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THE BUST - Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2018-07-25 12:17:16 +0000 UTC An updated/new 2300+ words!Chapter VI
Club Cantina had once been the premiere gentleman’s club in what had once been the party center of the city. Everyone knew of it, since the raised highway extension of Route 87 ran by its roof, and Club Cantina had a billboard with neon lights all over it. But that same highway extension that gave their sign so much attention had also rerouted most of the traffic that had travelled through its district. The vein of fresh clientele had dried up, and the other clubs in the area had closed shop. Club Cantina held on not particularly because it was the best gentleman's club around, but because it was the only.
Sylvia carefully stepped out of the cab that pulled up to the entrance. The built-in cups of the black dress which adorned her were just able to keep her nipples in check. Her breasts bulged out of the dress’ deep neckline, wobbling delectably as she stood up and stabilized atop black strappy heels. She had put some toner across her cleavage and subdued the bright pink. Beneath the dress were silk panties. She’d wanted to wear a thong, but the interior of the dress was slightly prickly. The silk stimulated her ass, but it wasn’t as unbearable as what the dress was made of.
Sylvia entered the awning-covered doors of Club Cantina. Two women dressed in revealing latex jackets and short skirts looked her up and down as she want in.
The interior was dark, and a solid bass beat that drowned out any other instrumentation pounded away. Sylvia went over to a table one row away from the side of the long stage. Poles ran from the stage floor to the ceiling, and there were already some topless women in thongs dancing and gyrating against them. Sylvia was impressed in how attractive they all were, but being the only option the club could be picky. She noticed that all the tables near the stage were filled with mostly older men. She spotted a few women sitting at other tables near the back of the room.
The tables were, at best, ten percent full.
Along one side of the room was a bar, and past that were the restrooms. On the other side of stage was a door marked EMPLOYEES only that Sylvia guessed lead to the backstage area.
A waitress strutted up to Sylvia. She wore a white tank top and short skirt, with pumps. Her blond hair was pulled up. She was attractive, with a thin-but-nowhere-near-toned body, and was chewing gum. As she bent over Sylvia could see her apple-sized titties dangling with no bra.
“I’m Yasmine, what would you like to drink?”
Sylvia ordered a beer, and couldn’t help but stare at Yasmine’s ass as she turned around. She could feel herself dampen her panties as she pulled her eyes from Yasmine’s ass and looked to the dancers on stage.
Suddenly the lights dimmed. The girls who had been dancing along the poles collected the singles that had dropped from their g-strings and strutted off and disappeared backstage.
The curtain flew open, and a woman of about twenty-five, Sylvia guessed, hit the spotlight. She was dressed in layers of what looked to be clothing from a thrift store just thrown about her body, an over-sized men’s corduroy jacket atop her torso and a long heavy skirt around her legs. She clacked down the stage in high heels so tall Sylvia cringed.
The dancer, dubbed Thrifty Trini by an announcer, eyed up the crowd and grabbed a pole, swinging herself around it dramatically before throwing herself forward. Trini gave a pout and shrugged towards the audience. The men and near the stage began tossing a few ones at her, but nothing torrential.
Trini took the bills and began stripping. The discarded corduroy jacket revealed a large t-shirt adorned with MY PARENTS WENT TO ST. LOUIS AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS T-SHIRT. It was tied up so it was clear that a tanktop was yet to be revealed beneath it - and Trini’s large breasts also became more apparent. With this reveal the men started throwing more bills at her, and the long skirt was next snaked down Trini’s legs to reveal booty shorts. More money lost the booty shorts to reveal a thong, and the tanktop revealed a bra. Finally enough bills took down the bra, and Trini stood naked save for her heels and the thong.
Sylvia was squirming as she watched. Trini was slim, with a great body, although if she was being objectively picky Sylvia thought her ass could be a bit fuller. Trini had obviously gotten breast augmentation, and her grapefruit sized boobs stood out round and proud from her chest.
Trini strutted across the stage, and then stepped out onto the first table. The old men hooted and hollered, as made her way from table to table until she came to Sylvia’s. Thinking quickly, but not smartly, Sylvia quickly slipped a bill into her own cleavage - which got the leering men to hoot and holler even louder. Trini bent over and ran a finger across the top of Sylvia’s overflowing breasts, sending a shiver through the seated woman. Then Trini plucked the bill from Sylvia’s bust, stepped back across the tables to the stage, and exited as another girl stepped out.
Sylvia sighed as the next girl worked the stage. The strip shows were turning her on more and more. But eventually she’d have to take care of the growing lust between her legs.
Then a thought occurred to her; where was her beer?
Getting up Sylvia made her way towards the bar. It was long, and the house lights were deeply dimmed. Sylvia’s boobs were bouncing and her ass was being caressed with every step. And she still had an eye on the strippers revving her slit up more and more.
Just as she neared the end of the bar Yasmine came zipping around the corner, distracted by answering someone’s question. Yasmine and Sylvia slammed into each other, and the glass of beer Yasmine had been carrying splashed all over them both.
“SHIT!” the waitress yelled out, grabbing the fallen glass and tray and slamming both onto the bar. Yasmine’s nipples were now clearly visible through her soaked white shirt. Sylvia shook her hands and arms, beer dripped from her. Some of the toner on her breasts was dripping off. In the confusion of the moment, Sylvia had not noticed the announcement of the next dancer – “BARB THE BAY WATCHER!”
“I’m sorry,” the waitress finally said to Sylvia, “Let’s get you dried off.”
Sylvia nodded and followed Yasmine past the bar into the women’s room.
“Here,” said the waitress, grabbing paper towels out of the dispenser, “It was my fault, let me help.” Before Sylvia could say anything, Yasmine was dabbing off the beer from the front of Sylvia’s dress.
“Not, it’s, I…” Sylvia realized she had soaked all on her own an area no beer had reached. “Please, I can do it myself.” Sylvia grabbed Yasmine’s hands, not realizing in the process that the back of Yasmine’s right fingers had directly brushed across her overflowing left breast.
As the waitress backed up, in a bit of a huff, she noticed the revealed pink coloration of Sylvia’s breasts.
“Shit, girl,” said Yasmine, turning to dry her own shirt off, “Did I hit your tits or something? What’s with the color?”
“Oh, uh, nothing,” Sylvia mumbled, turning to one of the mirrors, “So, uh, do you dance on stage at all?”
“Me? Hell no. Talia says I gotta get my tits and things done before I can get up there. But if I had the money to do that I wouldn’t need to get up there!” Yasmine laughed. She turned to the mirror and struck a pose, pulling tight the damp shirt so her tiny nipples were more visible. “But there is something about dancing up there that just...calls to me. I do wish I had a bubble ass, inch thick lips, and a pair of udders on my chest with shot glass nipples...” Yasmine opined, “I could have the pick of show times then!
Sylvia felt the familiar tingle and lightheadedness, realizing now Yasmine must have touched her breasts.
The waitress moaned and leaned over the sink, dropping both hands down to support herself. Her ass was already growing outwards, pulling at her panties and snugging them up tightly against her moistening slit. Sylvia watched as Yasmine’s ass tightened and tucked, taking the classic peach shape.
But it kept going.
Yasmine’s ass continued bubbling outwards with fat, pushing the mini skirt up over her double moons. Both the waitress and Sylvia jumped at the sound - and feeling - of Yasmine’s panties finally giving out. In short order it looked as if the waitress had attached half a basketball to each of her ass cheeks. Sylvia thought she could rest a beer can on the top of the new bubble butt.
“Oh my God,” Yasmine moaned, squeezing her legs together, “I’ve neber feld zumtheng asth gud asth thiff…”
Sylvia stepped forward and leaned slightly so she could watch as the waitress’ lips puffed up. They became fuller and fuller, the top one nearly reaching the bottom edge of Yasmine’s nose. Her words were becoming more and more mumbled as her lips gained mass and lost some flexibility.
“I fel funnee dohn heh…” the waitress lisped out through an absurd one-inch rimmed pucker that overflowed atop her otherwise lean face. Sylvia guessed that any man’s cock would appreciate Yasmine’s new pillows surrounding it. Yasmine was still chewing her gum, but the action was almost imperceivable beneath her monstrous lips.
Sylvia watched as Yasmine began to fidget back and forth atop her heels, rubbing her thighs back and forth beneath her mini skirt. Sylvia ducked and peered aroung the waitress’ legs and realized Yasmine had not been precise enough in the wording of her wish; her nether lips had also puffed up to their new shape, thickly squashed between her thighs so tightly they had held onto the waitress’s popped thong. Her puffy pussy rubbed against the waitress’s thighs, the glisten dripping from them thick with her arousal.
But that wasn’t what Sylvia was really wanted to see.
Slowly Yasmine’s white tank top was being drawn up her stomach. Inch by inch her tight belly was being exposed, as inch by inch her breasts ballooned out from her chest. They were jiggling and wobbling all on their own as gurgling fatty flesh flowed from sources unknown into their stretching skin. They grew from apples to oranges, then from oranges to grapefruits. Soon those grapefruits were small melons fighting against the tightening confines of Yasmine’s top.
Sylvia backed away a bit as the waitress’s breasts continued to grow without sign of stopping. Yasmine was lost in the sensation of the magic working her form, but had enough clarity of thought to push her shirt up and over the curve of her engorging gazongas. They must have been increasing in sensitivity along with size, as Yasmine groaned out an orgasm as her shirt popped up over nipples that were as thick as the thumb that had been hooked in the fabric, and was now falling away limply with her quivering arm.
With Yasmine’s tits both fully on display now Sylvia could see the skin of her bust getting tighter and stretching as more and more bouncy goodness filler them. But the skin also appeared to be getting…thicker? Sylvia watched, perplexed, as the waitress’ lengthening and stiff nipples were now stretching in four directions forming Xs.
And then each split into four separate nipples and areola!
Sylvia understood now. The waitress had asked for udders with shot glass sized nipples, and she was going to get boobs like two cow’s udders on her chest. They weren’t completely cow-like, as the eight teats looked like big human nipples on bulbous breasts bigger than basketballs. The surface of Yasmine’s ballooning boulders retained her skintone but their substance was bit leathery. What had been up until now perfect tight orbs began to droop more and more, becoming more-so the shape of real cow udders. Yasmine’s eight nipples grew and lengthened further, shifting down towards the bottom curve of the waitress’s new pair of udders. Each teet soon had a drop of white liquid on the end.
Finally, the changes ceased.
Sylvia looked on with lust at the transformed woman. Yasmine’s ass popped out from her lower back and thigh like a pair of six-inch-deep bowls. Her skirt would be completely pulled up over her backside. Sylvia could see the waitress was still fingering herself through her enormous pussy lips, half her hand lost within her enormous labia.
The lips on Yasmine’s mouth were also ridiculously thick, to the point of making her almost incapable of actual speech. The two swaying udders, easily four times the size of Sylvia’s impressive breasts, hung heavily from Yasmine’s chest. With her other hand she was tugging and pulling at the four huge nipples on one breast, and streams of milk were trickling down her mostly exposed body.
“Oh gohb, I’b nebuh feld zo goob…” Yasmine moaned through saliva dribbling sausages, her body sliding down towards the floor. As her knees bent her weight shifted, and she stumbled backwards into one of the bathroom stalls. Yasmine settled between the wall and toilet, lost in her orgasmic rush.
Sylvia stood still in the bathroom for a moment. She was nearly on the verge of joining the transformed woman in the stall. She wanted to feel all of that sexy softness pressed against her. But that would have meant opening herself up to more wishes from Yasmine - if the waitress could even articulate them anymore. So Sylvia left, leaving the altered woman to come to terms with her new body when she was done masturbating.
