You found yourself in a busy marketplace, throngs of people crowding around the smaller stalls and mingling with the comings and goings from the larger stores around the central square. Many different types of folks were packed into the space: humans, other anthros, more fantasy style races, and some you couldn’t even begin to recognize. Dotted throughout the heaving masses, you could even see public displays of sex going on. One notable case very close to you was a four-way involving what appeared to be a no more than 12 year old fox who was so fat that he was nearly spherical sandwiched between an angel and a succubus, topped off with a non-anthro horse braced across the other three . It took several tries before you were able to tear your eyes off of the spectacle completely.
On a raised platform on one end of the square, you saw a row of pillories with most of them filled. You were thinking there was nothing odd about that bit at least: medieval like town with people tossed in for public abuse. You saw a small sign attached to the platform, with the words “Public-use pillories” written on the rough wood. That’s when you noticed that all of the people in the pillories were naked, and the people around them were performing various sexual acts on the prisoners. Some were being taken from behind, others from the front, and more than a few were being taken from both directions at the same time. One – a plump little human except for the pointy fox ears poking through her hair – was being worked over by four people at the same time, including one at her ears.
Turning away again, only now did you think to wonder how exactly you were dressed. With your inflated figure, you couldn’t exactly see much of your own body. Fortunately, there was a mirror propped against a nearby stand. Making your way through the crowd, you looked yourself over once you could see your reflection. It was better than you were fearing, but worse than you were hoping: you weren’t naked, but quite close. Your torso was “covered” with a simple linen blouse that was pulled taut around your body and had a plunging neckline that exposed much of your upper pair of breasts and a good portion of the lower pair, as well as a high hem that left a portion of your plush belly uncovered. Your “pants” were more like a skimpy pair of short-shorts, hugging your wide hips and thighs and dipping low around the top of your big ass.
“Hmm…aren’t you beautiful?” you heard a voice murmur right next to you, breaking you out of your visual exploration of yourself
Spinning around, you stumbled away from the speaker.
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