"That'll be - mmm - 20 buckssss!"
Lilly thanked the shopkeeper and smiled, waving her way out of the store. His hand moved furiously under the counter, eyes crossing slightly as his fat dick throbbed in his fist, just out of sight. She gave a brief longing look but knew she didn't have all day to get back to her shop. Plus, the shopkeeper's moss and peat scent wasn't mouth watering enough for her to risk being late.
Lilly tossed her long black hair over a shoulder, earning appreciative looks as she went. Her sweet little sundress was fluttering high on her thighs while her bouncing udders threatened to spill out of the low-cut neckline with every step. She was almost positive that part of her nipple was starting to peak out while the breeze gave anyone passing a glimpse at her cute cunt. Her pussy gave a happy squeeze when a cute Beta watering plants outside the coffee shop started fucking his co-workers mouth faster as he watched her every step. Even though she dressed modestly the little Omega still knew how to have fun!
Years ago, back when her grandparents would have been youngsters, the laws had been different. It was entirely foreign to her generation- the world that history books described. Back then the women, Beta and Omega alike, were praised for covering up, limiting their sexual partners, and god forbid they express desire. Completely ignoring biological need in their quest for puritanical modesty. Sex was for married couples. Alpha packs were for perverts - surely one Alpha was enough for one Omega? Biology and instinct pushed to the side in favor of conforming to societal norms. Then the birth rates dropped. Alphas, the backbone of society and natural leaders, became rare. Even Betas, the most common class, were at an alarming low. Omegas were practically non-existent, the ones remaining being fought over by rabid Alphas desperate to marry and have a place to (socially acceptably) sink their knot. The Royal family and their Parliament had to start taking action. Their initial thought? Pour money into curing all STDs. They figured that would discourage condoms and possibly encourage the secret casual sex no one wanted to acknowledge. That ended up making about as much of an impact as a feather on a lake. So step 2? Legalize sex work. A small bump. Tiny. Ant hill sized, really. Alphas sought out Betas for a chance at any kind of stimulation. Casual sex had slowly become more accepted - people determined it a necessity as things became dire. Then, when that progress stalled, loosening the definition of "public decency"...if "loosen" means demolishing completely.
Lilly smiled fondly as she thought of her grandfather telling her that first time going out after the law passed. How nervous everyone was that it was all just one big joke. He said that everyone from that time says the same thing - they all remember exactly where they were the first time they watched a woman get bent over and taken like a bitch in the middle of the street. Her grandfather says that's how he met her grandmother. The only Omega in town, stuffed and squealing on a fat Alpha knot as her slick poured down her legs in front of all her neighbors. He said that when she finally caught his scent out of the crowd her cunt had sprayed cum like a firehose. They had started building their pack from there but that's a story for another time. Some people were outraged for a bit. Demands to return to the old way of doing things. Alphas with Omegas, Betas with Betas (and sometimes Alphas). One partner to rule them all, blah, blah. Then the birth rates made a jump. No one could argue with the progress. Plus by then most of Parliament and even the Royal Family had started indulging so there was no way the naysayers would ever get the votes they needed.
It wasn't long before the next leap in logic. If improvements were happening from breeding your wife, your girlfriend, your fuck buddy, your local corner girl...how impressive would it be if all men could stick it in anyone they wanted?
The Royal Family had a bit more of a complicated time with it, what with matters of succession, but their country prided themselves on having the most cum hungry whores and rut-addled Alphas on the throne.
It's only been a couple generations but the effects of those decisions and laws were undeniable. For a time only the horniest cunts were eagerly bred over and over in the once barren streets.
Lilly puffed up with pride. She was happy to say she came from the sluttiest women she had ever met. Her grandmother made history when the Free Breeding Law passed and she was the first Omega to stand in the middle of town square, butt naked and begging for cock. Her mother has never been pregnant by the same man, despite being happily married since she was 18 and it's said that back in the day she had made the shortlist to be the Royal Sow. And back then they hadn't had the option of the "enhancements" some men and women had started indulging in when science started investing in the times. Royal Sows were notoriously required to be eager and depraved, thinking only with their holes. Being considered before the popularity of enhancements was quite the accomplishment. There was an enhancement to increase a woman's sensitivity. One made your throat as sensitive as a pussy. Women could grow dicks that could be gone by supper. Men could cum by the gallon or have a knot that swelled to the size of a basketball. The possibilities truly felt endless these days.
While Lilly hadn't set out to break tradition, she had been the first in her family to indulge in an enhancement or two. At 18 she had begged her mom for a loan to cover the "Stretch Injection". She argued fiercely for it to be a birthday present or a loan that she would pay back the second she could. At first her parents had thought it silly. They managed just fine without all these silly enhancements the kids were obsessed with these days. Eventually she was able to wear them down when her daddy decided to humor her and look through the brochure. Ever the geneticist, he had been quite taken by the science. One injection and your tight little pussy is able to take enhanced knots with no pain, gallons of cum ballooning your belly with no stretch marks or stopping from discomfort, all while bouncing back within minutes. There was no long such thing as "too big". He thought it was a medical marvel and told his wife as much.
"Besides honey, can you blame your daughter for being...well, your daughter? How can you expect any different when you taught her to be the best slut she can be?"
Her mother had sighed, locked on her Alpha husband's knot while her slick poured out around him, unable to argue with that. Their packmate Lawrence, who Lilly and her siblings fondly called "Twoddy" as a cheeky acknowledgement of their second father, had sucked on her leaky tits while they waited for her to think it through. She was always more agreeable when her udders were milked. She had worked hard to instill the same values in her children that she had been given at their age. She could recognize that science changed what society looked like between generations and she never wanted to begrudge progress. Plus (and she would never tell him this) her husband was right. She wanted her little Lillypad to be the best set of holes she could be. They had agreed the next day and even went with her to her appointment. Lilly had barely felt the needle as her mom held her hand. She had happily tried to pay them back 6 months later when she had started making real money but they wouldn't hear of it and just told her to put it in her savings for the next one. Lilly had giggled at the time, loving how well her parents knew her.
Finally Lilly had reached her perfect bookstore. It was a quaint little shop she had inherited when her parents retired but it had been in the family for generations. It had everything from fantasy books with heroines adventuring while being used as cumdumpsters to Spanish textbooks that teach you how to beg for a hard fucking during your trip to Mexico. There were even some rare texts from generations past that the occasional collector would pay out the nose for. Every place to sit had a dildo suctioned to it for max comfort, as well as some shelves for those that wanted more than one hole stuffed. The outside was covered with crawling vines and blossoms that were currently displaying their pink and purple petals. A few tables and chairs lined the windows outside for the days that were too nice to spend inside. As she walked in Lilly straightened one of her display novels. It was some hot young author that was topping the charts lately with her romances. Lilly's eyebrows furrowed slightly. The cover displayed a girl held aloft by a clawed hand of a rather large, scaled monster, poised at the tip of a unique and huge cock. Lilly wasn't sure what the appeal was in such a conservative scene - you didn't even have a clear shot of the girl's cunt! But Lilly was never one to yuck someone's yum. As she made her way to the counter her whole body relaxed as she heard a familiar 'plapplapplap'.
"Boss!" Anthony, her one employee and a Beta, greeted her beaming. His faint cinnamon scent was filling the shop and reminding her of Christmas. Beta pheromones weren't as pronounced as Alphas or Omegas and they certainly didn't have the aphrodisiac effect that Alphas and Omegas did but Lilly still thought they were delicious and calming. She felt a little more slick dribble from her cunt, loving how her warm strawberry scent mixed with the cinnamon in the air. She always said that Beta scents were like foreplay, easing your eager holes into play, while Alphas just made you mindless fuckdolls begging to be stuffed. Anthony was just like her in that he usually wore some semblance of clothing - many people had abandoned the practice or only half-heartedly participated. But, like her, it had to be easy access. They weren't completely uncivilized. As a sign of the times, fashion trended towards barely there and easy to get into. There were no longer gendered articles of clothes since many men discovered how much easier it was to pull up their kilt and have their balls milked in seconds. Shoes were still mostly necessary. Some had decided on the enhancement to thicken their soles, making shoes obsolete. Most women, however, had simply paid for the privilege of never having to worry about sore feet again. Heels could be worn as comfortable as sneakers and Lilly had a closet full of shoes no shorter than 4 inches. Wait no...there was a pair of godsforsaken Crocs her Twoddy had bought her a couple years ago shamefully stuffed in the back that she refused to admit to wearing around the house.
Anthony's skirt was flipped up so he could pump and squeeze his fat, 9 inch, fuckstick. His fist sized balls were hitting the chair underneath him with each aggressive stroke while the head was practically pissing out precum. He started fucking his fist harder, groaning louder.
"I missed those udders, Boss Lady. Fuck, my cock loves you!"
He started panting, his tongue falling out a bit, never bothering to make eye contact. The important parts weren't on her face. His eyes were glued to her fun bags.
"Poor thing, I didn't know you were suffering while I was gone." Lilly giggled. She started bouncing her tits in his face.
"Ungh ungh uhhhh - mmmm." A little drool dribbled out as his head followed the motions. This is why he took the job. He loved his whore boss's fat tits and wasn't shy about it. "Uhhuh, uhhuh!"
Her neckline started slipping with each bounce, her nipples revealing themselves one after another. Anthony's free hand flew to his churning nutsack. He was rather proud of his enhancements. He had long ago decided that he needed, with every ounce of his being
