The Heavy Metal Diner’s neon signs could be seen from as far as the freeway overpass, which lead to a fair amount of business at times. Not so much at 2:00 AM but that didn’t stop the dine n’ go from remaining open 24 hours. At this time only a few late owls and others with legitimate (or not) nighttime occupations were stopping in for some quick and cheap food.
Little did Margerat ‘May’ Fly know that the next table she waited on would be the last in her current occupation.
(Or any other in a certain sense, but that came later…)
But she walked up, her red-tipped boots clicking on the linoleum floor as she summoned up a smile she didn’t much feel (and who could blame her with her shift almost over).
“So ma’am, what can I get for you?”
The pink-haired woman before her had that glam-punk style which had been all the rage for some of the gangs a few years back, but now it seemed a tad out of place. She looked out of place too, eyes a little unfocused and clearly in need of sleeping off something. But instead she’d wandered into May’s little corner of the world.
To bring a little bit of Poison to her life.
“I want a burger and fries,” she said, speaking through her hands as she massaged her temples. “And coke too I guess. Just get it quick.”
“No problem,” May said, spinning around as she walked off. Her light blue skirt for her waitress uniform flowing as she did and almost managing to rise above her knees to show how far up her stockings really went. A shade of violet that bordered on lavender. Which she thought went well with her outfit when on the job.
Or at least that’s what some of the bigger tipper said.
Regardless, she took a moment to draw her auburn hair back and make sure it was secured into her ponytail before she took the drink out to her customer (one of only four in the whole diner at the moment). Their fingers briefly grazing as she handed off the glass. A static jolt accompanying the contact and a spark of purple-black light that left her skin tingling at the point of contact.
Poison for her part scouted back in her seat, suddenly made very aware of her own cock. It felt oddly swollen, as if it hadn’t entirely shrunk back to its original 6’’ length after her earlier escapade at that other club. Now though she could feel it throbbing with need, forcibly pushing up and into the thong undergarments she’d been wearing, pulling the pink straps of it back and threading them between her asscheeks. She looked down, missing how her gaze drew May’s and had both of them staring at her crotch as it bulged outward. Her short-shorts showing an utterly unmistakable tenting that could be, had to be nothing less than big fat cock.
“Oh my god! She is HUNG,” May thought, swallowing as she found herself salivating at the dick before her. This woman-man… this Queen beyond such simple categories was hypnotizing.
“Ah… are you gonna get my burger or what?”
“I-I… I’ll be right on it!”
“She saw! She had to have seen me ogling her cock!”
She rushed back behind the counter, her freckles vanishing as her blush darkened to a cherry pink from shame.
And arousal.
Even removed from that woman she couldn’t help but continue to think of her, fantasize about that dick. How it would taste (divine, so strong and thick each jet of cum she’d be choking them down!) How it would smell (pungent and sweaty… a hint of perfume over a male musk that would curl her toes)! How it would feel as it fucked her face, raw and hard, deep and far… her vision swimming red as she literally passed out with her lips wrapped around that thick pole of power-
“Hey May! Your orders up. Get it out to that table will you?”
“R-right Sam.”
May took the platter from her boss, still frazzled and growing more so as she returned to that solitary booth where the penis packing goddess sat.
“Why am I acting like this? What is with me… with HER?” Sure, she was bi. Hell, she even had an off-again on-again girlfriend (currently off). But this?
This was new.
This was strange.
This was so…
“Here you go, miss,” May said laying the plate down, freezing as their hands made contact again. This time it felt like a bee sting. It hurt… but good?
She yanked her arm back, turning around and walking away without a word. Missing how Poison was eyeing her butt as she retreated… and moving about in her booth trying to hide the truly raging hardon she had developed.
May walked into the bathroom, closed and locked the door and dropped onto the toilet seat. White panties between her legs a moment later as she fingered herself, desperate and needy. Her digits weren’t enough. Not even when one became two became three. She needed more!
She needed that cock.
In her mouth, in her pussy… in her ass even. It didn’t matter. She needed it like a man in the desert needed water, hot and creamy right from the source…
Hell, she couldn’t even manage a decent metaphor without it coming up all cock shaped!
Panties pulled up once more she left the restroom. Her mind made up.
The receipt she handed out was a little different.
A cherry-red kiss and a message written upon it.
Shifts over in ten minutes. Meet me outside for some fun…
-May
***
Fun had degenerated into passionate kissing, tongue based mouth-fucking, mere moments after she stepped outside. She barely managed to hang on to her purse as she guided/was guided away from the front of the Heavy Metal Diner and round back. She’d meant to walk across the street to the nearby motel, but that didn't happen.
“Screw it. I’ll blow her right her if I have too.” She had no idea why she was acting like this! Like such a dirty immoral skank! But she… she liked it?
She liked it a lot.
So she found herself pushed against the wall beside the dumpster, a tongue forced into her mouth and striving to conquer it. While she felt the grinding throbbing bulge of this woman’s cock rubbing against her upper thigh. Promising her more than just pleasure… but base animal rutting which would dominate her utterly and completely.
God how she wanted it.
Wanted to be fucked like a bitch right here and now!
But she felt shame, fear… she couldn’t go that far! Not even at night…
Not in public!
(Or close to it?)
So she compromised…
Dropping to a low squat and undoing the belt on those short shorts. Staring in awestruck reverence as the cock sprung loose. Nearly eight inches of thick and strong shaft. Veins standing out and pumping lifeblood into this beautiful bitchbreaking rod before her. She licked her lips, feeling unworthy, deficient in comparison.
But she overcame it quickly.
Planting a single, gentle kiss on the weeping piss-slit, letting that intoxicating taste of penis waft over her tongue. Every bit as perfect as she had imagined!
And then she felt hands reach down, grabbing roughly at the sides of her head, yanking on her scrunchy and pulling… pulling her onto it.
Her eyes widened as inch after inch of that cock speared into her mouth, over her tongue and down her throat. She’d never taken so much dick before! But her it was, all that cock in her, throbbing, pulsing… tingling with power.
Glowing, though neither could see it. Her because it was buried in her throat, and Poison because she was scarcely in control of her own body. This need to cum, to spunk and fill this slutty waitress with her seed overwhelming her sense of control in an instant. So out of it that the sparks of purple-black leaping from her fingers and making May’s hair stand up, her hair scrunchy tear apart and fall to ashes on the concrete, went unnoticed.
Instead all she knew to do was to fuck.
To fuck herself, her cock, into this woman’s willing face.
In and out, quick and powerful thrusts that had her lips and throat ravaged by the enormous rod. May gasping for breath, choking on the tool even as she felt her dripping sex reward her endurance with mind numbing jolts of pleasure that seemed to tune themselves to the penetration. Ebbing and flowing to the rhythm of Poison’s thrusts. A peak of pleasure each time she bottomed out, bulbous bellend bulging out her throat as it passed down, her gag reflex somehow exorcised from her by the power of this penis. And dropping low, painfully low when she pulled back, so much that even as her lungs burned and her throat told her how much abuse she had rendered onto it all she could think was to bob her head forward and try and get that cock back inside, deep as she could once more!
And each time it thrust into her she felt that pulse, that joyful burst of energy from her needy cunt grow. Till it became a full body pleasure quake that had her near delirious. The heat, the burning lust and the lack of oxygen (the later of which she simply didn’t care about!) combined to make it feel like a drug induced hallucination. Gravity going away, her own body nothing but a roll of nerves wrapped around that invading cock. Which thrust by thrust seemed to dig deeper each time.
It was in fact. Poison’s cock swelled, the mushroom cap growing scarlet purple as her penis managed another inch of veiny potent virility as it lurched into and out of May’s throat.
Now each pleasure seizing typhoon that rocked her world seemed unreal. May only barely aware that there was more than one and not a steady storm of orgasms that threatened to unmake her mind.
Her body.
Her very soul.
A threat that was becoming very real as her flesh seemed to respond to the corrupting force flowing from Poison’s cock and into her. Her freckles seemed to vanish one by one, leaving only the flush on her pale pink cheeks. Her hair was growing in volume, growing out of her scalp. Redder, an off orange color replacing what had been there before and flowing up each strand. Her eyes glowed as the purple light shot through them… brown changing to brilliant emerald.
Her very sense of self being buried, unmade… remade.
Officer Valentine had been a classic piece in need of… alterations as far as the curse was concerned.
Margaret Fly was a blank canvas on which to create a very slutty work of art.
Which it was well on its way to painting when the frothy strong ejaculation of Poison’s cock finally erupted out and down her throat. Covering the canvas of her soul in the crackling corrupt cum that would and had been dominating her for the last forty minutes.
Finally free, finally able to work its will completely upon her.
Poison herself not aware of what was happening stumbled back, stunned by the strength of her ejaculation. She managed a sentence or two. Something about asking May’s name (a silly question as the girl couldn't remember it at the moment) and if she needed any help (Poison had helped her already, helped her out of her old life and into something new…)
So the pink haired shemale walked away, leaving May coughing, struggling to stand as rivulets of spent spunk dripped from her tender lips and stained her clothes.
Her body still rocked by the power within and without.
Which had only begun to work its magic upon her.
The tainted seed was far from done. May’s already pale complexion was going towards the waxy and bizarre. Pasty white and garish to the extent that it looked like she must have used heavy makeup to create it. Her eyes, still tear streaked from choking on Poison’s enormous rod for minute after grueling minute were coloring with a dark and heavy eye-shadow. It looked for all the world like an hour of intense work in front of a mirror was fast painting itself onto her face. Lips, still red from the labor of shaft sucking dyed another color. Brilliant emerald green, pumping up while she continued to seize and shiver behind the dumpster of the Heavy Metal Diner.
Her tongue ran over and around her plumping cock-suckers, an orgasmic experience as she felt her lips stiffen and swell even more. The shocking complexion and stark makeup giving her certainly odd appearance.
Devilish and bewitching, made all the more so as her now orange-red hair rose up into a pair of spiraling horns and stuck out from the side of her head. Long bangs framed her pale face as a cruel and mischievous grin spread across her face. She licked her fingers clean of the cum, wiping them on her apron.
Only then noticing what she wore.
“The fuck is this?”
She tore it off, revealing a dress that was fast shifting against her skin. Skirt drawing up into stark pink one-piece that split low at the chest to show her pale bosom. Which itself was rising up into something more impressive. A sharp pinch from each nipple as new piercings spiked through her nipples. Almost showing through her vinyl dress as her bra evaporated from her body and it tightened upon her. She tensed, her toes curling in her boots as the heel rose slightly and she rose more. She was growing taller, stronger…
Her stockings shifting as the rose along with her legs, straps streaking up under her short skirt to join them to her new and more risque undergarments. But no longer matched. The left grew rings of pink and black. And the right… skulls. Dozens grinning out on the black material as she walked forth into her new life.
The waitress, the ex-student… the pussy push over vanishing as a tough street-wise bitch took her place.
A proud member (and currently only) of the Phantom Gang.
Margaret…
Merely May..
No longer…
She was Mayfly.
Mon Jun 10 23:32:13 2019