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

 Still still working out how these new chapters will work. In the meantime, these 1,900+ new words are for Sylvia's next employee seeking to improve her look for the club! 

I am getting close to the end of the transformation parade. We may see one or two more depending on who is left to explore from the original version of the story, but we will then begin to wrap up the story properly!

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Sylvia found it odd that yet again an employee who wasn’t a dancer at her strip club arrived at the office door. The plain looking Marie, who walked into the office in old tattered sneakers and navy blue polyester coverall, certainly looked the part of janitor. She was not as forthcoming as the other had been, her long brunette bangs cascading down across her face over one eye. Marie certainly acted as though she was hiding behind her hair.

“Hello...Marie, is it?” Sylvia asked, bending over slightly. She felt like she had to try and peer around the dark locks covering the janitor’s face. Marie did not back away as Sylvia did so, instead blushing and smiling.

“Yes, I’m Marie…” as she spoke Marie’s body shuddered slightly as she formed the words with her lips. Her cheeks flushed red again. Sylvia narrowed her eyes with suspicion.

“Did you happen to encounter ThunderGurl?” Sylvia asked.

Marie nodded.

“I heard her ask ifffff...she could kisssssss...me, I clossssed my eyes and sinccccce then mmmmmy lipsssss have ffffffelt...yummmmy…”

Sylvia let out a little laugh. Every time Marie stretched her lips her body twitched, undoubtedly warming up the pussy trapped within the dower blue outfit. The pink cloud of pleasure had made it so her janitor got turned on just from talking!

“Did Rhea explain why I want to see everyone?”

“Mmmhmmm…” Marie responded, clearly overwhelmed by her explanation and keeping her mouth closed.

Sylvia stepped forward, raising her hands to indicate that Marie was welcome to touch her technicolor tits. The janitor lifted her own arms and then paused a moment, as if she hadn’t yet made up her mind. Then, with gusto, she gripped each of Sylvia’s breasts. She spoke quickly and succinctly, trying not to let the new sensitivity of her lips give her a moment to pause and reconsider.

“If I’m to clean the club I wish I’d do so as an authentic French Maid free of inhibitions!” Midway through her wish Maria had closed her eyes tightly to push back against the eritic feelings coming from her lips. With her statement finished she jumped backwards, as if Sylvia was going to judge Marie for what she had wished.

Marie’s outfit had already begun to change before she’d completed her full step away. She opened her eyes as she felt the thick polyester sleeves dragging along her arms, baring pale skin. Around her legs the material was actually shrinking tightly around the curves of her calves and thighs. Sylvia watched as the polyester became more sheer, and Maria closed her eyes and hummed as the delightful tightness of paisley-patterned pantyhose cinched around her lower body. A garter formed just above her left knee.

The janitor felt her heels get pushed up as her boots changed. The dull brown surface deepened and buffed to a shiny black, thinning and tightening around her raised feet. A thin five inch heel stretched down to the floor, and Maria needed a moment to find her balance atop the slim things.

Not all of the material around Marie’s legs had vacuum-wrapped to her legs as hosiery. A small amount ruffled outwards around her as a black miniskirt, which hung just short of where her ass met her thighs. A small white apron with a black bow on it unfurled over her crotch. Above that the polyester drew tight as a black leather corset, reaching up just to the undersides of Marie’s breasts.

Soft, sheer white material flowed over the janitor’s bust, and Sylvia saw that Marie had been hiding some modest breasts the size of plums under her cleaning outfit. Little nipples gently poked at the braless top. More white material formed around the straps wrapping over Marie’s shoulders. Two bracers with white frilling wrapped around her wrist, and a lacy headpiece settled into hair that was curling itself into a fancy updo.

Sylvia observed that the transformation of Marie’s outfit appeared to be complete. It was a complete overhaul. Sylvia wandered what additional changes there could have been that she couldn’t see. Could Marie, as an “authentic French Maid” dress in any other way?

Marie opened her eyes and looked down at herself. Her hands - which were now perfectly manicured - explored her outfit, sliding over the pantyhose and pushing against the stiffness of the corset. A big grin stretched across her face as she looked up at Sylvia. 

“Madame! Ces vêtements sont tellement sexuels! Et je me sens si bien en eux!”

Both women went wide-eyed as they realized Marie had spoken in French. Even Marie had not expected it, the words coming out as French regardless of her intent. And she was no longer pausing from embarrassment at how it felt to speak. It would have been improper to do so. Instead Marie just let her loins flair with desire, her hips rotating slowly from the building arousal.

“Est-ce que je viens de parler français? Mmmm! Je ne connais même pas le français!”

Marie returned her attention to her outfit. She was clearly fascinated by it. It didn’t hurt any that with every sentence she was turning herself on more and more. She could feel a tiny thong wrapped over her loins and within her pantyhose, all of which was getting more and more soaked.

“Normalement, je serais tellement gêné d'être vu comme ça. Mais en ce moment je me sens ... puissant. Et excité!”

Now Marie’s hands went to her tits, which barely pushed against the material that had formed around them. She had certainly lost some inhibitions; Marie would have never groped herself like this in front of anyone before! In fact, as Marie ran her fingers over her bare upper chest and pouted as she stared down at a cleavage made only of fabric, she realized how much she wanted more skin to show off.

“Si je veux être une vraie femme de chambre française, je dois faire quelque chose à propos de ces petits seins! Ils sont trop petits pour cette tenue!”

Marie looked up and over to Sylvia’s chest, and the newly minted French Maid clacked over in her heels. She gripped Sylvia’s tits, and she gasped as Marie jealously hefted them. Her hands felt so wonderful on Sylvia’s chest, and the boss wanted to kiss those sensitive lips. She could smell the arousal wafting up from Marie’s short skirt.

“Tes seins sont fantastiques! J'aurais aimé que mes seins fassent deux fois ceci, de sorte que j'avais une paire que l'on pouvait voir de derrière!”

Sylvia didn’t speak French, but she could feel that Marie had spoken a wish! And this time she really had no idea how it would be granted.

As she finished speaking her wish Marie looked down expectantly to her chest and was swiftly rewarded with a gurgle of growth. The freshly minted French Maid stepped back and put her hands to her own chest as she watched her boobs slowly grow outwards. It was like watching a water balloon fill with pudding, the engorging gazungas push into the sheer white fabric, filling and stretching it. Marie’s nipples stood at attention and drilled stiffly into the light material.

While this was going on there was another change happening behind Marie. Just below her shoulder blades two nubs were forming. What at first looked like pimples darkened to birthmarks, and then began to grow out further and form a dark circle around themselves. Had anyone been standing behind Marie that would have seen that she had a new set of nipples quickly being pushed outwards by the fresh fat of a second set of tits.

She had, after all, wished for, “...une paire que l'on pouvait voir de derrière!”

But despite the dull sensation of extra weight pulling at Marie’s back, she and Sylvia were completely wrapped up in what was happening to Marie’s frontward bosom. They had grown past the size of baseballs, surpassed softballs, and were stretching the white material to its limit. Finally, as the upper hem was digging a deep line into Marie’s bust she pulled it down, freeing her tits and letting them bounced down over the upper portion of her corset.

Marie moaned and smiled, her hands overwhelmed by the pale fat-infused skin bulging between her fingers as she massaged her expanding titties. They flowed over her corset, larger than grapefruits and still going. Marie shifted how she was standing in her new heels, still completely oblivious that the reason she wasn’t doubling forward from the increasing weight over her ribs was because she had two weights nearly just as large inching down her back.

Sylvia had not yet grown tired of watching her employee’s boobs grow. Each person had a different look of thrill and pleasure to them. Marie’s tongue had slipped out of her mouth, no doubt massaging her sensitive lips as it lolled about adding to the look of bliss washed over the French Maid’s visage. Her hands were totally overwhelmed now by her breasts, each the size of a volleyball and finally showing signs of slowing its growth. Fighting for space on Marie’s upper body the outer curve of each boob extended beyond the  silhouette of Marie’s ribs.

Which meant that so did the far horizons of her back breasts, which Sylvia finally noticed.

“Holy shit!” the boss exclaimed, gently touching Marie’s arm and guiding her to turn. Marie was barely listening as she massaged her extended titties, rotating only because she was being guided. She was so horny, her pussy so torched with desire, that she could no longer think.

Sylvia, on the other hand, was thinking quite a lot by the vision she saw.

“You grew tits on your back!”

No longer able to control her own carnal instincts Sylvia reached out and palmed the titanic tits hanging down Marie’s spine. As she touched them the maid jumped, as that last little contact upon breasts she shouldn’t have had pushed Marie over the cusp. Her body shuddered, her legs went weak, and she fell backwards against Sylvia. Marie’s back boobs smashed into Sylvia’s pink pair as Marie moaned out her powerful orgasm. Sylvia slipped her arms under Marie’s to try and keep her upright, the cleaning woman’s forward tits bouncing and jiggling as Marie shuddered in bliss.

After a moment Marie began taking deep breaths as she fell into the afterglow. She regained control of her legs and, with Sylvia’s help, stood up. She let out a deep sigh and turned back around towards Sylvia, speaking without thinking.

“J'aurais toujours aimé avoir un orgasme pareil quand on touche ces seins!”

Again, Sylvia felt the magic of her breasts granting another wish, but had no idea of what she’d granted. In fact, Marie herself wouldn’t know what she’d done with her third wish for a little while. It would only be when she got back downstairs and brushed the curve of her breasts accidentally across a closing door that Marie would find she’d just made her rear breasts a hair trigger - anything that contacted them would set off Marie into a massive orgasm that wouldn’t stop until her breasts were once again untouched.

But for now, all Sylvia and Marie knew was that all three wishes had been granted, and Marie felt the gentle guidance to send someone else up.

“Au revoir madame. Je vais envoyer un autre des filles!”

And with that Marie curtseyed like any good French Maid would, all four breasts rocking and wobbling as she did so down from her ribs and over her back, and she left the office. Once more Sylvia found herself staring at a bountiful bouncing bust facing her as one of the club’s employees walked out.

to be continued...