One suggestive party

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“You are out of your mind Kev” you frown at your idiot of a friend as he turns off the car just outside your destination, a frat house blasting music so obnoxiously loud that it could be heard from within the vehicle “Just for tonight, one little spell so we can get in. Let me turn you into a girl, pass us off as a sorority member and her boyfriend, then we bypass the bouncer easily. I’ll turn you back once inside” you cross your arms, back pressed into the seat, head looking away from him to not openly demonstrate the fact that you are actually considering his plan or the blush on your cheeks “Why me?” you ask, looking for any way out of the role, you want to get into the party, but as a chick? That’s a dealbreaker. What are you even supposed to enjoy in there if you don’t even have your dick? “Because I am casting the spell, if anything goes wrong I can not be the one compromised” you sigh, you’d like to poke holes into his logic, but he has a point, someone has to turn you back, and it’s not like you know how to read ancient arcane text books or have ties to ancient sorcerer bloodlines “Fine, but the moment we are in that damn building, you turn me back” you set your boundaries, pointing a stern finger at his grinning frame “It’ll be quick, don't worry” he reassures you not a moment before his eyes begin to shine with vibrant swirls of color.

“Is it done? I don’t feel anything” he smirks as you hold your arms protectively over your body, unsure of what is or was supposed to happen “It is, your body should change to match anything I say about it, for example. Chris, you look like a female version of yourself” he lets it out so casually, nonchalantly in spite of the burning sensation that just shot through your body “Mmgh” you scrunch up your face, wrinkling up your spotless skin and smaller nose, lost in between disgust and discomfort, trying not to think about the changes rippling through your body even when brown strands of hair tickle down your neck and shoulders, places where they don’t even remotely belong “Easy, easy it’s fine. Deep breaths” your friend comforts you, trying in vain to guide your breathing even when each deep breath comes out faster than the last, unable to expand beyond the diminishing capabilities of your diaphragm as it adjusts to a shrinking rib cage and the vastly different lung capacity that comes with it “Uhg” a sickening pop reverberates through the car as your hips explode out, making some space for your steadily growing ass cheeks and for the new structures blossoming within your body. You press your legs together in protest to the nauseating feeling of organs shifting sizes and places within you, inadvertently crushing your considerably smaller cock between your thighs, rubbing its vanishing length along soft, plump meat with each of your squirms, it would be quite stimulating if it wasn’t for some much more distracting anatomy developing over your pecs “...” your mouth parts open, lips forming into a subconsciously suggestive “o” without a single noise as you stare in awe at your budding chest. Two small bumps pushing against the black fabric of your top, each breath you take leaves them just a tad further out, slowly rising like dough as they thin out the surrounding textile over an ever expanding cleavage “Jesus…” you finally dare to touch them once the flesh underneath stops moving, leaving your upper body with a pretty sizable set of boobs, just big enough to push through your fingers “Mmph~” sensitive enough to make you withdraw your hand less your virgin folds wet your underwear “Whoa…” yet Kevin doesn’t seem to get that impression, hand centimeters away from sinking into your soft skin only to be stopped by a hard slap, or at least as hard as your petite hand can hit “Hands off, we are going in now, and you are going to immediately undo this got it?!” you raise your voice, on edge from the unsolicited touch that nearly reached your body and the fresh set of compounds flowing through your brain. To your relief, he just nods in silent ashamed agreement, hopping off the car ready for the party.

“Huh, it really was that easy” flashing lights and mixing odors assault your sense the moment you step in. Easily let through the bouncer with a made up sorority name and a - pretty embarrassing - flash of your cleavage, yet you can not argue with the results “Alright Kev change me back n- Mmf?!?” firm hands lock around your waist, pulling you into the mass of dancing bodies, losing all sight of your friend as you vanish into the crowd still uncomfortably pressed up against the distinctive smell of cheap alcohol “I’ve never seen you around girl, which house are you from?” the intoxicated breath of your dance floor kidnapper hits your neck as you are pulled closer into his body, drowning your nostrils with cheap cologne and something else…something flushing your face and sending vibrations through your lower body…something primal hidden in the natural smell of his sweat “Shit these are amazing, you are huge babe~” groping hands push out the driver of your hazed brain, bringing you back into reality as he paws at your chest, digging into your breasts with pressure strong enough to sink inches deep into your skin and to “Oooh~” illicit surprisingly slutty moans from you as he explores every exposed and hidden inch of your tits “Get th- mmf~ Get the fuck off me!” you shove him, burning hot with embarrassment and something you’d rather not acknowledge as you defensively cover your chest only to feel them pushing back from your embrace “Huh?!” a familiar discomfort fills your already modest breasts, catching a breath from your throat as that same pair starts to swell again. Your hands immediately fly to them, encompassing your swelling curves within your palms, or at least as much as they can feasibly fit. The already quite revealing, top stretches around your tits, losing the battle to their growing heft as they fill past the neckline, bulging right over it and exposing obscene amounts of jiggling cleavage for any fortunate onlooker “N-no…” you stammer, softly cradling your bosom within your arms and running an exploring hand over their milky topology. Uncaring for how lewd the busty girl palming her tits must look for everyone around you.

“How…” the spell should only work with Kevin… Shit, he must have fucked up. Your extra bouncy body turns, ready to breakthrough from the crow before things can get worse “Watch your step, you drunk bimbo!” yet the failure to account for a pair of fresh melons on your chest sends you crashing into a partygoer, spilling his drink and coaxing dangerous insults for your magically receptive body “Stop!” you plead, yet the spell does its thing, and it’s not shy about letting you know that it is “F-fuck~” you whimper, the same heat returning as your prominent tits balloon further from your frame, ripping your neckline down their warpath and wrapping skin tight around whatever won’t give up against the onslaught of massive wobbling flesh “Aaagh!~” a moan escapes from your plump cock sleeves as your womb heats up under your tight tummy, unused to the overly sensitive pair of tits hanging from your body, receptive to even the slighted bead of sweat trailing between their cavernous cleavage “Haah…” your eyes unfocus as your thighs clench together, lost in a haze of lust and diminishing thoughts “Cheer up babe!” another partygoer grabs you, pulling you into the crowd, yet you can’t protest anymore, your mind clouded by simpler thoughts like the smell of the surrounding studs, the hard abs of the man intentionally brushing against your voluptuous body.  Your drunken body soon gives into the ambience, wobbling your heavy sweat covered tits, flipping your messy hair and making kisses and seductive pouts for anyone lucky enough to catch your fancy.

“Want to go back to my room?” a husky voice fills your ears and, for the tenth time in the night, a pair of strong hands clasp around your udders, greedily squeezing even as flesh overflows between his fingers, and pulling your soft body into his own with possessive strenght. You can’t help but rub your ass into his hips, enjoying his hard member under your bubbly cheeks as you look up at your claimer “Like, totally~” you purr without a second or first thought, driven purely by the burning heat in your depths. He wastes no time in pulling you into a secluded room and laying down on the bed without further words, intentions clear with just his stare “Yes~” you breathlessly mutter, eyes unfocused from the delicious musk assaulting your senses as you lay between his legs and pull out your prize “Mmmf~” wet slurps of satisfaction leave your lips when they close his member, pulling, sucking, licking and worshiping every inch of salty skin that fits down your throat “Fuck You were made for this babe” his praise makes you stare up, happily sucking with refreshed haste, eyes lost in mindlessly loving devotion as your brain snuffs out any remaining thoughts that are not your man or his dick, and you sink in around his length once more, slurping down every tasty glob of semen that hits your throat as his hips buckle in pleasure within the mouth of his perfect slut, and you wouldn’t have it another way.

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I'm like cursed or something to never hit the first deadline of a schedule. A nasty bit of rain hit my town and shut down power to my area for most of the day. I got right back to work as soon as my roof was not leaking, and I was blessed with a computer once more. Hope you enjoyed and see ya on the next one : )

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