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(Vote) SongsTress Quest Episode 7 - Feel The Music Move You
🕑 Added 2025-07-09 17:00:14 +0000 UTCWell hey, what's wrong with generic? Not everyone gets to be a star. These girls had their chance at that - maybe they're just not suited for the limelight. They seem better suited to the background, supporting the real star on the stage. And you can definitely help with that.
Taking a deep breath, and trying to not feel too put out at being ignored by the two ladies you've made much too horny to think, you begin to sing again - another wordless melody, your voice filling the room with pitch perfect harmony. Music a human could never have created floods their ears, and through them floods their heads, their hearts, and their souls. Through your voice, the pair become your instruments, and you sculpt them to play as you please.
"~♫~" Their curves swell as their outfits melt. You delight in the sounds of their moans and squeals as their eager hands suddenly have so much more ass to squeeze, so much more tit to grope. The pair wrap around one another, legs entwined, tongues tangled, rolling together in a slutty sapphic serenade. They've woven themselves together so tightly that it's hard to tell them apart at all!
Why not help them out with that?
"~♫~" More changes spread through them. The brunette grows taller while the redhead shrinks, their legs adjusting, backs firming, the two now standing at exactly the same height - or they will when they stand up. Their busts swell again, each lady developing breasts as big as their heads, the exact same size. You adjust your note a little, give them fine booties to match. Your backup hourglass girls~ And of course, then you raise the bitch, and all of the colour just drains out of their hair, brown and red leached away as blonde rushes out from their roots to their tips, both hairstyles shrinking to a cut just above the shoulders, shorter than yours.
They're your support, after all. They can't exceed you in any way.
"~♫~" Skin-tight silver bodysuits stretch around them, wrapping them up from neck to toe, slipping and sliding around their squeezing fingers. Small, glittery, practically transparent dresses weave themselves around their curves, lesser recreations of your own, so slutty they're almost parodies. Backup dancers aren't to be respected, after all - they're to be shown off.
"~♫~" Masks settle over their heads, silver stars that cover them from cheek to cheek, making it look like they don't have eyes or noses at all - like their faces are blank slates. Which they are. Why keep things they don't need? Your dancers are extensions of you - they don't need their own senses. Their features sink back into their heads, leaving nothing but mask in their place, and leaving just their mouths, their lips plumping and painted silver. Their tongues might be useful, after all~
"~♫~" Your pitch rises even higher as the song reaches its crescendo, echoing through their ears and piercing whatever's left of their lust laden minds. With a single note, you burst what remains of their identities, washing away their names, their memories, their individuality - anything that isn't useful to you, they no longer need. Then, with the gentlest coda you can imagine, your voice sculpts the resulting mental slush into their new selves.
A pair of horny, slutty, slavishly devoted dancers. Flexible, graceful, beautiful, and identical in every way. You smile as your song comes to a finish, proud of your work. After all, what singer doesn't want a pair of sexed up strumpets worshiping your every step? These two are utterly obsessed with you, to the point of becoming your pale imitations. It's so delightful for the ego, seeing them stare up at you so stary-faced and...
... Oh, they're still all over each other.
"Girls!" You stomp your foot.
The pair squeak and jump to their feet, presenting themselves to you properly - though you do note that they both still have a hand on one another's asses. Hm. You might have made them a bit too horny...
Oh well. Sighing, you turn and walk from the room - and you're pleased to hear them immediately fall into step with you, two paces behind. That's where they'll always be from now on~
But now what? Ngh, you can feel the heat inside you starting to burn. You need to set up your Lair, and soon - but you might be able to fit one more mission in first, as long as it doesn't take too long. The city is open to you, you may go wherever you please - well, as long as you don't run into a Serenity, anyway...
[You've gained two Level 1 Backup Dancers! Filled with grace and bounty, but utterly lacking in independence - these minions rely on you to think for them. In their presence, you gain a +1 bonus to Show Stopper Stunner.]
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Director D.Z.
Oops. Welp, I can't edit that 2d out, so... Enjoy the small typo! It won't affect the vote xD
