Boombox Boogie 2

Knew I had to come back to this one sometime. I’ve been a little fried lately so I've been writing whatever comes to mind, and I know this one was a pretty big hit when I wrote the first part. The boombox that blasts rap and disco music and makes ladies around it dying to shake it and grind on the nearest guy they can find.

I especially like writing for the DJ. It’s always short and dumb radio jockey stuff that seems to juuust barely get what’s going on but is only there to do its curse/power. I think that’s what makes me interested in this idea while I barely ever write hypnosis stuff. Everybody seems to enjoy it, but also it being this uncontrollable force. Nick’s the only one immune to it so he’s on a bit of a power trip, but he also isn’t sure what it does or how it works. So he’s leaving it on and afraid to turn it off, whatever the consequences. I start to explore the downsides that come with that in this chapter.

And yea, I plan on picking up the next chapter right where this one leaves off. It just felt like too funny an ending and I’d been waiting to set that scene up for a long time.

Nick was really starting to get used to having his enchanted boombox blasting right next to him. Sure, some of the songs were obnoxious things he’d never heard of, but when they got every woman within earshot to turn into a persistently horny with a bigger, thicker ass, hearing some annoying music felt worth it.

He loved watching every milf and girl his age slow their pace and start to shake their hips like they were slutty dancers at the club. Even Old Lady West, who was well into her 60s, seemed to liven up and even start to look a little younger when she heard the music. Nick decided he wasn’t about to get that desperate, so he turned the volume down and hurried off towards his real destination.

He walked up to the mall with the volume turned almost completely off. He was obsessed with his magical new toy and was intent on experimenting with it for a long time to come. He had a lot of questions about how it worked, and when his attempts involved him cumming in a horny random woman, he had little reason not to find those answers out. He’d seen the results it had on a random woman (and men to a lesser extent, but it only seemed to make them ignore him completely). Now he wanted to see how it worked with a group.

Nick went to the bench in front of the mall’s central fountain. The barely audible music didn’t grab anyone’s attention beyond some puzzled looks at his outdated cassette player, but he thought he saw some women tapping their foot or bobbing their heads along with the quiet beat. He made sure he had a bunch of women passing by before he cranked the volume up.

“A special thanks to all our lady listeners for stickin’ around,” the deep-voiced DJ greeted.

The women around him looked confused while every male completely ignored him. In fact, one boy picked up on the fact that his mom was distracted and took the chance to duck into the arcade.

“We’re about to enter another extended block of non-stop mix of your funky favorites, starting off with Groove and Grind.”

A poppy disco beat started up and Nick immediately recognized the softening of the women’s expressions that slowly turned into euphoric smiles. They all flocked closer to him and his enchanting boombox, already swaying their hips playfully.

“Ooh, I remember this one!” a random milf pointed out. She was dressed in a basic blouse and stretch pants around her wide hips, and Nick could see them stretching even more as her wide ass became thicker and more pronounced.

“Omg! I love classical music!”

A pair of popular blondes left the nearby clothing store to approach him and his music. They were already busty and bubbly before the music hit them, their narrow waists swinging to shake their asses like a pair of pendulums keeping the beat. One was in a tight and slutty top while the other was just in her bra and skirt. Her arms were still tangled in her shirt, having been compelled to come closer to the enchanting music while she was still in the changing room.

A curvy black mall cop, a vendor at a snack stand, a tan-lined woman dropping a couple bags from the store that sold vitamins or health food or something he was never perfectly clear on… the women swarmed around him, mashing their bodies against Nick to gyrate and grind. The others settled for breaking into increasingly raunchy dance numbers. Some college girls twerked ass to ass in his lap, shamelessly bumping their buns against his excited erection. A pair of milfs locked hands and entered an impossibly coordinated series of serpentine movements.

“Mm, I haven’t danced like this in ages,” one purred before sensually biting the other’s lip in their mindless display.

The snack vendor bent over and planted her hands on the bench, leaving her huge tits right in Nick’s face. She grunted lustily as she tore at her collar, ripping her top open as buttons went flying. She bucked her hips back and forth until she was shoving her big warm jugs into his face.

“God, did they turn up the heat in here?” she panted as she started rapidly struggling to undo her bra.

“Little bit,” Nick squeaked out with a dumb grin on his face. “Need me to help take that off?”

“Toootally. Bras are hard,” she whined witlessly. The blasting music practically had her brains melting out her ears while her libido filled in the missing space.

Nick rubbed a hand over the twerking coeds’ asses while he helped pull the server’s top off. He couldn’t settle on where to look while as many women as possible pushed in to rub against him. All the while, a full dance number broke out with anyone who couldn’t reach him past his crowd of adoring music sluts. They moved in ridiculous sync, basically performing their own music video for him along to the song. One that was equal parts rap video, disco dance floor and strip show as they groped, ground and kissed all over each other.

“Awww! No fair!” one of the college girls in his lap pleaded. “Help me out of these pants first! They’re sooooo tight!”

“Yea! Pants suck!” the other insisted stubbornly. She grabbed her leggings and yanked them off in one swipe as if they were a tearaway stripper outfit. She hooted like a drunken party girl as her perky ass grew thicker and wider as it slapped against Nick’s crotch.

He gladly pulled the other’s pants down for her, running his hands over her growing meaty cheeks. The college girl moaned and gasped, reacting as if he was touching her clit instead. She rubbed her hands over her tits as her thick cheeks bounced, having grown large enough that they wobbled out of sync with each other. One big pale cheek plopped down while the other was on its way up, keeping them constantly bumping against his hardon.

The pair lowered their panties as they mashed their butts together on either side of his lap. Nick grinned as he pulled his own pants down, letting their naked asses slam into his dick from either side. He moaned and thrust up as their hefty cheeks jiggled like a gelatinous car crash, clapping their hips together in an aggressive reverse booty humping with him caught in the middle.

The lady from the food stand desperately groped at her breasts, smearing the sweaty orbs over his face. She seemed to be radiating body heat now as her eyes glazed over with musical lust. Nick kissed and even bit at her hard nipples, getting her to moan witlessly. He slapped her ass hard and she just wailed louder, shaking her hips back and forth to jiggle her jugs in his face. He gave a few more spanks to the beat of the music and as if responding to his rhythmic command, he heard a loud rip in her pants as her ass grew big enough to burst through her clothes.

The snack bar woman cried out in a relieved arousal, her fat cheeks turning her plain panties into a thong compared to her girthy booty. There was a sound like a bubble going through a water jug as even her tits grew larder, spilling out until they were resting on his shoulders and smothering him in the sweaty flesh.

“Ohmigod, you’re such a good dancer!” one of the coeds moaned, running her hands euphorically through her hair.

“Dance me, big boy! Dance my fucking brains out!” her friend demanded as if she was about to burst.

Nick grabbed one around the waist as best he could with his vision mostly blocked by the moaning woman’s groaning tits. He pulled her into his lap and thrust his cock up her ass. The enlarged buns easily swallowed him up, guiding him to her asshole. He caught the blonde girl’s face more than anything else, and he could see her eyes and mouth go wide open in brainless arousal. Her tongue rolled out as she flung her hair back, eyes rolling around as if her entire ass was her g-spot.

“Fuck yes! You dance me so good! Please boogie all over my booty!” she ranted through her rave.

Nick gave a few pumps into her meaty ass, but the flood of women smothering him in attention and flesh was hard to resist. He thrust hard and shot a warm, sticky load up her asshole, getting her to scream out in delight.

“Yes! YES! G-G… GROOOOVE AND GRIND! MOVE YOUR BEHIIIIIND~!”

Nick could see her brain melting orgasm in work on her face and feel it squirting over his lap like a bursting water balloon. She cried out along with the lyrics as she lost her mind from the anal orgasm. She bent far over as her tight asshole stroked along his dick, cleaning up most of his cum until it popped off and left him dripping down her cheeks and thighs.

Nick let his hands roam over his remaining private dancers, watching as the rest of the nearby women had turned their dance into a stripping orgy. They all gyrated and stroked each other in some primal show for his approval, gone from music video to mating dance as they silently pleaded for the next spot grinding up against him.

He looked over the lot as the new girl mounted his lap, twerking her huge, clapping cheeks against his still leaking cock. She didn’t seem to mind that it was still recovering in its soft state, slapping it around between her buns.

“Uh… how about…” he spoke calmly. Every one of the dancing women’s eyes roamed over to him hopefully.

“It’s getting kind of sweaty in here. Whoever can get me a drink first is next on my dance card.”

He had to grin as about a dozen women went scrambling away, shoving and pulling at each other to get to a vending machine or snack stand first. One milfy brunette who had tits that were falling out of her stretched to hell sweater came running towards Nick waving for his attention.

“I got it! I have something to drink!” she insisted as she tore open her sweater. “Dance with ME, big Nicky! Make me feel so groovy!”

Nick realized what she meant just as she shoved her tits into his face from the other direction as the snack girl. She cupped her big pale jugs and stuffed her nipple into his mouth, groping and squeezing them hard enough to mold them out of shape.  She was desperate enough to leave light scratch marks over her fair skin where her painted nails as she started forcing her milk into Nick’s mouth.

The other girls gave a theatrical groan of defeat as four massive tits rubbed over Nick’s face. The once skinny coed’s ass was only growing bigger, burying his cock in her buns as they bounced and clapped together. The thick flesh was hanging off either side of his lap rather than really sitting in it, gasping and moaning like every breath was in time with one of the song’s notes.

Even the lactating milf’s milk started coming out to the beat. He could feel the pulsing bass vibrating their jugs around him and the hot milk filling his mouth faster than he could swallow it. His hands roamed around him, groping at anything they could. There was always something for him to bury his hands into as the growing babes surrounded him with juicy flesh.

“Nicky! Let me at those disco balls, baby!” a new girl shouted.

He recognized the skinny, geeky young woman who worked at the comic shop hurrying over. She shook her head and he saw her thick glasses fly from her face, exposing her glittering, lovestruck eyes and making her tangled, dyed red hair flow behind her in a suddenly silky smooth streak. She slid with theatrical grace along the tile floor and landed kneeling between his legs. Her rather tiny breasts immediately blew up into volleyball-sized jugs, squeezed between his thighs as she stuck her head under the college girl’s humping ass to suck on his balls. Her slurping noises rang out as her tongue and braces rubbed around his sack.

Nick moaned as he came into the second college girl’s ass. It was like flicking a switch as she squealed and came on his lap identically to the last one. She bent over and shook her ass, wobbling her cheeks and showing off her cum-leaking holes.

“So far out, man~!” she chimed in lingo from well before her time.

“Me next!” another woman declared as she strut and bobbed towards Nick.

“No me! Nicky, I need to dance with you!” a girl with tits growing out the sides of her work apron insisted.

“Nicky I’m gonna DIE if I can’t dance!” another girl shrieked from the back of his magical flash mob.

The girls started to shout and argue for a few seconds, pushing their way closer. Nick tried to push the snack girl’s boobs out of his face, but the firm pressure made her shake and moan. He felt her squirt on his side and stumble enough for her hips to bump against the boombox, the plasticy sound of the impact alerting him right away. He turned and grabbed it by the handle, terrified by the idea of his new power breaking by falling off a bench or into the fountain.

“GROOVE!” exactly half of the girls around him shouted at the others.

“GRIND!” the other half replied along with the lyrics.

“GROOVE!”

“GRIND!”

Maybe it was his third orgasm shooting over the sexed up geek’s face, or the seemingly imminent brawl over his attention. Or maybe it was the risk of his boombox being taken away. Either way, Nick decided that was enough of this experiment. He switched the volume down low as he pulled up his pants in the brief moment when his dick wasn’t being worshipped and attended to. The women’s chants started to trail off and the lactating mother hesitantly stumbled away from him.

“Okay. That’s enough for now,” he decided as he staggered to his feet. “Catch you all next time, ladies.”

“Oh… okay…” one of them mumbled in a dream-like state.

“Come dance with us again, stud!” the mall cop called after him as he hurried off.

Nick didn’t want to waste the trip and experimented a little more, but in much more contained circumstances. He got a clothing store clerk to give him a private lapdance in one of the changing rooms and got a cute Asian girl to grind all over him while still dancing her perfect streak on her DDR machine. The cashier at the candy store was happy to let him take a free box when he offered her a quick dance/standing sex.

When he was good and satisfied (and had a smoothie to wash out the taste of lactating milf milk), he finally made his way home. It was late in the afternoon and he needed to grab something for dinner. He got back to his house and left the boombox on the table, letting the mysterious DJ ramble on about something or other with the volume on low. He had his head in the fridge when he finally heard some of the footsteps behind him.

“There you are. You would not believe the day me and mom had.”

Nick froze as he recognized the voice of his big sister Amy. His mind sped through the implications as he poked his head up over the door.

“Amy! Don’t touch that!” he warned hastily.

“What? This old piece of crap?” Amy asked, glancing at it uncertainly. “Where’d you even find this?”

Nick desperately hoped it wouldn’t affect his sister… for whatever reason. They weren’t the closest siblings, and sure she was kind of hot with her hourglass figure and tendency to wear revealing clothes. Her tight jean shorts hugged her slightly curvy hips, and he thought he saw them subtly shifting to the soft tune warming up.

“It’s not important. Let me put that away before-”

“Ooh! Is that Bounce It Out?!” his mom’s voice gushed from the other room. His thick and curvy mom trotted happily into the room, smiling from ear to ear.

“I remember that song! Turn it up!”

“Mom, wait a…”

The DJ’s voice came more clearly as he saw his mom and sister’s expressions soften and grow more vacant.

“This one goes out to all your mamas out there, because everybody’s mama is still a lady. Treat her like one,” the low voice explained over the rising 70s tune that started to blast from the boombox.

“Ohhh… ok, this isn’t so bad,” Amy muttered as her eyes glazed over. A smile cracked across her normally crabby expression.

“Oh, honey~!” Nick’s plump and cheerful mom chimed as she turned her mindlessly happy gaze towards him.

“This takes me back to when I was dating your father. C’mere and dance with mommy…”

“Well shit,” Nick sighed as his family surrounded him.