Isane Kotetsu's Insane Twerkout (Patreon)

Com for @BioYugiWriter, who also wrote the story below!

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Isane was taking a stroll through the science barracks when she heard a song playing. Intrigued, she continued to search for the song, as the beat got louder and louder until she finally found where it was coming from. A large, golden set of pants where the rhythm was pounding out of it. She couldn't help herself. It was so gaudy and improper, but she put them on anyway, shucking off her robes in the process. As soon as he fastened the pants around her waist, Isane was transfixed. The sounds only grew louder, and on each cheek, a pulsating, massive speaker boomed with extra life.

"Oh, ooh, oh!" She couldn't stop the moans that escaped her mouth as her buttocks began to bounce up and down. It was so illicit, and she couldn't help herself. Her legs did anything but what she wanted them to do. So her cheeks wobbled to and fro to the bass-heavy song. And as they bounced, they grew, wider, rounder, bigger, softer. No matter how big they expanded, the pants didn't tear the slightest. Her fingers could no longer find any buckle, zipper, or button to remove them. They were basically fused to her legs.

"Oooh, hhnnngh... my... my fat ass​," she moaned, a grin briefly coming to her face as she smacked her rear. "No, no, what am I doing!" she cried out, shaking her head. But as her rear exploded into new, unfathomable sizes, the grin returned. Each cheek swelled up to massive sizes, ones so big she wouldn't be able to walk through the door again. Thighs thick enough to clog a sofa seat by themselves. As she continued to dance her outfit transformed further. Sensible sandals turned into ridiculous golden 'fuck-me' heels. Isane was horribly sensitive about her height, but as the heels pushed up to nearly another half-foot in length, she snickered in delight instead.

She should have been appalled at the way that her breasts began to inflate as well. Or the way her top was replaced with a skimpy tube-top that clung to her growing rack. Or the way her arms and neck became littered with trashy-looking jewelry that jingled as she twerked. But she didn't. She couldn't. The more her booty bounced, and gave her a rack that was bigger than some people she knew, Isane's heart welled with joy. It was... freeing, in a way. A sheer relief!

"Ahahaha, oh, oh, yes, yesssss..." she droned, as her eyes flashed yellow and the boombox pants made her bottom expand even further. She placed her hands behind her head and continued to dance. The pants no longer needed to control her movements. She did it willingly now, as the sounds grew louder and louder, like they needed to draw in an audience for the enormous-assed Isane to dance for. Men, women, it didn't matter, she needed people​ to watch her shake her groove thing, looking like a dancer slut. Her body had become erotic beyond words, with her enormous, pale ass, her huge soft boobs that jiggled in a too-tight top, and a beautiful, seductive face that bit on a plump lower lip as she turned herself on with her own dancing. At this rate, Isane wasn't sure if she ever wanted to stop dancing. Twerking was her life now!