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“This should be the place…” You looked down at the tacky business card in your hand. I mean, who makes business cards for an adult cosplay get together? You had followed your phone's map app directions to the provided address and now found yourself looking at a set of stairs that led down to some unlabelled businesses basement. “I guess I’m already here so…” You shrug and begin descending the stairs. You approach the door, raise your hand, and use the back of knuckles to knock on the door.
Almost as soon as you pull your hand away a small metal panel at eye height slid open. “What’s your business?” A voice from behind the door barked at you. It was too dark to see anything past the spaced metal bars.
“I was told to come here by someone. I think his name was Jarred?” You flashed the business card at the open slit.
“Jarred invited you?” You could hear the rustling of keys followed by the sound of deadbolts being unlocked before the door swung open. Standing in the doorway was a very tall, bald man who was easily over six feet tall. He wore a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt which hugged his muscled frame. Despite how dark the inside of the building was he wore a pair of sunglasses, covering his eyes. “I’ll show you inside.”
He gestured for you to step inside, which you did. You found yourself in a concrete hallway with hazy, fluorescent lights illuminating just the far end of the hallway which looked like it turned at some point. The bouncer relocked the doors, sliding back into place various deadbolts and relocking a handful of locks. He then gestured with his head for you to follow behind him, leading you down the hallway. You followed behind him, the sound of both of your footsteps echoing against the concrete walls as you approached a sharp right turn that led to another locked door.. The bouncer began undoing the various locks, this one taking a significantly longer time to open compared to the first door but after a while he got the door open for the both of you.
You walked through the door and took in the vast and open room that was divided by chain link fences as the man relocked the door behind y’all. The room reeked of sweat and semen as your eyes took in the various displays of sexual activity taking place here. There was a woman dressed up as Chun-Li who had her massive ass exposed with one man railing her while other’s stroked their dicks and watched. In another section that was walled off by chain link fence, there were two women dressed as Rem and Ram who were both bound together, each eating eachother out as a group of men took turns ejaculating on them. Different depraved acts sex repeated across the room as numerous cosplayers were either sexually serving a group of men or bound in lewd displays of debauchery, often being teased by their own entourage of men. This wasn’t what you expected at all! This was-
“Jarred’s in his office. Follow me.” The bouncer brushed past you and began making his way along the room's outer wall, expecting you to just follow him which you did.
Briskly walking to catch up to him the both of you reached yet another locked door which you had to wait for him to open. You figured you’d just see this through and wait for an appropriate time to leave with how intense they took their security around here. With the door unlocked, the bouncer led you through the door which led into another hallway, this one lined with doors which each had ‘V.I.P.’ written on their frosted glass. At the end of the hall was an average office door which the bouncer walked up to and gently knocked three times on. A muffled voice responded from inside, “Come in!”
The bouncer proceeded to open the door and hold it open for you. Inside was a middle-aged man who sported a healthy amount of pudge and a head of messy brown hair who you recognized as Jarred. He was sitting at a desk in what appeared to be an office of sorts. Finishing whatever he was typing, he closed the lid to his laptop and turned his attention to you as the door to the office was shut behind you with the bouncer blocking it. “I knew I’d be seeing you again!” Jarred threw his arms forward as he greeted you, leaning back in his chair. “A fellow fan of provocative cosplay. Tell me, did you enjoy what you saw in the lobby? It’s not like all those ‘PG’ conventions nowadays.”
“I mean,” You brought your hand behind your neck and rubbed it nervously, massaging the building tension in your shoulders. “It’s not exactly what I was expecting. I thought it was going to be more skimpy cosplay less… sex party.”
“You don’t like it?” Jarred sat up straight in his chair and leaned into his desk with his forearms.
“Yeah… Sorry. It’s just not what I’m looking for. I’ll just be heading out.”
Jarred sat in front of you at his desk, a look of half-anger and half-glee. “Head out? We can’t just let you ‘head out’ you know.” He broke eye contact with you and nodded behind you at the bouncer. “Deal with him, Jim.”
“Wait! I just don’t think this is for me! I’ll-” Your panicked pleas were cut short as you stepped backwards and bumped into the bouncer, Jim, who now was standing directly behind you. His arms reached around you as he pulled you into a headlock, his bicep choking the air out of your lungs. “Ungh-! Can’t- Nngh-!”
Your vision blurred as you struggled for air, trying your best to pry Jim’s arm away from your neck. You could barely make out Jarred leaning back in his chair as he reopened his laptop. “We can’t let you just leave pal. This is an invite only club and I can’t have you tell just anybody about my operation. Plus, it’s been awhile since we’ve had a new whore around here!”
You gasped one last time for air as the room began to spin and your vision faded to black. Jim’s arm finally released your neck as he dropped you to the floor. The last thing you could make out before passing out was Jarred barking some orders to ‘get you ready’ for tonight.
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“Ugh…” A groan escaped your mouth as you came to. Lights practically blinded you as you slowly opened your eyes. You tried to move your hands to help clear your vision and get a better view of your surroundings but found them tugging against stiff chains that held your arms far above your head. Your feet barely lay flat against the cold, hard concrete ground as you realized not only were you no longer wearing shoes but your clothes were different as well. You blinked a few times, letting your eyes adjust to the harsh light, finding yourself in a plain concrete room facing a locked steel door. The ceiling was lined with bright fluorescent lights that shone down on you, putting a spotlight on your strung up body.
“I see you're awake!” Jarred spoke from behind you. “Sorry the chains are so tight but they need to be for this next step.”
“What are you going on about? Look, why can’t you let me go?” You shuffled your feet, attempting to slowly turn towards Jarred but with just a few steps he came up behind you and held you still.
“I already told you why, now…” Jarred grabbed the back of your head and yanked it to the side. “Hold still.” With his other hand he pierced your neck with a syringe and emptied its content into you. “That’ll get you ready for the showing. You a fan of League of Legends?”
“What? Sure… I guess? What did you inject me with?” Jarred wrapped his hand around your wrist as he spun you, causing you to face the back of the room where a card table with various syringes sat with a folding chair next to it.
“Oh you’ll see!” Jarrod had a malicious smirk on his face as he turned and sat in the chair, leaning back in it as he folded his leg up and rested it on his other leg.
And he was right. Shortly after he sat down you could feel an itch begin spreading from where he injected you until it covered your entire body. All the hair on your body thinned out and eventually fell free from your skin as the top of your head began itching like crazy, your hair growing inch by inch as it slid past your shoulders and butt, eventually resting on the ground. You watched as your hair turned from its natural color to a vibrant cyan as the new hue washed over it. Your feet lifted from the ground, leaving you dangling from your binds and balancing on the tip of your big toes as more of your weight was held up by just the chain. The itching sensation on your chest and groin became unbearable as your dick and balls slurped back into your body and your nipples found themselves atop two D-cup mounds of flesh. “Huh~ What the hell~?” The itching sensation slowly dissipated from your body, leaving you as a petite woman with blue hair. In fact with the blue robe you were wearing and the cyan hair you almost looked like-
“There we go!” Jarred clapped slowly as if he was taunting you. “Finally have a Sona for our little collection. Those premium member bastards are going to love you when they come marching through that door in a few minutes!”
You were left suspended by the chain, only able to take in your now feminine body with your eyes. A few minutes passed before three knocks tapped against the metal door. “Let them in, Jim!” The door creaked open from behind you as various new voices murmured amongst themselves, some people wrapping around in front of you as they filled the room. Just from those you could see you counted at least a dozen people with another dozen or so most likely hidden out of view.
Jarred stood up from his chair and walked into the center of the room, pacing around you as he spoke. “Thank you everyone for coming and being a valuable member of our club. I know it’s been rather slow as of late, repetitive as some of you kindly put it, but our dear Sona here is going to be our newest addition to our roster. Did everyone cast their votes?” The crowd of people shouted out short blurbs of confirmation. “Good! Can you bring me the box, Jim?”
Jim walked into your view from where he was behind you. In his hand he had a small voting box which he shook before handing to Jarred. “Here you go Boss.”
“Thank you Jim. Now!” He opened the lid to the box and turned his head away from it as he dramatically twirled his hand above its contents and picked one at random. “Let’s see. Ooh, I don’t think we have any with that as of yet. Gentlemen, I hope you want some milk!” The crowd erupted once again with some people hooting and hollering in joy while others made their disappointment known. Hell you could’ve sworn you heard somebody complain that Futanari didn’t win. Jarred meanwhile walked over to the table and procured two syringes that contained bubbling green liquid.
“Wait! Don’t! I- I swear I won’t tell anyone!” You shouted and pleaded but were drowned out by the crowd that cheered the spectacle onwards. Jarred handed Jim one of the syringes as they both walked over to you, pulling the front of your blue tunic down and exposing your breasts. “Please!” Jarred nodded at Jim as they both grabbed onto one of your tits. Jarred’s grip, although firm, was surprisingly gentle which could not be said for Jim. Jim cupped his hand underneath your boob and squeezed his fingers around your flesh pulling your skin taut where it ballooned up. In unison they injected the content of the syringes into your bosom, each just jabbing in right above your nipples before fixing the displaced part of your tunic. “No! Please just listen to me?”
Jim and Jarred stepped back from you, Jim retreating to the table of syringes to put them away and Jarred to admire his work. “You know the drill gentlemen: first the show, then the action!”
Dozens of eyes watched you as the chemicals bubbled and swirled within your chest, slowly building in heat. “Hah~ What is this~?” You soon got your answer as your nipples stood painfully erect, threatening to cut through the flimsy cosplay costume you were wearing. The heat continued to swirl within your breasts as something began sloshing and churning from within them, an uncomfortably warmth and pressure quickly building up in your bosom. It quickly became unbearable, only relieved by the rapid swelling your breasts were undergoing as they stretched and grew, trying to outpace the growing pressure. The top of your tunic was caught over your areola as it painfully pressed your nipple into the puffy mass, the fabric digging into your tits as they expanded in mass. You could feel the bottom part of your outfit being pulled up to make way for your massive mammaries. This continued for some time, your breasts getting larger and larger as they raced against the sloshing weight from within themselves. Your tunic strained against the added weight and the chains dug into your wrists as you succumbed to your added top mass.
Your breasts only stopped once they had reached ridiculous proportions, each boob the size of large juicy melons. But the growing pressure never slowed down as it caught up to what your heaving udders could hold. Whatever was building up in their gurgled and sloshed as it filled each tit with more weight that pulled you down further, anymore and the chains would dislocate your wrists due to the sheer baggage attached to your chest. Your breasts dangled firmly below you as the pressure painfully tried to find some escape as it pushed against your nipple until- Like a damn bursting the pressure burst passed your nipples as creamy, white milk sprayed forth and coated the concrete floors. “Oh~ Fuck~!” Your back trembled and your legs buckled beneath you as you were brought to your first orgasm as a woman. “Agh~!!”
“Show’s over boys. You can have at ‘er!”
“What~? Wait~!” Still reeling from your orgasm Jarred sicced the crowd on you as they swarmed around you pulling and prodding at your painfully milk swollen breasts. Hands grabbed handfuls of sensitive tit flesh while others flicked and tweaked your nipples causing milk to spray the concrete walls. “Agh~ Nngh~ Wait~!” Every touch sent waves of orgasms crashing through your body, one after another. No matter how much you begged through your screams and moans of pleasure the men never gave up their torment upon you. You lost track of time as your nipples were twisted and nibbled on, sucked and squeezed as the torrent of fresh milk had no end in sight. They left you swinging from the ceiling, the chain strapped around your wrists the only thing holding you upright as your tortured milk bags swung freely beneath you, dribbling its contents on the floor. You had no strength to even attempt to hold yourself up, weak from the mind numbing amount of orgasms you were subjected to.
“Wow!” Jarred exclaimed as he paced around your limp and helpless body. “They really got into it this time. Can’t blame them, it’s been forever since we’ve had some fresh meat around here.”
“Ugh~ Please let me go~” You meekly muttered. “I’ll be good just~ My wrists hurt~!”
“No can do sweet-thing! Last time I gave in so early she nearly escaped the building!” He chuckled and pulled to headband s from his pocket. “Now I will make sure your breasts don’t pop while you marinate in your juices, capiche?” Not waiting for a response he stretched one of the armbands and slid it over your right breasts before releasing it. The stretchy material snapped shut around your breast applying a constant pressure that squeezed a faucet’s worth of milk from your tit at a constant rate. He continued, snapping the other headband over your left boob as it too was forced to empty it’s content onto the floor at an alarming rate.
“Nugh~ Noooo~ Agh hah ha aaaAAAHHHH~!!!!” You couldn’t hold back your scream of blissful pleasure as milk brushed past your entire nipple, small streams spritzing from your areolas, as your vagina twitched and spasmed. Your toes curled as your arms fruitlessly looked for anything to grab a hold of as your trembled and shaked, girlcum not just drooling but squirting from your tender and unattended pussy.
“I’ll have Jim come check on ya tomorrow if I remember. Don’t have too much fun!” The door to the room was shut behind him as locks clicked into place but you didn’t hear that. The only thing you could focus on was the sheer pleasure these bags of flesh on your chest could manage to bring you and you couldn’t wait for this pleasure to be over.