A singer for the bar

"I could use some attraction for my bar," the bartender said. "You by any chance can sing? As you said you woke up at the old musci studio?"

"I can sing," Dove said. "So Ican sleep a night in your guest room for performing at the bar?"

"At least an evening," the bartender said. "I will also pay you a bit and if you are popular, maybe you can perform more evenings here."

"Deal," Dove said, not thinking that there might be any problems. "Should I start singing directly?" she asked and looked over to the stage.

"I think you need a different look," he said. "Maybe head to the backroom, I quickly call a friend nearby who can play the piano. Dresses are in one of the drawers."

Dove headed to the back and looked through the drawers there. Soon she found the women clothing and looked through it.

"Found something?" the barkeeper said as he followed her a few minuts later.

"I don't know," Dove said and held a red dress with a glitter effect up in the air. "This looks super cool but Iam not sure if it fits me. Especially around the chest."

"Why not try it on?" the barkeeper said. "My friend will come over to play for you in a few minutes already."

Dove nodded and looked around, trying to see ift there was a place to chance in private. Finally she gave up and turned away from the barkeeper, so he could only see her panties and her bare back, as she put on the red dress.

"See," she said and showed him how the front of the dress expected her to have several cup sizes bigger tits.

"Ah, I understand," he said and looked around. "Really easy to fix!"

"Huh ...," Dove said and watched how he grabbed a old air pump from a corner of the room. "What are you doing ...?"

He pulled down the top of her dress and before the baffled Dove could say something, the barkeeper had pressed the nozzle of the pump against her left nipple. A small moan escaped her mouth as he started to use the pump. She could feel a tingle in her chest and stared with disbelieve, how her left tit started to get fuller and fuller, until it had the size and shape of a basketball. Then he pulled the pump of her nipple and attached it to the other, pumping her right tit to similar sizes.

"Now should it fit perfectly," he said and stood there, clearly happy about his quick problem solving. "Want to get ready, so you can start singing as soon as my friend had arrived and had a drink.