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The Bust - Chapter 8
🕑 Added 2018-10-31 13:46:12 +0000 UTC 1200+ new words! And I do mean new! Anyone who knows the inspiration for this story is going to see how things really diverge here. I rushed the ending of the original story, and tried to cram too much in. I also never liked how the original characters ended up with their final transformations, it was really against the preferences I have come to embrace. So expect the unexpected from here forward! ~dSChapter VIII
With a little trial-and-error exploration Sylvia worked her way up and around through Club Cantina. A number of twisting stairs finally brought Sylvia back to what looked like an old lighting booth built into the front wall that had been converted to an office. A sign was tacked to it, slightly askew, which read, “MANAGEMENT.”
Sylvia knocked on the door and an irritated voice shouted from the other side, “Well, get in here so I know who to tell to go away!”
The door stuck and Sylvia had to practically bust her shoulder to get into the office. She stumbled a little atop her heels, and managed to catch her balance about midway into the cramped quarters. There was just enough space for a desk, chair, and some filing cabinets, and that’s what the room contained. To Sylvia’s right was a large tinted window that ran the length of the room, and overlooked the audience and stage.
In front of Sylvia sat a rather grumpy looking woman. From what she could see the woman was quite good looking, the large breasts held back by bra and blouse millimeters from resting on the top of desk, and Sylvia imagined that she could have been up on the stage. A few lines on her face indicated that maybe she had been once and moved on at the Club.
“Are you Jane? The manager?”
“What I am is short on time.”
“I wanted to talk to you about the future of the club.”
“If you’re trying to audition, I have enough dancers. Dancers aren’t what I need more of.”
“Oh, well, I assure you, whatever the problem is I can help with these…”
Sylvia pulled up her top and let her technicolor tits bounce out. Jane’s grouchy look ticked to the side a little, her eyes narrowing.
“So you spray-painted your boobs, great job. Nothing I ain’t seen before.”
“Oh, but I have a whole shtick,” Sylvia replied, committing to an idea she’d thought of only a second ago. She clasped her hands over her head and began to shimmy over to Jane’s side of the desk. The manager seemed mixed about what was happening, wanting to turn Sylvia away, but her professional facade breaking as the busty dancer jiggled her big tits towards her.
“I’m sure...I’m sure you do,” Jane was beginning to flush red, “But I know from experience shtick doesn’t last long…”
“Oh, but I’m also a Please Touch exhibit,” Sylvia smiled as she stepped right up to Jane. The pink titties were hovering just inches away from the seated woman’s head, “I offer my big soft breasts for a rub and then tell the audience to make a wish. Why don’t you try it? Then I can walk away satisfied that I tried.”
“If I...must…”
Sylvia shivered delightfully as Jane raised up her hands and hefted her tits from below. The contact felt very good, and Sylvia thought she could feel a little callusing on Jane’s hands. Perhaps this woman was older than she thought.
Jane let her palms slide up Sylvia’s breasts just far enough that her thumbs teased the purple areola, before she pulled away. The manager appeared to regain some of her composure, so Sylvia spoke up to try and catch her off-guard.
“So, what does a boss lady like you wish for in a place like this?”
“Well, honestly, I wish I was again the randy nude young woman who performed on that stage and some upstart like yourself had to deal with managing this place.”
That could not have gone more perfectly. Sylvia sensed the wish being granted. She could feel her own mind gaining the knowledge it needed for her to manage; the location of keys, banking data, names of employees.
Jane could also feel something happening to her. A tingling was washing over her body, and every inch of her skin began to feel tight. Wrinkles were pulled out of existence by the taught surface of Jane’s de-aging body. And as that sensation spread, her clothes began to disintegrate, leaving her nude in the the chair.
Sylvia watched as Jane stared at herself in awe, not seeming to care in the least that she was naked off-stage with a stranger. Both women watched as Jane’s breasts, which had drooped a few inches without her bra, rolled up her ribs and took a much firmer perch upon Jane’s chest. Her little brown nipples popped to attention.
The younger woman now stood up and stretched, bouncing on her bare toes and shaking her rejuvenated boobs. Jane squealed and pushed past Sylvia, her back rubbing the magic tits as she went. Sylvia watched as Jane did a few leaps and twirls around the small office space. Jane landed with her arms thrown out, her chest bouncing atop heavy breaths, with a great big smile across her face.
As she rested in her held position a moment Sylvia could see how Jane’s pussy was glistening with it’s wish-induced randiness. It appeared that Jane was also noticing this. A wistful look came to her eye.
“Hmm, I remember what it was like backstage. All those sexy bodies. But so…” Jane’s word trailed off as she thought for a moment, then spoke again, “How I wish everyone who worked here was more interested in fucking each other than nearly anything else…”
Sylvia felt her body shudder as her thoughts changed. She’d already found the other dancers attractive, but now her brain knew how much they’d be as eager for a quickie as she was...anytime...anywhere…
“What am I thinking?!”
Jane’s exclamation startled her, bring her erotic thoughts back to the situation at hand. Sylvia had granted Jane two wishes now, and there was only one left. But Jane hadn’t even realized she’d made a second one. The energized dancer walked over to Sylvia, grabbed her tits, and then sat down on the corner of the desk. She crossed her legs, and then her arms under her breasts.
“I don’t know why I kept my vision so small. I shouldn’t just be dancing here! Everyone she see me!” Jane exclaimed, clearly pleased with her realization, “I should be dancing on TV! I wish I was, like, Solid Gold!”
Sylvia had never heard of the variety TV show Solid Gold. It had gone off the air long before Sylvia was watching television. So the wish-granting woman did not have any idea of the once-famous group of dancers who had performed on it.
Instead, of course, Sylvia thought of the metal. And in a blink Jane’s smug face was captured in stiff yellow metal. Her soft flesh became hard and heavy, and the metal desktop began to creak and groan as it slowly bent under the weight of Jane’s golden ass.
Sylvia was glad that the office was built atop a supporting wall.
From within her metal mind Jane could still see Sylvia, if not for her vision having the oddest yellow tint. Jane could feel her otherwise motionless form sinking down slightly, the stiff golden toes of her left leg still touching the floor pivoting her backwards slightly.
Solid gold Jane could not move a single muscle. But she was still very horny, and she quietly cried out for Sylvia to suckle on one of her stiff golden nips.
Sylvia, of course, could not hear the metal woman. She certainly found the golden statue attractive, but now her mind was drifting towards the duties of her new managerial position. As far as she was concerned, at the moment Jane was little more than an awkwardly position paperweight who should have quit talking when she was ahead.
to be continued...
