Gob For Teacher

A recent commission for two goblin students deciding to drug their teacher to subject him to some unwilling sex and cock worship.

Villetta and Pixxy had it bad for their teacher Mr. Benjamin Parks. For a science teacher, he didn't look the part as a tall, fit and handsome black man. Even in their school of orcs and elves, the two goblins (Villetta Blackspark was half-demon, but it was a progressive world like that) knew what they wanted.

"I heard that he spilled coffee on his lap once," Pixxy confided over the lunch table. "Jenni, that blonde naga, said that you could see perfectly that he was huuuuge." Like all the females of her kind, Pixxy was short, green and curvy. She had long pointed ears that reached well beyond her fluffy dark hair, but she still tried to stand out with her gothy skull t-shirt and earrings. Blue makeup lined her eyes and lips for that little extra flare.

"I know!" Villetta sighed as she drank down some of her soda. "You've GOT to dream about sucking on a piece of human like that. Plus he's one of those dark ones, which is always super hot." She was green and stout like Pixxy, but with her black hair abruptly turning into a purple ponytail. She wore a skimpy leather skirt and top to go with her fishnet stockings. Her infernal heritage showed itself in her forked tail (which she’d taken the liberty to pierce in case that wasn’t edgy enough for anyone) and her two yellow horns on her head, one of which had been chipped off near the tip.

"Plus he's married," Pixxy added. He always had pictures of his family around on his desk. "So he's already got that forbidden angle. But he's got one of those human marriages. Like a good one. Where they say 'I love you' and stuff, even when they didn't just have sex. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Villetta asked the question as if she was dismissing the thought rather than pressing for the reason. "If he couldn't stop you, would that silly human logic of 'no means no' really stop you? And you know that prude wife of his doesn’t keep him satisfied like a goblin girl would."

Pixxy thought on it, but not for long. Ever since she set eyes on the tall and handsome human she'd had wet dreams about pleasing and fucking him. It only got worse once that rumor about his being hung like a bear started going. "Why? You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Way ahead of you, Pix." Villetta reached into her bag and slapped down a piece of paper with a few notes scrawled across it. "Can you get these the next time you're in the science lab? I've got Magic and Alchemy tomorrow morning. I should be able to get a few potions together and then by the afternoon, we can go and show Mr. Parks our little extra credit projects."

"Hi, Mister Parks!" Pixxy popped her head into the room, smiling brightly at her obsessive crush. "How's it going?"

"Ah, Pixxy. Good to see you." The short-haired and clean-cut teacher smiled up at her. He was the sort to try to be friendly  "Just grading some papers. You know I was impressed by your test scores last week. I'm glad to see you're showing an interest in the field."

"Yea, well... goblins just have a natural thing for chemistry." Pixxy walked further in and laughed a little louder than usual. It helped to hide Villetta's footsteps as her invisible form slipped in and got near his desk. Pixxy couldn't see her, but she knew the plan. She was going to play distraction. "So uh... how's the family?" She kept up her small talk while Villetta quietly popped her potion and started to discreetly pour it into Mr. Parks' half-emptied coffee mug. The teacher stood up and walked towards Pixxy, forcing Villetta to flatten her tits against his desk to avoid being discovered when he tripped over her.

"So what can I help you with, Pixxy?"

"Uh... science."

"Science?"

"Yes. I need more science in my life, Mr. Parks."

The teacher shook his head, but smiled in amusement. "Well I'll tell you what. I've got to get these papers graded, but I'll bring up any bits of trivia I think are interesting. I've got a pretty low bar for interesting, though."

"I think it'll be REAL interesting before long," Pixxy muttered. Ben went back to his desk and took another drink. He pursed his lips at the change in taste, but he ignored it and went on working and drinking. After a few sips, Villetta went back to his office's door and shoved it shut, flipping the lock as her invisibility potion wore off.

"Something wrong, girls?" Ben asked, furrowing his brow. He must have not noticed Villetta walking in just now, but the locking seemed unnecessary.

"Not at all, Mr. Parks," the half-goblin purred as she approached him with a wiggle to her plump little hips. "In fact, you are looking better than ever."

Ben Parks certainly lived up to the rumors. He was plenty hung and already hard thanks to Villetta's spiking his coffee with the potion. The girls broke into even wider smiles as they witnessed his package and smelled the tempting musk he'd built up from a day's work. It beckoned to goblins like catnip by drawing out their naturally slutty nature, and Villetta couldn't help but plant a kiss just below his cock's warm and bulging head.

Ben shuddered and groaned. He leaned back into his chair to relax and enjoy the sensation, but he shook his head. The potion was quickly draining any means he had to struggling or resisting, no matter what he was truly thinking. "Girls, stop it," he muttered weakly. They ignored his pleas as Pixxy wrapped her mouth around the tip of his cock, giving a quick, wet suck that made him grunt hard. Willing or not, he couldn't deny how good it felt to have the short green beauties teasing his member.

As usual, Ben Parks had stayed after school to work in his office. While Ben himself found it a strange choice of words, his body reacted quickly to the chemicals. The aphrodisiac got his groin stirring at the slightest hints of flirting. The lust charms made his mind slow down at the incoming fog and his heart rate pick up. The goblin girls cackled as they scampered around to either side of the desk and both sets of black-nailed hands got to working together to undo his belt.

"Don't worry, Mr. Parks," Pixxy cooed. "We're not gonna hurt ya. We're gonna make you feel soooo good."

"Girls, no," Parks warned in a slightly slurred voice, but he made no move to stop them. He actually placed a hand on Villetta's head, but he could only find the strength to stroke her hair rather than push her away. "Please. Stop this... you're my students."

"And we've learned a lot from you," Villetta purred as she started to force down his pants and underwear. Ben found his hips lifting by themselves to help them along. "Like how much you need this. We just want to say thank you!"

Willing or not, Ben certainly lived up to the rumors. The potions had left him hard despite his protests, and he was just as hung as everyone had said. With his cock and balls exposed to the open air, his work day's worth of sweat and musk hit the goblins' noses like catnip. Villetta planted a kiss on the base of the thick, round head of Mister Parks' dick, getting a moan from the reluctant teacher as her dark lips brushed against its veins. Pixxy giggled at his reaction, opening her mouth wide and daintily running her tongue along his tip. Ben gripped the arms of his chair tightly as his breathing picked up, the potion driving his libido wild despite his trying to think of his wife rather than the lipstick marks on his huge, dark dick.

"You're such a dirty boy, Mister Parks," Pixxy cooed, her breath running cool across the wet tip of his shaft.

"I'm really not!" Ben insisted wearily. "I love my wife. Let me go... MMMF!" He grunted heavily as Villetta pressed her face into his package, kissing and licking at his sack while she sniffed the base of his cock with a bestial curiously.

"We'll let you go," Pixxy assured him as she pulled herself closer to him. “Once we’re finished playing.” She gently ran her painted fingertips over his upper shaft while Villetta worked on its lower half. With his impressive length, he was more than enough for the shortstack sluts to share. Their wet sucking and slurping noises accompanied Benjamin's lusting pleas for them to stop.

"You girls... ungh... you can't do this. Please. You're going to get us in a lot of trouble."

"The door's locked, and we won't tell. The only one who can do that is you, Mr. Parks," Pixxy said as she went to her knees by Villette. "And you wouldn't want your wife getting mad, now would you?"

Ben was trying to focus on resisting their advances (which the potion easily overpowered, but they could see him realizing this as well. Threats like that wouldn't get him anywhere. "Just sit back and enjoy it," Villetta said again. She clutched as much of his cock as she could in one of her little hands, holding it up so that she and Pixxy could each take one of his swelling balls into their mouths. They hummed and cooed softly, sending maddening vibrations up through his sack as Ben let out another raspy cry.

“Ohhhh my god. Fuck… fuck, get off! Please! What are you doing?!” Ben pleaded helplessly as his mind and body started to go numb. He stared at the girls with watery eyes as they started to kiss around his shaft, keeping as much of his warm testicles as they could in their mouths. Pixxy’s drool ran down his sack and send fresh uninvited pleasure through him as he dug his fingers into the arms of his chair. “Stop… I can’t hold… dammit!” Ben rambled witlessly. The potion hadn’t just made him horny and paralyzed. There was something else going on. His dick was erect and yet it was growing longer still. His balls in particular felt heavy and… powerful. It felt like the girls were worshipping them to wake up something inside that was more than just his cum. The way they smiled and giggled around his nuts just added to the imagery.

He finally erupted with a husky grunt. The girls’ sucking combined with their lightly stroking hands were too much for him to resist. He hated himself for being forced to betray his wife, even as his cum shot out onto his lap and stomach. The girls went absolutely wild for it, gasping and laughing as they leaned over his legs. Their breasts rested on his thighs and rubbed against his shaft, staining their skin and clothes as they greedily wiped and sucked up every drop of cum they could.

“Oh my god, it’s so good!” Pixxy blurted. Her eyes and smile were so wide that it was like Mister Parks’ cum was a drug to her. She scooped up a big handful before licking every crevice between her fingers.

"You're too good to us, Mister Parks!" Villetta cooed as she straddled his leg. She didn't bother using her hands as she ran her tongue along his abs to suck the sweat and cum right off of his skin.

"Stop... this has to stop," Ben pleaded miserably. His face was twisted in displeasure despite what his body and penis told him. It was already more kinky than anything he'd done with his wife, but it wasn't what he wanted. The girls went on drinking him up and happily ignoring his moaned objections. They didn't seem done with him, despite the fact that he had already cum... but somehow he stayed up.

"Wait... what did you do?!" Ben asked in disbelief. Not only was his cock still rock hard, but it felt even more sensitive. More engorged. More... hungry.

"Just a dose of vitality potion with some extra minotaur hormones," Villetta explained. She sat up with his cum sticking out boldly on her black top and green skin, licking what she could off her lips. "You won't be going soft on us anytime soon."

"I want some more!" Pixxy declared as she climbed onto Ben's lap. The short goblin slut was busty and small enough that when she leaned over his shaft, her breasts and mouth both pressed against the raging erection. The cum from his wet cock's head rubbed over her black shirt as the slutty goblin goth ran her hard, painted nails over his chest.

Ben was confused by what was going on, failing to notice Villetta climbing on top of his desk. She casually put the picture of Mr. Parks' family face down to avoid distracting him before she spun his chair around. She pushed the top of the reclining seat backward, making him face the ceiling and the grinning Villetta as she loomed over him. "Don't worry about it. We know what you really want. You don't even have to think at all."

"Yea, because we're going to suck your brains out through your balls," Pixxy purred as she grasped his shaft with both hands and still barely reached all the way around. She started to lick at the tip, cleaning up any lingering cum while Villetta slid her top off over her head.

"You girls... you're crazy. You can't do this. Please let me go," Ben panted. It was a strange sensation to be getting this hard and aroused so shortly after cumming, especially to anyone besides his wife. It was making his head spin, which just made the feelings that much more intense.

"Shhhh. Easy, tiger," Villetta urged gently. "That's those big dum bull hormones talking. We know what you need more than you do at this point." The horned demi-goblin tossed her top aside and leaned over him, letting her oversized breasts mash into his face. He could still breathe under that green eclipse, but the air was warm and smelled of the goth's sweaty green skin. He kept protesting, but only the occasional word or two escaped as she rubbed her breasts over his face.

Pixxy was having the time of life going after Ben's cock like a fleshy popsicle. Her tongue left the shaft and head dripping with saliva, creating a tingling sensation all the way down while she tended to the top. Her small but strong fingers stroked her spit over him like a lotion, loving how the moisture brought out the smell of his loins.

"Villetta, can you smell that? Fuck, do I love horny human stink..." Pixxy broke into a huge smile as she started sniffing over his cock, drinking in the powerful masculine smell of his groin and fresh cum. It was always a strange hormonal relationship between humans, as goblins were known to get downright addicted to the right sort of human cum.

"Sure can, Pix. No escaping the smell of an verile alpha male like that!" Villetta laughed. It made her breasts jiggle against their teacher's face, letting a few of his deeper moans escape her cleavage. He was drooling at this point as his breathing became more heavy and his teased shaft tensed to release another burst.

Pixxy kept on kissing and sniffing at his package while her hands started to cradle his balls. Her face rubbed against the rod while each hand held up one of his heavy testes. She loved feeling their heat and weight, so full of that cum that had already gotten her hooked. "Mmmm, they must feel so heavy," Pixxy purred, lightly bouncing them in her hands and giving them a squeeze. She loved how firm and full they felt, though she wondered how much of that was potion and how much just from his naturally huge package.

Pixxy didn't care in the end as his cock shot off again, squirting into the air so that it stuck to her tits, face and hair. She laughed merrily as she rubbed her hand over her skin, licking the creamy mess clean from her fingers. She shivered hard enough that she had to squeeze her thighs around her teacher's leg to keep herself straddling him, which only pressed the wet crotch of her panties tighter against Ben's thigh.

Villetta finally lifted her breasts off of Ben's face. The teacher coughed as the fresh air mixed with the taste and smell of her sweaty flesh. The flavors of the gothic goblin still didn't go away.

"Oh my god," Ben panted. It was disorienting to feel like he should be exhausted but still remain alert and ready. It was as if his cock hand commandeered his brain and refused to let him act on his own accord. "Please. I won't tell anyone. You have to let me go. Leave me alone. You got what you wanted..."

"What we want..." Villetta cooed patiently as she laid on her stomach. She planted her elbows on the edge of the desk, leaning forward just enough to let her lap at the tip of the teacher's lengthy cock. "Is to make you into a new man, Mr. Parks. To make you into a REAL man. The one you deserve to be." The demi-goblin's devilish half definitely shone through as she tormented the trapped teacher with her seductive and smokey voice.

"We know your wife's not exactly giving that pussy away," Pixxy added. "So we want to help give that dick the lovin' it needs to grow up big and strong!" She stroked the shaft as she wrapped her thighs around it, rolling the stubby legs around it. “Soooo big!” Pixxy was already drooling as she couldn't help but wrap her lips around her teacher's rod.

"Damn, Benny! You must taste good to have her hooked already!" Villetta giggled as she wiggled out of her skirt and panties with one eager motion, returning to the floor and climbing up next to Pixxy on Ben's lap.

She smiled mischievously up at him as she helped strip down Pixxy as well, leaving them both naked in his lap as Ben grunted and tried to escape. When that failed, his body still refusing to resist their advances, he could only try to beg them.

"Stop it... girls, this is rape! You can't... oh holy shit!" His eyes rolled back while his balls and cock pulsed with pleasure. Both girls had decided they wanted another taste and had begun rubbing their lips and tongues on both sides of his cockhead. They watched his helpless squirming with delight, even when they both reached his dick's head at the same time and began to sloppily make out with each other. Ben bit his lip in a desperate effort to distract himself, but he couldn't take his eyes off of their sleazy display.

Seeing they had him ready for another of his creamy outbursts, they started to put on even more of a show. Villetta grabbed Pixxy by her breasts, squeezing and stroking them as she pulled them around Ben's cock. Pixxy caught onto her game and returned the favor, hefting up the half-demon's tits and resting them on top of hers. Their combined cleavage swallowed up most of Ben's shaft, wrapping it in warm green flesh while they sucked noisily at the top. Their spittle ran down like little rivers along his throbbing veins. The sexual display from the little ladies forced the cum out of their teacher once again as Ben let out a loud and husky cry.

There would be no one around the school to hear him this late, but the goblins didn't seem concerned by that. They were far too delighted to care thanks to the offering of fresh cum spraying thick and plentiful out of the worshipped cock. Their expressions lit up as the semen stuck to their lips, eyes and smiles both open wide as the creamy substance ran down their faces. The girls each kept one hand grasping and stroking his cock, already priming him for more as they leaned over Ben's shaft to start greedily licking the semen from their fellow goblin girl's face in a mockery of a kiss.

"Please... stop... I need to go see my wife. This HAS to stop," Ben begged them once more. No matter how much his body flooded him with pleasure, he knew he was a good and loyal man. He didn't want any of this, regardless what his cursed cock would have him think.

"What? But we're having sooooo much fun!" Pixxy giggled, but she swayed a bit on her perch on Ben's lap. She snorted and wiped her face, just to lick the mess of cum from her fingers. The girls were having their own sexual high, as even without being touched or penetrated by their human lover, they were drunk off of his cum.

"Maybe he's right, Pix," Villetta proposed. "Maybe we should show him that we’re ready for the real deal. I bet he’s never even tried goblin puss…”

“Goblin… puss?” Ben asked warily.

“Oh, you’ll love it! I hear we're a lot tighter and stretchier than human ladies!" Pixxy assured him. With the wolfish little grins on the girls' faces, Ben had no reason to doubt that they were willing to follow through on their threat.

"I get first!" Villetta declared as she scampered up higher. "It was my idea!"

"Ahh, no fair," Pixxy groaned. She still hopped off and sat her curvy bottom down on the professor's desk, kissing his face and stroking his chest while Villetta got herself situated. The horned goblin rested her hands on his firm upper body as she wiggled her hips, tracing her pussy along the end of his cock. Ben shuddered in his chair, his dick only getting harder and more sensitive as things went on. He tried for one last appeal to their decency.

"Girls, no! This isn't right and you know it! We shouldn't do this!"

"I don't know about you," Villetta said with another toothy smile. "But it sure does FEEL right!" She thrust her hips straight down, impaling herself on the monster shaft. She let out a huge gasp that made it look like she had hurt herself, but her shocked expression slid quickly into one of absolute delight. Her mouth hung open, giggling with idiotic glee until she started to drool over her big green tits. She hadn't even gotten half of his cock inside of her before it completely filled her and still he started to bounce up and down on it.

Her teacher was grunting and groaning, unable to contain the maddening pleasure that was flooding his brain through his groin. "I told you he loves it!" Pixxy laughed as she took his chin, turning him to kiss him fully on the mouth. He shuddered as her painted lips and thick little tongue tasted of sweat and cum from her last agonizing hour of worshipping his growing dick. He couldn't even shake his head or object as her mouth kept his busy.

Villetta was still bouncing up and down using her toes braced against Ben's thighs. Her saliva was still dribbling everywhere as her hefty tits jiggled with the rest of her. Even as she forced her pussy to stretch and take more of him, she was almost completely suspended by his dick. She bit her lip as she watched him squirm, a sexual prisoner to their horny goblin desires. It was her turn to be speechless as the cock she'd craved filled her to the brim and then some. Her long, low moans were abruptly cut off by a shrill shriek as she scratched her nails down his chest. Her already tight pussy clenched hard enough to send a jolt of pain through Ben's overly sensitive cock, followed by sense of heat and moisture pouring out of her. Villetta had orgasmed, but one could hardly tell from the outside beyond her violent shuddering. He had fucked her so completely full that there was no room for it to get out, like a cork in a bottle.

"Oooh, that was a big one!" Villetta purred, eyes rolling as she licked the drool from her lips. "You really know how to treat a girl like a fuckslut, Mr. P."

"Okay, now it's my turn!" Pixxy insisted, breaking her lips away from Ben as she scooted closer to his lap. The black teacher moaned miserably, shaking like he was barely able to breathe.

"Just a second. He's getting close. I can feel it," Villetta hissed, starting to grind on him again. Ben was so insanely sensitive he could feel her clit grinding over the tip of his penis. Her pussy was full of her thick, greasy cum that acted as even further lubricant on top of all the spit and jizz he'd accumulated before. Villetta had no problem milking another massive orgasm out of him, overflowing her tight green cunt as a mix of his and her cum poured out from the few thin openings at the edge of her lips. She finally slid herself off of his rod, letting a gushing flood of juices pour out onto his lap as she shuddered. Ben was amazed as just how much cum was in there, having never had a load that big.

"By the dark gods, he fucked me so hard I can taste it!" Villetta purred.

"I hope you left some for me!" Pixxy insisted, scampering onto his lap as Villetta swapped places with her.

"Oh, don't you worry, Pix." Even as she addressed her partner in crime, Villetta met Ben's eyes with a knowing glance. "That dick isn't going anywhere. A dose like that should leave him nice and big for a very, very long time."

"What?!" Ben almost managed to sit up in his surprise, but he the weakening potion quickly forced him back into his compliant position. He fumbled and laid back as Pixxy helped herself to his shaft, grinding against it like a miniature stripper pole before she finally fit it inside her (or rather, fit herself on top of it). Pixxy's eyes fluttered as she found her rhythm, pumping him in and out of her rather than leaving him entirely inside like Villetta had. She kept a hand on the desk to steady herself as she kept Ben slamming deep inside of her before sliding him back out with a thick sucking sound.

"Yesss! Wow, it's like he's fucking my brain!" Pixxy raved, her eyes growing wide while her pupils dilated. Both of the girls giggled and purred with delight (whenever Pixxy wasn't giving labored grunts from Ben's intensely deep penetration). Pixxy had her own shuddering squirt before she went on riding him for another.

"Doesn't it feel nice, Benny?" Villetta cooed into his ear. "Now you can be what you always wanted to be."

"No... stop... stop all of this," Ben muttered wearily. His erection was going strong but his mind was weakening. His dick was stronger than his willpower by now as the girls kept encouraging the change. They kept giving it more reasons to grow and stay hard.

"You know you wanted this," Villetta went on, stroking his cheek affectionately. "It's what every male wants: to be a brainless, horny bull who can please any woman and get some nice, warm pussy whenever he wants. To feel nothing but the heat of lust and pleasure..."

"What is... ah! What is wrong with you girls?! This has to stop!"

The goblins giggled with a drunken quiver to their voices, high on the smell and taste and feel of his empowered human semen. "You want it to stop? Give her one more. Do what you're born to do, you fuck monster. Use that giant gift of yours and fuck my friend shitless."

Ben tried to move, but he found that only his hips would budge. Pixxy gave a shrill squeak of delight as his rod started to move inside her, pumping her that much deeper and harder. The giggling goblin bounced up and down on his dick like a pogo stick as her breasts and head bobbed with each slamming thrust. Ben's cock took over as he plowed her senseless, a third heavy squirt of her pussy making him unable to bear it any longer. His heavy balls tensed and fired another load inside his student, leaving Pixxy absolutely screaming with pleasure. Her bouncing continued as the semen spurt out of her slit like a broken faucet, splashing the both of them in uncontrolled bursts of white.

Villetta couldn't help but lean off the desk and slurp up more of his precious seed off his dark skin. Pixxy hung suspended on his shaft for a moment, gasping for air and smiling like an idiot for a while. She finally slid herself off with a thick, wet noise and started to join Villetta in drinking every drop of the spilled cum from Ben's body.

"Wasn't that great?" Villetta asked, smiling and licking the cum from her lips. Ben was still flopped back into his chair, his erection standing straight up and throbbing as some tears came from his eyes.

"Aww, don't feel bad. We'll come and help out that big ol' cock of yours any time you want!" Pixxy assured him. She stood up on his lap to kiss his cheek before she hopped off and started to gather her clothes.

Villetta winked at her teacher as she slid off of him, grinding her pussy on his strong thigh for good measure. "Tell your wife we said hi. I'm sure she'll like the great big present we got for her!" The goblins redressed and opened up the door. Villetta spoke a quick magic word, breaking the potion's effect to let Ben move again. It left him alone, violated, and forever changed by the cursed cock they'd left for him.

The Goblin Coplin

Just a thought that came up in a thread off of 4chan about shortstacks. It came up about a sexy goblin police officer, and then people became more interested in her being competent, responsible,  and atypical while struggling with the natural instincts to breed and masturbate all day long. It's been well liked so far on the Patreon and hentai foundry, where I've been posting this stuff more often to gauge people's reactions since all I have to go on here is checking views. It turned out more sweet than lewd, but still ends up in goblin boning. Kind of ties into my Ghetto Goblin Girl story and the caption pics I did on the Patreon of the goblin becoming hooked on breeding, at least in Gretchen here defying those stereotypes.


“Come on, officer… Torque. I wasn’t going THAT fast.”

“It’s Officer Torke. Pronounced Tor-kay,” Gretchen corrected as she went on filling out the ticket. She did her best to look intimidating, maintaining an expression that gave off nothing but business and a dash of disapproving frown. It was the best she could do when she was three feet tall and needed an official police-distributed stepstool to look in through a car window. Gretchen Torque was one of scarce few goblins on the police force in her whole state, and the only one in Kent County. She was likely the only goblin cop (or “coplin” or gobby in the UK)  to actually take the job seriously. Given their nature, they tended to help the police as informants or by filling up their jail cells. Gretchen was one that wanted to prove all the stereotypes wrong.

She was on the short side, even for a goblin, considering they went from about three to five feet tall. She had short blue hair that curled up if she didn’t shower and lotion it every day. She kept it trim beneath her hat (which balanced itself on the edges of her broad ears), leaving it out of her pretty face that was a collection of button nose, freckles and tree frog-purple eyes. Her thick green skin had the same slightly pocked texture to it, but she took better care of herself than most to avoid the usual oily appearance. The uniform was just something she couldn’t fix. They didn’t have anything in her proper size, so her freckled boobs and wide hips pushed the uniform out to look trashier than she’d like. It could have been worse, compared to the other goblin girls she’d see on the streets, but she had to prove she wasn’t a stripogram on more than one occasion. They simply didn’t have any tops that weren’t down to her knees or exposing her underboob besides this one. She had dedicated herself to fixing up the pants herself to shorten a larger pair, and even then they hugged her butt way tighter than she wanted them to.

“You can’t be serious… my wife’s gonna kill me.” The driver groaned and slumped back into his driver seat. “I can’t afford this.”

“Should have thought of that before going 75 in a 50 zone, sir,” Gretchen said dismissively as she pulled out the ticket. She went to hand it over when the middle-aged guy took the incoming hand in his. It was warm and big and strong and it made the little goblin’s heart race.

“Look, you’re a goblin. I work with a few in my office,” the guy said carefully as he put on a more reasonable smile. “I know you’d be willing to just tear up that ticket if you maybe… drove off somewhere secluded, wasted an hour or two together, and we both leave a little happier. Right?”

“Are you… trying to get out of this ticket with sex?” Gretchen asked warily.

“I mean, off the record. It’s what you goblins crave, right? I’ve read the articles online. I’ve seen you green girls giving it out for free on the streets in the right time of year. Come on. It’ll be fun.”

“Wellll… when you put it that way…” Gretchen took back the ticket and the man grinned. She tucked it under her arm while she got her ticket book back out and scribbled another. “Here’s another for trying to solicit an officer.” The man’s face went pale as she handed him the pair of tickets. “If I were you, I’d suggest paying the fine. Wouldn’t want to go to court over it and have your wife find out about the things you said, would you?”

Gretchen smiled with her smooth and sharp teeth before she hopped off and picked up her stool. She kept her own wedding ring on her keychain in her pocket when she was on duty. She didn’t want to risk it getting lost or broken when she was “busting a perp” as the rookies liked to call it. She tried to be more mature than that. That wasn’t what she’d gone to college for, and it wasn’t what her mom had raised her to be like. Of course, sometimes it felt like that was all Gretchen did these days: everything she could to avoid being labeled as the same horny, sleazy cons and goblin sluts that made up her race’s population.

Gretchen climbed back into her squad car (with the seat boosted all the way up and her old training handbook beneath her butt) and drove off to leave the guy with something to think about and a few hundred dollars to pay. She went a few miles out to where she could park near the highway and collect her thoughts. She took a long drink of her water before she shuddered. She was a married goblin with a respectable job and steady income, and still it bothered her. There would always be that piece of her brain that pumped her full of the instinct to jump at every possible chance for a quick fuck.

Goblins were a relatively recent addition to actual modern society, legally recognized as people a couple of generations ago. They had some footholds, mostly from carving themselves a chunk of downtown where they swarmed their specialized apartments and ran their own underground market. They were a lot more in touch with their instincts than humans, and goblins were scavengers. They ate whatever they could and bred at any opportunity, as if they were still afraid of being swept up by a hawk or a wolf or an especially mean deer.

It was what made just the intimate touch of the stranger make Gretchen hold her breath and wait out the next fifteen minutes in the privacy of her car. "Don't think about dick. Don't think about dick. Don't think about dick..." She looked at herself in the rearview mirror, willing herself to fight off the hormones and the stereotypes and the expectations. She had proved everyone wrong at her recruitment training. That her stubby legs and big boobs wouldn't slow her down in the obstacle course. That she could shoot and fight as good as all the humans. And perhaps most proudly, that she had a senior officer offer her a quick fuck in the background and she had calmly declined and then reported him to their trainer. Of course, she had to go home and masturbate long into the night thinking about the incident, but the guy was promptly fired for sexual harassment and a short while before she graduated. It made her a huge hit with the lady officers.

Now, Gretchen tapped her foot on the floor of her squad car. It just made her thigh jiggle and rub against her crotch. "Don't masturbate. Don't masturbate. Don't masturbate," she reminded herself in a fresh mantra. She reached out and touched the keychain, rubbing the little gold wedding ring so that the diamond scratched harmlessly against her fingers. That while staring into the mirror finally grounded her in reality again. She sighed and settled back into her seat, letting the air conditioning cool her down when the radio crackled to life.

"Officer Torke, we've got some reports of a disturbance down on Conch Street behind Parson's Pawn. You need any backup?"

Gretchen had lucked out and worked with one of the female officers before she was deemed able to patrol on her own. "I should be fine. I'll keep you updated," she reported back in the comm before starting off towards the location. The spot was often a source of trouble. The houses were tightly packed together in that part of town, which left narrow alleyways and limited view from the outside. Sure enough, she found a half dozen goblins playing an old fashioned shell game on a folding card table. One male goblin in a cheap dress-shirt and grimy slacks was behind the table, grinning as the rest pointed and shouted over the player's shoulder.

Gretchen parked and let out a few half-started whoops with her siren that sent half the patrons running before she even got out of the car. The rest stayed put out of petrifying fear or confidence. "Okay, guys. You ready to show me a license to be running these kinds of games?" Gretchen started as she walked calmly down the alley. The players shuffled and avoided her eyes, but the one running the game turned his frown into another knowing grin.

"Hey there, officer. What's the problem here?"

"Gambling without proper license, reports of a disturbance, and illegal use of private property," she reported curtly. "Fact is, I haven't seen any of you exchanging money, so if you pack it up and go, you've done nothing wrong. As far as I know." She was trying to be fair and give them a shot to walk away.

"Ah, come on. It's part of our culture," the host of the game insisted. "Takin' idiots from their money. At least I'm pretending to have a business to it instead of thievin' like the rest of these clowns."

"Crime's still a crime," she refused. "No matter who's doing it or how severe. So disperse or tell it to them down at the station."

The gamblers seem to get the point and shuffle off, but the one behind the rest of it gave her a sneer. "Well lookit that. Guess some of us scum get to float to the top. The humans got you on a leash or has you got a rich male that got you this high by balancing on his dick?"

Gretchen's face ran a flush of red across her speckled nose. "I got myself here. And no business of yours, but I'm married."

"No you're not," the vendor sneered. "Then where's your tattoos?"

"He's a human."

The semiformal creep laughed sharply. "Oh, that's it. You got yourself a job when you're not knocked up on humie juice?" He spat with a particular precision that landed right on her cleavage. "Your kind make me sick. Bunch of pink-jumpin'..."

Gretchen caught him by his bald head and mashed it into the nearest wall. "I try to play nice!" she snapped indignantly as she clapped the cuffs onto one of his wrists. "You've got the right to remain silent that I'm sure you'll ignore. You've the right-"

She had the goblin cuffed when another, larger male grabbed her from behind and threw her to the ground. She wasn't sure who he was or where he came from, but he got her on her stomach and used his bulk to pin her down. All of Gretchen's instincts said to stay down. They wanted her to roll over. To show him her belly and spread her legs in submission and a silent plea to knock her up in the dirty alley in the middle of her shift. Her instincts were always pretty useless in a fight.

She breathed heavily for few seconds, her breasts puffing against the pavement before she let her mind take over again. She caught the handle of her nightstick and caught her attacker in the jaw with the handle. He let out a quick yowl as she smashed an elbow into his ribs and made him tumble off. She rose to her hip and drove a boot into his snout, sending a tooth and some blood from his nose and lips. He howled and clutched his face as he rolled around, so Gretchen stood up and spiked the tip of her baton into his soft gut. With him finally winded, she whirled around and took out the knee of his boss before he could make a coordinated run for it. She grabbed the radio from her belt to call for backup; not because she was especially hurt at all (goblins were squishy and stretchy enough to absorb a lot of that kind of abuse), but just because there was no way she'd be able to drag the bigger one into her car by herself.

Once they were picked up and Gretchen dusted off and calmed down again, she assured the other officers she was fine to continue with her patrol. It was a few more speeding tickets and some loiterers, making it a pretty slow day after the gamblers. The last big thing she found was a car parked outside of the local school. She saw the subtle rocking that begged her to not come a’knocking, but she had her duties. Worst case it was a perv, best case it was someone who could use some help.

In truth, it was somewhere in between. She could hear the moans and grunts, and a tanktop was tossed recklessly over the top of the passenger seat. She rolled her eyes and knocked her baton on the door. There was some hushed whispers before they opened the door. There was a pair of high schoolers; a human boy and a goblin girl. The goblin was as short as Gretchen was, if only almost as busty, but with blonde pigtails that had to be dyed. Goblin hair just didn’t come that bright and clean of a bleach blonde. She had a bra that barely stuck on her chest and some makeup that had been amateurly applied to her face and nails. Her big green eyes tried to avoid the officer’s gaze, while the human at least tried to stay in front of her with his unzipped pants.

“Oh. Uh. Hi, officer. We were just… reviewing. For an exam.”

“Really didn’t have a better excuse, huh?” Gretchen asked with a knowing gaze.

“Uh… no, ma’am.” The big guy with the long, shaggy hair let his awkwardly long legs dangle over the edge of the car.

“This your car?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Gretchen gave the flustered and blushing goblin girl a look. To his credit, the guy tried to shuffle to obstruct her view of her. “Look, I don’t have to tell you what’s wrong with all this, do I, son?”

“No, ma’am.” It was clear the guy was weirded out being called “son” by a lady half his size, but it made Gretchen stifle a smug grin.

“Right. Good. Now, I’d like a word with the young lady back there. After that, you can go ahead and drive her home and drop her off. Does that sound fair?” The girl anxiously twirled one of her pigtails and the guy bit his lip, but he looked at his sloppy makeout partner and shrugged.

Gretchen didn’t bother with taking her to her car and just took the goblin girl around the corner (Gretchen had to remind her to put her top back on first). She sat her on a bench and decided to try to wrap with her. She was young and impressionable, after all.

“Look… what’s your name, kid?”

“Trixie.”

Ouch. Uphill battle. “Well, Trixie, I know there’s a lot of history about us goblins. And not all of it’s great. But the same goes for humans. They’re not all pride and sunshine. They made mistakes and got confused just like the rest of us. I mean, look at me. I’ve got respect and pride, and a good paycheck. That’s a lot more than a lot of goblins have. And you know what? I never had to fuck anybody to get here. All it took was my folks telling me that I could do it. I just want you to know that you’ve got options, right? You can wait until marriage, save yourself, and you’ll know that partner really cares about because you saved sex just for him. I’m not saying like… like, a little before marriage is okay. I’m not saying be psycho about it. But take it easy. You’re better than those urges. You should always use protection, otherwise you’re gonna end up one of those sluts with a dozen kids hanging off their tits and so fat they can barely walk. You don’t want to end up as one of those hookers, do you?”

Trixie blinked at her, realizing there was a moment of quiet from Gretchen’s rambling. “Uh… I am?”

“You’re saving for marriage?” Gretchen asked skeptically. Was she one of those kids who was trying to get married while they were still in school?

“No, I’m like, a hooker. Already.” She went back to twirling one of her pigtails.

“So… he was…?”

“Mmmmmaybe?”

Gretchen frowned. “...can I see some ID?” Trixie pulled out her license. She was 28. Two years younger than Gretchen. Gretchen hung her head and sighed. “Oh for the love of…” she grumbled as she took out the cuffs.



Gretchen ended up letting the boy go and Trixie getting promptly processed and bailed out by her pimp. She ended her patreon and went back to work out in the gym for a little while before some of the other female officers stopped by while she was working on the heavy bag. They had heard about the assault in the alley, and share their sympathies and encouraging the capable little goblin gal. They treated her as one of the girls, always making a good impression for the ladies as much as she was goblins. They loved to go on about how she was so strong and independent, and how they had human friends with less self-respect than they did. It did Gretchen’s heart good. Still, when they were going out for drinks and invited her along, but she politely declined. She had a date with her husband, which they gushed over being so sweet.

When the day finally ended, she popped her wedding ring back on and hurried back home (well within the speed limit of course) until she jumped out of her car and threw her car keys into the basket on the low shelf by the door. “Ughhhh. Today!” she groaned as she immediately started to unbutton her top.

“That bad?” Alan Torke was watching TV in the living room, waiting for her like an overly casual but loyal dog. There was no dinner ready, but she was never exactly hungry when she got home.

“Worst in a long time,” she grunted as she lost the pants as well. She peeled off her panties by the time she was in the living room, throwing them into the laundry hamper he had left out in preparation for her return. She hated to admit how much of the dampness of her panties was from raw arousal compared to her sweat. “I have had so many creeps touching and grabbing me that it’s like a fucking hot tub down there.”

“Poor baby,” Al cooed as he pulled his pants down. He knew she didn’t like to be kept waiting longer than she had to or else she started to get crabby. He slid a condom on that he’d kept handy and held open his arms so that she didn’t even have to slow down. Gretchen jumped into his lap and wiggled into him, pressing her tits on his chest. With a single thrust and a firm grunt from the both of them, she sheathed her husband inside of her. Gretchen gave a long, drawn out sigh as she finally felt Al back inside her pussy like a piece missing from her puzzle. Her eyelids fluttered briefly as the ribbed rubber ran through her.

“Fuuuuuck yes. Thank you, sweetie,” she moaned, kissing him on the lips. “I needed that.”

“So what’s the matter?” he asked as he started to rub her shoulders. She shut her eyes and purred as her hips started to buck in a lazy rhythm.

“Just dealing with a bunch of shitheads today,” she groaned. “This jerkass tried to seduce me to get out of a ticket, and I had to kick some asses when some fuckers in an alley thought they were tough.”

“Poor thing,” Al consoled patiently as he hugged her more tightly. Her breasts squished up until they forced their way over his shoulders before flopping back down when her hips pumped down onto his covered cock.

“Ugh, and I met this streetwalker fucking this human boy in a car. I gave her a lecture about underage sex and self respect before I figured out she was a whore…” She grunted as she leaned harder into her next thrust, taking him all the way in and holding him there like a vaginal thermometer before she backed off again.

“Ooh boy. I mean, what are you gonna do? Goblins can get like that.”

“Not when they’ve got a great guy like you to come back to,” Gretchen muttered, burying her face into his neck and peppering him with kisses. He let loose a laugh as she turned around, sitting in his lap and leaning her back into him. Alan slid his hands under her arms to lift her up an inch or two, letting her get comfortable before sliding his shaft back into her snatch. She shuddered and almost went limp as she laid on him, breathing heavily as she started to bounce her hips on him more intently.

“I'm such a horny monster,” Gretchen muttered softly between her pouty lips.

“You're my wife. You're supposed to be a little dirty when you're around me.” Al kissed at one of her wide ears and she tingled all over, making her fidget and clench around his dick.

“You perv,” she whispered like a sensual secret as she ran a hand through Alan's hair. She laid back against him as naturally comfortable as if Alan's dick were her favorite chair, grinding until the slight bulge pushed out of her lower belly. Alan wasn't ridiculously hung (though she'd never tell him that) but at her size it didn't matter. Humans equaled big and hard, so her body naturally loved it all and fought to fit all she could inside her.

Alan could tell when she was starting to relax. Her mouth stayed open but she'd stopped griping about her day. Her eyes stayed just barely open and she breathed in these long, slow breaths as if she was falling asleep. After resisting her urges all day at work, she just wanted to indulge in something. Who was he to complain?

He felt himself reaching his limit, so he went for their usual signal. He grabbed Gretchen by the breasts and squeezed them like a pair of green stress balls. It instantly made her little toes curl and a husky cry escape her lips. She bent her legs to brace her feet on his thighs, starting to squat up and down in as firm as rapid a fucking as she could give. Alan bit his lip and had to grab one of the chair’s arms to steady himself as he came inside her. Even with it cut off by the condom, her goblin pussy sensed the shift in pressure and opened up wider. It let him drive his cock even deeper inside her, making Gretchen emit one last scream of bestial pleasure before cumming herself. A quick squirting of her juices onto the carpet and she was left slumped against him, breathless and witless as he hugged her tightly around the ribs.

“Yea… I super needed that one,” Gretchen muttered. She climbed off of his dick and turned to investigate his erection. “The condom stayed on, right? Nothing got out?”

“No, you're clean,” Alan reported. She always asked. They thought of having kids someday, but neither wanted that just yet (despite what Gretchen’s hormones said sometimes).

“Good. I am not ready to turn myself into a walking watermelon yet. Did you hear they've made a drug that can put us in heat 24/7? What's wrong with those people?”

“They're goblins. They'll do what they want, and people will keep trusting them. I know a girl who got on those pills at the office. They say she's never felt happier. Had to hire some new girl for her replacement and everything.” Alan had pulled on his pants and went to turn on the stove to start making dinner. “Besides, you'd make a cute little melon, Gret.”

The goblin cop wiggled back into her panties and followed him to the kitchen, giving him an approving slap on the ass. “Right. I bet you'd like that, you overgrown perv.”

“Says the girl who needs a dick everyday after work.”

“Its genetic!” Gretchen said with a huff as she took the milk from the fridge. She let Alan get some of the food going before she shuffled over and hugged his leg. “I'll tell you what, though… even if I were a human, I'd still be addicted to you.”

“Bet you wouldn't be half as cute if you were.” He rubbed a hand through her hair as she nuzzled his crotch, tempting herself with his familiar scent. The idea of their post-coital dinner had her hungry, but more intense were her cravings for seconds on her husband’s dick. She gave a small groan of defeat as she pulled his pants back down.

“I'm so pathetic,” she groaned.

“Hey.” Alan caught her by the chin when she was halfway to his cock, her mouth still hanging open. “You're a good girl and a hard worker. You earned this.” She closed her mouth enough to smile up at him. “You just happen to be my dicksucking greenbean slut too.”

“You're such a sweetheart,” she giggled as she blushed. She let him get back to his cooking while she wolfed down his member.

Skullgirls Shortstackification: Squigly

Technically a sequel to the Ms. Fortune story. Another transformation story about one of the skullgirls getting turned into a slutty half-sized little lady.

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?"