Shelly Finds Out

Shelly had remained seated up, legs spread waiting for her throbbing heart to slow. She had barely resisted the occasional stroke across her clit, a welcoming affirmation of pleasure echoing from the tusk within her.

She couldn't be bothered to think, her mind was lost in the lust and pleasure she had just endured.

Gazing over where the threesome had transpired she could still see the collapsed form of her manager. Former Manager, whatever that meant. Her instructions were clear, take care of him, for some reason she felt a compulsion to follow that instruction.

Staggering up, Shelly carefully gathered her clothes and cautiously began to stagger over. Shelly smiled as she thought about how light headed she felt from all that fucking the maid had done to her. She half wondered how immense the pleasures the cake decorator had received in the midst of that unimaginable threesome.

Coming to stand over Dave, Shelly dropped her things in shock. Gone was the middle aged balding man that had come off as creepy and perverse, as Dave rolled over Shelly found herself shocked by the changes.

“Mmm…. Hello beautiful.” Dave cooed in a sultry voice, both hands drifting across their crotch and chest exploring the newly gained sensations of the reformed glamoured body.

“Dave?” Shelly was flustered, the monsters that now enraptured her with sexual temptations had been one new thing corrupted into her, but when that Decorator had taken Dave's soul. She had also taken Dave's masculinity.

“I don’t know, how does Davina sound?” Dave replied getting on all fours and crawling up to Shelly. Davina then kneeled before the blonde bartender pressing her breasts together with a smile. "Women bartenders always do better than men anyways."

Shelly found herself locked in shock at the dirty blonde kneeling before her, massaging her at least double D breasts. Something tugged for Shelly’s attention. Davina smiled devilishly as she rested her chin against Shelly's mons, gazing up at the slender blonde. “Are you going to answer your cell?”

“Shit. Caroline!” crouching down Shelly scrambled through her clothes fighting to free the phone from the pants pocket just as she missed the call. “I’m supposed to bring her a restock.”

“Shelly.” Davina commanded alluringly smiling as Shelly moaned falling over in pleasure in response.

Shelly had almost forgotten about the inert object within her pussy, that is until Davina called for her attention provoking the tusk to seemingly undulate.

“Shelly,” Davina continued after a moment smiling at Shelly as she steadied herself. “Leave me the list. Go fetch some fresh bar staff uniforms. Don’t worry about sizes, just grab one for Caroline, Yourself, Danica, Erin , and myself.”

Shelly gazed up at her manager. The silky smooth legs, the hairless perfect slit between her legs, a firm taught stomach, crowned by the most perfect large breasts ever. Shelly was torn wondering if they were double D’s or something larger.

“Hurry up, trust me. You don’t want to keep waiting on this.” Davina added, watching as Shelly began to show unhappiness as the tusk stopped providing a consistent flow of pleasure into her. As Shelly released a **** sigh she handed her cell to Davina before standing up.

Shelly scrambled to put on her uniform. She felt a great urgency that she couldn’t source as she put on her blouse and pulled up her pants.

Davina smiled alluringly picking up the bra and panties being discarded in urgency to accomplish the task.

Shelly maneuvered through the labyrinthine service corridors to the uniform room. All along the way she hummed contentedly at the pleasurable prodding the tusk provided her as she strode there.

As her head danced with thoughts of the sensation of that maid's snake headed tail biting her. She could feel herself getting wet as she licked her lips thinking about that serpent tongue probing her clit as she ate out the maid sitting atop her face.

Other thoughts of being entwined in erotic trunks as she rode that monstrous cock the cake decorator had endured. As she grabbed the shirts, pants, and vests for those working the wedding she propped herself up moaning in climax for a moment pausing as one of the laundry staff came in with a cart of freshly cleaned uniforms.

Shelly kept her face averted to hide her blushing. She wondered what had come over her and what she was doing. As reality dawned on her as she hurried out, uniforms in hand. Panicking to find some corner to think things through.

As she came upon a staff washroom she scrambled in and locked the door. It had to be that thing that was put in her! Shelly wondered how such monsters could arouse her and be so suddenly alluring, they were monsters after all. She saw the maid, the dessert chef, her manager turned into one them.

Part of her thought of how perfect they looked, both as people and twisted creations. She yearned for that snake headed tail, pussy, cock, those elephantine trunks.

She ached from the withdrawal of pleasure, the tusk slowly fatiguing her as it began sapping her energy to break her growing resistance. Shelly pulled down her pants and paused for a moment as she realized she had gone without her underwear. Why had she done that?

She reached down across her hairless mons, marvelling how smooth and bare of pubic hair she was. It felt so good.

NO! It was a distraction! Focussing once more Shelly continued down with her hands and reached for a tenuous grasp on the tusk within her. Moaning slightly with pleasure she began to draw it out.

As it slowly withdrew it seemed to grow ridges that sawed away at her, resistantly pulling on her pussy's interior with each inch she got out.

Finally Shelly had three inches out, shifting to grab a better hold to rip it out Shelly fell over gasping in climax. The tusk wasn't ready to surrender it’s ill-gotten host. When Shelly had shifted her hold it had decided to grow. It inflated itself longer deeper, and fuller into her pussy. The sudden all encompassing sensation of her pussy distracting her hand free, the slight length she had retracted flattened out across her labia. It enclosed around Shelly's clit, shaking her resistance further as it spread backwards over her ass and plunged in slightly teasingly pleasuring her asshole before it went inert, plunging Shelly back into withdrawal from the greatly increased pleasures and climaxes she had just tasted.

Shelly ran her hand across it unable to feel where she might get hold of it. Her heart raced, she began to hyperventilate, her whole body felt like it was burning as a new light headedness took over making her feel on the verge of fainting.

As she crumpled to the floor the thought of giving up trying to remove the tusk crossed her mind. As Shelly sobbed feeling weakened to the point of surrender she gasped. The tusk resumed its desirable actions, soon bringing Shelly to the cusp of compounding another climax as it now utilized its access to not just her pussy, but her clit and ass to drive her there.

Shelly felt reinvigorated as she panted happily on all fours. Looking to the pile of uniforms she felt the pleasure begin building again, the tusk teasing of the reward that could await her.

Crawling across the floor to the uniforms she moaned as the sensations grew stronger, Shelly felt more vitality with each shift of a limb. "OH GAWD!" Shelly screamed as her hand made contact with the uniforms.

She wondered why she had the momentary hesitation as she rocked for a moment on all fours in line with the perceived ebbs and flow of the tusk as it enticed her onwards in her task. She arched her back and went rigid for a moment as she climaxed, the precipice of such desire holding her there and not letting her descend from the newly compounded pleasurable high.

As the sensations subsided Shelly laughed hysterically, she was condemned to do this. She felt this thing drawing the very life and will to live from her in response to resistance, but now as it rewarded her she not only craved more, but felt new vitality. She was beginning to look forward to her condemnation. How bad could it be? She thought, alongside feeling no regret if this was what it would feel like, or better.

Pulling herself up on the washroom sink she gazed in the mirror smiling. Thoughts and ideas ran through her head, she felt new contentment with herself and the prospect of her new existence. Each thought the tusk found agreeable affirmed by a touch of corresponding pleasure delivered by the tusk.

Recomposing herself she pulled up her pants, and gathered the garments for which she had been sent. She hustled her way back, each increase in pace rewarded with an increase in the actions of the tusk.

By the time Shelly returned to the liquor cellar she was almost at a light jog, panting heavily in pleasure as she placed the uniforms down on the cart that Davina had been loading with the items listed by Caroline's text.

"Discard those rags. They no longer suit you." Davina commanded cooly. "If Caroline asks why you took so long, say it was a briefing on the new uniforms and orientating 'Davina' from the downtown hotel on where everything is here." Davina added, providing the cover story she wanted circulated so no one was wondering where the new bartender working tonight just happened to appear from without any training.

Shelly fidgetted awkwardly her doubt and concern returning to her mind. She knew what that toy had done and was growingly capable of. What could the clothes do? Could she really put someone else in her place?

Part of her shuddered in desire at the thought of the pleasure, hungering to add to the toy that enveloped her slit and ass toying with her and rewarding her like some dog when she flipped the right trick. She felt a slight arousal at the thought or Caroline also being enraptured by one of these sex toys, or whatever those uniforms could do.

Her fear however called for her to hold tight to her coverings, to reduce her exposure to Davina, they may have her but she could resist their control. Stop their evil spreading. Couldn't she?

But could evil feel so good? Would it not be more wrong and evil to deprive others of such unworldly pleasures?

"Strip." Davina commanded again, stepping before Shelly as she shrieked.

Shelly suddenly burned with pleasure, collapsing to her knees she gasped for breath. He hand clenched the front of her blouse holding it tightly closed as she gasped and began to feel her chest surge with a burning electrical sensation.

Her chest was crying for attention, her suddenly more sensitive nipples cried in agony as they hardened against her shirt. They ached with agony, each breath shifting them against the fabric causing her agony as it abrasively sanded across them.

She had finally had enough. The willing half of her took control ripping the shirt wide presenting her bare chest to Davina with a wanton stare while panting heavily, readily offering herself.

Passing a hand across Shelly's small breasts and tweaking her nipple to provoke a grateful moan Davina smiled. "You could not imagine how much I always wanted to see these small pert breasts presented like this." Davina reminisced, provoking both arousal and revulsion in Shelly's mind as it bounced between willingness and surrender or rebellion.

Pulling Shelly's face towards her crotch Davina was pleased to find Shelly eagerly kissing her way down to her slit eagerly. Pulling Shelly's head away by her ponytail Davina was enticed by the impassioned look of content pleasure in response to the hair pull.

"Sadly we don't have time for that baby, I need you to finish changing into those." Davina said strutting over to the uniforms and slinging the shirt around her back and pulling it over her shoulders.

Shelly was wondering what she was doing, her body seemed to be compelled beyond her cognition. Following some subconscious instinct as she threw her blouse wide. Pirouetting around she unfastened her pants and began to peel them down over her unimpressive ass.

Shelly moaned in delight, relishing her skins exposure to the open air. Inside her head she was wondering what she was doing, a voice crying for her to cover up, as she confidently, and eagerly strutted towards to uniforms.

Lusting for the desires that awaited.

Shelly hesitated grabbing the blouse being handed to her, she gazed about wondering where she had left her bra and panties.

Sensing what Shelly was looking for Davina chuckled as she pulled the pants on and tucked her blouse into it. "You don't need those honey. They're only going to get in the way later." Davina stated approaching Shelly and running her hands up to cup the blondes chest provoking a contented gasp in response.

Shelly smiled relishing the attention, while her mind swam in the suggestion and potential promise of later. Her mind drowning with ideas of sultry quickies, being bent over her pants pulled down and her blouse hanging open so her breasts could be grabbed.

"Now get dressed, I need you to bring a uniform to Caroline while I bring these to the girls working the weddings bar." Davina instructed stepping forward to brush a hand across Shelly's face. "Deliver the uniform, work the bar tonight, and I promise everything will be perfect."

Davina marched out of the room carrying two uniforms, looking forward to introducing herself to her co-workers tonight.