You feel your body tingle like it has done before, though it feels different than it do beforehand. You were still in this small state of bliss that Amazimanda put you in. You were practically biting your lip with how cozy it felt, the feeling of her finger on your bubblebutt, swirling it around on your exposed cheek. You couldn't explain why you still felt it even though it was long after she did that motion. You just did, but the tinkling feeling around your ankles took you out of that funk, and it was continuing to go further down. The streamers of energy had found a new target.
Your feet itched like mad. You couldn't do anything about it, you couldn't reach down and give it a scratch just to calm yourself of that itchy feeling. It just continued on. The laughter from the three clowns near you didn't help matters, but then again, did it ever? You wanted to yell out to them to stop but this itchy feeling on your feet drove you mad. You couldn't think of anything, hell you didn't want to think of anything else apart from finding ways of fixing it. It was only when you felt the first shift that you know what was happening. Your toes were fully pushed against the ends of your sneakers and more and more, your feet were causing the shoes to stretch out, and break apart. You hear the sounds of your shoes, the rubber and the fabrics, start to rip, creating tiny little holes that got bigger and bigger over time. You ached, you seriously wanted to just grab your shoes and just take them off but in some sick way, you couldn't. You couldn't move. You just wanted to move at least once. You tried to see what was happening from your point of view but you couldn't see anything thanks to your enormous breasts taking up most of your sight. That was until your feet broke out of the now tighter than tight constraints that was your shoes. You saw at the end of your breasts that jiggled as your feet broke through the shoes that your feet didn't exactly get bigger, they just got longer. Really, really long. This almost looked like an effect out of some kind of werewolf movie. You just watched on in horror, watching your bones shift painfully to create these long feet. You saw your toes manage to still wiggle even when they were growing but the growing started to die down as the remnants of your sneakers and white socks slipped off your long ass feet. You just looked at these horrific, inhuman and just... just odd feet. You couldn't see any benefits to having long feet like this, aside for the possibility that it would help with your balance now due to handling your breasts and butt far better than your regular normal sized feet, but even then, you doubted that you could actually handle walking. With feet like these, you would trip, stumble and fall every second of every attempted step.
Of course, Amazimanda was overjoyed and giddy at the sight of these long ass feet. She was giggling about as she twirled around you, bending down to get a better look. You couldn't see her face, but you had almost full display of her butt trying to break out of her costume and never managing to. You couldn't understand why it didn't hurt any of them, their costumes were not meant for anyone of them with that big of a butt or breasts, but they managed to get them on, despite always looking like their costumes are about to break. Samantha and Sindy joined Amazimanda at checking your new sized feet. You could audibly hear their "ooh"'s and " aah"'s which made you feel like you were just an animal at the zoo, being constantly prodded and laughed at by the audience of clowns. Didn't it work the other way around, where you should be the audience laughing at the clowns? While the two nerdy clowns moved away, Amazimanda came right up close to you, touching noses, which you tried to hold in again. Except you couldn't feel her hands on your nose, you felt them somewhere else.
HONK! HONK!
Your body laughed even more than the slap on the arse before, and your mind was even more shocked to know what Amazimanda did. She placed her hands under your shirt and squeezed your breasts as if they were like your nose. And the worst part of it, they actively made a louder honking sound. The clowns all dropped to the floor, rolling around in a laughing fit, probably their thousandth for just this day alone, but your body was joining in on the laughter. Just like your nose, it was incredibly sensitive and ticklish. Not much as your nose, but it was enough to get you to laugh as loud as before. You couldn't believe that your body even had the power to even do. You were repeatedly denying that it happened in your mind, but the moment repeated itself as much as they were laughing. Each laugh played back the honk sound that both of your breasts created. You could have tried to do it yourself to prove that you weren't going mad, but your body could not move in the slightest possible way. You wondered worryingly if your behind could do the same, and from the experiences that you've gone through just throughout your time on this spaceship, you wouldn't doubt it in the slightest.
"*HehehehahaHyuck* You've got some nice honking hooters there, my funny friend. *HehehaHyuck* With feet like yours, you'll become the next Bigfoot! *HahahahahaHyuck*"
You felt ashamed. Now, not only did you have long feet, huge boobs and a large butt, but now your boobs honked just like your nose, and you had the feeling that your bubblebutt would soon honk just like your chest did. If you had the power to move in whatever force field or display that these clowns put you in, you would cover your face in shame. But that feeling was mixed with another. The feelings of both that circular motion on your behind, the aftermath of Amazimanda's crushing hug, and now the squeeze of your honking hooters started giving off a more powerful dopamine hit. You didn't know why. Amazimanda and the two nerdy clowns had this power over you. The hit messed with your mind. The dying down of laughter took longer than it first was. You still kept giggling away, just like them, before any hint that the laughter was going to stop. Your vision went blurry occasionally, almost if your eyes was glazed over. You just felt so, so good after those feelings that Amazimanda gave you. You almost reevaluated the whole situation, thinking you were better like this. You didn't know why you thought about it, you just did. The thought just popped in your head just as naturally as any other thought. But that thought didn't last long. You still looked at yourself like you were some odd creature, you hated these new "additions", and you hated the feeling like it was never going to end. There had to be a way out, because there was no way you were just going to lie there and take it, no matter how many more dopamine hits followed after these changes. You hated this. It had to end soon. Surely. Surely it had to, right? You just had to hope that something would stop them.
Something. Anything.