“Everyone back up!” The security guard yells at you and your friends, “If we don’t get some free space soon, we’re gonna have to make it ourselves!”
The disgusting porno convention had been planned in your town for months, and you just think it’s a plain disgrace. You convinced your morally conscious friends of this, and the dozen or so of you ended up joining another small group of protestors.
And now these thugs think they can stop your voice??
You ignore their warnings, getting yourself closer to them as you yell practiced verses. They don’t push back at all, and you even hear one chuckle as he reads your custom printed shirt.
“How much you think this idiot paid to make that shirt?
‘Stop sexualizing busty women’! What a joke!!
Does this dude know how much these girls get paid??” One guard laughs, eliciting the same from his fellow officer.
You pay them no attention, hoping your act of civil disobedience garners some type of attention to oppose the filth that entered your town.
“We warned you before, man…
We’ll give you one more chance, but after that you’re gonna regret pushing up on us!” A guard warns, giving you an opportunity to back up as your anger flares.
“No!! I’m not moving! You people are disgusting, and promoting this garbage for kids is so much worse!!” You scream, eyes closed as spittle hits the annoyed guard in the face.
“Fine.” One of them grunts as you push against him, “I guess we’ll have to resolve this one…”
Suddenly you feel a hand on each your shoulders, and you cry out in pain as they’re gripped with immense strength. The pressure points of your collar bone sting as you’re forced to stretch your neck, and your lungs instantly empty as you strain against a sudden deluge of pleasant pressure flowing through your torso.
“What does the shirt say again? Something about busty women?” One of the guards holding you laughs, lifting you up effortlessly to your tippy toes to look at your custom shirt.
Sweat beads on your forehead as your ears ring, and your heart beats nervously as the pressure in your torso builds. Your fingers feel fuzzy as your nails seem to grow, though you could swear your hands are actually shrinking.
But that’s not possible, is it?
You feel yourself get lighter, toes beginning to lift off the ground as you’re held tightly by the shoulders. Arousal begins to trickle into your belly, stirring the manhood you always try to avoid exciting. You whimper as your waist slims down, pants starting to sag as your manhood erects.
No!! Stop!
This is disgraceful!!
You try to focus on discipline, but your arousal just increases. The only thing holding your pants up now is your boner, your mind wafting dizzily as your body’s shrunk midair. Not your whole body though, an odd buzzing in your hips makes you shift them in the air as they’re spread wide. Your waistband then gets stretched by your increasing fullness, pelvis curving inward as you’re forced to bend forward.
Your toes curl, arches of your feet stretching euphorically as they’re compressed into feminine beauties. Your mouth waters lustfully as your calves turn slender, and you wince as inflating thighs squeeze your testes. The pain only lasts for a moment though, a deep suction inhaling your manhood almost instantly as you pant. The vacuum leads into your core, splitting in two to evenly divide the incoming mass.
Moans get caught in your throat as you’re forced to roll your shoulder blades back, nipples erecting and rubbing into the coarse fibers of your fifty dollar shirt as fat collects in your protruding chest. All the pressure in your torso suddenly turns cold, making you shiver involuntarily as it quickly condenses and fills your budding bosom. Without warning your new bust suddenly blossoms, pushing against your already tight shirt and jiggling like jelly as your entire body wobbles from the weight.
And that’s only half of the story; the remaining mass pours behind you, making you bend even more at the hip as your ass fills past what you think should be its max. Your swelling thighs twist further inward, making you gasp lustfully as your plump lips purse. Then your vision starts to blur, getting darker as the guard smiles maliciously.
Your mind spins in incoherent circles as a slit opens between your legs, and you float in a blissful pool of subconscious nothing before your thighs suddenly touch. The odd sensation of denim rubbing against denim so deep between your legs awakens you, stirring you from the death of your ego as the realities of your universe flood your senses.
Your brimming bubble butt stretches the tight denim of your jeans, rubbing against your pantiless pussy as your heart flutters. It would hurt if it didn’t feel so good, your hefty rear squeezed into a pair of sexy blue jeans.
You can’t remember anything, still held in the air as you look around a plain white room. Then you’re finally placed on your dainty feet, lips curled in a shy smile as you balance your giant breasts and enormous ass.
“Wha… What’s happening?” You ask drowsily, “Weren’t we like, totally just outside?”
The security guards sit down, smiling as your eyelashes flutter in confusion. You hadn’t thought about it before, but looking at them now is turning you on…
“So are you gonna prove why we should let you into the convention without a pass?” One of them asks, snickering as you’re hit with a wave of realization.
The convention!!
“Love your shirt by the way, the irony is awesome! A little wordy though…” The other guy laughs, blasting you with even more memories before you can string together another thought.
“Like, my… my shirt… The convention is… It’s… wrong?
I don’t like the sound of that…” You trail off, mind screaming conflicting sentiments as you try to remember why you came to the porno convention.
“I’ll let you in for a blowjob, and my partner’s demanding full penetration; so I guess the choice is yours…” The larger man informs you, completely derailing your train of thought.
You want the convention to be…
You want… To be in there…
To be… discovered??
Your eyes open wide in shock, the last remnants of your old mind crying for a chance.
A chance to be a star!
“Like, can we do both at the same time, then?” You ask with a giggle, bouncing your pillowy bust as the guards begin to drool.
“I don’t like negotiating when I’m horny, but I think I can make an exception…” The security guard jokes, pulling you in close and peeling your tight jeans off.