The Bust - Chapter 8ish, Part C (Patreon)

Still still working out how these new chapters will work. In the meantime, these 2,200+ new words are for Sylvia's next employee looking to improve her skills for the club! Plus, we also see a little of what happens when someone encounters ThunderGurl and her new abilities.

Speaking of ThunderGurl, I didn't feel like I properly explored how her changes felt to her last time, so I've included a little of the last update here again with some extra description of her experience.

Please enjoy,

~dS

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ThunderGurl felt a ripple through her body. It felt like every inch of her had not only become as sensitive as her clit, but all of those inches were also being caressed and linked by the most sensual of lovers. ThunderGurl took a few steps backward, her eyes closed and her face unable to keep up with the extreme eroticism acting upon her. She couldn’t even get out a gasp as the feeling of a hundred orgasms overwhelmed her flesh.

And then, with a little Pfff! sound, ThunderGurl’s body blinked into non-existence. Her top and jacket and piercings all fell to the floor in a pile atop her skirt and boots. For a moment Sylvia thought that the DJ was entirely gone, but as she stared at the spot where ThunderGurl had been standing Sylvia began to notice a slight glimmery purple haze. It was roughly in the shape a womanly hourglass, a curled tail floating down from the “hips.”

And then Sylvia felt the sensation of phantom lips sucking on one of her nipples.

What happened to me? I feel so...good. Like I’m in an endless orgasm! / “What came over me? I feel so...yummy. I can’t stop cumming!”

ThunderGurl’s sexy voice emanated from the purple haze. The color shifted and two gossamer tendrils rose from the hourglass shape. ThunderGurl had instinctively raised up her arms to look at herself, pulling out from her fluttering orgasm pieces of herself. She hadn’t yet realized she didn’t even have legs at the moment, that she was hovering in place. She could see the extensions of her orgasmic state rotating in the air, and with her curiosity sated she let them merge once more with her primary body.

For another moment ThunderGurl remained still, her mind still grappling with the constant orgasmic crash falling over it.

Meanwhile Sylvia got the impression it - she, what ThunderGurl had become - was trying to examine what had become of her own arms, but it was very difficult to see where the purple shimmer faded into normal air.

After a moment ThunderGurl tried to take a step, but found that she couldn’t summon forth a leg like she had an arm. The genie-like tail that had been her legs just wiggled, somehow intensifying the orgasmic state she was in. Desiring to move closer to Sylvia, ThunderGirl instead willed her floating form forward, and she hovered over her collapsed pile of clothes.

Sylvia stayed where she was as the barely visible ThunderGurl pushed out another hazy arm and brushed Sylvia’s side along her ribs.

“Ohhh...oh fuck!” Sylvia’s thighs were instantly squeezed together as her pussy burst with juices. She’d cum, but not between her legs. Instead, Sylvia felt like the usually unremarkable patch of skin on her right side just at the bottom of her rib cage had experienced its own intense orgasm.

Startled by Sylvia’s reaction ThunderGurl floated backwards. With the connection gone Sylvia pulled herself together. She took some deep breaths and looked up at ThunderGurl.

“You’re like...a living orgasm…”

I can’t wait to tell the others! I’ll send someone else up! / “I must share this with the other ladies! I’ll be sure to send someone your way after I’ve had my way!”

With that Sylvia watched as the purple glimmer moved across the room. ThunderGurl attempted to grab the doorknob but her hazy limb just phased right through it. The sensation sent a thrilling shiver through her incorporeal form. Eager to feel that through her entire body ThunderGurl phased through the door, her pink gossamer electrified by the experience as it moved inch by inch through the solid mass. From within the office Sylvia could hear ThunderGurl’s ecstatic exclamation from the pleasure.

Sylvia took another deep breath. Her side still tingled, and she put her hand to it. Her body quivered - the little bit of skin was still extremely sensitive, and Sylvia wondered whether or not that was permanent.

If it was, then she was going to soon have a club full of very sexually sensitive women.

There was a longer break between ThunderGurl left and the next employee arrived to Sylvia’s office. And once again it was still not a dancer who had been sent up.

Sylvia had been running her finger up and down the length of Jane’s golden body when the bartender, named Rhea, arrived. Sylvia could not help but lick her lips at the sight of Rhea, She was beautiful, with auburn hair that fell in lovely waves around the right side of her face and curled atop full breasts the size of oranges. These lightly tanned braless tits were pushed together by a black tank top with a plunging neckline that nearly reached her navel, with fuzzy trim dangling along the deep vee. The front of the top tucked into denim micro shorts that tightly hugged her toned thighs, and cut outs on the left and right side of the tank teased her toned abs. A perky ass peaked out the bottom of the denim hems. Pink lips and fingernails finished the look.

Something that didn’t quite fit Rhea’s look were the shoes she was wearing. Sylvia expected that Rhea would have been wearing slight heels or sexy sneaker pumps, given how much time she spent standing behind the bar. But instead the bartender was stepping into the office with worn-looking pink fuzzy slippers on her petite feet.

Sylvia also now noticed one more thing. Each step Rhea took was accompanied by a little mew from her, Rhea’s body twitching a little each time she placed down her foot. And her thighs were pressed together awfully tight…

“Are you going okay?” Sylvia asked. Rhea didn’t answer at first, clearly distracted by something. It was a moment before she saw Sylvia’s look of expectation.

“Oh, yes, sorry, I am...fiiiiiiiiine…” Rhea replied, her voice light and breathy.

“What’s...going on?” Sylvia pressed.

“Well, it’s the strangest thing…” the bartender replied. She stopped and stood still, twitching and fidgeting again for a moment. Sylvia thought maybe she could smell some aroused muskiness coming from her employee, “I’d just gone on break and was walking back to the green room to sit down and relax my feet. As I was going I felt the most wonderful caressing up my thighs, but when I turned around I didn’t see anyone…”

Sylvia figured Rhea had unknowingly encountered ThunderGurl in her new form.

“After I’d sat down and popped off my heels I heard ThunderGurl offer to give me a foot massage. I figured why not, and she told me to lean back, close my eyes, and relax. So I did. And then…” Rhea closed her eyes, puckered her lips, and shuddered as if the memory the was reliving was enough to turn her on, “...and then I felt the gentlest of fingers caressing my feet. And then a tongue...two tongues, actually! Going along the soles of my feet, poking through the toes, caressing just on the edge of tickling…”

Rhea again closed her eyes and moaned quietly.

“And then…?” Sylvia prodded, fearing she would lose the bartender in her recollection.

“And then it was like...my feet were orgasming! They curled up like a charlie horse, but it was...all the most intense pleasure! I don’t know if I’d felt that good in my pussy ever! I just laid back and basked in it until ThunderGurl finally said she needed to move on and that I should come up and see you.”

“And then the foot orgasms stopped?”

“Yeah...I opened my eyes and ThunderGurl was gone. And my feet felt really good. I picked up my shoes to come up and see you, but when I put them on I...well, I don’t know why but putting my feet in them felt like I was squeezing two clits!”

Sylvia took her hand and gently brushed her side where ThunderGurl had touched her. The skin was still very sensitive. It was clear to her that the incorporeal announcer had not only used her visual pleasuring on Rhea, but that she had gripped her feet in ThunderGurl’s sensitizing pink tendrils.

“I couldn’t stand in my shoes without practically cumming! And trying to walk in them, I...I just fell back onto the green room couch!” Rhea explained. Her words were atop of each, practically breathless - the entire recollection clearly excited her. “Thankfully I was ably to borrow these slippers from one of the dancers. Each step I take still feels especially...yummy, but it hasn’t been so much to make me cum from walking...yet.”

Sylvia noted that the last word, “yet,” had a tone of happy eagerness to it. The new club owner figured that having such sensitive feet would make Rhea’s bartending shift all the more pleasurable.

“Well, I’ve asked people to come up here with the goal of helping make Club Sway something we can all help make better and more successful. So, pretend my titties are magical and come rub them to make a wish.”

Rhea giggled at Sylvia’s statement, but was eager to play along. She minced over to her boss and gripped each of Sylvia’s neon tits, bouncing them gleefully as she thought.

“Well, we have four beers on tap, so I guess my first wish would be that I could somehow produce them for us and save on that as an expense!” Rhea’s thumbs twiddled Sylvia’s nipples as the bartender continued, unprompted, “And if I had a second wish I’d wish to somehow pull vodka and tequila out of my ass!” 

Rhea certainly did have a second wish coming, but Sylvia had intended to draw them out. Instead she was now thinking about what the bartender had wished for.

She did have a nice pair of tits that could provide a source for at least two beers. If Rhea had more…

The bartender now let out a moan as the magic began to act on her. She took a step back in the slippers, and Sylvia watched Rhea’s shirt get pushed forwards as two hard and growing nipples tented it. Rhea’s eyes were wide open as she looked down at the little cloaked parapets presenting themselves on the curve of her tits.

Rhea gasped as her boobs now gurgled, and pushed outwards nearly an inch. The lower hem of her shirt popped out from her jeans and hung four or so inches from Rhea’s belly. Eager to better understand what was happening to herself Rhea pulled the shirt over herself and tossed it aside.

Sylvia and Rhea both stared at the bartender’s visibly growing breasts. Sylvia wasn’t sure if their prior roundness had been natural or sculpted by cups in the tanktop, but bare upon Rhea’s chest her tits certainly rested roundly now. Another gurgle pushed them out another inch, and Rhea gently cupped them. The skin was soft, accentuating the jiggling of the forming fat.

That wasn’t all that was happening upon Rhea’s ribs. Sylvia could see two new bumps forming on Rhea’s torso under her filling breasts. Gradually these nubs shaped themselves into distinct nipples and areolas, the flesh beneath them beginning to push outward. Rhea’s slender hands were quickly being overwhelmed as her original breasts grew and swelled, boob flesh pushed around her fingers.

It appeared that Rhea’s new lower bust didn’t want to be second in size for long. It was filling out twice as quickly as the originals above, also becoming full and round. Rhea noticed the growing weight and sent her hands down to investigate. She gasped when she found the new tits.

“Do I have four…?”

“Yep.”

Rhea giggled, the idea of hefting four titties clearly pleasing her in some way. She leaned back and stretched her torso, all four boobs pushed out prominently. The upper ones had grown out to be the size of large melons, the lower pair about to catch up. Rhea relaxed, and found that her top tits rested on her bottom pair, the underboob of those framing her belly button. She swung her body left and right and laughed again as a quad of jiggling jumblies bounced into each other.

Now Rhea felt a new sensation in all four breasts. They were getting larger again, but now from a new growth of fat. It was like they were filling with something. Sylvia licked her lips as she watched Rhea’s breasts plump up further and further, now the skin beginning to draw taught and their bounciness become firmer. 

Rhea could feel a tingly bubbliness within each breast, and they began to feel very cool. They kept growing out inch by inch, bigger and bigger and dropping just slightly form the mass that was pushing against the soft fat. In short order Rhea’s four boobs were even larger than watermelons, her upper pair supported by the lower set that hung down to her hips.

Hands that were clearly far too small against the newly grown expanse slid across Rhea’s new tits and found her nipples. They had also grown, each about the length of a highlighter and slightly thicker. They were cool to the touch, and stood out like tuning forks ringing to the tone of a desire that had taken root in all four boobs; a need to be emptied.

Rhea gripped her upper right teat and moaned as a golden fluid poured out. Her other hand quickly tried to catch some of it and brought a little sip to her mouth.

“Mmm...that is a lager…” Rhea licked her lips, and turned her attention to her upper left breast. With a squeeze of her upper left teat a slightly more amber beer poured into Rhea’s waiting hand, and with a satisfied smack of her lips she declared it an I.P.A.

There was a little more difficulty when Rhea tried to reach her lower breasts. Sylvia stepped forward and cupped her hands into the stream coming from the bartenders southern teats, and Rhea declared the lower right the source of a stout, and the lower left putting forth a hard cider.

Sylvia herself wanted to bend down and enjoy one of the beers Rhea had to offer, when the multiplied woman let out another moan like when her breasts had first started growing. She shuffled back and forth in place, Rhea’s head turning as far as it could left and right as if she was trying to see behind her.

Finally accepting that she couldn’t get a view on what was happening, the bartender hooked her thumbs into her shorts and panties and pushed them down her legs. She blindly reached out a hand and ended up cupping Sylvia’s right tit as Rhea used it for support while she lifted each sensitive foot to toss aside her clothes.

Standing completely naked in Sylvia’s office, save for the fuzzy slippers, the club’s boss saw that Rhea liked to keep her very wet pussy completely shorn. Then the bartender turned around and presented her ass to Sylvia.

“What’s happening to my butt?” she asked.

Sylvia held back a laugh. By now she’d forgotten about Rhea’s second wish, and it was clear how the bartender was going to provide the vodka and tequila she’d wished to produce. Each ass cheek had swelled up and was hanging over her thighs like Rhea’s titties were - because each cheek had become another full breast, complete with nipples.

Unable to resist, Sylvia reached down and squeezed Rhea’s right butt nipple. The bartender cooed as a clear fluid shot out - vodka! Sylvia grabbed the other and the unmistakable smell of tequila wafted up from that spray.

“Vodka and tequila, just like you wished for,” Sylvia informed her employee.

“Oh...wow…” Rhea mused quietly. She shuffled around again to face Sylvia. Her face looked slightly vacant, and Sylvia wasn’t surprised. All of these new and expanded tits were probably adding a lot of weight pushing down on her sensitive feet, in addition to the sensation of six full titties being...milked? Tapped?

Rhea looked down at the expanse of her forward tits. Her hands again explored them, before sliding down her sides and cupping her bulging rear.

“Ha, well, something about the idea of customers helping themselves to shots from my rear feels...fun,” Rhea grinned, reveling in all the sensations her new body could provide her, “But I wish I had some extra arms to help serve the beer.”

Without knowing she had a third wish coming, thanks to cupping Sylvia’s breast for support earlier, Rhea had brought another change on herself. She and Sylvia watched Rhea’s arms start to split, starting at her hands. The divide worked its way down to her elbows, and then the shoulders. The second pair appeared to be growing out from the original’s armpits. Rhea looked at her four hands in amazement, and swiftly had all four exploring her lengths of new tits flesh.

“I think maybe you’ve had a long enough break?” Sylvia forced herself to ask. She wanted to personally taste test each of Rhea’s beers straight from the source, but she did have a business to run - and probably some thirsty customers by now. And all of this was for the betterment of the club, after all.

“Oh, yes, you’re right...boss,” Rhea pouted. For a moment it looked like the bartender had wanted to put her clothes back on, but none of that was feasible anymore. Rhea waved her hands at the shorts and panties discarded on the floor and turned to head back out the office door.

“Please send someone else up,” Sylvia called after as she watched Rhea’s ass tits shake and jiggle with each quivering step. Rhea raised four thumbs-up and sloshed her beer-filled bosoms out the door.

to be continued...