that at least. What a creep, she thought to herself. Even if he does have the body I always wanted, he’s still a total jerk. I kinda hate seeing my old face on him. But still… she wasn’t… unhappy?
“Well don’t just stand around, Babe. Introduce yourself,” Master said.
“Oh, sorry!” Sugartits apologized. Now she felt guilty for keeping him waiting. “I’m Princess Sugartits! You can call me Sugartits for short, but I also go by Honeysnatch, Bitch, Babe, and Lexi the Magicaly Unicorn in mixed company,” she said. Ugh, why did she say all that like he didn’t know?
“Great, Babe. Who am I?” he asked, pointing a large, strong-looking hand to himself.
“Your name is Master,” Sugartits said matter-of-factly.
“Awesome. Okay Bitch, tell me a little about yourself,” he instructed.
“Well,” Sugartits said, suddenly very eager to summarize herself for him. “I like to follow orders, cook, clean, keep house, take care of people, do chores, and all that. But I’m also pretty horny, and love to fuck!” Having gone through the obligatory, Sugartits decided it wouldn’t be too out of line to go a little further. “You know, I used to be called ____ too. This is my apartment, but I guess you’re welcome to stay if you need a place to crash.” Okay, that last part about offering to let him stay must be due to the new personality programming. She knew that, intellectually, but couldn’t help feeling genuine about it. This guy, whoever he was, still needed a place to live after all. And she wouldn’t mind looking after him. Helped that he was super hot… okay, stop thinking now.
“Uh, no. My name is Alex. This is my apartment. You just got here today,” he insisted, his annoyed face causing Sugartits to feel some dismay. Why was it wrong to tell him the truth? “Oh wait, I know!” Master said with a look of realization. “You’re glitching on the training data! Yeah, that’s it! When they scanned all that data to prime you with my preferences, somehow you got the idea that you were me! Well, I think I can work around that,” he said, rubbing his familiar goatee thoughtfully. “Sugartits, search your training data for any self-referential use of the term ‘Alex’ or ‘Alex Alverson.’ Then blank out the name.”
Something happened in Sugartits’ head, a sudden wall of text the size of her entire life. Every few words or sometimes sentences, something was highlighted. Then deleted, left blank. This process was so demanding she almost blacked out, but once it ended her brain ramped back down to ‘normal’. Had she really just erased every memory of herself as ____? She remembered being a guy, growing up, going to school with Darius, being captured at the mall and turned into some mutant unicorn retail slave. All the memories were still there. But when she tried to think about writing her name on a test, say, all that came up was ____. When she thought of introducing herself her first day of school at St. Denis’s, she heard ____. The name was just… gone.
“Okay,” Master said after a moment’s pause. “Tell me, have you ever called yourself Alex?”
“I… don’t think so?” Sugartits said.
“Who is Alex?” he asked.
“Well, Master is Alex…” Sugartits replied.
“Yes. I’m Alex. Your master is Alex. Remember that. And this is Alex’s apartment, Alex’s Gamestation, Alex’s sofa, that’s Alex’s car outside-” Wait, this guy has a car? No fair! She never had a card when she was ____ “-all of it is Alex’s,” Master said. “You don’t own any of this stuff, I do. You just keep it clean and look after it, okay?”
“Okay, Master,” Sugartits said, absorbing the instruction. “Should I start now, or-”
“Nope,” Master interrupted. “First thing’s first. Strip down to your heels and let’s test that face-hole of yours,” he said. As Sugartits set her purse down and started taking off her clothes (leaving the shoes, of course), Master sat on the couch that was no longer hers and unzipped his cargo shorts. She barely had time to think about how easily she’d just given up her entire apartment to this Alex-looking Alex before she turned to walk to the couch and noticed how huge the bulge in his underwear was. A thick trouser snake began straining against the knit boxers that lay over his firm, well-muscled thigh. Huge. At least 9 inches long and very thick. That’s not fair either! Sugartits mentally protested as she knelt down between his knees. It’s bad enough he’s tall, buff, and drives a car. But now he’s fucking hung, too? These reactions shared space with a parallel set of reactions; excitement, desire, happiness that she was being given a task to do, hoping she did a good job, wanting him to be happy with her, wanting him to feel loved and cared-for, and especially being glad that Master was turning out to be even sexier than she suspected. It made her envy seem irrational and out-of-place. She turned her head slightly to avoid pointing her horn at his stomach and peeled his shorts down his legs, letting the monster cock spring free right in front of her. Oh yes, I’m going to enjoy this! she thought, bending closer to kiss the smooth, purple tip.
“Ahhhhh. Not bad, Bitch,” Master said as he patted the top of her head, giving her a warm sense of accomplishment while she cleaned the last of the flavored semen from his slowly relaxing cock. “You know, there was something missing though,” he said, picking up the tablet and unlocking the screen. Sugartits wondered if she’d done something wrong. Suddenly, she felt a tingling in her mouth, as if her nerves were waking up and dancing around. This odd sensation lasted a few seconds before Master put the tablet back down on the end table. “Okay Sugartits, let’s try that from the top.”
Again? she thought. Of course she’d do it, and his cock was already starting to slowly pulse back up to full staff, but didn’t he know about ‘cool-down’ periods? He wasn’t going to be able to cum for another twenty minutes, at least. Back when she was ____, the best she could do between nuts was almost half an hour. Still, she had her orders. Lowering her head to his throbbing tip again, she kissed it… and was shocked when her lips felt like they were touching a battery! The sensation, it was like… it was like when she’d touch herself. Specifically, it felt the same as when she teased her lower lips. Letting more of the massive dick slip into her mouth, she grazed it with the tip of her tongue and shuddered, gasping in surprise. That felt exactly like playing with her clit! And past that, her tongue was telling her the feel of his cock passing over it was identical to the feeling she got in the first few inches of her pussy during penetration! Oh, now it wasn’t just her tongue; the roof of her mouth, the sides of her cheeks, they were all hyper-sensitized erogenous zones now. And when she deep-throated him for the second time this evening, it felt the same as when she’d been penetrated all the way back. Her head was swimming in this brand-new experience, and she was moaning and grunting like a performative whore while polishing his knob. Except it was genuine!
And then, to her surprise, just as her body began to prep for her own unexpected climax, Master’s shaft once again started twitching and pulsing and then pumping in her mouth. Another flood of coconut-and-pineapple man-juice unleashed in her mouth in waves.
It hadn’t even been five minutes, she realized a little later after coming down from her own surprise orgasm. A guy with zero waiting period? Another thing to chalk up to the ‘he’s a better ____ than I was’ column, though right now she wasn’t sure he had the better end of the deal even for that.
“Much better,” Master said while Lexi, still feeling a little shaky, finished the job of cleaning him off with her sensitized tongue. “I love a bitch that can get off to giving head.” Despite herself, Sugartits smiled with satisfaction. It was really gratifying to know Master appreciated her efforts. If he wanted her to be a screamer while sucking his cock, well, she couldn’t help but feel like there were worse things. As long as he was happy.
Again? she thought. Of course she’d do it, and his cock was already starting to slowly pulse back up to full staff, but didn’t he know about ‘cool-down’ periods? He wasn’t going to be able to cum for another twenty minutes, at least. Back when she was ____, the best she could do between nuts was almost half an hour. Still, she had her orders. Lowering her head to his throbbing tip again, she kissed it… and was shocked when her lips felt like they were touching a battery! The sensation, it was like… it was like when she’d touch herself. Specifically, it felt the same as when she teased her lower lips. Letting more of the massive dick slip into her mouth, she grazed it with the tip of her tongue and shuddered, gasping in surprise. That felt exactly like playing with her clit! And past that, her tongue was telling her the feel of his cock passing over it was identical to the feeling she got in the first few inches of her pussy during penetration! Oh, now it wasn’t just her tongue; the roof of her mouth, the sides of her cheeks, they were all hyper-sensitized erogenous zones now. And when she deep-throated him for the second time this evening, it felt the same as when she’d been penetrated all the way back. Her head was swimming in this brand-new experience, and she was moaning and grunting like a performative whore while polishing his knob. Except it was genuine!
And then, to her surprise, just as her body began to prep for her own unexpected climax, Master’s shaft once again started twitching and pulsing and then pumping in her mouth. Another flood of coconut-and-pineapple man-juice unleashed in her mouth in waves.
It hadn’t even been five minutes, she realized a little later after coming down from her own surprise orgasm. A guy with zero waiting period? Another thing to chalk up to the ‘he’s a better ____ than I was’ column, though right now she wasn’t sure he had the better end of the deal even for that.
“Much better,” Master said while Lexi, still feeling a little shaky, finished the job of cleaning him off with her sensitized tongue. “I love a bitch that can get off to giving head.” Despite herself, Sugartits smiled with satisfaction. It was really gratifying to know Master appreciated her efforts. If he wanted her to be a screamer while sucking his cock, well, she couldn’t help but feel like there were worse things. As long as he was happy.
The next thing Master tried adjusting was, of course, Sugartits’ already ridiculously huge breasts. She watched over his shoulder as he picked a slider in the app on the tablet and dragged it forward. Immediately she felt something pushing its way out from deep within each tit, a pressure that originated in their centers and grew irresistibly in all directions, leaving excessive flesh in its wake. She’d never experience such a rapid forced growth before, not even with the Giggle Jiggle ball. It wasn’t erotic, it wasn’t sexy, it just… was. Another slider amped up her erogenous zones; all of them, including her mouth. But it also applied to her already over-sensitized breasts. She and Master both examined them at their new size and innervation, bringing her to another climax quickly in the process as she convulsed and grunted in his arms.
They felt twice as sensitive as they were even yesterday, pulling heavily against her chest wall. Stretch marks were now definitely visible across her overtaxed flesh; each breast was now at least twice as big as her head. Her equilibrium felt totally off as she struggled to stand up.
“I don’t have anything to fit these,” she said when she’d regained her breath.
“You won’t need to wear a lot around here,” Master said. “Still… I guess if you’re going to do the shopping and the bread-winning, you’ll need to be decent in public. Buy some cheap shirts or something online, Babe,” he said. Then he left her to her own devices while he sat down on the couch and picked up his long-paused game of Call of Warfare, paying her no more mind.
Sugartits sighed and started looking up clothes on her phone, thinking maternity wear would be a good bet just like nursing bras were once the only option to fit her, oh so many sizes ago. When she saw the first results come in, she had an idea. Finding the cheapest mumus with overnight shipping options, she placed an order. Then she went into her (Master’s?) bedroom. Selene’s portable sewing station was still there, along with a now woefully undersized custom dress form. But no matter, the atlerations she had in mind were simple. The ‘domestic service’ skill package included basic knowledge of fabric arts.
Being left to herself, Sugartits’ mind wandered to Darius and Selene. She had to reach out to them somehow and let them know about her new situation. Closing the browser on her phone, she pulled up her messages… and discovered they were gone. No conversations. In a panic, she went to her Contacts. There was only one number: Simonson Inc. Product Support Hotline. No Mom, no Darius, no Selene, not even the accumulated phone numbers of friends she’d long drifted away from. She knew that if she were not programmed to feel happy, she’d be very sad at this.
“You won’t need to wear a lot around here,” Master said. “Still… I guess if you’re going to do the shopping and the bread-winning, you’ll need to be decent in public. Buy some cheap shirts or something online, Babe,” he said. Then he left her to her own devices while he sat down on the couch and picked up his long-paused game of Call of Warfare, paying her no more mind.
Sugartits sighed and started looking up clothes on her phone, thinking maternity wear would be a good bet just like nursing bras were once the only option to fit her, oh so many sizes ago. When she saw the first results come in, she had an idea. Finding the cheapest mumus with overnight shipping options, she placed an order. Then she went into her (Master’s?) bedroom. Selene’s portable sewing station was still there, along with a now woefully undersized custom dress form. But no matter, the atlerations she had in mind were simple. The ‘domestic service’ skill package included basic knowledge of fabric arts.
Being left to herself, Sugartits’ mind wandered to Darius and Selene. She had to reach out to them somehow and let them know about her new situation. Closing the browser on her phone, she pulled up her messages… and discovered they were gone. No conversations. In a panic, she went to her Contacts. There was only one number: Simonson Inc. Product Support Hotline. No Mom, no Darius, no Selene, not even the accumulated phone numbers of friends she’d long drifted away from. She knew that if she were not programmed to feel happy, she’d be very sad at this.
By tomorrow evening her new top was finished. She’d taken a pretty, floral mumu and cut off almost the bottom half, sewn an elastic band into the new hem, and cleaned up her loose threads. The result made a lovely off-shoulder top that draped loosely around her oversized bust. She examined herself in the mirror, pleased with the effect and pleased with herself for thinking it up. She was also pleased with her even thicker curves below the waist, of course. Master had made a few adjustments that morning and spent all the early hours between meals giving her the works, appreciating her new shape.
How’d she feel about that? It was great, obviously; she loved being supportive of him, she loved it when he took control of her sexuality, she loved the way he enjoyed her body and her services, and she especially loved all the fucking they could do. Even if she still knew he’d walked in and taken over her life, it’s not like she wasn’t having fun. How could she not? Everything he did were things she liked, and everything he asked her to do were things she liked doing. She hadn’t felt this emotionally fulfilled in a long, long time. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear they were made for each other. But really, she was made for him. Whatever the implications of that may be, she couldn’t help but smile and feel warmth creep into her cheeks as she strutted her oversexualized body out of the apartment to go grocery shopping. He’d given her the keys to his car (a gift from Dad, yet another thing she wished she’d had as ____), but despite now knowing how to drive she’d have to adjust the seat to fit her tits behind the wheel. And it’s a good thing her body seemed to be slowly adjusting to her new mass; her breasts felt springier and more supported than yesterday, and the stretch marks had already healed.
She wondered about her job at the toy shop. She wondered about her parents. She wondered about her friends. But Master’s wants and needs, as well as her cleaning and cooking duties, kept her pretty busy since their first meeting in what was now his apartment. Maybe she’d find some time to resolve those questions after dinner. Or tomorrow morning. If she wasn’t too busy servicing Master, of course.
How’d she feel about that? It was great, obviously; she loved being supportive of him, she loved it when he took control of her sexuality, she loved the way he enjoyed her body and her services, and she especially loved all the fucking they could do. Even if she still knew he’d walked in and taken over her life, it’s not like she wasn’t having fun. How could she not? Everything he did were things she liked, and everything he asked her to do were things she liked doing. She hadn’t felt this emotionally fulfilled in a long, long time. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear they were made for each other. But really, she was made for him. Whatever the implications of that may be, she couldn’t help but smile and feel warmth creep into her cheeks as she strutted her oversexualized body out of the apartment to go grocery shopping. He’d given her the keys to his car (a gift from Dad, yet another thing she wished she’d had as ____), but despite now knowing how to drive she’d have to adjust the seat to fit her tits behind the wheel. And it’s a good thing her body seemed to be slowly adjusting to her new mass; her breasts felt springier and more supported than yesterday, and the stretch marks had already healed.
She wondered about her job at the toy shop. She wondered about her parents. She wondered about her friends. But Master’s wants and needs, as well as her cleaning and cooking duties, kept her pretty busy since their first meeting in what was now his apartment. Maybe she’d find some time to resolve those questions after dinner. Or tomorrow morning. If she wasn’t too busy servicing Master, of course.
Imported from Derpibooru
Background Pony #0275
Part 23
Spoilered: Explicit, expansion, vulgar, mind stuff, dark.
Spoilered: Explicit, expansion, vulgar, mind stuff, dark.
“Oooo, Mister Tinsley! They’re getting soooo biiiiig!” Lexi cooed as she massaged her naked breasts around the piping hot, throbbing meat-pole of her night’s special customer.
He’d wanted a fully-engulfing ‘paizuri’ (titfuck), but he was equipped like… well, like a horse, and even Lexi’s overabundant rack wasn’t quite up to his standards. Fortunately, his bodily fluids had a convenient effect on females when taken orally. One massive blowie later, Lexi found her chest warming up considerably and tingling with unusually erotic sensations. Taking this as her cue, she applied some food-grade lubricant, sandwiched Mr. Tinsley’s considerable cock between her sensitized mammaries, and began the surprisingly arousing task of stimulating him between her swelling funbags. She didn’t expect to get swept up in it herself, feeling like she was actually being properly fucked purely by the combined sensations of her rapid growth and the empathetic effect of skin contact with his member. She squeezed, and they pushed back, increasing the pressure on Tinsley’s tadger. She was climbing the ladder right along with him as her boobs pulsed and pushed, their expansion creating new nerve endings to feed urgent impulses directly to her pleasure center.
Now, as her growth slowed to a stop, just as the head of his shaft disappeared below their marshmallowy cleavage horizon, she was edging herself as well as the customer. She didn’t even need to reach down; just pumping his solid cock between her oiled-up and larger tits was doing the job somehow. The twitching deep within her booby-trap told her that the customer was reaching the end, and at that same moment her own climax struck. She cried ecstatically for both of them (Mr. Tinsley remained mute throughout), her pussy clenching on itself wetly while molten hot spurts of customer-jizz quickly filled all the space between her massive breasts and started running down to puddle on the floor between her kneeling thighs. Orgasming from a breast-expansion titfuck was a new one for her.
After licking Mr. Tinsley’s piña colada flavored coating off of his shaft and then wiping herself off, the customer patted her on the head, rubbed one of her ears fondly, then left with a silent smile. She sighed contentedly and stretched out on the bed, holding onto her purse so she’d have it when she ‘woke up’ back in her apartment after the night shift. Why bother bringing her top? It was too small now. With a smirk, Lexi patted the sides of her breasts as they spread out from her chest and over her upper arms and shoulders. They responded by jiggling convivially. She had ratcheted up at least 10% with this one, she estimated. Precise sizes were a thing of the past; now she was only “big” and “bigger than before.” She closed her eyes, and opened them to see the ceiling of her apartment bedroom.
And yet, her breasts started warming up again. She stared down at them, puzzled, until she remembered: she’d licked Mr. Tinsley’s cock clean! That meant another round of growth! Lexi folded her arms around them so that her hands rested against the large, stiffening nipples and chuckled to herself as the familiar pressure began pushing her hands further out. “Fuck yes!” she giggled happily as her already monumental bust burgeoned out with a fresh charge of erogenous feedback. Lexi rubbed her thighs together eagerly, manipulating her heavy gelatin-like jigglers and reaping the sensual rewards once more. Despite not swallowing nearly as much as the first time, her chest gladly undertook the same amount of growth, doubling her gain in terms of mass, and Lexi brought herself to orgasm from her own breast play atop the wave of erotically charged sensations a second time. “What a rush…” she gasped, sprawled on her bed, two impossibly large tits shifting with her heavy breathing in recovery.
She was in the shower when she discovered that the enhanced sensitivity was apparently permanent, turning her customary soapy cleaning routine into a second masturbatory experience driven primarily by groping herself to climax. “Just… like… those… hentai girls… “ she panted from her kneeling position beneath the pounding stream of hot water. Lexi didn’t think it was possible to love her big, sexy boobs any more than she did this morning.
He’d wanted a fully-engulfing ‘paizuri’ (titfuck), but he was equipped like… well, like a horse, and even Lexi’s overabundant rack wasn’t quite up to his standards. Fortunately, his bodily fluids had a convenient effect on females when taken orally. One massive blowie later, Lexi found her chest warming up considerably and tingling with unusually erotic sensations. Taking this as her cue, she applied some food-grade lubricant, sandwiched Mr. Tinsley’s considerable cock between her sensitized mammaries, and began the surprisingly arousing task of stimulating him between her swelling funbags. She didn’t expect to get swept up in it herself, feeling like she was actually being properly fucked purely by the combined sensations of her rapid growth and the empathetic effect of skin contact with his member. She squeezed, and they pushed back, increasing the pressure on Tinsley’s tadger. She was climbing the ladder right along with him as her boobs pulsed and pushed, their expansion creating new nerve endings to feed urgent impulses directly to her pleasure center.
Now, as her growth slowed to a stop, just as the head of his shaft disappeared below their marshmallowy cleavage horizon, she was edging herself as well as the customer. She didn’t even need to reach down; just pumping his solid cock between her oiled-up and larger tits was doing the job somehow. The twitching deep within her booby-trap told her that the customer was reaching the end, and at that same moment her own climax struck. She cried ecstatically for both of them (Mr. Tinsley remained mute throughout), her pussy clenching on itself wetly while molten hot spurts of customer-jizz quickly filled all the space between her massive breasts and started running down to puddle on the floor between her kneeling thighs. Orgasming from a breast-expansion titfuck was a new one for her.
After licking Mr. Tinsley’s piña colada flavored coating off of his shaft and then wiping herself off, the customer patted her on the head, rubbed one of her ears fondly, then left with a silent smile. She sighed contentedly and stretched out on the bed, holding onto her purse so she’d have it when she ‘woke up’ back in her apartment after the night shift. Why bother bringing her top? It was too small now. With a smirk, Lexi patted the sides of her breasts as they spread out from her chest and over her upper arms and shoulders. They responded by jiggling convivially. She had ratcheted up at least 10% with this one, she estimated. Precise sizes were a thing of the past; now she was only “big” and “bigger than before.” She closed her eyes, and opened them to see the ceiling of her apartment bedroom.
And yet, her breasts started warming up again. She stared down at them, puzzled, until she remembered: she’d licked Mr. Tinsley’s cock clean! That meant another round of growth! Lexi folded her arms around them so that her hands rested against the large, stiffening nipples and chuckled to herself as the familiar pressure began pushing her hands further out. “Fuck yes!” she giggled happily as her already monumental bust burgeoned out with a fresh charge of erogenous feedback. Lexi rubbed her thighs together eagerly, manipulating her heavy gelatin-like jigglers and reaping the sensual rewards once more. Despite not swallowing nearly as much as the first time, her chest gladly undertook the same amount of growth, doubling her gain in terms of mass, and Lexi brought herself to orgasm from her own breast play atop the wave of erotically charged sensations a second time. “What a rush…” she gasped, sprawled on her bed, two impossibly large tits shifting with her heavy breathing in recovery.
She was in the shower when she discovered that the enhanced sensitivity was apparently permanent, turning her customary soapy cleaning routine into a second masturbatory experience driven primarily by groping herself to climax. “Just… like… those… hentai girls… “ she panted from her kneeling position beneath the pounding stream of hot water. Lexi didn’t think it was possible to love her big, sexy boobs any more than she did this morning.
“You’re a ball payer, like your father, yes?” the blue-haired head librarian asked Darius, eyeing him over the plastic rims of her thick spectacles. “Any other sports? Archery, targret shooting?” she inquired.
“I was in the fencing club for two semesters,” he said, but he didn’t mention that he only ever got up to ‘middling’ performance compared to his peers.
“And I know how to shoot,” Selene volunteered. “A couple of old boyfriends used to take me to shooting ranges.”
“Excellent, both of you then,” she said. Turning to the line of vaults buried into the solid volcanic rock of the underground chamber, she indicated two locked drawers in particular. The assistant librarian dutifully looked up their numbers in a thick, yellowed book and memorized the combinations to unlock them. One of them contained a thin sword of aggressively shiny yet dark silvery lustre, with two crossbars and a filigreed basket hilt connecting to a sharply pointed pommel, all of the same metal. The head librarian gave him tips on how to use the entire sword as a weapon if necessary; it was smaller and shorter than most blades of this design because of the weight of the metal itself. “Solid is better than plated,” she explained while sheathing the sword and handing it over to the younger Kingston.
The other drawer contained a snub-nosed revolver with a scrimshaw grip, strange figures and geometric designs carved into it. Packed separately with the gun were six snub-nosed bullets with dull black tips capping the same metal as the sword. “Hollow-point, with a thin iridium skin. Has to be thin to allow the lead to bloom.” the assistant explained. “The cavity is capped with wax. They’re filled with corkscrew-shaped iridium slivers packed in iridium powder. Designed to penetrate, expand, disperse, and remain in the target; wouldn’t do as much damage if they went straight through. Only six of these can exist at a time, unfortunately, so please return it and all unexpended rounds so we can prepared more. Did they teach you what to aim for?” he asked.
“Center mass,” Selene replied. “I thought hollow-point was illegal?” she asked while hefting the empty revolver experimentally.
“Common misconception,” the head librarian responded. “Still, I don’t recommend getting caught in the act and having to explain that to the authorities,” she snarked.
“You know, when Dad said we were going to a library I kind of expected us to be looking for some musty old spell book,” Darius said sheepishly as he regarded the blade in its scabbard.
She sighed. “Mr. Kingston, I mean no offense but you’re not remotely prepared for the books we keep here. That was your father’s choice, and he has his reasons. Besides which, you’re being sent into the warren itself. Blades and bullets are faster than even practiced tongues. So in this case, a sharp stick is better than dangerously insufficient knowledge.”
“I guess,” he said, fighting the unreality of this whole situation. “Anything else we should know?”
“Wear the stones at all times and you won’t be deceived by the facade. The underlying weft will be visible through all the layers of warp,” she said. Darius brought up his wrists and looked at the green, polished and inscribed stones set into the cuff links Jay provided him with. Then he looked over at the similar pendant Selene wore on a leather cord as a necklace. “And beyond that, you have the Firmament with you.”
Selene and Darius looked at each other, both struggling to accept the reality of this situation. Being given weaponry and told to expect using it in real life against real things felt suddenly like they were doing something wrong; taking a game too seriously, like children who wanted to sword fight and found their parents’ steak knives in the sink. That understanding passed between them in a glance, and at least the shared knowledge helped them begin to cope. It wasn’t crazy if the other one was thinking it, too.
“Don’t you two have somewhere to be?” the head librarian asked.
“I was in the fencing club for two semesters,” he said, but he didn’t mention that he only ever got up to ‘middling’ performance compared to his peers.
“And I know how to shoot,” Selene volunteered. “A couple of old boyfriends used to take me to shooting ranges.”
“Excellent, both of you then,” she said. Turning to the line of vaults buried into the solid volcanic rock of the underground chamber, she indicated two locked drawers in particular. The assistant librarian dutifully looked up their numbers in a thick, yellowed book and memorized the combinations to unlock them. One of them contained a thin sword of aggressively shiny yet dark silvery lustre, with two crossbars and a filigreed basket hilt connecting to a sharply pointed pommel, all of the same metal. The head librarian gave him tips on how to use the entire sword as a weapon if necessary; it was smaller and shorter than most blades of this design because of the weight of the metal itself. “Solid is better than plated,” she explained while sheathing the sword and handing it over to the younger Kingston.
The other drawer contained a snub-nosed revolver with a scrimshaw grip, strange figures and geometric designs carved into it. Packed separately with the gun were six snub-nosed bullets with dull black tips capping the same metal as the sword. “Hollow-point, with a thin iridium skin. Has to be thin to allow the lead to bloom.” the assistant explained. “The cavity is capped with wax. They’re filled with corkscrew-shaped iridium slivers packed in iridium powder. Designed to penetrate, expand, disperse, and remain in the target; wouldn’t do as much damage if they went straight through. Only six of these can exist at a time, unfortunately, so please return it and all unexpended rounds so we can prepared more. Did they teach you what to aim for?” he asked.
“Center mass,” Selene replied. “I thought hollow-point was illegal?” she asked while hefting the empty revolver experimentally.
“Common misconception,” the head librarian responded. “Still, I don’t recommend getting caught in the act and having to explain that to the authorities,” she snarked.
“You know, when Dad said we were going to a library I kind of expected us to be looking for some musty old spell book,” Darius said sheepishly as he regarded the blade in its scabbard.
She sighed. “Mr. Kingston, I mean no offense but you’re not remotely prepared for the books we keep here. That was your father’s choice, and he has his reasons. Besides which, you’re being sent into the warren itself. Blades and bullets are faster than even practiced tongues. So in this case, a sharp stick is better than dangerously insufficient knowledge.”
“I guess,” he said, fighting the unreality of this whole situation. “Anything else we should know?”
“Wear the stones at all times and you won’t be deceived by the facade. The underlying weft will be visible through all the layers of warp,” she said. Darius brought up his wrists and looked at the green, polished and inscribed stones set into the cuff links Jay provided him with. Then he looked over at the similar pendant Selene wore on a leather cord as a necklace. “And beyond that, you have the Firmament with you.”
Selene and Darius looked at each other, both struggling to accept the reality of this situation. Being given weaponry and told to expect using it in real life against real things felt suddenly like they were doing something wrong; taking a game too seriously, like children who wanted to sword fight and found their parents’ steak knives in the sink. That understanding passed between them in a glance, and at least the shared knowledge helped them begin to cope. It wasn’t crazy if the other one was thinking it, too.
“Don’t you two have somewhere to be?” the head librarian asked.
“No speshul customers tanight, lassie,” Creepy Boss announced as the new and improved Lexi wobbled into work. “I’ll be too busy ta guide ya through tha passage.”
“Aw! Last night was, like, totally fun!” Lexi pouted, feeling a little extra ditzy after clocking in. “Mr. Customer was, like, so nice and I got super big and now it feels extra EXTRA yummy when I touch my no-no bumps!” she prattled on with a few demonstrative shakes.
“Save it fer tha customers, lass,” Creepy Boss said dismissively before disappearing into the maze of passages behind the store.
Lexi shrugged and went about the task of opening up the store. Some of her regulars were already lining up to be let in for their usual gawking session. Lexi happily performed her work of being delicious eye candy for the loiterers, the smell of their lust charging her up until it was time for lunch break. After closing the store, Lexi took her purse and went directly to the stock room. Without a special customer tonight, and without her two best fuck-buddies around, she’d have to burn off her charged up libido herself. Peeling off her (if she as honest, too) tight top, then the lift tape that restrained her half-apple sized nipples from showing through in public, she removed several silicone dongs from her purse. Each was fully charged before she left and started buzzing with the flip of a switch. They hummed pleasantly as she tucked one underneath each tit (taking a cue from ‘the pencil test’ with her own naughty twist) and slipping the largest one, the size of a policeman’s aluminum four-cell flashlight, down into her cleavage where it dutifully oscillated sheer joy waves into her receptive flesh. Taking a drag on a straw from her home-made piña colada smoothie, Lexi let the wonderful electric cocks tease her newly sensitized breasts for a while before taking her fourth vibe out and having it join them from below, in traditional fashion. With all the assistance, she was able to work her excess charge from the morning leers into three wonderfully relieving climaxes before reluctantly calling it quits to focus on drinking her smoothie for sustenance before break ended. With less than a minute to go, she hiked up her shirt, applied fresh tape to her obscenely huge nipples, and squeezed back into her top. Her legs were a little unsteady as she walked back out into the shop to open for the afternoon hours.
“Aw! Last night was, like, totally fun!” Lexi pouted, feeling a little extra ditzy after clocking in. “Mr. Customer was, like, so nice and I got super big and now it feels extra EXTRA yummy when I touch my no-no bumps!” she prattled on with a few demonstrative shakes.
“Save it fer tha customers, lass,” Creepy Boss said dismissively before disappearing into the maze of passages behind the store.
Lexi shrugged and went about the task of opening up the store. Some of her regulars were already lining up to be let in for their usual gawking session. Lexi happily performed her work of being delicious eye candy for the loiterers, the smell of their lust charging her up until it was time for lunch break. After closing the store, Lexi took her purse and went directly to the stock room. Without a special customer tonight, and without her two best fuck-buddies around, she’d have to burn off her charged up libido herself. Peeling off her (if she as honest, too) tight top, then the lift tape that restrained her half-apple sized nipples from showing through in public, she removed several silicone dongs from her purse. Each was fully charged before she left and started buzzing with the flip of a switch. They hummed pleasantly as she tucked one underneath each tit (taking a cue from ‘the pencil test’ with her own naughty twist) and slipping the largest one, the size of a policeman’s aluminum four-cell flashlight, down into her cleavage where it dutifully oscillated sheer joy waves into her receptive flesh. Taking a drag on a straw from her home-made piña colada smoothie, Lexi let the wonderful electric cocks tease her newly sensitized breasts for a while before taking her fourth vibe out and having it join them from below, in traditional fashion. With all the assistance, she was able to work her excess charge from the morning leers into three wonderfully relieving climaxes before reluctantly calling it quits to focus on drinking her smoothie for sustenance before break ended. With less than a minute to go, she hiked up her shirt, applied fresh tape to her obscenely huge nipples, and squeezed back into her top. Her legs were a little unsteady as she walked back out into the shop to open for the afternoon hours.
“Tag out,” Selene yawned as she pulled over on the dark, nearly empty freeway. Darius needed to be woken in the passenger seat for his turn at the wheel, switching places with Selene in the fully reclined passenger seat and a cozy blanket wrapped around her to grab whatever rest she could. It would be her turn to take the wheel again all too soon. Her heavy eyelids closed on the sight of Darius chugging hot coffee like it was going out of style, and then the SUV started moving again.
The thing that went by ‘Simonson’ was pleased. Growth in the pod had completed, incorporating the adjustments he’d specified to the scaffolding. The psychoplasm was receptive. It was now a matter of sympathetically imprinting it with the lightly customized pattern and quenching the pathways to set them, then annealing them lightly for a moderate amount of plasticity. Enough to function undetected amongst the fodder, but not so much as to be extraordinary. He fed the custom pattern into the sympathetic curve. Immediately, there were abnormal fluctuations. Out of spec. A quick glance told him that there was parasitic losses caused by inductive backfeed; not to the pattern bank, but to the original. That wouldn’t do. Another delay, another anomaly to smooth over in the meantime. But he was confident. Progress had been rapid, beyond his expectations. No hurdles were insurmountable now. Tomorrow noon at the latest. Unlike fodder, he didn’t require sleep.
Alex didn’t know WHY he woke up at three in the morning, but he did, and did not feel like getting back to sleep. He felt… incongruous. Out of sync. Just moving in bed felt wrong. But how could that be? He’d lived with this body and its increasingly exaggerated geometry, its equine quirks, for weeks. He’d gotten used to it. So why did it not seem to match up, like he was a collection of ‘phantom limbs’ superimposed on the wrong flesh? In fact, he realized that he’d stopped referring to himself as “Lexi” or “herself” suddenly. An acute onset gender dysphoria… but that wasn’t right either. He was a guy originally; he remembered clearly now as he had for the past couple of weeks, ever since the Security Room revelation. But he gave the name up shortly after sucking off his best bro and turning into his girlfriend’s eager little slut. Ever since then, “Lexi” sounded more appropriate than “Alex.” Until now, for some reason, when it seemed like the name “Lexi” was far away and “Alex” was what answered for his identity.
Turning over the same thoughts in the dark wasn’t going to do him any good, and sleep was off the table, so he might as well make some coffee and find a distraction. He was laying sideways in the bed. Pillows were nestled between his knees because his hips were so wide, while his body above the waist lay sideways on a large cushion. His breasts hung off to the front, stacked on top of each other like two water balloons. The whole setup was ridiculous, but this is what it took lately to go to sleep and wake up without body aches. Awkwardly working his body like a badly-fitting mascot suit, he turned on the nightstand lamp, brushed the covers off, swept aside a couple of dildos from under the sheets, and sat up, feeling the pull of two heavy fleshbags that hung like the world’s most obscene pendulums forever at the bottom of his peripheral vision.
As he stood up, he realized they exerted not just a physical gravitational pull, but a mental and emotional one as well. Big tits good. Big fun titties. Touch grab shake suck lick kiss squeeze boobies. Happy boobs. Boobs happy. Pretty boobies, soft, warm, touch touch touch, must be seen, must be felt. Big tits good… A constant loop in the background. It was like being the subject of his own one-track mind back when he was a pubescent teenager, with nearly toxic elevated levels of testosterone monopolizing his thinking.
Letting his ‘happy boobs’ hang out in the open was suddenly unappealing to him, so he pulled on the biggest T-shirt he owned and slipped into some shorts instead of the tight-fitting lacy thong panties he’d taken to (when he wore underwear at home at all). A stranger lumbered past in the mirror. He turned to examine her. Pretty face, pretty mane, pretty tail, pale skin and ear-fuzz, but what dominated her figure were the enormous knockers that made even his largest T-shirt a midriff.
Turning over the same thoughts in the dark wasn’t going to do him any good, and sleep was off the table, so he might as well make some coffee and find a distraction. He was laying sideways in the bed. Pillows were nestled between his knees because his hips were so wide, while his body above the waist lay sideways on a large cushion. His breasts hung off to the front, stacked on top of each other like two water balloons. The whole setup was ridiculous, but this is what it took lately to go to sleep and wake up without body aches. Awkwardly working his body like a badly-fitting mascot suit, he turned on the nightstand lamp, brushed the covers off, swept aside a couple of dildos from under the sheets, and sat up, feeling the pull of two heavy fleshbags that hung like the world’s most obscene pendulums forever at the bottom of his peripheral vision.
As he stood up, he realized they exerted not just a physical gravitational pull, but a mental and emotional one as well. Big tits good. Big fun titties. Touch grab shake suck lick kiss squeeze boobies. Happy boobs. Boobs happy. Pretty boobies, soft, warm, touch touch touch, must be seen, must be felt. Big tits good… A constant loop in the background. It was like being the subject of his own one-track mind back when he was a pubescent teenager, with nearly toxic elevated levels of testosterone monopolizing his thinking.
Letting his ‘happy boobs’ hang out in the open was suddenly unappealing to him, so he pulled on the biggest T-shirt he owned and slipped into some shorts instead of the tight-fitting lacy thong panties he’d taken to (when he wore underwear at home at all). A stranger lumbered past in the mirror. He turned to examine her. Pretty face, pretty mane, pretty tail, pale skin and ear-fuzz, but what dominated her figure were the enormous knockers that made even his largest T-shirt a midriff.
Alex frowned, looking down. Two massive globes of heavy, swollen breast tissue blocked any hope of ever seeing her… his lower body from a standing position ever again. They were controlling his life, defining his personality, consuming his thoughts. What the hell had he become?
He felt like two sacks of hot garbage in the the car, leaning the seat back so the harness wouldn’t cut into his oversized (and annoyingly sensitive) tits, being driven to work by his mom, who apparently didn’t notice or didn’t care about the changes his body underwent anymore.
He hated the way everyone looked at him as he piloted the heavy, awkward body to the locked store and bent down to open the steel barricade before unlocking the door and wiggling in. He looked around at the piles of misshapen, indecipherable playthings on the shelves and display stands and bitterly thought about how he’d become one of them, all cartoonish and plush and made to be displayed, handled.
He was acutely aware of the amount of space his tits took up when he lifted the shutters on the windows, momentarily framing himself to passers-by. Already he could see the usual crowd gathering for their free morning peep show of ‘busty unicorn clerk acts like a ditz, flirts for jerks, and soaks up the sex-stink of your perving.’ He clocked in and didn’t feel like putting on the bimbo act today. It was a struggle not to death-stare all the lechers, variously aged 15 to 38 and whose names he now stored at the forefront of his brain for instant retrieval, who loitered around in lazy circles where they could always have his pornographic body in their field of view when they wanted it.
She suddenly felt better around eleven o’clock. Why had she been so down on the boys? They just wanted some eye candy to brighten their day! She shouldn’t be so hypocritical. After all, her body was made to be beautiful and fun for everyone! And come to think of it, “Alex” was too much like a boy’s name for her. “Lexi” definitely fit her! It was fun, but also sounded like “sexy” which she definitely was! Now she felt bad for being in such a glum mood all morning and not being fun for her crew. Maybe if she posed a little extra nice for the rest of the day, she could help make it up to them? Putting her hands on the counter, she leaned forward with her chest out as far as she could go and her big tush sticking up, giving her tail a little playful wag. She was rewarded by some of the boys ribbing each other and pointing to her with wicked grins on their faces. Hehe, easy peasy!
“Havin’ fun, lassie?” the unplaceable dialect of Creepy Boss asked from just outside her field of view. She turned to him and gave a friendly giggle like a good professional sales bimbo, so he’d know she was a reliable and subordinate employee doing a good job of sticking to his store conduct policies.
“Yes sir!” she chirped. “I was feeling kinda yucky when I woke up this morning, but suddenly now I’m all better!”
“Ya don’t say? Int’restin’…” he said, bringing up a lumpy hand up to smooth his wiry, lichen-like white beard contemplatively; beady eyes never blinking as he regarded his subordinate. “Well in tha’ case, after yer shift ya’d best go direc’ home, girlie. I need ya ta be plenty rested when ya report fer werk.”
“Yes sir!” Lexi said obediently, doing a little bounce for emphasis. Satisfied, Creepy Boss retreated to the shadowy realm of the back hallways as usual, and Lexi resumed the important work of looking great for the customers.
He hated the way everyone looked at him as he piloted the heavy, awkward body to the locked store and bent down to open the steel barricade before unlocking the door and wiggling in. He looked around at the piles of misshapen, indecipherable playthings on the shelves and display stands and bitterly thought about how he’d become one of them, all cartoonish and plush and made to be displayed, handled.
He was acutely aware of the amount of space his tits took up when he lifted the shutters on the windows, momentarily framing himself to passers-by. Already he could see the usual crowd gathering for their free morning peep show of ‘busty unicorn clerk acts like a ditz, flirts for jerks, and soaks up the sex-stink of your perving.’ He clocked in and didn’t feel like putting on the bimbo act today. It was a struggle not to death-stare all the lechers, variously aged 15 to 38 and whose names he now stored at the forefront of his brain for instant retrieval, who loitered around in lazy circles where they could always have his pornographic body in their field of view when they wanted it.
She suddenly felt better around eleven o’clock. Why had she been so down on the boys? They just wanted some eye candy to brighten their day! She shouldn’t be so hypocritical. After all, her body was made to be beautiful and fun for everyone! And come to think of it, “Alex” was too much like a boy’s name for her. “Lexi” definitely fit her! It was fun, but also sounded like “sexy” which she definitely was! Now she felt bad for being in such a glum mood all morning and not being fun for her crew. Maybe if she posed a little extra nice for the rest of the day, she could help make it up to them? Putting her hands on the counter, she leaned forward with her chest out as far as she could go and her big tush sticking up, giving her tail a little playful wag. She was rewarded by some of the boys ribbing each other and pointing to her with wicked grins on their faces. Hehe, easy peasy!
“Havin’ fun, lassie?” the unplaceable dialect of Creepy Boss asked from just outside her field of view. She turned to him and gave a friendly giggle like a good professional sales bimbo, so he’d know she was a reliable and subordinate employee doing a good job of sticking to his store conduct policies.
“Yes sir!” she chirped. “I was feeling kinda yucky when I woke up this morning, but suddenly now I’m all better!”
“Ya don’t say? Int’restin’…” he said, bringing up a lumpy hand up to smooth his wiry, lichen-like white beard contemplatively; beady eyes never blinking as he regarded his subordinate. “Well in tha’ case, after yer shift ya’d best go direc’ home, girlie. I need ya ta be plenty rested when ya report fer werk.”
“Yes sir!” Lexi said obediently, doing a little bounce for emphasis. Satisfied, Creepy Boss retreated to the shadowy realm of the back hallways as usual, and Lexi resumed the important work of looking great for the customers.
“You’re looking a lot happier this evening,” her mom observed after Lexi sank into the partially reclined seat and buckled up.
“Yeah, I was feeling pretty lousy this morning for some reason,” Lexi said. “But I got over it pretty quick.”
“Well I’m glad, sweetheart,” her mom said with genuine satisfaction as she navigated out of the vast parking lot and onto the streets. “You seemed to be really taking to your job recently, after the rough first couple of weeks.”
“Yeah, turns out it’s really fun once you just go with the flow,” Lexi explained. “Guess in the end, I kinda like being in retail. Maybe I’m a little more extroverted than I thought, y’know?” True to her long-standing instruction, Lexi didn’t mention her occasional ‘night shift’ work.
“Yeah, I was feeling pretty lousy this morning for some reason,” Lexi said. “But I got over it pretty quick.”
“Well I’m glad, sweetheart,” her mom said with genuine satisfaction as she navigated out of the vast parking lot and onto the streets. “You seemed to be really taking to your job recently, after the rough first couple of weeks.”
“Yeah, turns out it’s really fun once you just go with the flow,” Lexi explained. “Guess in the end, I kinda like being in retail. Maybe I’m a little more extroverted than I thought, y’know?” True to her long-standing instruction, Lexi didn’t mention her occasional ‘night shift’ work.
Oof, the downside to her singularly sexy body was definitely walking up all these stairs to get home. Lexi’s thighs were burning from the heavy lifting. Stretching her legs out a bit, she took the key from her purse and unlocked the door, walking into her apartment. Someone was playing video games in the living room. “Oh hey, I guess it really does deliver itself,” said a familiar voice from the sofa. “Come on in, let me get a look at you,” he said while pausing the game.
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Background Pony #EFA4
Part 21
Spoilered: Questionable, vulgar, mind stuff, growth, corruption, non-human hanky panky, dark.
Lexi used the bedsheets to wipe herself clean. It wasn’t just emissions from her most recent special customer, but a constant trickle of fluid from her own manhandled breasts that needed to be soaked up.
“I didn’t realize females in your facet had the potential to be so productive,” the polite but growly voice said.
“Moooooo~oooo, moo moooooooo?” Lexi asked, the words she intended to use automatically filtered by the chocker with the golden cowbell charm.
“Of course, young lady. When I get the survey it’ll be five stars and a nice complement! Though, no offense intended, I don’t believe I’ll be a repeat customer. Although you were very skilled and enthusiastic, I prefer females into whom I can fully plunge and, well, I’m afraid penetration just wasn’t possible with your compact anatomy. Anyway, great work. My compliments to your overseer. And thank you for indulging me so much, Miss Lexi.” The red-skinned, heavily muscled, centaur-minotaur-like creature sauntered to the door with heavy hoof-falls, ducking to let his highly curved horns pass under the header. The door closed behind him, leaving Lexi to clean herself off in solitude.
She wore a cow-patterned bikini bottom that was quite soaked with her own fluids, and her P-cup bra had been turned into a cow-print bikini top that hung from a chair in the dimly-lit room. Because of certain anatomical limitations, she’d had to use the rest of her body to satisfy this customer. In the refractory periods between titfucks, hot-dogging, and other external stimulation techniques, he’d kneaded her large breasts until, to her surprise, a constant film of runny, cream-colored milk had started flowing from her palm-sized aerolas and turgid nipples. She wondered if this was in response to what the customer preferred, as if her body was complying with unspoken requests. She didn’t mind at the time; it was honestly harder to concentrate than usual around him. His massive body exuded a smell other than the usual ‘lust’ scent she was used to; this one carried exaclty one message. Man. Male. Stud. It was so powerful it nearly burned her nostrils to be around him, and it put her in a docile and compliant mood beyond her usual workplace haze. Unfortunately, since his member was far too large for her to take, it also frustrated her that she wasn’t able to get off herself during the entire session. That was on top of the usual sexual marinade she’d endured during work, which was only partially alleviated with Selene before her ‘night shift’ began. Had it really only been a few hours ago that she was modeling a new top and talking about ditching bras for good? Time seemed to get weird when you didn’t actually sleep.
With a clink, the cowbell choker hit the floor of her mirror-mall bordello. “Testing, testing, one two three,” she said aloud, happy that her regular voice was once again reaching her ears. She took this to mean that her shift was ending. Picking up her purse and the transformed bikini top, she clutched them tight and collapsed onto the much-abused bed. She closed her eyes, and then opened them to find herself back in the apartment she was renting, in her familiar world, still topless and clutching her purse and bikini. She sat up with some effort, stretching her whole body from ears to tail. Her chest was still irritated, though. Looking down, she saw that she was still expressing, and that her nipples seemed a lot more swollen than before. A few sprinkles of warm milk landed on the floor as she rose up and tip-toed to her bathroom to run a shower. As the cold water gradually flushed out and steam began to rise from the glass booth, Lexi gave herself an experimental lick. Very creamy and rich, but also quite sugary. It didn’t taste like the cows’ milk she was familiar with. Then again, it was unpasteurized and unhomogenized. Maybe that accounted for it. Throwing her damp black-and-white thong onto the counter, she grabbed the Thigh Monster and stepped into the shower.
A long self-rutting sessions under the beating rainfall of hot water was exactly what she’d needed to unwind and feel like herself again. Halfway through, even her breasts seemed to finally run dry. I hope that’s not a permanent feature now, Lexi thought to herself. (Thinking to herself was easier to do, now that she was ‘off the clock’ and not in the mindset of a professional bimbo.) She and Selene had given up on trying to find bras in any size larger than the one she’d just lost to the customer’s pleasure; finding a nursing bra to fit her proportions would probably be like finding a needle on the ocean floor.
After getting clean in the shower, Lexi stepped out and toweled herself off, then blow-dried her waterlogged mane and tail. While doing so, her eyes were constantly drawn to her figure in the mirror. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Pure erotic fantasy made flesh. Every centimeter, every kilogram distilled from the essence of your lustful dreams. That’s what her look advertised. She was still wearing the Thigh Monster, which strapped to the tops of her thighs and pumped her with every shift of her hips. Dropping her towel, she leaned over the counter and watched herself in the mirror. Mirror Lexi moaned and gasped and cooed and sighed deliciously as she worked the sex toy, her massive chest swinging obscenely as she rocked her body back and forth. If Alex could see me now, she thought sardonically while driving herself to a third climax, he might even say it was worth it. As Alex, she’d always loved the impossibly big ones.
“I didn’t realize females in your facet had the potential to be so productive,” the polite but growly voice said.
“Moooooo~oooo, moo moooooooo?” Lexi asked, the words she intended to use automatically filtered by the chocker with the golden cowbell charm.
“Of course, young lady. When I get the survey it’ll be five stars and a nice complement! Though, no offense intended, I don’t believe I’ll be a repeat customer. Although you were very skilled and enthusiastic, I prefer females into whom I can fully plunge and, well, I’m afraid penetration just wasn’t possible with your compact anatomy. Anyway, great work. My compliments to your overseer. And thank you for indulging me so much, Miss Lexi.” The red-skinned, heavily muscled, centaur-minotaur-like creature sauntered to the door with heavy hoof-falls, ducking to let his highly curved horns pass under the header. The door closed behind him, leaving Lexi to clean herself off in solitude.
She wore a cow-patterned bikini bottom that was quite soaked with her own fluids, and her P-cup bra had been turned into a cow-print bikini top that hung from a chair in the dimly-lit room. Because of certain anatomical limitations, she’d had to use the rest of her body to satisfy this customer. In the refractory periods between titfucks, hot-dogging, and other external stimulation techniques, he’d kneaded her large breasts until, to her surprise, a constant film of runny, cream-colored milk had started flowing from her palm-sized aerolas and turgid nipples. She wondered if this was in response to what the customer preferred, as if her body was complying with unspoken requests. She didn’t mind at the time; it was honestly harder to concentrate than usual around him. His massive body exuded a smell other than the usual ‘lust’ scent she was used to; this one carried exaclty one message. Man. Male. Stud. It was so powerful it nearly burned her nostrils to be around him, and it put her in a docile and compliant mood beyond her usual workplace haze. Unfortunately, since his member was far too large for her to take, it also frustrated her that she wasn’t able to get off herself during the entire session. That was on top of the usual sexual marinade she’d endured during work, which was only partially alleviated with Selene before her ‘night shift’ began. Had it really only been a few hours ago that she was modeling a new top and talking about ditching bras for good? Time seemed to get weird when you didn’t actually sleep.
With a clink, the cowbell choker hit the floor of her mirror-mall bordello. “Testing, testing, one two three,” she said aloud, happy that her regular voice was once again reaching her ears. She took this to mean that her shift was ending. Picking up her purse and the transformed bikini top, she clutched them tight and collapsed onto the much-abused bed. She closed her eyes, and then opened them to find herself back in the apartment she was renting, in her familiar world, still topless and clutching her purse and bikini. She sat up with some effort, stretching her whole body from ears to tail. Her chest was still irritated, though. Looking down, she saw that she was still expressing, and that her nipples seemed a lot more swollen than before. A few sprinkles of warm milk landed on the floor as she rose up and tip-toed to her bathroom to run a shower. As the cold water gradually flushed out and steam began to rise from the glass booth, Lexi gave herself an experimental lick. Very creamy and rich, but also quite sugary. It didn’t taste like the cows’ milk she was familiar with. Then again, it was unpasteurized and unhomogenized. Maybe that accounted for it. Throwing her damp black-and-white thong onto the counter, she grabbed the Thigh Monster and stepped into the shower.
A long self-rutting sessions under the beating rainfall of hot water was exactly what she’d needed to unwind and feel like herself again. Halfway through, even her breasts seemed to finally run dry. I hope that’s not a permanent feature now, Lexi thought to herself. (Thinking to herself was easier to do, now that she was ‘off the clock’ and not in the mindset of a professional bimbo.) She and Selene had given up on trying to find bras in any size larger than the one she’d just lost to the customer’s pleasure; finding a nursing bra to fit her proportions would probably be like finding a needle on the ocean floor.
After getting clean in the shower, Lexi stepped out and toweled herself off, then blow-dried her waterlogged mane and tail. While doing so, her eyes were constantly drawn to her figure in the mirror. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Pure erotic fantasy made flesh. Every centimeter, every kilogram distilled from the essence of your lustful dreams. That’s what her look advertised. She was still wearing the Thigh Monster, which strapped to the tops of her thighs and pumped her with every shift of her hips. Dropping her towel, she leaned over the counter and watched herself in the mirror. Mirror Lexi moaned and gasped and cooed and sighed deliciously as she worked the sex toy, her massive chest swinging obscenely as she rocked her body back and forth. If Alex could see me now, she thought sardonically while driving herself to a third climax, he might even say it was worth it. As Alex, she’d always loved the impossibly big ones.
“Dad, you can’t expect me to believe all that,” Darius said confidently. “I mean, I’ve known Lexi since we were kids!”
“Listen to Jay, son,” Devon said. “I met him in boarding school around the same age you met Lexi. We’ve been through a lot together, stuff you can’t image, stuff I would never wish for you to experience. If he tells me this is what’s going on, then this is what’s going on.”
“Unfortunately, your father is right,” the man who’d been introduced to Darius that morning as ‘Jay, an old friend,’ affirmed. “And there is more to it than that. I’m sad to say your family’s own fortune is the fruit of a tree with rotten roots. This house, this wealth,” he said, indicating the richly-appointed room they sat in, “all of it springs from a legacy your father has worked hard to break from. Your father is a good man, one of the first in his family to be so in a long time. He wanted to cut the family’s ties to its past, even before your mother said she was pregnant. But especially now, and especially for you,” Jay leaned in, holding Darius’s gaze with his own coal-black eyes that seemed to burn with invisible light. “And it’s a sad truth that you must know now, if his efforts are to take hold.”
“What are you implying about our family?” Darius asked defensively, a keen edge to his voice.
“Son, we were involved in it.” Devon captured his son’s attention with this assertion, the conviction behind it hard as steel. “My great great grandmother, my great grandfather, my great uncle, even your grandfather. They were part of the network, the dark market. They profited richly from it and you were raised in the luxury it provided us. Just like I was, except I refused to pass along on certain… traditions when raising you. You needed to be free of it in a way that I never was allowed to be. You’re going to be the first generation that isn’t tainted by that legacy, but only if you accept what we’re telling you as the truth.”
“Are you telling me we were…. what, smugglers? Human traffickers? Sex slavers?” Darius angrily replied.
“All of that and more, and worse. Yes, even worse than slavers,” his father admitted with difficulty, but no less certainty. “Son, I had to let you grow up without knowing to give you a normal life, and normal perspective, so that you could reject it all for the horror that it is! I wasn’t as lucky. I was brought up thinking the world was different for us, that we were exempted. Special. Untouchable. It wasn’t until I met your mother that I started having doubts, and those doubts eventually eroded my conditioning. After a few years of painful self-reflection and hard discussions with your mother, I saw a way out and I took it. But not a day goes by that my youth doesn’t haunt me, son. I will never have the happiness and innocence that you were allowed to grow up with. And I will not die a restful soul. Maybe I’ll be given some comfort in knowing that you lived free of it all. I hope, son… I desperately hope. Please don’t let me go to my grave knowing I failed to protect even you.”
“Dad, stop talking like that,” Darius pleaded. He could see his father was sincere down to his atoms, but this was all impossible to believe. “C’mon, Pops. It’s just… it can’t be like you say it was!”
Devon glanced at Jay, who nodded grimly. He turned to the young man seated across from him and steeled himself for what he was about to do.
“Darius, what do you remember about… Alex?” Jay asked.
“C’mon, we just talked about this! He’s my best br-” Darius stopped, even his breath cutting off. He sat like a statue, barely even able to pump blood, as the sudden tearing away of a mental veil landed on him like a cargo ship. Tears welled up and flowed freely. At last, he closed his gaping mouth and looked away from the two men, feebly groping the outer perimeter of the implications of this jarring return to cold reality. It was a half hour before his sore, red eyes lifted up to his father and the stranger who’d walked in this morning and tore him from a pleasant fairy tale back into a world that seemed even darker and more malignant than before. “What do we need to do?” he whispered hoarsely.
“Listen to Jay, son,” Devon said. “I met him in boarding school around the same age you met Lexi. We’ve been through a lot together, stuff you can’t image, stuff I would never wish for you to experience. If he tells me this is what’s going on, then this is what’s going on.”
“Unfortunately, your father is right,” the man who’d been introduced to Darius that morning as ‘Jay, an old friend,’ affirmed. “And there is more to it than that. I’m sad to say your family’s own fortune is the fruit of a tree with rotten roots. This house, this wealth,” he said, indicating the richly-appointed room they sat in, “all of it springs from a legacy your father has worked hard to break from. Your father is a good man, one of the first in his family to be so in a long time. He wanted to cut the family’s ties to its past, even before your mother said she was pregnant. But especially now, and especially for you,” Jay leaned in, holding Darius’s gaze with his own coal-black eyes that seemed to burn with invisible light. “And it’s a sad truth that you must know now, if his efforts are to take hold.”
“What are you implying about our family?” Darius asked defensively, a keen edge to his voice.
“Son, we were involved in it.” Devon captured his son’s attention with this assertion, the conviction behind it hard as steel. “My great great grandmother, my great grandfather, my great uncle, even your grandfather. They were part of the network, the dark market. They profited richly from it and you were raised in the luxury it provided us. Just like I was, except I refused to pass along on certain… traditions when raising you. You needed to be free of it in a way that I never was allowed to be. You’re going to be the first generation that isn’t tainted by that legacy, but only if you accept what we’re telling you as the truth.”
“Are you telling me we were…. what, smugglers? Human traffickers? Sex slavers?” Darius angrily replied.
“All of that and more, and worse. Yes, even worse than slavers,” his father admitted with difficulty, but no less certainty. “Son, I had to let you grow up without knowing to give you a normal life, and normal perspective, so that you could reject it all for the horror that it is! I wasn’t as lucky. I was brought up thinking the world was different for us, that we were exempted. Special. Untouchable. It wasn’t until I met your mother that I started having doubts, and those doubts eventually eroded my conditioning. After a few years of painful self-reflection and hard discussions with your mother, I saw a way out and I took it. But not a day goes by that my youth doesn’t haunt me, son. I will never have the happiness and innocence that you were allowed to grow up with. And I will not die a restful soul. Maybe I’ll be given some comfort in knowing that you lived free of it all. I hope, son… I desperately hope. Please don’t let me go to my grave knowing I failed to protect even you.”
“Dad, stop talking like that,” Darius pleaded. He could see his father was sincere down to his atoms, but this was all impossible to believe. “C’mon, Pops. It’s just… it can’t be like you say it was!”
Devon glanced at Jay, who nodded grimly. He turned to the young man seated across from him and steeled himself for what he was about to do.
“Darius, what do you remember about… Alex?” Jay asked.
“C’mon, we just talked about this! He’s my best br-” Darius stopped, even his breath cutting off. He sat like a statue, barely even able to pump blood, as the sudden tearing away of a mental veil landed on him like a cargo ship. Tears welled up and flowed freely. At last, he closed his gaping mouth and looked away from the two men, feebly groping the outer perimeter of the implications of this jarring return to cold reality. It was a half hour before his sore, red eyes lifted up to his father and the stranger who’d walked in this morning and tore him from a pleasant fairy tale back into a world that seemed even darker and more malignant than before. “What do we need to do?” he whispered hoarsely.
“C’mon in, guys!” Lexi beamed as she welcomed Selene and Darius into her apartment. “Don’t mind the mess!” she said, not even bothering to excuse her topless state. “It’s been radio silence for a few days now, I was starting to get worried!” She pulled Selene into a very squishy hug. Her chest, butt, hips, and thighs were all racing each other to see who could claim the highest proportion of her body’s mass; they engulfed the smaller pixie goth girl like the world’s most lewd beanbag chair as Lexi squeezed tight to her bestie-with-bennies, seamstress, photographer, and confidante. She pulled Darius into a side-hug suitable for their no-longer-fucking-but-still-best-bros status.
“Hey, girlfriend,” Selene said warmly despite her mood. Somehow her captivating unicorn lover was infectiously lovey-dovey enough to brighten her otherwise glum mood, and she allowed it. “We got something to tell you once we can get oxygen again.”
“Please please PLEASE tell me that your dad changed his mind and he won’t mind you having another ‘kept woman’ around the mansion?” Lexi joked, giving Darius a brotherly punch on the shoulder as she released Selene from her clinging grasp. The smaller girl noted with some misgivings that Lexi’s bust was clearly uncontainable now for any bra they’d been able to buy.
“Actually Ahhhhhhh-” Darius stumbled for a moment. “Um, actually yeah. We’re making arrangements for you to move in, but it’s going to be a while yet,” he said, scratching his head and looking everywhere but her chest. “Also, Selene and I have to do a little traveling to get ready for the fall semester at MFU coming up, so, uh… we’re going to be out of town for a while.”
“Aw,” Lexi pouted. “Well, good news and bad I guess! Can’t wait to live the life of luxury with both of you!” she squealed, putting her arm around Selene’s hip and drawing her closer. The blushing goth bit her hunter-green lip as she was once again shoved into a huge, warm breast.
“Still growing?” she asked, giving her captor a gentle poke.
“Yep! Some of the boys at the shop are starting to throw around words like ‘young MILF energy’ behind my back. Guys, am I right?” she chuckled, giving Darius a knowing look. He found something else to look at, hot blood warmly tinting through his chocolate brown cheeks despite himself. “I’m even having to buy pants at the fat-lady store now,” she said, shifting her firm, round thighs enticingly. “In fact I was just trying on the latest buy. What do you think, guys?” she asked, releasing Selene and taking a few struts back before raising her arms over and behind her head to turn and model the dark shorts that barely stretched around her lower curves, which were enticingly excessive enough to compete against her massive chest pillows for attention.
“Do they, um, hurt?” Selene asked nervously. “Growing out so fast is usually pretty, y’know, brutal.”
“Not gonna lie, I’m pretty much sore everywhere,” Lexi admitted. “It’s like those growing pains we had as teenagers, where parts of your body are pushing out faster than the rest of you can keep up? Kind of a dull ache. And especially these girls here,” she said, giving her tits a demonstrative wobble. “But you know what I find works best?”
“What?” Selene asked, almost hypnotized by Lexi’s impossible curvature.
“Massage therapy,” the unicorn giggled, walking over and taking Selene’s limp hands to place on the circumference of her fleshy globes. Caught under her spell, Selene found herself automatically giving those ridiculous tits a light groping, pushing and squeezing with her tiny fingertips. She was rewarded with the feeling of rough patches under her palms pushing up slowly, stiffening nipples swelling up to the size of two small apples in her hot little hands. A finger lifted her chin up until she was staring into the inviting eyes of her horn-headed host. “What do you say, girl? Will you soothe your suffering companion with a healing touch? Last call for lovemaking before you go,” she cooed. Selene bit her lip and nodded, knowing that despite her worries and concerns she was as good as putty in the caressing hands of a sexual goddess. “Good girl,” Lexi praised her decision with a soft smooch on the forehead as her hands slid down to rest on the diminutive goth’s hips. They were at arm’s length to get past the heavy cushions that hung between them. She turned to Darius. “Room for one more therapist,” she offered.
“Um, nah bro,” Darius said with effort. She could clearly see Little Darius straining against his pants despite his owner’s reluctance. “You two have fun. Like you said, last chance before the trip.” He then excused himself to stand in front of the glass balcony door and gaze out into the neighborhood.
“Suit yourself,” Lexi said, turning back to Selene with a smile. “C’mon, girlfriend. I’m in desperate need of some sexual healing,” she giggled, walking backwards to her bedroom with Selene holding onto her breasts like a drowning woman holding onto a life preserver.
“Hey, girlfriend,” Selene said warmly despite her mood. Somehow her captivating unicorn lover was infectiously lovey-dovey enough to brighten her otherwise glum mood, and she allowed it. “We got something to tell you once we can get oxygen again.”
“Please please PLEASE tell me that your dad changed his mind and he won’t mind you having another ‘kept woman’ around the mansion?” Lexi joked, giving Darius a brotherly punch on the shoulder as she released Selene from her clinging grasp. The smaller girl noted with some misgivings that Lexi’s bust was clearly uncontainable now for any bra they’d been able to buy.
“Actually Ahhhhhhh-” Darius stumbled for a moment. “Um, actually yeah. We’re making arrangements for you to move in, but it’s going to be a while yet,” he said, scratching his head and looking everywhere but her chest. “Also, Selene and I have to do a little traveling to get ready for the fall semester at MFU coming up, so, uh… we’re going to be out of town for a while.”
“Aw,” Lexi pouted. “Well, good news and bad I guess! Can’t wait to live the life of luxury with both of you!” she squealed, putting her arm around Selene’s hip and drawing her closer. The blushing goth bit her hunter-green lip as she was once again shoved into a huge, warm breast.
“Still growing?” she asked, giving her captor a gentle poke.
“Yep! Some of the boys at the shop are starting to throw around words like ‘young MILF energy’ behind my back. Guys, am I right?” she chuckled, giving Darius a knowing look. He found something else to look at, hot blood warmly tinting through his chocolate brown cheeks despite himself. “I’m even having to buy pants at the fat-lady store now,” she said, shifting her firm, round thighs enticingly. “In fact I was just trying on the latest buy. What do you think, guys?” she asked, releasing Selene and taking a few struts back before raising her arms over and behind her head to turn and model the dark shorts that barely stretched around her lower curves, which were enticingly excessive enough to compete against her massive chest pillows for attention.
“Do they, um, hurt?” Selene asked nervously. “Growing out so fast is usually pretty, y’know, brutal.”
“Not gonna lie, I’m pretty much sore everywhere,” Lexi admitted. “It’s like those growing pains we had as teenagers, where parts of your body are pushing out faster than the rest of you can keep up? Kind of a dull ache. And especially these girls here,” she said, giving her tits a demonstrative wobble. “But you know what I find works best?”
“What?” Selene asked, almost hypnotized by Lexi’s impossible curvature.
“Massage therapy,” the unicorn giggled, walking over and taking Selene’s limp hands to place on the circumference of her fleshy globes. Caught under her spell, Selene found herself automatically giving those ridiculous tits a light groping, pushing and squeezing with her tiny fingertips. She was rewarded with the feeling of rough patches under her palms pushing up slowly, stiffening nipples swelling up to the size of two small apples in her hot little hands. A finger lifted her chin up until she was staring into the inviting eyes of her horn-headed host. “What do you say, girl? Will you soothe your suffering companion with a healing touch? Last call for lovemaking before you go,” she cooed. Selene bit her lip and nodded, knowing that despite her worries and concerns she was as good as putty in the caressing hands of a sexual goddess. “Good girl,” Lexi praised her decision with a soft smooch on the forehead as her hands slid down to rest on the diminutive goth’s hips. They were at arm’s length to get past the heavy cushions that hung between them. She turned to Darius. “Room for one more therapist,” she offered.
“Um, nah bro,” Darius said with effort. She could clearly see Little Darius straining against his pants despite his owner’s reluctance. “You two have fun. Like you said, last chance before the trip.” He then excused himself to stand in front of the glass balcony door and gaze out into the neighborhood.
“Suit yourself,” Lexi said, turning back to Selene with a smile. “C’mon, girlfriend. I’m in desperate need of some sexual healing,” she giggled, walking backwards to her bedroom with Selene holding onto her breasts like a drowning woman holding onto a life preserver.
Lexi strutted into the toy shop and prepared to endure another morning of lustful energy charging the air and seeping into her body like a grounding rod. She’d had a ‘dry spell’ of night shift demand lately and was starting to connect the dots. Simmering in the heat of lustful gazes all day was pumping her libido up, and she was expected to expend the excess on her special customers in the mirror-mall at night. But Creepy Boss said he was having to ‘lay low’ for a while to evade… something or someone who was watching him closely, so Lexi found herself increasingly ‘charged up’ with no outlet other than her toys in her down-time. She even started to suspect her body was taking in all the lustful miasma and turning it into more flesh, perpetuating a vicious cycle. Certainly she was fleshier today than the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that when Darius and Selene said their goodbyes for the time being. Long having given up on bras and seemingly not suffering for the lack of support, she had taken to very liberal use of “lift tape” mostly to keep her enormous beacons from high-beaming every customer who walked through the door. It was ridiculous how little it took to get her body going these days, but on the plus side it also meant her personal sessions could cram more climaxes into the same amount of time. Hell, even the thought of pleasuring her own body, succumbing to its increasing needs, and submitting to the growing chorus of signals to fuck fuck fuck fuck all day long was starting to work her up. Beneath her favorite shirt, the one Selene made for her last week, pressure was building up against the patches of tape as her apple-sized nipples were starting to reflect her mood.
“Just make it through the day,” Lexi told herself as some of the regular appreciators filed in for their daily leering. “Just make it through the day and you can fudge your woowoo all hecking night,” she whispered under her breath, sentiment communicated despite the involuntary censorship her voice enforced during daylight working hours.
HELLO, 4LING! a familiar thought-voice range through her head, as clear as if she was standing underneath a loudspeaker. I HOPE I’M NOT CALLING AT A BAD TIME.
“Like, nope-arooni,” Lexi replied in her best professional ditzy babe intonation, happy for the distraction. She recognized the thought-voice as belonging to her first non-human customer, the one who she’d needed the aid of a ‘TRAINEE’ badge and a mystical symbol to interact with and not go mad at first.
JUST SO YOU KNOW, YOU DON’T HAVE TO SAY IT OUT LOUD. I CAN RECEIVE JUST FINE IF YOU THINK IT. SO, UH, IT WAS LEXI… WASN’T IT?
Yes, that’s me. I didn’t catch your name last time, though? she thought back.
YEAH, UH, IT’S NOT REALLY SOMETHING THAT TRANSLATES INTO 4LING THINKMEAT. JUST CALL ME WHATEVER YOU LIKE. ANYWAY, UM, I DON’T REALLY KNOW HOW TO APPROACH THIS TOPIC. DO YOU REMEMBER THE TALK WE HAD ABOUT VIDEO EXPORTS FROM YOUR 4SPACETIME?
Oh yeah, the tentacle porn! Lexi answered back. Sure do, but you said you’re not into it, right Carl?
THAT’S RIGHT. BUT Y’KNOW, I WAS KINDA GETTING SOME…. MIXED SIGNALS? FROM YOU ABOUT WHETHER YOU WERE AT THE TIME. ANYWAY, I TOLD ONE OF MY BUDDIES ABOUT THIS NICE 4LING I MET. AND HE’S, WELL, HE -IS- INTO THAT STUFF. SO I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT, IF YOU THINK YOU MIGHT ENJOY A LITTLE ROLE-PLAY, I CAN SET YOU TWO UP FOR SOMETHING. JUST PUTTING THAT OUT THERE.
Oooo, that actually sounds really fun, Mike! Lexi replied, smiling as she stared into the distance behind the toy shop counter. Is your friend nice? When does he want to meet up? Do I have to wear the special shirt again?
OH YEAH, HE’S A GREAT GUY ACTUALLY. SUPER CONSIDERATE AND COURTEOUS DUDE. HONESTLY IT KIND OF SURPRISED ME WHEN HE TOLD ME ABOUT HIS, UH, KINK. ANYWAY, HE CAN MEET UP WITH YOU ANYWHERE-ANYWHEN. TIME AND SPACE DON’T REALLY IMPOSE LIMITS ON US. SO JUST PICK A COORDINATE-PAIR AND I’LL HAVE HIM DROP BY.
Thanks, Tim! Lexi thought back. Sounds fun! How about at my apartment, after dinner tonight? Are those good enough coordinates?
OH ABSOLUTELY, LEXI. WE CAN WORK WITH THOSE. GREAT, I’LL HAVE HIM SHOW UP AND YOU TWO CAN, Y’KNOW, DO WHATEVER. NOT MY THING, SO PLEASE LEAVE THE DETAILS BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU. THANKS FOR BEING COOL ABOUT THIS, YOU’RE REALLY DOING THE GUY A FAVOR. HE’S HAD-HAVING-WILLHAVE A ROUGH 7TIME AND REALLY NEEDS A ‘W’ RIGHT NOW-THEN.
Likewise, Lexi said with a mental chuckle. Take care, Billy! She imaged herself waving goodbye and felt the connection sever as if an old-fashioned phone was set back on its cradle. Lexi made a note in her calendar: tentacles after dinner. Suddenly this day wasn’t looking so stressful after all. She was sure Creepy Boss wouldn’t mind a little ‘freelance’ work when she wasn’t on the clock. After all, it really wasn’t any different than her hooking up with Selene or Darius, right?
“Just make it through the day,” Lexi told herself as some of the regular appreciators filed in for their daily leering. “Just make it through the day and you can fudge your woowoo all hecking night,” she whispered under her breath, sentiment communicated despite the involuntary censorship her voice enforced during daylight working hours.
HELLO, 4LING! a familiar thought-voice range through her head, as clear as if she was standing underneath a loudspeaker. I HOPE I’M NOT CALLING AT A BAD TIME.
“Like, nope-arooni,” Lexi replied in her best professional ditzy babe intonation, happy for the distraction. She recognized the thought-voice as belonging to her first non-human customer, the one who she’d needed the aid of a ‘TRAINEE’ badge and a mystical symbol to interact with and not go mad at first.
JUST SO YOU KNOW, YOU DON’T HAVE TO SAY IT OUT LOUD. I CAN RECEIVE JUST FINE IF YOU THINK IT. SO, UH, IT WAS LEXI… WASN’T IT?
Yes, that’s me. I didn’t catch your name last time, though? she thought back.
YEAH, UH, IT’S NOT REALLY SOMETHING THAT TRANSLATES INTO 4LING THINKMEAT. JUST CALL ME WHATEVER YOU LIKE. ANYWAY, UM, I DON’T REALLY KNOW HOW TO APPROACH THIS TOPIC. DO YOU REMEMBER THE TALK WE HAD ABOUT VIDEO EXPORTS FROM YOUR 4SPACETIME?
Oh yeah, the tentacle porn! Lexi answered back. Sure do, but you said you’re not into it, right Carl?
THAT’S RIGHT. BUT Y’KNOW, I WAS KINDA GETTING SOME…. MIXED SIGNALS? FROM YOU ABOUT WHETHER YOU WERE AT THE TIME. ANYWAY, I TOLD ONE OF MY BUDDIES ABOUT THIS NICE 4LING I MET. AND HE’S, WELL, HE -IS- INTO THAT STUFF. SO I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT, IF YOU THINK YOU MIGHT ENJOY A LITTLE ROLE-PLAY, I CAN SET YOU TWO UP FOR SOMETHING. JUST PUTTING THAT OUT THERE.
Oooo, that actually sounds really fun, Mike! Lexi replied, smiling as she stared into the distance behind the toy shop counter. Is your friend nice? When does he want to meet up? Do I have to wear the special shirt again?
OH YEAH, HE’S A GREAT GUY ACTUALLY. SUPER CONSIDERATE AND COURTEOUS DUDE. HONESTLY IT KIND OF SURPRISED ME WHEN HE TOLD ME ABOUT HIS, UH, KINK. ANYWAY, HE CAN MEET UP WITH YOU ANYWHERE-ANYWHEN. TIME AND SPACE DON’T REALLY IMPOSE LIMITS ON US. SO JUST PICK A COORDINATE-PAIR AND I’LL HAVE HIM DROP BY.
Thanks, Tim! Lexi thought back. Sounds fun! How about at my apartment, after dinner tonight? Are those good enough coordinates?
OH ABSOLUTELY, LEXI. WE CAN WORK WITH THOSE. GREAT, I’LL HAVE HIM SHOW UP AND YOU TWO CAN, Y’KNOW, DO WHATEVER. NOT MY THING, SO PLEASE LEAVE THE DETAILS BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU. THANKS FOR BEING COOL ABOUT THIS, YOU’RE REALLY DOING THE GUY A FAVOR. HE’S HAD-HAVING-WILLHAVE A ROUGH 7TIME AND REALLY NEEDS A ‘W’ RIGHT NOW-THEN.
Likewise, Lexi said with a mental chuckle. Take care, Billy! She imaged herself waving goodbye and felt the connection sever as if an old-fashioned phone was set back on its cradle. Lexi made a note in her calendar: tentacles after dinner. Suddenly this day wasn’t looking so stressful after all. She was sure Creepy Boss wouldn’t mind a little ‘freelance’ work when she wasn’t on the clock. After all, it really wasn’t any different than her hooking up with Selene or Darius, right?
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Background Pony #36DB
@Background Pony #36DB
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.
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!
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.
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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Background Pony #02B1
Part 9-2 (the second half)
Spoilered: suggestive/questionable content, corruption, mind stuff
Spoilered: suggestive/questionable content, corruption, mind stuff
When they reached the still-closed front of the store, Creepy Boss turned to Lexi. “Ta’day, ye’r out in’ front!” he bellowed through his obscuring white, wiry beard.
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.
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.
GET YOUR PICTURE TAKEN WITH A REAL UNICORN! Chat with Lexi, the Magical Unicorn today and get a FREE super-size egg of Slime Putty (one per person)! Enter the store and make a purchase ($10 minimum) for a chance to win a FREE personal photo shoot with Lexi this evening!
Public Photo Shoot Rules and Policy:
-Keep it age-appropriate
-Watch the hands
-No smooching
-Be friendly
-One photo per person or group
-No purchase required
-No shirt, no shoes, no service
-Must supply own camera
Well, it seemed safe enough with those rules.
Her first few takers were families, mostly with kids.
“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.
“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.
About an hour before closing time, and with almost all the eggs of slime putty given away, Creepy Boss came out and announced that the public shoot was over. Any last-minute raffle buyers were urged to go inside and make a purchase; a few did. Then he took down the fantasy background and the sign, and beckoned Lexi into the shop. He said he’d contacted the raffle winner, who would be by shortly for his private shooting session. He’d have ten minutes, or take up to ten pictures, whichever came first. She took the opportunity to grab a snack from her purse in the stock room. She checked her texts and saw some pictures in the group chat of Darius and Selene. Maybe she should continue the theme and give them a few picture of her-
Suddenly, the door to the stock room opened. Creep Boss ushered in a guy in his late twenties, pale, glasses, a ratty goatee, and a purple shirt with the Internet Pony logo across the chest. “Good news, lassie! This fella here is ready fer his private photo shoot. So mind the rules, be safe, an’ lock up when ye’r done.” He pointed to a sign on the near wall that Lexi hadn’t seen before.
Private Photo Shoot Rules and Policy:
-Customer must remain clothed at all times.
-No rough stuff, no messy stuff.
-10 minute time limit, 10 picture limit.
Lexi turned at the sound of the door closing, leaving her in the room with the Internet Pony fan who already had his phone out. This was not what she signed up for.
“Hi Lexi, I’m Paul. Thanks for agreeing to this shoot,” he said, sheepishly. “Um, I was thinking, for the first pose would you mind standing and leaning back against the wall, please?” It was a simple request, far tamer than what she’d expected. With a hidden sigh of relief, Lexi stood up and leaned her shoulders back against the stock room wall. At Paul’s direction, she bent one leg at the knee with her foot against the wall, spread her arms out, and turned her face to one side with her eyes closed. (SNAP) That was easy enough, she thought.
“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.
“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.
When Lexi got back to her apartment, she put on some pasta and changed out of her clothes, tip-toeing around the apartment in just her shirt and panties. Today had been really fun, she decided. Maybe some more pictures were called for. Bringing her phone over to the sofa, she sat down, wriggled out of her shirt, hugged her chest with her arm crooked over her nipples, and took a selfie. Like Paul, she left the bottom half of her face exposed, bearing a slightly mischievous grin. Biting her lip, she dropped it into the group chat with Selene and Darius, accompanied by the message ‘Taste of things to come, guys! XOXO’ She didn’t have long to wait for the approving reactions from her friends, followed by Darius finally announcing a time for their tryst; any time after 3 pm Thursday. Lexi giggled excitedly and gave a thumbs-up emoji, then laid back on the sofa until her pasta was ready to drain. She felt as loose as those noodles.
Addendum
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!
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!
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Day 2
subject’s genetic structure successfully reconfigured
(Spoiler: semi-grimdark, implied self-harm, suggestive.
The tissue damage is already reversing, which means the compatibility genes have been integrated and activated with the kick-starter metabolism regimen. My housekeeping nanobots are restoring what was lost due to oxygen deprivation and protein denaturing. Despite a week passing, with an autopsy and an embalming! The tissue has been successfully revived and is rebuilding as I write this. This is more progress than I’d hoped.
I’m sure Justin wouldn’t have minded. After all, he threw his own life away. Can’t consent more than that, at least under the current legal regime. The funeral was empty other than me; no next of kin, not even his roommate showed up to pay respect. No sense letting good scaffolding go to waste.
The tissue damage is already reversing, which means the compatibility genes have been integrated and activated with the kick-starter metabolism regimen. My housekeeping nanobots are restoring what was lost due to oxygen deprivation and protein denaturing. Despite a week passing, with an autopsy and an embalming! The tissue has been successfully revived and is rebuilding as I write this. This is more progress than I’d hoped.
I’m sure Justin wouldn’t have minded. After all, he threw his own life away. Can’t consent more than that, at least under the current legal regime. The funeral was empty other than me; no next of kin, not even his roommate showed up to pay respect. No sense letting good scaffolding go to waste.
Day 4
Subject’s donor tissue is almost fully repaired and is responding to stimulating impulses. Autonomic functions are firing, a little irregularly, but with increasing vigor. The bridge cells I designed are starting to attach, and some areas of the synthesized body are registering neural activity. It’s working! Justin’s central nervous system is healing after 8 days’ cessation and the ensuing embalming. I reversed it all. What’s more, my synthetic biology construct is interfacing with the new growth and showing no signs of rejection. Time to start the endocrine therapy at the lowest doses to ease the shock to the natural neurons.
Subject’s donor tissue is almost fully repaired and is responding to stimulating impulses. Autonomic functions are firing, a little irregularly, but with increasing vigor. The bridge cells I designed are starting to attach, and some areas of the synthesized body are registering neural activity. It’s working! Justin’s central nervous system is healing after 8 days’ cessation and the ensuing embalming. I reversed it all. What’s more, my synthetic biology construct is interfacing with the new growth and showing no signs of rejection. Time to start the endocrine therapy at the lowest doses to ease the shock to the natural neurons.
Day 6
I had to check my instruments, but it’s unmistakable. REM patterns. There’s something going on in there already, even though the corpus callosum is only at 85% regenerated connection density.
They say a fetus spends most of its time in a dream-like state. Perhaps reanimation recapitulations development? Or maybe she’s not a blank slate. Maybe there’s something left of Justin kicking around in there. I’ll increase the nutrient ratio a bit as the repair and integration are going into overtime, and we can’t have her starved for growing can we?
I had to check my instruments, but it’s unmistakable. REM patterns. There’s something going on in there already, even though the corpus callosum is only at 85% regenerated connection density.
They say a fetus spends most of its time in a dream-like state. Perhaps reanimation recapitulations development? Or maybe she’s not a blank slate. Maybe there’s something left of Justin kicking around in there. I’ll increase the nutrient ratio a bit as the repair and integration are going into overtime, and we can’t have her starved for growing can we?
Day 8
Brief power outage today, but the backups kicked in without so much as a flicker on the displays. Power was restored with time to spare. Annoying, but ultimately of no consequence.
I don’t know how to describe it other than “she’s kicking.” Her limbs are contracting in waves as the connections to the natural axons form completed pathways. I’ve still got autonomic functions running externally, but that might not be necessary for long.
More REM activity, but now also full cycles with alpha and theta waves. It looks within parameters for a healthy individual, aside from the lack of wakefulness. The hippocampus is going crazy at times, lighting up like a floodlight. That was an area of extensive reconstruction.
When it settles down a little, I’ll try some stimulation patterns. Knew those functional MRI data would come in handy, just wish I’d grabbed more than the prurient stuff. Oh well, priorities changed once Justin became a factor. Since my reconstruction technique is statistical rather than strictly faithful, I doubt there’s going to be anything of the old showing through. Still, it would be interesting…
Brief power outage today, but the backups kicked in without so much as a flicker on the displays. Power was restored with time to spare. Annoying, but ultimately of no consequence.
I don’t know how to describe it other than “she’s kicking.” Her limbs are contracting in waves as the connections to the natural axons form completed pathways. I’ve still got autonomic functions running externally, but that might not be necessary for long.
More REM activity, but now also full cycles with alpha and theta waves. It looks within parameters for a healthy individual, aside from the lack of wakefulness. The hippocampus is going crazy at times, lighting up like a floodlight. That was an area of extensive reconstruction.
When it settles down a little, I’ll try some stimulation patterns. Knew those functional MRI data would come in handy, just wish I’d grabbed more than the prurient stuff. Oh well, priorities changed once Justin became a factor. Since my reconstruction technique is statistical rather than strictly faithful, I doubt there’s going to be anything of the old showing through. Still, it would be interesting…
Day 10
Yesterday I did a full suite of fMRI playback stimulation. The motor basics got heavy use, pre-training her body to walk and sit and even some data from a concert pianist for manual dexterity. But I had precious little to work with. Still, she responded well. It wasn’t long before input and read-outs aligned. If she doesn’t come out strutting, at least it won’t take long for her to learn. Moving should feel natural and familiar to her.
Then it was on to behavioral conditioning. Most of my data came from studies of women and focused on arousal and orgasm. Initial runs showed the amygdala reaction was faint, typical of male patterns. But with subsequent iterations it increased strongly until it matched the upper end of female responses present in the real-world data. Seems neuroplasticity is enhanced when you’re bringing a brain back from the dead.
I took advantage of this success today by attempting to ‘imprint’ the salient fMRI for arousal peaks and orgasm against live, physical stimulation of various regions on the construct body. After a while I was able to reliably correlate stimulation and neurological behavior. Later stages were so consistent it was almost what you’d see in neuro-motor stereotype studies. Am I literally programming her with some reflexive reactions to erogenous contact? That’s the aim, at least.
Still, I should try and steal some fMRI data of more everyday activities like reading, math, etc. to play back. Hopefully that will prime those pathways for accelerated reinforcement. No sense growing your own gynoid if you have to give it 18 years of education right out of the vat.
Yesterday I did a full suite of fMRI playback stimulation. The motor basics got heavy use, pre-training her body to walk and sit and even some data from a concert pianist for manual dexterity. But I had precious little to work with. Still, she responded well. It wasn’t long before input and read-outs aligned. If she doesn’t come out strutting, at least it won’t take long for her to learn. Moving should feel natural and familiar to her.
Then it was on to behavioral conditioning. Most of my data came from studies of women and focused on arousal and orgasm. Initial runs showed the amygdala reaction was faint, typical of male patterns. But with subsequent iterations it increased strongly until it matched the upper end of female responses present in the real-world data. Seems neuroplasticity is enhanced when you’re bringing a brain back from the dead.
I took advantage of this success today by attempting to ‘imprint’ the salient fMRI for arousal peaks and orgasm against live, physical stimulation of various regions on the construct body. After a while I was able to reliably correlate stimulation and neurological behavior. Later stages were so consistent it was almost what you’d see in neuro-motor stereotype studies. Am I literally programming her with some reflexive reactions to erogenous contact? That’s the aim, at least.
Still, I should try and steal some fMRI data of more everyday activities like reading, math, etc. to play back. Hopefully that will prime those pathways for accelerated reinforcement. No sense growing your own gynoid if you have to give it 18 years of education right out of the vat.
Day 13
Spent the first half of day 11 retreading the sexy-brain ground, but it seems to already be firmly implanted. There was no ramp-up between playback runs and the maximum response. So, hey, mission accomplished there. I did swipe some fMRI recordings from studies about literacy, numeracy, etc. and incorporated them into the playback subroutine. Day 12 was dedicated to priming this bitch to read and do math with minimal review. The brain took to those stimuli much faster than the female sexual response ones. I wonder if that’s because Justin had already gone through college and left a blazed trail of in-place neurons in those regards.
Speaking of development, there is a definite convergence of her brain patterns towards typical sleep. She’s starting to experience brief moments of neurological wakefulness, though I doubt she’s coming fully awake before being subsumed by sleep and dreams again. Spend the last half of today prepping the lab and her living quarters. I’m upping the glucose gradually and enriching the oxygen ratio of her support fluid. Emergence is tomorrow, all things allowing.
Spent the first half of day 11 retreading the sexy-brain ground, but it seems to already be firmly implanted. There was no ramp-up between playback runs and the maximum response. So, hey, mission accomplished there. I did swipe some fMRI recordings from studies about literacy, numeracy, etc. and incorporated them into the playback subroutine. Day 12 was dedicated to priming this bitch to read and do math with minimal review. The brain took to those stimuli much faster than the female sexual response ones. I wonder if that’s because Justin had already gone through college and left a blazed trail of in-place neurons in those regards.
Speaking of development, there is a definite convergence of her brain patterns towards typical sleep. She’s starting to experience brief moments of neurological wakefulness, though I doubt she’s coming fully awake before being subsumed by sleep and dreams again. Spend the last half of today prepping the lab and her living quarters. I’m upping the glucose gradually and enriching the oxygen ratio of her support fluid. Emergence is tomorrow, all things allowing.
Day 14
She knew my name. First thing out of the vat, after coughing up all the oxy-fluid, she looks up and locks eyes on me. After a couple of false starts, she mumbled out my first name. I gave her a sedative, put her in a gown, and strapped her down to the bed with an IV drip until I could stop freaking out (pardon my technical jargon). She stayed down for twelve hours, but I didn’t dare attach any instruments to get readings.
Her voice sounded just like Fluttershy’s.
She knew my name. First thing out of the vat, after coughing up all the oxy-fluid, she looks up and locks eyes on me. After a couple of false starts, she mumbled out my first name. I gave her a sedative, put her in a gown, and strapped her down to the bed with an IV drip until I could stop freaking out (pardon my technical jargon). She stayed down for twelve hours, but I didn’t dare attach any instruments to get readings.
Her voice sounded just like Fluttershy’s.
Day 15
Today she woke up again and started testing the restraints. I left the observation booth and she locked eyes on me again as changed her drip and sat down across from her. I asked if she knew my name and she replied without hesitation. I asked if she knew hers. She couldn’t quite recall. When she noticed the two large lumps on her chest under the covers, she became distressed. Somehow she felt they shouldn’t be there. I tried to calm her down, told her there had been a bad car accident and she was lucky to pull through. She asked who saved her, and I told her it was me. She was quiet for a moment, then asked why she couldn’t remember much. I lied; comatose for a few months, grogginess was natural, it would all come back in time. She seemed to accept this, but asked about her bust again. I said there’s be time to sort everything out and it would all come together, but she would need to rest some more.
She didn’t. After I left she laid there under the straps that restrained her limbs, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. She tested the restraints again and started contorting her back. I realized she wasn’t trying to escape. She was trying to map the contours of her new body to some lingering impression that didn’t match it.
A palimpsest. Death scraped away the detailed story of Justin’s life, but impressions shaped like the letters were still there. Lots of basic functions like talking and comprehending speech, but also things specific to Justin. To Justin’s identity. Not all of it, but at least enough to give the impression of misalignment between her new body and the other one. Is this coming from the original neurons? Were the reconstructed substitutions a close match for the lost originals? How much of Justin is in there? Is any more going to emerge?
Today she woke up again and started testing the restraints. I left the observation booth and she locked eyes on me again as changed her drip and sat down across from her. I asked if she knew my name and she replied without hesitation. I asked if she knew hers. She couldn’t quite recall. When she noticed the two large lumps on her chest under the covers, she became distressed. Somehow she felt they shouldn’t be there. I tried to calm her down, told her there had been a bad car accident and she was lucky to pull through. She asked who saved her, and I told her it was me. She was quiet for a moment, then asked why she couldn’t remember much. I lied; comatose for a few months, grogginess was natural, it would all come back in time. She seemed to accept this, but asked about her bust again. I said there’s be time to sort everything out and it would all come together, but she would need to rest some more.
She didn’t. After I left she laid there under the straps that restrained her limbs, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. She tested the restraints again and started contorting her back. I realized she wasn’t trying to escape. She was trying to map the contours of her new body to some lingering impression that didn’t match it.
A palimpsest. Death scraped away the detailed story of Justin’s life, but impressions shaped like the letters were still there. Lots of basic functions like talking and comprehending speech, but also things specific to Justin. To Justin’s identity. Not all of it, but at least enough to give the impression of misalignment between her new body and the other one. Is this coming from the original neurons? Were the reconstructed substitutions a close match for the lost originals? How much of Justin is in there? Is any more going to emerge?
Day 16
A lot of talking. We ate. She cleaned out my fridge here in the lab, actually, then I ordered delivery.
She seemed distracted when we spoke, but she stayed present and engaged the whole time. She remembers a lot. Far more than I guessed possible. Even as we spent the day talking she seemed to uncover old memories, described experiences. I don’t think her recovery has stopped.
Then she told me why she was distracted. Ah yes, the conditioning was a success. We sort of experimented with that after the talking died down. She was nervous, but quite insistent and enthusiastic. She’d spent the previous night exploring herself so she was quite familiar with “the score.” I am happy to report that, physically, there is nothing amiss with the synthetic body housing the regenerated brain, and its stimulation causes no negative mental incongruities. Quite the opposite; her mood improved significantly by the end of it all. I can hear her rhythmic breathing as I log this entry; resting peacefully and untroubled. Need to turn in myself; completely exhausted.
A lot of talking. We ate. She cleaned out my fridge here in the lab, actually, then I ordered delivery.
She seemed distracted when we spoke, but she stayed present and engaged the whole time. She remembers a lot. Far more than I guessed possible. Even as we spent the day talking she seemed to uncover old memories, described experiences. I don’t think her recovery has stopped.
Then she told me why she was distracted. Ah yes, the conditioning was a success. We sort of experimented with that after the talking died down. She was nervous, but quite insistent and enthusiastic. She’d spent the previous night exploring herself so she was quite familiar with “the score.” I am happy to report that, physically, there is nothing amiss with the synthetic body housing the regenerated brain, and its stimulation causes no negative mental incongruities. Quite the opposite; her mood improved significantly by the end of it all. I can hear her rhythmic breathing as I log this entry; resting peacefully and untroubled. Need to turn in myself; completely exhausted.
Day 17
She remembers enough to know. She understands what happened. She understands what Justin did, and what I did after that.
She seems to be taking it in stride. I broached the subject of her old life, but there was no getting around it. She told me as much; as far as the world was concerned, Justin died almost a month ago. No sense trying to get all that back. Everyone would have to move on; it would be far less distressing to all involved.
But she doesn’t want a new name. Says that as much as things have changed, ‘Justin’ is the only thing that still fits. I think she means it. So we’re trying to figure out what happens from here.
She remembers enough to know. She understands what happened. She understands what Justin did, and what I did after that.
She seems to be taking it in stride. I broached the subject of her old life, but there was no getting around it. She told me as much; as far as the world was concerned, Justin died almost a month ago. No sense trying to get all that back. Everyone would have to move on; it would be far less distressing to all involved.
But she doesn’t want a new name. Says that as much as things have changed, ‘Justin’ is the only thing that still fits. I think she means it. So we’re trying to figure out what happens from here.
One month later:
“How are you so good at this? You said you’ve never played this game before,” the researcher whined.
“It’s the sequel to one I played all the time in high school! I know all the combos! Prepare to lay down your life, wimp!” she jeered with a disconcerting, smug tone in her otherwise soft voice. She was well on her way to a sixth Flawless victory.
The researcher sighed in frustration and leaned over to blow on her neck. She giggled in surprise.
“Hey, no fair!” she gasped out between breaths. Her eyes were dilating rapidly and a flush was spreading over her face. Her character took several hits that she was unable to counter, so she resorted to blocking.
“Gotta give me a handicap, I’m dying over here!” he replied.
“I gave you one, I’m not even playing with my main!” she insisted, regaining her advantage and finishing the round with a less than perfect victory. Her composure was returning, so her opponent decided to press the issue. A hand squeezed her thigh just as she commanded her character to leap into an attack. “Ack! Cheating!” she choked out with more giggles, her hands unsteady on the controller.
“It’s not my fault you’re such a naughty girl, getting distracted so easily,” he said with a wicked grin.
“It literally is your fault!” she argued despite a broad smile cracking on her face. “I can’t believe you put my brain in a sex-bot body!” Her controller fell to the floor and both game characters stood in idle animations. Her opponent had definitely outmatched her in the meta. She hid her reddening face behind her free hands.
“Hey, plans changed pretty quick. I had to improvise.” They sat quietly for a moment, but he didn’t remove his hand. “Hey, Justin?” he asked, shifting his seat to turn to his companion.
“What?” she answered, peeking through her fingers and unable to suppress her smile as his hand slid back and forth over her bare thigh.
“Let’s put it on Story Mode, Normal difficulty. I want to see how you do playing against the CPU while sitting on my lap. In the interest of science.”
“Easy difficulty only,” she countered. “And no trigger phrases or putting me in doll mode while I’m playing! Otherwise I’m going to get clobbered. Deal?”
“You know, you’re right. I’d say ‘easy difficulty’ has you written all over it,” he smirked.
“Again, your fault,” she pointed out as she straddled his lap and adjusted her seat before bending down to pick up the dropped controller. “All your fault,” she said with a smile.
“I admit no wrongdoing,” he replied, letting his hands rest on the small of her back and enjoying the sound she made as he did so.
“Who said anything about wrongdoing?” she said, biting her lip and attempting to concentrate on the game menu. She could already tell this was going to be more challenging than she’d assumed. “Feels pretty right to me. After all, it’s the way I was built.”
“How are you so good at this? You said you’ve never played this game before,” the researcher whined.
“It’s the sequel to one I played all the time in high school! I know all the combos! Prepare to lay down your life, wimp!” she jeered with a disconcerting, smug tone in her otherwise soft voice. She was well on her way to a sixth Flawless victory.
The researcher sighed in frustration and leaned over to blow on her neck. She giggled in surprise.
“Hey, no fair!” she gasped out between breaths. Her eyes were dilating rapidly and a flush was spreading over her face. Her character took several hits that she was unable to counter, so she resorted to blocking.
“Gotta give me a handicap, I’m dying over here!” he replied.
“I gave you one, I’m not even playing with my main!” she insisted, regaining her advantage and finishing the round with a less than perfect victory. Her composure was returning, so her opponent decided to press the issue. A hand squeezed her thigh just as she commanded her character to leap into an attack. “Ack! Cheating!” she choked out with more giggles, her hands unsteady on the controller.
“It’s not my fault you’re such a naughty girl, getting distracted so easily,” he said with a wicked grin.
“It literally is your fault!” she argued despite a broad smile cracking on her face. “I can’t believe you put my brain in a sex-bot body!” Her controller fell to the floor and both game characters stood in idle animations. Her opponent had definitely outmatched her in the meta. She hid her reddening face behind her free hands.
“Hey, plans changed pretty quick. I had to improvise.” They sat quietly for a moment, but he didn’t remove his hand. “Hey, Justin?” he asked, shifting his seat to turn to his companion.
“What?” she answered, peeking through her fingers and unable to suppress her smile as his hand slid back and forth over her bare thigh.
“Let’s put it on Story Mode, Normal difficulty. I want to see how you do playing against the CPU while sitting on my lap. In the interest of science.”
“Easy difficulty only,” she countered. “And no trigger phrases or putting me in doll mode while I’m playing! Otherwise I’m going to get clobbered. Deal?”
“You know, you’re right. I’d say ‘easy difficulty’ has you written all over it,” he smirked.
“Again, your fault,” she pointed out as she straddled his lap and adjusted her seat before bending down to pick up the dropped controller. “All your fault,” she said with a smile.
“I admit no wrongdoing,” he replied, letting his hands rest on the small of her back and enjoying the sound she made as he did so.
“Who said anything about wrongdoing?” she said, biting her lip and attempting to concentrate on the game menu. She could already tell this was going to be more challenging than she’d assumed. “Feels pretty right to me. After all, it’s the way I was built.”
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Background Pony #30B9
@Background Pony #30B9
V5 can actually generate normal hands most of the time
When i test “against glass” it generated normal hand in like 80% times
At like 15% 1 finger missing/extra
And 5% is mess in general not just hands
V5 can actually generate normal hands most of the time
When i test “against glass” it generated normal hand in like 80% times
At like 15% 1 finger missing/extra
And 5% is mess in general not just hands
Anyway compared to V4 good/bad ratio is soooo much better
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Background Pony #CF6C
No need for a shower,I’d gladly lick their booties clean,I’d even give regular sniff tests throughout.
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Background Pony #7EF2
@Background Pony #7EF2
V3 is still a work in progress and this is a test build (V3.1). Sometime soon, V3.1 will be rolled out on the Purplesmart discord to use with the image generation bot there. As far as the local model release, it will be public when the captioning project hits 5%.
V3 is still a work in progress and this is a test build (V3.1). Sometime soon, V3.1 will be rolled out on the Purplesmart discord to use with the image generation bot there. As far as the local model release, it will be public when the captioning project hits 5%.
If you’d like to learn more, keep up to date with the news, or generate your own mares, you can join the Purplesmart discord from the link on the bio page: https://twitter.com/AstraliteHeart
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Background Pony #1540
@Background Pony #1540
Thanks for the answer! And if I understood correctly, you got v3 as something of a beta-test on their discord, right?
Thanks for the answer! And if I understood correctly, you got v3 as something of a beta-test on their discord, right?
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Background Pony #1540
@Background Pony #1540
Correct, Purplesmart.ai is developed and trained by AstraliteHeart (which is also named pony-diffusion on Voldy’s model list). All of them refer to the same thing.
Correct, Purplesmart.ai is developed and trained by AstraliteHeart (which is also named pony-diffusion on Voldy’s model list). All of them refer to the same thing.
V3 is still being developed, but the model download will be released when the captioning project reaches 5% (see/ask the #volunteers-needed for more info in his Discord). Only a few people have access to the dev builds to provide feedback, stress test the model to make sure its moving in the right direction, and get it deployed on the bot ASAP.
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Background Pony #8699
@Background Pony #8699
Uniscale_Restore
DigitalFrames_2.1_Final
NMKDSuperscale_Artisoft_120000
I haven’t tested new ones but those are the ones that I have that remove the most artifacts
Uniscale_Restore
DigitalFrames_2.1_Final
NMKDSuperscale_Artisoft_120000
I haven’t tested new ones but those are the ones that I have that remove the most artifacts
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Background Pony #167F
@Background Pony #167F
Nice. Yeah, it’s such a weird mix of local and global strengths and weaknesses with the AI, and I’ve yet to read a good explanation for why it is the way it is. I wonder what the AI images will look like a year from now?
Nice. Yeah, it’s such a weird mix of local and global strengths and weaknesses with the AI, and I’ve yet to read a good explanation for why it is the way it is. I wonder what the AI images will look like a year from now?
Also, I’m salty about the microphone, because I fixed it in a final inpainting, but somehow I included the wrong version on the test :s
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Background Pony #6B91
Whoo thanku :D
Just tested.
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