The strip club was full, though not packed from wall to wall. The location was exclusive, with a high cover charge and long lines that sometimes turned into brief bidding wars in an effort to make it past the bouncer. With the payment from its relatively well-off clientele, they could afford to keep the numbers inside high, but comfortable, with room to breathe. Of course, maintaining some additional space inside was a practical concern as well. The servers were exclusively women, the sort of thickened, extra bottom-heavy sort of girls that had sought out repeat infections on purpose for a little extra shapeliness. Though it was worth noting that none of them were infected, and pains were taken to ensure that none of them hit the floor unless they were one hundred percent clear of the virus. While a senseless orgy might have been good fun, it wasn’t the experience the discerning customers were paying for.
The servers strutted slowly through the gaps in the crowd, to and from the bar, serving orders of drinks, taking tips, offering the occasional lap dance or other little sideshow. High heels, at a mandated minimum of six inches (though, in truth, the minimum was seen as underachieving, bringing the average a hair above seven) kept the pears carefully perched and swaying with every slow, sultry step. Here and there, a few of the girls, pulled away from their duties, danced, caressing each other, grinding their jiggling bodies against one another for the amusement of patrons in private corners and boxes. The slapping sound of thick bodies colliding could barely be heard over the throbbing beat of the club’s soundtrack, interspersed with lewd, showy moans and cheers of approval.
The stage had been occupied throughout the night with a number of thick, curvy strippers, beautiful girls who made a pretty penny spinning their swollen, but likewise not infected bodies around the pole. Cascades of money rained onto the stage, forming a green carpet beneath the dancers, trickling down from the stage to be collected later. The crowd was relaxed, given the sensuous display, but the money flowed freely. Once the main attraction started, few would have the presence of mind to spend money. The uninfected girls danced their hearts out, wide, deceptively soft thighs straddling the poles, heaving breasts barely covered when they weren’t bared entirely. Their bodies, gorgeous and curvaceous as they were, were only a hint of what was to come.
They finished their show, the music lulling as the last of the cash rained down. Taking a quick bow as a few of the servers gathered the cash from the stage and the floor surrounding it, the dancers scampered off towards backstage in a well-organized line, familiar with the procedure from night after night of performance. Seats were pulled up close to the stage, and last rounds of drinks were poured as the staff checked the crowd. The bouncers had done their job well, as always. The crowd was all-male, young men, no older than thirty or so, well dressed in tailored suits to show off their fit, muscular bodies. Jocular amusement and budding excitement cut smiles across handsome faces as the feminine voice on the club speakers instructed them to remove their pants. The seats were specially cut to let them sit comfortably while their manhood hung low and long in the empty space left in the chairs.
A roar of approval went up from the crowd as a heavy, hip-hop tune sounded over the speakers, heralding the beginning of the main attraction. The front of the stage began to raise toward the ceiling, revealing a thick glass cylinder beneath. Dozens of cocks began to stiffen in anticipation as they caught their first glimpse of the star. A wink, from a dazed, gorgeous, heavy-lidded eye with a thick, glittering cover of eyeshadow and impossibly long lashes, before it fell behind a curtain of bouncy hair. Then, she dropped low, leaving only her hands visible on the pole inside the glass as it slowly made its way upward toward the high ceiling. Another cheer, applause, hooting and howling as the platform inexorably rose, letting them view the dancer in all her glory.
The New Woman was tall beyond tall, dwarfing even the largest amongst the crowd of alpha males. Her giant body was barely covered by yards of cloth, cut into skimpy, tied-on garb that cut lines into her soft, yielding flesh. She froze, her body quivering in the absence left by a few dropped beats in the song, for effect, swaying despite her best attempts to keep it still. Then, as the beat kicked back in, she swung on the edge of the pole, standing up to a towering height, her thick cheeks coming up just shy of the glass, her massive ass jiggling in time to every beat of the song. Something about the size of New Women threw the feminine jiggling of bounce virus infection into the sharpest possible relief, every inch of skin, over twice the scale of an ordinary woman, distorted by trembling, needy bounces. The gorgeous pear danced tirelessly, half-oblivious to the crowd, barely feeling anything that wasn’t the beat and the building pleasure of every vigorous bounce.
She at last took notice as she spun around the pole, spreading her legs widely, gyrating, licking her lips as she took in the sight of the crowd. Long, thick cocks above juicy, already swollen balls greeted her gaze everywhere she looked. Powerfully built, virile young men, caressing their lengths and twitching and throbbing slowly up to full stiffness as she danced. All eyes were on her, and all hands were reaching, circling, barely gripping thick, meaty hard-ons. Even with the men uninfected, it started a feedback loop in her, flooding the New Woman in a powerful wave of arousal, her own softness responding to the show of hardness around her the only way she could from behind the glass.
Backing up into the pole, her eyes staring greedily across the crowd, men smiling hungrily at her as her gaze roamed between them, she bounced against the sturdy, reinforced iron. Her cheeks wobbling and clapping against the cool surface, her thighs flecked with sweat and spreading, needily to reveal her soaking wet pussy, covered only in the most literal sense by a thin veneer of soaking wet cloth. Gyrating, bouncing, moaning and begging in senseless, wordless squeals of need, she felt the need to bounce double, and then triple as she lost herself to the virus in earnest. Her hands roamed across her body, squeezing and slapping when they weren’t supporting her on the pole, her every buck and twitch still remaining in time to the music as she bounced and bounced and bounced, her costume growing gradually wetter as she soaked it in sweat and her own feminine juices until she was dripping. The glass was beginning to fog slightly where it wasn’t covered in droplets flung from her body in her lewd display.
The excitement in the room, already overflowing, grew as the feminine voice played over the intercom again, warning the men to prepare for infection. They all stiffened a little in their seats, in anticipation. Those who hadn’t experienced it couldn’t truly be ready for what was coming, and could only watch in awe, and a palpable sense of excitement, as the glass cylinder descended into the floor. A wave of pheromones washed across the crowd in a potent, humid burst as the barrier slid into the floor, instantly exposing the entire room to the beginnings of infection. As the men began to moan and move in their seats, a powerful, slutty moan erupted from the woman, her powerful voice carrying and seeming to vibrate the foundation along with every heavy bass beat of the music.
Across the room, the men moaned, sinking into their seats as a wave of pleasure traveled, tingling, from the first breath of virus-laden air and traveling southward. Already stiff cocks, barely circled in their hands, stiffened further, lengthening, thickening, pulsing with thick veins. Swaying below the seats, the first bounces started in their swelling balls, already full and juicy, as they distended, filling up with ounce after ounce of thick, potent cum. Swaying and swiveling their hips, they gradually resolved into a rhythm, their bulging sacks finding the beat of the music playing, their pumping hands resolving into the same tempo as they stroked up and down, bounce, stroke, bounce. All eyes were still on the huge, gyrating pear on the stage, who was keeping her legs spread in needy anticipation as the already sinfully thick cocks in front of her grew even larger.
The men in front were close enough to taste her as droplets of sweat and juice flew from her body in droplets. Without the glass to protect them, every bounce and twitch of the massive woman rained almost pure liquid virus across them. With every bounce, they grew larger, their balls swelling huge, hanging low and heavy, filling up so completely that they would have been trembling if they weren’t bouncing. Overfilled, craving relief, pumped up to the absolute limit by thick, potent seed, they worked themselves to the beat, unsure if they were following the music or simply matching the pattern of the gargantuan, dancing pear on the stage. Their cocks only continued to lengthen, some of them pumping with both hands and barely able to circle their massive, throbbing forms, thick veins pulsing against their hands with every stroke as they began to pump faster, their balls still swaying to the beat.
The dancer let out another keening, slutty moan, loud enough to be heard above the thumping beat and the sounds of furious, wild pumping on huge cocks. Instinctively, she pulled the sopping, sodden cloth to the side as the first eruptions started. Throbbing, pulsing cocks erupted close to her, instinctively, the men leaned in towards her, tilting steel-hard cocks toward her pussy, the virus driving them to impregnate her, to infect her even further. Cum rained down in high arcs, pitching even above her huge body, landing in thick splashes across her hips, her thighs, her chest. The direct shots of the virus only reinforcing her need to bounce a dozenfold, her body not missing a beat even as she grew. The straps of cloth grew ever tighter in deep lines across her soft, swollen body before drawing tight and snapping off her as she towered even taller, her body growing only softer and more jiggly as she bounced, and bounced, and bounced.
Turning around, baring her ass to the crowd as the last scraps of cloth shred, bursting off of her overgrown form and drifting to the floor, she continued to bounce in time, her heavy cheeks clapping as she needily thrust her dripping pussy backwards, making it an easier target. The first load landed directly between the lips of her pussy, and she swiveled, never once dropping the beat, even as the floor shook from the force of her motions as she squealed through a violent orgasm. Her tongue slipped from her mouth, her eyelashes fluttering as her eyes crossed, her neck curving as she threw her head back, sounding another loud mating call to the horny, crazed men.
The New Woman rained down juice in an aggressive, squirting orgasm, splashes of liquid landing across the men, instantly renewing their vigor as she thrust her ass back. Lost utterly to the virus and the never-ending string of pleasure, she ceased to dance entirely, instead clapping her ass with a constant, savage, booming percussion. The next wave of cum hit her across her ass, more and more shots successfully finding the mark with an unmoving target, spurt after spurt cascading across her pussy in thick, white-hot jets. Her pussy rained down, near-constantly throbbing between her giant, soaking wet thighs as the virus laid down endless waves of radiating, bouncing pleasure in orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
Without the need of an intercom warning, other platforms throughout the club began to rise upward. The titillating precautions of the speakers and glass protection abandoned as the men were already lost. Lights illuminated huge New Women, somehow corralled into tight, slutty clothes. A dark-skinned girl in tight leather laced down tightly against her thick, jiggling ass, another spilling jiggling flesh out of the squares between immense fishnets, her body clad in a skintight parody of a nurse’s dress. A massive pear with a waterfall of dark black curls bouncing in rhythm to her motions, her body already swelling, threatening to burst her fragile pantyhose beneath a lacy French maid uniform, needily moaning as she raised her skirt to reveal low-cut lacy panties, struggling to contain her burgeoning flesh. A twelve-foot woman, in reinforced platform heels nearly two feet tall, her over-inflated body bouncing, lifting her impossibly short pleated schoolgirl skirt to show off striped panties distorted over hundreds of pounds of jiggling, rounded ass.
The entire club was infected five times over, the men swelling even further, their balls continuing a slow, sloshing descent as they grew heavier and heavier with gallons of thick, potent cum. Cocks extending impossibly, even farther as greedy hands worked them up and down, eruptions of cum gushing from throbbing heads to rain down across the slutty, ravenous women as they worked the poles, a chorus of loud, New Woman moans rumbling across the dance floor. Towards the front, at the largest stage, the largest, lewdest pear continued to thrust her ass backwards, utterly naked except for her overtaxed and massive high heels. Her mouth was still hanging open, tongue lewdly curling in the air, her eyes crossing and uncrossing, unfocused as she moaned, bouncing and bouncing her huge ass shifting waves of virus-laden air across the club. Even now, dozens of vicious, squirting orgasms later, covered in splashes of cum and soaked in sweat, every clap of her ass synced perfectly to the pulsing hip-hop beat.
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