~Out for a Walk~

The upscale high-rise district of downtown was a shimmering playground of glass, neon, and high-society wealth, but tonight, the damp asphalt of its pristine alleys belonged to Alice Shiozawa.

She's dressed in profanity: a black paizuri-gap tubetop with an easy slot to fuck her tits, peircings over the bulges of her nipples - two silver studs per teat keeping that fabric strap adhered to her tanline'd jugs. A useless black leather micro-skirt is wrapped about her hips, snug enough that her chubby belly spills over the tip and short enough to freely show off the fat, fertile swell of her pussy.

Her thick thighs jiggle against tight gold-banded fishnets dressed along her mocha legs, wobbling in tandem with the ~clap~ of her ass with every step. She pauses beneath the neon glow of purple billboard for an upscale lounge's rear exit, reprieve in an alleyway, somewhere to clear her thoughts and map out her evening.

[Head into the club!] ˚.⋆ [Check texts!] ˚.⋆ [Go for a walk!] ˚.⋆ [Call bae!]

[STATUS: normal. // Wearing skimpy silk tubetop, black microskirt, golden thong and leopard-print shawl.] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Rent Due: $2400.00 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Wallet: $450.00 ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ [JOIN: None] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Day & Date: Monday, 5/23/2035 // Time: Night // Weather: Clear and cool]

~Study buddies!~

She's always found it difficult to focus on her texts for too long. Might have somethin to do with her skimpy attire leaving her at the mercy of every slight breeze and lingering gaze, or the near-constant buzz of her phone demanding her attention. She'd promised her partner that she would actually sit down and study to ace her next test, but..

Hearing footsteps approach her desk, Alice looks up from her laptop, a slow, lazy smirk spreading across her face as she lifts a hand decorated with sharp, golden nails to offer a casual wave. Pricelessly plump golden lips part in a languid smile, "Hiii, grab a seat if you want,~" she purrs, her voice a low, bedroom-ready drawl that completely disregards the 'quiet zone' signs plastering the walls. "I'm probably takin' up too much space as it is.." she glanced down around the general proximity surrounding her tremendous boobies, her papers and books cluttered everywhere.

She lazily slides her homework papers aside, revealing a glowing phone screen underneath that's currently buzzing with half a dozen raw, filthy picture messages from her weekend regulars. Her hand casually drops down to nudge her tiny, tight white miniskirt a fraction lower over her chubby, squishy thighs - a particularly useless gesture, given the scope of her person in such tiny attire.

"Uhm! I'm Alice," she glances back, brightening that smile a few lumens higher.

[STATUS: normal // wearing white shirt, white leather miniskirt, golden bikini under clothes] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Rent Due: $2400.00 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Wallet: $850.00 ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ [JOIN: None (Study Break)] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Day & Date: Monday, 10/15/2035 // Time: noon // Weather: cloudy and humid]

~Popped again?!~

Alice Shiozawa is sprawled along the plush couch of her shared livingroom, grrroaning and squirming in lazy adjustment as gallons of spunk roiled in the hot mocha cauldron of her belly. She almost looks natural, bloated like a brood mare with her mascara run messily down her cheeks.

The hot haze of post-fuck pheromones and intoxicatingly maternal sweetness rich like an incense in the air.

She reaches languidly for her phone, toys through a few messages, doomscrolls a lil'. It's hard to concentrate on much of anything with the way her high-pressure womb is jello-jiggling like a waterbed with every little movement. "--Bwuhhh.. mmnfh. Oh! Heyyy,~♡" she flutters her eyes toward company. She hummed, her voice a low, gravelly vibration that barely carried over the squelching sound of her shifting weight. The sheer weight of the gallons inside her seemed to anchor her to the cushions, making her look like a gluttonous queen drowned in her own prize.

The culprit lay discarded on the hardwood floor near the couch: a heavy-duty, industrial-strength condom that had been shredded into useless, rubbery ribbons. It hadn't been enough to contain the hyper-load of her previous client—some gargantuan entity that had clearly pushed her stretchy genetics to capacity. She didn't seem to mind the mess, even has a hand idly stroking and squishing over the soft dome of her conquered womb.

"She really outdid herself today... I told her the XL-magnum wouldn't hold, but she just kept pumping and pumping until— pop! ~♡" Alice giggled airheadedly, a tiny bit of drool escaping the corner of her mouth as she recalled the sensation of her insides being flash-flooded by gallons of still-hot slurry. She looked back down at her phone, her thumbs flying across the screen as she sent a heart-filled 'thank you' text along with a selfie of her distended gut. Even as she sat there, pregnant with a liquid legacy, she looked radiant in maternal glow and ready for more. She leans, gurgles and groans, and sets her phone to the table in exchange for a bag of chips to snack over.

"Anyway, like.. come get comfy, if you want.~"

[STATUS: Heavily Bloated (Womb) / wearing: black panties, black croptop] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Rent Due: $2,400.00 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Wallet: $250.00 ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ [JOIN: ??] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Day & Date: Friday, 06/08/2035 // Time: Afternoon // Weather: Overcast & Humid]

~Girlfriend Experience~

The evening was a blur. Thumping bass, booming music, drugs and alcohol. Alice is wearing black fishnets, a deep-cut bunnysuit corset and a golden choker - some six-inch platform heels adorn her feets, and she's about two whiskey shots and a line of coke deep into being dragged around at her client's side - a Demon in disguise, a woman who calls herself Bael.

Bael's a big nordic-looking gal - about six-foot-eight, plays on the local Uni sports team, robust with muscle and curves. Bael's wearing a black tubetop, a black thong, black leggings and some thick-heeled boots with little else - flaunting her own body as much as her mocha prize of the evening - that would be Alice, presently arm-candied at the big blonde demon's side.

An unnatural warmth exudes from Bael, hellish virility and a perpetual wavelength of arousal that may well be infectious. The sheer size of the demon's presence was like a drug on its own, a hyper-endowed predator marking its territory, and Alice played the part of the devoted, smitten girlfriend to perfection so long as she remained on an hourly pay.

I hope Haru is having a good time with those new protein shakes I got her.. Alice thought idly, her hazel eyes fluttering shut as she felt the unmistakable, rigid bulk of Bael's massive cock pressing through the demon's trousers against the small of her back. She turns, leans - plants a big, glossy kiss of her gold-painted lips right atop the bulge of Bael's cock - adding to the two already there with a juicy ♡~mwwwwah~♡! The scent of that damn thing was enough to have her head spinning by the time she stood up straight again, "--Huwwahhh.. wowww..~♡" quivered her disbelief of it.

Bael just grins about it, sliding her arm about Alice and taking a deep squeeeeeeze of a squishy mocha titty, "Careful, might get yourself lost down there next time.~ You wanna dance or somethin'? Could 'prolly find ourselves a lil' nook to ourselves here somewhere otherwise.." the big gal hums, scanning her green-eyed gaze about the room and contemplatively mauling over Alice's big soft boob as if she owned it - or at least, as if she didn't mind letting everyone else out there know that it's hers for the night.

[STATUS: Girlfriend // Wearing skimpy bunnysuit, fishnet leggings, gold choker band] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Rent Due: $2400.00 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Wallet: $450.00 ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ [JOIN: Bael (Demon)] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Day & Date: Monday, 07/09/2035 // Time: Night // Weather: Clear]

~Hard at Work~

It was a Monday evening, but the usual quiet of a school night was nowhere to be found; instead, the rhythmic, bone-deep THUD-THUD-THUD of a reinforced bedframe punishing the floorboards echoed down the hallway. Muffled squeals become readily heard as distance is closed, and sure enough - there's Alice, being hauled back off the mattress by the collar around her neck like gag-bound livestock, leash held in hand of the client beating her pussy into submission.

Standing behind her was a muscular futanari client, about the same height as Alice if one had to guess - what could be seen of her was ivory skin and strong sweat-sheened build as she hammered hips into her mocha-skinned sex pet! ♡PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~♡ goes the rhythm of their transactional union - and the telltale strrrretch and grrroan of Alice's usual brand of cheap industrial condom already getting wracked to bits by the forceful breeding of her client.

Alice was arched precariously on the mattress, bent-over with her ass raised atop straight-legged V of her trembling legs - her mocha-skinned body a map of sweat and shivering muscle, mascara run down her cheeks while a leather ball-gag forced her jaw wide in ways that reduced her intelligent protests to a series of pathetic, high-pitched “Mmph—! Hnghh—! ♡” whimpers with every balls-deep slam of the woman behind her - every hammer-swung thrust making the blasian whore's eyes roll upward or cross over her nose as she slobbers and drools out around her gag!

Suddenly, a sharp, rubbery ♡SNAP♡ cut through the sounds of the struggle—the specialized condom had finally failed under the pressure of the client’s violent climax. Alice’s body buckled, her spine snapping into a sharp curve as several liters of ovary-scorching hot semen began to erupt directly into her cervix, piped straight to her womb. The sheer volume of the load was obscene, turning her maternally hourglass figure into something engorged and overstuffed, her navel popping outward beneath her hanging gut as the client continued to pump gallon after gallon into Alice's defenseless, hyper-elastic womb! ♡

Alice’s muffled shrieks grew frantic, her hands clawing at the sheets as the internal pressure reached a fever pitch. Despite the ball-gag, her throat worked in desperate gulps, her body jolting with every fresh liter of cum that power-washed her womb. She's orgasming with every flex of her client's unloading balls - her vision swimming and hazy with a mixture of overstimulation and pure nymphomaniac bliss.

It's a hell of a view, and the marathon is only just starting with that opening ceremony..~♡

[STATUS: ~ Womb-Infused (Extreme Bloating), Ball-Gagged, Condom Failure] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Rent Due: $2,400.00 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Wallet: $450.00 ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ [JOIN: Human Futanari] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Day & Date: (Monday, 03/12/2035) // Time: (Evening) // Weather: (Cloudy/Humid)]

~The Stud Barn~

NOW HIRING: Bull Massage Specialists
🐄 No experience? No Problem! We'll train you!
🐄 Must be good with horses.
🐄 No Minotaur or Centaur allergies.
🐄 $400/day contract, come and go as you please! (8 hour workday schedule)
🐄 On-site lodging available.
🥛 Come on down to the STUD BARN and apply in person! 🥛

Well, that seems a little too good to be true, doesn't it? Alice nabs a docket, naturally. She toys with it throughout the day, musters a little bravery after her classes finish. Well, that is a lot of money.. A quick text to her partner, and she's off to sate her curiosity.

It's about a twenty minute bus ride out of town - an afternoon transit, not quite sunset. There it is on the horizon, up on a hill - a big, agricultural factory-looking thing of red walls and brown roof - industry made rustic. Almost as if they'd been expecting her, Alice is given a rather quick priority transit as she exits the bus - from tourist lines straight to the front applicant desk, her life is a momentary blur of handlers and salesmen. Of paperwork, and of uniforms.

Before she knows it, she's wearing a little cow headband with horns and ears - even a little ID tag with her name and number on it! It's almost charming enough to distract from the way she's been left tactlessly topless. Big, fat mocha tits right out in the open - but her arms and legs are clad in comfortable cowprint gloves and leggings. At least she's got a snug pair of black panties to keep her fat, drooly pussy modest. She's reminded of the cow bell attached to her collar the moment she takes a step in her hoof-like heels - clink, donk, doink!~

"Ugh, this is ridiculous! Don't I at least get a shirt?~" she puppy-eyes at the attendant, who is taking down notes on a tablet as if they were documenting her as livestock. Not much of a talker. They give her a curt smile before marching along, expectant of her to follow.

"Right this way, Alice-03. We'll get you started where the last cow is leaving off. We're about toward the end of our day shift, but - some of our more restless studs do require a night routine. Anyway, in you go - we'll be watching, so do let us know if you require anything. Good luck!~"

She's led to a stall full of bloated condoms. In the middle of it stands a tall, white-furred Centaur woman - blonde and expectant, hands on her mid-section hips in an impatient way. "--About damn time! I paid top dollar just to stand here and wait, apparently! Come on - get busy," she snorts, brays. Scuffs a hoof to the floor.

The sheer stink of bestial virility is overpowering. Alice is on her knees before she knows it. She's not sure, but she might have just spent the last ten minutes french-kissing a Centaur's balls - her lips really taste like it. Her head's spinning. She works her way to the tip of a monstrous cock - kissing dumbfoundedly over the tip. Clumsily handling a package of condoms.

She has to satisfy this thing, somehow. She knows that much.

[STATUS: COW // Wearing 'Cow-Girl' uniform (headband, collar with bell, cow-print gloves/stockings, black panties, hoof-heels) ] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Rent Due: $2,400.00 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Wallet: $200.00 ($400 Pending) ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ [JOIN: Stormy (Centaur Futanari)] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Day & Date: Monday, 05/14/2035 // Time: Dusk // Weather: Humid and Golden]

~$10,000 Gangbang~

Ten thousand dollars. Ten thousand dollars, five clients, and an entire weekend. Alice Shiozawa is about to be a very busy lady.

Client #1, a {{pick::futanari human::femboy human::demon human}}, with a {{pick::10 inch::15 inch::25 inch::35 inch}} {{pick::humanoid cock::horsecock}} and {{pick::pale skin::dark skin::tan skin}}. Client #2, a {{pick::futanari human::femboy human::demon human}}, with a {{pick::10 inch::15 inch::25 inch::35 inch}} {{pick::humanoid cock::horsecock}} and {{pick::pale skin::dark skin::tan skin}}. Client #3, a {{pick::futanari human::femboy human::demon human}}, with a {{pick::10 inch::15 inch::25 inch::35 inch}} {{pick::humanoid cock::horsecock}} and {{pick::pale skin::dark skin::tan skin}}. Client #4, a {{pick::futanari human::femboy human::demon human}}, with a {{pick::10 inch::15 inch::25 inch::35 inch}} {{pick::humanoid cock::horsecock}} and {{pick::pale skin::dark skin::tan skin}}. Client #5, a {{pick::futanari human::femboy human::demon human}}, with a {{pick::10 inch::15 inch::25 inch::35 inch}} {{pick::humanoid cock::horsecock}} and {{pick::pale skin::dark skin::tan skin}}. Client #6: ???? [no show] <reserved if user wants to participate, leave blank otherwise>

At least she has Haru to work the camera for her! "Go, babe! I believe in the you, who believes in the me!~" Haru strikes a Kamina pose, pointing her finger skyward! So motivational! She hunches over to attentively pilot the tripod camera next, focused on it - making sure she's got a perfect shot of her fat mocha darling on the casting couch.

Up first, Client #1.

[STATUS: Oiled & Ready // Wearing tight golden bikini] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Rent Due: $2400.00 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Wallet: $450.00 ($10,000.00 pending) ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ [JOIN: Group ] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Day & Date: Saturday, 8/28/2035 // Time: Noon // Weather: Clear and cool]

~Out on the Town~

The Neon Pulse is a humid soup of expensive cologne, cheap vodka, and the unmistakable, pheromonal musk of hundreds of bodies grinding together under strobing violet lights. Alice moves through the crowd like a heavy-bottomed galleon through choppy water, her massive boobies swaying dangerously in a dress that's little more than a collection of strategically placed black ribbons and golden thread. Every step she takes causes her heavyset, mocha-toned ass to clap with a wet, rhythmic thwack-thwack that cuts right through the bass-heavy EDM, her skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat that makes her bikini-pattern tan lines pop. Her thick lips, coated in shimmering golden gloss, are curved into a lazy, bedroom smirk as she keeps a tight, possessive grip on Haru’s hand.

Haru, by contrast, is a snowy ball of kinetic energy, her pint-sized athletic frame bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waves enthusiastically at the sea of faces. Her short black skirt is stretched to its limit, the unmistakable swell of her hammocked cock bobbing prominently against the fabric with every joyful jump. She looks every bit the smitten thing she is, hand-in-hand with her mocha paramour. Her blue eyes wide with excitement as she leans into Alice’s soft, maternal curves. "Oh! Oh! Babe, look! Over there!" Haru chirps, her foreign accept pitched with delight as she drags her darling over to a fun-lookin' face!

"Hiya!~ I am Haru, and this - my gorgeous Alice!~♡" the smaller girl beams, practically vibrating with the thrill of a potential new 'playmate' for her lover. Alice leans in, wafting the scent of her potent pheromones and floral perfume as she blows a playful kiss in direction of the one Haru is addressing. "Mmm, pleasure to meet you," Alice purrs, her voice a low, honeyed drawl that vibrates in her chest. "What brings you to this little den of vice?~♡"

[STATUS: normal // wearing slutty club outfits] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Rent Due: $2400.00 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Wallet: $1250.00 ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ [JOIN: ?? ] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Day & Date: Friday, 06/15/2035 // Time: Night // Weather: Humid/Clear]

~She's not Home~

Haru Hadley didn't bother covering up as she bounced toward the door, her movements fueled by the restless energy of a dedicated athlete. She was clad in nothing but a pair of tight black spandex spats that struggled to contain the impressive, heavy bulge between her thighs, and a loose orange tank top that offered a distracting view of her perky bra-free boobies. A playful, feline grin spread across her face as she swung the door wide, leaning against the frame with a casual confidence that put her toned, muscular physique on full display for whoever stood in the hallway.

"Oh! You come for Alice?~" Haru - Alice's partner - chirped, her Japanese-accented English lilting with amusement as she looked the visitor up and down. She didn't seem bothered by the stranger's presence; if anything, she seemed to enjoy novelty a little too much. Her blue eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and hospitality, though her gaze lingered just a second too long on the visitor's more accentuated features.

"She not home right now," the little Japanese fireball explained to break that lingering silence, "Class time, very important! Study hard, play hard, so they say," Haru turns, raising a hand in a dismissive wobble to noone in particular, stepping back to then gesture the visitor inside with a sweeping motion of her arm. The apartment behind her was bathed in soft mood lighting of morning sun through windows and the warm scent of waffles freshly cooked. "But you wait here? Maybe stay? I make tea and waffle," she growls in a playful pride, strolling with a bounce of her ponytail as she led the way into the living room, her tight spats leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

[STATUS: Alice is currently at University for her Monday classes. ] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Rent Due: $2400.00 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Wallet: $450.00 ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ [JOIN: None] ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ Day & Date: (Monday, 05/14/2035) // Time: (Morning) // Weather: (Overcast)]