Stacked Against Short Odds

Roger parked her car in the only available spot, about a block away from the comic shop. The pedal extensions were loosening again, and she wasn't looking forward to spending time after the game to kneel down and lean into the footwell to tighten them up. The nearly 100 pounds of fatty flesh on her chest made that more painful than it would have been a year ago. But it was a chore she had to do every few days, it seemed.

Unclasping the seat harness with the custom restraint to keep her heavy, bulky breasts away from the wheel, she reached for her purse and threw it over her shoulder as she stepped down to the pavement. Even with the accessibility step, it was still awkward climbing up and down into the elevated seat cushion, and her new heels didn't make it any more graceful (though they did boost her height up to 4'2", which she found reassuring among all the towering giants who went about their day barely taking notice of her other than to stare at her chest).

Her short, strong legs carried her quickly to the storefront. It was Sunday morning, there wasn't a crowd. There weren't any customers at all as far as she could tell, though the low shelves did block her even lower view. She could hear chairs being shuffled to the table in the back room. Jeff and the others must be setting up for the game.

"Hey! There's our healer!" coworker Mark exclaimed as Roger peeked through the door. When he found out at the cell phone store that Roger was playing a TTRPG, he seemed eager to join. He hadn't been playing much, so Jeff helped him build a bard to round out their party. It really helped him come out of his shell among the group of former strangers, being expected to do silly things and come up with improvised songs on the fly. He was coming into his own as a player. Of course, he spent a lot of time sneaking glimpses of Roger's bust, just like he did at work. She'd let him do more than just look, if he asked. The powerless feeling that she was constantly at the mercy of others was also paradoxically her major turn-on.

"Flutters!" Debbie shouted from the store's break room. In a moment the lanky beanpole returned, arms laden with snacks. She worked at the shop and was always stockpiling a few munchies so the players wouldn't have to feed the vending machine with dollar bills. She dumped her haul onto the table and turned to pull Roger into a friendly hug.

"Um, hi Debbi-eeeeee!" she squeaked as the taller, thinner woman's deceptively strong arms squeezed her tightly. It didn't surprise her that the woman played a beefy barbarian in-game. Debbie was a big hugger, so it was a moment before Roger was able to touch the floor again. Debbie complimented her hair, which Roger always found odd because she never actually did anything with it. Debbie took her purse and set it on the table while Roger climbed up the step to her stool and let her tail hang down almost to the floor. The store owner had found what he called a 'drafting stool' in a second-hand shop that was high enough for her to sit at eye level with most of the other players. The lack of a back allowed her tail and little wings to move unrestricted. It also let her lean over and reach the onto table to retrieve her dice after a roll, but she still often had to rely on the other players to move her mini for her. It was a little embarrassing not to be self-sufficient like the others, but that also meant it was a little exciting.

After she took her player box out of her purse and started arranging her notebook, dice box, and gave Jeff her mini to place where they'd left off last week, Evan and Kelly filed in. They were in a long-term romantic relationship, but according to them neither wanted to actually tie the knot. They played a pair of rogues, Evan being the assassin and Kelly specializing in thievery; having two rogues in the party really helped them get out of some tight spots, and it drove a lot of interesting character and narrative moments. Especially since Roger played a straight-laced cleric; the two seemed to delight in exploiting Roger's innate passivity to get her character in trouble with her deity in-game.

It was a new experience for her, having to actually think of what kind of life her character would live, give her motivations and personality quirks (that didn't revolve around being ultra-busty), and trying to deal with consequences. This game had been going on for a year, far longer than any of the aborted campaigns from before. It was hard to keep her character's personality separated from her own sometimes. And there were so many players, too. They'd lost a couple of them to the demands of daily life, but none of them had simply walked out in disgust at Roger's play style this time around.

So the game wasn't able to get started until they had not only Audra (their wizard), but also Alex (a fighter), Cici (sorcerer, also named Cici "for the alliteration" she'd admitted, drawing both the chuckles and groans which she seemed to revel in), and Trevor (a paladin to a god that didn't get along with Roger's). It was a crowded table, and Roger was flanked by Audra to the left and Trevor to the right (grouping the two "holy rollers" together, as the in-joke went). Jeff, despite the demands placed upon him as the DM, was incredibly pleased to finally be gaming with such a large and mixed group of people for so long with minimal attrition.

"Okay everyone, well done so far! Break time," Jeff announced after they'd cleared the dungeon they'd been diving in for the last three sessions. It was two hours into the game, and they typically took about half an hour to forty-five minutes to enjoy some lunch. Debbie took the opportunity to check on the store, which was empty as usual on Sunday mornings. It was rare that their gaming drew anyone's attention, but it did hook a few new customers so the shop considered it worthwhile. Jeff, Audra, and Trevor sat around discussing the session so far, while Evan and Kelly went to make a fast-food run with a list of the group's usual requests. Alex was scrolling on his phone, looking up the items they'd found and trying to find the optimal build for his character's stats. Mark, seeing everyone else was occupied, whispered into Roger's ear on the way out of the room.

"Meet me out back in two minutes," he told her before leaving.

She'd wondered when he was going to make his move. Mark had been staring at her more than usual this game, and failed to suppress a pervy grin from creeping onto his face. He thought she didn't notice, but of course she did. She knew the entire reason Mark really joined the group a few weeks ago was to get a chance with her outside of work. And she knew they had about fifteen minutes before the food would arrive.

Taking her short notice seriously, Roger excused herself to the bathroom to take care of her own needs and clean up sufficiently beforehand. One thing she missed about being a guy during sexy times was the fact that 'holding it in' was sort of automatic when you had a dick. She looked at herself in the mirror. Still an adorable little pony woman, her face was all she could see in the reflection. It was blushing slightly at her racing thoughts, betraying her arousal for anyone to see. So she was extra discrete when walking past the gaming room towards the alleyway exit in back of the shop. She kept at least two condoms stocked at all times in her otherwise uselessly shallow front pockets, which meant she didn't have to grab one from her purse on the way out.

Mark was pacing with eager energy when she stepped out the door into the deserted space between buildings, away from the street and sidewalk traffic.

"Hey! Um, so... I've been thinking a lot about you lately," he said, not exactly nervous. "In fact, I can't really get you out of my mind. I think about you all day at work, and I really enjoy hanging out with you here every week," he told her while approaching slowly. "I mean, you're really pretty, you know?"

"Hmmm...." she mumbled. She knew where this was going, it was just a question of how. Was he going to make sure she was having fun and getting off too, or was he going to just use her body for his own gratification? She was honestly down for either one, but if she had her preference it would be mutual.

"And I've been watching you," he admitted casually. "The way you interact with the customers. The way you play here at the shop. You're really, really obliging, aren't you? Y'know, submissive?"

"Mmm-hmmm," she said, her face glowing brighter as Mark loomed closer. This line of questioning was a big tip-off.

"You really like, you know, doing what other people want you to." It wasn't a question.

"Um, yeah..." she stammered. Do it, Mark. Surprise me. Use all our time to get me off, not just yourself. I'm all yours and I know you love it, you know I love it, just see it through. Please... "Yeah, I really like, um, doing... um... people... like, um... what they want..." she admitted, hoping her tendency to be demure and display the conflict between sexual drive and restraint would be enough to convince Mark that it was worth the time and effort to take her from start to finish.

It wasn't her first time fucking in an alley. The chance of being heard, of someone wandering in from the street and seeing her in the act, it was an incredible turn-on. And now there was the added spice of it being Mark, with whom she'd have to work beside all week, and game with here among their friends, knowing that the two of them had done the deed just behind the shop and that he'd be thinking about it every time he saw her from now on... that was its own little bonus.

"Well, I was wondering," he said, now standing in her personal space and forcing her to look up to face him. "I mean, I really want to see those special gifts of yours," he said. "Would you let me get a look?"

She nodded. It was the expected request, and her fingers were already tugging at the bottom of her hoodie (now customized with two slits in back to stick her wings through). But Mark reached down and took the reins instead, pulling her black hoodie up over her tits. They were covered by a tightly-stretched sleeveless top that hung freely a few inches below her waistline, just long enough to cover her front. But Mark didn't slip the hoodie all the way off. He left it pulled up around her elbows, restraining her arms above her head. Without pause, he pulled her shirt up, exposing her custom-made bra. It was white with floral prints, adding a touch of feminine beauty to an otherwise hefty garment.

"Nice," Mark said in obvious appreciation. He wasn't hiding his intentions. "I'd say they're a convenient height, wouldn't you?"

"Mmm-hmm," Roger agreed meekly.

"Here, let me get that for you," he said, leaning into her tits and reaching behind her back, their faces so close that she could smell the spicy cheese twists from their gaming session on his breath. His groping fingers found the velcro clasp, much larger than for most bras, and ripped it loudly. It was music to her ears, and it seemed to be amplified by the walls of the alley, potentially tipping off any passers-by. She wanted Mark to kneel down so she could grind against him, but he probably had other ideas about who was going to do the grinding. So far he was being predictable, but there was still a chance he might surprise her.

Anyway, Mark lifted the reinforced garment's cups up off of her thick, heavy tits, exposing her hardening nipples to the open air. She wished there weren't any red marks from the bra's seams and that her boobs could show off how nice and smooth they were without it, but it was unavoidable for the short time they had available right now. "Hold this," he said, lifting the front of the bra up to her face. With practiced efficiency, she bit onto the material and pulled her head back, holding the bra clear to give him an unobstructed view.

"God damn, Roger! You've got such a lewd little body under all that!" he said, kneeling down to put himself closer to eye level with her chest. "I bet you can't even reach these," he added, putting his hands out to trace around her nipples with this thumbs.

"Hmmm-nnnh," she confirmed through the mouthful of bra, her stomach fluttering at Mark's up-close appreciation of her figure while her arms were confined. She couldn't have stopped him even if she wanted to, and that knowledge was pumping her up enough to compensate for his somewhat disappointingly self-centered performance so far. There's still time, she thought to herself. He can take those hands and unbutton my shorts, strip me from the waist down, make me pose for him, and nail me to the wall. C'mon, Mark! Get creative! I promise it'll be a lot more fun for both of us!

Mark's mouth closed around one of her nipples while he tweaked another one by hand. His tongue was on her in an instant, lubricating her sensitive skin and pushing her teat around aggressively. She moaned through her hold on the bra. He teased her with the gentlest of tooth pressure, which she liked, but on the other hand (literally) he was pinching way too hard with his fingers, turning what should have been enjoyable breastplay into distracting amounts of pain that his quick turn to hard suckling couldn't make up for.

He wasn't great at this, she realized, resigning herself to the fact that she probably wasn't going to get off this time around despite the high-stakes risk of having sex out in public. The fact that her coworker was the one doing it with her helped amp her up, but she knew it was going to end early before she could get her own finish and that was frustrating.

As predicted, Mark quickly moved on from his sloppy breastplay and stood up again, looking down onto her face from nearly two feet above. "I bet you'd like something hot and stiff in between those soft funbags, wouldn't you?" he asked artlessly. Nevertheless, she nodded sincerely. Titfucks had their charm, and she did enjoy the feel of a throbbing cock squished between her boobs. The added element of degradation, of being relegated to a pair of breasts used to pleasure a man's member, gave her a little thrill too. He was even scoring some bonus points for having the foresight to confine her arms and do it in an alleyway. The thing she regretted was that it would probably stop there.

She couldn't see what she heard; Mark unbuttoning his fly and unzipping. He shimmied a bit to lower his pants, probably his underwear too. Then he took both hands and placed them on either side of her bosom, pulling them forward. A warm, smooth tip poked her cleavage. There was already a drop of fluid that cooled rapidly on her skin. He prodded her for a bit, then shifted his hands to push her tits apart. She glimpsed his dick for the moment before he released his hold and her breasts fell back together with a dull, heavy clap around it. Mark's was pretty average, at least in her experience. Despite his few inches of extra height, he didn't seem any more gifted than Roger had been a year ago. Nevertheless, she moaned gratefully as she felt his shaft stiffening and throbbing in its soft confines. He did do some manscaping, at least; his patch was trimmed to a medium length and their stiff, bristly texture tickled the front of her chest as he shifted around to make himself comfortable.

But he made an amateur mistake right from the start. With no lube, even her fatty tits would start chafing him soon. Either he planned to have her slick him up orally at some point, or he didn't plan on lasting long enough for this to be a problem. Or maybe this was his first titfuck... actually, she was leaning more in that direction. It wasn't hers, that was for sure. Either way, Mark started immediately by rolling her breasts together with his dick in the middle, shifting their weight and position to creation stimulating friction on the hot cock buried in them.

"Fuck yeah," he said in a barely hushed tone as he started getting into it. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. I bet you've thought of it more than once, right?" he asked. She nodded as he warmed up. It was true; several times she'd fantasized about Mark taking her to the front of the store and using her body in for all the customers and passers-by to watch. Then, after using her and making her cum like a little slut for all to see, he'd ask for some audience participation. It was her go-to workplace sex fantasy. It wasn't always Mark; sometimes it was their boss, David. Sometimes it was one of her fellow female coworkers, Ellen or Taneika. She'd pretty much mentally made the rounds of her workplace already in her little fantasies.

In a couple of minutes, Mark was thrusting more rhythmically and energetically, one time even bumping into her sternum with a loud "fuck!" of surprised discomfort that echoed through the alley. This was definitely his first go at fucking cleavage, she decided. He probably wasn't getting sore yet, or at least not enough to dampen his enthusiasm, since he continued to rock against her huge flesh-cushions eagerly.

She could tell he was past the mid-way point by the way he kept adjusting his pace, and the look on his face: his eyes closed more often than open and his teeth occasionally clenching, otherwise he was breathing heavily. His hands were manipulating her boobs on autopilot, since his attention was 100% focused on the sensations transmitted by his dick to his brain.

He didn't care that she was starting to get wet downstairs; he clearly wasn't planning on making use of it. Disappointed, she turned to her fantasies to heighten the experience for herself.

In the cell phone store, sitting on her stool, lying to a young couple about how incredible the plans on offer were, suddenly Mark calls her to the front of the store. All eyes, employee or or customer, are on her as she hops down from the stool that's almost as tall as she is and approaches the confident, hungry-looking Mark. He immediately spins her around and lifts up her shirt. She'd gone without a bra, of course, and her naked (and thus, unmarked) chest was on full display. He pulls it free of her arms and wings, then unclasps the waistband of her pants above her tail before opening up her fly and sliding her work slacks down to her ankles, giving everyone a glimpse of her only stitches of underwear. He tells her to kick the pants off and remove the panties, leaving only her height-boosting heels on her yellow body as everyone watches with rapt interest.

Then he turns her around, marches her to the glazed storefront, and tells her to lean against it. With her hands raised over her head and her massive breasts hanging down for the benefit of anyone on the sidewalk or parking lot, he spreads her legs and moves her tail aside to show her nice, round ass to the store as her chest wobbles enticingly to spectators outside. There's a sharp pain that leaves lingering warmth as he slaps her ass proudly for the benefit of the store's audience, then he kneels down and reaches around her hips to begin fingering her.

He goes into a practiced, sales pitch-style monologue at them all about what a big slut she is, such a horny little bitch that she'd let herself be humiliated like this in public, how messed up she is in her head that something so shameful turned her on like a faucet. And she couldn't argue, she was letting him do it all, wasn't she?

Mark would then have someone from the store come over and experience her first-hand. A rough pair of hands would fondle her naked flesh, and she wouldn't be able to see who it was since the broad daylight streaming through the windows in front of her offered no reflection from the store's dimmer interior. The hands would push her tail to the other side, then grip her hips. Mark would stop fingering her, but only long enough for a thick, fleshy shaft to slide into her wet snatch, stretching as it penetrated deeper and deeper from behind. A soft belly comes to rest on her backside now, and hairy thighs press against her smooth ones.

In her fantasy she never moans softly. She only moans at the top of her lungs for the whole world to hear. She and her unseen user begin rocking in unison, her breasts swaying with increasing inertia until they're colliding loudly with the store's glass front on every swing. She can't stop herself from gasping and mewling, unable to deny her body's delight at the betrayal of her social standing. The panic chemicals pumped through her body bring every sensation into sharper focus, enhancing every touch, sight, sound, smell as her body fulfills its function. To titillate, to entice, to receive the lust of others without friction.

Kate and Ellen would begin cheering her on as she's ridden from behind. Some of the customers start up a cheer for the stranger as he thrusts and withdraws. Good for him, it's his lucky day, what a juicy slut she was, so on and so forth. Like a bar full of frat boys urging the chosen celebrant to "chug, chug, chug!" the entire phone store urges them on with "fuck! fuck! fuck!" Half the people outside the store turn away in disgust, the other half laugh raucously and pull out their phones to video Roger getting reamed. And she could only pant and moan loudly in response.

While the stranger keeps plunging into her over and over, Mark would help out by pulling back on her ponytail to make sure everyone could see her face, and she could see them watching. Her humiliation was like a spectator sport and she was completely unable to resist. The more they stared, laughed, ridiculed her, the hotter it was. She was caught in a vicious cycle of shame and lust that reinforced each other.

Unfortunately, reality wasn't living up to her fantasy. In real life, Mark was finally convulsing and twitching, his cock pumping. Dry at first, then a few spurts of thick, slippery yet sticky goo, white hot but rapidly cooling in her tits even before he was finished. He grunted, crushing her tits between his hands without regard for how it might have hurt, in his quest to squeeze every last drop of jizz into her cleavage. Meanwhile, even with her delicious secret fantasizing Roger wasn't even at her halfway point of arousal and her volunteer 'partner' was spent, regaining his breath as he used her tits to wipe his cock free of his own baby-batter.

"Haaaaah, oh that was great," Mark said after withdrawing from her titflesh and tucking his deflating dick back into his pants. "We should do this more often, maybe on lunch break sometime? Uh, it was fun, right?" he asked in a sudden attack of self-consciousness.

"Uh-huh," she said. True enough, but it could have been so much more fun with a little more effort and cooperation. Mark visible relaxed, his moment of self-doubt assuaged, and he zipped himself up with a satisfied expression. Job well done on his end, he must have been thinking. She could tell she'd have to work on him a little.

It was difficult for her to find the courage to speak up, rather than just passively go along with anything her 'user' of the moment wanted from her. But she'd been able to a few times with some of her more regular lays; get them to work on getting her off first, with the enticement that it would be so hot to make a cute little whore like her cum helplessly in their hands, THEN have their way with her as they wanted. Usually after giving it a try, they came around to the idea. But too many of them didn't bother, since she was ready and willing to do whatever they wanted either way. It was mostly a problem with the guys; the women who'd taken to her were very good about making sure she finished at least once during their sessions. There were just one or two whose 'thing' seemed to be denying her a climax and then walking out. With men, it was pretty much the opposite and most of them only cared about satisfying themselves with her.

Audra had been exactly right when she warned Roger of that after their "session zero" last year. And she only realized after the fact that she used to be one of those jerks. Being turned into her own extreme fetish gave her a new perspective her past behavior, just as they'd planned.

Roger freed her arms from the hoodie and took her shirt completely off, using it to wipe up the smear between her breasts. When she was sufficiently dried, she turned around. "Could you, um, help me hook this back up, please?" she asked, holding the two velcro flaps to her bra. She heard a sigh, then Mark's hands took the flaps and pulled them extra firmly, as if he was lacing up a corset. "Mmmmf, please not so hard..." she said softly.

"Okay, let's go in at different times so they don't suspect anything," Mark said after sticking the halves of her bra back together roughly. "I'll go in first and tell them I saw you heading for the bathroom or something. Don't let anyone know about this, okay?"

"Okay," she acknowledged. Though she suspected that was only among their mutual gaming group. No doubt Mark would brag to anyone else about the way he 'filled' a big-boobed bitch's tits with cum, with all kinds of embellishments to make himself seem 'alpha.' Maybe he'd tell them all that it was her. Maybe he'd point her out to like-minded customers at the store, and they'd get all kinds of ideas about her. That was certainly something she wouldn't put past him. Just the thought of Mark spreading rumors about her was starting to get her worked back up again.

She looked at her phone; only about five more minutes or so until Even and Kelly got back with their orders. Not nearly enough time. Maybe she could use her hidden egg vibe during the rest of the game? Just sit there, getting her G-spot all shook up in front of everyone, trying to keep a straight face, probably failing, for the next two hours. She bit her lip excitedly contemplating the special hell that would be... but ultimately impractical. She'd be banned from the comics shop for life, like a couple of other places in town. She'd have to wait until she was alone at her apartment again... or until she met someone else during the day that wanted her body for their gratification.

"Are all followers of Lurue as naive, or are you just a special case?" Trevor asked in the voice of his character, a burly and boisterous paladin to the unruly beastlord Malar. He mimed struggling against the imaginary bonds that held their imaginary party prisoner in the large, imaginary ritual chamber underneath the imaginary city.

"Sorry," Roger offered meekly to represent her average-height, average-busted cleric of the Unicorn Goddess. "He just asked so nicely, I couldn't say no. How was I supposed to know he was one of the cultists?"

"As the diametrically opposed Holy Rollers exchange blame and apologies, the circle of robed figures begins to close in. Each of you, lashed to the crumbling stone pillar, faces at least three foes. Some are armed with wicked-looking ritual knives, others hold smoldering censers with fragrant smoke filling the chamber. Your weapons are nowhere to be seen. Chanting starts to echo off the stone walls. And you have until next week to figure out how you're going to extricate yourselves from this mess, because it's about time to stop for the day," Jeff announced.

"Damn! We didn't even get in one long rest after the dungeon and now we're being sacrificed to some low-level kuh-thoo-loo worshipping tentacle freaks," Kelly said.

"I'm almost completely out of spell slots," Mark added.

"I'm totally tapped out," Cici said.

"Hey, we'll come up with something," Trevor said, breaking character at last. It always amazed Roger how he could flip on a switch and be a real jerk-ass follower of a violent monkey-god, then flip it again and be the supportive best buddy kind of guy he really was without any transition. "I've already got some ideas. I'll toss 'em into the group chat so we can workshop 'em and get a plan going."

Roger kind of felt like it was her fault. She couldn't stop her innate passivity and submissiveness from leaking into the game, where she was only slightly more assertive than in real life. Her cleric was always being manipulated, or mind-controlled, or tricked somehow, and it usually resulted in the party being trapped. Evan and Kelly's rogues did a lot of the heavy lifting to get them out most of the time, but they seemed a little distracted during this session. They were clearly discussing something among themselves and not quite 'in the game' enough to have kept them all from falling into the obvious trap. She wanted to stretch her wings around herself and just hide until the other players left, but of course they weren't big enough to be useful for that.

"Don't worry, guys!" Debbie said with an affected air of confidence. "Clunk the Clobberer isn't out of muscle slots! I can break these cuffs!"

"You can't break those cuffs," Jeff replied, raising a chuckle from the group by completing the old meme that had become an in-joke with Debbie's barbarian.

"Hey, could you stay behind while we clean up this week, Roger?" Audra asked. Alex, Mark, and Cici were already walking back out of the room and through the comics shop to leave. Audra gave Trevor a look that conveyed 'you're dismissed,' and he began packing up his gaming gear to catch up with the others. That left Jeff, Evan, Kelly, Audra, and Roger behind. With a glint of light flashing off of her glasses, Audra tapped Jeff on the shoulder while whispering something into his ear. He seemed lost in thought for a moment, then excused himself with a robotic-sounding excuse about needing to use the restroom.

Evan was looking up at the ceiling nervously. Kelly was glancing back and forth between Roger and Audra. Audra cupped Roger's face in her hands and had the shorter woman look up into her eyes. "Kelly and Evan have something they'd like to ask you, dear Fluttershy."

"Oh?" Roger said. She turned to the couple. Kelly was relaxed but clearly excited about something, and Evan did bring his gaze down to Roger a few times but otherwise seemed content to count the panels in the floating ceiling. "Well, um, you can ask me anything," she said quietly but not with trepidation.

"Well, we were wondering if you might be interested in a little sexy fun with Evan and me this afternoon," Kelly said, her eyes sparkling with hope. "Just the three of us, but all three of us, if you're okay with that kind of thing. Audra said you would definitely be open to it and we should ask, but it's totally okay if you're not comfortable with it. You can turn the offer down, no questions asked, but the invitation is there if you're interested," she said.

"Okay," Roger answered automatically.

"Okay?" Kelly asked.

"Um, I'm up for it. I'm up for, um, whatever you want..." she trailed off quietly, her face once again tinged with blush.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" Kelly asked. "It's okay to say no, you won't hurt our feelings."

"Absolutely," Roger replied. "Um, it wouldn't be my first threesome. I'm, um..."

"She's a hopeless slut," Audra teased, leaning over Roger from behind and resting her chin between the short, pony woman's hot little ears. "Don't let her adorable demeanor fool you. Behind these sparkly eyes and quiet voice beats the heart of an absolute pervert. A slave to her desires, powerless to resist her most lewd inclinations, and the subbiest, most pliant little 'Bottom' you ever met. Aren't you, babe?"

"Um, I guess so," Roger stammered, biting her lip. She felt a twinge of wakefulness inside her shorts to have Audra spilling her secrets to more of the group.

"Give them a peek at what they're in for, my dear. Show them that bust of yours real quick," Audra suggested.

There was zero time between the sentence leaving her mouth and Roger lifting up her hoodie. Something fell out onto her feet. Something soft. Kelly was looking at it while Evan took a glance at the huge bra stuffed with yellow titflesh.

"Ooo, what's that?" Kelly asked, leaning down to pick up the piece of material. She held up Roger's shirt, which had been crumpled up and hidden in her hoodie since lunch while she waited for an opportunity to stuff it into her purse discreetly. "You've been going shirtless this whole game?" she asked, unfolding the item of clothing and holding it up to the light.

"Um, it got stained," Roger said, still displaying her chest.

"By whom?" Audra asked slyly as she guided Roger's hoodie back down with her steel-ringed fingers.

"Mark," Roger answered automatically. Her heart started pounding and her blush deepened at the admission.

"Ooo, was he fun?" Audra asked. Kelly and Evan were now both looking her in the eye.

"Um, yes," Roger admitted. "But, um, he... he could have been better..."

"Better how?" Evan piped up for a change, suddenly unable to wall himself off from the discussion.

"Well, um," Roger explained, "he could have, um, gotten me off too. And," she continued, "I would have liked it if he was a little noisier, um, and maybe got me all the way naked, and pinned me to the wall, um, fucked me hard and rough, and told me what a slut I am, and how dirty I was being, um, and threaten to take videos and post them on social media, and maybe steal my shirt and underwear and make me go the rest of the day without them. That, um... that would have been super hot," she said, breathing heavily and shifting her stance in a way that had nothing to do with nervousness. "Oh, and maybe wait until work on Monday afternoon to give them back to me in front of the customers at the store!" she blurted out, unable to resist finishing off her inner narrative. She'd been watching the couple's mouths hang open at her tawdry confession, and could tell they were still coming to grips with it as she looked to the side to reduce the intensity of arousal seeing their stares were causing.

"Oh wow," Kelly said at last, causing a cackle to erupt from Audra.

"What did I tell you? Short little Roger Fluttershy Thompson is secretly the town's biggest skank, and I'm not just talking about her sweater-puppies!" she said, running a fingertip over a yellow wing that was already trembling slightly with the mixture of embarrassment and lusty stimulation of the compelled admission. "Poor girl didn't even get a finisher from Mark, though!"

"Aw, c'mere here girl!" Kelly said in an outpouring of sympathy. Roger let herself cross over and be embraced by the other woman, who gently wrapped her arms around her (careful of the wings, she noticed) and rocked her side to side comfortingly. "What a rip-off, and after you were ready to go so far with him, too!"

"Yeah, what a selfish jerk," Evan put in from the side. "You deserve better than that guy," he added. Roger didn't voice her disagreement, she just let Kelly continue rocking her and stroking her head below the ponytail as if comforting an upset child.

"Well don't you worry," the woman said as she released her hold and stood Roger back with both hands to her shoulders. "Evan here is WAY more into getting his girls off. And he's a champion dirty talker, too!" she beamed. "Ask me how I know," she said with a smirk and a glance at her partner. "Audra can vouch for that, too!" she announced.

"It's true, Evan has the golden tongue of filth," the mischievous goth woman confirmed. "But don't let Kelly 'The Switch' make you think he's going to do all the heavy lifting! She's fantastic with us ladies, especially as a dom. She knows what lurks in your submissive little heart and will tease out every last drop of degradation to get you gushing. By the time you zonk out tonight, the two of them will have you so drunk on 'fuck' that you'll still be staggering to work on Friday! They'll make up for a whole week of Marks."

"See? Sound like fun to you, sweetie?" Kelly asked, releasing Roger just enough for the latter to look up into her face and nod. "Great! Hey babe, she's in!" Kelly said, turning to Evan.

"Awesome! Just don't break her like your last pet," he said. To Roger he then said, "We'll go ahead and get the place ready. Why don't you go home and round up some of your favorite toys and essentials, and meet us there in an hour?"

"Ooo, don't forget the one with the two handles," Audra said, holding her arms up as if holding a pair of parallel grips. "And pack your toothbrush and toiletries, you'll want to spend the night. Evan's omelettes are to die for, especially after a long night of getting fucked into happy mush," she said with a knowing look at the guy.

"Well yes, it's true. My breakfast service is the talk of the town," he joked. "That's what all the 5-star reviews are really about."

"Don't worry," Kelly said as she walked over and put her arm around Evan's shoulders. "That false modesty goes right out the window when the lights go down. You want a guy who will make you feel like delicious trash? This is your guy. The food is just a nice bonus."

They exchanged contacts, and gave Roger an address to put into her map app. Evan overheard her talking about the loose pedal extenders and insisted on making a trip to the nearest hardware store. He returned with a small bottle of something red and used a toolbox from his own car to take out and apply the stuff to all the bolts holding the extenders down, one by one, while Kelly and Audra continued chatting about the kind of fun Roger was in for. Evan finished his adjustments and said they should wait at least twenty minutes for the "thread locker" to set up before Roger could drive, so they went back into the comics shop. By now there were a couple of browsing customers and Debbie was busy at the counter, so they went back to the gaming room where Jeff was just getting finished packing up the map and all his DM materials.

Evan and Kelly hung out with Jeff for a few more minutes before leaving (Evan sneaking a grope of Roger's ass while Kelly was giving her a distracting smooch on the forehead that could have been Platonic if you weren't privy to their conversation earlier). Then Audra led Roger to the bathroom, leaving Jeff to his own devices for a while. Once inside, she locked the door and took her phone out of her purse. Holding it up to capture some video, she began an impromptu interview with the shorter pegasus woman.

"Hey there, cutie! Tell us your name, please," she requested in a cheerful voice.

"Um, Roger Fluttershy Thompson," her subject answered, taken by surprise.

"Was your middle name always Fluttershy?"

"No. It used to be Matthew."

"You're really short, Roger Fluttershy Thompson. Why is that?" Audra asked, kneeling down to put phone at eye level for emphasis.

"Um, I got short one day after a game session," she stammered.

"Is that all you got after the session?" Audra asked.

"No. Um, I also got turned into a girl. And I got these," she said, nervously pointing up to her big yellow ears.

"Haha, that's not all you got, is it?" Audra asked. "Turn around and show us the rest, my dear Fluttershy." Roger complied instantly, heels clicking on the linoleum floor of the bathroom as she spun around. She spread her small wings and moved her tail a bit from one side to the other. She glanced over her shoulder anxiously, her face reddening. "Nice! Shake that moneymaker for us, babe!" Audra said, rewarded with another reflexive display as Roger brought her heels together, leaned forward a bit, then wiggled her rump side to side. "Well done! Turn back around, please." Roger did so, and Audra brought her phone down from face level to about the middle of her torso. "Of course, big ears and a wings and stuff aren't all you got in the bargain, are they? Tell us about these," she said, reaching out to poke Roger's bust and suppressing a giggle when the girl gave an adorable squeak.

"Eeep! Um, I, uh... I used to play characters who had really big breasts," she said.

"Really SHORT characters with really big breasts, isn't that right?" Audra asked. Her subject nodded quietly. "You had a term for them, right? That type of character you always played? Tell us what it was."

"Um, big booba shortstack..." Roger answered timidly. Audra titled her phone up to capture the look on her face.

"Big. Booba. Shortstack. Ladies and gentlemen, does that term not describe this horsey little whore to a T?" she asked her imaginary audience. Unless it wasn't an imaginary one. Was she streaming this right now? Audra grinned behind the phone as Roger's body shivered with the sudden rush of conflicting distress and desire at the thought. "See how she likes being put on the spot? Tell us how you feel right now, my little Fluttershy."

"Um, worried that someone might be watching this," she said, bringing her fingers up over her chest and fumbling them together as her eyes lowered themselves to the floor. "And really turned on."

"Turned on, because ... ?"

"Turned on because someone might be watching this," she confessed.

"Getting all wet over the idea, eh?" Audra pressed. "Feeling that aching need growing inside you at the thought of being humiliated? Like, if I told you this was being picked up by the local news and everyone in town was going to see it tonight, hearing how you used to think of yourself as such an 'Alpha male' and now you're a needy, panting little slut who craves being put in her place for all to see, that's the kind of thing that really gets your kitty purring, isn't it?"

Roger half-mumbled and half-squeaked something affirmative. Even through her heavy bra and the hoodie, two large lumps were forming on the front of her gigantic breasts. Her face was absolutely crimson from ears to neckline. Her eyes were dilated wide open and her stare was somewhat distant as the pull of her erotic energization tried to dominate her attention. Audra wouldn't really be handing this over to the news, would she? Roger couldn't dismiss the idea, and that fact alone made her knees tremble.

"Fess up," Audra said, regaining Roger's complete attention and using her free hand to gently raise the woman's little chin until their eyes were locked together. "You've got at least one sex toy in that purse of yours, don't you?" An almost imperceptible nod and a gulp were her only reply. "You'd really like to use it right now, wouldn't you? While the camera's rolling? Just give in and work out your lust for the viewers right here in this public bathroom, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," Roger hissed desperately. That's exactly what she wanted. All it would take is a prompt and she'd kneel down on the linoleum right now and use that egg vibrator to put on a live porn show, no matter who was watching.

Audra giggled as she stopped recording and put her phone away. "Good girl," she said, pulling the inflamed Roger in for a warm, platonic hug. It was emotional whiplash and paralyzed the stunted yellow pegasus as she tried to work out just what was going on. "Oh, Roger, you're such a cutie-patootie when you're all worked up!" she cooed into one flushed-red ear. "Don't worry, I won't send that video to anybody but you. Now you'll have something to make up for the way Mark lived down to your expectations, babe," she explained while vigorously rubbing Roger's shoulder, mindful of the wings that hung limply down at her sides.

"Oh," was all Roger could muster.

Audra leaned closer and gave her a smooth on a forehead that was slowly returning to its yellow color. "Heh, don't look so glum! Kelly and Evan are going to put you through the wringer tonight! And if you really want someone to take your bra home and then stop by the store tomorrow to give it back in front of everyone, well, I could be persuaded to help you out there," she said. "You'll just have to do something for me."

Jeff finished packing away all his stuff. It was a meditative exercise for him, so he was actually glad none of the players offered to help clean up after the games. He got to quietly digest what their session was like, consider how the players' characters were evolving (or not), and start to brainstorm new scenarios for next time. Besides, to get all his accoutrements into and out of the comics shop required following a strict, formulaic system of storage and packing, and none of the players could be trusted not to fuck that up.

The sharp sound of heels clicking sounded from the hallway outside the gaming room, and they came with the quick, staccato cadence of short legs.

"So same time next week, Ro-" Jeff choked off just before the shock to his system. An absolutely massive set of bright yellow knockers with big, stiffening, carnation-pink nipples was hovering about two feet from the floor, and standing behind them in the doorway was the diminutive frame of Roger, tiny hands gripping the faded black hoodie that should be covering those lewd teardrops of flesh.

"Audra!" he shouted accusingly as his eyes clamped shut against the indecent display.