Like any other city, Icarus is filled with its share of erotic entertainment venues, and for the fetish types, “Popshows” are a constant draw. Patrons can sit by and watch performers swell and even explode for their viewing pleasure. Of course it’s all fake, with the quality of the props being dependant entirely on how much the owners are willing to spend on simple fronts for their real businesses, usually whoring out the employees.
However, look deep enough and you will eventually find the exceptions. These locations are well hidden, guarded, and more often than not require a handsome fee to gain entry, with the exception of one. Free of any sort of monetary fees, upon entry, whether as a patron or employee, entrants are given a number. All patrons then remove their clothes and are invited at their leisure to join in on the various sexual festivities throughout the establishment.
As evening draws to night, the real show begins. Guards lock down the building, and two numbers are drawn at random, one to put on the show, and the other to be sacrificed in the name of entertainment. Some freeze in shock, others try to run or hide, rarely do they go willingly, but ultimately all are brought to the stage to take their place.
A wide array of toys and tools are provided, giving the duo plenty of ways to put on the best show they can muster, and of course home built contraptions are always welcome. In return for putting on a great show, the presenter is granted free entry for up to a month, and a portion of the nights gains- a deal well worth the risk for those that frequent the establishment.

Tonight, an older, chubby gent was chosen, showcasing an invention of his own on an unfortunate employee. The show began humbly enough, the lithe former erotic dancer being forced to swallow some small, round contraption, then told to perform as usual. The audience stared eagerly as he demonstrated his skills, a bit clumsier than usual, though he was understandably distracted. He bowed and spun, waving his luscious tail at the audience, his body shaking in uncertain anticipation. The other patrons sat mesmerized, enjoying the feline’s final show, as his belly grew thicker before their eyes.
Moving to demonstrate his flexibility, he finally learned just how swollen he had become, tumbling to the ground and landing flat on his back. The pudgy presenter helped him up and motioned for him to continue with a grin, patting him on his bulged gut and assuring him that it would be worse if he didn’t.
Gritting his teeth the feline begrudgingly continued, performing moves requiring far less dexterity than usual for the drooling crowd. Despite the increasing pressure in his stomach, he was beginning to enjoy having everyone’s hungry eyes on him, and for the moment he had forgotten what awaited him in the near future. Another clumsy misstep on behalf of his engorged torso sent him tumbling to the ground again, this time landing him on all fours, or more accurately, all five.
His back painfully arched, he could feel his belly brushing the ground. He shook his head in confusion, wondering how he could have missed his stomach growing to such an impossible size. Whatever had been fed into him had been blocking the feeling up until this point, and his desire to show off had kept his mind occupied, but now the show was coming to and end.
Massive, round belly quaking, shaking his entire body, he gagged and wretched trying to relieve any of the pressure, to no avail; he was thoroughly plugged. A heavy foot pushed down on his back, pressing his belly hard into the ground, forcing the pressure to painfully shift through his body. His legs spread against his will, the joints in his hip aching from the strain. At the other end, his sternum loudly cracked, the increased pressure under his ribs pressing against his lungs leaving him gasping for air.
He stared out through tear filled eyes at the crowd as they sucked and stroked in their orgy, enamored by the display before them. A small part of him was pleased at least that all this attention was for him, the cracking and popping coming from inside of him sounding as sweet as an applause as his curtain closed.

In the aftermath of that night, the pudgy old gent was granted a liftetime pass, in part because of a unanimous agreement that nobody wanted to see him naked again, and because the integration of his inventions tripled the average nightly draw thereafter.