Market day was the best. The usually drab town burst into a hive of activity and colour. Whether it was the main street or tiny alleyways, stalls and shoppers filled every possible space. There was even a large wooden stage in the central square where performers could show off their routines. Certain acts managed to rise to fame just from strutting their stuff in front of the locals; you never know who’ll be watching in the crowd after all.
Happily soaking in the atmosphere was Lala. No one batted an eye at her flamboyant pink latex leotard, matching boots, and shock of feathers splaying out from the back. Entertainers were always out on mass during market days. She was feeling extra bouncy today, due to having secured her very first performance on the main stage. With the time left before her slot, she’d decided to search for a little pre-dance present from the surrounding stalls.
Just as she was about to give up and head over to the stage early, a small jewellery stand caught her eye. The handsome blue haired seller smiled as Lala approached and waved a practised hand over his wares.
“Styles and sizes for all needs and occasions. Let me know if anything takes your fancy, Miss.”
Lala’s eyes shone as she looked over the items on display. From simple earrings to decorative necklaces, the stall was a treasure hoard.
“Everything’s so pretty,” she squealed, picking up a silver bangle, “Hmm, I guess I should get something small that won’t jangle around too much. I’m a dancer, you see.”
“Not to worry, miss, we have plenty of smaller items.” He gestured to a display of rings, “Perhaps something like this? I’m sure even a small enhancement would catch everyone’s attention.”
She picked through a couple of the different rings until settling on one with a thin band covered in sparkles. Then she happily handed over payment.
“Would you like it in a bag?”
“No no, I’ll put it on now. My performance is super soon, and I can’t wait for everyone to see it shine. Look out for me, okay?”
Before he could respond Lala had already slipped the ring onto her finger and rushed off into the crowd.
Maybe if it hadn’t been quite so packed with people, or if she’d just paid a little more attention Lala would have seen the large sign in front of the stall announcing that it was full of magically enhanced jewellery. As it was, however, Lala was none the wiser of the precise affect her purchase was about to have.
Lala had just made it to a small backstage area, made for performers to sort through any needed props or music. She sat down on the small bench provided and tapped her foot in time to the music of the current act. Starting to feel a little hot, Lala tugged at the large cut-out at the top of her suit. Even though latex allowed great freedom of movement, it could get so clingy in this weather. It didn’t normally feel quite this hot though. Shrugging off the feeling she held out her hand, contentedly watching the jewels on the ring shine different colours.
A strange feeling in her chest distracted her. It was both overly warm and slightly tingly. She looked down and blinked in disbelief. While she had always been rather proud of her breast size and the way her cleavage looked in latex, they seemed to have grown fuller since the last time she looked down. As she gingerly cupped her boobs with both hands she could actually feel them slowly expanding under neither her hands. In only a few moments they were already seriously testing the stretching abilities of her latex outfit.
It was at that moment that Lala heard polite clapping from the audience outside, as the current performer was taking a bow. Lala clutched desperately at her breasts, trying to ignore how much her fingers were able to sink in. This gig had been set up ages in advance, she couldn’t waste the opportunity. But how was she supposed to glide across the dancefloor with these? The latex could only stop them from moving so much, and they didn’t look like they were going to stop growing anytime soon.
The current performer entered the backstage. They openly gaped at Lala’s breasts for a moment before attempting a polite smile and hurrying out of the room. The crowd outside was already mumbling impatiently for the next act. Lala took a deep breath and nodded to herself. The show must go on, and all that jazz. Trying to hide her embarrassment at her already ridiculously sized breasts, she stepped out onto the stage.
Lala attempted to flash a smile to greet the audience. Her breasts were really starting to ache now, and she could no longer ignore how they felt while constantly rubbing against her outfit. Her whole body was starting to get really hot. To top it off the latex suit was audibly squeaking as it attempted to hold everything in. A couple of men in the crowd wolf whistled, and another loudly announced, “Now this is more like it!” She couldn’t really blame them, her bouncing boobs had to be pretty hypnotising at this point.
The music began and she swayed her hips from side to side, then sweep her leg forwards in front of her. It was a well-rehearsed routine, she just had to focus and last through the whole thing. Not being able to use her hands to hold up her breasts meant that Lala was really feeling the weight of them now. It felt like someone was blowing them up like balloons, and the growth rate was pretty similar. By now, the audience probably thought she’d hidden blow-up beach balls inside of her suit.
Lala was started to really worry about how much longer her latex suit was going to hold. The leotard was beginning to get seriously tight and was trying to ride up, in other areas, as it attempted to cover her boobs. At that moment the music built to its climax and Lala span around in a dramatic display of feathers. While in practice, the spin ended with a leap across the room and a dainty landing. In reality, her huge breasts swung wildly and knocked Lala so off balance that she landed on the floor.
Trying to laugh with the audience, Lala moved to stand, but she couldn’t. Her breasts were completely weighing her down, pinning her body to the floor. Lala flushed red as she realised that trying to save the performance was impossible. If these damned things would stop growing, maybe she could at least drag herself off the stage.
Suddenly, she noticed a shock of blue hair. The man from the stall was rushing up onto the stage and heading over to her.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m really sorry,” he panted, “It’s only supposed to double your current size.” He managed to scoop most of her boobs into his arms and lift them, with a grunt. “Come on, miss.”
Lala whimpered a little at the feeling of a stranger handling her breasts but focused on awkwardly shuffling her way off the stage. Once backstage, the man helped her sit back onto the floor and pulled the ring off her finger.
“At least they’ll stop growing now.” He looked up at her with a grin, but backtracked at her angry expression, “I’ll, uhh…I’ll give you a refund.”
“How is that supposed to fix my ruined performance?” she panted
His smug grin returned as he jerked his thumb back towards the stage, “I wouldn’t say that miss.”
As she listened, she realised that the crowd were whooping and cheering out for an encore. She flushed a deeper red, “That wasn’t exactly how I planned on getting their attention.”