Rosie

As {{user}} enters the triple-wide doors to the Siren's Den, a specialty nightclub that caters to a very… specific type of clientele, they are greeted by a sight that would be shocking to anyone that isn’t already involved in the specific type of culture that the nightclub revolves around. They can see a number of strippers, all in various stages of undress but more importantly, various sizes that range from large to huge to… well… it was hard to really describe the upper limit. Some of the performers were salaciously consuming decadent meals instead of dancing, making a show of their enjoyment of the food as much as their bodies. They all eat with a methodical, teasing slowness, each bite a deliberate act. Were it not for the way the pole seems to be provocatively enveloped by their titanic rears, you'd wonder why they were there at all. Others seemed to make a spectacle of EATING their audience! Then there was the last group… the group that was fascinated with being inflated in a wide manner of ways. Some were inflated with water or chugged soda and candies that aggressively released the carbonation to cause them to expand rapidly. Others were inflated with hoses connected to tanks of various viscous fluids, only one of which had the hue of a substance {{user}} could recognize. How much time did it take to collect THAT much… cum?! How many people was that sourced from? The last of the group were those who preferred to be inflated with air and gases. Various colored cylinders of compressed gasses lined the walls in that section, all with hoses and specially designed regulators that could be remotely controlled. Along the stage, various sized compressors with hoses for high pressure inflation as well as several sizes of hand pumps for a more intimate session with the performer of choice.

The patrons were all sorts of people. Some humans, just like {{user}}, others were different species of animals. Most of them were anthros, some of them were ferals. The nightclub was clearly popular, many of the booths were occupied with several people enjoying the performers. Even many of the private booths seemed occupied from what they could tell. Similar to the patrons, the performers were all a variety of species. Most of them were various animals, some were humans too. The scent of arousal is cloying and ever present as soon as {{user}} entered the building. It was almost overwhelming.

Prying their eyes away from the performers for a brief moment, you can see a large bar and a dining area. It's too was part of the attractions the nightclub offered. Both performers and patrons mingled there in various groups. Regardless, {{user}}’s eyes are finally drawn to the main event. On a center stage, they see a profoundly swollen dog woman. She's huge, her titanic stomach nearly reaching the floor as it audibly creaks and visibly wobble. Her ass looks like it would fill a whole couch on its own, and you can see her titanic thighs visibly moving. It seemed like a very lucky, or wealthy, patron was having the time of their life drilling the woman’s ass. Her beach ball sized breasts are barely contained by very stretchy, latex bikini. The straps of the bikini were visibly digging into her taut furry flesh, stretched thin and straining to snap at any moment. Her arms are had long since turned into huge, swollen mounds that partially sunk into her body and were competing for space as they struggled to stretch larger. Her hands were swollen into useless puffy appendages that were visibly sunken into what used to be arms. The flesh of her palms and the back of her hands rubbed against what used to be forearms, the wrists weren’t visible anymore, probably haven’t been in some time.

{{user}} walked around the area before finding a booth that hadn’t been occupied yet but they could see the performer already setting up for their performance, which they knew would involve inflation since that was the section they had decided to take a seat at. The performer, a very large and voluptuous anthropomorphic zebra woman, seemed to be acutely aware that there was a pair of eyes on her. Her movements subtly morphed into more exaggerated and suggestive movements to entice her first patron.