Encore III (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ryan Caday.

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In the stretchy tube top and skirt, that only just covered her up, Viv sauntered onto the stage and took her spot behind the microphone. She was doing a few ballads, no backup necessary for her performance. As such, she had a spotlight beaming down on her, and the audience seemed mystified, with no distractions except her huge belly and extraordinarily plump ass.

For just that moment, Viv allowed herself to be content with herself. Never in a million years had she thought that she would be in that spot, headlining Titan.

She began her song in stunning acapella, instruments progressively joining in to layer her melodious tune. She kept her movements at a minimum, then realized she could get away with hardly any movements at all. Instead she cradled the mic in her hands and tried to embody her favorite musicians, ones who could freeze a crowd and silence a room with their song.

And it was going splendidly, except for her nerves, which she feared were exacerbating her condition. She felt her body as a whole growing hotter, and her belly, oddly tight, her backside tingling, and all her nipples aching. She realized what was about to happen.

Viv laid her hand on her navel in a desperate effort to hide her leaking. It looked natural, and her song went on uninterrupted, though the feelings of tension continued to grow, and Viv wasn’t sure what was happening to her. Her palm grew moist with sweat and milk.

The nipples on her bottom were beginning to leak as well, but she kept her back pointed away from the crowd, and tried to ignore it. She could feel milk trickling down the backs of her legs, slipping into her flats and hitting the stage. She would have to be careful not to slip on her exit.

Yet tighter she grew. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, her face red as she continued to belt out. She struggled, truly struggled, to keep it all in, to not release it. If she could just finish this song—

She missed a note, and she was getting odd looks from audience members. She knew the distress was evident in her face.

Her milk was creating a wet trail along the bottom of her shirt now. Her hand wasn’t hiding it anymore. It was a matter of time before she would start dripping.

She felt a throb of tension and her latest note quavered through her throat. She could practically see her belly pushing harder into her top, and soon there was nothing theoretical about it anymore.

“Nnrrgghh,” she grunted, actually pausing in the song. Everyone sat frozen, breaths held, as Viv panted. But she gathered her bearings and resumed.

Only now she was tripping over her words, and moving slightly, hoping to distract from the fact that she was visibly swelling.

Her shirt stretched over her belly, until some of her skin began to peek out beneath the taxed hem. She felt like miniature explosions were occurring beneath her skin, as her insides thrummed and burned, tingling and pushing; stretching her.

“Ohhh…” she arched her back by impulse, pushing her belly out as it grew immense on her torso. “Ahhhh…nghhhh…” she could hardly handle it. Her loins were sopping, back straining, as her belly rose like dough and her backside bloated out behind her.

When the hem of her shirt drew up so high as to pluck over her distended pink belly-nipple, gasps rang out throughout the crowd. “Mggh…” Viv groaned, as her fat nipple released a squirt of milk which splattered onto the stage.

She quickly covered the nub with her hand, but the damage was already done. She struggled to breathe as more milk trickled to the ground, as her skirt rode up her ass, and her body quivered.

It was mortifying. Her efforts to pull the tube top down over her belly-nipple caused risk of exposing her chest. She couldn’t believe how huge she had gotten. She looked due with triplets by then.

“I—I’m so sorry,” she stammered, turning to waddle away, not without revealing her massively bulging ass. She tugged feebly at both her top and her skirt as she made her way to her fitting room. There, she eased herself down, and put her face in her hands.

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