Shelly Investigates The Scream from the Locker

"What was that?" Shelly asked with sudden concern, breaking away from the entrancing tongue play she had been engaged in.

Questions began to flood her mind, she reminded herself about why the maid was naked in front of her, and wondered what and why she was doing whatever they were doing.

"I think it came from in there." Lucille remarked pointing behind her into the locker. Lucille wondered what was going on inside, but she couldn’t resist the compulsion to keep this girl from leaving. She got wet thinking about being watched when ever she would finally become one with the assorted creatures she desired to be among.

Shelly realized there was no more shouting, this was odd as the dessert chef had a notoriety for shouting non stop. There were stories of kitchen staff quitting in tears after having her rip into them. It was often explicitly directed to keep clear of her.

Stepping past Lucille, Shelly opened the door stepping in to see if everything was all right.

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Jeremy was exhausted. As he had been corrupting rows upon rows of bottle he had felt his energies draining, as if his very life **** was infusing the Corruptive influence of the Idol into them.

The Idol warned him of how he needed to surrender his soul. How he would never get the respect he needed, no, deserved if he withered and failed to be the tank of Conversion he was meant to be.

How he could bring whole groups of people to their knees, in pleasure and gratitude to him. How he would be eternally empowered if he let the Idol lift the burden of his tainted soul. In turn he would be one of the most powerful, and desired Converters of new followers into the Idol's promised eternal sexual embrace.

He wondered why it needed his soul, he wondered what power it got from it. What power he could have with it. Or was it an impotent immaterial thing?

He had been leaning, feeling out of breath when he heard the shouting.

Someone was interfering with his first convert, the woman who he barely resisted. Desire, lust, and pleasure began to throb through his being again.

All he had to do was cum in someone willing to give up their soul. As he peaked around one shelf he saw his maid was gone. His mind thought about how he first charged up to her and gagged her with his trunk. The pleasure and desire that invigorated him, rejuvenated him, that burned his soul in a fiery lust that since only subsided through more sexual exploits and corrupting objects.

Taking a taste of his trunk tip it burned with desire as he gazed upon the back of the slightly plump dessert chef. She had the full attention of the bar manager, who still struggled to get his cock back in his pants, his eyes going wide as he became aware of the monstrous elephantman stalking up from the aisle.

"Look back here at me! I'm not do..." Jessie choked for a moment, hands clenching the blueish trunk that had just wrapped around her neck. She screamed a loud in fear.

Two large stubby palms reached from behind her clenching her unusually small for her build, breasts.

As she started to gasp words again her eyes went wide as the trunk's cocked headed tip penetrated into her mouth.

Why should he be alone? The others had horse women, and wolf women with which to share their pleasures existence, why shouldn’t he?

Jessie struggled against her attacker, eyes wide with concern as she felt the bulge of Jeremy's cock pressing against her back.

She had tried to spit the trunk out when it initially barged in, her tongue was lolling it now, intrigued by the flavour, seeking to explore and taste more, while the rest of her fought it as her lips struggled to bring in more.

Jeremy had made up his mind. He would cum this time, he would give up what remnant of his tattered soul the Idol lacked. He wouldn't worry if he was unique or not, no for he is the First of his herd.

Dave's shock and terror were subsiding. His cock throbbed with need, and desire. As the creature grabbed Jessie he froze in fear, unsure of what he could do against such a hulk. That quickly changed as Jessie's resistance gave way to ****, he stopped all attempts to get dressed. As her **** before him became desire, he found his hand stroking his dick. Soon he felt as if she was making stray craven glances to seduce him.

Jessie's hands no longer clenched at the trunk that had headlocked her, it seemed as if they had transitioned to stroking it, gently rubbing along it where it began unwrapping around her neck. Her head even seemed to be trying to reach up the length sliding slightly in and out of her mouth. She no longer kicked, or struggled against the grips on her chest, but instead appeared to be grinding back against the creature holding her, aroused by thoughts of the sizeable cocks she pressed against.

Dave ripped her apron loose, swinging it out of the way he slid up her shirt, kissing around her navel as he began undoing her pants.

Shelly gasped as she beheld Jessie being violated, she was so engrossed by it that she hadn't noticed the door being closed and Lucille as she approached from behind her. "Trust me, its an experience you don't want to miss." Lucille elicited running her hands down the arms of the still shocked bartender. “My day, no my life took a turn for the better when it first graced me.”

Shelly didn’t understand the words being uttered alluringly in her ear, she couldn't even imagine what she was doing watching this. The Dessert Chef had screamed in distress! But as Shelly watched the scene progressing she clearly wasn't in any, quite the opposite. She was now leaning back into the strange creature that had assaulted her, reaching around to grip it’s cock as she thrust her pelvis out towards the Bar Manager’s mouth.

Shelly was feeling inexplicably aroused seeing it transpire.

Jessie eagerly welcomed Dave between her legs, her arms now strived to stroke Jeremy's cock. She savoured the phallus tipped trunk, trying to milk it with her lips and tongue. She didn't understand why, but she had an overwhelming desire for him to cum. Jeremy gradually unwound his trunk from around Jessie's neck freeing her up to move her head after it. Taking a momentary break she stripped off her shirt and apron, Jeremy quickly stripped off the bra that had been growing increasingly uncomfortable for Jessie.

Dave clenched Jessie's firming ass pulling her pussy tight to his face as he suckled on her clit, two fingers threading in and out of her tight wet pussy.

Jessie moaned pleasurably, increasingly arching backwards. Before long she found herself almost horizontal, supported in part by Jeremy's hands and trunk. She lapped between his cock and trunk eagerly, eyes often locked wantonly with the Elephantman's as she mouthed between his blue cock, and trunk. Her hands explored her refining features, more to explore her new found sensitivity to pleasure than to feel her toning stomach, swelling breasts, and flaring hips. Her short dark brown hair had begun cascading out into a bob.

At one point she spied her audience, invitingly, and tauntingly she exaggerated her motions between the phalluses she was pleasuring.

She stopped to scream as she orgasmed, a new snowball of pleasure forming to bury her in desperation to cum.

Dave shortly after heaved the firming legs onto his bulking shoulders, suspending Jessie between him and Jeremy.

Lucille had stopped feeling up Shelly a few minutes ago. The girl was locked on the threesome unfolding before them. Lucille was torn between trying to make the trio a quartet, and getting Shelly to start a trial of errands like her. As she leaned against a wall frigging herself with her tusk aggressively she conjured up numerous ideas, each one more depraved than the last.

Shelly fidgetted with her blouse button absentmindedly. So absentmindedly she hadn’t even realized it was the second one she undid as her hand moved to fidget with the third. She didn’t think, she just tried to imagine being suspended between two partners, connecting a bridge of oral sex between them. She licked her lips as she saw the trunk lift up and spray a load skyward across the dessert chef's body as she struggled to gulp down all the cum Jeremy’s cock had just unleashed in her mouth.

Jessie meanwhile tried to squealed in pleasure as Dave unexpectedly tossed her salad after aggressively lapping up the corrupt cum droplets from around her clit. All the while he kept one arm hooked around her leg and pinched her clit.

Jessie licked her lips, once more gazing invitingly over at the engrossed bartender next to the maid Jessie almost felt sorry for interupting. She wasn’t sorry though, if anything she wished she had interrupted in other ways now.

Her already broad body had taken on more feminine curves, her body having twisted from being slightly obese into a scale more in line with a female body builder, her bulk however remained less toned looking and heavily endowed in its voluptuous breasts.

“I want to feel you cum in all my holes. I want you both to cum so much it glazes my skin.” Jessie declared smacking her lips on the trunk as it came within reach.

“You just like seeing your frosting get licked.” Dave replied, lowering her feet back to the floor he dragged his tongue up across her body, lapping up cum droplets on his way to sucking in her nipple and moaning with her in lust.

Jessie stroked his head as she felt the new sensation of lactating, her corrupted breasts releasing their rich influence into its first patron.

“I'll give you more than just a cum glazing, I’ll get those two to lick the glazing off of you as well.” Jeremy committed seductively, his trunk gesturing towards the maid and bartender. “I’ll give you a trunk, and tusks…” Standing Jessie back up he removed a tusk with his trunk and began tracing it around where her bush had been. His tail reached up between their legs and brushed along her ass as she turned to face him.

“What does a woman need to do,” Jessie began, realizing and marvelling at the three available appendages to fuck her. “to get charged by a bull Elephant?” She finished her sentence, taking the tusk in hand.

She dragged the tusk across her tongue, down her body and slid it across her clit. Slipping it in and the out of her she turned around, bracing herself against the wall where the maid had been fucking earlier she slid the tusk across her ass, moaning in pleasure as her ass reluctantly let it penetrate in.

Part of her was marvelling at this sexually depraved dirty side she was expressing. She had never known herself to be anything like that, but it aroused her more than the inner voices of concern trying to flag the sudden changes in body and character that should alarm her.

“This cow is in need of its bull.” She moaned wantonly, turning to lick the air alluringly first towards the masturbating maid and now open blouses bartender, before turning to where the Bar manager stroked himself aggressively eager to cum.

Jeremy stepped up behind her, he felt sudden **** to follow through with this. Deep inside him a voice cried out not to sacrifice their only bargaining chip. That this was an irreversible step.

He could feel his tusks.

The lonely one too weak to tantalize anyone near it at the bar.

The eager one, held in hand looking to be embraced right.

The incubating one. Jeremy felt the pulses of its own emergent corruption. The maids errands, thoughts, and lurid actions having fed it full of sexual energy into becoming something new.

And the one, empathizing as it sought to please itself, and please his would be Elephant cow as she fingered her pussy relishing the sensation of it paired with the tusk ass fucking her.

It called to him, called for his herd to get its Matriarch.