Attention Getters
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Attention Getters, by DragonMasterX.
Lucy always had had a thing for attention, but she hadn't always been on the receiving end of the kind of attention she craved. Since little, Lucy had to deal with abusive step-father and a mother who had turned way too self-indulgent to care anymore. Being an only child in a broken home, Lucy used to spend most of her time away from her family working on rhythmic gymnastics and watching street performers. But more than anything, Lucy had memories of when she was a child and her father was alive and her family was complete, having been taken to circuses and dazzled by the beautiful acrobats flying like birds through the air. The lauding, the applause, the cheer of roaring crowds was where it was at for her. She wanted to be a performer.
Unfortunately, Lucy received neither blessing nor support from her family growing up. She had been constantly forced to sit down and listen to lectures by her step-father about how she had to study hard and get into a good university. "Forget about that silly pipe-dream, kid!" her step-father would cruelly yell at her, "Performers don't bring in money. They're just fools that like to jump around for a cheap laugh!" He made her cry and sob through the nights when she thought about the unfairness of it all. Lucy didn't have any interest in educating herself past high-school, all she wanted was to shine as a star.
As a teenager, Lucy had no boyfriend, and every girl ousted her for preferring training all day and talking about joining a circus someday. One day, Lucy could simply not tell herself that she was happy. She could not continue as she was anymore. School life wasn't particularly hard, but it was made hell by the bullies and her uncaring family. As a result of her unhappiness, her performance wasn't getting anywhere. Living in a small town also gave her little room for private practice, and the social scrutiny towards her acrobatics only stabbed at her shyness; she wanted to woo her audience, not to be poked fun at. The only escape from that poor reality became following live shows and performances whenever she had the chance, which sometimes helped pump her up to do her best. She would go out to watch her favorite shows and just lose herself in amazement, then come back home to discuss what she had seen online, her one portal to like-minded people.
Lately however, her ritual had started to become less and less effective. The pressure from her step-father was starting to become unbearable. He had noticed her grades dropping, unaware that she couldn't focus because of her depression, and had chastised her for it in more than one occasion, but now he had gone so far as to prohibit her outings. Lucy had tried throwing a fit, but that cost the internet connection, an alleged solution to her attitude problem by her step-dad. At that point, Lucy had had enough. One day, she took the decision to finish school earlier than planned by completely ditching everything.
Lucy spent weeks drifting around. At the start, the money she had saved up from small jobs here and there wasn't nearly enough to keep her fed forever, but shelter was draining her purse the fastest. She went from place to place applying for jobs, but only a few of them were willing to take an under-graduate. Like this, Lucy kept moving ahead with her aiming to reach a big city where she was guaranteed to find at least a theater where she could work at and then slowly move up along the ladder. Fortunately, she wasn't bad at most things her short-lived jobs required her to do, and her resolve kept her diligent; within a couple months she had saved enough to pay for tutoring in the big city. Sadly, she ran into the same roadblock as before: Without a high-school diploma, getting tertiary education was only a dream.
Disappointed and depressed, she was ready to give up and to go back home and finish school properly, but before returning she had scheduled to visit Fletcher's Circus. Of all the circuses Lucy had been to, Fletcher's tent was the largest she had seen yet. In an age of televised and live-streamed entertainment, it was hard for circuses to compete in the world of show and entertainment, but Fletcher's appeared to be doing well on its own, driving people inside in doves. "No wonder this place is so popular! Look at the magicians, they're so skilled! The clowns are so funny too and the animal tamers so brave and professional... but where are the acrobats?" Lucy wondered to herself, the peculiarity giving rise to her curiosity.
She considered herself a shy girl, but a tingle in her heart gave her the courage to approach Fletcher himself, the ringleader of the circus after a show. It was then that Lucy learned their acrobat had started a family and left after getting pregnant, so even if their stage was ready for an acrobat, the performer's spot had been left open. Never in her wildest dreams had Lucy been able to conceive such a perfect moment. It was then that casual conversation was turned into a job interview when Lucy showed her unrefined but enthusiastic moves to the ringleader, who was thorough in his scrutiny but nice in his approach to critique.
"Well, dear Lucy!" he exclaimed after watching her somersault in mid-air and do a split, "That is quite impressive. Although I do not have the habit to question my performers about their past, understand that you're young so I would like to at least know if you have permission from your parents to join my circus."
Lucy's mood became sullen, her stomach feeling heavy all of a sudden. Part of her wanted to be honest to the ringleader, but the more realistic side said she should seize the chance; after all, Lucy had managed to impress Fletcher so far! "I uhm... I can't go back home." She finally said. At that moment, Lucy saw Fletcher put his top hat down on the crate he was using to sit down on, revealing his balding head.
"Lucy, did you run away from your parents?" Fletcher asked with sudden trepidation, his baby blue eyes full of concern.
"I-I'm not really here to look for pity, sir. Not at all!" the girl shook her hands defensively as she saw the man rub under his chin while staring directly at her. "It's just... being a performer has been my life dream! And I think I could learn so much and maybe... maybe grow into a great acrobat!"
Fletcher folded his arm and crossed a leg over another, still intently staring at Lucy. "You actually remind me of myself." He finally smiled.
"Come again?" Lucy's eyebrows arched up together.
"Well, hah," Fletcher stopped himself with a small chuckle, "You remind me a little about myself when I was young. I wanted to be an acrobat too, but unlike you, I had no talent for it. I had watched so many performances and talked to so many great acrobats though that I suddenly found myself thinking I could become a trainer. And I did! One thing led to another and well, here I am."
"Uhm... great tale, sir, but aside the start of it, what's that got to do with me?" Lucy nervously asked, having failed to make the connection. Fletcher gave her a kind smile and gestured with his index finger pointing at her before it pointed up.
"That regardless of where you're coming from, dear Lucy, you decide where you end up in the end." It was in Fletcher's grin that the comment gleamed back at the young girl, who felt a tingle run up her spine the more she thought about the full sentence.
But then the many significances that the ringleader's comment could've taken the form of coalesced into a single recurring thought. "So... can I join?" Lucy finally asked.
"Hah, perhaps. Do you think you can take my training though? I might look nice, but I'm a very strict teacher!"
Lucy grinned and clapped her hands together, "I'll do anything you say, sir! Please let me have the job!"
"That's what I like to hear! Alright dear. You have the job. We can begin training tomorrow, and I'll introduce you to the rest of the troupe later, but promise me two things."
"Yes?"
"First, have fun. It's my belief that my employees do their best when they're happy about what they do!" Fletcher explained as he stood up and flipped his top-hat back on, ready to exit the main tent's backstage. "Follow me."
"Yes, of course!" Lucy stood up and quickly followed after the ringleader. "What's the second promise, sir?"
"Hah, don't call me sir anymore. Call me Fletcher like everyone else does," he turned to wink at her newest recruit. Lucy watched Fletcher open the curtain to their improvised backyard where the rest of the smaller tents and vans were. The public long gone, only the performers and the rest of the staff were left there. "Now, say hi to your new friends!"
And that's how Lucy became part of Fletcher's Circus' troupe. It took her a couple of weeks of intensive training to get to show level, but Fletcher's training put Lucy into the perfect shape and gave her all the necessary tools and techniques to bring out the acrobat in her. She made fast friends with the rest of the performers too, and even learned that some of them were in similar circumstances to hers, having run away from home or simply had been picked up by Fletcher after discovering that they did not have a home to return to in the first place. Lucy learned of Fletcher's kindness and decided to devote herself to her teacher, wanting nothing else but to be the best of the best.
And so time passed...
"Look Mark, I'm so good at it that I finished school earlier than you thought!" Lucy said with a mocking tone as she recounted the events of the day she had decided to run away from her previous cozy but unappealing life. Her friends Julian the lion tamer and Sarah the fortuneteller laughed together, gathered with Lucy for dinner.
"Sounds like you taught him the more important lesson right? Don't underestimate you," Julian grinned while popping a potato chip in his mouth.
"You know, at first I thought I'd made a mistake. Finding jobs was really hard without a piece of paper saying that knowing calculus would let me flip burgers, but if I hadn't done what I did, I wouldn't have met Fletcher or you guys!" Lucy giggled, Julian cheering with his glass of soda while Sarah gave a small nod and a quiet smile. Within the year of performing and assisting alongside her troupe, Lucy had come to know several interesting characters, but none of them was more intriguing than her best friend Sarah.
The meek looking fortuneteller had her own tent outside the main one for those curious in the astral secrets and compatibilities as well as mystical aid, plus it was rumored that whenever Sarah showed her cute face under the hood and veil the male customers became recurring ones wherever they went. Lucy could relate to Sarah the most because as the acrobat had learned, the mystic had run away from an abusive home after she had been accused of witchcraft by the neighbors. Lucy always laughed at Sarah's stories to make light of their situation, which worked to bring that small gentle smile on the fortuneteller's doll-face. Being of similar age and circumstance, they knew they could only count on Fletcher and each other to survive; plus they had to follow the first promise Fletcher had made them swear!
"Soooo, Sarah!" Julian suddenly sat down next to the shorter mystic with the potato chip bag flapping in his right hand, "There's no day show tomorrow and I hear they have a pretty interesting zoo in this city! Wanna go with me?" the handsome animal tamer Julian was advertised to be a heart-breaker with the ladies, and it usually worked to draw female attention, but everyone within the troupe knew the boy had something for the little and mysterious fortuneteller. So far though, the answer had always been the same.
"Ahh... to be honest, tomorrow we're going to be performing a ritual to help Lucy's performance, Julian. I'm sorry." Sarah bowed her head in disappointment.
"Man! When are you going to stop giving me the cold shoulder?" Julian laughed and shrugged, already used to being rejected. Lucy could only chuckle.
"Sorry Romeo, but you know the rules; BFF comes before toucans!" Julian rolled his eyes at the statement, but Lucy couldn't take the grin off her face. Throughout her life she had never had any real friends, so being able to claim she had a "bestie" was an opportunity she never missed to take, as she treasured the bonds she had made within the troupe more than anything.
"Yeah yeah. But seriously, a ritual for YOUR performance, Lucy? Really?" Julian raised an eyebrow while munching through more potato chips, offering the rest of his bag to Sarah who accepted them. "Don't tell me you're STILL unsatisfied with your progress? Heck, I've never gotten a rose thrown at my feet before and I think I'm pretty good!" he laughed, making Lucy blush.
"I owe it all to Fletcher, you know." The acrobat bashfully twiddled her fingers together, making Sarah's smile grow as it was rare to see Lucy show vulnerability. "But even he says he's taught me everything he knows already and... I think I can do more!"
Julian shrugged. "You mean like getting a whole truck from a plant shop? Oww!" he got punched on the arm by Lucy.
"Don't be silly. It's not about making me the star anymore. I really want the circus to thrive, and I have to do my part!"
"I still think you're good enough," Julian nudged Sarah with a grin, "You think so too right Sarah?" The fortuneteller seemed to shrink as she held her drink with both hands and bowed her head.
"Y-yeah, I think Lucy's the best, I mean... her acrobatics are amazing!"
"Aw, you guys. You bring in more people on your own than I do, heh. But thanks," Lucy relaxed on her seat, feeling at ease again. But then something occurred to her: "Hold on, you're not cancelling on me, are you Sarah?"
"Ah! No no. It's just... well; it's a ritual I've never performed before! I'm not sure if it can make you better per se..." Sarah explained while averting her gaze from the acrobat, "I already told you it's a very old book. I can barely make out the lettering anymore."
"Well I'm sure if there's anybody that can perform magic then it's you, Sarah! Haha. I'll do anything to be the best I can be!" Lucy cheered while pumping her fist up in the air, followed by Julian who raised his glass in cheer. Sarah did the same, but even she was skeptical about what Lucy had talked her into doing.
A week earlier, Lucy had become slightly depressed over the fact her ability hadn't shown any improvement as of late. Sarah, in an attempt to cheer the hard-working acrobat, told her that it was believed that working on one's faith in the astral could have effects on one's abilities, as far as to bring out one's true potential. Before Sarah could elaborate further, Lucy had nearly pounced her, almost begging her to teach her how to do that. "It's not something I can teach, but maybe if I performed a ritual I could help you..." Outside of her customers, Sarah had never expected anyone else to believe in her mystical advice, but now that she was under compromise the fortuneteller had consulted each and every book in her library to try and find anything capable of helping her best friend. Sarah wanted Lucy to succeed; after all, she admired her and loved to watch her perform. And so, they set a Wednesday as the day for the ritual. Sarah wasn't very confident about it, but if it gave Lucy even a shred of confidence to renew her passion then Sarah would be happy about it.
And so the day came...
Making her way over to Sarah's tent, Lucy smiled at the starry design over the midnight-blue tent that she had helped paint. The design gave it a real "fortuneteller-y" vibe according to Julian, who had insisted on the design. The inside was just as mystic-looking, the leftover scent of incense always present which made it always pleasant and relaxing to visit Sarah. "Huh? How come you're dressed in your dress and veil, Sarah? You're not on the clock."
"You look awfully tired, Lucy," Sarah mentioned as she turned around to greet her friend, but met Lucy's face in disarray instead. "You're super early too... did you even wash your face?"
"I was so excited I couldn't catch a single Z." Lucy giggled and skipped forwards to hug the shorter fortuneteller, who blushed beneath the veil, unused to physical contact. "Now how come you're dressed like that? It's hot today."
Sarah broke the hug and looked up with a small grin, "Well if I'm going to be performing a ritual I better look the part, right? Though to be honest I uhm..."
"What is it?"
"Not entirely sure this will work. It's probably all a big hoax and you know it. You don't even need a ritual; you're the best of all of us Lucy!" Sarah thought to herself, "Or so I want to say. But she's so sleep-deprived and pumped about this that I'll just irk her if I back off now. " She looked back to her round table, mantled with a design similar to her tent's and a crystal ball at its center.
"Oh, is that where you got the spell? Sweet! Oh damn it looks moldy." There was a big old book by the sphere, its title written in no language Lucy had ever seen. Sarah giggled.
"It's the oldest one among the bunch I brought from home. Spent the good part of three years trying to decipher its pages. I think I'm getting close! Well, close enough to what I'd like anyway."
"So is this like a magic book, for real?" Lucy crouched by the table, her dark eyes focused on the worn pages.
"Like a curious kitten," Sarah thought to herself with a sigh, approaching her overeager friend, "I've never tried to use any spell in it. That's why I was thinking maybe it's not a good idea..."
"Nonsense! Your fortunes always come true; you've gotten calls from satisfied clients before haven't you?"
Lucy's argument made Sarah return a wry smile, "I don't think this is quite the same thing, Lucy."
"Well, try it then! If it makes me worse than I am then I'll just train to get back in shape."
"Let no one ever say you lack an inordinate amount of confidence," Sarah thought with a small laugh, then nodded, "Fine. Please sit down across from me."
"Like this, right?" Lucy nodded and aligned herself by sitting down on a stool and dragging it slightly, having already seen and been part of Sarah's fortunetelling services so she knew the norms. Sarah nodded, already sitting down, and extended her arms over her crystal ball with the moldy tome open in front of her.
"Now close your eyes and focus on what you want for yourself, Lucy." Once Lucy had obeyed, Sarah began to recite an incantation in low voice, reading the normally-unintelligible characters on the book as if they were actual words. Having already memorized the spell in preparation however, Sarah closed her eyes to focus. "Channel our energy into the catalyst and call upon the mystic force..." the fortuneteller murmured as she remembered the proper form.
Unaware of what was actually happening, the two friends became lost in their own thoughts as vapor began to appear inside the crystal sphere in the center of the table. The odd symbols on Sarah's book started lighting up one by one as she continued to chant. Lucy's anxiety was getting the better of her, but she kept her eyes closed. "Is it done yet?"
"Shush, you're distracting me," Sarah instantly shot back. The crystal ball had begun to glow and emit several little sparks which silently floated above Lucy. Blue symbols with the shape of the strange book's letters began to come out of it and combine with the sparks, creating little blue bubbles that one by one descended unto Lucy. The recipient however could not feel any of them do their thing, and each bubble that touched skin was instantly absorbed into Lucy's body. The process continued for a solid minute before Sarah's voice began to strain. And just as the two girls opened their eyes, and the chanting stopped, the eerie spectacle above their heads stopped. "I think that's it."
"Huh, really? I don't feel any different!" Lucy blinked. Sarah returned a nervous smile as she tried to come up with a good excuse.
"W-well, you haven't tried it out yet. Maybe during tonight's show...?"
"You're right!" Lucy stood up and dramatically slammed her hands on the table, "Oh man! I'm going to go warm up right now!"
"B-but Lucy! It's still 7 AM, shouldn't you have some breakfast first and... sleep a bit for that matter?!"
"Oh psh. Fine. I'll do that. Thanks a lot for your help Sarah!" an excited Lucy seized Sarah's hands with hers with a sunny smile. "You're always backing me up. I'm so dedicating tonight's show to you, hehe!"
"R-right! No problem, haha..." Sarah laughed nervously, blushing again but trying to retain her composure. "J-just don't go crazy with the warm-ups okay?! There's a lot of time until 6 PM!"
"Hoo, look at that audience tonight!" Lucy whistled from the highest point in the main tent. Julian was making the crowd go wild down there, "Sheesh, that boy sure knows how to show off; can't fall behind. I've got Sarah's ritual backing me up!" she confidently thought, psyching herself by breathing in and out deeply, but had to stop due to a slight discomfort in her upper body. "Ugh, don't tell me Nana washed this in hot water..."
The acrobat's outfit consisted of form-fitting spandex, so it was always comfortable and aerodynamic, skin-colored to draw attention to her sleek shape. Today however it felt like Lucy had picked someone else's, it didn't feel right on her frame. "Hmmph, well I'll check this out later, looks like I'm up!"
The usual presentation preceded the audience's cheerful roars for entertainment, prompting Lucy approach the edge of her platform before giving a wave. "Heh, time to give them what they want!"
Like a dancer with the grace of a swan, Lucy's performance had her fly from aerial hoop to hoop, contorting her body around them as if she was liquid flowing along the equipment. The acrobat felt no different than usual at the start, jumping from perch to perch, swinging herself with the agility of a leaping feline. That was until she began with the riskier moves, displaying her full aerialist repertoire by gliding along obstacles using only swings and hoops with her feet. The moves required a great deal of stamina as well as lower-body strength, which resulted in her being unable to pull off more than a few per show. Today however her movements felt more and more precise, less taxing, and overall more efficient.
Lucy felt like she was literally flying. It was like the obstacles weren't there, that the hoops and swings were simply extensions of her body she had but to command. Lucy felt each contortion come naturally and she wooed the audience with mid-air splits and grabs, multi-spins and twists; it was like watching a snake coil around metal each time she caught a hoop! And Lucy would've easily continued with her show, momentarily drunk with the excitement over the energy welling inside her had it not been for the fact she heard a rip in her outfit. "Oh damn! N-not now, not when I'm doing so well...!" The prospect of a wardrobe malfunction in the middle of a show wasn't at all what she pictured for her grand ascension, so Lucy decided to cut it short. She had, after all, already gone over the call of duty for her own discipline.
After a strategic landing and a quick bow, Lucy's haste died out when suddenly the public stood up in ovation. An arm under the top of her tearing leotard and another about to slide down the ladder to get away, Lucy gasped when she heard the loudest cheer of her career yet. Her thoughts diluted with the sight of all those clapping hands and the multitude of flashes blinking from cameras. "Did we do it? Damn, I think we did! Sarah you're a genius!" Lucy happily grinned as she waved her hand at the audience, sending kiss after kiss before she quickly brought up a hand to her outfit when she felt the spandex groan around her hips. "Sheesh, you'd think you could last a little longer!" she complained in her head before giving one last bow and disappearing from the scene, but not before sending every reflector light down on Sarah, who had been looking at the show at ground level. "And this one goes to my best friend Sarah; don't forget to check on her for your fortune!" Startled and surprised, the meek fortuneteller could only lightly wave at the audience as they continued to cheer, the spectacle so far a success.
Sarah had wanted to congratulate Lucy herself, but her friend dashed past the staff with blinding speed, almost as if she was running away. "Lucy!" she tried calling, but didn't get a response. The acrobat's running also looked very weird; Lucy had sped through with an arm over her chest and a hand over her thighs with a worried expression on her face. "I wonder if she had to go to the bathroom..." she worried, deciding to check up on her friend. But Sarah had no luck finding Lucy in the women's restroom, so she tried to go to the trailer Lucy shared with Nana, the troupe's prestidigitator. The door was locked, and nobody answered to Sarah's calls: "Lucy? It's okay, it's Sarah!"
"A-ahh, L-Sarah, sorry!" Lucy was heard stuttering from within, "I think I spun one too many times back there. Suddenly got sick!"
"Oh, poor girl. Do you want me to get you anything?"
"N-no, it's okay!" the acrobat quickly said, "Think I'm going to turn in early tonight. Wish everyone else luck for me, see you tomorrow!"
Sarah frowned past her transparent veil, clutching one of her blonde bangs in worry, but decided not to press it and instead focused on a happier thought. "Well, thank you for the shout-out earlier. I don't usually get that much attention, and even if I got it because of you, I was really moved..." There was no response to Sarah's words of appreciation, but after having actually managed to speak out her mind, she was satisfied. "Sleep well, Lucy!" she said before leaving, unaware that there wasn't going to be sleep at all.
"I'm not sick at all," Lucy told herself while hugging her mid-section, "I feel fantastic!" she stifled a moan, "But I can't tell why! It's like that sudden warmth I get during rehearsals and shows, except it never died down after the performance!" Lucy could feel a strange tingling in her extremities, also inundating her senses with extreme pleasure. It was like she was on fire. The aerialist acrobat's usually form-fitting leotard felt incredibly constricting, like it was a size too small overall; Lucy wanted to tear the spandex right off. She turned around and practically smashed her back against the wall of her small and cluttered room, which was basically the same as Nana's but a curtain divided their areas granting them privacy. Nana was busy with her own show, and she wouldn't be around for a while, but Lucy all the same couldn't bring herself to scream from the overwhelming sensations hitting her pleasure center.
The experience truly was like she had never left the stage. The elasticity of her trained limbs and muscles was the key point to Lucy's performances, and she could feel all of her body raring to go for more, as if a wellspring of energy had just burst within her being. Then was the matter of her tight spandex and her clumsy hands not helping, furthering Lucy's restlessness. "This... stupid thing...!" she let out a small grunt as she managed to bring a hand up without even looking, smacking her prominent chest with a hand as she failed to grip the collar of her suit. Contact with the skin beneath stretched-out fabric sent a nice jolt up Lucy's spine, making her unable to hold in a moan. "My God, what is this?! My chest... mmm, so heavy..." she purred with delight, "And round!"
It was then that Lucy realized the reason her spandex felt so uncomfortably tight. It wasn't that her suit had shrunk; Lucy's attributes had somehow expanded. And they were still growing, pushing against the glossy material, causing the previously small tears in the leotard to widen and become dangerously larger seams. The woman gasped, her arms flopping down against the wall uselessly as she gripped the surface with her fingers. Lucy closed her eyes as her nipples became pressed against groaning fabric, the protesting material adequately representing the sound of her mammaries' increasingly faster growth rate. "They're getting even bigger, mmm... oh God, is this a dream?"
But no dream had ever amounted to such realistic bliss before. Wanting to feel more, Lucy summoned all of her willpower to pull her numbed right arm up, the imprints of her nipples in the busting top irresistible by now. What managed to climb over the widening chest area of her fingers managed to catch and pinch one of the nubs beneath, making Lucy whimper in ecstasy. "They're so much more sensitive like this. Just how big will they get?"
Lucy had never had a figure that stood out from a curvy standpoint, so other than her long muscular legs she never really had a need to obsess over the rounder parts of herself. Now, it was like all Lucy could think about was her enlarging pair and how they had already climbed a couple letters in the alphabet of cup-sizes in the short span of a few moments. And still they grew larger, now a solid double D cup that clearly measured over what the top could effectively contain. Seams busting into large holes at the top, Lucy's new rack loudly tore through the leotard like a pair of melons spilling forth through a flimsy sheet of paper. "Oh god they're so huge! Aren't they done...?" she moaned, secretly wishing they would continue after feeling her knockers outgrow the spandex and watching them bounce out.
Those mounds were certainly not done, but Lucy's undivided attention to her bosom was all of a sudden redirected when a loud ripping sound came from below. Lucy didn't even need to look, she remembered about the moment back at the stage when her initial wardrobe malfunctions had begun. So focused in her breasts, Lucy had not taken notice of the strange event's effect on her lower body. Thick thighs had pumped up to plump new proportions, her hips having popped significantly wider while remaining in proportion to her long womanly legs. The process had caused holes to rip wide open over her new meaty thighs and the sides of her rounding out pelvis, but most of the stretching was coming from behind. Lucy didn't need to even look down at it; she could feel her butt pressing tightly against the wall, the spandex sinking into the wedge between her ass cheeks, her buttocks pushing her further away from the wall she was leaning on. "Nngh, so tight, I feel like... oh my God I'm about to explode...!" she cried out. Those inflating rump cheeks were not just fattening up, they were gaining the spherical shape and perky firmness any model works for years to attain. Bigger, rounder, shapelier; Lucy's ass was growing into a huge curvaceous peach.
And unable to keep her hands off herself, Lucy quickly lifted her hand to smack the side of her rump, biting her lower lip as her knees started to buckle over. Losing her balance, she dropped down to her knees, clumsily falling forwards on her new augmented chest. The growing soft chest pillows actually saved Lucy from impacting her face against the floor. The fluffiness of her carpet rubbing against those plump, sensitive mounds made Lucy moan out and squirm. The growing acrobat couldn't believe what was happening to her, and it was driving her over the edge. "I can't even stop squeezing... mmm... My breasts have to be as big as my head each right now!" her right hand was still teasing her nipples while the other one was cupping itself over as much of the exposed rump flesh as Lucy could muster.
Eventually, the bottom of Lucy's leotard went the way of her top as she leaned forwards to stretch her cramped legs. The movement pulled on the abused spandex with such force that it split down at the center on top of her groin, leaving her with two skin-tight leggings and a patch of the torn material caught between her immense ass cheeks alongside her underwear. "I can't take it anymore! Nnghh!" the tightness was unbearable, making Lucy feel as if she was being purposely held back. As if her touchy-feely priorities had been reorganized from one moment to another, Lucy brought both of her hands to her bulbously sexy ass and used her fingers to clamp around what was caught up in her ass crack, parting her butt cheeks with a moan of pleasure as the sensitiveness pushed her to an orgasm. Lucy felt wetness squelch out against her panties, now turned into a thong, as her female juices squirted. Using what she could of her willpower, the aroused woman pulled with all of her might and literally tore out her underwear alongside the remaining patch of spandex before discarding it. Then Lucy furiously dug a pair of fingers into her drooling honey box while she instinctively bucked her hips forwards, feeling her heavy buttocks bounce and jiggle with the same motion as her head-sized breasts. "This feels so good, so fucking good...!" she cried out, desperately feeling and fondling herself while her fingers rapidly went in and out of her vaginal entrance. But it wasn't nearly enough. Lucy needed more.
She removed her fingers from herself only to drive the sticky digits up her Venusian hill, Lucy's arm twitching as she pushed herself back up on her new, cushy behind. It was all the young acrobat could do to remove her hand from her large chest as she grabbed herself by the thighs with each hand and suddenly dove down while doing a sitting split. Her long spandex-covered legs parted beautifully as Lucy bent over 90 degrees and simply kept going. "I knew it...! I can do this!" the horny girl excitedly thought as her body curled forwards painlessly. She felt her tits squish onto her waist, making Lucy purr the closer her nose got to her sex.
Lucy took a small whiff off her garden, never before having considered what she was about to do. But in her mind, this felt like the most natural thing. Lucy's body had contorted in such a way that only hardcore practitioners could, yet she had done so with such casual effort that one could think her bones had turned to rubber. Lucy, who had worked on her flexibility for years, had only dreamt of pulling off a stunt like this, let alone doing it for pleasure; and yet here she was, poised over her split legs and thighs as if she was desperately leaning onto a pond of nectar which she was eager to slurp up.
Moaning to the scent of her own sopping wet genitals, the curvy woman waited no longer to hit her labia with her own lips, making nether and upper meet in a hot, juicy kiss. Lucy didn't care to argue the impossibility of suddenly being able to push her flexibility so far, but she felt no pain whatsoever, only pleasure that forced her to continue the act. Digging her fingers into her thick thighs Lucy leaned forwards further, sticking her ass out so she could turn her hands back to clutch rump cheek flesh; Lucy groped herself hard, muffling a squeal into her vaginal folds as she finally pushed her tongue in. Everything was driving her crazy: Her sensitive spiking, the smell of her own arousal, the sound of her squelching juices, the heavenly taste of her own essence and the sight of her contorted curvature; everything was so mind-bendingly amazing that each and all of her senses were screaming with her. Overcome with pleasure, Lucy climaxed again and again, shutting her eyes only to see bursts of vivid green among the darkness, representing the insane levels of bliss she was experiencing. She couldn't stop.
And like that, Lucy spent that night alone tirelessly fucking herself, utilizing her improved flexibility to reach normally inaccessible areas one usually needs a partner for their stimulation. In her heightened state of arousal, even running her tongue over the length of her muscular legs or kissing her own bubble-butt was enough to send her over the edge. Whenever she wasn't licking her womanhood, one or both of her hands took over her tongue. Lucy spent hours unable to stop touching herself, coming again and again until she knocked herself out of sheer physical exhaustion.
Fortunately, a drooling Lucy woke up less than an hour before the late night show had ended. "Oww, my head... what happened?" Her incredibly expanded libido satisfied, Lucy came to her senses only for her nostrils to be assaulted by the strong stench of leftover sex, making her bounce herself off her massive rack and clumsily onto her back; like a pulled lever over her split legs. "Whoa!" she gasped as she looked at her position with a blink when her head-sized mounds spilled over her mouth before bouncing back on top of her chest. "Aw jeez, did I fall asleep with my legs split?" she groaned slightly before scissoring her legs with one smack, surprised that it didn't hurt. "Oh wow, I'm not cramped in the least..." the half-naked acrobat murmured with a small smile as she experimentally brought up a leg and curled it over behind her neck, swinging it as if she was swinging an arm. "Woo, this is awesome...! Eat your heart out Indian contortionists! Hold on a second, what am I doing?!" Lucy looked up at the wall clock with a gasp, "I have to clean this mess up before Nana gets back!"
Thankfully for Lucy, she had all the products she required readily available. She went on to scrub the floor and walls, everywhere she had indecently touched, and made sure to light an incense stick after airing out what she could. Lucy sighed in relief, but also in sadness since her outfit was completely ruined. As she rested her hands on her perfectly wide hips Lucy looked down at her form: her long auburn hair was messy and in complete disarray, the remains of torn spandex clinging to her neck and shoulders, her unaffected curvy waist and her legs. "Damn, I must look like a stripper like this!" Upon the realization hit her, Lucy desperately reached for a pair of scissors and finished the job her hips and chest had started, and after discarding the pieces of spandex leaving herself stark naked.
The acrobat frowned as she sat down on her bed, holding her hefty yet soft mammaries up, making them bounce a bit as she observed their perfect roundness with concern in her eyes. Lucy thoughtfully circled her pink areolas in soft motions with the tip of her index fingers, finding that her nipples had grown as well yet remained in proportion to the size of her bust. "Mmm... This is going to make it hard to shop for clothes. But more importantly, how did this happen? Is this the result of Sarah's ritual? Oh my god, it did make me extra flexible, no doubt about it," she said out loud as she swung her legs idly over the edge of her bed, "But this figure... Mmm. Oh, Nana will have a field day designing me a new outfit!" she giggled happily, concern flying out the window as Lucy moaned from the inevitable fondling that followed. She didn't just welcome her transformation from a plain girl into an hourglass curvy woman, she absolutely fell in love with it; Lucy was fighting a growing urge to reengage in sexual ministrations, so it was all she could do to take her hands off her breasts.
Instead of giving in to her primal urges, Lucy tried to reason out how she would go from here. It was obvious to her that she didn't want to go back to her old body, especially considering how flexible she was even with the extra mass. "Heck, I am even more capable now than when I was a walking stick!" she grinned to herself, bouncing her chest playfully to further convince herself. "Oh yeah, these puppies are staying; I have a feeling no one's going to be able to take their eyes off me now!"
And in the days that followed, just like Lucy had called it, audiences that showed up to see her act not only increased in number, but it was clear the extra people were mostly males. Nana had outdone herself, Lucy thought; after a made-up explanation that boiled down to a sudden growth spurt, the acrobat had convinced the magician to use her sewing skills make a new dazzling outfit for her performances. And dazzling came off a bit short for it; Lucy's new leotard was heaven for her new curves, nothing like what she had burst to pieces on the night after the ritual.
Lucy's new attire managed to be alluring and complimentary to her new measurements without looking extremely obscene. She could properly see people's reactions during the lower heighted performances and she was extremely pleased. The crowd's hype never died down even after she had landed and was preparing for the next trip; she had definitely gained heightened presence, and her popularity with men had skyrocketed. After all, she had gone from an unassuming but skilled performer into a gorgeous flying goddess.
Resolved to train even harder to perfect her new moves, Lucy received no end of praise from Fletcher, who had been more concerned than aroused by Lucy's sudden change; but it was true she had remained as diligent and proactive as ever, and medicals showed she was a perfectly healthy person. Lucy had decided to keep the more intimate part of her transformation a secret however; on top of the brimming energy she enjoyed regularly, her nigh-insatiable lust gave way to incredible solo action that she loved more than anything. Even with Lucy's eagerness to find sexual release, she wasn't interested in any man that came her way, owing it in part to the discouraging numbers of perverts asking her out off-stage. Lucy was pleased with herself, and so was the ringleader and the public; and inhibited thanks to her newfound confidence, it looked like the acrobat had finally reached her goal to become a full-fledged star.
But to somebody else, someone forgotten, Lucy's brilliance had become so dazzling that this person found herself dwelling under the bigger girl's shadow. A very sad Sarah had not only lost most of her client base that continued to dwindle in favor of all the guys wanting a picture with Lucy or her autograph, but Sarah was actually worried about her buxom friend. It had been over a week since they'd had time to chat or hang out at all, what with Lucy being stuck rehearsing and training; and post-show she was nearly assaulted by the rabid fans. Plus all those times Lucy disappeared into the night worried Sarah even more. "Could it be my ritual's fault? Did it change Lucy?" were the questions at the forefront of Sarah's mind. Lucy had become a real tease; there wasn't a single show where she didn't flaunt and then turn down every man that approached her afterwards. And she didn't have time for their friendship anymore. "Getting her to pay me attention is next to impossible lately. I'll have to approach her right after she's done answering her fans, hmph!"
And then one night, after insisting through a horde of horny men of all appropriate ages and even some women, Sarah braved through the annoying groups to finally confront her bubbly, near-irresistibly curvy friend. Brief as always, Sarah told a fidgeting and seemingly apologetic Lucy that she wanted to talk and to follow her into her tent; it was going to be vacated after all.
Lucy did accept, but her eyes could not stop following Sarah's hips as they walked together. "I never realized what a nice stride Sarah has, mmm..." a lustful acrobat thought, giggling to herself as the pent-up lust for the day gathered in her head. It was going to be more than just a talk.
Sarah walked into the starry midnight-blue tent with her curvy friend tailing behind. The meek fortuneteller was still wearing her outfit, so her worried face was veiled. Lucy was too busy staring at the contour of Sarah's body where hip met waist to notice the tension. It wasn't surprising at all: Lucy had taken up the habit of satisfying her lust after her thirst for attention at the main tent had been sated. Having spent longer than five minutes outside of the show without going directly to her trailer and giving in to her demons had clouded her mind with lust; and that lust was about to spring forth like a ravenous beast.
As for the fortuneteller, she had become slightly unnerved after asking Lucy to take a seat and only seeing that odd leer in her friend's eyes; almost as if the acrobat was a predator sizing her up. Sarah repeated herself one more time, "Lucy!"
"Oh?" the star performer snapped out at those dulcet chords, taking a step forwards while making a curious face, "What is it, Sarah?"
"Wouldn't you uhm... like to take a seat?" Sarah paused a bit, finding it weird that she had needed to repeat herself to her spaced-out friend. Lucy sauntered forwards, the simple motion of moving causing her bountiful curves to bounce and jiggle within the skin-tight restraints. Sarah averted her gaze from those entrapped jugs, not wanting to stare. Ever since that day with the ritual, everything Lucy did, even the smallest action, looked incredibly hot, and it was hard not to look at her body even when she wasn't performing or wearing the form-fitting spandex. Once Lucy had placed her drool-inducing posterior on a chair, Sarah saw her friend cross her enormous legs; even those stood out now with her new hips. The fortuneteller couldn't keep her worries to herself any longer. "Lucy, I'm worried about you."
"Huh?" Lucy stopped playing with one of her locks of hair to pay attention to Sarah. The bubbly acrobat leaned forwards with a little pout and a frown, "What's wrong?" she softly asked, resting her spherical mounds atop the table and inadvertently squishing them between her chest and her folded arms.
Sarah could barely articulate at first, flustered at the large acrobat's involuntary wiles. "Y-you see uh... Lucy you've been acting kind of... kind of strange lately," at the more pronounced pout and the raising of an eyebrow by the confused acrobat, Sarah hurried to add: "...And you've been doing so well with your performance!"
Lucy smiled, proud of herself as she sat back against her chair, her breasts bouncing with her excited motion. "Thank you Sarah! You have no idea how good your ritual was. I've been brimming with energy! It's like I can never quite spend it all, haha!" she grinned, flexing her arms for emphasis. Sarah returned the smile, used to Lucy's bubbly and carefree attitude. "What do you mean strange though?"
"Well uhm..." Sarah fidgeted a bit, having finally confronted her friend, yet she couldn't wrestle her nerves down to talk properly. Lucy looked radiant and imposing, not at all what she used to look like before. Intimidating was the word. She hadn't grown an inch taller, but the curves and the popularity the acrobat had gained made her look like something short of royalty. "Oh my God, I'd never noticed how pretty she really is... No, tell her what you think! Lucy could be in danger for all I know!" she thought restlessly.
Lucy stood up, impatient and worried, and went around the table to kneel next to the fortuneteller, "Hey, Sarah, you can tell me anything."
Reassured by her friend's kind words, Sarah worked up the courage to say: "The ritual."
"Mmhm. It was awesome; no, YOU are awesome! I don't think I can ever thank you enough..." Lucy paused as she put a hand on Sarah's shoulder, smiling. Then she noticed how Sarah seemed more nervous than usual, making her shoulders feel stiff and shaky. "Oh Sarah, you feel so tense! Here, let me give you a little massage."
"N-no, that's not necessary, I... ohh..." Lucy's hands had already begun kneading the knots in Sarah's back. Even past the thick dress, the acrobat's strong fingers could be felt as they worked on her. Sarah chirped a bit at first, taken by surprise, but eventually she began to melt to Lucy's touch. Lucy knew just how much her friend liked her massages, but she had no idea how her physical improvement had made her skill increase as well. It wasn't long before Sarah became unable to hold back her moans of delight, to which a surprised Lucy began to smirk.
"Don't tell me you're horny?" Lucy asked out of the blue, causing Sarah to jump sideways in an effort to get away. "Oh, L-Sarah!" the acrobat cursed herself for having been so insensitive, "Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to say...!" the acrobat shook her hands defensively, but Sarah raised an arm.
"Lucy, w-wait," Sarah interrupted with her open palm, "Th-this is what I meant. You're acting different, very... strange!"
Lucy frowned sadly, pouting again as if she had been found guilty of spilling milk. "I didn't mean to freak you out like that Sarah. I'm really sorry."
"No, don't apologize; it's not your fault! I mean... I used that ritual on you!" Sarah put her fingers over her forehead and she shook her head, "I didn't think it would affect you in this way. I just wanted to help you, but..."
"What are you talking about Sarah? I've never felt better...!" Lucy exclaimed as she took a step forwards, "Don't you like the result of your work? Do I not look pretty to you?"
"You look beautiful, Lucy, but that's not the point; you've always been beautiful, I just...!" Sarah stopped herself, covering her mouth with both hands after realizing she had just said out loud. Lucy blinked at first, but a smile quickly returned to her face. Yet the young acrobat said nothing even as Sarah averted her gaze in shame. Lucy took the chance to slowly approach her comparatively shorter friend before gently putting a hand on each side of Sarah's cheeks.
"Hey, no way I can ignore what you just said, but that doesn't mean it was a bad thing to say," Lucy said with a little grin, "C'mon, Sarah. How long have we known each other? You're worried because the magic thing changed me?" the fortuneteller gulped a bit before nodding her head, "How about I show you the truth then?"
Slowly and carefully, Lucy tugged on Sarah's transparent veil and pushed her hood back. The result was the reveal of an adorable girl's silky white face, deep blue eyes and a long mane of soft golden hair cascading over the shoulders. Lucy smiled down at Sarah's big scared eyes, giving her friend her best and sunniest expression. At that point, Sarah realized she wasn't looking at a queen or a goddess, just her dear friend who had gotten her to speak with others back when they first met. A little wave of relaxation seemed to hit Sarah as she distended; Lucy could feel it after grasping her shoulders. "Now, don't freak out..." the acrobat purred before, without further ado, she leaned her face in and pressed their lips together.
Sarah froze over along with her paralyzed eyes, her fingers twitching as Lucy's sudden kiss caught her completely off-guard. The acrobat however did not continue she just held Sarah by the shoulders while keeping their lips pressed together with almost protective softness. After a few seconds, Lucy's eyes closed as a roguish smile drew itself on her mouth, "Did you like that?"
"Ah... ahh..." Sarah barely panted, her look of surprise making Lucy giggle, "D-don't laugh! How could you do that out of the blue?"
"How could I not? You looked so cute and vulnerable," the taller and curvier girl smirked, embracing Sarah tightly; sinking the smaller female's chin in spandex cleavage. "I just couldn't help myself. I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you."
"R-really?" Sarah asked; her arms still hanging down uselessly as her intimidating friend hugged her. "I appreciate your company too, Lucy. That's why I was worried; we haven't seen each other in almost two weeks..."
Lucy pouted again, releasing the blonde slightly to look down with a saddened frown, "You're absolutely right, Sarah. God, it's been so long already... the days, they just continued to come and go and I... oh my God, I've been ignoring you all this time! Sarah... now I realize it, I've been such a bad friend! And after I got all I ever wanted from you!"
Sarah suddenly steeled herself. Her eyes regained their glimmer as she stared up at Lucy firmly, "Now hold on, I never said you've been a bad friend. I just thought that maybe my ritual had made you change in some way..." Lucy blinked in surprise at how determined the fortuneteller seemed all of a sudden, "Please don't blame yourself on my accord. I'd just been so scared to approach you; you have so many fans that you're left with no choice but to flee into your trailer..."
Then Lucy snickered a bit, "Actually..." she then blushed, realizing that outright telling Sarah about all the nights of frenetic masturbation she'd had until now might blow the small one's mind. Lucy looked up and down at the cute girl in front of her, feeling her legs tingle all the way up to her privates. "Nnh..."
"L-Lucy?" Sarah gasped, squirming a bit as her face started disappearing into the valley between the acrobat's mounds, "Y-you're hugging too tight...!"
"O-oh! Right, sorry," after releasing Sarah though, Lucy put her hands on Sarah's cheeks, lifting her head off her breasts. "But Sarah, I'm serious; I didn't mean to ignore you. It's just I've... I've been so starved."
"Starved?" Sarah cocked her head to the side in wonder. Lucy cursed herself for letting that one slip, feeling as if she was about to lose complete control of herself.
"Please, Sarah, don't freak out anymore than you have. I really want you right now," Sarah remained silent for the few seconds that Lucy took to seize her in for another kiss. Only this time, the acrobat aggressively rubbed her mouth over Sarah's while not holding her moans back. Sarah wasn't caught off-guard this time, but she was unsure of how to react. Her friend was clearly acting strange again; and Lucy seemed completely far gone, her eyes closed and arms pulling Sarah closer and closer until leotard met dress.
Of every outcome Sarah had expected from the discussion, the current position the fortuneteller found herself in had never occurred to her. Lucy was radiating a kind of warmth unlike anything Sarah had ever felt before, and she was holding Sarah like a treasured possession. For some reason, it felt right to Sarah, who was at the start of asking what she should do before an almost desperate Lucy crammed her open mouth with her eager tongue. "My first kiss..." Sarah let the thought linger as her eyes slowly closed, white cheeks flushing pink as a warm sensation spread across her chest.
Lucy, unable to hold herself back anymore, kept rubbing Sarah's back with one hand while the other started groping one of her spandex covered melons, fondling it eagerly. Meanwhile, the curvy acrobat's passion only increased as slick muscles intertwined, Sarah's tongue being guided and wrestled down at the same time. Both girls moaned into each other's mouths, Lucy's hand stroking lower and lower until she inevitably began to fondle Sarah's buttocks. In comparison to Lucy's shapely and eye-catching bubble-butt, Sarah was the owner of a considerably smaller but still perky and full behind. The grip wasn't held back either, to which Lucy received a small shriek of surprise that was mostly muffled within the wet tongue kiss.
Like that, the kiss continued with over a minute of constant fondling by Lucy, who had dropped her self-groping hand to tend to her uncomfortably wet groin. Even through the tight material and her underwear Lucy could feel the poignant humidity gathering down there. "Mmm... help me, Sarah," she begged, eyes still closed even as the kiss was broken. "I really need your attention. Please help me..." she moaned louder, Sarah blushing half embarrassed and half aroused as Lucy sensually pushed her breasts together with her hands, running her palms down on her insanely curvy sides before smacking her hips. When Lucy opened her eyes she also licked her lips with a predatory stare, making Sarah's hands twitch as the heavy-set acrobat began to sink her fingers into those meaty thighs and circled back to the thick buttocks behind. "I can't deal with all of this on my own!"
"L-Lucy... oh God, you're so... so..." Sarah was at a loss for words, the sight far more striking than she had expected. How had a strong-felt intervention turned into such a nerve-wrecking experience all of a sudden? Lucy continued to beg and beckon at herself, telling Sarah to help her.
"I'm going to rip this fucking costume off my body if you don't help me take it off."
Sarah whimpered and approached Lucy, starting to realize how much she actually enjoyed this bestial side of her acrobat friend. Every doubt and reservation inside Sarah's brain were starting to melt away as she bravely put a hand on Lucy's shoulders from behind, blushing more as she heard Lucy moan from just her touch. It looked like her friend had become overly sensitive to touch human touch, which explained why Lucy had been avoiding contact all these days. "Poor Lucy. She's been struggling with this and she needs my help with it. Of every single man or woman wanting her body, she could've taken them all and still kept going. And yet she..." Sarah felt that odd warmth in her chest again, stopping her train of thought all at once after she had managed to zip down Lucy's leotard.
Lucy finally eased out of the spandex with Sarah's help, the material peeling off the acrobat's sexy curves like a second skin. After stepping off the discarded leggings, Lucy stretched her arms as if she had just come out of a box and she was flexing cramped muscles. Sarah marveled at the sight that was that hourglass of a woman, sleek curves flaring at the chest and hips with all the voluptuousness even Aphrodite would be jealous of. Sarah's eye fell from Lucy's naked back to the small and then paused at the jiggling rump whose motions were being caused by Lucy's flexing. That moment was like watching jello doing a narrow dance before returning to its perfect shape. Sarah couldn't think of anything other than grabbing those spherical body parts.
"Oh!" the acrobat happily moaned as she looked down only to find Sarah pressing her forehead against her shoulders. She shook her hips, causing Sarah to meep as she almost lost her grip on Lucy's ass. "Finally, mmm... nice grip, Sarah. Keep going." Sarah blushed and silently continued, confused about her sudden attraction for Lucy's naked ass but all the same unresisting. That bulbous pair was unbelievable, having the consistency of dough yet never losing its shapeliness. It made Sarah bite her lower lip, stifling a moan of arousal as her hands worked to fondle and play with that ass. Meanwhile, Lucy alternated her hands between her breasts and her exposed genitalia, sometimes assaulting both in a fit of earnest anticipation. The acrobat simply couldn't have enough of her big breasts and nipples, and her watering love hole was simply too greedy for attention. "Oh man, and I thought I gave good massages, mmm!" Legs shaking, Lucy buckled forwards and fell on her knees with both hands dutifully massaging her vagina. She groaned, pushing her chest down as cushy pillows to support herself while she hiked that round ass up in the air. Sarah followed right after, her own hands seeking the soft yet firm flesh to grab.
To Sarah, the scent emanating from Lucy's womanhood was as enticing as it felt intoxicating, like discovering a very strong scented flower for the first time. The fortuneteller's nose pressed against the right buttock first, amazed by Lucy's smooth skin, but wholly captivated by the strong smell further below. Lucy's frantic fingering gradually came to a stop as Sarah continued her descent without removing her hands from the sexy butt. Sarah dragged her face over skin and gasped once the presented, swollen nether lips were finally glaring back at her. "Like a beautifully blossoming bud..." Sarah observed the bright pink, wet flesh, her nostrils burning with the hot odor of lustful sex. Like a curious child exploring new grounds, Sarah was tempted to reach in with a single hand.
"Go on, touch," Lucy panted, looking back with a smile as she pinched her own nipples with her wet fingers, "Mmm... do you want to have a taste?" the acrobat asked with a very lustful and wanton expression. The petite blonde couldn't resist; there was Lucy, inviting as ever since this deviant act had begun, and even with Sarah being completely new to this sort of thing, the intrigue and her own lust for Lucy overwhelmed her mind. Sarah had to have that drooling cunt for herself.
Inching carefully towards Lucy, Sarah made sure to take one then a second and then a third consecutive whiff, drinking in the strong smell until she was satisfied. The blonde closed her eyes and while still holding onto that round ass Sarah began to nuzzle against Lucy's outer approach. Hearing Lucy whimper from the stimulus, Sarah gained the courage to proceed.
Any other time, the fortuneteller would've been swamped with trepidation over even approaching the subject of touching another girl's privates, but by now all those reservations had been hopelessly ignored. Like a starving woman, Sarah lurched forwards and engulfed the pinkness with her mouth, somewhat replicating the kissing technique she had Lucy show her. Sarah thoroughly enjoyed Lucy's flavor, scooping the sticky substance up with her tongue before she began to aggressively stab forwards with the tip. Lucy cried out in pleasure, sinking her face against her boobs, licking the upper cleavage while pulling her legs up. The flexible acrobat wanted even more intense pleasure, and got it by criss-crossing her legs at Sarah's back, using the strength of her limbs to pull her forwards. Both girls moaned as the slurping treatment intensified, Sarah gaining even more ground to cover as her tongue sank as far as it would go.
Lucy screamed and arched back, juice squirting against Sarah's tongue and cheeks when the buxom acrobat hit her orgasm. Throughout the nights of near-endless bliss, Lucy had never hit a climax as strong as the one she had just experienced; it helped a lot that Lucy's hyper-sensitivity was through the roof, but Sarah had shown such unprecedented dexterity that Lucy had blown up without remedy. "Sarah, mmm... what a nice tongue...!" the acrobat happily purred, twisting herself before pulling Sarah onto her glistening, sweaty form. "Mmm, c'mere you..."
Sarah meeped again as she was manipulated by those long legs as if she was a doll instead of a human being. "Oh Lucy, your legs are so strong..."
"I need a lot of strength for my routines," Lucy said with a matter-of-factly smirk; "Now it's my turn to return the favor."
"W-wait!" Sarah mumbled a bit, but was instantly muffled by another wild kiss. Lucy and Sarah made out hotly while Lucy's hands twitchily removed each and every garment on the fortuneteller's personage. Sarah gasped as she was left stark naked, embarrassed by the clear size and measurement differences. "Ohh, Lucy..."
"You're so cute Sarah," the auburn haired aerialist grinned, kissing again and again. Going lower on a gasping Sarah, Lucy's mouth focused on her friend's petite yet well-formed breasts, flicking her tongue eagerly at her nipples. "So sexy... "
"Ahhh..." Sarah moaned longingly, her hands clenching and her legs trembling as she grew hot and moist like her friend before. The meek girl had felt arousal before, but with physical contact stimulating all of her primed nerves; it was only a matter of time for poor Sarah to be forced into bliss-land and that was the busty acrobat's goal.
Lucy eagerly lapped the almost fairy-like white skin on the fortuneteller's midsection, heading down towards her more intimate areas. Once Lucy had reached Sarah's quivering legs, she licked her lips, eager to have a taste. Sarah couldn't stop whimpering, but Lucy silenced her once she parted both legs to the side with her hands. "Oh Sarah, don't cover up. You're beautiful down here, and trust me; I've been loving mine for quite a while!"
But Sarah could hardly reply to the perverted statement. Peering through the cracks between her fingers, the shy girl observed as Lucy held her by the thighs and started teasing her eagerly. Lucy's face disappeared into Sarah's pelvis once a pleasurably shock hit her nerves. "Ahhh!" Sarah almost screamed, slamming her hands down at her sides. "Your tongue... your tongue is...!"
"Just like you did a bit ago," Lucy completed with a grin, briefly looking up with a wink before she returned to eat Sarah out with the same passion as she had been doing it to her own vagina for the past two weeks. But Lucy, wanting to make it even more extravagant and sensational for her friend, decided to go for the extra mile. First, Lucy slid her hands under Sarah's buttocks and clutched tightly. While Sarah moaned at the grope, the acrobat pushed her chest down against the floor, enjoying the cushioned support before she suddenly threw her legs back and curled them upwards. To Sarah's surprise, Lucy's long legs could be seen pointing directly upwards and as if the woman's spine was as elastic as a garden hose, both legs began to bend at the knees. In this manner, Lucy's feet made it to Sarah's chest.
"Impossible...!" the fortuneteller gasped in shock and pleasure as Lucy not only ate her out but also began to grasp her breasts with her feet as if she was grabbing trapezes during performance. The excellent position made Lucy look like an incomplete circle, making Sarah think her friend could likely turn into a wheel if she wanted to, "B-but ahh... so amazing...!"
"I've been practicing," Lucy quickly mentioned. The acrobat returned to the oral session, putting pressure in her feet grabs to fondle and tend to Sarah's breasts and nipples. The pleasure was so great that eventually Sarah was overcome with sensations far beyond her own control. A scream left the smaller girl's lips as she came, juice running down her hotbox and into Lucy's awaiting mouth. "Oh, Sarah, you taste heavenly...! I don't think even I taste this good. Oh God, I have to have more." But before Sarah could protest, Lucy redoubled her efforts, not only extending the fortuneteller's orgasm, but multiplying it with several more explosions of pure physical joy.
And like that, Sarah hit her peak again, and again, and again... Lucy eventually demanded a near exhausted Sarah to use her mouth skills on her again, and the cycle repeated itself. The night seemed to be an eternal rondo of pleasure as they used their tongues to kiss, to tease and eat each other out; their hands fondling, caressing and massaging as if they could never stop. Sarah had no idea that Lucy planned to go on until both of them ended completely knocked out! It turned out to be the most exhilarating night of their lives.
Every night after the shows, the two fast-growing lovers met in Sarah's tent to talk, with Lucy ignoring everything and everyone just to have her beautiful little Sarah. The fortuneteller couldn't have had it any other way; as she enjoyed being in Lucy's arms and being guided into pleasure every single time. Bit by bit, Lucy's near inexhaustible stamina was causing Sarah to adjust to the sexy acrobat, her own durability improving after each night spent together. They had taken to having chats after the less brutal sessions of loving, or when they hadn't lost consciousness after mashing genitals for hours.
On one of those nights, during post-sex cuddling, Sarah whispered into Lucy's ear. "I want to be like you."
Lucy pulled back to look down at her lover, her curiosity piqued by the statement. "Say that again?"
"I want to be like you, Lucy," Sarah giggled, hiding her face by nuzzling into the acrobat's deep cleavage, "I want to have all the energy and flexibility you have. It's like it's never enough... like I'm holding you back."
"Don't be silly," Lucy smiled and patted her cute fortuneteller on the head, gently coaxing Sarah's face out from between her tits. "You've become an expert at dealing with me. It's like I never have to worry about wanting to hump someone's face off; just knowing you'll be waiting for me every time after show, mmm..."
Sarah grinned and hugged her lover tightly, kissing Lucy under the chin before heading up for an actual peck. "You know, a week ago when I called you, what I wanted to say..."
"Hmm?" Lucy cocked her head to the side. Sarah's eyes met with hers for a brief moment before the smaller girl looked away, "Come on Sarah. I know it's been hard to talk since we usually can't keep each other's mouths from each other, but now's the time, hehe. G'wan."
"Right. Well, back then I thought the ritual was doing something bad to you. I'd no idea it had worked so well... so I'd been reading how to cancel it," Sarah pouted a bit, tracing a love symbol with her finger on Lucy's right breast, "But then I thought: You like this so much and you're so happy with it, I just..."
"Do it." Sarah's eyes widened. Lucy was looking at her with an intense passionate stare, as if she all the clarity she needed suddenly. "Now I know what you meant, Sarah. I'm going to miss you being so small and cute, but there's no way I'm passing up on you being able to experience all of this." Lucy moaned as she ran a hand over the contour of her majestic curves, smirking before smacking herself on her behind.
"Oh Lucy... thank you. I'm going to need your help then," Sarah leaned up to kiss her moaning lover, the innocent peck turning into a wet tongue kiss as they grew aroused with each other. "Mmm..."
After a good morning session to alleviate libidos, the females prepared for the second ritual. "I read on how to actually make it work like it did for you. We must be thinking the same, um, wish, for it to properly work."
"Hold on, do you mean on that day you were also thinking I could use a few extra inches?" Lucy's breasts jiggled as she laughed, embarrassing the fortuneteller, "I didn't know you were that big of a pervert!"
"Lucy!" Sarah chirped; her blush visible even past the veil she was wearing. "Ahem, well, now you should think what you want for me, while I do the same..."
Lucy smiled and sat down across the fortuneteller as she opened her book for the ritual, "Right. Close my eyes, right?"
"Yes, please. Now let's start..." Lucy could tell Sarah was eager; and frankly, she couldn't blame Sarah. The petite blonde had been dealing with Lucy's impressive body and worshipping it for all its worth for weeks; and it was obvious that Sarah's desire for Lucy's levels of sexual tension that bordered on insanity was something she wanted for herself. Lucy couldn't wait for Sarah to be able to experience the same thing.
In fact, Lucy couldn't stop thinking of a horny, larger proportioned Sarah begging to be taken by her. Lucy could barely keep herself from rubbing her thighs together, her crotch dampening against her underwear and regular pants as her imagination became vividly perverse without remedy. Sarah was slightly more humble about it, but all the same picturing herself with Lucy's curves and equal sexual drive. The ritual started in the same fashion as before: Upon two girls had closed their eyes and Sarah had begun chanting, enchanted letters started to pop out of the book and intertwine with the energies swirling about inside the crystal ball. Soon enough, the desired effect took place, but unlike before the target this time became Sarah instead. "Ohhh!" the blonde moaned out loud, prompting Lucy to stop rubbing her digits over her groin to look at her groaning lover.
"S-Sarah? Oh God, nothing like this happened back then! Are you okay?!"
"Y-yes, it's just... ahh! For some reason the ritual became complete super-fast this time! Ahhh, I can feel it inside, mmm...!" As Sarah held by her chest, Lucy hurried to her side.
"I-It'd help if you weren't screaming like you were about to die, sheesh!"
"N-no, it doesn't hurt, it feels so... nnnnhh...!" Sarah gasped out loud as she felt the tightness in her chest increase in pressure. She was clearly growing, and Sarah could certainly feel it. The process happened at the same time as the expansion of her backside and hips, which quickly rounded out and pushed Sarah's dark blue dress to the sides.
"Damn, it really is happening a lot faster than with me!" Lucy stared in disbelief but at the same time turned on by the sight. Sarah's usually small chest was ballooning out, properly outgrowing its cotton and silky restraints. "Mmm... oh look at them! Inflating like balloons!"
"Oh yes! It's working, I'm growing...!" Sarah purred, hopelessly unable to quit stroking her own curves as her hips flared out with a loud ripping sound. Her underdress protested and groaned, but ultimately lost the battle with Sarah's enlarging lumps of flesh as well as her expanding hips.
"Nnghh... you're about to burst out, and here I thought I'd have to wait until to tonight to see you like this!" Lucy's squeals of excitement were only making Sarah lose it more; every second of expansion felt like hours of fine sex and cuddling, only the pleasure was totally centered in Sarah's improving assets. Meanwhile, Lucy was rapidly losing it as well; groping her big breasts and buttocks like it was her last day on Earth. Nothing could compare to the sight of a small woman expanding into a curvy one, she thought. "F-fuck this, I need you!"
"Ahhh, L-Lucy?!" Sarah gasped as her acrobat friend pounced her over, knocking the chair down in the process. Sarah squealed as the impact was enough to finish off the white underdress, which was consequently shredded by Sarah's substantially larger breasts and her child-bearing hips. "Ohhh... oh God, I'm so horny..."
"Me too, mmm..." moaned an uncontrollable Lucy as she hastily pulled Sarah's veil and hood over before taking her mouth with her eager tongue. They moaned into the deep French kiss while both Lucy and Sarah could not stop making their hands grope the growing body parts on the fortuneteller's once petite frame.
"Oh God, my breasts feel so sensitive, I think I'm going to hit my climax just by squeezing them in my hands!" Sarah thought during the hot saliva exchange with her lover, her womanhood below aching for release.
"She's the shorter one, but her ass is so much bigger than mine! Man I can NOT stop grabbing it!" Lucy thought with great excitement over the prospect of smacking and kissing Sarah's inflating butt whilst she fondled it. The two horny enhanced women could not stop making out, with each seizing their favorite area on Sarah's growing body to squeeze. The blonde's tits had already grown to the size of small melons, more than a handful. They were jiggly yet perfectly spherical, like tightly inflated balloons. While Lucy played with Sarah's sexy rump however, her own arousal was steadily making her twitchy and whiny like an animal in heat. Sarah, whose body was being devoted to, noticed this immediately.
As much as Sarah wanted to relish the feeling of being busty and curvy like Lucy, she had convinced herself that she had done this in order to get closer to Sarah; so it didn't feel right if she got it all instead. Without wasting another moment, Sarah finally let go of her breasts only to catch and squeeze Lucy's around the nipples, causing the auburn haired beauty to let out a loud moan, forcing them to break the kiss.
"Oh my God, Sarah. You're so damn hot."
"That was the idea," Sarah giggled, giving Lucy another squeeze to which Lucy responded by making Sarah squeal with a tight ass grope, "Nnghh... such a tease!"
"No, you're the tease! This ass, it's so round and big and... spankable!" Glad that the ritual hadn't made Sarah that much heavier, Lucy was quick to push Sarah down by the back of the fortuneteller's grown thighs, holding Sarah down on her back to have her bubble-butt staring right at Lucy. With a big grin, Lucy brought her hand up and cracked her palm against Sarah's right buttock, causing the skin to ripple and jiggle enticingly before it all returned to its perfectly round shape. "Dear God am I gonna have fun with your butt, young lady."
Sarah moaned, the pain of the spanking subverted by the heightened sensation of bliss overwhelming her mind. "H-hey! We're the same age; you don't get to call me that!"
"Oh sure I do..." Lucy deviously grinned before she reached down and kissed the rosy spot where her hand had violently struck. She dragged her tongue to Sarah's purring of pure delight, making the once-meek fortuneteller push her booty towards Lucy's face for more, "Now who's going to behave? Hehe," she cracked her hand against that round ass again. Sarah groaned, hitting the intense orgasm that had been building up.
"Nnnh... I didn't know spanks were my weakness..." Sarah lamented, but the blissful smile in her flushed cheeks couldn't have been torn off by pincers if one tried. After feeling Lucy become busy with her buttocks however, Sarah got an idea. Testing the waters initially, she used the small amount of focus she could muster through the frenzy-inducing pleasure and began to twist and turn, finding that she had, in fact, gained a lot of control over her body. "I'm so flexible now...!" Sarah thought in excitement, swinging herself up before clamping her legs around Lucy's waist.
"What the?" Lucy was caught off guard, her shorter lover sliding down on her body as if it was a dancing pole. Sarah smiled as she clung to Lucy tightly, stopping herself just above the hips before pulling herself forwards and toppling Lucy down on her back. Sarah stopped the resulting chest bouncing by grabbing Lucy's breasts tightly and holding them down while pushing her own large mammaries against the underside of the acrobat's larger bosom. "S-Sarah...?!"
"I know what your weakness is, too!" Sarah giggled as she quickly unbuttoned Lucy's shirt and lowered her bra only to pinch and twist her nipples. Lucy screamed in both pain and pleasure, her tongue flailing out as Sarah delighted herself with the enormous teats. "Mmm, yes, Lucy. I love it when you squeal like that!" Sarah grinned; hugging her friend with her arms this time, making sure their massive busts clashed together; specifically, so Sarah's enlarged nipples rubbed against Lucy's abused ones.
"OH SARAH!" the acrobat cried out loud, hitting a strong climax that finished soiling the area between Lucy's legs with the barely contained nectar. "Ahhh..." Lucy panted, Sarah cruelly rubbing their tits together while her tongue assaulted her sensitive neck, "Sarah... you've become such a deviant in such a short while... oh God..."
"I learned from you!" the blonde giggled, sucking on Lucy's neck noisily. And that was just one of the many things that Sarah wanted to try doing with her newly acquired super flexible body. There was so much time now that she was equalized with Lucy though; it gave Sarah a certain degree of closure. The fortuneteller could feel the obscene amounts of energy welling up within her hourglass-curvy form; Sarah could tell it would be now nearly impossible not to be aroused at all times; if not due to Lucy's sensual wiles, then her own killer figure. "Mmm..." she thought with a smile and she absorbed Lucy's scent from her shoulders as they cuddled, "Now I understand why you're so insatiable even after your performance. It's like I have an engine working over-time, all the time inside of me!"
Lucy, who couldn't be brought down with a single orgasm by now, shifted herself on top of Sarah, locking their legs together. "Well let's put your newfound stamina to the test then, shall we?"
Sarah purred as Lucy pushed herself down, four sets of lips meeting at the same time. And as their tongues wrestled in a display of passion, their heavy-set hips smashed into one another. Nether lips touching and sending continuous jolts of happiness up their spines, the women spared no moment to resume touching breasts and ass, each groping the other's preferred asset. Their legs rubbed and caressed against each other's, joining the intertwinement of fiery love that united them.
Lucy kissed with fierce dominance while Sarah demonstrated great adaptability with her new gifts, humping back with the same eagerness. They had multiple orgasms, each of them crowned by a cacophony of feminine screams if not the animalistic sounds of their almost unstoppable kisses. They spent the entire morning and a good part of the afternoon rolling around naked inside Sarah's tent, humping each other, taking turns on top and on the bottom, performing great feats of contortionism for variation and even wild sixty-nines for when they shared thirst at the same time. The lovers had become unstoppable in their lustful wake.
But it wasn't just frenzied sex on its own. They slowly came to realize what had become increasingly obvious the more they became one: Lucy and Sarah were an item now. They weren't just flings to satisfy their lust, no. Their lust for each other was simply a byproduct of what they already felt for each other; magnified by the lack of inhibitions the ritual had conferred them.
Sarah had managed to give Lucy the confidence she had always lacked, while Lucy had taught Sarah the necessary self-love to help her express her own love for others. Now they knew. They were meant for each other.
A month later, Lucy and Nana had finally completed the finishing touches for a new outfit. "Aw girl, it's so you!" Nana chuckled as Lucy twirled in her own leotard to give a fiddling Sarah in only her underwear a growl. "Hey hey, don't tempt each other. I agreed to do the reveal with both of you here if you didn't turn it into a porn set!"
"S-sorry, Nana!" Sarah quickly bowed to apologize first. The truth was, with Lucy in the same trailer and Sarah wearing only lingerie, they were but moments away of pouncing each other. "Could we hurry up maybe?"
"Bah, no showmanship at all! Well, anyway, I think this one turned out very good if I do say so myself," Nana shrugged before showing Sarah a matching leotard that contrasted Lucy's black and red striped with black and blue.
"Don't be so modest Nana, it's awesome! Now try it on, Sarah. I know it's hard, but I bet it'll make you look even sexier!" Lucy egged her on. Sarah was still a bit shy when she wasn't alone with Lucy, but their time together had served to at least show her curvy form to their troupe member Nana.
"Still, damn. You girls got any of what you've been drinking left?" Nana asked as she helped Sarah get into the spandex, laughing, "You grow three cup-sizes and turn into Bella-donnas overnight and you don't think a magician's gonna be curious? I could use a bit of lift myself," The two lovers exchanged nervous smiles, but in the end the three burst into giggling. "On second thought, I doubt I want to get near anything that makes me as 'active' as you girls! Haha."
Lucy grinned down at Sarah, mentally picturing her hands on the fortuneteller's huge knockers and massive rump, fondling her like no tomorrow. She held her wishes back however, not wanting to disrespect their prestidigitator friend. "Rawr, partner."
Sarah blushed, trying to ignore Lucy's gaze lest she went out of control for her lips. "Are you sure you want to try tonight, Lucy? Maybe I need some more practice."
"Are you kidding? Fletcher himself says you got it down!" the acrobat giggled, "C'mon, you don't think I'll drop you, do you?"
"I don't think she's even prepared to let go of you if she gets her hands on you, darlin'," Nana laughed as she stepped away towards her beauty mirror, "Now go get ready. Julian should be half-done with his act right now." The girls nodded.
"Uh huh..."
Lucy raised an eyebrow, "What's the matter, Sarah? Why the long face all of a sudden?"
"Well, Julian uhm... he confessed to me earlier today," Sarah twiddled her thumbs while rapidly blinking, "I just told him about us and... well, he didn't seem to take it badly; in fact he seemed to have been expecting it somewhat. But I don't know."
"Huh. Want me to talk to him?" Lucy offered, but Nana interrupted them.
"Hah! Don't worry, ladies. I'll take care of the young man myself," the magician pursed her lips together so the rouge would stick, "Julian's tough, but the lad can't hide the fact he's heart-broken." Sarah seemed to shrink a bit with a mellow face, but Nana waved a hand dismissively after swiveling in her stool, "Like I said, leave it in good 'ol Nana's hands! I have magic fingers, remember?"
"Wait... Nana, are you actually going to hit on him?" Lucy blinked in confusion, but Nana simply smiled after crossing her legs.
"Don't say it like that. But yeah. I knew Julian had eyes only for your little canary... well, not so little anymore, haha." Nana grinned as she got a little giggle from Sarah, who twirled in her body-tight outfit, "I didn't want to jump in and complicate things for him though. Plus... what he needs is a woman right now, not the company of fluffy things that eat almost their own weight in meat!"
Sarah joined her hands together and smiled to the magician, "Oh Nana, I'm so relieved to hear that! I hope Julian accepts you, I really do!"
"Yeah, sounds like you really like him. Well, he's always been thick-headed, so if he gives you a problem, leave him to me!" Lucy grinned before her hand flew down and struck Sarah's behind, "Okay big butt, stage time!"
"Oww! Hey!" Sarah fought to keep a moan down, scrunching her legs together to avoid coming off as lewd. But then Lucy suddenly embraced her.
"I'm sorry, I really wanted to do that," the auburn acrobat confessed, but then she the hug became firmer, just a pure cuddle, "But really, thank you for accepting to try this with me, Sarah. You're the best."
Sarah softly smiled, returning the hug and closing her eyes solemnly, "No, you're the best, Lucy. I just hope I can keep up... partner!"
Nana giggled, watching the two share a love-filled kiss before escorting them out to the main tent. It was going to be the first time for Sarah to perform in the main tent, and it was going to be the first time Lucy performed with a partner. Sarah was ecstatic about joining Lucy in her own world, but Lucy couldn't have been happier about having her beloved participate and bask in the attention they both loved together.
Together, forever.
The End.