Lexxi Gets Messy (Goth, futa, futanarization, MILF, gangbang)
Story by dyveira
Figured I'd try posting my Lexine series of stories here, since they're appropriate to the theme of the site.
First, some background. This series of stories takes place in the universe of a character of mine who you've probably seen before; Synthia Vice. If you haven't seen her, the roleplay page I use for her has a good idea of what you can expect. ( https://www.f-list.net/c/synthia%20vice )
More or less, it's a bizarro hyper-sexualized world where kink is generally mainstream, and her fans are so rabid they will kill each other for her autograph. Literally. Yeah, it's a bit Metalocalypse-like at times. But these stories are really about Lexine, and Synthia is only a catalyst to start her on her descent into sexual oblivion. Anyways, let me know what you think!
When you're finished, part two can be found here: https://www.futanaripalace.com/showthread.php?55839-A-Tale-of-Two-Goths
Chapter One: In The Beginning There Was Dick
Lexine Warner was lucky her parents didn't ask questions about the odd change in her behaviour over the past few months. They didn't know about her obsession with Synthia Vice, even after seeing all the posters, the collection of Synthia action figures (Lex called them 'collectables' and disparaged at any other label) with the patented kung-fu grip, and the numerous sex toys strewn about her room. They didn't ask why boys from school had suddenly begun to call her so much asking if she was available, nor did they ask about the pungent-smelling locked drawer that was located on the lowermost right-hand side of her desk. They especially didn't seem to notice her sudden outwardness towards strangers, or her tendency to only eat supper in her room, or even that she had a strange bulge running up the middle of her shirt. What they did notice, however, was that for the past few months she went through an awful lot of laundry, and that her clothing, bedsheets, and especially undergarments were often sticky and crusted with strong-smelling somethingorother. But they didn't ask. After coming home from their menial jobs - mother from flipping burgers at the local franchise of Slut Burger, and father from his evening shift at the Goldberg Widget Factory - they sometimes even forgot they had a daughter. Lex was grateful, though. She doubted she could explain her situation if they did.
It had all started with her obsession with Synthia. Lex didn't know where it had come from, but she suspected it was some sort of Freudian sexual-repression deal, she didn't dwell too much on it. When her obsession reached a fever pitch, she had decided to make herself a Synthia fanclub, and installed herself as the president and self-proclaimed number-one fan. Of course, thinking she was a much bigger institution, ScummCo had sent along a nice care package to show their appreciation; or rather, to ensure they bought more Synthia merchandise. That was when the "stuff" came.
Initially Lex thought the "stuff" must have been something meant for a chemical factory or laboratory, until she examined the labels of some of the four vials nestled in their styrofoam bedding. She'd seen them before, or at least something similar; she then realized they were the exact same type of body modification drugs Synthia used in her videos. Or at least a version of them, anyways. By a freak accident, they'd gotten mixed up in the sorting room at ScummCo, and instead of getting a care package of kitschy junk, she'd ended up getting a new test run of serums that had been meant for Synthia. They were nothing super extreme - which was good, because knowing they were meant for Syn herself, Lex immediately drank all four - but were an experimental trial to make a version that didn't require the use of the pneumatic injector unit. Smacking her lips, and wincing a little at the rather unappealing taste, Lex had studied the vials in more detail. Of the four, one read "COCK+", another read "BALLS+", and the other two read "SCENT+" and an enigmatic "???+" respectively. She didn't have long to wait, since no sooner had she downed the four did the crippling pain set in. Such a set of drugs would have had no effect on a genetically-altered person like Synthia who would be used to the effects, but for an uninitiated teenage girl without the aid of nano-pain blockers, it was excruciating. Black spots formed over her vision as she doubled over on the floor, and a sudden intense pressure formed in her crotch. Her tiny little nubbin of a clitoris morphed rapidly into two feet of solid futa meat, topped by a softball-sized head. She couldn't tell yet, but she had phimosis - rather that her foreskin wasn't able to retract from the head, which was normal for a first-time futanari. She developed two nice grapefruit-sized balls, as well, and her curves and breasts had even filled out some more, doubling the size and sensitivity of her nipples.
Lex had passed out immediately after, and woken up drenched with sweat severa
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