Whatever They Want

Even so, Lily hadn't debased herself like this in public before. She'd fucked behind bushes and in alleyways - who hadn't? - but splaying her legs and fisting herself was a whole new level for her. If she pulled out now, everyone would see the innermost depths of her cunt. Straight to the back, where her cervix laid, guarding her womb. Perhaps someone would take it as an invitation and join her on stage?

There were plenty of willing individuals. Her hazy eyes cast out over the audience, their attention divided between her and their genitals. A gangbang would net her plenty of tips for the night. Or all her current earnings would be stolen. Better to play it safe, she thought and continued to piston in and out from her snatch, parting its walls like a knife through butter. She went deeper until she bumped her cervix.

Electric darts of delight shocked her. Lily jerked and bucked her hips, moaning as money was dropped onto her. Some people had approached the stage for a better view. Her legs raised her crotch high as she attempted to force her elbow in as well. It wouldn't, but the effort was obvious. People cheered for her, some gave advice 'take your time' or 'just grit your teeth and go for it'. She ignored them all.

The DJ could be telling her to leave and she wouldn't hear it. This was her world. Lily pounded her cunt, moaning as it squelched around her fist. Her juices frothed and spilled, some splashing onto dollar bills. She ignored the cash, her hands enraptured by her body. One groped at the meagre tit. It felt huge in her bliss, the strap of leather tight and uncomfortable, but she continued. Her nipple poked through the thick material.

She hooked her fingers under the strap and pulled it up. It pealed from her sweaty flesh like a suction cup, forcing more blood into her swollen nipple, and freed her sticky, glossy chest. Lily found and pinched her tit, treating rough as she did to her pussy. Fresh shocks of bliss rampaged through her. Nerves and muscles all coalesced, then relaxed and spasmed as she reached the pinnacle.

"Fuck!" Lily cried as her legs went rigid, pushing her groin up for all to witness. A rush of fluids escaped her and splattered the stage. Stray drops rebounded onto her spectators. Her hand slipped from her cunt, which gaped and undulated around the open air, milking an imaginary cock of its seed. She held her posture for a moment, then fell as her muscles gave out.

"Come on," someone said and helped her up. Lily mumbled something back, but her entire body was numb to everything except pleasure, which zipped between her limbs like strays arcs of lightning. Her pussy tingled from its abuse, while her nipples throbbed and her ass ached for its own penetration.

She was sat down in her usual spot and saw herself. Lily didn't react at first, certain someone else was in front of her mirror. They looked incredible. The mirror was tall and level with her seat, casting a reflection of her entire form. But that couldn't be her looking back, touching her huge breast, cupping a bountiful ass cheek and squeezing it. She pinched nipple and jerked at the spike of pleasure. This was her.

Impossible though it seemed, the person looking back was her. The face was the same, flushed and wild-eyed though hers nonetheless, but from the collarbone down it could've been a stranger. She cupped her breasts in both hands, enraptured in how they squished and lifted and jiggled now. They hung just past her ribcage now and assumed a perfect, natural teardrop shape.

"You alright?"

"Huh?" Lily blinked and stopped stroking her now gorgeous hips, "Oh, yeah. Fine." She turned and saw Shana staring at her. It was different to last night, where they'd shared a simple grin, the kind reserved for co-workers, and parted ways. Shana's gaze held intent.

"You sure?"

"Absolutely," Lily answered, though her voice refused to raise above a breathless sigh, "Just got a little into it."

"No shit," Shana chuckled, a rare treat to anyone who knew her, "Looks like a good haul tonight."

"Yeah," Lily said and took her first look at the messy pile of green on her makeup table. Several bills were damp, but most were clean. A cursory look over revealed there to be several twenties mixed in, "Holy shit."

Shana grinned, "I'm heading home. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see ya," Lily said and watched the Jamaican beauty leave, with a subtle extra sway in her step, as though to entice someone, "Whatever was in that vial, I love it!"

She left soon after Shana and strolled to her apartment. It was close by, less a fifteen minute walk, but she took her time. Lilith's Row didn't sleep. Inhabitants strolled the streets at all hours, either as hookers looking for work, or as those looking for said hookers. Some just preferred the night air. It didn't matter why they were out, only that they could see Lily's new figure.

She didn't have anything that fit properly anymore. A tight shirt strained around her breasts, their lush shape and nipples obvious at a glance, and left her midriff on display. That part of her hadn't changed it seemed. Perhaps slightly trimmer, but she was always slim. Now, however, it was sandwiched between two voluptuous curves. She kept her hands bound to her sides, lest she indulge in the sway of her own hips.

Others noticed, of course. Clad in a pair of yoga pants, that now came to a stop halfway down her shins and looked ready to split around the arc of her ass, without a bra, she was every nightcrawler's dream. The brisk air didn't affect those who stopped and stared, their loins kept them warm, captivated by her new body. Though none of them knew her personally, perhaps a couple recognised her from the strip club, but no more. Some struck up conversation and flirted, but failed to woo her.

She was exhausted. Her excitement at discovering the expansion to her curves couldn't keep her going alone. Lily sighed as she stepped into her apartment building. The lobby was lightly furnished, a few couches spread throughout and a single receptionist. Few people lingered there, preferring to rush home with that evening's partners. It smelled of sex, though everything did in Lilith's Row.

Back home, Lily stripped and flopped onto her bed. It creaked under her new weight, though it sounded akin to a cheer to her, like it was overjoyed for her to finally have some fat. She curled under the covers and indulged in her body. Her fingertips traced across her skin, explored the mountaintops of her bust, circled the plumper nipples, caressed her ass and soother the light ache in her groin. Any other day and she would have masturbated, but exhaustion soon took her.

"Hey, Margaret!" Lily said and took a place at the bar.

"You're here early," the bartender said and came over. It was too early for any real business to take place. A stray patron dotted the space, nursing a glass of amber or sleeping off the night's excess. But Margaret never closed. She slept until midday, letting an employee take over, then returned. At two in the afternoon, she was bright-eyed and shocked. It didn't take a detective to know why.

"What happened?" She asked.

Lily giggled, "You like?"

"Of course, but I'd like an answer first."

"I got a little work done," Lily lied. If she said anything about the truth, though she had her doubts about it herself, then Margaret would go on a hunt for the stranger responsible. She looked after her customers, especially those who shared her bed on a semi-regular basis.

"Jesus, medial advancements are getting out of hand," Margaret said with a shake of her head. She didn't need any work done. She was a portrait of matronly beauty, a mother of three, her body bore the fruits of that labour. Any plastic surgery would mar her appearance.

"Tell me about it." Lily leaned forward, pressing her new bust against the bar, a sensual smirk stretched across her face. It was warm for an Autumn day, as such she wore a sleeveless, low-cut top that displayed her new tits, and a pair of shorts. They were a few sizes too small now, but managed to fit. A giggle fluttered in her chest at the thought of buying new clothes.

"So, what brings you here so early?" Margaret asked, mimicking her.

"I was wondering if you wanted a little fun?"

"Insatiable," Margaret chuckled, "I figured you'd be bedridden for a couple of days."

"I feel great," Lily said. She didn't have any right to, considering what Margaret had put her through, then performing as she had last night, but she did. Nothing ached or felt stiff. All that was different to her usual state was a sultry heat between her thighs, though some would argue otherwise. She needed a good fuck.

"And you want me to change that?" Margaret asked, eyebrow arched and expectant.

"Oh, yes," Lily said.

"Shame, the rush is about to begin."

"What?" As Lily asked that, the doors burst open and people poured in, one after the other, until they surrounded her and Margaret.

"Sorry, sweetheart. If you're still up for it, come back tonight, okay?" Margaret left to tend her new guests, calling on a few people in the back. All eyes followed her, before they stumbled upon Lily. A heat built in her chest and sides once more, then spilled into her crotch as well. She brushed a strand of her oil-black hair from her face and left, intent on finding a good lay.

Her search failed. Everyone was either exhausted, hungover or already preoccupied with someone. People stared and lusted after her, but none acted upon it. Her body burned throughout the day, as if she was sick, yet she didn't have any symptoms. None that she could find. Unsatiated and hot, Lily went to work that night. Perhaps the crowd would join her this time?

"Hi."

Lily started at the greeting. Most girls at the club were quiet before their dance, as if they couldn't believe they had fallen so far. A bigger surprise was that Shana had greeted her.

"Hi," Lily said, concealing her disbelief. The heat in her chest grew as Shana's eyes travelled across it, her nipples hardened, as if trying to capture the ebony-skinned beauty's attention.

"How're you feeling today?" Shana asked. They moved to the makeup chairs and sat. The stools were too small for their hips, as Lily's spilled over the sides. Were they that wide last night, she wondered but shook it off. Almost every inch of her body was alien to her now, of course she wouldn't remember things correctly.

"Pretty good. Horny though. Couldn't get a good lay earlier," Lily said.

"Shame," Shana intoned as she swiped a brush across her face. She didn't need it. Not one speck of makeup needed to touch her splendour. Not the glossy red lipstick, not the foundation, not the eyeliner. Nothing.

Lily did. She had thought so, at least. She turned to her own mirror, intent on getting ready and studied her face, hunting for the regular areas she touched up. They weren't there. She leaned in but saw none of her usual flaws. The faint scar from fifth grade was gone, as was the unseemly splotch of darker skin on her right cheek, even the askew tilt of her jawline had vanished. How powerful was that vial?

"What is it?" Shana asked, leaning over. She had finished and was painting vague tribal markings on her flesh. Sad though it was, most people jumped to the conclusion that she was African, not that her dancing helped. She was primal, a being lost in time, brought there to entertain the masses with movements no self-respecting dancer would perform.

"Nothing," Lily whispered. She cleared her throat and tried again, "Nothing."

"Doesn't look like nothing to me," Shana said, gaze firm on the reflection. They were opposites. Lily's mother was Japanese, the stereotypical pale skinned, black haired beauty most thought of, and those traits and her father's large, expressive eyes passed down to her. Before last night, she was the slender, athletic type. A twig compared to Shana's form.

Now their curves were close to par. Shana had the advantage, her breasts a cup size larger and hips several inches wider, and she sagged in all the right places. Her boobs hung in the loose tank top she wore, stretching it tight and exposing a few inches of cleavage, while her rear sprung out like two globes of glorious pudding. Lily shuddered to think how often Shana worked out to keep her ass in such shape.

"What do you mean?"

Shana grinned and retreated to behind Lily, pressing their bodies close, "Do I have to explain?"

"Yes, please," Lily answered. She stared at the reflection of Shana's eyes, caught in the gleaming pools of brown. Something in them controlled her, demanded that she melt into Shana's wishes. Was it the subtle twitch of her eyelid, or the unblinking gaze? Perhaps something else, though she didn't care. Lily was happy to let this staggering woman have her way.

"Hmm, not here," Shana said and slid away, rising elegantly to stand at her full height. She towered over Lily when they stood, with the half-Asian seated her co-worker was a giant.

"Then where?" Lily asked and cringed inwardly. She had sounded desperate, a tactic that never worked on Shana. It seemed she was after a stronger woman, someone who could match her. But who could?

"I'll tell you after work," Shana said with a wink. They fell into silence afterwards, with Lily stealing fervent glances of the enigma beside her. She couldn't sit still. Anticipation flowed through her veins as thickly as her lust did. It soaked her pussy, made her thighs rub one another in a covert attempt at pleasuring herself, and stoked the persistent flame in her body.

"Lily?"

"Hmm?" Lily jerked to attention and stilled her thighs. One of the other girls was behind her, holding a bundle of clothes.

"Boss wants you to wear this tonight." She placed the bundle beside Lily and left the room as her name was called out. The cheers were half-hearted at best. Most of the customers were waiting for their main event; Shana. Said main event relaxed into her stool, reading a thick book and idly touching up her markings. She paid no mind to anyone around her, not even Lily, who stood and stripped.

No one was shy at The Devil's Shakes. If they were, it didn't last. Nudity was as common there as clothes were on a cold day. Lily had started out as one of the shy girls. She blushed the first time she saw the others stripping in plain view of her, despite their knowledge that she swung both ways. Others would even join in, sometimes teasing their fellow stripper with occasional licks, kisses or full-on gropes. Sometimes they went all the way.

Lily unfurled the garments handed to her. It was a one-piece swimsuit, like those she heard about in Japan. She shrugged and put it on. Clothing meant little as a stripper, they'd just get taken off to reveal her skin in all its glory. Though the swimsuit did a good job all its own, she thought as she studied herself.

It clutched her skin like paint. Dark blue conformed to her curves, stretched taut by her figure. It had been modified, as it bared her thighs and a healthy dose of ass, while the crotch was cut thin and sank between her vulva. The chest stretched to its limits around her bust, to the point that a glimpse of her areolae peaked out. She was almost afraid it would tear if she wasn't careful. Though that was probably the point, she thought.

Shana performed and left the stage. Her outfit, what remained of it, had dozens of bills strapped to her waist. An unusual sight, as she tended to come in with hundreds on an average day. Which meant Lily would see far less. She sighed as the DJ announced her, then jumped at the roar of applause she received. Money was thrown her way with abandon, as if it meant nothing so long as she came out.

She did. Lily sauntered into the stage light, breasts bouncing in their tight prison, while the swimsuit sank into the cleft of her bodacious ass. A powerful heat flooded her, but she ignored it, placing the blame on the outdated lighting, and began her dance.

It was a strange and wonderful experience. Her curves carried her in ways her old form couldn't. Their weight exaggerated her spins, her ass pulled her squats lower and both made the pole feel smaller than ever. The swimsuit groaned at every move, it creaked and tightened around her, as if it were shrinking, around her crotch especially. Her breaths came in laboured pants, yet she danced on.

Dollar bills kept falling, so she kept going. That's all she could do. If it got much tighter, she would take it off. Simple.

Then the noise of the crowd died down. The flow of money ceased and their stares of enraptured lust turned to confused desire. What were they looking at? Lily tried to follow their gaze but couldn't stop her dance. The manager was nice as one could be in that business; he had his limits, and stopping a dance midway was one of them. She went on, even as the swimsuit became tighter and tighter. It got to the point that it reminded her of a boa constrictor.

She had to take it off. Her hips kept moving, swaying in erotic circles that accentuated her new bountiful ass and the blatant shape of her pussy, while her hands hooked into the top and pulled. That got the crowd back into it. Whatever made them go quiet seemed gone as they cheered and threw money at her.

"Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!" They cried. Lily grunted with effort, though the suit held strong. What kind of material was it? She pulled and pulled, arms straining.

"It'd be a lot easier if your tits were bigger!" Someone heckled. Others laughed and agreed. Lily yelled in success as the swimsuit tore down her middle. Its sides hooked onto her nipples to offer a valley of inner-boob. She panted at the relief, though her groin was still uncomfortable as ever. A few seconds passed and she resumed her dance.

More money was thrown her way. Why? Lily had watched Shana's dance, a performance she would gladly have thrown her entire wallet at, yet these people seemed captivated not by the Jamaican goddess, but her; Lily Rose. That couldn't be right. Yes, her body was curvy now but not to the same level. And Shana was... she was stunning. In every sense of the word. She dazzled those who saw her, blinded them with her mere presence and silenced their thoughts with a simple glance.

Lily had none of those. She was a good dancer, she was hot and a great lay, but she lacked that. Though what 'that' meant exactly was lost to her. Still the patrons hailed her name. It wasn't naivety, hers had died long ago. Perhaps ignorance played a factor. Maybe she had everything Shana did now and didn't realise it?

She turned and glanced to the door leading back stage. Shana stood there, watching. Another rare sight. What was she thinking though, Lily wondered but pushed it aside. The DJ's mike clicked on.

"All right, all right, all right, Thorny Rose's time is almost over. Empty your pockets ladies and gentlemen if you want another huge finish!"

What could she do to top the last two? She slid both her hands down her body and cupped her ass. The swimsuit rubbed against her sphincter, the supple ring of muscles burned from the friction and a desire to be filled. Lily was a college kid's dream a few years back. She adored taking a few fingers or a cock up her ass. Even a fist on a few occasions.

She moaned at the memory of how her insides had burned. The pain had been exquisite, a mixture of sharp stabs and dull aches both interwoven with a bliss few people could comprehend. Then her partners would move, and the ecstatic agony returned. Their hands or cocks ploughed her insides, venturing deeper into the untravelled lands of her bowels. One such fucking sounded perfect, even if she had to perform it herself.

Lily sank to her hands and knees. She leaned against the pole, pushed her hips out and forced the swimsuit to the side. The flood of relief in her crotch was accompanied a strange, flopping sensation. She ignored it, though, and shoved her fingers into her mouth, gagging on purpose to coat them in her spit. People watched, enraptured, as she circled her puckered hole. It accepted a finger with ease. And the second and third. Her pinkie took some effort but slid in all the same.