Komi’s Twerkout Revolution

Tags: Strongfat, booty growth, height growth, twerking

I didn't forget, sorry for being slow to post this one! Hope you all enjoy Komi joining a dance group.  

--- Twerkout introduction---

Komi shivered as she stood in the back of the exercise room. She looked from person to person, trying to find a source of strength. Separated from Tadano, the workout class was explicitly ladies only, she felt lost and adrift. Her eyes were wide with fear and her slim hands were clutched to her chest. Though Komi wore her athletic clothes, which showed off her slim and curvaceous physique, she could take no solace in that. Rather, the shy prodigy felt even more out of place. Athletics of any kind would only get more attention thrown to her. Komi tried to back towards the door. As she tried to sneak away, her cat ears poofed back into existence. Her cute, curved butt bounced on the back wall as she made contact. “Ah!” The little exclamation flew from her mouth, cat ears flicking up and down as she sidled her way out of the rented classroom. She could always exercise in a different way, a different class where Tadano could join her. Komi’s hand started to flick the handle of the door. Just as it was opening, the door was kicked up. Rather, it was pushed by a very thick and juicy pair of buttocks. 

“Hellooooo everyone!” Rumiko Manbagi entered the room booty first. With her tanned skin, excessive makeup, and bright fashion, Manbagi was always the center of attention. However, looking at how large her butt had become, it was easy to see how she had drawn even more attention than usual. She wiggled down the hallways, round but pert cheeks filling her skirt. Now, dressed in tight, leopard print leggings, her butt was almost unbelievable. “Who’s ready to get to work?” The bubbly woman lugged an antiquated boombox in one hand. The other searched and found Komi’s arm. The shy woman yelped as she was dragged to the front of the classroom by the jiggly gyaru. “Time to make you all as fabulous and in shape as me!” Manbagi had never been so brazen about her figure before, but that was before her butt had started to overflow the chairs at the school. Manbagi set Komi aside, taking precious seconds to lean down and set the boombox at the front of the classroom. The tan woman stood seconds later, shifting her undulating butt back and forth. 

“The dark lord does not dance!” Nakanaka Omoharu’s hand shot up, thrusting through the jacket she wore as a cape. The eye not covered by her eye patch blazed with passion that only a chuunbiyou could muster. “I thought this was to make us stronger!” 

“It will! Look at these!” Manbagi flexed her arms, little bits of muscle that had not existed before sprouted up. Though someone like Netsuno Chika, who stood in the back with a smile, would undoubtedly have more, it was not insignificant. Manbagi flexed her arms a little more, before devolving into an excited series of hops. The other women in the classroom swore they heard sound effects when her butt undulated, little bwombs and other noises befitting inflated balloons. “Trust me, you will get plenty of muscle.” 

“I’m game if Komi is!” Netsuno peeled herself off the back wall. The sporty woman with blazing red and orange hair grinned at her shy rival. Komi backed away, shaking her arms in a flutter. The shy woman nearly tripped over the boombox, her foot accidentally turning the player on. 

“Ooooh, she’s excited to get started!” Manbagi caught Komi and spun her around. Komi could tell the workouts had been making a difference in the gyaru’s physique. She pulled Komi, who was taller, with ease. The shy woman had never been handled with such strength and energy. She stayed next to Manbagi, almost afraid to get pulled back into place. Instead, Komi listened to the beat and watched her friends dance steps. Shy and conservative, Komi couldn’t believe that a woman would think to dance in such a manner. 

“Ok, Ladies! Left. . .and right!” Manbagi let the thick and bassy club music flow through her. In truth, there was not much of a routine. It was a matter of letting the music control you. She thrust her butt back and forth. Movement spread from one cheek into the other, the pair clashing in a series of claps whenever she stopped moving. “It’s gonna heat up soon, so start now!” Manbagi spoke like a DJ at a club, lulling the other women into the pulsating music. The beat picked up in tempo sharply, causing the bootylicious tan woman to make her ass quiver. The gelatinous cheeks shook back and forth rapidly, a shower of sweat flinging off of them. This was Manbagi’s second routine of the afternoon, so she was warmed up. It was now just a matter of getting the other girls to join in. 

“Netsuuuuuunooooo. . .” Manbagi dropped her ass low, bouncing it off the floor. “Bet you can’t move as well as I do!” She appealed to the competitive spirit within the track star. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP! It was hard to distinguish the sounds of the bass from the sounds of Manbagi’s ass hitting the ground. Show me what you can do!” The gyaru looked over a shoulder, blowing a kiss. 

Netsuno moved, unable to resist a challenge. In truth, she was a little worried. Her sports had never been so feminine. A competition for her was running the fastest or the longest. This was new entirely. She started by swaying. Glad that her track coat covered her flat rear. Though, as the seconds passed, she began to indulge more. Her arms slowly raised, mimicking things she had seen in American music videos.

“Nakanaka!” Manbagi literally pointed to the chuunbiyou with her butt. “A main character would never let a chance to be the spotlight go by. Even if it’s a dance!” Manbagi dropped low again, summoning the oddball forward with a series of gyrations. Though she wanted to fight, Nakanaka could not turn away from another chance at being the best, the most noticeable of all the women at the school. Her jacket-cape fluttered as she put her hands on her thighs and thrust her ass up and down. Bold and striking, that is what she would be. 

One by one the girls fell into step with Manbagi. All that is, except Komi. The shy woman held her hands to her side, plastering them against her thighs. She shivered, cat ears appearing again. Too afraid to leave and especially afraid to dance like the other women, Komi was held in place. She was frozen solid, turned to concrete by her social anxiety. However, Manbagi was there to help. “Coooome on! If you don’t move. . .” The tan woman shifted over, her legging clad butt finding Komi’s thigh. “. . .I’m going to use you as a pole!” Manbagi laughed. Komi squeaked, jumping up and forcing her back straighter than before. “Come on, Komi!” Manbagi twerked on the other woman, droplets of sweat running from her back to where her butt crack had started to overflow her leggings. “I won’t stop until you dance!”

Komi’s fists tightened and her heart raced. The large, buttery orbs that were Manbagi’s butt bounced off of her. With thrumming music in her ears and a friend forcing her to be brave, Komi started to move. She bent her knees, bringing her arms up to sway with the music. It was painfully stilted at first. Komi could feel nothing but her knees trying to tighten. However, Manbagi was there to help. “Just keep close to me!” The gyaru said, plopping her wide rear on Komi’s thighs. She wiggled, showing Komi how to move. Gasping, the black haired woman started to dance. She was surprised by how good it felt.  

--- Getting Comfy In Class ---

Komi clutched her hands to her chest as she approached the workout room. She gasped as she felt the music thrumming through her generous breasts. Though never small, they were ever more ripe than before. The twin grapefruits bounced around Komi’s arms, only barely restrained. The nearly silent woman gasped as a sensitive nipple brushed against her arm. She jumped, which only caused the rest of her body to jiggle. Matching her breasts, the rest of komi had grown exceedingly thick over the weeks of practice. Her butt was tightly packed into the leggings she wore, stretching them into a nearly see through state. The thrusting of hips and bouncing of her butt had grown her lower half by leaps and bounds. The queen of the school now had a defined strut, whether she wanted it or not. 

“Kooooomi!” Manbagi called, draping her own thickened body out of the classroom. She held the door frame with a muscular arm, letting the rest of her body hang. The gyaru moved like a pole dancer, muscles and softness working for the titillation of everyone who could see her. Music pumped from within, the other girls already busy warming up. Manbagi pulsed with the energy from the boombox, never completely stopping. “Get in here, we were waiting for your big behind!” Manbagi licked her lips and winked. Komi almost turned and ran away, but the scintillating music drew her closer. Her nervousness died in the face of the infectious music. She walked passed Manbagi, who slapped her on the butt. Komi’s eyes opened wide and cat ears poofed into existence as she felt her butt stimulated. Jiggles ran from one thick and luscious cheek into the other. The dance instructor called out to the other women, happy to start the class finally. “Everyone! Our favorite horse just showed up!” 

Komi hopped into the classroom, trying to get out of the path of more spankings. Manbagi trotted in after, lustily chasing the other woman. Komi almost didn’t recognize the other members of the class. The weeks of dancing had changed them so thoroughly. Chika was at the front of the room, squatting down and tugging up her athletic shorts. Her buttcheeks and the thong separating them were bared to the rest of the class. The runner bounced up and down, showing both the strength of her thighs and the sumptuous growth in her rear. Adding to the sex crazed delirium, Netsuno put a foot on one of Chika’s knees. She stretched her legs, displaying how thick and juicy her thighs had grown. The women in the class, Komi and Manbagi included, looked far leggier than before. Beyond just more muscular, stealthy inches had been added to each of their heights. Though, it was debatable if any of them had truly noticed it yet. 

“Come on, Komi!” Manbagi pulled the shy girl forward. “Can’t let them upstage us.” The tan woman placed a very knowing kiss on her dance partner’s cheek. Komi allowed her long, strong body to be dragged up towards the boombox. The thrumming, pulsating beat would drown any worries or fears that she had. Within earshot of the magic music machine Komi was allowed to be herself. She did not have to hide or cower. Rather, she could secede control of her faculties to the music. “Droooooop it loooooow!” Manbagi coached Komi, bringing her further under the spell of the music. Komi easily obeyed, thrusting her wide butt out and starting to sink downwards. Manbagi matched her every movement. The tight spandex leggings on the two women grew ever more see through as their asses expanded. Manbagi put her palms out and Komi put hers to them. Large, heaving breasts kissed as the two began their own routine. “Oooooh good!” Manbagi squealed as Komi bounced her butt off the floor of the classroom. 

Netsuno and Chika, not wanting to be upstaged, shifted their positions. Chika spread her hips wide, inviting the quirky chuunbiyou in. Netsuno slotted in easily, her hips melding with Chika’s thighs. They moved as a pair, jiggles springing from one only to be caught and continued by the other. “Come on. . .show me. . .what you can do!” Chika egged her partner on, whispering into Netsuno’s ear. The pale woman’s ass smacked on her thighs, stimulating her sex. “Demon lord turned. . .succubus. . .or even worse?” Chika thrust her hips into Netsuno’s butt, tempting her to go even further. Netsuno responded by hiking up her skirt. Only a thin line of cotton panties divided the perfectly round spheres of booty meat. There were no imperfections upon the porcelain skin. Netsuno turned to Chika, a red and carnal flash showing even under her eye patch. “That’s my girl.” Chika growled. She wrapped a hand around Netsuno’s middle, feeling the thick abs underneath; a full and meaty six pack.  

The quartet continued to dance, shifting from move to move. Their bodies glistened with sweat. Steam filled the room, generated by the heat they were putting off. It was less a workout class and more a small orgy. They switched partners, constantly moving and changing what they were doing. Manbagi switched from grind on Komi to thrusting her hands down the shy woman’s pants. She squeezed the thick cheeks, feeling the muscle underneath the fat. Komi bent all the way to the floor, pumping her thighs and butt up and down. Yet, seconds later, it was she who was groping Chika. Constant, carnal delirium played across the room. Finer details were lost to the seductive trance of the music. The dancer’s could not even tell each other apart. All they felt were the bodies of lithe, nubile sex fiends. To them, the world was only the push and shove of flesh. 

However, the quartet were not alone. Outside of the classroom, a figure danced. She copied their movements, studying how they grabbed and squeezed each other. For the moment, she had been excluded from their world, but that would not always be the case. Soon, they would be forced to accept her. 

--- Dinner for a Growing Girl ---

“Shooouukooo!” Shuuko called from the bottom of the stairs. “Dinner time! Groooowing girls need all the food they can get!” The mother of two beamed, happily swaying back and forth as she spoke. She knew her daughter had heard her call by the sound of groaning springs and then thudding steps. Shuuko bounced in place, shaken by the simple tread of her daughter. Though Komi walked with even more sensual grace than before, she was so big that her footfalls were larger and more impressive than the tread of elephants. Shuuko’s smile grew as she waited for her daughter to appear. It was amazing to bear witness to the woman that Komi was becoming. A mixture of raging sex appeal and strength, the young woman would rule the world one day. Shuuko was sure of that. As Komi’s broad shoulders and heaving breasts came into view, Shuuko was even more convinced. 

Komi strutted down the stairs, her body filling the small stairwell. Only by the thinnest of margins was her bulk allowed to pass, and even then not without issue. Her thick, beefy arms touched the walls. The already bent and cracked plaster was further shattered by Komi’s walk. Her butt dragged along the walls, formed into a boxy shape as it took to the container it had been placed into. It was a legendary ass, fully capable of swamping a small boat or crushing the hood and engine of a car. When able to move fully, it swung with wreckingball force. The Komi household was only spared full destruction because the eldest child was outgrowing the hallways. Her feet cracked the stairs that they landed on, calves flexing. Komi smiled a she walked, delighting in the destruction that she caused. She was an object of sexual worship and destruction. As she stepped down onto the main floor of the house she put a hand to the ceiling and stretched. Her muscles from arm to back rippled, growing in size as they flexed.

“Oooooh my wittle muscle goddess!” Shuuko swooned. She ran forward, hugging her daughter’s muscled midsection. Komi had sprouted upwards, resembling an oak in thickness and in height. Shuuko hardly came to her daughter’s middle, face pushed into the densest part of Komi’s abs. She squeezed the fluffy thickness of Komi’s ass, feeling the bountiful blessing that had been given to the long haired woman. The cheeks moved up and down, bassy tones echoing out as they moved. “You are getting so thick! These workouts are doing wonders for you!” Shuuko gushed, referencing more than just Komi’s body. There was an aura that emanate off of her now, one that would not have existed months ago. Komi had an ego now. 

“Hmph!” Komi sniffed, patting her mother on the head. She started to walk away, thrusting her hips from side to side. Shuuko dodge the cheeks like she might an oncoming vehicle. Certainly, if one connected with her frail body, it would be as devastating as a hit and run. Komi moved towards the dinner table, long hair trailing after in the breeze her passing created. She flexed her arms, obsessed with turning them from resting iron to active diamond. She was perfect in every way, though she surpassed the previous benchmarks every day. Her butt undulated, clapping together in steady rhythms. What fat existed on her mighty ass could beat out rhythms like the massive taiko drums. For all the kinetic force she could muster with her butt, she was a thunder goddess. One whose divinity was coming very near to bursting out of the house she lived in. 

“Ah!” Komi made a frustrated noise as she arrived at the dinner table. She found a heaping plate of food for her, one which took up half of the table. She also found her brother and father, nearly shoved into a corner. However, she did not see her chair. Rather, she did not see the five person couch that she had claimed as her chair. Komi turned, looking with annoyance at her mother. Her breasts, watermelon sized, jiggled within the extra large tank top. A huge necklace dropped between them, flashing out golden rays as the light caught it. “Uuuhm. . .HMPH!” Komi, even having overcome her shyness, neglected to use human speech. People could serve her without her having to speak to them. She crossed her arms, blowing up up to to truly terrifying levels of pump. 

“Ooooh! Sorry honey!” Shuuko bowed. She walked around to the back of her massive daughter. The humongous asscheeks floated above her. Shuuko reached up, fluffing the expanses of muscle and fat knowing it would help soothe Komi’s frustrations. The boulders bounced up and down, squished and massaged by Shuuko’s hands. I moved your couch for cleaning! I wanted it absolutely perfect for you!” Shuuko dropped the hefty buttcheeks, letting them crash together with the force of two logs meeting. She scurried backwards, starting to haul the couch forward. “Uuugggh. . .here. . .you. . .are!” She grunted, struggling to move the triply reinforced furniture. She was stopped by Komi’s foot coming down on the couch. 

Komi had switched her classy flats for scintillating high heels. They matched well with the oil black leather pants she wore. Golden rings jingled on her foot. The big woman pulled the couch close with a bored look. “Uugh.” She sneered, disappointed in the weakness around her. With the sort of agility seen in soccer players, she kicked the couch up and bounced it off of her ass. The large piece of furniture spun into the air, moving over the massive woman’s head. She caught it on the otherside with a strong but soft hand. Komi pushed the couch into place with ease, like it was made from inflatable rubber. As a final note, she sniffed derisively and moved into place. Her buttcheeks rubbed together as she got ready to sit. Her hands squashed her ass fat in, puffing her glorious rump outward. She sat slowly, making it apparent just how heavy and impressive her rear was. The couch creaked and bent, but held her all the same. Then, and only then, could she begin supper.  

--- Twerk-pocalypse ---

Yamai Ren worked her butt in the empty classroom, trying to get a good sweat and pump. She had been following the workouts in secret, keeping her distance. She had watched the other women grow, following along the same track in secret. Her head rested just below the ceiling. Her body was thickly muscled, though maybe less so than the other women. Even the small distance out of the classroom had been enough separation to stunt her growth. Yet, Yamai was nothing if not persistent. She would attain the heights that the other girls had, lest she be totally forgotten. Already, she seemed like a speck compared to the other women. One such was moving down the hallway towards Yamai, dragging her ass along the hallway which it filled.

“Mooooorning. . .tiny!” Manbagi looked in through the door, which had long since become too small for her. It was only by the slimmest of margins that she could move through the school without bringing it down. Manbagi was on her hands and knees, forced to crawl to enter the academy. Expansive breasts wrapped in metallic, gold colored leather dented and crushed the floor whilst her ass and msucular thighs were wrapped in the same material. Her butt tore down walls when she moved, far too big for the hallway. The school would lurch and shift, its foundations unable to handle the massive gyaru. Yamai could hear the supports groaning, thanking Manbagi for pausing. “Getting a little practice in?” Manbagi followed the question with a clap of her own buttcheeks. A thunder clap echoed through the school. Not content with one, she moaned and put her face to the floor. The tan woman was soon making love to the floor, her buttcheek sending sonic waves of destruction in all directions. THOOOOOOM! THOOOOOOM! To the small people in the school the claps of her ass did not even sound like flesh hitting flesh. 

WHOOOOOOOOM! WHOOOOOM!

The call of Manbagi’s butt was met with a response. Rather than passing through the school, it penetrated the ground and air. The world bounced along with the twin shockwaves. Yamai and Manbagi moaned, quivering as their bulbous hips and breasts shook. Manbagi’s tongue lapped out, licking her gold stained lips. She could not help but thrust her butt out, making it crash into the floor above her, and jiggling more. Thooom! Thooom! Th-Thooom! Following some invisible beat she began to dance. She slowly lifted her ass upwards, shattering plaster and foundations of the school. Yamai was treated to the full grandeur of her fellow classmate as the walls started to collapse. Whumph-Whumph-Whumph! Sweat started to rain from Manbagi’s gigantic ass, sparkling like diamonds. 

HOOOOM-HOOOM-HOOOOM! The thunder claps only grew louder and more devastating. The school shook with such ferocity that Manbagi had to stop. The earth threatened to split apart underneath, primal faultlines being triggered by the approaching woman. It was pure lust that kept the gyaru in place, she wanted to test her strength against the approaching demon queen of the twerkout. Yamai screamed and ran, afraid of the chucks of building raining down upon her. Her muscular arms cracked through the wall which led outside. It was here that she saw the doom approaching the school.

Komi loomed over the school, blocking out the horizon. She was a dark goddess, clothed somehow in a black tube top and matching thong. She wore golden bracelets which dangled from her svelte wrists. Her arms were able to shatter mountains, bigger and thicker than any industrial crane. They tensed as she placed them behind her head. Komi danced, feet crushing and cracking pavement. Cars were flattened, small explosions coming as their fuel tanks ignited. Her breasts jumped up and crashed back into her chest, asteroids that could level a building with only a fraction of the force they now had. Everything paled in comparison to her monumental ass, however. Peal-white and gleaming from sweat, it was wider than the school. Komi would have been able to cause a tsunami by sitting down in the ocean. Now, however, she brought her ass to bare on the academy.

“Hmmph. . .small.” Was all the twerk-queen said before turning around. The twerkout boombox thrummed in her chest, pumping out the rhythms that would keep her big and growing. A deep, black shadow fell over the academy as Komi waddled up to it. She thrust her butt backwards, crushing the small clocktower between them. She bounced her butt off of the rooftops, priming them for the eventual killing blow. Throoom-BOOOOOOM! Her butt would bounce into the air and then land with a resounding explosion. With a scowl on her face, Komi put her freakish arms onto her hips. “Pathetic.” She judged the school and the people around it. They were unworthy of her greatness. Though Itan Academy had birthed her and the other twerkout specialists, it could not stand up to her blubber booty. Komi sat down, cracking and breaking the concrete. Level after level was destroyed, smoke and debris shooting outward. The queen pressed her butt down harder, making the jiggling tonnage devour the school. Manbagi was sent hurtling out, the pressure finally shooting her from the collapsing hallways. 

In the end, all that was left was twin craters.