TG STORY COMM - AVATAR: Why Don't You Bend Right? 3/3 (Patreon)

The room suddenly hushed, lights dimming as another spotlight landed on them, Mako's heart beating from panic, exhilaration, arousal, confusion. Why was everyone looking at her? It couldn't be time yet could it?

"Mako, while I'd like to believe they're all wanting to see me, I'm pretty sure these lights are for your performance. You ought to get going."

"Wait!" She tried to have him guide her, but she was left alone all eyes on her which made her feel... good. She took one step, stumbling a bit as her heels were extending, feet feeling smushed in their heels. Her awkward positioning ended up shooting her hips to the right, a wave of bliss following the action as the next step clacked, the soles of her shoes fully hardened, her hip swaying wide to the left as she moaned again, feeling their eyes on her shapely ass as she strutted, feeling embarrassed, powerful, sexy.

Her steps were growing more surefooted, hips wavier as memory muscle settled into her thighs. They were powerful things, strong enough to crush a man's head, or at least a cock, her own erect appendage gone unnoticed by the crowd as each step ensured her shaft would be fully rubbed at every part of her gait, crushing down as they passed, sending uncontrollable squeals as she jerked herself off by walking. It certainly helped her aura, every action oozing with sex appeal, her hips a controlled pendulum, her ass swaying out to give a glimpse of her panties, her side slits always threatening to reveal too much, only to reveal nothing at all. It felt so good to clack down without a care, her socks sliding up from her feminized feet, arching to fit the raised heel.

Climbing the three steps to the stage was equivalent to sex for her, the added vertical movement bringing her close to the edge, though the arousal was held at bay the sudden realization of what she had to do. She had to sing in front of all these people! All of these rich... beautiful people... here for her. The mic caught the moan that left her then a searing pleasure stabbing into her groin as her left testicle clenched. The dryness in her throat burnt away with it, a high, sonorous note of pleasure ringing out, a bit scratchy. How could she sing like that?! It was so amateurish, an awful first impression that surely no one would-

"Give em hell sis! You can do it! Ma! Ko! Ma! Ko!" Jolin screamed her support from the crowd, a ripple of cheer and positive enforcement washing over her, the crowd's energy ecstatic for her as she felt pressure building in her remaining testicle, cum flowing from her tip and down her thighs.

This time she accented her inverting testicle with a confident side step, moaning in a rising scale, her voice clear of imperfections and ringing out with astounding clarity, her orgasmic cry turning into a run of notes as a few more splatters fell down, adding mass to her short stockings, rising past her calves. The pleasure was sending sparks out all around, her bending losing control as the constant barrage of half formed flames turned to smoke, adding to the anticipation of the crowd as her atmosphere turned wispy and secretive, perfect for her image. Mako was so confused, the crowd roaring at approval at her accidental performance, their cheers egging her on. It was her first time... with an audience at least, her nervous blush remaining but now she was making a face she had practiced in the mirror countless times, pouting her lips, half closing her eyes as she sent the audience her best 'fuck me' face, her cock throbbing in approval as her cum ran out, her stockings finishing as knee highs. Her heart and cock felt like they were going to burst, her body trembling with desire, a desire that was being met as the waves of preperformance cheer washed over her.

It was another belted note, this one trembling into a vibrato as it ran up and down, the complicated runs lasting a solid minute as her cries of ecstasy matched the intense pleasure as her cock pushed in, clear fluids pouring from her vagina and quickly vanishing as she came again and again, lost in musical ecstasy as she could tell the horny had all eyes on her, all of them filled with desire, lust, love. Her last thought was how silly she had been earlier to hang up on her sister due to nerves, but the sensation was too good as a wet pop from her snatch signaled the rest of the backing band to play, a quartet getting their own lights shine as they started the first standard, "Even If I Get Reborn, I Won't Forget You." From the rising smoke around her, waves of flame burst and rolled, accenting her belted notes, building for the climax, roiling like a living snake that she played at with ease as memories of incorporating firebending into her performance came out. They both used deep breathing techniques and it did make her shows that much more invigorating. It turned out she was a natural, and the press ate it up when Jolin came up too to start promoting their new mover. They were gonna be stars.

All Wellesaki did was grin from the back, cleaning up the hearty mess his newest girl made as the joy of her changes had left her cumming a bit more than expected, but the energy he was getting from just this one performance was already spectacular. He had everything he needed at this point. Two sexy stars that'd tempt mean and women from all ages to come and see them, a financial backer with tons of money to burn and a vested interest to do so and the energy of millions from his first foray into movers. Really it was so successful beyond his wildest dreams that he almost had too much to manage now, enjoying the fruits of his labor, but his labor was getting ridiculous. Perhaps a partner in this business was needed. But where would he find one...

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