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Xixi the toucaness was flying across the sunny beaches of Latvia. Unfortunately, she came across a group of poachers hunting for exotic birds. She was trying to escape, but unfortunately the assaulters caught up with her. It was a true erotic shock for her as a bullet shot from a hunter's rifle flew right in front of her nipples, skimming them and causing to stiffen and shake, miraculously not causing any harm at all...

But this state didn't last for long - suddenly she felt a ripping pain stabbing her chest, blood, mixed with some milk, burst from both side of her breasts, jetting like juice from squeezed vinegrapes. Dazzled, she realized it was a big arrow that had pierced through her smooth, bouncy tits, impaling them like juicy meat for a shashlik! She simply couldn't believe what was happening, and passed out from the shock, falling onto the seashore, when she was now fully approachable to the poachers... Still, before the darkness and silence covered her with its blanket of oblivion, she saw with her eye corner a strange, tar-like substance pouring from nowhere onto her body…

When Xixi awoke, she found herself lying on a cold metal surface, her wings bound tightly behind her back, her beak opened wide, and her body encased in a strange, black material similar to latex. She was on full display, spread on a platform in the middle of a brothel. Her breasts, once middle-sized and round, were now larger than ever before, pushed up, accentuated and swollen by the tight-fitting latex that had invaded her body. As they had been slightly larger than average before, now they seemed to have doubled or even tripled in size, perfectly round and firm like two ripe fruits. She tried to move, but found out she was completely incapable of doing it – in fact the only body parts she could control were her wings and head, but the former were too enfeebled to undertake flight, and the latter could move only vertically, but not on sides. She felt that most of her innards had been removed in favor of deepening her vagina – she had no internal stomach, and probably no guts too. The dark substance suddenly flowed between her legs, and as its curtain suddenly broke with a soft pop, revealing her vulva which also had been modified – its petals became perfectly symmetrical, the clitoris much more bigger, her vagina constantly opened agape. Over her pussy was written in an arch the word “MAUKA", meaning a “slut" in Latvian. Her orange scaled legs – the only part which the latex did not cover – were spread wide. It seemed that the latex has manipulated her genes too, embedding deep inside her a reflex of spreading her legs wide any time a customer was approaching her. The last thing she noticed was that her platform was actually a bed of nail upon which her body was placed. The brothel keepers probably arranged it like this in order to deliver more shocking, aesthetical experiences to their customers.

The substance was completely covering her eyes, making her see everything through a filter of severe darkness. In fact, the room was overflowed with sunlight, but to Xixi it seemed that the room was very dim and gloomy.

Her first client stepped forward, a hairy man with a tired face. He undid his pants, revealing a massive erection. Xixi couldn't even control her reflexes, all was happening automatically – she spread her legs wide placed her cunt between the first two primaries of her left wing her two – it was another neurological response that had been programmed into her brain.

Without any preamble, the man roughly thrusted himself inside Xixi's now impossibly tight vagina, the latex walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Xixi let out a stuffed cry, her body tensing as she adjusted to the intrusion. As he began to thrust rhythmically, Xixi felt a warmth spread through her, and a strange, unnaturally intense pleasure consumed her every cell.

The man collapsed on top of her, spent, and for a moment, Xixi was grateful for the illusory closeness they shared for the moment.

The patrons were changing, one after another, in a rollercoaster of faces. Her next client was a tall, well-dressed Latvian man with a cunning grin fixed on his face. He was circling around her platform, lingering over her bound wings, the aerodynamic smoothness of her body, the shine of latex that covered it and the word "MAUKA" written across her cunt. He stopped directly in front of her face, his erection tenting his pants. With a malicious smile, he slapped her breasts and ass roughly, sending waves of pleasure through her. The man leaned down, his hot breath like a sinister ghost hovering over her cheek: "You're such a dirty little flying slut."

He started to trace the outlines of her body with his hands: “Your body is perfect… Designed by nature to cut through the air like a knife… Designed to soar high in the sky, mocking the laws of gravity… I can feel, how you tremble with anticipation… How the shivering air fills your oxygen sacks located all across your body… How it whistles in your half-empty, pneumatic bones…" He put a hand over her left side, the latex suddenly retreated a bit, like a living thing, and he buried his hand in the softness of her original, black feathers, whose luster was different, but certainly not smaller than that of the latex. “Your feathers are so delicate… Each of them like a separate work of art… I wonder, how it works. Do organisms take something from the characteristics of the things they have contact with? If so, I would say that your feathers had taken its velvetness from that of the clouds… Yes… Oh my god…" – he said as his arousal heightened and grasped firmly her tits like a captain suddenly catching the steer during a storm: “And they, what can I say? They are amazing, like two citruses, so firm, so juicy! – he squeezed them, eliciting a sharp chirp from her throat. “Oh yes, birdie! Sing it to me; sing the symphony of your ecstasy as I will pleasure you!!".

Saying this, the man lowered his head between her legs and soon after a cavalry of rapid, efficient licks attacked her labia and the whole crotch. Xixi shivered as he sucked greedily on her clit, her feathers fluffing up under the latex cover. He was licking her juices up like a nectar from a flower's cup.

“I'd like to see your amazing feathery ass, roofed by that sexy tail, when you fly up in the sky… How lucky where these hunters, to see your cunt hovering over them as they were chasing you!!" – he continued his words breathless, with face buried in her groin.

He undid his pants, revealing his thick, throbbing cock and positioned himself between her legs, the head of his erection teasing her clit. With a force that took her breath away, he slammed inside her. The man's grip on her body was firm, but not brutal, and he began to move with a steady rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass. He took a whip in his hands and was using it at her in appropriate moments.

Her breasts, now fully grown and latex-clad, bounced enticingly with each thrust, and her clit, nestled within its hood, rubbed against manhood that invaded her. Xixi could feel herself growing wetter with each passing moment. As he neared his climax, the man withdrew slightly, aiming his engorged member at her waiting mouth. Xixi opened wide, the mandibles of her beak parting to accept the hot, salty load that spurted onto her tongue. She swallowed hungrily, but she had no idea where the sperm, as she had apparently no stomach.

She could feel the whip's strokes on her body even through the latex, the sting being a delicious reminder of her place. As she grew closer to orgasm, the man speeded up the pace, his thrusts deeper and harder. Xixi tensed her back, her breasts straining against the confines of the latex, her beak parting in a silent scream of pleasure. With a final, brutal thrust, the man let out a hoarse cry, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside her.

The man withdrew and stepped back. Suddenly, a young human woman appeared in the door. Xixi was begging her in her mind to help her. But the woman instead, apparently a local servant, just approached the bird with a knowing smile and knelt between Xixi's legs. She gripped Xixi's avian hips firmly, guiding the client's cock back to her entrance. The toucaness felt betrayed, and was yelling in her head, begging the woman to not do it, to prevent the man from entering her again. But the man thrust forward, his eyes closed in concentration. The woman was still kneeling next to them, observing Xixi with a cruel, sadistic smile on her lips.

Xixi's body ached from the constant pounding it had endured. The woman came out a moment before the client finally ended and than left her alone.

Xixi felt suddenly that her vagina started to produce some strange, digestive substances – one minute later the semen injected by her first clients was digested and absorbed by her body. Now she understood – her body had been modified so that it could feed itself exclusively on males' seed, introduced either by the trough of her beak or by her pussy. She was trapped by her new anatomy, incapable of receiving and digesting any other kind of food.

But, at least, the sensation of being filled and than absorbing the semen felt quite pleasant after all. Maybe it was the path of focusing of pleasure that could save her from madness.

The days were all the same, mixing into one, endless period of sex sessions. She no longer remembered what it was like to feel clean, without the human sweat and liquids on her feathers, to feel the the rush of wind in her wings. All she knew was the cold metal of the nail bed, the rough hands that gripped her hips, and the hot, salty taste of sperm in her mouth.

She became adept at anticipating her customers' needs before they even knew what they wanted. After all, she was mostly passive and motionless and didn't need to do much to please them, mostly introducing some sexy words, whispers or using the rich techniques of pompoir/kabzah to massage their endowments with her vagina muscles. Sometimes a thought was appearing in her mind that being nothing more than a living fucktoy is much more thrilling and sexy than being a desired person.

Xixi had long since forgotten her real name, as the brothel keepers replaced it with a commercial one: K?rdinoša, or just “The Temptress" as it is in Latvian.

As the seventh year of servitude came, the brothel's owners decided to enlarge her already enormous tits by making them three or four times bigger.

They renamed her again as The Enchantress, and business was thriving. She had become known throughout the city as the most sought-after whore in all of Riga. Her reputation had spread far beyond the confines of the brothel, and avisophiles from all over the world would pay exorbitant sums of money just to spend a single night with her, to touch her new, enormous breasts.

Her tits were twice as wide as her torso, protruding higher than her long beak. They weighed nearly twenty pounds each, stretching the new lacy black bra that was designed to support them. They had to use a special gel to prevent her skin from chafing and sores.

The brothel had its own, unique system of classifying women's breasts, based on the number of men it took to lift them at once. The smallest was a "one-man lift," while the largest, a "ten-man lift." The Enchantress's breasts were a "seven-man lift," making them the biggest in the brothel.

The brothel keeper, an insatiable man as he was, decided to enlarge her tits even more, making them so big that her record could never be beaten. Xixi cried out, but she couldn't do anything to oppose. They injected her with some strange substance, and slowly, her breasts began to swell. They grew larger and larger, until her ribs were crushed, her spine twisted, and she could barely breathe.

They renamed her the third time, now propagating her under the simple name of The Slut.

The Slut's breasts were now so large that they dwarfed her tiny body. They were seven times the size they had been before – easily the largest in the world. Her latex-covered nipples stood erect like tiny cocks, and her areolae were the size of dinner plates. They were four times as long as her wingspan, and the latex that covered them was stretched so thin that it was semitranslucent, revealing the gray of her skin beneath. Her nipples, always erect, were surrounded by a halo of latex that was specially reinforced to withstand the constant stimulation and abuse they endured.

Men would pay any price just for a moment with her. They would strip her naked and worship at the altar of her breasts, kissing and licking and sucking. They would fuck her, hard and fast, feeling her massive tits bounce and sway with each thrust. They would cum on her, and she would thank them for it.

She was unable to move, her body constantly pinned to the ground by the weight of her own breasts. The brothel owners had made her into this: a living, breathing pornographic fantasy. Her middle name, The Enchantress, was a cruel irony. There was no enchantment in being reduced to a living sex toy.

One day the brothel owner came, and started to examine her tits, digging into her cleavage to clean it. Than he discovered an interesting thing - remains of some old sperm injected two years ago. He was impressed. It was evident that one of her clients had to titfuck her two years ago and his semen remained between her tits since that time - so deep was her cleavage! It stirred up a very perverted idea in his mind…

The next day, the brothel owner offered a challenge to the all patrons: whoever would be able to bury his own cock so deep inside her cleavage that it would pierce to another side of the Slut's tits, he would be rewarded with a lifetime of free sex at the brothel.

The challenge was met at first with laughter and disbelief, but then people started to consider it seriously.

The first daredevil was a dominative anthro zebra. He was not a client, but one of the brothel owners' friends who agreed to initiate the competition in order to encourage the audience. He took a fresh condom and put it on his cock. Then he put some lube on it cock and slid it into the Slut's cleavage. The crowd went silent, expecting something amazing to happen.

The whole crowd gasped as they witnessed the zebra's penis punish between her tits. Xixi's shining latex-covered body, the darkness of her lacy bra were contrasting and composing very esthetically with zebra's black and white stripes, creating a delightful display of different, sensual kinds of black.

He continued to thrust into her cleavage, his cock sliding in and out of the crevice between her tits. The Slut moaned with pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The crowd grew more and more excited as they watched the zebra's cock disappear into her cleavage, only to reappear moments later, glistening with her perspiration.

The brothel owner, delighted by the spectacle, decided to make a wager with one of the other men. They bet a small fortune on whether or not the zebra's cock would actually reach the other side of her breasts. The zebra thrust harder, pushing deeper into her cleavage, as the Slut arched her avian back, offering herself up to him.

His face flushed with exertion, his muscles taut as he fought to control his thrusts. His sweat was beading on his muzzle and falling the Slut's skin, trickling down between her breasts and pooling in the valley between them.

The zebra was working his hips with great effort against her tits, squeezing them tightly in his hands, gritting its teeth from the effort; Xixi was panting loudly and her tits were shaking and dancing wildly.

Still, despite of effort and burying its dick till the hilt, the zebra managed only to penetrate 1/4 of her cleavage and to shot the sperm up to 1/2 of the distance to the other end.

The brothel owner, who lost the bet, had to pay the other man the agreed amount. But he also decided to reward the Slut for her performance. He gave her a new title: Cleavage Queen, deciding to make her the star attraction of the brothel.

As the anthro zebra went away, snoring with anger of his defeat, a feral elephant emerged from the crowd and decided to take the challenge up. With a stern expression, he pushed his enormous cock between her squeezed tits.

The crowd cheered, amazed by the sight of the massive beast taking the Slut in his trunk to immobilize her.

Than one man, determined to prove himself, approached the mating couple. With a confident grin, he lubed himself up and positioned himself between the Slut's breasts. The crowd murmured in surprise as he began to slide his cock deeper and deeper into her cleavage. The both males started to fuck her tits simultaneously, determined to defeat each other.

The man's thrusts were slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on the Slut's face, searching for any sign of discomfort or pain. The elephant, sensing the competition, began to thrust harder against him, driving his cock deeper into the Slut's chest. The crowd grew more and more tense, watching as the two males battled for dominance. The elephant's trunk twitched erratically, its massive body trembling with the effort to maintain its hold on the Slut.

The crowd roared in approval, urging him on, and they finally both came. The man fell onto the floor, exhausted and close to getting a stroke.

As they made some measure, it turned out that the elephant's dick reached only 1/3 of her cleavage when buried to the hilt, when his injected fuck-essence did not manage to reach the other side, but 2/3 of the way between her cleavage.

If turned out quite obvious that the challenge was impossible to carry out. Still, the brothel keeper decided to prolong the spectacle. They used the biggest cock in the world, taking a whale into the brothel. To do it, they had to transport him in a big aquarium truck and than lift in a hall by use of special harness. Whale's dick, whose slick, maritime surface caused Xixi to writhe in pleasure as it torpedoed between her boobs, pushed bravely for eight minutes but his length penetrated only 2/3 of her cleavage, while his ejaculation, naturally, managed to break through the other side of her tits and cover her face and beak in milky, thick semen smelling with relaxing sea salt.

So, no one finally won the lifetime free sex in the brothel, but the crowd was still satisfied with that lewd displays of sheer debauchery, which would probably make even Marquese de Sade surprised and very proud if he still lived.

The brothel keeper decided to reduce the size of her breasts to much more normal, as it was just after her change into the sextoy. Still, he was making a lot of other, very surreal sex competitions with the using of her amazing body.

Once, Xixi found herself outside of space and time, flowing in the constant stream of animalistic lust stretching through the millennia of world's existence. She was feeling connected with the all whores that ever existed, with the very antiquity of the reasons she was now living for. The sexual lust that has been forcing males to have sex and prolongate the world's existence…

She didn't know where she is, she just flowed in no-space looking at the passing events, maybe not even possessing a body anymore, seeing the countless brothels that has existed through times immemorials, the constant fight for survival and the very multiverses with different worlds she had been, or is still, living in.

Perhaps the most funny was the perspective. Her own fate appeared horrible to herself, until she saw all her other version doing dozens of other things with the same futile worryings. She lived all of that lives and was now not afraid of anything that was going to happen.

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