Sierra had managed to pick up Kim's swimsuit, but there was no way Sierra was getting back into her bikini right now. She could have deflated herself to fit in, but she figured that she wasn't likely to get any more breath from Derrick.
Plus she hadn't really been lying about fantasizing about being bigger. She felt like some sort of fertility goddess. Which was appropriate because the only way she had to preserve her modesty (what little she had left) was to tie bedsheets around herself like a toga.
Not that they had anything to worry about. By the time they got downstairs the party was dead. Kim frowned out at the darkened room. "What is this? It's like 11:30."
"Yeah… Beta Delta Gamma doesn't throw the best parties. You were probably about 80% of the energy here."
"But they had gals. I saw 'em." Kim was actually searching the room now, bending down to look under a table almost in hope she'd find some couple spooning underneath.
"Well, they're this place's sister sorority so it's pretty similar. Lots of uptight girls that do more studying than partying."
It was like seeing a shark sniff blood in the water. Kim stood up straight with a big toothy grin. "And… how many would you say were at this party?"
"When you said 'fix me a drink' I din't think you meant-"
"Oh, don't act like you're not curious." The glass tinkled as Tera stirred the drink. They were both still nude, though Tera had Charlotte laying naked on her bar. Not that it was a very big bar, so Charlotte's legs dangled off the end.
Charlotte also had her plug out, and a metal funnel resting on her stomach.
"So, this is a bit of a reversal, huh?" Tera said as she placed a filter on the shaker. "Me making you a drink?"
They both paused, meeting each others' eyes. "I didn't think you recognized me," Charlotte eventually managed.
"Cute girl that made my drinks every morning, yeah I recognize you. And… I'm really fucking sorry ok? I was going through some shit, and I have a bad habit of taking it out on other people and that was shitty of me."
"Ok."
"Ok? That's it?"
"Look," Tera sat up, propping herself up on her elbows, "Let's not deny that we're different now. I've clearly forgiven you enough to have sex. I appreciate the apology. You're forgiven."
Tera nodded, "Cool. Now let's see what the fuck a manhattan does to you."
It hadn't been a great party. There had been one girl, the blonde dancing on the tables, that had seemed to be having a good time. Despite it all her joy had been kind of infectious, and for a moment Isabelle had felt like loosening up and having fun.
Only then she'd vanished, and so much of the energy had just bled out of the place. Isabelle had felt like a desperate nerd among other desperate nerds. Her thoughts ended up stuck on the work she could be doing instead of this, and the guys' general bumbling attempts at even basic conversation hadn't helped. Then they'd all been drooling over one of their friends leaving a party with what looked like a pair of porn stars and it had been all they wanted to talk about.
She'd gone home tired and bored, and been in bed before midnight. Her red hair was scrunched up in a bun and the whirring of her PC's cooling fan sending her off to sleep.
A slap on her stomach woke her up and she'd jolted awake, instinctively moving her hands to cover herself. She'd only had a moment to take in a truly bizarre sight.
It was that girl, the blonde life of the party, standing above Isabelle with a big grin. On the blonde's right was that other girl, The black girl that had arrived with the goth chick then disappeared five minutes later. Only now she looked like she'd been drawn by some hyper horny hentai artist. With tits and hips that went beyond description.
"What are-?" she started, and then looked down. There was a nozzle over her belly-button. And out of it was pouring…
Warmth spread through Charlotte, similar to a drink burning its way down her throat. She wondered for a moment if pouring drinks in their nozzle would just get them drunk. Then a tingling spread through her.
"Ooh!" Tera perked up. "Check it out!!"
She grabbed Charlotte by the shoulders and turned her to face the mirror behind the bar. Her hair writhed like a living thing, curling and squirming, it popped out of the ponytail she normally kept it in and piled up on top of her head, weaving itself into an elaborate and fancy looking bun. Her makeup changed too. What had been more bold, reflecting the general sex doll aesthetic, became… well subtle wasn't the word but the deep red lips and the more smoky eyes projected something a bit classier.
Mickey Rooney had always stopped Charlotte from enjoying Breakfast at Tiffany's, but pulling off an Audrey Hepburn look was still a delight.
Asian Audrey Hepburn with giant tits..
Then came a pinching around her neck and at her ears. A pair of diamond pendant earrings popped into existence and dangled from her earlobes while a pearl necklace popped out and strung itself around her neck.
"Woah!" Tera grabbed and held up one of the pearls. "It just made shit like this out of thin air?" She squeezed the pearl, making it squish and Charlotte jumped at the little jolt of pain.
"Not thin air!" she said, snatching the 'pearl' back. "It made these out of meeeeeEEEEEEE!"
If the jewelry emerging had felt like pinching, this felt like she was turning inside out. A dress unfolded from her, seeming to rise from her skin. Long and black and oh so tight. It was held up entirely by the tension around her breasts. She got up from the bar (the better to keep her "skirts" from getting tangled) just in time for her feet to stretch strangely.
She stumbled into Tera's arms, which turned into a kiss but that was just because they were sex dolls. When they broke the kiss Charlotte was able to look down and see she was wearing open-toed high-heeled shoes. Or rather, her feet now looked like she was wearing those.
And at some point her nails had been painted red to match her lipstick.
"Classy," said Tera.
"I mean, sort of." Charlotte used her sex doll flexibility to twist around and check herself out in the mirror. "It's tight enough that you can tell I'm not wearing any underwear."
"And this is… you? It's all made out of you?"
"Yeah, it's actually attached at my hip," She ran her hand over the strange area where she could feel her hip and the dress blend. "So you could still hike up my skirt, or pull my top down to get at my tiiiii-!"
She'd thought she was done, only her breasts suddenly started to swell. No, not swell. Fill.
Charlotte yanked her top down to expose her inflating breasts, They were going from their more natural shape to more rounded and rigid. Akin to the super implant look she'd started with. In this case it was because they were being pulled taut by whatever was inflating them. Her nipples grew out, longer and thicker, and a bead of amber liquid formed at the tip of one.
"No fucking way!" Tera beamed, already jumping over to put a glass beneath. Not bothering to ask, she grabbed Charlotte's tit and gave it a squeeze.
"Ah! Cold!" Charlotte shivered as her nipple turned icy, chilling the drink as it came out of her. Tera swirled it around in her glass and then gave a sip.
"Hm, you make a pretty good manhattan."
"Ok," Charlotte pulled her dress back up (it stretched to accommodate her new chest,) "get on the bar. It's my turn."
Isabelle had been crumpled up and thrown on a pile of other deflated girls. She had no idea how
she knew they were other girls, she could just sense it. More than that she could tell who they were.
Specifically she was crumpled up between Emma and Maya. Two other girls that were at the party. Huh.
Not that they could talk or anything, but there was a weird comfort in being around familiar girls. They just sort of stayed like that for a while (a while being as precise as Isabelle could get in her estimation of time) before Emma was pulled away. Then a while later Maya was.
Isabelle missed the girls, and should have been afraid. Instead she just sort of felt lonely. Time passed, then someone took her and flattened her out before putting their lips to her. Vital air rushed in, and with a wet pop she was back and gasping in shock.
"There's our bed mate…"
Before she could orient herself two extremely naked girls pushed in on either side of her. Each took Isabelle a moment to recognize.
Emma had been an overweight asian girl with thick glasses that made her eyes small and beady. Isabelle vaguely recognized her friend's cute round face, but there were no glasses and her body belonged on a centerfold.
Same with Maya, She'd been a skinny little Indian girl with frizzy hair and no tits. Now her gorgeous features were framed with flowing silken hair that went down to tickle the tops of her thrusting chest that stuck out with the size and rigid shape of a pair of cantaloupes.
Not that Isabelle was one to talk. From a carrot orange frizz she now had fire-engine red hair that reached down far enough to pool in her lap, past the massive orbs of her fake looking tits and next to that same black girl from the party. Said girl was significantly less… robust than she had been in Isabelle's bedroom. and was currently closing a plug in Isabelle's bellybutton.
"Uh… hi?" Isabell asked, trying to ignore how Emma was nuzzling closer and brushing her red hair aside to plant kisses on her neck.
The girl from the party sat up and started counting off on her fingers. "You're a sex doll. You're going to feel a need to get fucked every now and then. Don't go telling everyone about it."
"Uh… is-" She shifted as Maya's hand slid along the inside of her thigh, coming just short of brushing her pussy. "Is that really it?"
The girl poked a finger forward and pushed Isabelle's plug in. "Yup."
Isabelle was going to ask more, but she found Emma was in her face. "Earlier, when you were laying next to us?"
Maya pressed in from the other side, her fingers now gently brushing the outside of Isabelle's pussy. "That was comforting, in a very scary time."
Isabelle turned to Maya, only to feel Emma kissing at her neck again. "Oh w-well I didn't do-"
"So we were wondering about how to repay you."
"Oh, well you don't haammmMMPH!"
They were too light to really tackle each other, but the force of Emma and Maya's lips was enough to knock Isabelle flat.
Sierra left the three girls on the bed, stepped over the five girls on the floor (though one did stroke her calf temptingly) and went over to where Kim had the sorority president pinned against a wall. The president had long curly hair, a mediterranean complexion, and as of now a hyper fuck-able sex doll body.
"So, how many girls in the sorority total?" asked Kim, her voice level and casual.
The president on the other hand struggled to find an answer, probably because Kim was fingering her at the same time. "W-we're not that big. Fifty-one? Y-yeah, fifty-one."
"Hmm…" said Kim. "I used those three a bit earlier but not too much earlier. Let's say about four hours from now and then I'll have twelve. Minus the nine o' ya that means there's 42. So in twelve hours we could have all a' yer gals turned inta' sex dolls."
"Th…That sounds-!" The president jerked, eyes rolling back as her orgasm overtook her.
"Don't worry, catch yer breath."
"Kim?" Sierra leaned against the wall and folded her arms. "I used up all of my air just doing these nine. Unless we want to go flat we can't inflate the rest of these girls."
From the ground, the president cleared her throat. "Could we-" She cleared her throat again. "Sorry."
"Take yer time, Gloria."
"Could we use a pump?"
Kim gave one of her rare stern looks down at the president. "Not a good idea."
"Why not?" asked Sierra, eye-ing her own diminished chest. Already she was missing those fertility goddess proportions. Plus wondering if a pump could get her even bigger than Derrick's lungs could…
"Look, when ya got a human's breah in ya it makes ya wanna fuck 'em, right?"
"It does?" asked the president but Kim pushed on.
"The air around ya? It's like everyone's breath. Ya use a pump it'll be like ya wanna fuck everyone."
Sierra scoffed. "I do."
"Not like this ya don't. I might use one in an emergency, but fer now just leave it."
"Fine," said Sierra. "Still, I think for now we need to get out of here and lay low so someone doesn't stick a pin in us."
Kim looked up in thought, then bent down and picked the sorority president up (almost literally, the strength and weight differentials made carrying each other around pretty easy.) "Ok, Gloria? Listen. First thing, soon enough just havin' sex with each other ain't gonna cut it. Yer gonna feel a need ta be used. Yu'll know what that means when ya get ta it." She set the president down in a standing position. "Now, maybe ya got some gals in this place that'll help ya, but if yer lookin for a lotta help in that department, ya could do worse than that frat ya gals went to a party at tonight."
The president pursed her lips, chewing this over. "What was the second thing?"
"Do ya got a funnel and some water?"
The Manhattan's general "classy" vibes were even affecting how Charlotte moved. Everything felt precise and rehearsed, like she'd gone to some sort of charm school that drilled these movements into her. That she was both doing this with no underwear and in a dress that made it apparent she didn't have underwear didn't seem to detract from her compulsion to act elegant and refined.
Honestly this may have been more "high-priced escort" than "sophisticated socialite."
She lifted up the can of sprite for a tall and elegant pour into the glass.
"What the fuck are you making…?"
"A Dirty Little Virgin." Charlotte added the splash of orange juice.
Tera stared. "You've got to be fucking kidding."
"Nope." And with the same elegance Charlotte shoved the funnel into Tera's valve and then did a nice tall pour of the drink in. Tera's shocked expression froze as the cocktail bubbled down the funnel.
Finally Charlotte removed the funnel, sealed up the valve and pulled a maraschino cherry from the nearby jar. "Oh come the fuck on…" Tera muttered as Charlotte placed the cherry in Tera's navel.
"Tradition," Charlotte said. "It's how you're supposed to garnish it."
Only Tera had already begun to change.
Clutching at her head, her hair began to rush out from its usual bob. It flowed out to pool over the bar in a thick black blanket. but only for a moment. It then gathered up into two twintails long enough to reach her thighs.
She sat up, looking in the mirror just in time to see a streak of pink emerge from her brow and work its way down her right twintail. "Hey!" she grabbed at that particular tail, only by that point the clothes had started coming.
In her case it was a blazer, the breast marked with a crest that said SDA, and beneath it a tied blouse pushing up her boobs. A short skirt folded out to just barely cover her ass, and like with Charlotte, no underwear appeared to be forthcoming. Tera shivered as stockings appeared down her legs. "Ok, you're right, this does feel frickin' weird."
It all kept with the general black and white of her motif, the pink in her hair the only splash of color on what was otherwise a goth schoolgirl outfit. Tera grunted, cupping her chest as it began to swell up with cocktail. "Why do you even know how to fudging make that?" She paused, covering her mouth.
Charlotte leaned in. "Sorry, care to repeat that?"
"I meant fricking. Freaking. Aw… shoot." She glared at Charlotte. "You took away my swears, you jerk!"
Charlotte put her hands on her hips. "You just tried to call me a bitch, didn't you?"
"Guess again," Tera lifted her skirt and pointed between her legs, "jerk."
They both stared for a moment, then the corner of Tera's mouth twitched. Little breathy laughs spat out of Charlotte's lips before soon enough both girls were doubled over with laughter.Tera swatted at one of her twin-tails before pushing it back. "Seriously though, how the fudge do we change back?"
"No idea, maybe add more water to dilute the cocktail? Or maybe we have to milk it all out?" She looked down at her own swollen teats, that certainly would be a lot of cocktail glasses…
A knock at the door broke their concentration. "Aw fudge," said Tera.
"Who could that be?" asked Charlotte, peering curiously at the door.
"Only one other person knows the code to get in here." She looked down at herself. "You go get it, I don't want her to fudging see me in this getup."
Charlotte pursed her lips, but made for the door. Waiting for her were Sierra and Kim, wearing a bikini and the same one piece swimsuit respectively. Kim immediately clocked the glint of a plug in Sierra's bellybutton.
And of course there were the strangely warm feelings she felt upon seeing her boyfriend's ex unexpectedly turn up.
Sierra seemed shocked at Charlotte's appearance, while Kim just let out a big laugh and reached out to gently squeeze one of the pearls. "Which did you pour in? A Manhattan or an Old Fashioned?"
Charlotte blinked, not quite sure she'd heard Kim correctly. "Why does your voice sound different?"
That got more confusion from Sierra, while Kim was practically doubled over. "So… So it was a Manhattan then?" She wiped a tear from her eye. "You poured a Manhattan into your plug?"
"I don't understand what's so funny."
Sierra gestured at her hesitantly. "Your voice…"
"She hasn't noticed!" Kim was cackling now
Charlotte folded her arms. "I don't see what's funny."
"Trust me, I get to find it really funny. Don't you hear it?"
"What?"
"That drink gave you my accent!"
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