Club Crush
#14 of Random Stuff
Music thumped and all outside was chaos. Writhing shadows silhouetted in splashes of neon lights while lasers cris-crossed over the wild crowd. The only thing that remained still was a glittering path leading out to the stage. The poles arranged there shined front and center. Erika was nearly hypnotized even from a brief glimpse while she clutched the curtains timidly. A striped ass as a Tigress wrapped herself around the pole in ways that seemed to defy gravity and skeletal structure alike.
Blinking herself out of the trance, Erika ducked back behind the curtains. The tan furred Mouse was short and stacked, but she was one of the few employees here not paid to show off her body. She dressed business casual for her backstage job, tucked away from the limelight. And running late as a glance at her watch revealed.
Erika scurried through the backstage, darting around and between the legs of the taller dancers while checking and rechecking the ream of tasks trusted to a lowly assistant. There were always some interesting private shows going on in the private rooms. Nowhere was freakier than her boss' office.
Marianne was a bulky, muscular Doberman lady clad in a black leather military uniform. It was open in the front to allow her torpedo tits to poke out, each with taped on X's at their peak. Under her skirt something big and thick enough to clap a Dragon's cheeks swayed with her steps.
Much like obedient soldiers, the strippers snapped to attention and stood rigidly aside for her to pass. Her eyes nearly sparkled when they fell on Erika, the mouse halfway shielding herself behind the clipboard.
"Evening, hun. How's everything going?"
"Running smoothly. A-As much as it can anyway," She said with a nervous laugh.
The Doberman lady eyed the mouse up and down, mincing over her.
"Erika. Erika with a K. Kind of sounds like a stage name," Marianne mused just loud enough to be heard.
Erika felt herself blushing. But thankfully her boss didn't dwell on it.
"Oh! I almost forgot. I need you to run down and tidy up Amy's dressing room. The cleaner called in sick today and we need her happy since she's one of our most popular ladies. Right now anyway,"
A wink over her shoulder as Marianne departed.
"Y-yes ma'am. I'll get it done right away," Her cheerful tone was completely opposite to the pit in her stomach.
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The dressing room was prepared quickly. All the fur oils, perfumes, powders and lipsticks arranged neatly in front of the big light-ringed mirror.
Pouring liquid and the clinking of glasses as Erika darted across a plank bridged between two stools of the minibar. The star of the evening was very particular about her choice of drink and required it to "work her magic". The mouse had just finished mixing the drink and scrambled into position near the door when it swung open.
Amy entered. The Maned Wolf cast a sour look at Erika from atop the characteristically long legs. She was clad in regular attire- jeans and a shiny black top. Still, it was obvious how she had managed to become one of the more popular dancers here. Her tits ballooned out several orders larger than her own head. Their size and roundness, along with perky nipples, was made even more remarkable in contrast to a lanky, thin body.
She accepted the wine glass while ignoring Erika's greeting. She examined the beverage for a long moment as if suspicious of it, green eyes flicking back to the mouse a couple times. But at long last she took a sip.
"Well, there's something in this glass. Not sure it's what I asked for but it'll have to do,"
She strode past Erika, leaving the glass sitting between the Mouse's ears. Erika grumbled as she carefully removed it, grimacing in irritation as a splash of alcohol splattered on her boob and began to worm its way down her cleavage.
Sheesh. You're welcome, Princess Skinnybitch She thought as Amy slipped through a clattering curtain of beads.
With her nipples cupped in ruby gemstones and a thong over her rear end, Amy fussed over herself in the mirror. Her tits knocked aside some bottles which clattered to the floor. Erika sighed inwardly thinking of how far under the tables she was going to have to venture.
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The end of her workday left Erika fairly close to sunrise, but she had a little bit to enjoy the last moments of the dark. Outside her window, the big city glittered in the night with her looking down from her balcony dressed only in a towel. She let it fall and her heavy tits hang out in the open, in front of countless potential eyes. Her dark nipples touched the glass, and she pressed her tits into them.
The thought of going on stage twisted her stomach. She gulped.
"Maybe..."
Maybe she could move like the Maned Wolf did. Amy's lanky, giant titted silhouette in front of a fan of pink lasers. The way her body moved, curves flowing over the crowd. A flourish of the bushy tail swishing over the round rump. Raising just to give a peek of the bundled pussy between long legs. Twisting herself around the pole, flexing lean muscles and dangling the giant tits before the hungry crowd.
"Er...probably not,"
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Erika's mind was still tossing the thought back and forth the next night. Distracted as she was, her foot caught on something that was just plopped down right in the middle of the backstage's main hallway. She shrieked as she tumbled down in a flurry of paperwork to end up face down, tits spilled out of her top and on the floor.
"Nice one,"
Moving tussled hair out of her face, the hooves of Andrea came into view as the Giraffe laughed from even higher on than usual. Stepping right over the Mouse, she clopped off down the hall as Erika shot an irritated look at a package that had tripped her.
"Now who the hell left this here?" She grumbled as she tore into the package.
Inside was a suitcase. Nestled within, a hunk of plastic that looked like a cross between laser cannon and telescope. A laser projector apparently. She scowled as she returned it to the suitcase and hefted it off toward the maintenance room where it should have been sent in the first place.
Marianne stepped out from one of the private rooms. Tonight the Doberman was dressed as a nurse- scantily clad, with a bulging of lacy panties emerging quite far from the hem. Delicate, thin white stalkings gripped bulging muscles in her thighs, looking ready to rip out at the smallest flex. The room she came from was a mockup of a hospital. A flood of white was pouring and plopping out of an MRI machine, along with something that looked like a soaked wet carpet flopping out on the floor. Erika would just pretend she didn't see that.
"Hm? What's that?" Marianne asked, stepping over to loom in front of Erika, "I was expecting another package. Let's have a look,"
Without giving Erika time to even answer, a beefy arm reached down to take the suitcase. Marianne opened it and a wicked smile crossed her muzzle- one that only her clients ever saw and few lived to describe it.
"Ah! This little gadget is going to be a lot of fun. Something very special that's been developed for a new kind of show I want to start putting on,"
The Doberman held her snout between two fingers, smirking down at the mouse. Erika breathed in, deep enough for the usual torrent of excuses. It wasn't the time, she was too shy. Not comfortable with it. Too nervous. Didn't know how to dance.
"How would you like to-"
"Yes,"
Erika's answer came like a rock through a window. Surprising both parties with the volume and confidence behind it. A leap like this wasn't going to be easy or quiet. Finally her feet were over that ledge.
"I knew you had it in you! Follow me. Let's get you prepared at once,"
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Before she knew it, Erika was standing in front of a dressing room mirror. Dressed like a slutty schoolmouse. A thin shirt tied over her tits, leaving her chubby belly visible and a plaid skirt that didn't cover much as it was draped over a thick set of ass cheeks. Practically more of a belt. No panties either, leaving cheeks bare in the back and her plump pussy up front which her skinny tail was woefully unprepared to cover.
With a deep breath, she stood up straight and bared herself fully in the reflection. It was time. She was ready. For a few seconds.
Then the confidence left her so suddenly that she gave an exasperated sigh and hung her head. She would have smacked her forehead on the table if her tits didn't cushion her.
"This isn't going to work. I'm gonna make a fool of myself," She grumbled.
In the silence, the thrum of the club's music filtered in. Muffled, but the vibration could still be felt in her tits where they made contact with the table.
Erika pushed herself up and looked once again at her heavy assets. Raised her arms behind her head, swayed her rear end back and forth. There was no way she could move with the agility of Amy, but she had plenty of T n' A to let bounce and jiggle in a dance of their own gravity.
It was just crazy enough to work. The light in her flicked back on, confidence roaring back in a surge.
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Barely clad in her new uniform, Erika entered the private room. A ring of blacklight illuminated the small stage and single golden pole at the center. Pulse quickened as she stepped up, clicking sharply on the shiny black heels she wore.
Her heart raced. All was in place except for the audience. She reached out, touched the pole and felt it slide smoothly up and down in her palm.
A beam of purple light flashed into existence, causing Erika to squeak in surprise. An odd static interference played through it, almost as if snow or dust were illuminated despite the air being perfectly clear. The beam swept down, settling right between the mouse's ears before it flickered and disappeared.
"Perfect,"
Marianne sat at the leather couch encircling the other half of the room, checking over the new laser projector. On the table in front of her was a bottle of wine and filled glass.
The light winked off and Erika gulped as she stood rigidly in front of her boss. A single pair of eyes on her. Unblinking, ethereal under the blacklight as they appraised her. An audience of one, but an audience all the same.
Then the door opened with a click. It was Andrea the Giraffe, clad in her usual black shiny thong.
Don't tell me this is my partner..ugh, suppose it could be worse with Amy working here
Andrea walked up to the stage, shooting Erika a look as if the Mouse was an annoying bug. She made sure to roll her eyes for emphasis while striding up, but was cheerful by the time she took her place and turned once more to face Marianne. She reached an arm over Erika's head, leaning against the pole.
"Now let me inform you ladies of my plans. I want to put on a show that really plays around with contrasts. Shortstack and tall bimbo- it's like yin and yang and all that. The crowd is wondering how you're going to interact with each other, right? Then we invert some expectations. Like so,"
With a flick, she activated the laser projector. The beam fell on Andrea's stomach and the Giraffe gave a slight gasp. Tingly, as if static was running through her fur, she looked at her hands. Then she began to shrink. Gradually at first, but the process quickly picked up speed.
Before Erika's and her own startled eyes, she shed her thong as she shed height. Down, past the Mouse's knees and then ankles. Soon she was standing in a pool of glowing purple as if it were a spotlight.
The projector shut off with a sharp click.
"Hm..A little smaller than I intended. Well, I'll get the hang of it eventually," Marianne said.
She noticed that Erika and to a lesser extent, Andrea, were both giving her questioning looks.
Marianne gestured, "I want you to finger her,"
Erika clapped a hand to her mouth, "Um! I don't think that's even really possible, ma'am!"
A shake of the Doberman's head, "No, not like that! I mean let her climb on your finger and use it like a pole. Sheesh, get your mind out of the gutter, girl!"
Mouse and Giraffe regarded each other. Erika did as instructed, reaching down with a finger sticking up. After some hesitation, Andrea grabbed on and was slowly lifted up to eye level. Using the Mouse's palm as a stage, she began a simple routine.
At a gesture to go on from Marianne, Erika let her mind wander. And then let her tits bounce, ass clap. Heat rose within her and her tail lashed out as she spun, slapping her own cheek. The thick mouse was growing feverish and excited. From the expression on Marianne's face, it was working. The show was impressing her boss, of all critics. Now to find some way to really make an impression.
Erika lifted the tiny Giraffe to her lips and planted a wet, sloppy kiss over her entire body at once. They puckered and the finger was sinking between them in a very suggestive manner. All Andrea could do was cling on for dear life as she was sucked in and out, soaked with saliva.
Slowly the finger brushed down between her tits, flopping out as the top was undone. Andrea disappeared between them. Then she was carried down across the soft stomach, to the Mouse's glistening pussy.
"Do it!" Marianne chanted.
Erika slipped the finger into herself and the Giraffe along with it. She gave a very tiny, squeaky shout of protest before being swallowed between the labia. Emerging once, soaked with another more viscous fluid. Back in, and..
Erika shouted with ecstasy, and her finger emerged without the shrunken Giraffe as an orgasm rocked her. Marianne gave her a standing ovation as Erika slumped to her knees to catch her breath, breasts heaving in the open air with rock hard nipples.
"Now that was a show! Honey, I think you're ready to follow Miss Legs on stage!"
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Amy strode out onto the stage with face smug, unimpressed. She gave a side eye to the Mouse peeking out from the curtains behind her. Figuring that once again, the little tit mouse was fidgeting with the idea of merely setting foot out here. A leg swung up, propping the back of her paw on the pole as Amy stretched herself out and presented her mesh covered pussy to the club. They approved. Some shouted drunken marriage proposals.
A look back over her shoulder told that Erika was still watching. Good- she'd really rub the crowd's admiration in the rat's face. She reached wide, hugging her own bust and squeezed it. Thumbing off the nipple cups, she then released her bare, pointy tits to bounce into their natural positions. Again, the cheers surged.
Crouching, she tugged on either side of her thong and bounced her pussy on a thin string. Straightening up to her full height, she reached as high as she could to grasp the pole. Pulling herself up, her legs swung out to an impressive span.
But then a light flashed. A purple beam settled right between her tits. A frown came to her face as she hopped down from the pole and walked up to the edge of the stage. Trying to see which jackass was playing pranks with the laser. Up in the booth overlooking the dance floor, she could see a tall and muscular figure, somebody built like a brick shithouse with tits. Marianne.
Her thong had suddenly become several sizes too large and it slid down her legs. The lights swirled. The floor rushed up, though not at an angle. It expanded so suddenly that it gave her a strong case of vertigo. Lights and shadows soared, stretching upward until everything towered over her.
The Maned Wolf gawked as she realized she was shrunken down. Sure enough, everything and every_one_ was giant now. And that would include-
A tremor slammed through the floor, a gargantuan clicking of heels coming up from behind her. Amy turned around in time to see the shiny heel come booming down again. And Erika didn't seem to be paying any mind to her path.
Jumping up and down, waving her arms was no use. She realized she couldn't even see the mouse's face over the outswell of her big jiggling titties. Tons of soft thigh swished under a short skirt. Again the shoe raised and a shadow swept over the Maned Wolf. Amy stumbled backwards, but now her own massive tits worked against her, too much momentum for the long skinny legs to handle and she tripped backwards.
In case it wasn't obvious, fate was not in the Maned Wolf's favor that night. Once towering over the Mouse, now only fitting to the bottom of her heels, even sprawled out as she was. The heel lowered in excruciating slow motion, yet Amy was moving about as fast. She simply couldn't scramble out of the way fast enough with the load on her chest she had to haul.
There was a brief instant in time where Amy was squeezed against the floor and heel. A split second to beg any available diety for help. There was no god that night, only a shortstack Mouse with fat titties and a couple mountain's worth of ass on top of her. The weight shifted fully onto the foot and the small squishy thing under it.
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Lights and noise. Writhing bodies. Thumping music. Erika was dizzy, navigating through a thunderstorm of sensations. The loud click of her footfalls slipped past her ears under the cacophony of the crowd.
It was hypnotizing her all over again. Just like those times she had dared to peek out from the curtains. Only now she was standing in front of all the admiration. The call of some eldritch being finally lured her out here.
And with one final step she arrived at the edge of the stage. Though not with a click. Rather, a crunch not too different from stepping on popcorn. Amy's tiny bones were pulverized under the Mouse's curves. The fat ass and wide breeding hips she had been jealous of, now bearing down on and destroying her.
Lifting her foot revealed a blood spatter on the glossy floor. A flattened mat of fur clung to the bottom of Erika's heel as if glued there. Red, black and some crimson. It peeled off slowly, plopping to the ground with a wet smack.
Did anybody see that? Hard to judge with the rowdy audience. Could one be screaming bloody murder? She gulped, but made no indication of what she had just done. She cirlced around in front of the crime scene and bent over. Hoping to distract the audience with her bouncing butt cheeks and naked tail raising over them to lash back and forth through the air.
Bent over in that position, she plucked the roughly round flat mess up by the tail and let it dangle in front of her eyes. The set of tits were the most recognizable feature, though they were now just big sagging pancakes. A couple droplets of milk leaked out.
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Erika looked mortified as she sat in the dressing room. It was going to be a closed envelope funeral for Amy. She jumped when the door burst open and Marianne strode through smiling madly.
"That was amazing," Marianne said, crossing her arms and sitting on the desk.
"Y-you saw..what happened?"
An enthusiastic nod, "Hell yes I did. Plenty of clients saw it too. I'm already getting phone calls to make arrangements..Oh, where's Amy?"
"You're sitting on her," Erika said, pointing.
The Doberman rose and peeled an even flatter Amy off the ass of her nurse's outfit. Basically just a disc of jellified matter at this point, thin as a piece of paper. Marianne shrugged and dropped the remains into a waste basket.
"Look, don't worry," Marianne said, placing a hand on Erika's shoulder, "I have connections. Your crushing career is just getting started. It's going to bring in big bucks too,"
For a long moment Erika was silent. But the hesitation wasn't so hard to get through this time. Tonight had propelled her so far out of her comfort zone, why stop now? She curled a lock of hair around a finger as a smile twitched onto her face.
"Normally, you'd have a long night of scheduling clients ahead of you. But I'm thinking this new position suits you better. Why don't you go home, get some rest,"
That sounded like a good idea. Erika was halfway out the door when a thought struck her.
"Oh god. I forgot about Andrea!"
"She's still up there, huh?"
The Mouse nodded as she felt along her stomach and pussy, spread the lips apart but no sign of the shrunken Giraffe to be seen. Marianne straightened the hem of her outfit.
"I think I know exactly what to do,"
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Erika lay back on the table, her feet in the stirrups and legs spread.
"This won't take but a moment,"
Marianne descended on the plump pussy held open with a metal device.
Somewhere in the Mouse's womb, Andrea was stuck to the pink walls. The Giraffe was bored in the hours she had been stuck here simply drifting within her new host.
All at once, blindingly bright light caused her to squint toward the slit entrance. As Andrea's eyes adjusted, she could see the shiny metal of foreceps approaching. She tried to swim or wriggle away from it, but none of these efforts proved any more effective than when she had first been sucked up here. The Mouse's womb was her prison and soon to be her tomb.
The foreceps closed, crushing both of her ankles. A scream of sheer blood curdling horror rose up in the womb. They tugged, pulling her legs off at the knees. The sadistic bitch of a Doberman was taking her time. She repeated the process with each arm. Andrea drew in a deep breath as the giant metal surfaces lined up to either side of her head. Her scream was cut off as they closed and flattened her skull.
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Marianne deposited the last piece of the Giraffe in the napkin. Then bundled the bloody smear up and tossed it into the trash, soon followed by the latex gloves she peeled off her hands.
She noticed the look Erika was giving her.
"What?"
"Did you just abort Andrea?"
"What did you think I was gonna do? There's no way to reverse the shrinking process. That ruthless bitch would have sued me into oblivion,"
Erika plopped her head back on the table. She stared at the ceiling for a moment of pause.
"I think I need a drink and Jesus," She said at last.
"Yeah this place will do that to you. Tomorrow's going to be even more butt fuck wild too. Your ass is going to make for a killer show,"