The four friends looked at each other as they tried to make sense of Circe’s offer to help with their hopes and dreams. Realistically, what could she, a random stranger, actually do for them? Either Circe was setting up to pitch a scam, or she was just being friendly in the weirdest way possible.
Penelope, shivering along with her friends, decided to take the bait, but stated a wish that, while she hoped would prove true, was also something perhaps just vague enough to throw Circe off of her game. Whatever her game happened to be. She gestured to Laura, Janette, and Danica.
“I wish the four of us would always be friends.”
Penelope’s words, however, seemed to have the opposite of their intended effect, as Circe flashed a too-wide, too-knowing grin. “And a lovely wish that is! Friend groups like yours grow apart all of the time, don’t they? Too many small differences tend to add up.”
“Uh, yeah…?” Penelope shivered, both from the chill of the cold night air, and the strange chill of Circe’s ‘helpful’ tone.
“But differences can be overcome, can’t they?” Circe asked. “If all four of you were on the same wavelength and had the same aspirations, wouldn’t that be so much better?”
“I don’t really…” Penelope tried to look away from Circe, focusing more on the chill-fog of her breath and the moods of her friends. Laura and Janette were at least at the moment in seeming sync, with the redheaded group leader showing just a bit more patience than her brunette step-sister. Danica, the black-haired Egyptian-American, was perhaps the best off, as stoned as she was. She wobbled and wavered, her eyes glazed as she seemed to ignore Circe in the midst of her high.
Penelope, the blonde, Black woman that had made the wish, shook her head.
“Oh?” Circe smirked. “Such a pity. You should have thought about that before making your wish!”
Chilled to the bone in their little black party dresses and having put up with Circe’s odd behavior for long enough, Penelope, Laura, and Janette were all prepared to snap back. They were freezing their asses off in hopes of having a fun night of partying, not for some stranger to feed them mumbo-jumbo with a side order of passive aggression. But before they could snap back, Circe snapped her fingers.
Laura, for her part, had seemingly had enough. “Oh, fuck this. Let’s go find some place el—”
The words choked in her throat as a strange, electrifying rush swept through the four, driving each to stand at mute attention.
“That’s better.” Circe cast her smirk again to Penelope. “And don’t worry. You and your friends will always be close.”
Penelope heard Circe’s words, but couldn’t process or respond. She only stood in line with her friends, legs and back straight, arms at her sides, posed like a doll still in its box. The rest of the crowd didn’t seem to notice or care that the group of four had suddenly begun to act in such a peculiar fashion.
The air around the four rippled, warping their figures and forms. Fat melted from their waists, pushed down into their asses, and up into their busts. The bones of their pelvises creaked, cracked, and popped as their hips grew wider and rounder, supported by thighs that grew thicker and more toned.
The quartet’s figures grew more exaggerated as their busts continued to swell, rounding and firming with enough silicone to give them tits larger than their own heads. The group’s little black party dresses shifted to fit their new forms, revealing miles of cleavage up top while the skirts were short enough to flash their panties in the lightest breeze.
Each of the ladies’ shoes shifted next, becoming four identical sets of strappy black stilettos with three inches of heel. The new, identical footwear highlighted the differences in their heights. Or they did, until their figures shifted further, with Danica growing the most and Janette shrinking just a bit as the four became an even, equal 5’6” without their shoes.
The blank expressions of the four friends shifted, their lips growing full and plush, untouched and unchapped by the cold air. Fuller and fuller, more and more pouty, they evolved from ‘kissable’ to ‘DSLs’ to even more extreme as their noses reshaped and shrank and their cheekbones rose to exaggerate their neutral pout even further. All four gave their lips a subtle lick as they became coated in a glossy, midnight black lipstick.
As a breeze kicked up, revealing that none of the four wore panties, the magical wind swept through their hair. Penelope’s bleached blonde shifted into a natural platinum as Laura’s red became a vibrant crimson, Janette’s brunette turned an equally vibrant chestnut, and Danica’s black gained a natural shimmer. In the back, their hair grew and grew pulling into identical high, full ponytails that draped down their backs and tickled the tops of their shelf-like asses.
And in the front, the hairstyles of the four swept into curtain-like bangs. Long, full, beautiful bangs that grew to cover their vapid, spellbound gazes, hiding their eyes in total while emphasizing their plush, pouting, painted lips all the more. Individual skin blemishes disappeared with Laura’s flesh growing a touch pallid as freckles spread across her face and tits, and figure, while Janette gained a beauty mark just below to the right of her lips, and another on her left tit.
As the warp in the air faded, Peni turned to her besties. “This line is, like, going nowhere. You sluts wanna work the night instead?”
“Gawd,” Lori licked her lips. “I could kill for some dick right about now.”
“Yeah,” Jan stretched, purring like a cat in heat. “This club shit’s boring anyway. Too many stiffs, and not enough stiff cocks.”
Dani giggled. “Like, if I don’t wake up slumped over in an alley and covered in cum, this night’s a waste.”
Peni smirked. Dani was the dumbest bitch in the pack, but she was always eager to be a cum dumpster. Not that the rest of them weren’t, of course. All four of them had more than a few tales to tell of wild nights, bukkake parties, gangbangs, and back alley blowjob marathons. She crooked a finger tipped in a long, black acrylic nail. “Then let’s blow this place and find some cocks to actually blow.”
Ignoring Circe entirely, the four strutted in sync, their ponytails swishing with each pendulous sway of their hips, until they reached a nearby intersection. Peni remained there and posed to flaunt her assets as the others crossed the streets, each taking their own interaction corner to follow suit.
Four whores, four corners. What better way to spend time with friends?
Sun Nov 17 10:21:46 2024
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