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Rey had everything needed. Her usually bare shoulders and arms were protected in a warm parka, she'd changed into a pair of jeans, with a bag slung over her back and phone in hand. Not a dozen steps out from backstage, she froze and nearly dropped her phone, catching it by the edge. Then her legs gave out.
"What's going on?" Wendy asked, looking to Carmen while others stared at Rey in concern, the stripper's hands clenching at her crotch.
"I wasn't lying," Carmen said and sipped her drink, the burn now welcome as she grinned over the rim, knowing full well the changes Rey experienced as they watched. There was no denying her fortitude as she stood, gritting her teeth against the doubtless pleasure surging through her. A bulge appeared in her jeans, enlarging second by second until it couldn't be ignored. Her eyes turned down and widened, then darted around. No one else paid enough attention to notice, allowing her to head toward a restroom. But that couldn't be allowed. There wasn't enough proof for Wendy.
"Rey, come over here!" Carmen called.
She licked her lips and folded her legs, thighs squeezing around her cocks. Before the night was over, they'd be satisfied, all thanks to Rey, and Wendy if she was willing. Although she could be made to want it. Rey froze, then made a beeline for them, cock still growing down her pants, so thick it truly resembled a third leg. The veins alone jutted out in perverse lanes as the denim pulled taut.
"Oh my god," Wendy said, eyes following her friend's crotch the entire time.
"How's it feel?" Carmen asked.
"You did this?" Rey hissed, hunching over to conceal her new endowment. Doing so, however, stretched her already strained jeans against her ass, which let the cock rip a hole. Her thong proved its durability, as it snagged into the slit and stretched with it.
"Sit on my lap." Carmen ordered and Rey did so, eyes widening every centimetre that she moved. Her dick jerked, widening the hole, snapping her tiny underwear and betraying her arousal, as did the gentle hitch in her breathing. She twisted to face Carmen, but instantly lowered her gaze to the futa's cleavage. Conflict raged in her features, a war between supernatural lust and demure confusion.
Delicate fingers unzipped the stripper's coat, releasing her implant stretched top. Carmen didn't waste a second and planted her hands on them, cooing at their rigid shape, nipples jutting against her palms like eager pricks. Part of her almost wished she'd made her like Ashley, but that could wait. The night was young and long. Another step up in her breaths urged Carmen to tug her top to one side, letting loose one giant tit. She leaned in and whispered into Rey's ear.
"How does it feel?"
"I hate it," Rey said, tilting away, but exposed her neck to Carmen's lips.
"Do you really? Turn around and face me properly," Carmen said, cupping the new futa's hips and her generous ass. The naked breast tempted her, but she ignored it for now, instead lifting Rey's face to hers and kissed her. Despite her restraint, Rey reciprocated, even moaned into the kiss as her hands tried pushing against Carmen's shoulders.
"What have you done to me?" Rey asked in a lull. Her cock mashed against Carmen's stomach, thick as a log, and demanded attention.
"Nothing much." Carmen reached down, still groping one tit, and traced the gawking slit at Rey's crown. It was large enough for multiple fingers. She leered down at her, then turned her around. Gasps rang throughout, more as she forced Rey's jeans down and her dick bounced free, slapping her thigh with a deep, meaty sound. Rey squirmed at their looks, while Carmen grinned and picked it up, one finger poised at the entrance. She teased it with her nail for a second, then plunged in.
Several people gasped again, one even shouted, though none exceeded Rey's shriek. Not of pain, she'd made sure of it, but of sudden ecstasy, just not an orgasm. Carmen wriggled her finger around, filling the room with the stripper's moans, all eyes firmly on her.
"Want me to stop?"
"No..." Rey whispered, barely audible to Carmen, but it wasn't clear what she meant by it.
"Louder. Tell them if you want me to stop."
"I don't," Rey said, however not loud enough. A second finger was added, sparking another, fiercer scream. Anyone would think she was already cumming, something that wouldn't happen until Carmen said otherwise.
"Louder!"
"Finger my cock!" Rey shouted, then clapped a hand over her mouth, realising what she'd said. Her words echoed, the music having died before Carmen inserted the first finger, then zippers reverberated. Shivers rippled along Rey's frozen torso, while her hips pumped in time with Carmen's fingers. Her cocks throbbed against her ass. Just a little longer, she thought.
"I think that's enough," Wendy said, gripping Carmen's shoulder. Not removing her fingers from Rey, whose cock gushed pre-cum, she turned on the woman that claimed she wanted to sleep with her and rolled her eyes. Of course she'd be jealous. Everyone must be.
Carmen cast her gaze to the onlookers. Even the current pole dancer had stopped their performance, the lights having turned on Rey's lewd form. She ground her cunt into the bulges of Carmen's pricks, trailing dampness in its wake, and whimpered hesitant moans for more. It really wasn't fair to keep this to herself. The others deserved something more, a real show, instead of tits they couldn't touch or such plain women. Wendy seemed perfect for such a role.
Still fingering Rey's urethra, Carmen reached back and went to scribble Wendy's name, but didn't have her surname. She chuckled at her lack of foresight.
"Tell me her full name," Carmen whispered into her submissive futa's ear.
"Wendy Winston," Rey gasped, bucking harder as a third finger was added in appreciation. The name was added, placed atop an entry Carmen prepared earlier. Forty seconds later, spent by Wendy frowning at the pair in uncertainty, the older woman folded in two. Her change was a partial experiment. The transformations seemed to work in stages, adding certain effects over time, and she needed to know if the entry's structure affected it.
She grinned when it seemed to do just that. Without a word, Wendy pulled all her clothes off save for her heels. Though not as endowed as Rey's implants, her breasts were natural and sat high on her chest. This was before the cock grew in, as Carmen had put that second. Far as Wendy was concerned, she was now a massive exhibitionist. Her thighs spread to reveal her shifting crotch and sopping cunt folds.
Clit erect, it vanished underneath her growing cock and balls. A deep, angry purple head formed when the shaft was just a few inches, extending further under everyone's stares. Rey's moans ramped up in response and pre-cum spewed past Carmen's fingers, slipping down the trunk-like shaft. Unbidden, Rey stroked it with both hands, failing miserably to meet around its girth, using Wendy's growth to fuel her desire. The blonde's scrotum stole the show as they bloated into basketballs and beyond.
"Shouldn't you be on stage?" Carmen asked.
"Yes," Wendy said, moaning while her heels clicked toward the pole. She pushed the forgotten stripper aside, instead mashing her shaft against the metal, urging it to grow. Once graceful moves were made languid and sensual by her balls, which approached watermelons in size. Like any good dancer, however, she incorporated the challenge. Most eyes left Rey to focus on her, which spurred the next change to life.
For a strip club, there were several women in the audience. They were joined by the dancers backstage, called out by the other one, each gawking and blushing. Rey was no different, whining in pleasure as Wendy made her and the others wetter, the men hardening and renewing their strokes. Just as planned, the dancer's breasts swallowed up more room on her torso.
Her moves obscured the growth, though Carmen's eyes caught it all. She must've been a D cup, but as she moved, they crawled through the alphabet, nipples joining the fray and extending into obscene headlights. There was no ignoring that sight, unless something more tempting awaited her.
Carmen hooked her fingers into her pants and ripped them open. Heat met them an instant later, welcomed by a startled gasp. One flopped up toward her chest, then fell to rest between Rey's pert ass, its sisters nestled tight against her pussy and balls. She brought a hand down to find that dank heat, coating her fingers with juices in seconds. Bringing them back up, she had Rey look as she licked them clean.
"Please..." Rey said, biting her lip when Carmen's shafts throbbed against her folds.
"Please what? I don't know what you want," Carmen said, reaching back down to grope her ass, grinding its cheeks against her lone cock. Subtle moves from the stripper worked with her.
"I-I..."
"Tell me you don't want me," Carmen breathed into her ear, stopping all her movements, including the fingers wedged deep into Rey's cock, "If you say it now, I promise I'll stop." It was true. Much as her cocks rioted against such a notion, being so close to their desire, she wouldn't force someone.
"You can just tell me to say 'yes'," Rey groaned, "This isn't any different to what that Gretchen girl did to you."
