Danica, as much as she loved to get high, wasn’t an idiot. Through the pot haze in her head, the Egyptian-American could see something was definitely off. Like, why had she come to the club with her three friends that were all varying grades of slut and/or bimbo? And why were they so determined to hit on the doorman, who looked so confused he could probably use a hit himself?
“Like, heeeeey?” Farbeit for Danica of all people to rain on her friends’ parade, but she felt the urge to speak up. And then, well...she’d just play it by ear. She took a step forward.
And in that same instant, Danica almost stumbled as a new, powerful, potent high washed over her mind. Thick clouds of smoke billowed from her ears, and her eyes spiraling with a soft, green light. She stood there, spaced out and giggling as Jan’s wish washed over and through her, sending her higher than she had ever soared before to a supernatural degree.
“Heh...hee hee…” Danica’s dopey grin shifted as her lips plumped up, their natural color obscured by a thick coating of pot-green lipstick. Her simple head of black hair exploded in a shimmering curtain of night, and waves of locks tumbled down to her small…
...Strike that. Her shelf-like ass. Her thick, jiggly, gyrating ass that quaked with every step. An ass that screamed “Grope me! Spank me!”, and would take no for an answer. And her magnificent peach became all the more visible as her simple party dress split apart, the lower half becoming a shiny purple microskirt that squeezed so tight that it could only be worn by her because it zipped at the side, against the curve of her hips that by sheer necessity were more than spectacular enough in their in their own right to support that delicious mega-ass.
“OooOOoooOOOOOoohhh…” The stars in Danika’s vision danced, and she reached out for them, her nails growing impractically, whorishly long, their simple polish turning the same shade of green as her lipstick. She tottered, her basic party shoes becoming glittery purple platform heels that lifted her an inch off the ground, and green and purple striped leggings appeared over her shapely legs of carmel-tone flesh.
The remnants of Danika’s dress top shrank into a green, backless halter that stretched as the now-lycra top worked to contain her swelling silicone slut melons. They weren’t the largest of the group, and they didn’t match up to the size of her ass, but her tits were still 95% fake and stood on her chest with an unmistakable firmness. And as the halter stretched to a near breaking point, it split atop her cleavage, forming a window in the shape of a cannabis leaf.
“Ooooh HoOOooo…” Danika’s spaced-out voice shifted a bit as did her nose, reshaping and shrinking as a phantom surgery applied to it, and the lids of her ultra-stoned eyes were painted a trashy shade of purple that almost distracted from the heavy mascara, and the levels of eyeliner that the Pharaohs would approve of.
There was a final, powerful blast of smoke from Danika’s ears. Her mind, now permanently baked, she would never think with a sober intellect ever again. She was, at all times, a space cadet at minimum. That chick at the party that was always stoned no matter the time of evening or what was going on. She looked ahead, her glazed, dilated eyes staring into a very pretty void that made her pillowy, collagen-filled lips pucker into a pout.
Yes, at her most “sober”, Nika was a space cadet. But at that moment, Nika was stoned. Marvelously, powerfully stoned, thanks to those like, totes suuuuuper shady pot brownies she bought at her favorite weed shop. The shit that would leave someone with a lower tolerance for pot face down on the carpet for the entire afternoon.
“Hee hee…” Nika’s now natural, neutral pout again spread into a stoned smile. “Carpet....”
God, she, like, totally loved munching carpet. Lori’s, and Penel...Penelop...Pen...Pen-Pen’s, and like, especially Jan’s. Gawd, Jan’s snatch was like some fuckin’ farout nectar factory!
Nika looked at her friends. Lori just about had her tits out for the cute doorguy, while Jan and Pen-Pen practically had their tongues down each other’s throats.
With a click-clack of her heels, Nika strutted to help out as a few final changes occurred. Her once-bare forearms became clad in armwarmers that matched the pattern of her leggings. Her lycra top tented at the nipples as they became pierced with golden pot leaf ornaments. And for a final touch, there was a lewd tattoo scrawled across her back. The sort of tattoo that a sober mind might have thought was a terrible idea, but for her, it was the height of cleverness.
My Ass Claps to Stay High!
And indeed, her ass clapped, quivered and quaked with every stoned step.
*****
“Heeeey…” Nika strutted up to the doorman. Half-ignoring Lori standing beside her, she pressed her tits against the now thoroughly confused and flustered member of club security, her spacey, empty, utterly vapid eyes focusing on nothing as she thought of nothing else but cock. His cock.
“Liiike...come oooooon, duuuude….” She pressed harder, her pot-leaf nipple ornaments digging into the man through her halter. “We just wanna party. And like...I’d totes suck your cock. Or ya can, like, hotdog my ass!”
She gave her own stoned buns a hard slap for emphasis, and giggled as her booty flesh rippled with the impact.
Nika was joined by Lori, again offering up her tits. And then the two mega-sluts, Jan and Penelope, joined in; one acting every bit the jungle cat her tiger-print dress screamed she was, as the other eyed him in her own hungry way, her features lined in layers of Whore’s Gold.
“Let us in, hot shot…” Jan purred. “Let us in, and we’ll all take turns...when you’re ready.”
“F-F-” The doorman, who tried with such desperation to remain professional, finally relented. “F-Fuck it. OK, OK. You four can go on in.”
“Like, thanks, stud!” Lori giggled and jiggled.
******
Jan stood at the entrance, one hand on a zebra-print encased hip as she watched the others approach. In another life, another reality without the wish, she was hardly the group leader. Her sister Laura, who was so successful and so professional, who had her head on straight even when they were down to party at a nightclub, was now a bubbly blonde, Barbie-pink bimbo. And Jan, who made the wish that had led the four down this new, slutty path, was the leader.
All four were predators. But she was the apex.
The first in line was Penelope. A powerful force in her own right. Confident, slutty, willing to get really...fucking…filthy. The two met eyes, and Jan licked her lips. “Bitches first, Pen-Pen.”
Penelope rolled her eyes. “Don’t start spreadin’ that shithead stoner’s nickname, J-Bitch.”
“Aw, J-Bitch?” Jan leered at her friend. “That the best you got, Goldie Slut?”
“Give me a few drinks and we’ll see, whore.”
Jan and Penelope shared another deep, long kiss, lips pressed tight as they wrestled each other’s tongues, their animosity little more than a front for the deep lust they shared for each other. And once they had their moment of fun, the kiss ended, and Penelope strutted through the doors.
Next up was Jan’s sister, Lori. “Ooh, like, Jan, this is such a hawt club! Do you think it’s, like, totes safe?”
“What do you mean?” Jan asked.
“LIke, hawt stuff catches fire...right?”
Jan ignored the airheaded question, instead pulling her sister into an embrace and kissing her, her apex tongue running circles all over her horny bimbo sister’s throat. And when they broke apart, she asked, “That answer your question, you little bimbo skank?”
Lori giggled. “Mmm...sis, your kisses always make me, like, super wet!”
“And you’re not bad yourself.” Jan winked and gave Lori’s tit a squeeze before letting her strut by.
Finally came Nika, who as she strutted toward the door, appeared to mentally be somewhere in the outer reaches of the solar system. Jan raised an eyebrow. “Where’s your mind at today, slut? Uranus?”
“Hee hee…” Nika giggled. “My anus is like...all empty, babe...”
“Because you got high and forgot to put your beads in, I bet.” Jan pulled Nika into an embrace and gave the stoner slut a deep tonguing of her own.
And as they pulled apart, Nika just giggled some more. Jan gave Nika’s ass a swat, enjoying the lewd coo that came in response as the stoner headed through the door. And Jan strutted in after her, admiring the views of her friends and sister all the while.
Four hot, bimboriffic sluts, finally inside this club with the impossibly long line. And all it took was a little shameless, vapid, whorish cajoling.
And a wish, of course.
Tue Jul 13 04:11:57 2021
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