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Alleyway Graffiti

By Visperus

Arriving in the Alleyway at midnight with your bag of spraycans, you pick a wide open spot for your Graffiti, on the wall of Enchantment Shop. Setting down your bag you envision your graffiti, a stylized version of your name, in blue and white and a dab of pink.d Picking up and shacking the first paintcan, it spews paint everywhere, shocked by this you take a better look into the bag. Every. Single. One. Every can is broken open, shattered. How could this have happened? How can a metal can shatter? And why is the paint so.... thick. . . . . .

Is it moving?

Looking down at the ground the paint has seeped out of the bag and moved to your feet. Trying to move away, you are already too late, white paint enveloping your feet and toes. Your feet grow bigger, toes fusing into 3 featureless toes. Wiggling and taking a testing step you feel the ground underneath your new paws. The white goo-like paint travels further up your legs, leaving mostly white, thick legs behind. Your stance shifts as the paint reforms your legs into a digitrade position.

Moving further up, now reaching your crotch the coloration shifts a bit. Wide hips and a blue belly give you an idea of what you are becoming, a Lugia. Though a bit of pink paint joins your crotch, a slit opening up with your cock, it now being a nice uniform pink and... thinner? It continues slipping out and becoming thicker, now tapered and looking decidedly more animal like. Slipping out more and more you realize it is now incredibly long, reaching above your head at the moment. And sensitive, as it shivers in the cold night air. On the other side a tail forms, becoming thick and somehwat long, a pair of blue fins forming at the end. Swaying behind you idly. The paint not having waited a moment to continue its path above your body, has turned your chest and stomach into a blue belly, the back white with a set of protrusions. Approaching your collarbone you notice that you are now taller than before. Your cock throbbing lightly, as the paint seems to have some aphrodisiac like effects additionally. Hard and right infront of your face, a bit of precum drools down the massive spire. Before you can touch it though, your shoulders shift, becomind a bit thicker and white as the paint runs down your arms. Your forearms widening, as your hands turn into wings, big and with white fingers widening. You now run your new wings across your body, feeling everything, even your cock. Rubbing it and causing more precum to run down its side and across your fingers. But the paint hasnt quite finished you, your neck turning white and enlongating, the shift of vision giving a bit of vertigo, becoming longer and longer until you are standing tall at 5 meters total, just tall enough that your cocks slit is positioned right infront of your face. With your neck done, the final part to be turned is your head. Your jaw reforming, cracking into a muzzle, eyes being encircled by a blue protrusion, the back of your head becoming thin. With the vertigo finally leaving, you are left as a.. ,rather lewd lugia in the middle of an alleyway. The transformation having made you exceddingly horny, shivering and touching your member over and over in a very naughty. Your cock overflowing with pre, and your tail swishing around behind you knocking at the wall you wanted to graffiti earlier. Rubbing up and down that hard, meaty member of yours, your wings causing waves of pleasure to run throughout you. Wanting to cum so much, trembling and nearly to your knees as you almost reach the edge. Although you cant, something tugs on your tail as you stumble forward. Looking back your tail is still there, but the tip. . . it looks almost . . . flat?

Tugging a bit more you are positive that your tailtip is stuck on the wall, hooked in to something, but as you try to flex it, it doesn't move. Deciding that you have to get away from that Enchantment Shops walls, you take a step forward with some force, what you didn't expect is the surprise throb of your cock. Stumbling backwards the rest of your tail hits the wall and also your back. The thick tail instantly flattens out, a simple layer of paint on that wall. Your chest taking more time, sticking halfway out of the wall. With your Shoulders slowly flattening, your wide hips and legs doing the same, a phantom force takes a hold of you, your mind reeling a bit as your arms and wings move on their own. Legs positionin themselves in a kneeling position, forcing your feet into a painted state.

Your hands gripping your hard cock again and jerking fast, causing your own tongue to loll out. Your neck gradually gets dragged into the wall. Cock throbbing and spewing pre everywhere, hitting your body and wall. Moaning and panting in need, pleasure overwhelming you. Most of your body is stuck to the wall, chest, stomach, legs and neck. Your tongue hangs out as you near the edge, a lustfull expression, as the phantom force drags your head in, making that expression stick, unable to look around or move. The only thing in your vision is the opposite wall, and your dribbling cock. The phantom force continuing and running your wings over it still. As you approach the edge more and more cum spews, hitting the wall and your painted on body. The cum turning to paint aswell giving your lustfull expression an additional naughty feature. Just as you reach the edge, stumbling into an massive orgasm, mind wrecked by it, the rest of you is forced in the cock painted over your muzzle and body, wings still gripping in a jerking manner. Finally your painted tongue moves lightly wrapping aorund the tip of it. Cum spews across the wall and your head, onto your muzzle and turning to more white paint. With your cock stuck right as the orgasm hit, just another layer of paint on the wall, the orgasm doesn't wane, continuing to rush through you.

All thats left of you is a graffiti on the shops wall, done by the enchantment on the building to disuading anyone from disgracing it further than their first time. Since you tried to graffiti it, it gave you what you wanted, to graffiti it with yourself.

A graffiti of a Lugia in the throes of orgasm, its tongue out and wrapped around the tip of its own cock, eyes rolled back in pleasure. Kneeling with its wings wrapped around the massive body-sized cock, jerking it. Though just a painted layer, on the alleyway wall, unmoving and lewd.

You cant exactly focus, with the pleasure endlessly continuing, your experience of time is a bit warped. Occasionally refocusing and seeing the alley again. Some people pass by and raise a brow at the naughty defilement of the wall, _You._You try to make your position know, say and move to no avail. Some even gain a little tent under their paints as they look you over, maybe even touching that member of yours, which you still feel, pleasurable shocks running through you. Though theres also that one otter that returned the following night jerking infront of you and adding his own cum to your lewd image, giving you a lewd sense of pride, being a lewd graffiti for others to enjoy.

Soon though the shop keeper approaches you, after some complaints, looking you up and down, touch you with a cruel smirk as he rubs your sensitive member, before leaving.

A few days pass, people occasionally seeing you and touching, worsening your need. But now a pair is approaching you, white overalls and paint cans in paws. A Lucario and a Blaziken. " This is it. The thing we're supposed to paint over. " says the blaziken. " Oh wow, quite detailed, why would someone take so much time to paint something so lewd? " responds the Lucario, setting down their tools and opening the paint cans. You shiver unseen, a little fear coming into your mind what will happen to you? Struggling inside your paint prison you try to make your plight heard, but cant. " 50 bucks if you lick this things cock. " says the blaziken. " What? 50 for a quick lick? Ill take you on on that! " replies the Lucario, stepping up to you as the Blaziken laughs. " You're fucking weird dude! ". The Lucario revels in his partners disgust, licking across the paint of your cock, sending you more pleasure through the everlasting orgasm. Running it across it for a few seconds before stepping away and spitting on the ground. " Urghh, its dirty! "he says while spitting more. The Blaziken just laughs and hands him 50 dollars, then opens the paint can of white paint, dunking a roller into it. " Lets get this thing covered. " he says. " Looks like with more cum! " laughs the Lucario while pointing at the white paint, then grabbing another roller. You struggle, feeling rather helpless as they approach your painted layer with the dripping rollers. Both chuckles some more before they start rolling over your legs, covering them fully.

The rollers and the paint causing you to shiver as you slowly get covered in more paint. They do their best to remove the graffiti, running over each spot multiple times. You feel it everytime the paint sending pleasure through your layer. The painting continues, covering your legs, crotch and belly, everything that is covered still retaining its feeling, though you feel decidedly more compressed, as if two unyielding walls were squishing you, like a vacbed. They run over your permanently cumming cock, your mind blanking for a second as the roller tickles it. They continue covering it, fully sealing it inbetween the wall and another layer of paint. As they finish up they cover your head, vision going dark as the roller runs over them, aswell as your hearing disappearing.

Finally finished with the naughty graffiti, they pack up their things, leaving.

You are left... a simple layer of paint underneath the next one, permanently hidden and stuck there for however long the wall will remain intact. The orgasm of yours never stopping even painted over like this, compressed by the wall and layer adding more pleasure across your paint body.

Stuck as a lewd Lugia graffiti on a wall, painted over and always orgasming out of sight, lewd expression on your face, covered in your own cum.

Permanently