This choice: Lisa doesn't do anything during her class. • Go Back...Chapter #4The new club by: Unknown Okay, so I did use my powers during class. Nobody else knew I did. I was just so damn horny, so I put myself in a little bubble--from the outside I was diligently taking notes--duplicated myself, slowed down time for everyone else and fucked myself for a good thousand years. The class was boring anyway. The professor was rambling on about demand and market forces and such. I'd found it interesting enough before, but I now knew how things really worked: if I wanted it to happen, it happened, and if I didn't want it to happen, it didn't happen. Simple.
I met up with Andrea and Sheila after the class and let them drag me to the only bar on campus. Along the way I boosted Andrea's tolerance. I didn't want her falling down after her usual three pints again.
Nobody found anything unusual about either my appearance or about how I walked. I'd given myself an exaggerated stride that made my massive tits and gigantic ass sway hugely as I moved.
There was some girl group playing on stage when we arrived. They weren't anything special, just a few sophomores who thought they were better than they really were. I smiled. This was going to be fun.
Before I did anything, though, a slightly drunk senior came up to me and loudly challenged me to a drinking contest. I could tell that he didn't really believe that I could drink more than him, even after all the beer and hard liquor he'd had. I sighed and signaled the bartender. The challenger was out cold ten minutes later.
Returning my attention to the band, I focused on making them sexier. I'd never really thought about sexual attractiveness before, except to file my mother in the "attractive" category and myself in the "unattractive" category, but now I found the notion being among the first things I thought of when I saw anything. I mean, with so much sex flooding through my mind, I would--and, of course, could--have sex with anything.
They weren't wearing anything special, just loose t-shirts, knee-length flared slit skirts, and running shoes, but that changed because I wanted it to. Soon their outfits were pretty similar to mine--though of course they didn't have the body that I did.
Well, I wasn't about to give them my sort of body, but I wasn't about to leave their changes at just their clothes.
There were just four of them, a lead singer, a guitarist, a bassist and a drummer. The lead singer found her act becoming necessarily more erotic as her breasts ballooned, forcing her to wedge her mic stand in her cleavage to keep the microphone close.
All of them got bigger boobs, of course. The guitarist found herself having to rest her guitar on top of her tits, while the bassist found that her instrument had holders on each side for her baps, splaying them out so she could actually play.
The drummer got the biggest change. Her tits reached to the floor, one on each side of her bass drum, with one of her cymbals sticking up in between, while the rest of her kit split into two. Her massive mammaries made her movements so constrained that I gave her lots more arms, so that she had a pair for each drum and cymbal. The bass drum was emblazoned with the band logo, "Boobie Party" over a bird, as were her nipple covers.
Their repertoire changed, too, as the language became dirtier and the songs punctuated with yelps, moans and screams, as if they were having sex. Of course, with me in the room, they really were, as I could easily stimulate them at a distance.
The night was still young as they finished their act and carted their stuff off the stage. I could tell that the club was about to bring another band on, but I felt like something different, so instead the stage changed, a long spur jutting out into the crowd with a pole at the end, while the back wall became a curtain.
I had no intention of stripping, of course. I was already displaying most of what I had and the rest I'd show when I wanted to show it. But it didn't take much of a mental nudge from me to see most of the other girls in the place eagerly rush backstage.
As I'd desired, the club was auditioning for strippers that night, having just gotten a licence to operate as such. There was no stigma attached to performing, though I'd see to it that only girls with massive tits even bothered auditioning. With the club being so popular, and most of the women in the place having gone backstage, well, the average bust size at my school was about to go way up.
I had, of course, made sure that there was no stigma attached to the audition or the work. It was good money, and the girls used stage names anyway, so in the dimly-lit club it was hard to tell whether the stripper on stage was your girlfriend or just some random student.
I knew exactly what was happening in the dressing area. As the girls took off their clothes, they found their body hair vanishing for good. While they were nude, some of the club's new employees went about, applying make-up and other coloration, doing their hair, and so on. As the make-up was applied, it sank into their skin, while their eyelashes became permanently full and their eyebrows permanently plucked. All of them had lips that guys sometimes called "dick-sucking lips", in various colours. Their hair grew rapidly as the stylists worked, each girl's becoming a different shade and reaching roughly to their knees. In addition to the sapphire earrings all the girls found themselves sporting, each gained at least one piercing--some in the tongue or belly button, some on the nipples, while a few got theirs in their labia or clit--along with a tramp stamp of a woman holding the earth in one hand while blasting lightning from the other, something I had decided would be one of my personal symbols. The tattoo wouldn't be seen much behind all that hair, but it would always be there. If one were to look closely, one might see the image wink.
As they dressed in the provided clothes, each found herself growing as I'd planned. Tits became larger than heads, stomachs flattened and waists shrank down, while asses ballooned outwards, stretching their t-shirts and short shorts to the limit. When they put on their thigh-high rainbow-coloured latex zippered boots with six-inch heels--the heels were incongruously made of clear crystal, with no platforms--their feet altered so that they'd never feel comfortable in anything less. Even walking from their bed to put their shoes on would feel awful, as would trying to take a shower without the proper footwear.
It didn't take all that long, really, at least not to me. I'd knocked out another few guys who thought they could challenge a Goddess at drinking. After the third, the bartender insisted that I blow into their breathalyzer before he'd give me another double shot of tequila. I indulged him and, smiling, blew 0. He thought it was broken but all the guys I'd just beaten showed the sort of level they should have, so he did the only thing he could do--give me my double shot. I knocked it back and asked for the whole bottle.
The first girl came out shortly thereafter, tits stretching her top. She twirled as she walked out onto the spur, showing off her magnificent ass. As she completed the spin, two buckets of water drenched her, plastering her suddenly-transparent top to her tits. She peeled it off as she attempted to use the pole, but mostly just ended up dancing about on the stage while removing her shorts to show off her bare snatch.
After another few performances, there was one sure hire--she'd been a gymnast and still had all the flexibility. She couldn't go back to that, of course, so I made her boobs and butt bigger as compensation.
Andrea and Sheila came out, having decided to perform together. I'd gifted them more than most, of course, and as Candy and Mandy they peeled off each other's shirts and shorts. Their show was decidedly more erotic than the preceding ones, as they kissed, showing off their pierced tongues, then played with each other's nipples and pussies before heading off to great applause.
After that the prospective strippers didn't stop at just showing their goods. All of them masturbated a bit, and pairs and even trios came out, hoping to increase their chances of employment. Even two pairs of twins came out at various times, looking exactly alike, and everyone forgot about incest taboos as they ate each other out on stage.
Andrea and Sheila were hired, of course, along with the ex-gymnast, both pairs of twins and the four girls who'd come out together and done a daisy chain on stage. As they were announced, all of them felt their tits and asses growing, while their heels became nine inches high. They also gained white lace gloves, and diamond-tipped piercings everywhere one of the girls had gotten one. All the other girls got to keep their new bodies, of course.
I boosted my own heels to a full foot as I met them leaving the club.
"So, congratulations on getting in," I said.
"Yeah, I think it had something to do with us having the biggest tits in the house--" began Andrea.
"Second-biggest," corrected Sheila, eyeing my pair.
"--second-biggest tits in the house that did it, not to mention that we were the first to think of going out there together. Even those twins were originally going to perform separately."
"Well," I said, "just let me know when you're on. I wouldn't miss it for anything."
And, of course, I thought to myself as I felt myself in two places, walking with my friends and appreciating the performance of the other nine hires, all currently fucking each other with toys on the sex club's stage, I wouldn't even have to miss anything to do it.
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