Boombbox Boogie 4: Spreading the Word (Patreon)

Wrote this one all today. I had a few ideas floating around for the series, wanting to always escalate or change what was going on. I had the teacher/principal angle in mind first, and felt like that needed addressing. Partly because I’d forgotten if I’d set it in summer vacation or not. Basically meant for this to cement our guy’s pretty safe in his magic music experiments. I’d planned on the second part being a full story’s worth, but the teacher bit lasted longer than I’d expected in content so I ended up leaving it as another cliffhanger like I did with the mom and sister earlier.

Coincidentally happened to come to mind during “Twerkout March.” A nice little touch since a lot of the story was initially inspired by Prevence.

Nick’s last few days had been the strangest of his life, and they also felt like some of the best. Ever since he’d found the old boombox and it’s talisman, he was able to get away with anything by cranking up the music. It made any man ignore whatever was happening and any woman around him act like they were horny backup dancers in a trashy music video. He had turned the whole mall into an orgy piling on around him and even his mom and sister were vulnerable to the spell.

He had no plans to stop the music any time soon. If anything, he was just getting more experimental in learning its potential.

Nick’s mom was in the shower when he heard her phone ring. He glanced over curiously and froze up when he saw who it was. Miss Gardner’s name showed up on the ID. His principal was calling! He hastily answered it.

“Hi, Miss Gardner. My mom’s busy right now. Can I take a message?”

“A message!? Nicholas, you’ve been absent for three days of school without a word!”

Nick grimaced. He’d figured he’d get some backlash for skipping eventually. His mom didn’t care since he had just played her another brain-melting song last time it came up. She’d quickly stopped caring and decided titfucking him was more interesting in the moment.

“Uhhh yea. About that. I’ve got a really… really convincing excuse.”

Nick made sure he had his totem necklace on (he’d even shower with it on to make sure he didn’t lose it or fall for the music’s effects) and fumbled for the boombox.

“So convincing that you didn’t even inform us? It sounds to me like some detention and a meeting with your mother would be much more…”

Nick dragged the magic cassette player over and cranked up the volume. Right on cue, the mysteriously groovy DJ spoke.

“Let’s lighten the mood a little with some booty shakin’ beats. Here comes Rocky and Rodes with Jigglatin’.”

A slow, booming bass beat played out, low and powerful enough to make Nick feel it in the air. Miss Gardner stopped as her ranting threats were interrupted, but he held the phone closer to the music just in case the phone made it harder for the magic to carry over.

“In… uh… are you playing music over there, Nicholas?”

“Yea, ma’am,” Nick replied, raising his voice like he was at a party.

“It’s… oh… I’ve never heard this song before. It’s so intense and… mmmmm… bouncy…”

Nick smiled as it worked like a charm. There was the sound of stretching and tearing fabric that he’d become so accustomed to hearing as a sign of someone’s transformation. Gardner’s voice devolved into some mindless moans and mumbling along with the lyrics. Detention was suddenly the last thing on her mind.

“Miss Gardner? You still there?” Nick asked with a knowing grin.

“Oh! Ummm yes. I was just… nhh… distracted. What were we talking about? I just started… dancing and… something…”

“Did you want to do a video call? Maybe that would make it easier.”

“Yes! Certainly! I hope you like it!”

Nick suppressed a snicker as he accepted her switch to camera mode. The willowy, formal blonde principal had gotten incredibly thick over the duration of the call. She was bent over to mess with her phone, leaving her tits that had grown too big for her button up blouse. Said buttons had gone flying off, her plain white bra overflowing with newly grown tit flesh for a deep, doughy cleavage right in front of the camera. Miss Gardner stepped back enough for him to see the rest of her besides her boobs. Her glasses and hair were a mess, and her hips and thighs had doubled in size to be much wider than the rest of her. Her hourglass figure of a body bobbed to the beat, shaking her huge ass around so that it wobbled with a fluid amount of jiggling. Her skirt had stretched and torn at the edges, riding high enough on her inflated curves that he could see the peach color of her underwear sticking halfway out from under it.

“How’s that? Does that look better?” the principal asked, gyrating her hips from side to side with the beat.

Her dreamily smiling face stared at the phone’s camera with glassy eyes. She took off her glasses with a flourish, biting the earpiece as she shook out her hair. It fully fell out from her bun into a hanging mess. He had rarely seen the woman smile, and now she was bouncing her tits and ass all over while looking seductive as hell.

“You look great. Much better,” Nick assured her.

“Thank you~! I just… god, I love this music.”

The sluttification of his principal had her tugging on her bra, trying to give some breathing room to her cramped and sweaty tits. Her mouth hung open as she settled for bobbing her shoulders, making her breasts bounce in front of the camera for his amusement. The brainwashing music didn’t do much for the target’s intelligence, but it certainly gave them an incredible sense of how to work a camera and entertain him.

“It’s fine. While you’re on the line, though, would you mind updating my records so my teachers don’t mind? Maybe bump up my grades a little?”

“Ohhh yes, daddy~! I mean, Nicky!”

“Nick’s fine,” he assured with a joking casual tone.

“And you can call me Lindsay!”

Miss Gardner turned around to face her computer. She bent over rather than sitting in her office chair, sticking her massive ass out towards Nick and her phone. She shook her ass from side to side while she typed, one bulging cheek bobbing up and down after the other to the beat. Each time they swelled a little bigger until her skirt couldn’t cover her growing booty at all. It was just her stretched and torn panties that were swallowed up by the fat cheeks like a thong. They were left with nothing between them, making her ass cheeks clap she twerked for the camera. Her lusty moans made Nick surprised she was so committed to listening to his directions while she went wild over the sensation of her fat ass growing bigger and more sensitive until its mere existence was turning her on.

“Well you’re looking really good today, Lindsay. If you ever need to feel like this again, you should stop by my place sometime. The music’s even better in person,” Nick offered.

Lindsay spun around so fast that her breasts swung and knocked over her phone. She hurried to correct it, her eyes wide and her mouth drooling.

“Really?! YES! That’s… amazing… I can’t wait! I…”

She started running her hands over her breasts, groping around her nipples and making her hefty tits bounce in her palms. She squeezed them roughly enough that the flesh oozed through her fingers and finally broke through her bra from all the pressure. They were as big as beanbag chairs by now. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the song reached a rapid series of notes, her body vibrating with each one.

“I seriously can’t wait! Keep playing! Keep that beat going, daddy~!”

Lindsay flopped back into her chair, spreading her legs wide. She struggled to pull her panties down her chubby thighs, but found that they wouldn’t fit anymore. She tore them off instead, revealing her pussy to him. Nick watched as a string of music notes appeared above her  sloppy wet crotch like a womb tattoo. She started fingering herself shamelessly in the middle of her office, her curves wobbling all over. Her wide ass filled her chair, making it creak as she planted her heels on the desk and masturbated to the beat of the music.

“I didn’t know you were such a music fan, Lindsay,” Nick teased as he sat back, masturbating along with the sight.

“Just… whatever this is! I love it! Anything for the song~! Fuck me up, DJ! Fuck me with that funky beat! F-funk me… NGGGH!”

Lindsay humped against her hand rapidly, her huge hips bouncing around in her chair. She squirted hard enough that she splashed her cum over the screen. Her thick booty bounced around in her chair as she wailed orgasmically in tune to the singer. Her spread and jiggled thighs shook as she refused to close them and her breasts flopped and clapped around her chest.

The principal’s fucked herself silly as the chair gave out beneath her. She clearly hadn’t factored her bimbofied weight as it crumbled under her overinflated booty. She let out a startled yelp as she hit the floor, her legs and curves flopping comically just barely in view. Nick laughed at her clumsy new figure jiggling about in her broken chair, but not hard enough to finish cumming himself.

“Oh gosh~! I uh… I think I just orgasmed my chair in half. I’ll have to get back to you.”

The song started to wrap up along with her dizzied completion.

“Sure thing. I finished… with the call too. Call me up if you feel like jamming off again.”

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Nick wrapped up and turned down the music before he triggered another surprise sex session with his brainwashed mom. He went back to his room to fuck around on his computer until he felt like breaking out the boombox again later, just to get a message from his friend Sam.

“Hey, man. you okay? You haven’t been at school.”

That’s right. He’d convinced his mom and even the principal easily enough, but he’d have a hard time telling everyone in school about the news without sounding unbelievable. He considered the best way to let his best bro in on the secret.

“I’ve been great. I found some magic shit.”

“Some what?”

“I can’t do it justice. Come on over and I’ll show you.”

Sam showed up after dinner. He was a more athletic guy, but generally just exercised a lot rather than joining any of the school’s teams. He had short blonde hair and dressed in some baggy jean shorts and t-shirt. As soon as he was up in his room, Nick set the boombox out in front of them.

“Check it out! I found this in the attic. It doesn’t have a cord or batteries but it runs all the time. This old 70s sounding DJ keeps talking whether I’m playing the cassette or the radio. It makes any chick who hears it turn into a slutty dancer who’s horny for attention, and guys all ignore what’s happening.”

Sam nodded slowly as he spilled his guts. He looked willing to hear him out, but he was still skeptical.

“So guys ignore it… how exactly can you show me that?”

“Stay tuned and we’ll keep bringing you the same sweet jams you love. Here’s Pump It, Bounce It from the…” the baritone voice on the radio explained.

“See? So what?” he asked as the radio went into another song. “Even if I’m supposed to ignore it, it’s just some song. And if you showed me, I wouldn’t notice it, right?”

Nick frowned as he saw his logic. He considered something he could do. Maybe recording something for him would be usable. If he shared the talisman with him, it would probably work, but he wasn’t ready to risk ruining what he had going by forgetting about his own magic music.

He was lost in thought enough that he didn’t notice Sam fiddling with the radio until he had already started. Nick jolted and reached out to stop him but he was brushed away.

“Well you’re not going to figure out how it works until you mess with the settings, right?” Sam asked as he tuned the radio station.

The machine squealed and crackled with static until a clearer voice came out of it. The baritone voice was gone, another dated, poppy beat playing behind a sultry older woman’s voice.

“Thanks for tuning in. I’m your hostess here to bring out the beautiful music and the beautiful you! Hope y’all are ready for some sweet beats to make you clap your cheeks, because here comes a classic Booty Boogie!”

Another disco song started as Nick shook his head. “See? Sometimes it’s this really outdated music while other times it’s playing stuff from, like, last month. This is the only time I’ve heard another voice though.”

“I dunno… it’s catchy, right?” Sam muttered, his eyes fixated on the boombox.

Nick gave him a puzzled look. He noticed his talisman was starting to glow again, like it had when it first started reacting to the music. It was hard to figure out what that meant though. If anything, it would have just triggered apathy or situational blindness in Sam… assuming it was the same effect as the other DJ. then he saw the familiar, glassy gaze in Sam’s eyes.

As he watched Sam, it became clear that it was quite different. Sam’s blank stare carried on, but as Nick tried to read his face, he saw him starting to change. His friend’s lips filled out, and then his hair started growing longer and silkier. His shirt tightened before Nick noticed that it was his chest swelling up like one of the women in range of his music. His fit friend’s body started changing shape, a softness filling out his hips and… what were definitely becoming tits. He had gone from a boy to a tomboy to an all out babe over a minute of the new DJ’s music.

Sam looked up at him with glossy eyes and pouty, pornstar lips.

“Whoa, bro… this music’s far out…”

“Yea… right?” Nick said warily.

Sam nodded, his newly grown hair bobbing. He stroked a hand through it and earrings had somehow appeared on him as some glittery streak followed his fingers.

“So… you wanna like, makeout for this song or somethin’ bro?” his bimbofied friend offered.