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Popping Harder Deeper Faster!
SPOILERSfemale-to-shemale, dancing, becoming a stripper, short hair cuties)
STORY PROMPT:

Cameron looked around the empty bar, waiting their first customers in an hour. Hopefully, but it seemed like they’d been getting less and less business lately. Other bars with younger, hotter waitresses and cheaper weaker beers were pulling in the crowds. Soon enough this classic joint would go belly up.
And she’d be back to waiting tables at some family fun house with three hundred license plates nailed to the wall! There was a pop from the radio behind the bar, and then some intro song for a DJ came on. “Thought the radio was off?”
“Now ladies, while we all know we have one of the best bars around… whether your tastes are for some import beers or something frothier… I have tremendous respect for all our sisters out there fighting the good fight against sobriety and boring day-to-day tedium. You keep life popping! So P-POP would like to offer a special goodluck song for all you bargirls. Dancers, servers, whatevers! Just don’t forget to…”
*POP*
Cameron thought at first the radio had broke, but then the loud sounds of the guitars and pounding drums came over the speakers. It was certainly suitable for a bar… but a little more dirty than she would have normally gone for. Still AC/DC was a common selection so she couldn’t say that a more modern song wasn’t alright.
She started swaying to the beat, turning her mop around in her hands and pretending it was a microphone as she got more into it. Her shoulder length black hair… receding into her head into a messy bob cut. Wild and untamed, like her sluttier makeup. Darker eyeshadow and darker lipstick. Her shirt buttons popped off one by one as both her tits grew while the fabric shrunk. A studded collar wove around her neck… tightened during a mock high note and driving her to briefly grind against the mop.
“OH… ah fuck me,” Cameron backed up and sat on an empty table. Her pussy felt… violently engorged. Like it was having an end of the world party with a dozen tapped kegs. Cunt lips transformed into meaty flaps that gasped as some parts of her insides swelled and others shranks. She was ripe with the smell of bitch, as her parted legs showed her panties tear apart and crotchless leggings tie together under a… not-skirt. It was for stripping, not decent society. Her breasts went through one more… pulse of growth as fat materialized inside of them. Granting her a natural chest three times what she’d started with. Pushing out the too tight black clip on top so hard one could see the protrusions of the nipple pasties underneath the material.
Her cunt twitched, clenched and then contracted around somethings! Cameron fell backwards against the polished wood. Legs splayed as wide as they would go. She could feel herself being unmade. Emphasize on the her. Her womb wasn’t there anymore. Her ripened cum filling balls were dropping through her vanishing cunt. Her dripping vagina was parted and stretched so, oh so very far from their mass that the reddish yet lightening flesh of her newly created ballsack could be seen. Squirts of pussy juice shot out every so often as the pressure on her new organs increased. Her clit turned soon to be cumming cock was four inches long. Glistening pre dripping glans stretching and growing with each contraction as her new gender birthed itself.
And unmade the old one.
“Mmmmh… YEAH… oh, fuck me… harder… come on…” moaned the transforming woman as her shemale organs took form. Her swelling man meat born from her weak female slit pulsing up to six inches and still growing. Her hands clenched and her toes curled in her stilettos as she felt those balls pulse! Her little swimmers were fighting a war against her eggs… and of course they were winning! There were so many more of them, and more made every moment. And every ovum consumed only became more spunk. Still some… were fertilized by the frenzy of transformation. A pointless end, given the end that had come to her womb. The only thing her balls were good for was cum.
Which they soon would as… she felt them push against the spread rim of her pussy. Spreading her lower lips wider than they’d ever been before.
Not like she was a mother… or ever would be.
*POP*
“Oh… my GOD!” Cameron stared down between her new tits at the happy form of her bellend, dripping a stream of cum from the tip as her balls jerked up. She had a front row seat to her squirting cock pumping out jet after jet of cum! A fountain of seed and wasted eggs into the air in front of her. Over the floor, her own slutty stripperific undergarments that had consumed her clothes. Into the bucket of rank water from mopping the floor. Which would soon need to be cleaned again. The bar was opening soon…
And it smelled of shemale stripper slut.