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

Okay, here's the next 2,300+ words talking about what happens when two dancers come in who are very close!

And this is the last of the "victory lap" - we end here with a return to an earlier character, and getting back on the plot rails to begin bringing all of this to a conclusion. Not that the next entry will be the last, just returning to something that resembles a story and not a laundry list of transformations!

Not that there's anything wrong with those...

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While she was waiting for the next visitor to her office Sylvia had gotten bored. She’d found some white glue and Jane’s phone, and had glued the phone to Jane’s pelvis. Jane’s mind was already reeling as she felt the sticky white goo dripping down between her thighs, slowly drying and tightening atop her golden surface.

Then Sylvia dialed the number for Jane’s phone, and the vibrations started. Although Sylvia couldn’t hear it, the full mass of Jane’s body was ringing. It was as if the entirety of Jane’s form was being fucked, like every inch of her was a pussy being licked. Her mind did not even have the concepts to silently scream out how she was feeling.

At this moment Sylvia was surprised and intrigued when two of her dancers entered her office. Each had on black pleated mini skirts, and torn belly-baring t-shirts that both read “I’M WITH SEXY” with arrows that pointed at each other. Beneath those shorts each had round and clearly fake DD cup tits. The one on the left had dark brown skin and curly black hair, while the one on the right had pale freckled skin and light red hair.

The pair were also holding their hands, but not firmly or still - their fingers and palms her moving and caressing each other and their expressions betrayed that these ministrations were very pleasurable. It didn’t take much for Sylvia to guess that ThunderGurl had likely been by.

“What can I do for you two…?” Sylvia asked, leaning forward to indicate she was fishing for names.

“I’m Monica,” the dark-haired woman giggled.

“And I’m Kayleigh,” the redhead said with a slight Irish accent.

“And we heard you might be able to...do something for us…” Monica added.

“Oh, what did you have in mind?” Sylvia asked, very intrigued.

“Well, ever since Monica and I met, we’ve been inseparable,” Kayleigh blushed, squeezing Monica’s hand and causing the pair to both shudder, “There’s just so much we love doing together. Reading. Playing video games. Watching movies…”

“Fucking,” Monica added, matter-of-factly, and the pair both laughed. Kayleigh blushed even deeper, the red tone on her light skin actually overtaking some of her freckles. “But Kayleigh’s visa expired a long time ago, and we were wondering if…”

“...you could make us truly inseparable?” Kayleigh concluded.

Sylvia smiled. It felt like a great use of her wishes. And two sexy women combined into one…

“Sure,” Sylvia smiled, thrusting out her bust, “All you have to do is rub and wish.”

Still holding their sensitive hands, both women stepped forward and each rubbed one of Sylvia’s breasts. She hummed delightfully as fingers caressed her neon skin and flicked over her hard nipples. Satisfied with how much they had rubbed, the pair stepped back and spoke at the same time.

“I wish we’d always be together.” / “I wish we would never be apart.”

Sylvia had never had simultaneous wishes asked and granted, and her body went atingle more intensely than before. And it appeared that hers was not the only one.

Monica and Kayleigh gasped as their wishes took hold of them. Their eyes went down to their held hands, and went wide as they saw the skin of their fingers beginning to fuse together. In short order their hands were merged into a mass unrecognizable as a hand, their deeply different skin tones all that denoted what flesh belonged to one woman or the other.

Raising their fusing flesh up it was clear that more and more of their joined arms were being pulled together. Their wrists were quickly pulled together, soon followed by their lower arms. This was pulled the pair closer and closer together, and as their elbows became one their shoulders touched. Much like the glue that held Jane’s phone to her mons, Monica and Kayleigh found that their shoulders were now stuck fast.

The women’s clothing began to fall from them as the magic undid stitches to allow their bodies to come together. Their silicon-filled breasts and cleanly shaved pussies were now bared to Sylvia, and neither Monica nor Kayleigh appeared to care. With the connection of their shoulders there fusion moved quickly. Their arms were completely lost as their bodies were pulled together. Their central shoulders smoothed away, creating a wide scoop of breast bone that both their necks settled into.

Further down the mingling bodies their hips joined, pulling the length of each inner leg together. Unlike their arms, Monica and Kayleigh’s merging legs did not vanish within themselves. Instead, the line of dark and pale skin continued straight down the center of their thighs and knees, down to their feet.

Just as the left and right legs were merging together as a central leg, Monica and Kayleigh’s feet did the same. Ten toes pushed together until there once once again only five, except now the smallest toe was in the center with a slightly larger toe between than and two big toes representing each woman’s skin tone.

As Monica and Kayleigh’s torsos pulled together more tightly, their left and right breasts touched. The pair had letting out quite a few lusty moans this entire time, but now as their boobs began to combine their erotic groaning intensified. The curve of their tits pushed more and more together until two orbs became one, their hard nipples pushed together. Apart it would have been difficult to tell their areolas were slightly different colors, but pushed together the difference ran right down the center.

Sylvia watched as the changes to Monica and Kayleigh appeared to have run their course. The two women were gasping and blushing, and their exposed pussies visibly glistening. Each side had one arm, and they had begun to run it over their shared body. Each could feel the sensations from the other side as if it was their own form, but each half-woman could sense that they only directly controlled the parts of this new body that had used to be theirs and their alone.

Monica and Kayleigh were cooing and humming with pleasure as they stood atop their three feet and acclimated to their new shared form. Part of their pleasure came from an unforeseen mix of wishes. When the hands that had been touched by ThunderGurl were absorbed into their bodies, the extra sensitivity spread through the entire portion of their flesh where their bodies merged. From their collar, around their middle breast, down their belly, and to their central toe, every movement that stretched a muscle or tightened a ligament sent a shudder of erotic bliss through them, as if they had one big clit gluing them together.

“Oh, this...this is wonderful…” Monica moaned.

“Aye, I just...it’s so good…” Kayleigh purred. She moved her hand from her own breast to the one they shared, and both groaned as the red head squeezed their nip. Monica put her hand across their wide torso and touched Kayleigh’s cheek to guide her into a very sloppy kiss.

The fused pair made out for a few moments, their body wavering as all three legs went lightly weak. Their hands were starting to creep towards the wet slits between their legs. Sylvia stared on, her own pussy warming from the show, she felt it important to prompt them into their next wishes.

“Ladies, I think you may each have two more wishes, but I can’t say I know how it works with two people brought together like you are.”

Monica and Kayleigh pulled their lips apart, strings of saliva stretching from them. They looked at each other, and then down at their body, and then back to Sylvia.

“This is...this is so much!” Monica gasped.

“What more could we want?” Kayleigh mused.

“I guess...if we’ve more wishes, we could give ourselves more natural breasts,” Monica responded, squeezing her large silicon-stuffed fun sack.

“Oh, yes!” Kayleigh exclaimed.

Sylvia didn’t want to wait for them to learn how to step closer to her, and instead went to the waiting hands of the pair. Monica and Kayleigh again each took a color boob and groped with vigor.

“I wish our breasts were naturally big and round and more sensitive!” / “I wish we were surrounded by boobs!”

As Monica and Kayleigh finished their wishes their heads snapped towards one another as they heard what the other had asked for.

“Oh, you meant…” each said, and then both laughed.

Sylvia stepped back again and once more felt the rush of two wishes being granted. The sensation was stronger this time, and she felt her muscles go a little weak.

Neither Monica nor Kayleigh appeared upset by the other’s misunderstanding. Immediately their three existing breasts drooped just a bit for a moment before rising up again like dough. Each woman’s hand grabbed the breast on their own side and squeezed. Gasps and gurgled erupted from the amplified sensitivity, causing their pussies to begin to drip. Their fingers sunk much deeper into their squishy flesh than they had previously from their artificial enhancement.

Next came what Sylvia had seen so often now. Little bumps began to appear on the pair’s skin, easily assumed to be moles to the untrained eye. But by now Sylvia knew to wait and watch as the circle of areola darkened and rose up around the nubby nips, soon followed by the lump of fresh fat growing out.

Sylvia hadn’t seen so many new breasts growing in at one time before, though. The virgin nipples had appeared to the left and right of Monica and Kayleigh’s existing tit trio, a line of them going under the pair’s arms and extending around their back - seven new breasts in total ringing the women.

But then underneath that row another loop of nipples, these offset from the one above so that a pair of breasts sat on either side of the central skintone line.

And then, other those, another seven matching the alignment of the top circle.

Eighteen new breasts were growing in all around Monica and Kayleigh’s body, and both women appears to be only enraptured in joy by what was happening. Kayleigh had wished for them to be surrounded, and that was indeed the case.

It was good that the duo had three legs to share the weight on, as three big boobs had not been light, let alone twenty-one. But they were evenly spread around their entire body, so no side of Monica or Kayleigh was tugged on any more-so than the other. Both women were lost in bliss, as being trapped within so many sensitive tits could only cause. Erotic booby flesh was rubbing on itself from so many sides, the central ring of seven boobs squeezed from both above and below by their fourteen sisters. All twenty-one nipples stuck out hard like a perverse porcupine.

“Oh fuck…” “Oh yessss…”

Sylvia stared at the jiggle boob raspberry Monica and Kayleigh had just become. The expression on their faces made it clear that there would be no moment from now on that wasn’t filled by the sensation of big sensitive titty brushing against big sensitive titty.

But she still wanted the duo to finish making their wishes.

“Ladies, you each have a wish left…” Sylvia spoke up, but the pair were overwhelmed by the new joys wobbling atop them. Rivulettes of their juices were dripping down their three legs. Sylvia moved to them again, fished their hands from the sea of cleavage, and placed their palms on her own breasts, “Please, make your wishes!”

“Mmm, I wish we could touch more of our titties!” / “I wish we had something for our pussies!”

Sylvia’s body shook as she felt the wishes being granted. This was the most intense so far and she stumbled backwards to her desk for support, leaning against Jane - who quietly moaned at the contact.

Monica and Kayleigh were still doing their own moaning. Their hands were so lost amongst their many titties that they did not at first realize that their fingers were forming deep trenches between each other. These splits continued down the women’s hands, and then following up their arms.

As their fingers formed their own set of ten limbs, the bones softened and became more akin to tentacles. Soon Monica and Kayleigh had ten limber limbs snaking out on their own myriad of directions, curling around round breasts and squeezing hard nips.

As this was happening growths were pushing out from above each woman’s ass cracks. Thick nobby tails were growing out inch by inch, and had soon grown to three feet each. Much of their length of smooth skin the same tone as each woman’s half of their body. The last six inches of each tail was most certainly not smooth - in fact, they were stiffer than the rest the length and ribbed with a bulge at the end. 

The new tail tips’ resemblance to dildos was no accident, and the moment each woman found they had control of their new appendage they quickly curled it around their legs and plunged it into their sopping sexes.

The groans and grunts coming from each mouth now became practically deafoning. Stumbling on their three legs Monica and Kayleigh collapsed to the floor, cumming like they never had before as half of their breasts squashed beneath them and the other half bopped around around them.

Sylvia was practically draped over Jane, gasping. The golden woman herself was overwhelmed by how much of her was being touched by Sylvia. The wish granter wanted to ask the pair to head back downstairs and send someone new up, but Sylvia could barely find the words.

And she doubted Monica or Kayleigh could really hear anything other than their own orgasmic cries right now.

As Sylvia lay prone atop Jane she caught sight of the office door opening. In through it stepped a woman who looked like a sexed-up Posie Amberwell

to be continued...