The Bust: Chapter 6-b

An updated/new 1700+ words! At this point things are really going to start taking a new turn, as I bring in what I feel is a much more enjoyable outcome to this story!

Speaking of alternate takes, fellow Patron Scott Burdett put a very good spin on the last chapter, which is worth a read!

Chapter VI-b

Outside the bathroom Sylvia considered her options. She could go back to her seat, or...she peered around a corner and saw a hallway leading to backstage.

That could be fun.

Sylvia started to work her way down the hallway, past a few doors she presumed were storage closets. Before she could come to the large door at the end of it marked EMPLOYEES ONLY Sylvia heard what sounded like pleasurable moaning. It was coming from her left, and Sylvia saw one of the doors was cracked open a bit. She walked over and pushed it open gently, being as quiet as could be.

Sylvia quietly ventured inside, looking around to see who was making the noise. It was a small supply closet. A ceiling light barely lit and, and clean t-shirt rags were strewn everywhere. Around one rack of cleaning supplies, sitting on a pile of the clean rags, sat a woman shuddering as she came down from a powerful orgasm. She was still holding a thick dildo between her thighs and under her upturned skirt.

Before Sylvia could back away the quivering woman and spotted her and smiled.

“Hi…sorry…to interrupt...” Sylvia quickly spoke up. The woman shook her head as if to indicate she was not embarrassed to be caught. Her body was quite attractive, with dark hair that hung down to her shoulders. She was wearing a Catholic school girl skirt, with a white blouse hat was completely unbuttoned. Her breasts were only the size of oranges, but capping them were nipples a little bigger than shot glasses – about the size of Sylvia’s. The woman’s areola practically covered her bosom.

“My name...is Glitter,” the woman sighed, her body becoming more and more relaxed. “Well, my stage name is, anyway.”

“I’m Sylvia...just Sylvia,” Sylvia replied. Curious, she sat down on a nearby pile. She almost moaned as the rough fabric of the dress pushed against her sensitive butt cheeks.

“New dancer?” Glitter asked. She kept one hand on her dildo to keep it in place, while the other moved some hair back behind one ear.

“No, just...exploring some options.”

“I see…” Glitter smiled. Then she looked down at the dildo still inside of her and laughed, “I know I finished and it’s still in there. I just...want to keep it in there until I have to go onstage. For practice.”

“Practice?”

“Oh yes. The other day I suddenly grew bigger tits and these huge nipples, and I was like ‘This is awesome!’ And when I got home I discovered that my girlfriend had somehow merged with our strap-on and was just insatiable.”

“That’s...amazing,” Sylvia repeated back the word Glitter had used. She now realized who it was she was talking with, and who her endowed girlfriend was. Sylvia decided she didn’t want to reveal that it was her who had caused the changes. But she was curious about their impact. “What do you mean by…‘insatiable?’”

“Oh, well, Chanel basically has a rubber dick now. Usually, you know, a cock pops off and you have a little time to recover, but since Chanel’s never goes soft it’s like she’s instantly in need of another fuck. But I’m only flesh and blood, so I’m trying to practice having a rubber dick in me for longer periods of time.”

“I see…” Sylvia replied quietly, “...and the tits?”

“Oh, so sensitive!” Glitter responded, “No one has nipples like these things. At first I thought it was just from an allergic reaction or something, but they’ve stayed big and thick since they grew out! I had wanted them to go back - I mean, my areola practically cover my tits! - but now that there’s been time to play with them I love them!”

Glitter shuddered as she made this exclamation, having bumped something sensitive within her and creating a post-orgasm quake across her body. Her nipples waved at Sylvia, who just couldn’t resist.

“May...I…?” she asked, slowly moving her hands towards Glitter’s tits.

“Sure!” the stripper replied, and Sylvia’s fingers hooked around Glitter’s nipples. She shuddered and gasped at the contact, and Sylvia could feel herself drooling from multiple sources.

As her nipples were played with Glitter moved a hand to the strap of Sylvia’s dress. She slipped the shoulder strap loose as she spoke, “If they feel good in your hands imagine how good they could feel in your pus…”

Glitter’s come-on faded off as one side of Sylvia’s dress fell away and let loose a bulbous breast with a bounce. The nipple unfurled itself from the former confinement. Without think Sylvia revelled in the sensation of the air against her too-long-oppressed breast. Glitter stared, slack jawed, her hand almost afraid to touch the bounty before her.

“They’re…like mine!”

Glitter wanted to make sure that they were real. She reached forward and began to play with the stiff nipple. Sylvia now gasped.

“Holy shit…” Glitter trailed off.

Sylvia wanted to let things go further, but she reminded herself that she’d now given this woman the ability to make a wish.

“You’re probably due on stage soon…” Sylvia moaned, “I shouldn’t keep you.”

“Yeah...true. And I need the job. Jane doesn’t understand the needs of the big breasted, I wish the club could be run by someone like you, someone with big tits!”

Sylvia felt the wish wash over not only her bust but her mind. Suddenly she didn’t just want to explore the club...she wanted to run it! Make it a real big tit sapphic paradise!

Lost in these new thoughts Sylvia couldn’t pull her breast from Glitter’s grip in time to stop her from getting another wish in.

“But if I had one wish, I guess I should wish for a pussy that could match Chanel’s desires!”

Sylvia felt the usual sensations in her breasts after a wish, and finally pulled away and stood up. She stared down at Glitter, who gasped and threw her attention between her legs.

Glitter was gulping at the air as she tried to understand the erotic activity acting upon her loins. She pulled the dildo out of herself, and as it left her slit a torrent of juices splashed out after it. Dropping the phallus to the ground both of Glitter’s hands began to explore the changes that she could not see beyond her wobbling nipples.

But Sylvia could see what was happening. Glitter’s labia were pulling open all on their own, and her skin from mons to taint was taking a slightly dull appearance. In mere moments her fleshy slit had become a latex hole, similar to what Sylvia had seen on Ada. One that was bubbly lubricant out of it like a mountain spring.

“Oh fuck...oh shit...so...horny…” babbled Glitter as her fingers found her new rubber clitty. Both hands were darting across her artificial orifice, her body rocking and shuddering more and more until finally Glitter threw herself over the cusp of an orgasm unlike she’d ever experienced.

Sylvia took a step back as the stripper’s cry of bliss was caught in her throat. The orgasm was so intense that once her muscles relaxed and Glitter fell into afterglow, she passed out on the rags. Sylvia peered over her thigh and saw that the rubber rutter was still dribbling lubricant.

“I guess that should help…” Sylvia sighed. She fixed her dress and left the room.

As Sylvia left the supply closet she was prepared to continue backstage. But upon stepping into the hallway she saw a woman step out from the other side of it and take a stance before the door as if she was stationed there.

Like she was a bouncer. This woman was tall, with a slightly muscular build, but had clearly gotten away with intimidation through life thanks to her over six foot height. She had short brown hair, and breasts like cantaloupes restrained beneath a white blouse. Blank pants led down to flat boots.

Sylvia sighed as the woman looked her up and down, clearly wondering why she’d been in the supply closet - thankfully Sylvia hadn’t carried anything out of it to provoke a more combative confrontation.

But she would have to confront this woman if she wanted to get backstage.

Sylvia had an idea.

“Hey, hi, I have a question…” Sylvia smiled and gave a little wave as she approached. The woman raised an eyebrow.

“Employees only. Customer bathroom is up front.”

There wasn’t much play in the bouncer’s voice.

“Oh, no, I just want to know...you’ve seen the breasts of all the dancers, right?” Sylvia continued to walk forward, and as she did so she put a hand to the dress strap she’d just put back over her shoulder.

“Yes…?” the bouncer’s response was steeped with suspicion.

“Well, I recently became interested in a place like this and was curious…” Sylvia let her dress strap fall down her arm, her big breast and stiff nipple again springing free from the confines of the dress, “...do my tits compare at all to who’s already working here?”

Sylvia watched the bouncer’s eyes go wide. It looked like she was holding back licking her lips. It was clear her employment here had eye candy benefits.

“Uh, well, I’d say they’re quite impressive…”

Sylvia continued to step forward, and allowed one of her nipples to brush the bare arm of the bouncer. Sylvia wondered if that would be enough to activate a wish.

“Thank you!” Sylvia smiled, bouncing on the balls of her feet and letting her teat brush up and down the other woman’s arm. The bouncer hadn’t moved, clearly uncertain of what to do. “You’ve got a nice set yourself, don’t you wish you could be doing more with them than just standing here?”

“If I were to wish to be somewhere, I’d wish to be with a lover I adored who couldn’t leave me…” the bouncer replied. The magic of the moment had been broken by Sylvia’s overt statement, and the bouncer pulled up her hand. She palmed Sylvia’s tingling breast, thumb and forefinger straddling her big nip, and gently pushed the encroaching woman away, “...but-”

And with a pop! of air the bouncer vanished. Her clothes wafted to the floor, empty.

Sylvia mused to herself about what could have happened to the bouncer. Glitter’s rubber pussy had put Ada in Sylvia’s mind, and she certainly was a lover who couldn’t leave someone. She wondered if she’d just sent her latex roommate an adoring lover.

Well, regardless, Sylvia now had some thoughts about running the club and she wanted to get on it. Stepping over the pile of clothes Sylvia pushed open the door and made her way backstage.

to be continued...