Encore IV (Patreon)

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

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The club manager banged on the door of her dressing room. “Viv, you have to come back out and finish your set.”

Viv raised her face from her hands. “You’ve got to be kidding, Tom. I’m a freakshow!”

“They’re going crazy. The crowd loves it.”

Viv was stunned. She carefully heaved herself to her feet, cradling the side of her belly to keep it steady. She went to the door and opened it just a crack to look Tom in the eye. “You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious. They want more,” said Tom eagerly.

Viv opened the door wider, and Tom’s gaze shifted down, locking on the mound of her belly as it bulged from the bottom of her top.

“I don’t know what kind of weird magic tricks you’re pulling…” Tom started.

“This isn’t a trick,” said Viv, feeling a little hysterical in the madness of the situation. “I wish it was, but—this is all real.” Viv patted the side of her belly-breast lightly, unintentionally causing it to release a fat squirt of milk that splashed against Tom’s torso.

Tom looked down at himself in astonishment, his mouth hanging open. He seemed briefly at a loss for words, until he managed, “The show must go on.”

So it must, Viv thought grimly. “About my bonus…” she lead.

“The double-bonus?” Tom caught on quickly. “Already taken care of.”

“I’ll be out in five,” said Viv, doing her best to seem cheerful.

“Make it two,” Tom responded. “And don’t bother changing. This is—this is perfect.” He motioned to her tight, wet clothes, most of her bobbing belly protruding free of her tube top, her tight skirt hugging against her, the bottoms of her butt-breasts beginning to protrude from the hem.

With one more lingering stare at her unusual form, Tom turned and walked off, lightly shaking his head and quietly chastising himself about his drug use.

Viv sighed and shook her own head. She truly didn’t want to go back out there. She briefly considered changing, but thought better of it. A dry outfit would probably be pointless with her leaking as she was.

Taking a deep breath, Viv slipped her feet into her shoes and gingerly walked out of her dressing room, heading to the stage while doing her best to keep her balance. Her round belly-breast bobbed, and her butt-breasts wobbled behind her, all of her nipples squirting and dripping. Even the two on her chest were starting to oddly sting.

She was astonished that when she meekly stepped out onto the stage, the crowd went absolutely wild. They stood to their feet, cheering and screaming. Viv went red in embarrassment as someone wolf whistled.

And yet it was encouraging.

Maybe her audience didn’t mind her oddities. Maybe her song really resonated with them. Doing her best to ignore the hot tightness of her three additional breasts, Viv took the mic in hand, gathered herself, and began the song again, starting from the beginning.

She closed her eyes, and imagined she was singing privately, getting lost in her being, where she was made aware of the prickles of sensation that littered her body. But she didn’t fight it this time. She gave herself over. She continued to sing, as she experienced the sensation of her original breasts—the ones on her chest, growing warm and hot like the others, nipples bulging out, as though being pushed forward by pressure.

Oddly, the skin beneath the breasts on her chest prickled and burned quite intenself, until she could feel something…changing. Pushing, developing, experiencing rapid growth on her proliferating body. Viv opened her eyes again as the song ended. She regained her whereabouts. She also took notice of what had happened on her chest.

She had two pairs of breasts on her chest, abusing the strained neckline of her shrinking tube top. Both pairs were round and fat, and perched upon the massive breast that had taken over her stomach. She now had seven breasts total, all seven nipples large and aching, and dripping milk. Viv stared down at herself in amazement, shifting, observing how bloated and heavy each individual mound was. This had to be happening for a reason. Her body was unusual and daunting, but it was also quite…bountiful and unique.

The crowd was silent, gawking at her, as though afraid to react. Viv sighed, and was just about to start a new song, when she took a sharp gasp of discomfort as the prickling sensations littering her body surged as though she was being electrified.

“Mmghhhh,” she shuddered, cupping her belly as it pushed out yet more, nipple squirting. The breasts on her backside seemed to shift down, as a new pair rapidly swelled into existence above them, making two wobbling pairs.

But things didn’t stop there. “W-what’s—h-happenning,” she stammered, as yet a third pair of breasts sprung forward on her ribcage, the crowd continuing to stare, mystified.

New breasts swelled on her shoulder blades, lower on her back, and even on her thighs. Secondary breasts began to develop against her massive belly-breast, others springing on her flanks. She was transforming—her body was becoming covered her breasts! “Oh god,” Viv breathed in horror, turning on her heel and waddling off as fast as she could.