The Bust - Epilogue, Part 1

We now go on the farewell tour, touching bases with those who Sylvia has changed. I hope it will be fun, and that you can see how things have been left open for more once we wrap up - but for now, enjoy 1,200+ new words!

~dS

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It took a moment for Sylvia to realize who had just entered the office, but Barb immediately recognized her new boss.

“Sylvia? Fuck, is that you? For reals?”

Sylvia scrunched her eyes, still not certain. Then she remembered what Ada had said.

“Barb…?”

“Yeah! Oh man, is it good to see you!”

Barb’s stuck-on heels clacked on the floor as she skipped past the grunting Monica and Kayleigh. Her big boobs bounced until the pair hugged, their magically enhanced tits smooshing together. The pair stepped apart and Barb lightly punched Sylvia on the arm.

“You did this to me, didn’t you?” Barb asked.

“Ow! Yes! Well, technically you did it, and I didn’t know I could grant wishes then,” Sylvia laughed, rubbing where Barb had tapped her arm, “How’s it been looking like Posie Amberwell’s sexier twin?”

“Mmm...amazing,” Barb purred, rubbing her hands up and down her shoulders and letting her lower arms graze her nipples, “This body is amazing! The looks I get in it are delicious. I don’t even care anymore that I can’t wear clothing, not since I got here.”

“You can’t wear clothing?” Sylvia repeated, and silently agreed that Barb certainly didn’t need to do so in the club.

“Well, I wanted to look this way all the time, so anything I put on turns to smoke. Which is fine now that I know it’s going to happen,” Barb laughed. But afterwards she paused a moment. “Although, it is a little annoying that the clothes I am wearing are stuck where they were. I’ve cum a few times feeling my clit through these panties, but I do wish I could have something in my fucking pussy.”

As Barb finished talking Sylvia felt the tingle of a wish. She’d almost missed it, since she’d become so accustomed to two wishes being asked of her at a time. But Barb had certainly made a wish, and the Posie Amberwell doppelganger jumped in a little in surprise while exclaiming, “Oh!” as she felt something push against her labia.

Barb pulled apart her breasts and looked down through her cleavege at herself, towards the little mound her panties covered. She couldn’t see any changes going on, and she knew she couldn’t pull aside the material to see what was happening, but she could certainly feel it! The sensation was not unlike a soft rubber dildo slowly entering her, one that was well-lubed and pressing against all sides of her canal with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Mmm…” Barb hummed from deep in her throat. As the hidden dong grew from the inside of her panties and pushed deeper and fuller into her Barb squeezed her thighs and bent over slightly. She was practically dancing on her toes as her first penetration in some time worked its way within her.

“I take it you’re enjoying this wish?” Sylvia asked, stepping forward and placing a hand on Barb’s shoulder.

“Oh, fuck yes…” Barb gasped as she felt the dildo grow a little thicker, ridges and nodules starting to form and press against especially sensitive spots. Barb groaned a guttural gasp and threw herself upon Sylvia, nearly toppling them both over. “Is this...is this thing stuck inside me forever now?”

“Uh, well, you have one more wish, you could try and do something about that…”

“I...don’t know…” Barb cooed, just letting her topless body rest on Sylvia’s, “I feel like I could cum just from walking, wiggling this thing trapped inside of me. And that idea is...kind of a turn on.”

“Seems like you’ve been pretty happy with your accidental wishes,” Sylvia smiled, helping Barb to stand upright and put a step between them. As expected, as Barb shifted and took a step back, the dildo shifted and wiggled just right inside of her. Barb moaned as her thighs massaged the dong’s end so it fucked her like nothing else had touched her insides before.

“True, but I do wish that there was a secret phrase someone had to say before you’d grant the wish, just to make sure…” Barb babbled.

Sylvia’s eyes went wide as she felt herself tingle. Both she and Barb looked at her tits, and then back to each other.

“Did I just…?”

“I think…”

“Oops.”

“Did you have a phrase in mind when you said that?” Sylvia asked.

“Uh, no…” Barb replied, her cheeks red.

Sylvia let out a long sigh.

“Well, I guess I should go downstairs and see what’s going on. And then we can begin the guesswork…”

One week later…

Sylvia Seni was something special. She stood just an inch short of six feet, was curved in all the right places with long legs, wide hips, a thin waist, and breasts larger than volleyballs. Her blond hair stopped just above her shoulders. Her face was beautiful, with sparkling eyes, nicely shaped lips, and a near-button nose. And Sylvia was anything but self conscious of her body, usually wearing as little as possible. She didn’t care who saw her pink udders and the hard purple nips standing out from them.

Part of her cavalier attitude over her bare chest came from Barb’s last wish. No one had yet guessed the secret phrase to have a wish granted, and so the risk of a random patron rubbing up against Sylvia’s boobs and turning into a tree by wishing for a “hard woody” or something was very unlikely.

Sylvia had finally realized her dream. She was not only performing on stage with a body that men and women lusted for, but had proven her worth as a manager. Sylvia had completely turned around the fortunes of Club Cantina, which had become the hot place to be in town.

Part of this was thanks to the plentiful and cheap drinks that flowed behind the bar - from Rhea. No one ever got tired of watching Rhea’s four hands flip glasses all over as she gushed beer from her many breasts. The health inspector had been easily swayed to overlook any concerns when she got the chance to sample some of the tequila direct from the source.

Rhea loved her new form. While all six of her breasts - the four on her chest, and the two that replaced her ass cheeks - felt full constantly, there were few other feelings of satisfaction as divine as the sense of letting loose a cold pint. She stood behind the bar in black knee-high boots, a black leather thong, and a black leather vest that really just rested on her shoulders. The thong gave her easy access to the nipples on her butt that held the vodka and tequila.

All day she’d slosh her way up and down the bar, handing over glasses, and bending over to give a show for the shots. All the play with her nipples would drive her pussy wild. Sometimes she’d just have to grab some random patron and have them plunge whatever was handy into her to relieve the tension. Some days she’d make it to last call, and any number of her fellow coworkers were happy to lap at the juices between her legs which weren’t on the bar menu.

Rhea loved her bed in the backstage of Club Cantina - the moisture protector was actually soft, and she’d found comfortable positions on her sides. Many nights she was joined by one or two bedmates who helped relieve the delicious alcoholic pressure in her bosoms.

to be continued...