Little Shop of Corruption Pt. 11 (Worm/CoC) (Patreon)

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Themes: Consensual, No Sex, Master/Slave, Fantasy

Word Count: 5,266

Summary: Madison can't take it anymore. She just can't. There's only one thing left to do at this point.

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It wasn’t fair. Grimacing at the petulant thought, Madison squirms in her seat as she shoots another glance towards the clock on the wall. The time inches ever closer to the end of the day. Just a little while longer and she could make her escape. Literally. This wasn’t like a usual ‘end of school day escape’. It wasn’t even like the usual ‘end of the week escape’.

No… Madison had already made her decision. She wasn’t coming back next week. She wasn’t ever going to set foot on Winslow, ever again. The young woman knew, she absolutely KNEW that she couldn’t possibly survive another week here in this environment and remain in control of herself. Winslow had become one gigantic honey trap.

Over the last two weeks, things had gone from bad to worse, and they hadn’t stopped. The upheaval of the established order, the utter annihilation of the status quo… it’d not left Madison in a good position, that was for sure. The obliteration of her little group with Emma and Sophia and their hangers-on over Hebert’s disappearance and the investigation that had followed over a month and a half before had had nothing on this. That had had all the workings of a typical high school scandal. Madison had known what to do to survive that.

This? She didn’t know what to do to survive this. This went beyond high school. This was changing the entirety of Brockton Bay, and if things continued on as they were, it could very well change Earth Bet as well. But that didn’t change the fact that right now, it was completely turning Winslow High on its head. There’d always been an established order of the ‘haves’ and the ‘haves not’. Pretty and ugly, nerds and jocks, popular kids and gang members.

Madison knew it was somewhat like that in the real world as well, even if she also understood that your popularity in high school was no guarantee that you’d be able to SUCCEED in the real world. She’d already been working to leverage her efforts to remain at the top of the social ladder into a future for herself… but now everything was upside down.

That damn SHOP over on the Boardwalk was the cause of it. With that, anyone could be anything. And everyone wanted to be everything. Madison didn’t even need to look around at her fellow classmates to know that they’d all taken advantage of the shop. All of the girls had at least a C-cup breast or larger now. Butts had more bounce and hips had more sway. Flat and A-cup chests had all but disappeared as the Lady of Lust, the shop’s proprietor or cheerleader or whatever she was, gave out free samples to girls with such measurements until they were at LEAST B-cups.

The guys were a little subtler, but no less changed. You never could tell when one of the nerds was suddenly strong enough to stand up to a jock, with hidden muscles lurking just out of sight beneath frayed hoodies and baggy cargo pants. But the bulges present on most guys was enough to reveal those that had given their patronage to the shop. You were lucky if you found yourself staring at just one bulge, instead of multiple.

And that was just those that were still human. Madison kept her eyes steadfastly on the clock, but her face still burned a little as she contemplated what they were calling ‘voluntary Case 53s’ in the back rows of the classroom. The thought of their furry bodies, twitching ears, fluffy tails, and tapping claws… Madison shivers and shudders in her seat. The sheer inhumanity of it had the secretive pervert subtly rubbing her thighs together, even if the pad in her panties dulled the sensation.

That had been made necessary by the results of her sampling some of the bottles that her mother had so ‘graciously’ brought home. It had taken two drinks to push out of B-cup and into C-cup, but the side effect had been a dripping faucet betwixt her thighs, as her pussy just wouldn’t stop GUSHING. No more cute skirts or tight jeans for her. If the other girls found out, she’d lose what little standing she had left. And if she wasn’t already planning to escape this place for good, Madison would have been horrified by the thought of falling the rest of the way from grace, dropping into the ordinary masses that made up most of Winslow’s population.

The voluntary Case 53s made her hidden perversions so much worse though. Madison had always known she was a depraved little slut. But she’d also always been able to hide that from everyone else. It was a lot harder to do so these days. Before all this, she’d wait until she was home, safely locked away in her room. Then, she’d retrieve the hidden flash drive to access all of the lewd and debauched images and artwork of Case 53s and other monsters that she had saved to it.

Those moments in private were some of her most shameful… and her most joyful. Now though, it was like she was walking a tight rope that was getting more and more slippery with every step she took. The Case 53s weren’t just on her secret flash drive anymore. They were all around her, surrounding her in every class, in the halls, throughout Winslow, all day, every day.

All she needed to do was lay in bed and recall everything she saw each day, to really get herself going. But it was growing harder and harder to control herself. She couldn’t remain here any longer as she was, and if she was going to finally give in, Madison wasn’t going to do it here of all places. No, if she was going to give it all up, all the reputation and popularity… possibly even her future, Madison was going to go for the jackpot.

The only problem with all that was that she was stuck in last period, and last period was World Issues, taught by Mr. Gladly. Normally, this was her easiest class. Recently though, it’d become torturous… not just for her, but for everyone. Mr. Gladly had never actually been well-liked by his students, no matter how hard he tried. In point of fact, he was rather pathetic simply because of how hard he tried.

Everyone agreed that he was almost certainly one of those guys that had tried to be too hard to be popular and ‘cool’ back in high school, and it’d only carried into his adult life, quite obviously. A guy who’d never grown up, and in the end, had come back to high school not out of a love for teaching, but because it was the only place he felt like he belonged… even if he REALLY didn’t.

No one had thought he could get any worse though. They’d all been so wrong and misguided to believe that for even a moment, in Madison’s opinion. Gladly’s latest attempt to be ‘hip’ and ‘cool’ had seen him using shit from the shop as well. He was ‘trying to keep up’ in his OWN WORDS, and in the end… well, one would think that out of all the options they offered, he would have gone with the sure bets to make himself more attractive, or stronger, or simply bigger-dicked.

Instead, Gladly had gone voluntary Case 53 as well. He’d bought a bunch of Canine Peppers, from what Madison had heard, and out of all the dog breeds he could have become… he was now a Chihuahua-morph. The fucking idiot had literally become a Chihuahua Case 53. Anywhere else, such ‘erratic’ behavior would be enough to get him fired on the spot. But this was Winslow. The standards here were so low that they hadn’t even tried to prevent the student body from transforming themselves, so why try and stop their teaching staff?

Arcadia, Immaculata, and Clarendon had all been absurdly quick to institute new policies involving the more transformative items from the shop, and voluntary Case 53s were being turned away left and right from those schools right now. From the rumors going around, the lawsuits based around discrimination would take months if not years to litigate, and the growing list of people hoping to have Panacea reverse the changes was enough to put most of those student bodies off from doing anything too drastic to themselves.

Winslow had not been so lucky. Madison had not been so lucky. Mr. Gladly’s clothes hung limply from his insanely skinny frame, and it was so obvious that he’d blown all of his savings at the shop that it was almost pitiable. His new body seemed to constantly shake like he was cold, and the pitch of his voice would rapidly change so that no one in the rom could even nod off anymore. But worst of all were the three bulges pressing out of the front of his jeans.

Madison shudders as a fresh wave of arousal rushes through her, followed closely by disgust, mostly in herself. She’d fantasized about him fucking her in front of the class as some sort of sexual education lesson… more than once now. Unfortunately, he was currently going on and on about Parahumans, and the passion in Gladly’s voice as he described the ‘deeds’ of female heroes and villains carried down to his crotch.

She can’t help but bite her lower lip. She’s not going to make it to the end of class, not at this rate. She had to… she had to get out before something happened that she couldn’t come back from. Waiting until Gladly’s looking away, Madison shifts her position in her chair, adopting a twisted expression of pain on her face. The little actress wraps an arm around her stomach and quietly groans. The instant Gladly’s big, triangle ears twitch in her direction, Madison knows she has his attention, and she makes sure to look down at her stomach as she slowly raises her hand.

Looking up, she finds the Chihuahua-morph padding over to her on his weak doggie legs, a look of genuine concern on his face as he frowns slightly.

“Are you alright, Madison?”

Making sure to maintain eye-contact so she doesn’t accidently line her eyes up with his approaching package, Madison sets out to trick the teacher… which means pulling out all the stops.

“My stomach is cramping up, Mr. G… may I be excused to go to the bathroom?”

It galled her to say his nickname, but the effect was obvious as his eyes lit up and his damn tail began to wag all the faster. Gladly really thought that she was his friend or something, the middle-aged idiot falling for her act, hook, line, and sinker. The implication that she was having troubles with her period works like a charm, and a moment later Madison is being excused as she snatches up her books and her bag.

There’s not even a moment where she looks behind her at the Case 53s in the back of the room, mostly because Madison knows that it’ll be her undoing. Instead, she hurries past all the top-heavy girls and big-dicked guys at the front of the room, and escapes through the classroom door with a sigh of relief. She continued projecting the image of a teen girl suffering through a rough period though, just in case Gladly followed her to the door. All the way around the first corner… and she was free!

Sprinting down the hallway to her locker, Madison hastens to unlock it, pulling out her overstuffed gym bag from inside without another moment to lose. Then, she set about trying to find a girl’s bathroom that WASN’T already occupied by two or more people fucking. Her first choice, the bathroom on the third floor, had a futa cat girl fucking a mouse girl in it, and the next several picks aren’t much better, in the end.

Funnily enough, she finally finds privacy in the girl’s locker room of all places instead. Setting her bag down on the counter, Madison finds herself staring at her flushed, panting face in the mirror, the pad in her panties completely soaked through with her pussy juices by this point. Blushing deeply, the girl gives in to her lusts, ever so slightly.

With a hand forced down her pants, Madison fingers herself to the thought of giving her body over to all the voluntary Case 53s that were steadily overwhelming Winslow’s population. To be used and fucked and just TAKEN by the monsters all around her. From the futa cat girls to the dog guys to the Asian foxes, even the lizardmen…

Madison climaxes from the fantasy and her fingers five times before exhausting herself, and only then does she calm down enough to get back to it. With shaking hands, the girl turns on the faucets and drinks handfuls of water to recover and cool off, before going into one of the locker room’s shower stalls to strip out of her clothes. The pad in her panties was supposed to be heavily absorbent, but of course it hadn’t failed to hold up.

Tossing it aside, Madison changes completely and then heads back to the mirror to complete the transformation. Nothing permanent, mind you, but she had always been better at becoming something she wasn’t, even before the shop’s appearance. After the final few adjustments, it’s not the cute high school student that looks Madison in the eye when she stares into the mirror, it’s a tired, overloaded coed staring back at her, looking as if she’s absolutely done with the world.

To be fair… Madison REALLY was. But hey, now she didn’t have to deal with ‘The World’ anymore. Glancing at everything, the young woman takes nothing but her purse with her, leaving her backpack and her gym bag and all of her clothes behind as she walks right out of the locker room and then out of Winslow High School altogether.

It was time to achieve her destiny. It was time to give in to her greatest desires. One way or another, today was the day Madison left her old life behind. She didn’t care about her future anymore, she didn’t care about her reputation. Another path had opened up to her, and at this point Madison fully believed it was the only one available to her.

She was going to go down to the Boardwalk. She was going to find the Little Shop of Corruption. And she was going to start her new life working for the Lady of Lust and that dragon she’d heard about, Salazar. 

Madison Clements would accept no less.

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Along the way, she made sure to grab an overpriced expresso to add to her disguise. No truant officer was going to come after her, while she made for a cute little high school princess when she wanted to, she could also easily pull off mature, bookish coed without much trouble. None of the enforcers on the Boardwalk gave her a second glance… probably because she actually WASN’T the hottest chick around these days.

The Boardwalk, just like more and more of Brockton Bay, was filled with attractive people. The Little Shop of Corruption’s influence was everywhere, and it only made Madison more confident that her decision to hop on board the train of debauchery was the right one. Eventually, the entrance to the shop almost seems to appear right in front of her. She’d been glancing around, trying to see if anyone else seemed to know where it was, when suddenly she turned back to what had previously been an empty, blank wall to find the archway there.

Given that the wall was connected to another shop, but the Little Shop of Corruption wasn’t actually displacing it, the fact that she was walking through a magical portal into some other dimension didn’t escape Madison’s grasp. The wide grin on her face just made her look all the more eager as she stepped into the shop… only to find that it wasn’t at all as little as the name suggested.

Like… seriously. Madison’s jaw drops open and her eyes go wide at the sheer SIZE of the place in front of her. It was big. Really, REALLY big. Four to five people could stand shoulder to shoulder in each of the shop’s aisles, and there were several aisles, all filled with strange items and odd concoctions. She was… she was finally home.

Madison’s jaw clicks shut and she’s smiling again in moments as she continues to stand where she is, feeling absurdly small in the face of it all. Her eyes roam around, and she sees what can only be Salazar sitting at the cash register over near the front of the shop, reading a book. Her hands immediately begin to shake, but Madison couldn’t have said whether it was excitement, arousal, fear, or something else.

In that moment, the girl realized that she would need a few minutes to gather her courage. Because… yeah, the dragon snake man at the register was more than a little imposing. There was of course a sign at the entrance to the shop with rules and warnings on it, but Madison had already seen its contents in the pamphlets that her mom had brought home, so she ignored it. She didn’t want to make it look like it was her first time here after all… if she hadn’t already failed in that.

Moving past the sign, Madison finds herself surprised at how… empty the store is. It is the middle of the day though, so that could have something to do with it. Ah, there was also a side room from the looks of things. No one had mentioned that to her, and a small sign beside it said ‘NEW’ in big bold letters, so maybe that was where everyone was hanging out? Licking her lips, Madison makes her way over there and glances past the entryway to find out what the big deal was.

A moment later, she pulls back with wide eyes and a bright red blush on her face as her heart races with desire and need. Resting against the wall beside it, Madison notices that all the noise she’d just been privy to has cut off the moment she pulled back into the main shop. It was… it looked to be a porn library of sorts, but the main draw of the place seemed to be all the deep chairs and couches where customers had been engaging in all sorts of sexual activities.

Oral, Vaginal, Anal… and more than that as well, while a very tall, stacked, and strangely green Case 53 had been lecturing them on their actions and the right and wrong way to engage in them. It hadn’t been an orgy, it was too controlled to be called that… more like a sex class on how to be better lovers? All while a tall fox woman with the word SECURITY printed across her leather-clad breast had kept watch as her massive horse dick was attended to by volunteers.

Madison bites her lower lip to avoid moaning or crying out as she shudders in near-orgasmic bliss. She was… she was finally home. She could only wonder if (and hope that) she’d be getting some personal attention from the staff once she joined up. Surely… surely this wasn’t just a day job for any of them. Like she wanted for herself, it just HAD to be a way of life, right?

Her anxiety and her fear are still there, but Madison fights through them to approach the cash register anyways, no longer wanting to wait another moment as she walks up to where the green dragon snake man is manning the till. Only, as she approaches she realizes that the creature, who could only be this Salazar she’d heard and read so much about, was actually FAR larger than she’d originally thought. The monster had muscles on muscles, and his tail, coiled under him, probably allowed him to tower over just about anyone and everyone if he really liked.

And all she was seeing was his waist up, and the tip of his tail sticking out from behind the counter’s end! Biting her lower lip still, Madison absently notices that the book he’s reading is actually an enlarged copy of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets of all things. As she reaches the desk and notices the difference in height, Madison finally also notices the convenient steps up as well that she can take to actually see over the desk.

Before she can take them however, Salazar abruptly lowers his book. Madison jumps and squeaks as the dragon yawns, revealing the numerous sharp teeth and fangs in his mouth as his incredibly long snake tongue stretches out above her head. His arms lift over his head and his wings unfold behind him to add to the unintended image. In truth, Salazar is just stretching… but for Madison, all she sees is the draconic god she’s always fantasized about coming and stealing her away for his harem, right there in the flesh.

With a moan and a shudder, Madison’s knees give out on her as she cums on the spot, her eyelids fluttering for a moment. By the time she recovers and slowly stands back up, she finds Salazar staring at her. He glances over her form for a moment and snorts softly, his nostrils flaring as his tongue tastes the air.

“This desk is for purchases only.”

Another shudder goes through her body as his deep voice sends shivers down her spine. He stretches out one of his arms, thicker than her torso, and points across the ‘little’ shop to another desk.

“That one over there is for advice and help on finding the right product for you.”

Madison glances over and sees a woman in robes showing a wide-eyed male customer a bottle of white liquid. The robed woman gestures to her breasts, and Madison goes wide-eyed right alongside the other customer as the woman’s tits balloon in size. It takes her a moment to turn away from the sight, and once she does she finds Salazar has taken up his book again and is once more reading from it.

Swallowing nervously, Madison gathers every ounce of courage and willpower she has.

“I… I want to join you!”

There’s a pause. And then…

“We aren’t taking applications from this world’s inhabitants.”

Another shudder runs through Madison’s body. There it is! Confirmation that they really aren’t from Earth! They’re so monstrous, so inhuman, so AMAZING! Ah, but she’d just been shot down… not that that would be enough to dissuade her.

“You don’t understand. I don’t… I don’t want to work here, though I’d be willing to do so. I want to join you. I want to be a part of your group. I can… I can pay, if that’s what it takes!”

She really can, though Madison is self-aware enough to know her savings are meager at best, compared to what they must be making off of the shop’s sales. Regardless, the thousands of dollars that she’s committed crimes just to pull out of her college fund have to count for something, right? Salazar just chuckles, even as he shakes his head back and forth.

“Girl, understand that the only reason I’m not simply throwing you out is because I know that, unlike the majority of our eager would-be applicants, YOU are not a spy for one of this world’s many curious, nosey organizations. Still, if we aren’t taking them in, what makes you think we would bother with a normal teenage girl? You couldn’t afford to join us, even if we were looking for payment.”

Tears prick at Madison’s eyes, but she fights them back as she reaches into her purse and pulls out the three stacks of bound one hundred dollar bills she has sitting inside. It really is thousands of dollars, she knows, she counted it… but as she holds them out to him, Salazar looks completely unimpressed, as she somehow knew he would, deep down inside.

“P-Please… Please! I… I’m Specific_Protagonist on the Internet, I am THE biggest Case 53 Enthusiast on this PLANET! All I’ve ever wanted in my life is to find a monster cape to fall in love with, to worship and adore! I just… I just can’t go back to the way things were before now that you’re all actually HERE!”

The tears finally do begin to fall from Madison’s cheeks as she starts to break down right there before the massive dragon naga. She couldn’t… she couldn’t go back to her old life. Not after all of her preparations. Not after the ties that had been cut, both by herself and by fate. This was… this was IT! This was the end all, be all… she HAD to convince him.

However, even honest tears seemed to do nothing to sway Salazar, as he flipped a page without even looking at her.

“We’re not Case 53s. I could care less who you are online, we don’t have the internet you people seem to put so much stock in here. Besides, there’s plenty of transformed males wandering around your city these days that would gladly take such a desperate girl.”

Madison’s lower lip wobbles. How can… how can he be so CRUEL and HEARTLESS?! God, it’s turning her on a fair amount too… but she’s still not just going to give up.

“P-Please! My name is Madison Clements! I’m a deviant freak that wants nothing more than to be the plaything of a massive, bestial monster!”

Once the floodgates open, she just can’t let go. Madison’s forehead touches the counter, the girl having climbed the stairs without even realizing it as she continues to pour her heart out to the dragon man.

“I’ve been a freak since as long as I can remember! When I was a little girl, I CRIED when Beast turned back into the Prince in ‘Beauty and the Beast’! The other girls thought I was weird for liking Beast more than the P-Prince, a-and I learned to hide who I truly was, to hide my true feelings! I just… I j-just want a place where I don’t have to hide who I truly am!”

She was still face down on the desk when she heard the thump of a book hitting it. Looking up with wide, puffy eyes, Madison sees Salazar gazing down at her with something more than apathy and disinterest now. He’s actually curious, as his tongue licks at his sharp teeth.

“Never thought I’d meet a girl that actually preferred the Beast over the Prince.”

He looks thoughtful now. Madison can’t help but let the hope rise in her heart as her breath hitches. C-Could her words truly have gotten through to him? Eventually, Salazar seems to nod to himself.

“There is one way you can join us here…”

“A-Anything!”

“… But it’s a discussion best held in private.”

Madison’s lips zip shut, and she nods with wide eyes as the dragon man looks across the room and yells out to the top-heavy robed woman.

“Shouldra! Stop teasing that customer and close the sale! I need you to take over the register for me, pronto.”

Both Shouldra and the customer look put out by that, as the man is currently resting his head in her pillow-sized tits, but the robed woman doesn’t seem inclined to disobey as she bobs her head up and down in agreement and waves him off. Salazar grunts and opens up the counter before gesturing at the curtain behind him.

“After you.”

Madison shivers in anticipation as she glances at Salazar’s lower body while walking past. Giant snakes in horror movies had always aroused her… but now she knew they had nothing on the real deal. Stepping behind the curtain reveals a lounge area some sort of employee break room from what she could guess. But they don’t get to stop there, as Salazar directs her to the very large doors in the back.

It takes every ounce of Madison’s willpower to not consistently glance back and stare at Salazar’s body. As she reaches the doors, she pushes as hard as she can, but in the end the dragon snake man has to assist her in opening them, revealing a large, mansion-sized interior and a long table right before her.

“Wait here, I need to collect some things.”

Madison licks her lips as she gazes around the area. The table is big… but then, so is everything else. It’s all obviously been adjusted in size to suit the larger occupants that it had to deal with. There’s something delightfully wondrous and magical about that, and Madison can’t help but squirm as she approaches the table. She doesn’t dare move from that spot and ruin her chances of getting in, but it’s not long anyways before Salazar is back with a jug full of liquid and a collar in his hands.

He outright tosses the collar onto the table in front of her, and sets down the jug more gently, even as Madison stares at the collar above all else. The implications make her extremely wet cunt even wetter.

“You can’t pay us enough to get an equal place in our group. The currency of our world is gemstones. This jug of Vitality Tincture alone would cost ninety gems on our world.”

Madison’s eyes bulge out of her skull as she stares at the jug as well, but Salazar simply continues on.

“If you really want to join our household, it will be as a sex slave, to be used as we please and transformed to suit our needs.”

He pauses for a moment, and then clears his throat.

“Be warned, that coll-“

Whatever he’d planned to say gets cut off as Madison snatches up the collar and quickly snaps it shut around her neck, as if she’s afraid he’ll take it back from her. Salazar pauses, and then his nostrils flare in exasperation and amusement.

“… Once that collar is snapped shut, nothing short of a beheading will see it removed.”

Madison’s hands go up to it again, and she feels as the latch vanishes into smooth metal, truly locking the no-doubt magical collar to her neck.

“… Just drink this. Don’t want to break you on my first use.”

Madison eagerly drains the jug of Vitality Tincture, shuddering as she feels an indescribable change come over her body. Then, said body is casually picked up and brought down on the dining table as Salazar holds her with one clawed hand and tears her clothes off with the other. Her bra goes next and Madison only stops him from doing the same with her panties by mentioning with a blush that they’re edible.

As she’d hoped, that massive tongue of his comes out and repeatedly wraps around her crotch, flicking her slit each time until he slowly pulls them off of her body, consuming the edible undergarments hole. It’s amazing. Absolutely amazing. And Madison thinks she’s more than ready for what’s to come next with her cunt sopping wet… until Salazar’s massive, monstrous cock, larger than she’d ever imagined, thumps down onto the table.

The echoing thud jars Madison as she stares with wide eyes at the dragon snake man’s shaft. And then, even Madison Clements, monster enthusiast and secret deviant, faints at the sight.