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

Still still still working out how these new chapters will work. In the meantime, these 1,800+ new words are for Sylvia's next employee seeking to improve her look for the club...although she stumbles into it a little more than most.

I am getting close to the end of the transformation parade. I have one more new idea I want to do, and then we will pivot back to 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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A few minutes later Sylvia finally had her first stripper arrive in her office since her enhancement process had properly started. She wore a white t-shirt that was tently nicely by a pair of DDD breasts which Sylvia assumed had been bought. Little nipples tented the cotton. She walked in with sandals on her feet, and in her hand was a pair of denim shorts. On her actual hips was only a black thong.

“Hi!” Sylvia exclaimed, waving the woman further into the office, “Thanks for coming up…?”

“Kimmy,” the woman replied. She stepped further up to Sylvia and stopped. She eyed the chair for a moment, but continued to stand. Sylvia could see her clenching her ass now and then. Looking at the unworn shorts in Kimmy’s hand Sylvia decided to pursue a suspicion.

“Would you like to sit down, Kimmy?”

“Nnnnno…” Kimmy replied, drawing out the word as if she didn’t want to commit to the answer.

“I see you’re not wearing you shorts. I don’t mind, I’m just curious as to why?”

“Uh, well,” Kimmy did not appeared embarrassed to be in front of her boss so undressed, but it did appear that she didn’t quite know how to explain why. “I was changing, and all of a sudden I felt someone give my ass a little spank, and although I heard a giggle when I turned around no one was there.”

Sylvia could guess who that was.

“And then, when I put my shorts on, the denim rubbed my butt and a nearly came! I just...I just had to take them off or else I didn’t think I’d make it up here without having to touch myself first.”

“I see…” Sylvia purred. She took some long, slow steps across the room, lust intent very clear in her eyes. Slowly Sylvia stretched out a hand and began to lower it towards Kimmy’s ass.

“May I?”

“Mmm hmmm…” Kimmy bit her lip and closed her eyes in anticipation.

Emboldened Sylvia placed her hands on each of Kimmy’s hips and slowly drew the pair of women closer. Their breasts pushed together. Kimmy’s shorts slipped from her grip and she brought her hands up and explored the surface of Sylvia’s bust. Sylvia slowly pushed her fingers further and further behind Kimmy, and it wasn’t long before Sylvia reached the curve of her dancer’s ass. It was clear that this was where ThunderGurl had spanked Kimmy, as the stripper groaned as Sylvia gripped the spongiest part of Kimmy’s butt. Sylvia giggled at the reaction she was getting. Kimmy’s feet pranced quickly up and down in place as she teetered on the edge of orgasm just from her rear being palmed.

“I guess it's a good thing you don’t have a tail or something back here!” Sylvia teased.

“Oh fuck, I wish I had parts of a mare down there! That’d be hot…” Kimmy groaned. Sylvia couldn’t help but laugh, and Kimmy’s eyes shot open. She took a step back out of Sylvia’s grip, her face blushed red. “Shit, I can’t believe I just admitted that outloud!”

Sylvia was surprised, but eager to see what it would bring about. 

Kimy felt her groin and ass shifting, and looked down at herself. Neither woman could see anything through Kimmy’s panties, but she sure could feel it. Kimmy’s pussy was growing larger, both stretching longer and her labia was bloating to the sides. Between her butt cheeks her asshole was puckering and pushing outwards slightly. It was all a sensation that Kimmy selfishly wanted to keep to herself for now, after years of wondering what a centauress must feel between the legs.

All Sylvia could see was the fabric of Kimmy’s thong shifting over her growing mare slit, until the upper ends of the labia and clit were peaking beyond the band, and her engorged lower lips were extending beyond the sides of the strip of fabric.

Kimmy had also felt a pressure and then an itch just over the center of her ass. In short order she felt the long course hairs of a horse’s tail growing out of her, slowly lowering down in front of her butt crack. They were only just tickling her sensitive skin at first, but as the tail’s length began to pass the curve where ass met thighs Kimmy could feel a few new muscles developing. Soon after that her tail made its first involuntary twitch, scattering the course hairs over her sensitive ass. As Kimmy shuddered Sylvia caught sight of the black strands flipping back and forth behind the woman.

“Are you okay?” Sylvia asked, taking a step forward towards Kimmy again. The young woman gave her a dreamy smile and look.

“I’m fanta-” Kimmy’s response was interrupted as her tail twitched again, and this particular caress of her ass was just too much. The orgasm crashed over Kimmy, and she stumbled forward, grabbing Sylvia’s breasts for support. “-aaAAAHHHHhhh...stic.”

Sylvia just stood where she was with Kimmy limp against her, taking deep breaths. Her head was cradled between Sylvia’s tits.

“Fuuuuck…” Kimmy sighed, “With this I wish now I had some good pony play gear I’d never have to take off.”

Sylvia didn’t know much about pony play, but it wasn’t hard to imagine. She felt Kimmy lean into her a little hard as the young woman rose four inches up from the floor. Black horse hoof boots were forming around Kimmy’s feet, silver hooves rising under under her toes before they were swallowed over by shiny black latex. The latex flowed tightly up Kimmy’s foot just a few inches past her ankle, and then it stiffened. Kimmy’s feet were encased and held upwards, as if she was wearing a five inch heel atop the four inch metal hooves the balls of her feet rested on.

Something poked into Sylvia’s breast, and she looked down to see it was a horse ear just as black and shiny as the hooved boots. Kimmy pushed herself upright out of Sylvia’s cleavage, and the boss could see an entire latex bridle was forming over Kimmy’s face. Straps criss-crossed the dancer’s head, and a metal bit formed across her mouth. The leather behind Kimmy’s head guided her hair out along the back in a line making it look like she had a mane.

Kimmy’s fingers explored the gear that had encased her feet and face for a moment before the shiny black material appeared around her wrist and flowed upwards over her hands. The latex billowed out like a balloon, catching all of Kimmy’s fingers and then forming into the shape of shoed hooves over them. Kimmy’s hands were now all but useless for anything other than supporting her weight if she got down on all fours.

And it was very clear that the horsey woman was thrilled by all of this. Sylvia took a few steps to look around at Kimmy’s changed and encased body, and noted that none of the latex trappings she’d wished on herself had zippers or clasps. Instead the shiny black just faded into her skin - every item was now a permanent part of the stripper.

Another tail flip sent another tremor of pleasure through Kimmy, and this sent her falling over to the floor. She landed on her hands, her artificially enhance tits pointed face down at the floor. Kimmy was on all fours, and her tail - which had been intermittently hanging at least a little bit off her ass when upright - was now completely rested atop her thong-covered ass. Even the black material was showing how wet and juicy this was making Kimmy’s thick mare pussy.

“God, I wish I was a good pony girl with someone like Kendall Jenner as my jockey!”

Sylvia was a little taken aback by this exclamation, and as she felt her magic tits grant the wish Kimmy cried out from a massive orgasm. Pussy juices began to pour out of her, gushing around the heavy sopping fabric of the thong. A large pool was forming under the horsey girl, and Sylvia watched in surprise as the pool of woman cum began to shift and move.

Kimmy’s juices rolled out from under her, save for some that was still dripping from her in long strings. The puddle began to rise up in two places, its surface growing darker. Sylvia saw that two latex riding boots were being formed, and above those the pants of a jockey - but looking as if made of white latex. The legs were long and slim, and came together to form an equally slim waist only twenty-four inches around.

The formation of the womanly shape continued upwards, showing a sexy stomach and navel before a black blouse formed above that. The top, also of latex, hugged the curves of the female form tightly, and put on display the cleavage of pert 32B breasts. A white latex ruffle formed around the slim neck, and the latex blouse continued down to the wrists of tanned slim hands. In the grip of the right hand a crop formed.

The face formed, and it was undoubtedly the visage of Kimmy’s requested social media darling. A mane of brunette hair cascaded down just past the doppelganger’s shoulders, and a jockey cap formed.

The eyes of the Kendall copy opened, and she instantly looked down at Kimmy. Her free stretched and grabbed reins that formed on the bridle as she had reached for it. As she did this the last strings of clear juices still strung to the boots from Kimmy’s pussy fell away.

Sylvia realized that she had not created a completely independent being. No, the figure standing hugged in what looked like latex was just as much a part of Kimmy as was her foot, and would always need to be connected to her in some way. And just like a foot, the Kendall clone was not independent thought - it could only act as Kimmy actually desired it to.

“Oh yes, I can’t believe-”

Kimmy’s declaration was interrupted as her jockey brought the crop down on Kimmy’s ass. The pony girl jumped and groaned.

“Good ponies do not talk!” The copy even sounded like the social media star, Sylvia noted. “What do good ponies do?”

Kimmy was red with pleasure, and whinnied, shuddering as she did so.

“Good horse,” Kendall replied, and she hooked the crop through the rear thong of Kimmy’s underwear, “But you also do not wear human clothes!”

A swift swipe of the crop ripped the thong, and the soaked fabric fell heavily to the floor. Kimmy whinnied again in pleasure.

“Now you look ready to show, but we must be certain your training has not been forgotten. Come!”

Kendall tugged on the reigns, and Kimmy let out a blissful neigh as she was turned towards the door. As she went Sylvia got a look at Kimmy’s altered pussy and asshole. Both were incredibly puffy, the skin looking darker and slightly tougher. Kimmy loved the sensation of the oversized orifices crammed into the small space between her legs. She loved being led by this beautiful commanding “woman.” She loved feeling her feet, hands, and face held tight. She loved the feeling of her stiff tits hanging beneath her.

“Please send someone else up on your way to...training,” Sylvia called out.

“If there is time,” Kendall replied, leading Kimmy out the door.