Hips Won't Lie Still

Standing facing the audience once more, I **** down my shame as the collar hums once more. I have no idea which punishment is coming, but that doesn’t really matter much, does it? They’re all awful, and I’ll be facing all of them soon enough. It’s bad enough on this show, but once I’m home this will be a nightmare.

With a tingling feeling coming over my hips, I slowly look down at myself, scared of what I might see. Blue shorts stretched over my body, I notice the color start to lighten. They're growing, they're definitely growing. Putting my hands on my hips it feels extremely obvious as my previously narrow hips flare out. Feeling sick looking down at my body changing before me, I curl over a little as the tingling sensation drifts to my butt briefly before disappearing. That was, strange, seeing myself change like that.

With the sickening feeling gone, I compose myself and take a look at how I've changed. Twisting myself around for a better look, I see that my previously modest butt has gotten a significant boost in size. While these lycra shorts aren't great, at least they can accommodate this extra mass. If I was in my jeans they would've cut into my skin at this point. Pulling on my shorts, the tightness is obvious and I can see how much my new twin globes have swallowed the material. Running my hands over my soft new flesh, I breath for the first time in what felt like a minute.

This...isn't bad. In fact if it weren't bundled with a compulsion it would actually be kind of nice. Rocking my hips off to the side, my body does look pretty good honestly. The painted on shorts are really showing off a little too much, especially for a crowd...but after stripping in front of all of them I can't bring myself to care too much. I rock my hips to the other side and look at Jack, who has been strangely quiet for now. I roll my hips the other way, and it's then that I realize what's happening. Looking down at my body, I try to will myself into standing still but my hips keep up their idle movements. Rolling my hips sensually, the audience lets out a few whistles and Jack finally speaks.

“There you have it audience- Hips Won’t Lie Still! First thing you’ll notice is a fairly large upgrade to her hips, and a modest boost to her ass to match! In addition to this physical change, she just won’t be able to help but move her hips back and forth whenever she’s resting. If it could interfere with the task at hand, she’ll be able to stop, but otherwise those hips will always be rocking!”

Ok, this isn’t the worst so far. Of all the ways I’ve lost control of myself today, this is by far the least awful. It’s annoying, and not just slightly embarrassing, but this is livable. Still, I really don’t want to turn to face Jack at risk of giving the audience more of a show than I already have. Combined with Personal Space Violation, I also don’t know how this will work. I was already grinding into Jack earlier; will this have any effect while I’m under that effect?

“Now Kate, would you kindly turn around to face me?” Great, what does he want? Not wanting to make my shaky relationship with the showrunners worse, I quickly turn around and notice that my hip wiggling stops for that moment before quickly picking up again. Thank God, at least I can still move properly, even if I’ll be shaking my ass constantly when I’m waiting around. Cringing at the whistles from the audience as my boosted ass shakes for their enjoyment, Jack gives me a smile and a nod.

“Thank you! See, this can be easy! Now, cue the music!” Oh no. That’s right, this had a lot more effects than just wiggling my hips. A loud pop song comes on over the speakers, and before I can internalize what’s happening my legs suddenly drop down and squat me down low. Bending me over and rolling my ass up as the audience cheers, I try to stop myself even though I know it’s futile. Thankfully, I still have my hands under my control, so I put them over my butt to try and gain some sense of modesty.

My legs are definitely making that a losing battle however. With the music backing them up, they definitely aren’t content with just shaking my ass for the crowd. Dipping low and swinging side to side, I start to feel a little bit of a burn in my thighs as my legs put on a highly energetic performance. They move with much more rhythm than I’ve ever had, and even if the point of the dance is clearly to show of my body I have to admit I’m moving with a lot of skill. Or, being moved is probably the better way to put it. It’s also impossible to forget about the audience, cheering and shouting as I helplessly strut up closer to the edge of the stage and twerk my ass barely 15 feet from the front row. Closing my eyes, I just brace myself and wait for this to be over, giving up on my token effort to hide myself.

“Looking good Kate! Now audience, her legs have been doing a fantastic job, but I think they need some support from her upper body! Kate, how about you give us a nice strip tease?”

Oh no, again? How cruel can these people be? Eyes welling up a little, I try to remind myself that this is something I’ve already gotten through, although as I start to move I realize how wrong that is. Squatting down on the edge of the stage, I look back over my shoulder at the roaring audience. Looking at a woman sitting in the front row, I give her a **** look as my hand traces up my leg, getting up from my stance by rolling my ass towards them. The woman I looked at returns nothing to me but excitement at the show before her.

Spinning around to face the audience, I sway back and forth as I slowly lean forwards, clutching my breasts. Pulling up the bottom of my bra, I reveal my tits almost to the nipple, but leave the top there to showcase my underboob. The whole time I want to look away, but it seems that this time my head was involved too. I could control my face at least, but looking away was not an option. Closing my eyes to just try and wait this out, I open my eyes barely a second later and see the crowd once again. There’s no escape from this is there.

Twisting around once more, my hands reach down into my waistband, and I begin the slow and painful process of lowering my shorts down my legs. Plain panties coming into view, I can’t help but cry a little. Once again, here I am being objectified and humiliated against my will by my own hands. Stepping out of the shorts to the loud cheers of the audience, it doesn’t take me long to realize that these panties I’m wearing, my last bastion of modesty, are fairly undersized for me now. It’s not completely there, but these have gotten closer to a thong with the way my new butt has swallowed them. Not like this situation could get much worse, but this felt like just added insult.

With my new ass mostly revealed, I stand back up, and find myself looking over my shoulder again. I believe whatever it is that’s controlling me would have liked to give the audience some kind of seductive gaze, rather than the look of pure terror I’m wearing right now. I need to run, at least hide myself in shame, but with my body intent on putting on a good show I can't even look away or close my eyes! Trying to hold back my tears, my hand gives myself a hard spank before throwing my shorts into the audience.

My eyes go wide. My body just threw away my short! Is it going to get rid of all my clothes, will I be stuck naked on stage? Racing through the possibilities, my body turns around again to face the crowd and teases my hands up under my sports bra. Giving myself a few uncomfortable nipple tweaks, my hands roll the sports bra up my chest, revealing my naked tits once more to the delight of the crowd. Tears coming down my face as I try and fail to hold it in, the music suddenly stops.

Ever grateful for this hell to be over, I quickly pull the bra down again as my hips resume their relatively subdued rolling. Looking down at my nearly naked legs, I quickly plop down onto the floor to try and at least hide my ass. My hips roll back and forth on the smooth, cold stage, but at least this is better than just standing around in front of the crowd.

“Give it up for Hips Won’t Lie Still! As you can see, her lower body is always eager to start dancing; all is needs is some music! Like all the other times this won’t be putting her in danger, and in cases where there may be a conflict between punishments such as during her Fit Girl workouts, her legs will let her continue instead of breaking out into dance. Her legs really want to dance, but they know it’s not always the right time! Now, if you ask her directly to dance, then her entire body joins in on the fun! Whatever dance you want her to do, whether it’s something refined and elegant, or you want to enjoy a lap dance, she’ll be helpless but to follow along!”

Sitting on the floor still drowning in shame, Jack approaches me with the mic.

“So Kate, what did you think of Hips Won’t Lie Still?” Looking up at him, I know it’s just part of the show but it’s still such a strange thing to be asked. All of these punishments have been absolutely awful. Standing up, before I realize what I’m doing I press myself into him and start grinding myself onto his leg. I have **** but to try and ignore what I’m doing and just try and answer.

“I-I..." **** on my words, I find myself clutching his leg and pulling myself up against his body. Pushing my ass into his dick I helplessly grind myself up and down, Jack remaining still with his mic held out expectantly. Feeling his hardening shaft between my swelled out cheeks, I can tell I'm moving much more aggressively now. While before it was like a sensuous massage, now it's like my body wants him hard so he can fuck me. His dick now firmly wedged between my cheeks and my hands holding his hips still behind me, I see his patience fading and I just blurt out something.

"It's- a workout!" That must be the lamest answer I could possibly give, but I need to be strong and not just constantly cry on stage. I can't admit how awful that was.

“It sure looks like it! Between that and Fit Girl, you’ll really be building those muscles! Now we have two more punishments to get through, so would you please step away to the front of the stage again?”

Not needing any more convincing to get away from Jack, I pull off him and remember that I’m still just in my underwear! Blushing hard, I rush to where my jeans had been put down and am about to step into them when Jack speaks up on the mic.

“Sorry Kate, but I'm pretty sure those won't fit!” Holding the jeans in front of me, I can instantly tell Jack is right. My hips must have gained several inches, and cutting off circulation to my legs isn't worth it, regardless of how embarrassing this is. Dropping the pants, I timidly turn to face Jack again.

“C-could you bring over some more shorts please?” I ask quietly, to which Jack just shakes his head.

“We’re already behind Kate, sorry! For now those panties are good enough. Not like it's anything the audience hasn't seen before! Now, let’s get the next punishment started!” Standing there facing away from the audience, my panties swallowed slightly between my cheeks and hips still idly shaking for the crowd, I feel the collar work its magic once more.