Change Is Good (Patreon)

1,098 words of a little slice-of-life to make up for the missing SitC entry this month.

~dS

Change Is Good

Trixie loved how the hard metal of the pole felt as she pushed it between her butt cheeks. They were generous enough that the steel shaft sunk nearly three inches into her pillowy crack. She slowly dragged her ass down it, bending out her knees so the audience could get a good look at the leather thong that barely covered her lower lips.

Bent as she was to maximize the look of her ass Trixi could feel the weight of her three breasts tugging at her ribs. They swung and bounced into each other as she pulsed up and down. Two of them at their new melon size would have been cause for a fight for space on her chest, but three across pushed them to the point of also competing with Trixie’s arms. The trio of tassels hung so low from her stiff nipples that the outer pair tickled her thighs.

A smile stretched the extremely puffy lips of the exotic dancer as she rose back up, standing straight and strutting across the stage as the music neared its end. She ran her hands through her short pixie cut hair, her pale skin standing out against the deep purple that was now her “natural” color. The same color matched the one glistening on her fat lips and fingernails.

A similar purple glinted off the buffed latex that had replaced Trixie’s skin from just below her kneecaps all the way down to her toes. Her feet had become slim cloven hooves that kept her popped up off her heels. There was a mild demonic look to the permanent fuck-me “boots” her lower legs had become.

As the music closed and the club’s audience applauded, Trixie bowed and snatched up all the bills that had been tossed onto the stage. She did her best to hold back the one alteration the audience couldn’t see, which she usually held back only for Ladies Nights. With her tips collected and Trixie exiting the stage she finally let the tip of her hardening dick-tongue exit her mouth.

Backstage Trixie grabbed her silk robe from the hook and nodded to the women moving past to go out next. She pulled the robe on, tying it shut without being able to quite cover the nipple of her center boob. Trixie’s purple hooves clacked across the cold cement as she moved along the building’s labyrinthian hallways - not that she could feel the cool temperature. Her tongue-cock, stretched roughly four inches out of her mouth now, bounced between the pillow-lips. Drops of pre-cum splattered atop Trixie’s center breast.

The hallways opened up to a connected building with a few apartments many of the club’s dancers lived in. Trixie unlocked the door and let herself in. She immediately hung up the robe and began to peel off the tassel-pasties from her three nipples. Placing them aside Trixie could hear her girlfriend wrapping up her cam session in the apartment’s office.

At the sound of her lover Trixie’s mouth-shaft sprung out another few inches, and her pussy began to dribble. She pulled off the leather thong and stepped to the office, opening the door as Camina logged out of the session.

Stepping inside Trixie flushed with love as her girlfriend turned towards her in the desk chair. Four slim arms had been multitasking between playing with her body and operating the computer. They were complimented by two sets of boobs, each half the size of Trixie’s trio. Perched atop each of Camina’s tits was a pussy flushed into extra arousal as the lovers set eyes on each other. Camina’s jet black cat ears perked up through her platinum blonde hair.

She would have jumped from the chair and thrown herself into Trixie’s trio of tits if it wasn’t that Camina, from the waist down, was a high-end sex doll, soft flesh transitioning to spongy rubber in a V formation that tucked under her bellybutton.

Trixie was always more than pleased to hold Camina in a tight embrace, all six arms making it easy for the lovers to move about the apartment. The exotic dancer rushed to her cam girlfriend, passing the broken magic wand perched on a shelf.

It had been two months since the wand arrived in the mail from an unknown source. When Trixie and Camina had discovered it could change each other’s bodies they’d played with it for a week. They mostly transformed each other - their very first changes were making it so each of them became extremely horny whenever they heard or saw each other - but a few times they’d played a prank on a follow dancer, increasing sexual sensitivities or adding nipples onto asses.

Most of the time they would have amazing sex for the night with feet for hands or ribbed prehensile tails and undoing it the next morning.

It was the wand that let Camina give Trixie her three enormous breasts, permanent hooved boots, big lips, expanded ass, purple hair and detailing, and finally an oral addition that hit all the right spots between her legs.

It was the wand that let Trixie give Camina her larger breasts, double her boobs and arms, cat ears, platinum tresses, and sex-doll lower body.

But one fateful night they forgot to put the wand aside and snapped it in half in the bed.

They - and a couple pranked individuals - had been stuck as they were ever since.

There had been some panic at first, but when it was clear that the sex was great and the tips were coming in even bigger they stopped bothering trying to fix the wand.

Camina laughed as Trixie tossed her atop the mattress. Despite its artificial edifice Camina’s vagina-turned-fuckhole was still capable of getting soaked, and Trixie climbed onto her girlfriend in a sixty-nine position so she could shove her aching hard dick-tongue as deep as she could into the round and open hole. Her center breast mashed into Camina’s belly while the outer pair fell over the woman’s sides.

Shuddering from the long-awaited satisfaction of being filled, Camina’s four arms grabbed Trixie’s fat ass and positioned her pussy - heavy with the lingering musk of leather - over Camina’s thirsty mouth. She lapped at her lover’s slit as her four arms massaged the trapped feet and teased Trixie’s asshole. Saliva and feminine juices dribbled onto Camina’s chest, flowing through the many valleys of cleavage.

Someday they’d figure out how to fix the wand - one dancer had semi-complained about how sensitive the pair had made her feet - but until then, what was the old adage? Ah, yes…

Change is good.