Tommy Gunne had his next hit assigned to him. Squigly was a bit harder to find, considering that unlike Ms. Fortune, she was genuinely undead. She didn't have as many needs as the mortal catgirl (who was still happily settled into her job at the Medici brothel), making her difficult to track. Her main concern seemed to be with revenge, so he staked out a few Medici properties. She'd been killed by another of the mafia's hired guns, so she had it out for them after she was reanimated by her brain parasite/pet dragon thing, Leviathan. He didn't totally understand how that worked, but he felt like he didn't have to with his trusty piece of mad science tucked away inside his coat.
He spotted her at last, hurrying up the catwalk to the rooftop where the zombie songstress was watching the Medici work at one of their safehouses below. She was pretty in a strange way: her slim body held some curious curves while her long, dark hair ran over her pale blue skin like a walking midnight shadow.
"So... I WAS being followed," she noted in a dry voice through her loosely stitched lips. "It sounds like the Medici are finally taking me seriously. Not that it will do you much good." The slender songstress turned to face him, the pale, serpentine dragon growing from beneath her hair and out both side of her head.
"Did you want me to dispose of him for you, my lady?" Leviathan asked.
"No need," she replied quietly, stepping gracefully towards Tommy.
"So your brain maggot can talk," Tommy observed as he flashed Squigly a smirk. "That sure wasn't in the report."
"You've got quite the mouth on you," Squigly said with a scowl in his direction, flexing the fingers on one hand until the knuckles cracked.
"Admittedly, yes. Is that why they stitched yours shut?"
Squigly growled and rushed towards him. She was fast, but she had to cover a lot of ground while Tommy just had to draw his Shortstacker (the lab guys were still iffy about changing the name). There was that same burst of semi-tangible energy that washed over Squigly, who stumbled and fell to her knees. Leviathan was too concerned for her to bother with Tommy, who leaned back on the wall and caught a smoke break while she went through her jarring transformation.
She went through essentially the same process that Ms. Fortune had. She halved her height, her dress growing down with her. Her already notable hips shot out into a huge and squeezable butt, and her boobs stretched the top of her dress out as they tripled in girth. She moaned and hugged her body, squashing her breasts as if trying to contain its transformation but just hurrying it along in its shrinking.
"Mistress! Are you alright?!" Leviathan fussed, hovering around her head. Fortunately, her head was only marginally smaller, leaving him with enough space to keep wiggling around inside of her.
"Ohhh," she moaned dizzily, staying on her knees as she rubbed her head. "Yea, I think so. Feels pretty good, really? Wow, did I always have these?" she asked. She hugged her arms around her breasts, lifting them up and letting them drop with a giggle.
"Er... no, madam. That appears to be a recent change that you've gone through. Thanks to that scoun-"
"And why's my head hurt?" she asked, rubbing at her inky hair.
"You... were killed, my lady. Some time ago, actually. By a murderess most foul sent by the Medici Family."
"Yea, I guess that sounds about right," Squigly decided absentmindedly.
Levithan rose up, baring his fangs towards Tommy. "Indeed. And this fiendish man works for those responsible for your death and transformation."
"Ooh! Did you say a man?!" Squigly sprang to her feet, flailing her arms awkwardly to keep her balance. "Whoa! Okay. I definitely didn't have THIS before!" She turned around and smacked her newly developed booty, giggling as the cheeks wobbled around. Leviathan cleared his throat as she put a hand to her hip and strutted towards Tommy with a flirty wiggle of her hips. He didn't even have to try with this one.
"Hey there, handsome," she chimed in as charming a tone as an undead half-pint songstress could (which was surprisingly so!). "What brings you here?"
"Oh, you know. Work. Pretty faces," Tommy said with a wink as he doused his cigarette on the wall. Squigly giggled, but her symbiote seemed less amused.
"He is here to kill you, my lady!" Leviathan blurted.
"Decided untrue," Tommy corrected. It was even an honest answer.
Squigly grabbed the parasitic dragon by the neck and pulled him down to her eye level. The creature looked even longer compared to her shrunken body, despite her huffy expression. "Leviathan! I am TALKING to a fan! If you're going to cramp my style, you can take your leave until I call for you."
"But... but..."
"Leviathan!" The parasitic dragon hung its head and slithered out, retreating like a scolded puppy as it floated off into the night. Squigly rolled her eyes and scratched at the old bullet hole he'd crawled out of. "Jeez, that itches. Anyway! You were saying something about coming to see me?" she giggled, twirling a bit of hair before quickly patting it back. She doubted a suitor would want to see the injury that had killed her. Gunshot wounds were probably a turnoff.
Tommy smiled and stood upright again. "Of course. I'm a big fan of your work. Mostly the stuff you did before you were alive, of course, but only because you actually performed back then. You still look as lovely as ever."
The petite and curvy zombie giggled and wriggled on the spot. Tommy's eyes had to go to her shaking ass that stuck out wider than the rest of her body, wondering just how well the singer knew how to use it. "Ohh, you flatterer you! You'd make me blush if I had blood up there anymore..."
"Well, what would you say if I had a place that would let you... perform for all sorts of men who come to admire your beauty? Just like the old days."
Squigly skipped in place, immediately delighted by the offer. "I'd ask where I can audition?! This spooky zombie of vengeance thing is SO not me!"
"Your tryout starts now," Tommy said, stepping up to her and finding that she too was right around eye level with his crotch. He rested a hand on her blue hair (not even pushing) when the transformed trashy zombie started to nuzzle into his groin like some kind of sexually welcoming housepet.
"It has been a while..." she sighed, starting to tug at his pants. He gave her an approving nod as she started to slowly undo his belt. "You know, it's been pretty lonely with nobody but Leviathan around. I could use somebody to keep help keep me warm."
Tommy's dick was barely out of his pants when she took it into her mouth with zero hesitation. The stitches over her mouth were loose and stretched enough that his dick easily fit between them. Her shrunken head bobbed back and forth, eyes fluttering as she seemed to become lost in absolutely worshipping his cock. She truly had missed sex, and the feel of a warm dick inside her chilly body felt miraculously good. "Leave it to death to hamper your sex life," she thought to herself before she looked up at Tommy to see how she was doing.
She was doing rather good, apparently. Tommy was watching her work, but his eyelids drifted shut every now and then. Her body (and mouth) wasn't as cold as the grave, but still a lower temperature than he expected. She felt as cool as stone rather than fucking a refrigerator, and her tongue was gathering the heat from his dick and their friction to warm up around him. It was a strange sensation that he was definitely willing to explore further.
Tommy stroked a hand through her hair, finding his fingers catching on the edge of her head wound. It had long since dried out and hardened into a harmless hole in her head, but Tommy decided that he preferred her more natural holes rather than experimenting with literally fucking her brains out. "It's a shame to just take your mouth when you had such a lovely singing voice," Tommy praised. He gave a tug at her head hole, using it as a handle to shove his shaft completely inside her. She let out a short squeal of delight as her tongue slid around it, trying to find space for it inside her mouth without losing a bit of his dick. The warm and living flesh pulsed against her throat, making her feel more alive than she had in ages. Hell, she felt more alive than she did when she was alive!
Squigly giggled in a way that tensed her mouth around his cock before she popped him back out. His skin tingled as the edges of his shaft slid right against the stitches that covered her dick-sucking lips, emerging with one wet and final pop. "I take it you had something in mind then, mister?" she chirped cutely, batting her lashes up at him.
Squigly squeaked in surprise as Tommy swept her off her feet, easily carrying the pint-sized songbird bridal style. Give her height, he did end up with one hand on her juicy ass and the other cradling her back while squeezing one of her round blue tits. She cooed and curled up against his chest, kissing his neck enticingly as her little feet kicked in the air. Her ditzy bimbo brain was excited for whatever flatteringly perverse thing it was he had in mind.
She wasn’t disappointed. He took her into the abandoned apartment below on the top floor. It was being used by the zombie as a safehouse, with a plain bed (since she didn’t need to sleep) and a table with various plans, notes and newspaper clippings concerning the Medici’s recent activity strewn across its surface.
Tommy set her down halfway on the table, letting her oversized breasts on her undersized body smack down on the surface. Squigly didn't seem to mind. In fact, she even shoved the plans and papers aside to make way for her being bent over the table. She lifted her ass and wiggled it temptingly, letting it jiggle as her blue butt cheeks peeked out from beneath her dress like an open invitation. Tommy rolled her skirt up the rest of the way to her waist and thrust his way inside her.
"Ohhhhmigosh!" Squigly squealed, holding onto the table for dear life. "It's even bigger than I thought!" Her pussy had that same slight coolness to it, but she was wet and tight while yielding to his incoming erection. Undead or not, it was hard for Tommy to think of himself as a necrophile when his partner was panting and cursing on the end of his dick. In fact, she was even more into it than he was. It was only about a dozen thrusts before she orgasmed, even if those thrusts did push her whole body bouncing and dragged her tits across the table. She squirted her warm and thick juices over his cock, which had filled her so completely that it corked her pussy shut. He quickly pulled out, letting her orgasm drip out of her in a thick splash on the floor.
"Wow," Squigly mewled, her little fists clenching on the table. Her little legs waggled about as they dangled over the edge next to Tommy's thighs. "I can't believe that felt so good. I can't imagine OHHHHHH MY GOD! YES!"
Tommy still hadn't cum yet, and he couldn't pass up the chance to test out the transformed singer's ass. It was something to be admired when she was still onstage, but now that she'd been shrunken down and condensed it was even more tempting. He had squeezed and lifted her hips to pop himself inside, instantly resulting in the noisy reaction out of the zombie girl.
"So you like it up the ass, you pretty blue slut?" Gunne asked between his husky groans. She was intensely tight, of course, but she seemed built for this kind of sex. Her big curvy butt cheeks cushioned his every thrust as if welcoming him inside and trying to draw him deeper, but it was more than that. What was especially interesting was that this was easily the warmest part of her. After the lower temperatures of her breasts, mouth and pussy, her ass felt tight and hot like any living person. It was a welcome change, and almost as if her ass were the entire focus of her being.
"YES! Yes, oh my GOD! Fuck my ass, big boy!" Squigly screamed, pounding a fist on the table as she bit her stitched lip. "Use that cutie booty until it falls off if you have to! Just give it to me!" She was ranting passionately enough to drool over her mounted furniture, her boobs having bounced out of the top half of her dress some time ago. Tommy gave a firm slap to her ass that got another delighted squeal from Squigly, making her press her face into the wood of the table to lift her ass up higher.
She hadn't had a lover in so long! After all this time sulking and stalking around, to be adored and appreciated by a fan felt amazing. And god, this ass of hers. It was so big and gorgeous, even better suited for taking cock than her miniaturized pussy. She loved how it jiggled when he slapped it. She loved how it clenched around him as if trying to hug the cock inside of her and milk every drop of cum out of Tommy. She loved to twerk her ass around his cock, abandoning the classy song and dance numbers to use the trashy move so that her cheeks batted and rubbed the sides of his rod. She loved how he thrust so hard and deep inside of her that his ball slapped against her pussy. Perhaps most of all, she loved the feeling of his warm, wet seed trickling inside her, the first live material to be inside her besides her symbiote.
Right on cue, Tommy shot his load inside her ass. Squigly's beautiful voice rang out in a high-pitched cry, eyes forcing shut and ramming rapidly against his tensing cock. Her flexing anus could feel every pulse, every vein on the embedded rod. Her mouth hung open, smiling witlessly as even with no attention given to her womanhood in the slightest, the feeling of cum in her ass while her breasts dragged over the table were enough to make her squirt all over the floor in another orgasm. This one was even bigger than before, making her clench and shake around Tommy hard enough that he had to hold her steady unless. Her vibrations would have made him cum again if she hadn't already made his dick insanely sensitive.
"That's enough, tiny," Tommy assured her, but she kept shaking for almost half a minute before she calmed down. "Oh... oh my god... why did nobody tell me anal was so fucking good?!"
"Maybe because you haven't tried it. Maybe because you hadn't met me before." Tommy chuckled and eased his way out of her, but she shuddered and moaned as if ready for another go before he was all the way out of her ass. "But I think you passed the audition. And I think I know a place where you can get a lot more of that if you want it."
"Yes! Please!" Squigly agreed instantly, eyes wide and hungry for more. She stood up and adjusted her dress, Tommy watching her thighs. While her cum dribbled down her leg, his semen was nowhere to be seen. He had cum deep in her ass, but her sphincter was keeping it all inside like she was hoarding it. "My fans await!"
Squigly quickly joined Ms. Fortune at the brothel, the Medicis glad to have another new recruit. Apart from some jealous coworkers, even the ladies were glad to see another cute little comrade around the house of ill repute. The undead cutie was what you might call a triple threat, always willing to sing, dance, or fuck as needed.
Squigly strode along the small stage, singing a jazzy little tune. It was normally just for exhibitionist shows and stripteases, but they'd propped up a microphone. She drew in the customers who wanted a show to go with their "meal," and there wasn't much better to rope in a crowd than an undead dwarf "impersonator" of a world-famous singer. All the while, she would wink and blow kisses to flirt with the audience, scouting out her next partner while she put on her show. The crowd loved the happy wiggle of her hips when she got into her more enthusiastic solos, and she was sure to take long steps (relatively speaking) to show off her thick legs and ass. Also that she wasn't wearing any panties during the show, equal parts burlesque show as she was a lounge singer.
Squigly absolutely loved her new gig. She had everything she wanted. She was famous again, with fans throwing themselves at her feet just to talk to her or touch her. But she'd made up her mind for the night. She saw a burly tanned-skinned man, looking like he'd fit the bill for a Medici bouncer or bodyguard. She crooked her finger at him, the big guy grinning and walking up to the stage. She leaned over far enough to show him a ton of cleavage (and a bit of areola for good measure), kissing him deeply. The crowd hooted for the sexy display before she hopped off into his arms. "To my dressing room, please," she prompted him, wiggling to position herself comfortably in his muscled arms. Of course, that meant sticking her big juicy butt into his palm, easily squeezable as he carried her back to her room.
Squigly grabbed the man around the neck, pulling him down to kiss her stitched up lips. She slid her tongue into his mouth as hers curled into a smile, sighing through her nose. So long as she worked here, there was always someone to keep her warm. "I've been waiting for a man like you, big guy."
"My name's Charlie," the deep voice replied.
"Not important," she dismissed cheerily. "All that matters is that you're a fan and you know how to treat a lady." She wiggled her feet, urging him to set her down on her big cushy bed. She went on all fours, sticking her bubbly blue butt up in the air and wiggling it, letting her dress ride up to show off her lack of panties. "You do know how to treat a lady, don't you?" she cooed sweetly.
She couldn't get them naked fast enough, and soon she was braced on all fours while the big man mounted her from behind. He was every bit as hung as she'd hoped, even if a normal-sized man found her tight-fitting. Her new body seemed to be even more durable than her original undead form, so even while it filled her to bursting, she was shouting and drooling from all the pleasure.
"OHHHH my god! Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder, big daddy! Wreck my pretty blue butt!" she raved in a shrill, excited voice. "Oh my god, I can taste that monster dick of yours from here!" She arched her back, tossing her dark blue hair over her shoulders. Charlie took the invitation to grab hold of it, pulling on the mane like a set of reigns and burying himself deeper into her warm and juicy ass.
"My lady, I heard screaming," came a voice by the window. Leviathan slithered his head in from outside, watching the scene rather stoically. "Were you in need of-"
"Fuck, Leviathan! I told you not to interrupt while I'm working!" Squigly snapped at him. She gave him a shooing wave as the draconic parasite hung his head and slinked away again. "Don't mind him, handsome. You just keep doing what you do best. In fact, if you could do it even harder, that'd be great."
"Whatever you say, little lady." Charlie smacked her on the ass, getting her to shout from the pleasant surprise. She was even more surprised when he pulled back on her hair even harder, grabbing one of her thighs and using both handles to lift her into the air. Squigly let out a euphoric grunt as she found herself suspended in the air, balancing on nothing but the cock in her ass. She couldn't do anything but spread her legs to squeeze her plump cheeks tighter together, but she loved the feeling of his thrusts and gravity working together to dig his manhood as deep as it could possibly go inside her.
As Charlie turned to sit down on the bed, she found herself in her favorite position. He was holding her thighs and pulling them up, putting her ankles up past her ears (and her fatal head injury). He sat facing her dresser, complete with the large mirror where she did her makeup before her shows. It gave her a perfectly pornographic view of herself getting fucked in the ass, her breasts bouncing helplessly on her chest while she held onto his neck for any semblance of balance.
She loved the view like this. She could see Charlie's huge member drilling into her and her anus struggling to swallow it each time. She watched him dig deep enough to make her belly bulge into the shape of his massive erection, fucking her hard enough to shift the shape of her curvy little body. She saw the face of a beautiful celebrity distorted by his rough fucking, as if his cock were pounding her hard enough to vibrate her brain. Her mouth hung open in an endless cry of muted pleasure, shamelessly drooling over herself and eyes watering as her makeup started to run. To her eyes, though, there was nothing more beautiful than how she looked and felt right then and there.
"That's my pretty girl," Charlie groaned in her ear. He reached around to cup her chin, forcing her limp neck backward so he could kiss her roughly on the mouth. She moaned like the brainless, horny zombie she was right now, parting her lips and letting him push his tongue in past her stitching. She was still rolling her tongue around his when he released her, so lost in lust that she didn't seem to notice. She smiled with her mouth wide open, drooling over her breasts and his shoulder as he reached around to take her by her hefty blue tits. He squeezed her breasts and pulled on them, stretching out the cool and hard nipples, getting more high moans and praises from the miniature zombie celebrity.
"Oh yesssss! That's it! Rough me up, baby! It's not like you're gonna kill me again!" Squigly wiggled her butt up and down against him while she rubbed her spread open pussy. It was more to give Charlie a show than for actual pleasure. She couldn't tell why, but she had become fixated on anal. She would let the paying customers use her pussy, but she'd always try to talk them into taking her ass instead. Everything felt tighter and harder and more sensitive in there. Sometimes it felt as if her actual clitoris was somehow in her ass.
Charlie was a regular at the brothel and he knew the special rules that applied to the short girls that had been showing up. Whether by their own powers or whatever had turned them into this parody of themselves, they were of a sturdier stock than the rest of the girls in their whore house. They even flaunted and boasted how much they could take, like when Ms. Fortune had tried to set a record for how many cocks she could fit inside herself.
It was what spurred him to slide her off his cock and plant her on her stomach on the bed. Her breasts hung off the edge and she cooed as she wiggled her ass. It was half to excite and draw him back in, but the other half was to feel the leaking precum squish around inside her loosened asshole.
"Let's see just how deep you go, blue," Charlie said. She saw his wicked grin in the mirror as he held up her hips. He lined her ass up perfectly parallel to her head before he plowed into her again.
She let out the usual happy squeal when his cock's head popped inside her asshole. She clenched her cheeks, making her anus almost suck on the dribbling dick before he pushed it in further. The slowly expanding rod stretched her ass wider, making Squigly hiss softly as she dug her fingers into the bedsheets.
"Yessss, nice and deep, big boy," she whispered as she savored the one long, deep push. She felt that warm and familiar sensation of the hung and brawny man sheathing the entirety of his meat inside her, signalled by the dense slap of his balls against her pussy. She mewled with pleasure as she clamped her ass around it, flexing the tight internal muscles to massage the entire rod.
It was just a shock to her when he kept on thrusting in deeper. Her plump ass cheeks had to spread wider as he kept pushing further, making her gasp and gag as it went what felt like impossibly deep. She felt a pressure in her chest, and then with a wet sucking noise, she felt his balls push into her ass to fill her even further. He pulled harder on her hair until she opened her mouth wide, letting out an intense cry of pleasure... just before the head of his cock came out from between her stitched lips. She stared at the mirror in wide-eyed shock to realize that her little body had been completely impaled on this man's cock.
"You'd said you wanted to taste it," Charlie reminded her teasingly. Squigly stared her herself, stunned to find herself with both her mouth and ass full of dick by the means of the same man. She started to drool around his cock at the same time as the prick dribbled precum down on her chin and breasts. She swallowed hard, feeling that indeed the flexing of her stomach and ass felt the same hard, fleshy rod pushing all the way through her.
When he started to hump her again, she shuddered violently as pleasure wracked every part of her body. The giant cock ravaged her insides in all the best ways, feeling his leaking cock paint her insides with his precum. His dickhead kept poking out and back into her mouth, all while his shifting balls and base of his cock continued to please her ass.
"Oh! Oh my GAGHHH god! I can't fUGGHHF believe... it! Fuck, I can't BRFFFF breathe! I can't think! FUUGFFF! Fuck! Fuck me harder, Charlie! Break me in half wIFFF that monster dick! Drive me crazy with your DIGHHHFP!"
Her lusty rant kept being cut off by the surprising mouthful of dick, but her exhausted body still found impossible pleasure in the ridiculously powerful fucking. She squirted hard as her whole body was ravaged, just to cum twice more before he could finish. She had cum from anal more than once before, but it was like her body was orgasming for every part of her body that he was plowing through. He finally came inside her, somewhere around her throat or lungs because she felt the warmth build up in her a moment before she coughed out a large glob of it.
"Oh... oh fuck," she wheezed, spitting out another few lumps of jizz as Charlie finally and carefully pulled back out of her. "That was the craziest fucking thing I've ever done and I want to do it again right now," she babbled out in a weak, squeaky voice. "If only I could remember how to walk... I think you fucked me so hard I forget how to walk!"
Charlie laughed as he wiped some sweat from his brow and clapped her on the ass. "Good. It's not your strong suit. You're just good for singing, looking pretty, and taking cock, right?"
"Are you kidding me?" she smiled, plucking some more semen that had been stuck to her mouth's stitches. "If it means taking more up the ass, I'd gladly drop the singing. Why be an attention whore when you could just be a whore?" She flashed him a cheeky wink and wiggled her butt for him. "I need a break after that one... but in case I nod off, feel free to help yourself, okay, tiger?"
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