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Chloe’s biology class was in the middle of everyone’s assignment for the semester: animal dissection. It was not her or anyone else’s first time performing the grisly task; Chloe’s experience went back to middle school when she had to cut open a frog. From there she had done the same to two different pigs and a rat. That hardly made things any easier for her. Seeing a bucket she knew was full of embalmed animal carcasses never failed to make her squirm. The department had a veritable zoo at their disposal, including frogs, pigs, rats, fish, and lizards. It was the latter her professor was making her and her classmates cut open. She had plucked the poor fellow out of a bucket that had been stuffed with dozens of his deceased comrades. Fortunately, they were all sealed in individual plastic pouches, but that did not spare her from seeing its alien body all wrinkled and dead.

Normally everyone had a lab partner to dissect with. In a class of 42 students and only a couple dozen lizards, it was expected that everyone would pair up. Chloe declined. However repulsed she was by the task in front of her, she didn’t want anyone slowing her down. This was something best dealt with as quickly as possible, without distraction. She was alone at the corner of one of the large black counters that lined the biology lab. Her auburn hair was tied into a ponytail that arced over the back of her neck like a faucet. The blue latex gloves she wore matched the short sleeved shirt that clung to her enormous breasts tightly, exposing a distracting amount of soft, pale cleavage. Covering the majority of her sparsely-freckled face was a thick pair of goggles. Probably unnecessary, but she wasn’t taking any risks with a frigid corpse full of formaldehyde.

The lizard was in front of her, splayed out with his limbs pinned to the blue padding that lined the bottom of the tray. Chloe was hunched over him, looking down at his pale underbelly. The sound and feel of his teeny tiny bones cracking beneath her fingers were still making her cringe. With the dissection kit sitting open on standby, its scalpel rearing its blade menacingly, Chloe had to remind herself that it was just a little anole and that he was already dead. [i]No big deal. Just peel him open, label the organs, and be done with it.[/i]

She grabbed the scalper and went to work, glancing between the lizard’s scaly belly and the instruction paper the professor had handed out. The blade glided through the skin with disturbing ease, allowing her to open his abdomen like double-doors and look at his muscles. Next she scissored up to his collar, fully unveiling the intricacy of his innards. Pooling around his wormy intestines was the milky embalming fluid. She grimaced as it spilled out of his gut flaps and accumulated inside the bottom of the tray.

The hard part was over. Now all she had to do was label each organ with a set of pins and determine the sex. Once that was done, she could show the professor her work and get the hell out of there. She pulled the labels from their plastic baggy one at a time, looking for their appropriate placement on the worksheet and then on the lizard. The pin would stick into the appropriate organ, then be joined by another one a few moments later. A quick glance at the progress of her classmates revealed that she was well ahead of mostly everyone else. Some groups hadn’t even started cutting yet. It wasn’t a race, but it felt damn good to be ahead of the pack. Each pin placement was a small victory. [i]I’ll be out of here in no time![/i]

Her focus on the task blinded her to what wheeled towards her from the front. A student- or staff member; nobody would recognize him in the immediate aftermath -was walking a plastic cart down the aisle towards the back of the lab. His right hand was on the handle of the cart, the other gripping his phone with which he was completely entranced. A dozen or so beakers of some unlabeled blue chemical jostled and clinked as he rolled towards her. They were nearly full, splashing tiny amounts of the substance with each line in the black tiles they passed below.

He did not see where he was going. Neither did Chloe who had just finished piercing the last organ required on the worksheet. She lit a proud grin, shifting the goggles on her face. She looked up to grab the professor’s attention, just in time to see the front of the cart come careening towards the corner of her table. Her eyes went wide behind her goggles. “Hey-!”

The man pushing the cart looked up from his phone. It was too late. He collided head on with the table’s corner. The beakers all crashed into each other with a terribly loud [i]clink![/i] Chloe recoiled back in her stool, nearly sliding herself off and onto the floor. She stopped herself just in time. It would have been better if she had. The man’s hand gripping the cart rocketed forward. The handle was shoved into his pelvis. His errant fist lunged into a jungle of stenciled glass and sapphire liquid, blowing it all to smithereens like a locomotive through a freshly fallen snow. The chemicals flooded across the table and the dissecting tray, soaking the lizard and piling over the other side as an avalanche of disconnected label pins and shattered glass.

Chloe threw her arm up to block the surge, only to have her lap defiled by a single, sputtering splash. She shot up from her stool and backed away from the table as a storm of droplets piddled off the edge. The man with the cart was flat atop it on his chest, his arm outreached through a pool of sharp detritus. The guilt was written on his face.

“[i]Noooo![/i]” cried Chloe, her arms hung out by her sides in disgust. The fabric of her shirt and jeans were darkened by the chemicals. The acrid smell latched to her like a leech, pile driving her nose and making her gag. She stared down the vandal as he lay on his cart. “[i]What did you do!?[/i]”

He shot upright, his mouth agape, trying to form an apology. His clothes were soaked worse. There was nary a scratch on his arm, even though it had just been thrown into a bed of broken glass. “[i]Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I-! Oh fuck![/i]”

The entire class was turned in their seats towards the commotion. The professor was jogging over down the other aisle, crossing between the tables from Chloe’s right. He came to a stop, gawking at the catastrophe. “What happened?”

Both Chloe and the man with the cart tried to explain at once. The professor silenced them with a hand and pointed at Chloe.

“He fucking knocked the cart into the table and spilled this all over me!”

The man clenched a handful of his hair. Guilt contorted his features. “Oh God, I am so. Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention! I’m so sorry! I-”

The professor cut him off. “What was in those beakers?”

“I- I don’t know! They sent me with the cart down here! I was putting it out back! They didn’t-!”

The professor ignored him. He shoved the cart aside and gently grabbed Chloe by the elbow. “Come on. We gotta get you washed.”

Chloe was herded over to the lab shower, a stainless steel saucer that hung from the ceiling at the front of the class. It was operated by a simple pulley. The professor had her stand right beneath it, over a rusty drain. “This might be cold,” he said an instant before he grabbed the handle and pulled it.

“[i]Ah![/i]” squealed Chloe once she felt the water plunge from the shower head and fall on her head, soaking it. She shivered dramatically, painfully aware of the 80 plus eyes watching her clothes darken and sag underneath the weak drizzle. The professor awkwardly instructed her to make sure she got the part that had been splashed with chemicals under the water. A sniffling Chloe backed up until the shower fell on her crotch, washing away most of the stuff that had fallen on her. She noticed her goggles were still on and peeled them off, letting the tears that flowed from her eyes wash away with the falling water.

The professor had to clear the lab in case the chemical was something toxic and so that Chloe could clean herself more thoroughly in private. He told her that there were gowns in a cabinet for her to put on when she was done and that she could let her clothes dry in the lab for as long as she needed them to. Everyone cleared the room, filing past her with their heads bowed so as not to see her in her lowest moment. She stood in the lab, alone and completely naked, trying to contain her sobs as the embarrassment continued to claw at her heart.

Only after she contained her tears did she dry off and put one of the gowns on. It was paper thin, barely coming below her knees and left a serious gap over her hind end. She alerted the professor in the hallway that she was done, her arms crossed over her chest to ward off the chill. Her ponytail sagged down the back of her neck as a darkened worm. A goggle shaped impression had sunken around her visor, highlighting the defeated look in her eyes. A cleaning crew came in and determined that whatever had spilled on her was not toxic. They didn’t know exactly what it was, but they assumed it was some cleaning agent. Why it was being transported in beakers was unknown. The fellow who had caused the accident was nowhere to be seen.

Class was excused for the day. The professor asked if Chloe was OK and if she needed anything. She declined, saying that she was fine and just wanted to go home. As promised, she had the lab for as long as she needed her clothes to dry in case she didn’t want to go to the school laundromat wearing a flimsy gown. She didn’t, instead opting to spend the next hour stewing in the lab by herself, waiting for her wrinkled clothes to dry on the tables where she had left them.

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The drive back to her apartment was a spiteful one. It was made all the more uncomfortable thanks to the moist fabric that clung to her skin. The heat was cranked all the way up, making the cold grip a little more tolerable. It sucked that they didn’t catch the guy who did it. Who the hell was he? Why was he carting a bunch of chemicals in beakers? What were they? Is he gonna get fired or suspended? Those answers would have to wait. She pulled into the parking lot of her apartment with a relieved sigh. It was time to relax.

But the day wasn’t done with her yet. She had a job to perform in just a few hours. A look at her phone showed that it was just before 2:30, roughly four hours before she was supposed to report in front of her computer. Enough time for a well needed shower and maybe a nap. The option to say that she was sick or had a really bad day was on the table, but there were bills to pay as well as folk to make happy. It wouldn’t have been professional to disappoint them, no matter her embarrassment.

An entire half hour was spent in the shower, letting a much more soothing heat absolve her of the day’s grievances, or at least most of it. She toweled herself off good, set a timer on her phone for two hours, and plopped onto her bed ass-naked, falling asleep within a matter of minutes. She was torn from her sleep a little after 5, leaving her an hour to prepare for her job. She cooked herself a nice dinner and prepared herself for 6:30. Hopefully no one would notice that anything was the matter with her. A few moments of meditation and collected breathing helped soothe her nerves, ensuring that her upcoming performance would go smoothly.

6 o’clock hit. It was time to get ready. She didn’t have much to put on besides a frilly pink bra and a matching skirt that fell a mere sliver beneath her pompous buttocks. A pair of black stockings were swept up her legs, held in place by a garter belt. Her hair was brushed into an autumnal cascade of red, fully obscuring the back of her neck and curtaining her left temple. Lastly was a thin layer of makeup she used to curtail, but not totally remove, the amount of freckles on her face. Waiting in the corner of her bedroom was a video camera on its tripod; she placed it a few feet in front of the foot of her bed. Connected to it via an HDMI cable was her laptop. Her iPhone was on another stand facing the foot of the bed from the side. It too was connected to her laptop. Lastly came the sex toys which she laid out across a mat on the floor in front of the bed.

Once that was all set up, it was time to log on to her OnlyFans.

One of the site's most prolific posters, Chloe had been utilizing the platform to help pay for her college tuition for the past two years. Among many other young women who posted on the site, her specialty was foot porn, a niche that had successfully landed her a considerable following of around 300 men. It was not easy. Doing something for that long at that consistency required more than just a hot bod and a pair of steppers cute enough for boys to jerk off to. It demanded crowd-pleasing stunts she wouldn’t have performed without a monetary incentive. Apparently getting men horny on your feet required special rituals and a precise course of action. You couldn’t just go in wiggling your piggies and expect them to grovel. You had to coax them into saying what they wanted from you, listen carefully, and then perform to the letter. Heavy stuff.

Chloe did it well enough. Two years of showing off her feet and telling men how to masturbate made her a favorite among many. She logged on every weekend, Friday, and Wednesday at 6:30, almost always to a small crowd of men waiting to watch her lick her toes while fingering her cunny. Tips came in regularly, usually garnering her at least $600 per stream. That didn’t include her ten dollar monthly subscriptions which came to over $3000 a month. What could she say? She knew what they liked, and that just so happened to be her feet.

She sat down at the foot of her bed with her legs dangling over the edge. She kept her knees together, concealing the treasure beneath her thighs, soon to be revealed. Beside her was a mouse on a pad so that she could start the stream. On the dresser behind the camera was her alarm clock. It read 6:29 in big green numbers. Her hand was on the mouse, hovering the cursor over the “Begin Livestream” button. The moment 6:30 struck, she clicked it.

In dozens of homes across America, as well as some outside of it, Chloe appeared on the monitors of single, horny men. She finger waved at them. “Hellooooooo~! How is everyone today?”

The chat was flooded with responses saying how happy they were to see her.

“Good!” Chloe sighed, blowing a lock of her hair from her face. “Today… was kinda rough. School’s just so stressful, I gotta pay bills… Ugh… I just want some time to cool off and have fun with you guys.” She didn’t need to go far for inspiration. Given the trauma from earlier, doing this was a genuine relief. The chat agreed that they were happy to be with her and that they were ready to see her blow off some steam.

[i]Ding! [/i]

The first tip came in. $12 dollars. A dialogue box popped up on her laptop screen, reading “we wanna see you relax really nice take off ur stockings and hav fun <3”

Her hand went over her heart, squishing one of her breasts. “Awww, thank you-” She narrowed her eyes to read the name of the tipper. “-feetfucker790. I might just do that~” Her legs opened, offering the first peek up her skirt. The outline of her thatch, uncovered by any panties, was barely visible through the darkness. She teasingly wrenched the hem of her skirt and pulled them down her thigh. Her dainty feet twirled in opposite directions. She brought them together and twiddled her big toes together. Her lip pouted. “I don’t know, though. I’m feeling kinda shy.” The reaction was immediate.

[i]Ding![/i]

This one was $20. “its ok well pay we wanna see your beutiful feet”

“Are you sure-” … “-big_floppy? I don’t wanna burden you boys…”

[i]Ding! Ding! Ding![/i]

$20, $16, and $25 in rapid succession.

“dont worry! we wanna see!” said justagoof.

“You’re not a burden! I’ll do anything for you and your precious feet!” added DaMeenGreen13.

“cmon show us ur feet” said bigdicksandfattits.

“Awww, you guys are sweet.” She feigned a moment of consideration, smiling bashfully at her lap and kicking her legs out. “OK. Cause you guys asked so nicely~”

Her legs parted once more. The veil of pink skirt obscuring her flower was lifted. A neatly trimmed triangle of fury red crotch fur pointed directly at the zenith of her slit. She leaned back on her arms, propping her feet up on the edge of the bed with her legs indian-style. A lurid coo hummed out of her as she massaged her left foot. The toes flexed within their black confines, stretching the nylon and revealing the pale skin just beneath.

“So much stress in my soles… I wanna just rub it out.” Her eyes were locked with the camera. Next to a single lock of auburn hair her blush looked extra vivid and sharp. She spent an entire minute massaging her feet, alternating between each foot. Her other hand kept the hem of her skirt above her garter belt, letting her fans choose between gazing at her cunt and watching the action down below. A vast majority chose the latter.

“Mmm, I think I might take these silly stockings off. What do you guys think?” A few [i]dings[/i] signaled their agreement. “Yeah, I think so too.” Chloe scooted further back onto the bed, pulling her legs onto the mattress. Her hands drifted to the clasp holding her garter and belt together. She took her sweet time undoing them both, letting the taut strap snap down her thigh. It uncensored a pair of white, cylindrical canvases, glowing next to the black nylon which began peeling towards her knees. She twisted on her side and folded her legs so that they could see her ass. Her hand rubbed around her bare cheeks before finally undoing the clasps there too.

Rolling back onto her butt, she rested her feet on the edge of the mattress. The stockings came down her legs inch by rolling inch, increasing the amount of leg that consumed her and all the boys’ screens. They accordioned around her ankles where she came to a teasing stop. She rolled her feet around, looking at the camera through her open legs. “Won’t you boys help me with the last bit?”

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Chloe grinned. “Good boys~” Down came the last of the stockings. She peeled them off and dangled them aside with just her thumb and index finger. They plummeted to the floor like a pair of wet handkerchiefs. At last her magnificent feet were free. Snowy white, uncalloused, perfectly trimmed, and with only the faintest rivers of blue veins meandering around the top, they absolutely drove the boys wild. She rubbed them together, twiddling her toes and rubbing the heels. More purrs echoed out into the silence of the bedroom. Nobody was tipping, not when they were busy rubbing their cocks.

“Feels so good,” she huffed. Her hand returned to her pussy. The fingers opened into a V, sliding down the flanks of her slit and parting the lips. Inside was a blistering shade of shiny pink more garish than that of the skirt and bra she wore. At the apex was her hood of flesh, just barely concealing her clit which she brushed her fingers over. The first moan escaped her. “Are you boys jerking off yet?” A resounding “yes” was spammed in the chat. “Good. Stroke those dicks nice and slowly for me. We’ll save the fun part for the very end. Don’t anyone cum until I say you can, okies?” Another round of yeses. “Mmm, good boys. Ohh~”

Her finger went into a sweeping arc around her pearl, swirling the moist flesh around with an audible [i]skwish[/i]. “I think I might cum first though, or I can do more stuff with my feet. “What do you say?”

Ding!

$45. “lick your feet” commanded bigdicksandfattits.

“Mmm, OK~” She leaned back onto the bed and pulled her right foot onto the edge. Her left was kicked up onto the knee, propping it up in front of her face. Her tongue protruded from her pink-painted lips, hovering towards her foot until the tip brushed the very back of her heel. The smell was mild, but certainly noticeable. The rough texture of her sole scraped against her taste buds. Each inhale through her mouth ingested a lungful of hot foot stink. It wasn’t her cup of tea, but she had learned to tolerate it.

Her fans more than just tolerated it. The sight of her squirmy mouth muscle swirling around her soles, occasionally slipping up to the side, drove them fucking wild. More [i]dings[/i] echoed through the bedroom as they rewarded her and demanded a more thorough licking. She obeyed happily, drawing her tongue up the ticklish bridge of her foot, making it curl on reflex. The tip made it to her toes. It snaked around the big toe, scraping itself on the nail. She slipped through the gap between the big and the second, thrusting them in and out like a phallus. The moment the gap was soaked she would move onto the next until finally her pinkie toe was wrapped in a slimy cocoon of hot girl tongue.

She came off her foot with a breathy sigh. “Want me to switch feet?” More yeses. “Hehe, alright.” She dropped her foot and replaced it with its twin on the adjacent knee. The process was repeated, slowly at first, then gathering steam as she migrated once again to her pudgy piggies. A tip came in asking her to suck on them. She obliged, wringing her big toe with her vacuum-sealed, pink lips. Her head bobbed on it like she would a man’s cock, whimsically batting her eyelids as she stared directly into the camera. Some poor lads didn’t make it further than that, whimpering in their rolly chairs as they blew their loads into their laps.

Several good minutes of suckling and murring passed with a few tips rolling in. The counter at the bottom right of her screen had reached $323. Good, but not where she needed to be quite yet. It was time to amp things up. Her lips popped off her big toe. [i]Mwop![/i] “Ahh… Oh, goodness…” She dropped her foot to the edge and opened her legs. She resumed fingering herself. “Ohhhh… I’m so fucking wet. Can’t you boys hear it?” She deliberately squished her fingers around. Dozens of headphones rang the sound of her flesh being manipulated directly into their owner’s ears. “Mmmm, I think I wanna make myself cum now. I have all these pretty toys to choose from. What should I go with?”

[i]Ding![/i]

“Sit on a dildo with your back to the camera,” suggested Myboxknocker.

A few other suggestions came in, some requesting that she use her hitachi vibrator. As swell as that sounded, it was first come, first serve. “Sounds like a great idea~” On the floor in front of the bed was the mat of sex toys she had laid out like a roll of knives. It included dildos of various sizes, materials, and colors. A hitachi wand sat at the end opposite of a pink butt plug with a rhinestone base. Between them was a small bottle of KY that Chloe picked up along with the plug and a 7 inch, clear silicone dildo with balls and a suction cup base.

She displayed them to the camera like a fan of hundred dollar bills. “How’s this? I think these’ll do the job swimmingly.” The decision had pretty much already been made, but it was nice seeing their affirmations. A few requested that she go bigger on the dildo, but they did not tip, so they were ignored. Chloe scooted all the way onto the bed and turned her back to the camera. She wiggled out of her skirt, unveiling her fat, white ass. After an obligatory shake and single-haunch spread, she knelt upright and grabbed the KY bottle along with the butt plug. The camera caught her curvy backside and cascading red hair as she squirted a shot of jelly into her palm and lathered it onto the plug. She bent over and dabbed some more of it onto her rosy pucker before prodding it with the plug. A grunt and a shove later and it was inside, nothing left of it but the sparkling rhinestone base.

“Mmmm~” She heard some more dings. “Thank you boys~” She sat back up and lifted herself up on her knees. Next she grabbed the dildo and sat it beneath her ass, the translucent balls facing the camera. With one hand gripping the top of the shaft she descended on it, colliding the tip with her vulva. “Ohhh…” A few grinds and teases prepped herself before she finally came down and swallowed the head. Bliss ruptured throughout her body, making her shiver. The iPhone flanking the bed captured her mouth falling open into a sensual O. “Ohhh, yes~”

Her hand kept the dildo steady as she slid the rest of the way down eeeeeever so slowly. At last she felt the balls kiss her rump. A girly wiggle of the hips made her buttocks jiggle and earned her another bite of pleasure. More tantalizing were the bottoms of her feet facing the camera. They flexed and rolled. She looked over at the iPhone, showing her fans the joy on her face. “[i]Mmmm… This is nice. Should I cum on it? I really want to~[/i]”

[i]Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding![/i]

She didn’t need to read whatever they said. “[i]Hmmmmmm~ You got it.[/i]” Chloe began a casual up and down, unveiling the dildo’s impressive shaft and then vanishing it to the hilt again. Genuine moans rolled out of her. She swooned her head, spilling that gorgeous hair down each shoulder. One set of fingers was hooking at her clit, adding to the orange-hot glow of delight blooming throughout her insides. “[i]Ohhhh… Huhhh! Yes… Mmmmm~[/i]”

She didn’t neglect her feet. Her spare hand would rub one of her soles and heels as they lay beneath her hind end. Her gaze would occasionally return to the iPhone. She would throw her back into a steep arch, then roll her hips into a womanly circle once she came down next. The dildo was coated in her juices, shining across each facet and false vein.

Her mien contorted. “[i]Oh… Huhhh… I think I’m gonna cum. Huhhh! Yes![/i]” Her pace quickened and her pitch escalated. “[i]Ohhhh… Ohhhh… Yes. I’m cumming. Oh God. Oh fuck![/i]” Her finger went into a frenzy on her clit, smushing the clit into the dildo’s facade. She dimly heard her laptop [i]ding[/i] behind her, no doubt a request for her to finish. As if she needed to be told. “[i]Oh fuck! Huhhh! Yes! Huhhhh… Huhhhhh! Huhhhhhh!!![/i]”

Her orgasm hit hard, putting a stop to her riding and gyrations so that they could be replaced by rapid bucks and flesh-wobbling spasms. She bowed forward and whipped her head back, bellowing out from her O-shaped mouth. “[i]Huhhhh! Huhhhh! Huhhhh! Huhhhh![/i]” Cream sputtered from her cunt, slicking down the dildo’s shaft and congealing around the hilt where her pussy eventually came to a rest. It continued squeezing and quivering wildly, purely out of her control.

[i]Ding! Ding! Ding![/i]

Her gaped mouth formed a smile. That sound was music to her ears. She climbed down the summit of her ecstasy and did a cute giggle. “Mmmmmmmm, I liked that. I might do that again~” She pried herself off the dildo and withdrew it from between her legs so that she could turn around and face the camera. It was time to count her earnings.

What she saw made her frown. The total read $793. Was that right? She narrowed her eyes and looked at the top donations pinned to the top of the stream. Trouncing them all was a whopping $250 donation from a Godzillafeetlover50. Chloe’s eyes went round. “Oh my God!” She didn’t need to feign her appreciation. That was by far the biggest donation she’d ever received, almost doubling her previous record of $150. She covered her mouth. “Thank you so much, Godzilla! That’s-! Holy shit! I don’t know what to say!” She shook her head. It was too good to be true. “Thank you!” There was a message attached to the tip. Chloe clicked on it with her mouse, blowing it up across the screen.

“Hey! Love your stuff! Go ahead and cum your brains out on that fuck stick! Here’s a link I’d like you to visit. Click on it and I’ll double the total for you~” After that came a lengthy link to some website Chloe didn’t recognize: [u]www.kaijubeast.net[/u] and then several more characters after that.

That caught her off guard. Kaiju beast? What was that? She’d been sent links before, usually to images of women in poses that her fans wanted her to be in. This… wasn’t that. It could’ve been a link to a shock website or a virus, or both. $250 was a lot of money to prank someone like that, though. If he was good for that much, why not another? Someone in the chat said it was an art website showing off a bunch of Godzilla edits. Other messages confirmed the same thing. Seemed harmless enough. Chloe copied the link, pasted it in the url bar, braced herself, then hit enter.

Well, the good news was that it wasn’t a shock site or a virus. As her chat had said, it was an image board containing a bunch of art and edits of Tokyo’s most famous destroyer, Godzilla. That’s where it stopped being normal. Every image was of Godzilla wielding a giant dick that either swung between his thighs like a colossal pendulum or stood out from him like a yacht on the ocean. Most of it was digital art, the rest were photoshops of him from the 2014 movie, the sequel, and the one where he fought King Kong. It was… interesting, to say the least. The artwork was for the most part impressive and the photoshops were surprisingly seamless. In one of them Godzilla was hugging a skyscraper, shoving his fat cock through the facade and fucking it.

“OK… Um… I’m here,” said Chloe, trying to act like she wasn’t mildly perturbed. “I see Godzilla fucking a building. He’s filling the streets with his cum. Here he is making out with King Kong. Yeah! It’s uh… Pretty interesting!”

[i]Ding![/i]

On cue, Godzillafetlover50 dropped another $250 tip. “Thanks! I wanted you to see these awesome pictures. Do you think you can RP being Godzilla for me?”

Chloe didn’t hear it, but there was a collective groan among her fans. All it took was one rich prick with deep pockets to ruin a stream, making the performer do things nobody wanted her to do. Several people implored her to ignore the guy, even going so far as to tip her money so that they could outspend him. There was no way Chloe wanted to actually sit down and humor the guy. That was certainly her immediate reaction once she saw read his request.

Not so much once she looked more closely at those images. For several awkward seconds Chloe remained locked where she was, kneeling at the foot of her bed with her hand on the mouse. Her gaze remained locked on the assortment of lewd giga-lizards in front of her. She looked… appalled? Confused? Nobody could really tell. She hadn’t made a noise since Godzillafeetlover50 had sent his latest tip and request. She just… sat there.

What most of her fans did not see or recognize was the very sudden onrush of arousal that was gurgling through her entire body, stiffening her nipples beneath her bra and soddening her cunt even worse. Her jaw was slack, twitching ever so slightly. Her brain had fallen into a haze, ignorant of the world around her other than the images in front. Godzilla was no longer some fictional beast, but a towering pillar of reproductive prowess. That massive cock of his was not a quirk of the artist’s or a funny edit, but a genuinely sexy organ Chloe found herself wanting to become acquainted with. Without another thought her hand wound back onto her pussy. It was hot to the touch, boiling almost, worse than even when she used the dildo. This was a level of heat she hadn’t suffered through in a long time. She couldn’t explain why, but it was all because of the sexy lizard god presented before her.

“Yeah,” she muttered softly. “OK. I’ll do that. I’ll be your Godzilla.” She didn’t realize what she was saying. It rolled off the tongue as automatically as the breaths which followed it. The rest of the chat voiced their protest. Chloe didn’t care. Nothing mattered more than role playing as Godzilla, an idea that was becoming hotter by the second.

[i]Ding![/i]

“Sweet!” wrote Godzillfeetlover50. “Tell me what you’d do to me and your big Godzilla cock! Masturbate and tell me what I should do to myself!” With the message was a whopping $500 tip.

The size of it didn’t register with Chloe. All that mattered was carrying out her orders. Her mind went wild as her fingers went on the attack on her pussy. “Fuck… I would… I would… Huhhhh… Fuck.” She bit her lip. “I’d step all over you with my big, scaly, lizard feet. Huhhh… I’d run around the city all day, getting my feet all rough and sweaty. I’d stink up the whole city.” The image and smell of it pulsed through her mind. Pleasure continued wracking her loins. In spite of the flood of emotions and sensations, her speech remained crisp and clear. Her words rolled forth one after the other, without mishap or mitigation. “I’d fucking stomp you all over the place. I’ll sink you into my fucking soles. I’ll make you sniff my fucking sweat.” Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as her eyes rolled into her head. A wet hiss sucked through her mouth. “I’d make you my little foot toy. You’ll fucking love it too. I’ll jerk my huge Godzilla dick while I wipe the streets with you.”

Just like that, viewership plummeted. From a few dozen she went to just 14. The 13 besides Godizllafeetlover50 were either still turned on or morbidly fascinated by her violent shift in mood. Either way, her biggest fan more than made up for the dip in audience.

[i]Ding![/i]

$1250. “Fucking awesome! Tell me what to do! Tell me how I should jerk off!”

“Whip your little dick out and stroke it,” growled Chloe, her hand having become a blur around her crotch. “It’s nothing next to my huge Godzilla cock.” In any other mood she would’ve been repulsed by what she was saying. Any other mood wouldn’t have been as mind-crushingly horny as she was now. She imagined her leviathan form crashing through the city, blasting cars out of the way and crumbling entire skyscrapers in her wake. The asphalt would crack beneath her feet. Her spiny dino tail would sweep away entire blocks. All the while her dick would swing between her thighs, growing hard along with her escalating excitement until it reached the apogee of its virile might. Her scaly claws would wrap around it, storking it hard, eventually flooding the streets in a Genesian deluge of thick, hot, syrupy, lizard-

Chloe slowed down. Her eyes, which had been closed, shot open and formed a scowl. Something… wasn’t right. The passion was still flowing and with it the pleasure, but it wasn’t because she was fingering herself. In fact, she wasn’t fingering herself at all anymore. She was… holding something? Something dense and hot, long and thick. Her heart quickened in her chest. [i]Oh no.[/i] She dared to look down.

From her pelvis jutted an enormous penis. Her hand was wrapped around it firmly, still caught in the motion of jerking off. It was not the dildo from earlier, but a very real pillar of bright pink muscle tipped by a fat, red cock helmet. At the root was a scaly green slit and a leathery purse hung heavily with Jovian man eggs. Chloe had not felt it come into existence, she had been so wrapped up in the pleasure. What she felt now were the many veins running through her member, pulsing resolutely beneath her tightly wound fingers.

She let go of it like a hot stove. Raw terror speared her chest and stretched her features. “[i]What the fuck???[/i]”

Her viewership was down to 9. Several had been shooed off by the sight of her penis growing out of her and being stroked. No, this was not what they were into. Other than Godzillafeetlover50, neither were those who remained, but they were too impressed by Chloe’s acting and practical effects to leave.

It wasn’t acting, and it wasn’t practical effects. In front of her was a bonafide lizard penis, hard and proud, ready to be stroked to fruition. Panic was beginning to grip her. She hyperventilated and came close to crying before she was alerted to another [i]ding![/i] She looked up and saw a $10000 donation. No, that isn’t an extra zero. Godzillafeetlover50 had padded her bank account with more money than she had ever had at once.

“Good fucking job! Keep going! Don’t stop! Let me hear how awesome you are! Keep jerking that big cock until you cum!”

Just like that her resolve was back, materializing through her bloodstream like an onset of some malignant symptom. But this was nothing to worry about. This was a surge of pure, unbridled arousal that had to be dealt with immediately. Chloe grabbed her mighty cock with both hands. She did not merely stroke it, but slammed her hips forwards, fucking her two conjoined fists. Her head whipped back, throwing an epic moan at the ceiling. Her desperation gave way to burning ferocity. Her hips bucked mightily, pulsing that heavy lizard dick and flinging off it several glassy flecks of precum. In her mind she was once again the King of Kaijus, the monster of monsters, Tokyo’s reckoning.

She was not far off from reality. Before the eyes of the men who remained, Chloe’s royally fair skin began to harden and crust into a layer of dense, green scales. It crystallized over her tummy, around her legs, down her arms, and across her face. While her hips continued to thrust she lost the last bit of human resemblance to her skin. In its wake were neatly woven scales, each overlapping the other to form a hard but flexible armor. The ridge of her brow swelled, forming a thick awning over her visor. Her arms started to bulk song with her legs, not with fat but with powerful, steel-woven muscle. Her bra deflated as her tits sank into her chest to form a pair of many pecs. The straps tightened around her shoulders as her traps rose into a pair of sinewy hills.

Her beautiful red locks wilted away, replaced by a scalp consisting of scales and bony bumps. From her vertebrae rose a ridge of sharp plates like a stegosaurus’. Above the crack of her ass, no longer a soft pair of cushions but glutes like cinder blocks, poked her tail. It swept out behind her, scraping past the sheets on her bed like a wandering snake.

[i]Crrrrrrriiiiiiiiii-[b]AAAAAACK![/b][/i]

The bed beneath her plummeted into the floor. With Chloe’s new reptilian features was an explosive girth that absorbed a majority of her mattress. Her body grew, grew, and grew, reaching the flat top of her head towards the ceiling above. Within her body was a chorus of snaps and pops. Every bone and joint was jostling into place to form a monstrous frame capable of carrying the weight she had grown to. She did not stop growing. She did not stop masturbating. Her womanly moans had transitioned into icy growls and ear-splitting roars. The entire building shook with both the ardent thrust of her precum-bleeding cock and the echoes of her roars.

Everyone in the building fled to safety, ignorant of what was going on, but unwilling to stick around and find out. Chloe, now sans anything that would’ve identified her as human, let alone the woman known as Chloe, had filled the greater portion of her bedroom. Her huge scaly buttocks continued clenching, shoving her dick into her open claws. Her climax was near, signaled by a bright blue glow that shimmered across her spine plates as a crackling energy.

A roar unheard at any time in the Earth’s history bellowed from her jaws, crushing the atmosphere and breaking glass. It heralded the first spurt of cum, one that slammed right into the screen of her laptop like a cannonball. It shattered apart into a million pieces, killing the stream instantly. The last thing her few remaining audience members saw was her dick tip aiming right at their faces, a flash of white, then blackness. More white splooge gushed out of her, propelled by her audibly crunching cockvein. By then her carpet had been completely flooded, dousing the entire building with the smell of her triumphant climax.

It was the least of its worries. It had absorbed as much of her weight as it could. The floor gave out beneath her with a devastating crash. She blew threw the floor beneath that, then the floor beneath that, then into the basement. With her came an avalanche of shredded insulation, sparkling wires, and severed I-beams.

And still she grew, grew, grew, and grew. With the finality of her ecstasy she stood up, bashing her shoulders through the crater she had created and widening it further. The building shrank around her, crumbling apart with each added meter to her girth. She looked around the bedroom where her head was stuck through. [i]Well, no point in staying here.[/i]

She kicked her stubby lizard leg onto the ground floor and propelled herself upwards. More of the building collapsed around her like dry cardboard. Her colossal frame, now over 40 feet tall, stepped through the facade of the complex like a football player through a paper banner. Dust and detritus plumed around her like an introductory fog. Beneath her was the parking lot. Most of the cars were gone after a hasty evacuation. No one was hurt, but everyone was terrified.

Not Chloe. Billowing through her veins was a sense of power like no other. Her muscles rippled across her body, lathered in veins and stretching the scales taut. Her own car looked like a matchbox toy. She stepped on it with her foot. The roof collapsed like a cookie wafer. The windows exploded outwards into a spray of pulverized crystals. It managed one honk of the alarm before the entire chassis was pancaked beneath Chloe’s sole. She pried her foot to reveal the damage. Shards of broken car were stuck to her feet. The vehicle itself was flattened out comically like an insect. Oh yeah, this was gonna be fun.

She turned around to face the building. The entire western side of it had deflated into a mountain of rubble. Her jagged reptile-lips formed a smile. Now taller than the building and still growing, she kicked her foot into it. [i]SMASH![/i] The thing fell apart like a bunch of loosely connected legos. More kicks and stomps reduced it into nothing but a pile of shattered debris. The feeling was intoxicating. Chloe was mad with power. She stood amid the catastrophe a King, mightier than anything else in the world. She signaled her arrival with a roar towards the sky. The clouds parted with the ferocity of her voice. Buildings all around shook. With her declaration still echoing she stomped off to the city, ready to claim it as her own.

The feed in her livestream was dead, but even so she got one last tip.

[i]Ding![/i]

$0.01

“Yes! Wow, that was extremely hot! I am so glad that I spilled those chemicals on you! I hope you come and crush me with those huge feet stud!”

Only later did the livestream finally end after inactivity, but not on any of Chloe’s part. She didn’t know it, but in her journey towards the heart of the city she was about to carry out one last request for her new biggest fan.

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