Gas Station Of Monster Girls

Maria was ready to snap. Fridays at the gas station she worked at were always busy, but tonight was on another level. Not only was there a nigh constant stream of customers, meaning she had very little downtime to do her various chores, but it felt like every single of of them was a fucking jackass.

There was a lady who bought fifty dollars of scratch and wins—composed of almost exclusively one and two dollar tickets—unconcerned with the growing line behind her. Another customer came in angrily shouting about how the gas pump was broken and wouldn't take his card and she needed to come out and fix it, only for it to turn out he was putting his card in backwards. Some other piece of shit had gone off on a minutes long anti-government rant when she told him the store doesn't carry candy flavoured vape fluid! Then there was that lady who asked for smokes by package colour, somehow having gone half a decade without noticing that they're all brown now, and got huffy when asked which one she meant!

The instant she got an opportunity to escape this hell, Maria did. She locked the door, put up the "back in 5 minutes" sign, and slipped into the bathroom to take a break. She didn't need to use the bathroom, but it was the only place she could both sit down and not be seen by any customers through the windows. She had been sitting on the toilet lid for a bit now, enjoying being off her feet for the first time since her shift started. She pulled out her phone to check the time. It was 10:31pm. She had less than a half hour left on this gods forsaken shift.

Reluctantly standing up, Maria walked over to the mirror as she mentally prepared herself for the home stretch. She was of an average height, her modest bust and wide hips giving her a somewhat pear-shaped build. For this month's hair colour she gone with a bright red, the crimson locks cut short in the back with long bangs that hung partially over her brown eyes. Her skin was a light copper, though most of it was covered by her face mask, gaudy, bright yellow uniform shirt and her black work pants.

After taking a moment to hand-comb her hair and straighten her shirt a bit Maria left the bathroom, hoping that there was no one waiting outside so she could get started on her various end-of-day chores. Sadly this hope was shattered by the older woman—dressed in jeans and a "There's two ways to do things: my way and the wrong way" shirt—waiting outside, who immediately went over to the chip shelf to slowly sift through each brand and flavour.

While the woman was still contemplating which chips to buy another customer wandered in as well. This one was a college-age looking guy in shirt with a print of Tifa Lockhart in a bikini so small that Maria internally questioned if he should

really

be wearing it in public. He strolled up and down the coolers, as if the drinks inside would change the next time he looked.

Maria could do nothing by stare at the clock from behind the till as these two wasted precious time she could be using for actually important things. Her eyes lazily moved across the store—a moderate sized affair with three shelves breaking the space up—as she waited for the two customers to finish. As she waited a strange force washed over the store settling over the woman still picking out chips.

A pale shade of blue washed over the woman's skin and her brunette hair darkened to an inky black. Her eyes turned bright yellow while their sclera darkened. The shirt she was wearing was stretched taut as the breasts beneath them exploded out into a pair of massive, perky watermelons. The garment itself then changed to better fit the woman's transformed figure, its text having been re-written to now read "Sorry for having great tits and correct opinions." Though not to the extent of her chest, her hips and ass also grew a few sizes larger. Her thighs also puffed up, but only to unravel into a quartet of dark-purple tentacles each. These tentacles fanned out around her hips as her pants became a "knee-length" skirt. Beneath the folds of this skirt, right between her foremost tentacles, grew a thick, forearm length cock with a matching pair of balls following right behind.

Despite this sudden and extreme transformation taking place right before her, Maria didn't even flinch. And why should she? That woman has

always been just as she was now

. At least, that's the truth as far as she—as well as most of the world—were concerned. Even the woman herself could not even conceive of being anything but an extremely curvy, dual-sexed, octopus person.

This change in reality was not perfect however, and there were people who slipped through the cracks. One such person was the other customer, who yelped out in shock when he rounded the corner. The confused stares he got from the two women stopped any further questionings however, and the man slinked over to look at the candy shelf.

Perhaps encouraged by the man's strange outburst, the woman quickly gathered up a dozen or so bags of chips—using a few tentacles to carry what wouldn't fit in her arms—and made her way up to the till. Glad that the woman would be leaving soon, Maria quickly rang in her purchases while the man grabbed a bag of chips and got in line.

While Maria already didn't have the most positive impression of this man already, having come in less than an hour before close only to waffle about for several minutes, the way he was staring at the other woman creeped her out. She was a little worried that he might try follow her after leaving the store, but the fact the woman's car was parked right outside meant that she would be long gone before he finished paying.

"Can I also get two packs of smokes?" asked the man after his chips and soda had been rung in. He still glanced over to the woman getting into her car occasionally.

Maria took a moment to decide if he looked young enough to bother IDing, and ultimately decided that he did. Wanting to get this guy out of the store ASAP, she skipped filling out the ID sheet and just made sure the photo looked vaguely like him and that the DoB was good. Everything was in order so she grabbed the smokes out of the case behind her and rang them up.

"That lady

did

transform into a tentacle monster, right?" The man suddenly babbled some nonsense as he pulled out his debt card.

"You mean the Scylla?" Maria's customer service facade dropped a bit, hostility creeping into her tone as she began to lose patience with this guy. Thankfully that was enough to get the man to shut up and just pay. As he tapped his card however, he began to transform just like the woman before.

His previously toned limbs plumped up, with his thighs especially thickening into a pair of melon-crushers. His feet lengthened into digitigrade paws while his hands gain retractable claws. Bubblegum pink fur covered his legs to mid-thigh and his arms to just below the elbow. His shorts shrank down into a pair of booty-shorts that did little to hide the bulge of his massive feline sheath and balls—behind which a pussy had formed. These shorts also had a hole in the back through which a pair of thin tails grew.

The man's chest burst forwards and his waist pinched in, the shirt looking more like a crop top—which it the literally became as it wrapped around his basketball-sized tits. The image on it was still Tifa, but she was now in her iconic white top and black miniskirt; however, the martial artist was now a centaur, her equine body covered in a pair of black shorts that did nothing to hide her massive ballsack that—in this new reality—was responsible for just as many sexual awakenings as her breasts.

Last to change was his face. The scraggy peach-fuzz that covered it faded away as his jaw and cheekbones rounded out. His lips plumped up as pink lipstick covered them. His eyes grew larger, their irises becoming a slightly darker shade of pink then his fur. This colouration spread to his hair, which grew down to his mid-back before being pulled into twin-tails by a pair of scrunchies that popped into existence.

"Would you like your receipt ma'am?" asked Maria. She was glad that the Nekomata would be out of her hair soon so she could get ready for closing time.

"Ma'am? I'm a man!" the Nekomata's shouted in his high-pitched, squeaky voice.

"Oh, sorry!" Maria was legitimately apologetic. While this person had been annoying, that didn't mean she was justified in misgendering him. It had been a bit rude to simply assume he was a woman just because he was a Monsterborn. Though, she could've swore she saw an "F" on his ID, (though she couldn't remember

why

she had IDed him to begin with) but he could have simply not bothered to change it.

"WHAT THE FUCK!? What happened to me!? Why do I have tits!?" The Nekomata's sudden outburst startled Maria. He was hyperventilating as he looked over his body in horror. Maria thought he might be having a panic attack of some kind.

"Sir, you look normal. You haven't changed at all since you walked in."

"How can you think that!" raged the man, "I was normal just a second ago, not some fucking bimbo cat-girl! It's just like with that lady who turned into a squid monster! You're a loon!" It seems that Maria's attempt at calming him down backfired and he scooped up his drink, chips, and condoms before running out of the store. For some reason he didn't use the button next to the twelve foot tall door and instead awkwardly struggled to push it open.

While Maria was a little worried about the man, she ultimately decided that it wasn't worth an extended call with 911. She instead went to spend the last twenty minutes or so before close stocking the cooler and finishing her paperwork.

Maria always found the empty store this late a little creepy. It's towering ceilings designed for the rare cyclops or dragon customer and the extra wide aisles for taurs or other long Monsterborn all made the space feel just a tad liminal for a human like her. Her almost three years working nights mitigated these feelings somewhat, but she would still occasionally find herself jumping at the sound of a car racing down the road outside.

After propping the walk-in cooler's door open with a box and shutting off the fans so she could hear the doorbell if a customer came in, Maria got to work. She had gotten good at efficiently moving the various cans and bottles from the shelves over to the display, the sounds of drinks sliding down the sloped racks and colliding with the ones in front of them filling the silence if night.

Maria's rhythm was suddenly broken however when a soda bottle slipped out of her hand and slapped against the floor. She looked down at the mitten-like hand on the end of her red-feathered wing-arm, wondering how she had dropped something. Sure, as a harpy, her hands lacked dexterity but she had gotten used to that by the time she was ten! Regardless of how it happened, she bent over to pick the bottle up, pulling it into her reach with one of her black-scaled talons.

When Maria stood back up she felt her undershirt tug on her head-sized breasts and adjusted the buttons along the top of it and her uniform shirt that let her easily slip it on despite her wings. When she was done with that however, her wide-legged work shorts now felt uncomfortable. That made a little more sense however, as she had been forced to undo the fly hours ago so she could tuck her two foot long horsecock under her shirts.

Pulling her shorts back up around her huge, door-catching hips, Maria found herself wondering if she would have been happier to not be born a Chimera. Sure, the slab of equine virility she inherited from her Pegasus father felt amazing to use, weather masturbating or having sex, but if she got to aroused during a shift it quickly became impossible to hide. Hell even when her cock was fully in its sheath it—along with its equally massive set of balls—made an obvious bulge in even her baggiest pants. At least the horse ears she had gotten alongside her cock were cute (even if the fur on them refused to dye as well as her hair and feathers) with their only real downside being the slight up-charge some retailers put on headphones and hats designed for them.

Maria continued her stocking, unaware of her the drastic transformation she had just undergone. Any memories of being a human overwritten by the new reality where she was a Harpy/Pegasus hybrid. Without realizing it, her entire world had changed into one where horny, dual-sexed humanoids such as herself made up almost half of the population. The general flow of her life was similar, but many of the stops had changed.

Even the source of Maria's current frustration had shifted, no longer annoyed by an endless stream of rude and ignorant customers. Instead she had gotten so aroused by a parade of sexy Monsterborn that her cock now rested between her breasts, precum staining her shirt as it bubbled up from her urethra. In this new reality she would often find a few minutes around the halfway point of her shift to "cool off" but today had been too busy for that, leading to her current predicament. Even the chill of the cooler did little against the burning heat of her erection.

Thoughts of the many customer that had stoked Maria's arousal flitted through her mind as she walked back to the till to count the cash. There was the arachne that bought a hundred dollars worth of condoms of every size imaginable and had even slipped her an ad for the brothel she worked at before she left. Then there was the ten foot tall yeti with biceps bigger than Maria's tits that had made sure she saw their toned ass when they grabbed a sports drink from the cooler. She couldn't forget pixie who wore nothing but red and white stripped thigh highs with a matching cock-sock and ball-bra below the waist that got mad when she said they didn't have any strawberry flavoured sodas. Then there was that Lamia who's breasts constantly threatened to spill out of her top as she argued about how the "new" system for condom sizes made no sense, almost certainly because the size used now sounded less impressive.

Thankfully no more customers came in as Maria finished balancing the till and the instant the clock struck eleven she shut off the lights, locked the door, armed the alarm, and rushed out the back door. As soon as she was clear of the building she shot up into the air and started flying back to her apartment, desperate to at least relieve herself.

As Maria flew, the movement of her chest muscles caused her breasts to rub teasingly against the slab of equine virility between them. This meant she was essentially giving herself a hands-free titjob all the way home. Thankfully she didn't live that far away (as the harpy flies at least), but considering how pent up she was it was still an

agonizing

five minutes before she landed on her third floor balcony.

Technically

, flying tenets weren't allowed to simply land on their balcony and were

supposed

to use their key to go in through the front door, but Maria was far to desperate to bother with that today. As she moved through the apartment she could hear her human roommate Quinn's voice through their door. They were a streamer who played various games, with their share of the rent being earned through donations and ad revenue. Normally they were done for the night by the time Maria got back, but apparently the stream was running long for some reason. She didn't particularly care why however, as she had a thick, throbbing problem to take care of.

Within moments of entering her room Maria was sprawled out on her bed, her feathered hands already furiously stroking her horsecock, which was sheathed in a bright pink condom from the pack of "Goddess's finest: Taur-ific Teasers, 4XL size" condoms she kept in her end table drawer. She worked up and down her shaft, desperate to release over eight hours of pent up arousal. Her bloated balls clenching and unclenching with each stoke as she rocketed towards a long overdue orgasm.

Maria's vision blurred as she climaxed, an agonized moan escaping her lips as the condom on her cock began to fill. Load after load of cum surged up her cock as she milked it for all it was worth. Her ballsack was pulled so tight against her crotch that she could feel each pump of seed through her clit.

By the time Maria's orgasm tapered off the tip of the condom was nearly as large as one of her breasts, the rubber stretch to to point it was almost completely transparent. She carefully slipped off the sloshing pink balloon so she could tie it off and toss it into the waste bin.

Were Maria a human, or possibly even if she was simply a full-blooded harpy, that might have been enough to satisfy her; however, her cock and ears were not the only things she had inherited from her father—she also had the woman's equine endurance as well. She pulled another condom out of the box, this one a bright electric green, and got ready for round two as she put in onto her still erect cock.

Maria was laying belly-down on her bed with a pillow hugged tight to her chest as she thrust her cock between it and her breasts. This position meant that she failed to notice when the door to her room cracked open, her moans of pleasure masking the sound of footsteps. It wasn't until she felt the someone lean over and pin her hands down that her lustful stupor was broken.

"Rough day at work I take it?" The intruder was Maria's roommate Quinn, who had undergone their own transformation just moments ago as they ended stream. Their rich, brown skin was now obscured partially by a coat of pitch black fur that covered their arms and legs up just past their mid-point. The fur on their hands and feet—as well as the tips of their nine bushy fox tails and similarly vulpine ears—was instead a bright red. Their figure was fairly androgynous, by Monsterborn standards at least, with breasts that could comfortably fit in one hand and hips that were about as wide as their shoulders.

"A-A little, yeah..." replied Maria, a bit shocked that Quinn had entered her room so brazenly. The kitsune made their intentions clear however by putting their knotted, vulpine cock right between Maria's butt-cheeks.

"I could tell, as I was ending stream chat kept asking in my apartment is haunted. Not the first time that's happened either."

"Sorry!" Maria's face flushed with embarrassment. She had always assumed that the soundproofing Quinn had in their room was enough to mask any sound she made, but she was clearly mistaken. That, combined with the very vulnerable position she now found herself in filled her with shame—shame that only made her cock harder.

"Don't worry about it. If you want to make it up to me however..." Quinn ran their hands down Maria's body before cupping her ass cheeks possessively, "How about you let me help you out a bit? Ever since I moved in the idea of fucking this glorious ass of yours has helped me through plenty of my own 'rough nights' and I wouldn't mind being able to have the real thing."

Maria's embarrassment grew to heights beyond anything she had felt before. Her roommate had not only heard her moaning like a whore for the past six months they had been living together, but they also just admitted to masturbating to fantasies of her. The idea of the Kitsune, leaned up against their wall with their hands between their legs as they listened to her own self-pleasure, sexual fantasies about fucking her playing in their mind...

She couldn't possibly be any more aroused.

"Yes, please Quinn! Fuck my ass all you want!" Maria pushed back against the Kitsune, the feeling of cock-warmed rubber pressing against her asshole. Quinn responded in kind, pushing the tapered tip of their cock past the muscles guarding the harpy's rectum. Their cock quickly pushed deep inside Maria, brushing against her prostate and making her cock lurch beneath the pair.