The Club Encounter

Chapter 1: First Meeting

The club throbbed with neon lights and pounding bass, a sweaty swirl of bodies grinding on the dance floor. Bambi, stage name for Candy Powers, moved through it in a pastel pink bikini top and thong, her platinum blonde curls bouncing with every exaggerated hip sway. She was a master at this game: spot the shy ones, tease them senseless, collect the cash. Tonight, her target sat in a corner booth, a lanky guy barely old enough to be here, clutching a cheap beer with wide, nervous eyes.

Fresh meat, she thought, glossed lips curling into a smirk. She strutted over, heels clicking on the sticky floor, and leaned across his table, offering a full view of her enhanced cleavage. “Hey, cutie. You look lonely. Want some company?”

He blinked up at her, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Uh, sure. If you want to.”

Adorable. Too easy. She slid into the booth, pressing her thigh against his, manicured nails tracing circles on his arm. “I always want to, sugar. What’s your name?”

“Josh,” he mumbled, eyes darting between her face and the table.

“Cute name for a cute boy.” She giggled, tossing her hair. “Ever had a private dance, Joshie?”

He shook his head, and she caught the twitch in his jeans. “How about one now? Free, just ‘cause you’re so damn adorable.”

He nodded silently, and she climbed onto his lap, straddling him, knees sinking into the worn leather. She started grinding to the music, grabbing his hesitant hands and planting them on her hips. “Don’t be shy, baby. Touch me.”

He’s trembling. This’ll be quick. She rolled her hips harder, feeling him stiffen beneath her, his breath catching. “F-fuck,” he groaned, voice cracking. “You’re really good at this.”

“Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet,” she purred, winking. She reached down, palming him through his jeans, expecting a fast finish. But as she shifted, her thong slid aside, and his cock—straining against the denim—sprang free in a sudden, awkward jolt. Before she could pull back, the thick tip pressed against her, slipping past her folds and sinking deep into her pussy with a slick, shocking thrust.

“What the fuck?!” she yelped, freezing as he filled her, the accidental vaginal penetration jolting her core. This isn’t the plan! She tried to lift off, but his hands clamped onto her hips, his body bucking instinctively, driving him deeper.

“S-sorry!” Josh gasped, eyes wide with panic. “I didn’t mean to—it just happened!”

“Get it out, you idiot!” she snapped, shoving at his chest, but the angle trapped her, and his squirming only buried him further. She felt him stretch her, the swollen head bulging against her womb, a faint mound rising in her lower stomach. She glanced down, horrified, seeing the outline pulse with his thrusts. “Oh my God, I can feel it!”

“I can’t control it,” he choked, hips twitching uncontrollably. “It’s starting—fuck, it hurts!”

“Starting?!” she barked, but then a searing flood erupted inside her, thick and scalding, pumping straight into her womb. Her belly quivered, then swelled fast, the hot cum bloating her insides. “No, what the fuck!” she cried, hands flying to her stomach as it rounded out, skin stretching tight.

Josh groaned, head thrown back, his muffled “Mmmph!” vibrating through clenched teeth as wave after wave poured from him. Her thong tore under the pressure, strings snapping, and the excess spilled over her thighs, sticky and warm. “Let go of me, you freak!” she screamed, nails digging into his arms, but his grip held, and the relentless torrent pinned her in place.

Her bikini top strained, strings biting into her shoulders as her womb inflated further, pushing her belly into a glistening, taut dome. “Fuck, it’s too much!” she wailed, voice breaking, her hands pressing helplessly against the growing swell. She felt every pulse, the heat stretching her deeper, her muffled moans slipping out—sharp, pained “Mmmh! Ngh!” sounds she couldn’t hold back. The fabric creaked, then popped free, leaving her bare as her stomach ballooned outward, heavy and obscene.

“Please,” Josh rasped, voice raw, “just take it—I can’t stop!” Another muffled groan—“Nngh!”—escaped him as the flood slowed, each spurt stretching her womb to its limit.

Finally, it tapered off. He slumped back, chest heaving, jeans a soaked mess. She sat dazed, her massive belly resting on her thighs, skin shiny and tight, sloshing faintly with every breath. She glared at him, fury and exhaustion warring in her chest.

“You’re a fucking monster,” she hissed, voice trembling.

“I didn’t mean to,” he whimpered, guilt flashing in his eyes. “I swear, I—”

“Shut up!” She staggered to her feet, wincing at the weight pulling her down. “Stay the hell away from me.” She hobbled off, swollen and seething, leaving him crumpled in the booth.

Chapter 2: Backstage Fix

Candy stumbled backstage, her belly sloshing with every step, torn bikini top clutched to her chest, thong long gone. She cursed under her breath as a warm trickle ran down her thigh. Can’t work like this. Leaking everywhere. She dropped onto a chair, wincing at the pressure, and spotted Trixie adjusting garters across the cluttered dressing room.

“Trix! I need help, now,” she called, voice sharp with desperation.

Trixie glanced over, smirking at the sight. “Damn, girl. You look like you swallowed a beach ball.”

“Some kid fucking exploded in me,” Candy muttered, softening as she met Trixie’s gaze. “I’m a mess, and it’s not stopping.”

“Sounds like a wild ride.” Trixie sauntered over, crouching to inspect the bloated stomach. “You’re leaking bad, babe. That’s a lot.”

“No shit,” Candy groaned, shifting as another drip escaped, pooling beneath her. “You got anything big? Like a plug? I need to keep it in.”

Trixie’s grin widened, and she rummaged through her glittery duffel, pulling out a thick black silicone plug, fist-sized with a flared base. “My anal favorite, but it’ll work up front. You sure you can handle it?”

Candy stared at it, throat tightening. Huge. No choice. “Give it here,” she said, snatching it. She spread her legs, wincing as her belly shifted, and positioned the plug at her slick, overstretched entrance. The first push stung, her pussy resisting, but she gritted her teeth and shoved it in, a muffled “Mmmph!” slipping out as it settled deep, sealing the flood inside.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” she hissed, hands trembling from the strain. The leaking stopped, but the fullness pressed hard against her womb, making her belly feel even heavier.

“You’re a trooper,” Trixie said, impressed. “How’s it feel?”

“Like I’m gonna pop. But it’s holding.” She stood shakily, the plug a constant ache. “I can finish the night.”

“Guys’ll love that gut,” Trixie noted, smirking. “Freak show pays.”

She was right. Candy threw on a stretchy silver skirt and cropped top, leaving her swollen belly exposed, and hit the floor. The crowd noticed instantly—whistles and hoots followed as she swayed to a pole, the weight bouncing slightly. Tips piled up fast, twenties and fifties raining down. Making bank, she thought, forcing her Bambi smile. But Josh crept into her mind—his panicked apologies, the way he’d gripped her. I started it. Pushed him too far. Guilt flickered, buried under the cash.

“Shake that belly, baby!” a gruff voice shouted, tossing money. She obliged, rolling her hips, the plug pressing deeper as her stomach jiggled, raking in more than ever.

(Full story will be posted on March folder since I can't post it here due the letter limit)