-Entrance-

Gwen crouched in the bushes near the entrance to the building. She had chosen a dark hoodie, pulled up over her auburn hair to maintain a low profile. The hidden young woman watched from afar as groups of two, three and the occasional lone passerby wandered up to the door and spoke with the slender woman at the front. They would have their name checked against a guest list, and be invited inside.

In truth, it didn’t seem to be a very extensive screening process. Gwen might even be able to slip inside if she just paid the cover at the door. But that was the banal, expected way to get inside. The intrepid journalism student had no business doing things within the lines, and she didn’t want them to know she was coming. Besides, she needed practice sneaking around lavish parties held by mysterious old-money debutantes if she wanted to get serious about her major.

Skulking around the main entrance, Gwen circled the property until she heard the voices and sounds of loading and labour. A few shadowy figures were lingering around the service entrance that she had been staking out earlier in the day. One was happily chatting with her friend while another hefted a large case of something that sloshed with every movement. Gwen crept closer, trying to listen.

“-Don’t even know how we’re gonna get her out of there. It’s not like she has bones. As for the lounge, you can imagine the stains…”

“I had a chat with The Contessa, says she’s really good at cleaning up after these things. Can you imagine if she actually pulls one of these once a month? Half the town’ll be up on someone’s shelf by the end of the year….”

Gwen furrowed her brow. They were talking about changing forms and inanimacy. So it was THAT kind of party. She remembered a kegger during her freshman year when someone had passed out little sugar pills that gave people tails or animal ears. The night had gotten a little blurry for her after that, though there was the vague memory of her lap being occupied by a girl who insisted on being called “Spot”. Half of the folks who had taken a pill had dropped out and become full pet people by the end of the year. Gwen kissed her teeth in irritation thinking about it. Some folks just didn’t have it cut out for the serious pursuits of an English student.

Getting in through the back entrance seemed more viable than the front, but it was constantly swarmed with activity. Perhaps she could sneak in if she wore some kind of disguise, or was carrying something important looking. She had access to neither, just a notepad, a phone set to silent and a neutral-coloured wardrobe. Gwen’s eyes swiveled upwards to the elaborate gothic architecture that composed the tiers and slopes of the building. She remembered that this used to be an extensive sorority house a few months ago, and wondered if had looked quite so...aristocratic back then. She had also wondered what became of the sisterhood that had lived there. Nevertheless, the redecoration had left the building with an abundance of molded features, lattice work and outcroppings that would make a climb up to the second floor relatively easy, even if a single story of the dwelling was practically the height of a normal house.

As soon as she flattened herself against one of the large pillars that supported the outdoor awning, she could feel the thrum of bass-boosted music rattling the foundations of the building. At least she hoped it was just the music. A social gathering steeped in magic probably had an energy all it’s own that she wanted to stay well away from.

A few grunts, some pulling and some muffled swears had her up and scrambling across the porch overhang towards the second floor windows, already panting and peeking in through windows. Most just opened up into the expanded central space of the mansion and had the flashing lights of the main floor visible through them, occasionally silhouetting Gwen as she  peeked through them. A mishmash of bodies cavorted in the space below her. Hugging the wall and stepping into a crouch, Gwen picked her way around the front half of the house towards darker windows that stood near the back. She let out an ‘eep’ as one of her sneakered feet skidded on the shingles before she found her purchase again. This was getting crazy, and she hadn’t even made her way inside yet. Fortunately, the only ones to witness her near fall were the gargoyles that occasionally studded the walls of the building’s exterior. They were mounted at an outward angle, seemingly cast from cement and suggestively sculpted. Each one was a mixture of leering, monstrous features and the female form, horns and fangs extending from a female face and batlike wings blossoming from the shoulders of otherwise limbless torsos that bore full bosoms and rounded hips. She steadied herself against one and crept around it, finally finding a large, slightly ajar window that led into an unlit space.

Carefully, delicately, she lifted the glass pane high enough to peer inside, the metal of the windowframe buzzing slightly like a faint electric current. The everpresent beat of music was louder here, but still muffled from its source. The light from outside didn’t penetrate very far into the space, but she was fairly certain she could see something below her, something large and smooth.... She leaned further inside, trying to discern what she was looking at. The smooth surface shifted slightly, and she swore she could hear a voice….cooing? Moaning?

Gwen was beginning to doubt her choice of entrance. She glanced over her shoulder back at the nearest gargoyle.

“Are you sure you should be up here?” it asked.

Gwen let out a yelp and her grip on the window pane slipped. Her arms windmilled as she hung off balance in the air, with most of her body stretched through the portal. Gravity seized her and she tilted forward, tumbling awkwardly through the window and into the dark air within the house. Gracelessly, she fell face first into the object she had been examining and bounced slightly. Whatever it was felt cool and fleshy beneath her, but taut like a trampoline. There was the sound of gushing liquids and a garbled yell that interceded with a deep moan. Gwen had barely gathered herself before finding herself sliding sideways along the curved surface of her platform, until she met the air for the second time in as many moments. This time, actual cushions broke her fall as Gwen settled in a dazed heap, her vision swimming.

Just like a serious journalist.

Centering herself again, Gwen rose to address the monolithic orb that she had tumbled from, silhouetted faintly by the still open window. It was immense, almost eight feet tall and seemingly spherical. She placed a hand against it and felt the soft, skinlike surface under her fingers shudder slightly. A rich, sweet scent filtered into her nose, a heartier, fuller version of something familiar...

“Ooommm...d, do that again….” A voice responded to her left.

Gwen’s hand jerked away as someone rounded the right side of the globe. The figure was spluttering slightly. She seemed to be human, more or less, clearing a sticky fluid off her face. She was also naked. Gwen avoided staring at her impressive curves as the new woman spoke.

“Where did….where didja come from?” she coughed.

“I-” Gwen began, but paused as a long, prehensile tongue extended from the nude girl’s mouth, efficiently licking away the dark-coloured fluid that coated her face. She smiled gamely at Gwen as it began to go to work on her breasts.

“Uhhh, I got locked out….” Gwen responded lamely.

"Uh huh" the lash-tongued woman responded dubiously.

"Mmm, whydja stawwwp…" a muffled voice sounded out from the left again. Wheels were turning as she crept around the wide expanse of the sphere and spotted what she was looking for. The smooth, dark-coloured orb was studded by a woman’s head, about four feet off of the ground and half embedded in a crater of swollen skin. As her vision adjusted to the darkness and her head stopped swimming, Gwen was able to take in more of the colossal body that dominated the room. It was a girl, or more accurately, a blueberry. She was a deep sapphire blue. Now on the opposite hemisphere of the gargantuan fruit, Gwen saw that her spherical body was enhanced by a pair of yoga ball-sized breasts that lay one atop the other, both slowly drizzling blue juice from fist-sized nipples. The blueberry seemed to be on her side and as Gwen looked upwards she could just make out a smaller divot with a dainty flapping hand jutting out of the side.

The fruit’s head, seemingly so minimal compared to the rest of her. She could see a messy head of pink hair that seemed to be turning blue at the roots and a playful leer from similarly azure-coloured eyes. She licked her thick, indigo lips. “Mmm...I’m a lil’....full. Need a drink?”

“Oh...ah.” Gwen mumbled, taking a step or two away from the lusty fruit. The freshly licked clean woman passed by her, giving her a wink as she let her extended tongue trace circles around one of her companion’s spurting nipples. The blueberry bowed her head, muffling a squeal of delight into her own inflated chest. Gwen stood transfixed as the other woman leaned in and wrapped her lips around as much of the teat as she could, drinking deeply to a chorus of moans from her beverage source. “Is that….safe?” Gwen finally asked as the girl came up for air. “I...no offence.” she glanced towards the blueberry’s head. “I heard that juice like that can be contagious…”

The girl shrugged “We’ve been here a while, and I’ve had plenty.” She smiled, her tongue extending as she began to circle her fruit, heading for her south pole once more. Sounds of wet slurping filled the room as the blueberry began to shudder, her leaking breasts increasing in pressure with little ecstatic spurts as her taut body trembled with pleasure. Gwen backed away from the two, nearly tripping over another pile of cushions that grunted at her before landing against a door, the vibrations and noise of club music rumbling through the wood. She made a grab for the knob and leaned against the door until it opened, finally admitting her into the party.

-The Dance Floor-

The noise and light was overwhelming, the thriving and wild scene that Gwen was suddenly up to her eyeballs in was a jarring shift from the relative darkness and quiet of the side room. The door she came out of seemed to be located close to the brightly illuminated bar, a large crowd nearly eclipsing the figure serving and pouring drinks. The somewhat dazed investigator tried to collect her thoughts and remember her objective. Find out what happened to Hanna. That would mean seeing if anyone here was keeping records, or had been at the soft opening. So talk to a host. That seemed pretty simple.

The bartender was a good place to start, and Gwen started to circle the crowd, looking for an in. Someone bumped into her and Gwen was abruptly face to face with a tipsy-looking girl who met her gaze with a pair of acid-green snake eyes. The other woman swayed with the impact, managing to keep from spilling a drop from the large cups she was holding.

“Hey! You want one?” The snake-eyed girl asked over the noise. “My friend became a boob, so I’ve got a extras!” Gwen eyed the frothy liquid. “What….what’s in it?” “Just beer!” Snake-Eyes answered, a long, thin tongue flickering out of her mouth and tasting at the air with a notable forked tip. “But I’m thinking of getting a tail while I’m here. You see those two on the dance floor?”

“No!” Gwen called back. “And I didn’t-”

The beer was shoved into her hands by the serpent girl. “Hey, where’s your change?” She asked, her eyes flickering downwards as if she could spot some sort of addition or alteration to Gwen’s dimensions through her clothing. Gwen awkwardly recoiled at the scanning gaze.

“It uh….hasn’t kicked in yet.” She lied lamely. Hindsight told her she should have come up with a better cover story before infiltrating the place.

“Well, don’t forget this!” Snake Eyes offered cheerfully, and suddenly another arm was holding up a shotglass filled with clear liquid in front of Gwen’s face. It took the unaltered woman a moment to realize that the other girl had four arms, the upper pair seemingly devoted to holding beers, the lower two carefully cradling a pair of shots. Gwen accepted the second of as many drinks and the cheers that her benefactor offered. The biting smell of hard liquor plucked at her nose as she brought the drink up, but manners dictated a shared downing. The drink identified itself as tequila on it’s way down her throat, making Gwen cough slightly.

“Was...was that normal too?” Gwen asked a second too late. “Um, yeah!” Snake Eyes responded. “I’m not buying someone a changing shot, those are crazy expensive. Well, good luck!” She offered cheerfully. She rose her beer cup in salutation before turning her head to watch a young man stumble past, clutching at clothes that he seemed to be rapidly shrinking out of. With a pleased hiss, The serpentine woman broke off from Gwen and pursued her.

Gwen looked down at the beer in her hands. Memories of parties past came to her mind, some of them a blur. She had a low tolerance and a tendency to act out when she was drunk, or so she was told. Most nights when she’d bothered to go out for this sort of thing were a bit of a cheerful blur. Gwen tried to tell herself that a little fun was well and good, but there were better ways to spend her evenings than getting sauced and groping a stranger. As the party coalesced around her, she was having a hard time sticking to that opinion.

Well, it was a party. She took a swig and tried to find a wall to stick to. Hugging the perimeter might give her better mobility through all this chaos. As she edged past a tighter cluster of partygoers that she could swear were all connected to each other, something fuzzy brushed past her thigh. A bout of instinctive panic taught to her by nighttime stakeouts in raccoon-infested alleyways caused Gwen to jump back in alarm and nearly bash her head against the wall as her eyes flickered down. A large, tawny and very furry shape was crawling past her, it’s long tail swaying behind it in the air. It stopped and craned it’s head upwards, revealing a more or less human female face, covered in the same fur as the rest of her body and sporting a pair of triangular ears and a black feline nose.

“Oop, sorry!” The cat person spoke over the din. She fluidly slid next to Gwen and sat down, exposing her belly and the rows of breasts covering it. The girl was petite, but seemed incapable of rising to bipedal height, content to prowl around on all fours. “I’m getting used to the paws!” She explained. “But it’s such a smooth way to get around, y’know? And the tail’s a great little accent!” “Uh….yeah, tails are good for that” Gwen agreed shakily. She could feel the drink mingling in her head, loosening her tongue slightly.

“Hey, you seen another girl?” The cat inquired. “A bit slight, Japanese features, dark hair? I lost track of her and she’s kinda shy.” Gwen could only shake her head. “She might look different now though….” The catgirl admitted. “Last time I saw her she seemed a little...puffy? Or sluggish? That’s a bad way to put it, she *did* look good...everyone here looks good…” Her tail began to flick back and forth excitedly. “Well, I should find her. Be seeing you!”  “Oh, um….good luck!” Gwen offered to the departing backside of the cat as she quickly slunk away. Bringing the plastic cup in her hands up to her lips, Gwen realized that she had managed to nervously drain the entire drink in the space of a few minutes. Either it was the contents of her beverage or the fact that she hadn’t eaten much today, but her imbibements were hitting her sooner and harder than expected. Gwen blinked away some of the fuzziness and tugged her collar. Her clothing was starting to feel tight. She shrugged and fumbled with her zipper, opening her jacket up and letting the dark garment fall from her shoulders, no longer requiring it’s camouflaging capabilities.

-The Booth-

Through the crowd, she could see a side passage leading to a somewhat less populated area, drawing the overwhelmed young woman to edge towards it after finding a spot to discard her cup. There seemed to be a side room leading off the dance floor, populated by alcoves and booths that were allowing those looking to get off their feet a chance to relax, which fit Gwen to a “T”. Scanning for a less crowded spot, the young woman found a semicircular booth with only a few other people and collapsed onto the couch with a sigh.

“Hey! Feel free to cuddle up!” Gwen swivelled to meet the person talking to her and blinked, once again resetting her expectations. The girl next to her was cartoonishly overexaggerated, a wide, plush butt supporting her torso but doing little to distract from the huge, pillowy breasts on her front. Gwen had initially mistaken her for a part of the furniture, an easy enough mistake to make as her entire body had a fabricy, quilted texture to it as if she had been concocted by a sewing machine. The pillow girl wriggled closer, her only option as she had no limbs. A simple tassel fringe capped each of her smooth shoulders and hips, matching the ones dangling from the tips of her huge chest like elaborate pasties. Gwen nearly protested until her shoulder made contact with the girl’s soft, spongy body and a near instantaneous feeling of warmth washed over her, taking with it the residual aches from her rooftop excursion and unexpected tumble. “I...ooh….mmmm” Gwen sighed as she leaned in, resting her head on the swell of the pillow-girl’s bosom. “Thanks. It’s been a crazy night.”

“Heh, I hear that.” The person sitting across from her intoned. Gwen rose her eyes to lock gaze with her boothmate, only to find that she had to choose between two options. The woman on the other side of the enclave had two heads perched between her shoulders. One was nuzzling the other’s cheek as she spoke to her. “I take it your shot hasn’t kicked in yet?” 

“Shot?” Gwen mumbled, her vision defocusing as she tried to meet both pairs of eyes at once.

“The one you pay for at the door” The pillow girl explained. “What did yours taste like?” “Oh” Gwen shifted awkwardly. “Ummm, blueberries.” “Heh, sounds promising” The second head nodded. The final girl in the booth set down the glass she had been busy draining. “I think mine’s working? I bought a few good ones too, just to make sure…”

Gwen guffawed at that, mind spiralling out to imagine what multiple compounds would do to the adventurous woman, before turning back to the pillow girl she realized she had been progressively spooning with more and more of her body. “Did, um...your shot do this?” She squeezed her snuggle-buddy’s cushioned form to convey her point. She noticed that the girl’s eyes were actually immaculately painted, embroidered glass buttons set in her face.

“Oh, this kind of prestige work?” The cushion giggled. “No, I’m on loan for the party. I’m designed to be as comforting and relaxing as possible, for folks who might need to take a break from the craziness. It’s a great way to earn some scratch on the weekends while I work on my Hospitality degree.” “It...certainly suits you.” Gwen mumbled, instinctively burying her face into the cushion’s chest. She looked at the rest of the booth, her legs absently rubbing together as an urge began to manifest itself within her. “Uh, not that I’m complaining, but are there any guys at this party? So far it seems to be mostly us girls.”

“Huh” the two-headed girl noted, both her faces swivelling to scan the room. “Dunno about that, I swear I saw a couple on the way in. Maybe it’s a magic thing? I mean, *he* used to be a guy when he came in.” The head on the right motioned to the one on the left. “Or was it her?” The one on the left responded. “I swear it was you.” “Maybe?” Right rolled her eyes. “Guess two heads aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.”

A thought occurred to Gwen as she rested her head on the pillow girl again. “Hey, were you here during the last party too?” She shimmied her hips slightly. Something about the cushion’s soothing presence made her naturally want to grind up against her.

 “Huh? Yeah, why?” The pillow answered.

“I’m looking for a girl who was here last week.” Gwen explained. “Hanna? Red hair, freckles….likes to wear a lot of cheap jewelry?”

 “Hanna…..” The cushion rolled the question around in her foam-filled head. “That, kind of sounds familiar? There weren’t many people here during the soft open, and I think I saw someone like that by the bar…” Gwen rolled her eyes, not looking forward to another trip across the dancefloor.

“Oh hey, it kicked in!” The other girl at the booth let out an excited squeal. She had placed a half finished drink on the counter and was spreading her legs to allow her swelling belly to fill her lap. Her blouse slipped up, revealing a pink, round stomach that was studded with a deep belly button. She tapped her ballooning stomach playfully, creating a hollow thudding as though it was full of air.

“Hey, look at that…” Gwen blinked, genuinely spellbound. She noticed that the girl’s crotch was growing wider, parting her thighs and exposing her panties that seemed stretched across the growing orb that was overtaking her abdomen. Gwen wondered how receptive this one would be to a good cuddle.

Gwen found herself wanting another drink, the energy of the party starting to infuse her.

“Hah, wonder how big I’ll get....” The rounding girl mused, kicking her feet excitedly, hardly noticing that they were no longer long enough to reach the floor. She looked up at Gwen. “Hey, it looks good on you too!”

“Whuh….what?” Gwen stuttered.

The rounded girl held her hands up to her own chest and mimicked an oversized bust, nodding happily.

Gwen looked down.

Her breasts had grown, well past the restraints of her unzipped hoodie and were hanging off of her chest like a pair of honeydew melons. Gwen yelped and brought up her hands to confirm that they were real, and let out an involuntary moan at the sensation of her fingers sinking into new, soft breast flesh and the feeling of responsive pressure welling behind her erect nipples.

“Ooh, looks like you got a good one!” The left head remarked.

“But I….I never….” Gwen panted as her hands dropped from her chest to meet a bulge of stomach that was just as unexpected as her other endowments. “How did I miss all of this?”

"Heh, it sneaks up on yah, doesn't it?" Right Head nodded.

Gwen hadn’t stopped fondling her own softened stomach, even as the tightness of her pants filtered it’s way into her awareness. “Ooof....where is it all coming from?” She muttered.

The two headed girl attempted to shrug, wincing as the action managed to conk her temples together.

Gwen shakily made her way to her feet, unaccustomed to the slight shift in gravity that had pervaded her form. As she brought her hands before her, she noticed an uneven pattern of colouration staining her fingers. It was difficult to make out in the multicoloured, erratic lighting, but she swore that a blotchy darkness was spreading over her hands.

“Musta just….got some of that juice on me…” She said to herself. The now quite inebriated girl pushed back out past the dance floor, attempting to recreate her path and return to the spot that she had seen the bar. The party was as wild as ever, and Gwen’s less careful path caused her to be jostled and nudged by the other partygoers. Her freshly expanded endowments seemed a target for errant elbows, nudging torsos and other unexpected, unwarranted and not altogether unpleasant physical contact that seemed to ignite her body with tingles of pleasure at every pass.

“It couldn’t have been the….the fruit.” She said to herself, voice lost in the noise of the party. “That other girl had been...drinking her all night. And she was fine….” Shouldering past an anthropomorphic wolf that was growing far too many breasts for her tube-top to contain, Gwen fell against the illuminated bartop with a grunt and another shift of her bloated assets. She could feel her t-shirt stretching to maintain her bosom, which felt like they were at least the size of volleyballs. An involuntary giggle escaped her lips, both at the feeling of pressure on her expanded breasts, the thought of having big enough boobs for that to be a factor, and the sheer absurdity of the situation. Under the brighter, consistent light of the bar, she could confirm that the dark splotches on her skin were indeed a deep sapphire blue. And they were growing.

“Whoah, someone’s had a few…” a voice sounded off by Gwen’s knee. Her attempts to crane her head around to look at who had spoken only brought her swelling ass into view, the tops of her swollen cheeks bulging over the lip of her jeans. She shivered at the sensation of her growing body straining at the fabric of her clothes, almost wishing it would last. The frantic energy that she had initially taken for panic was starting to permeate her and become something more flush and exciting. She straightened up and felt the collar of her shirt tear, creating a deep v neck that exposed her cleavage. She looked down at it with her eyes boggling, and found herself squeezing her elbows together to mash the unfamiliar sight up closer to her face. The additional pressure caused her nipples to moisten with unknown fluid, and she shuddered with pleasure at the sensation, a similar feeling starting to flutter between her legs.

“Oooh” She licked her lips, wanting to explore her new anatomy further. The dress code here seemed to be non-existent, so surely no one would mind if she stripped down for a better view. It might even get her some attention…

“Fuh-focus Gwen!” She muttered to herself and wobbled along the length of the bar until she spotted a gap in the barrier blocked by a simple length of hung chain. The path led behind the bar and to what looked like an employee entrance. Shaking the woozy buzz of alcohol from her head, Gwen awkwardly stepped over the chain, her thickening legs spread wide and her left foot in the air when she heard the rip. There was a freeing sensation of torn denim relaxing it’s iron grip on her backside, and a sudden breeze against her butt. Finally on the other side of the barrier, Gwen’s hand flew back to her own ass, feeling at the ragged edge of the fresh hole in her pants and the squishy, voluminous flesh beneath. She blew out an exasperated breath mingled with a chuckle, too tipsy to be genuinely worried at this point, and ambled towards the back room.

“Just gotta find someone to help” She said to herself, only half believing it but finding it difficult to be concerned when it felt this good.

-Behind the Bar-

The thudding music of the party faded as Gwen ambled into the back room, passing through a short hallway and into a compact kitchen space. One wall was lined with covered plates of tasty-smelling food, ready to be shipped out to the buffet, the other with several rows of fridges, a spacious oven and a wide array of oversized cooking appliances. But the main attraction that drew Gwen’s eye lay in the center of the room on a wide silver table. First guess was some sort of mannequin in an elaborate dress, but as Gwen drew closer, she realized it was a life-sized chocolate statue of a woman, nude from the waist up and seemingly modeled in a moment of rapture. One hand was against her face, fingertips tracing her cheek and her little finger teasing at her lips, mouth slightly open in a trembling, pleasured gasp. Her eyes were mostly closed, as if to intensify the moment she was feeling. Her other hand was reaching for her bare breast, index finger lightly touching at her nipple, savouring herself.

The chocolate facsimile seemed like it was moving the more Gwen stared at it, hypnotically moaning and bucking it’s hips, sucking on it’s finger tips to enjoy her own flavour and stroking her breasts to heighten her pleasure...But the statue was motionless, and Gwen found that she was the one swaying. The swollen girl sucked on one of her own fingers and felt a building sense of desire blossoming within her. Her eyes traced the curves of the chocolate statue down to just below her hips, where the shape suddenly blossomed out into a parasol dress that reached the floor, the elongated dome that covered her legs decorated with a vibrant rainbow of flowers that, upon closer examination, were dozens and dozens of immaculately frosted cupcakes sitting in little niches within the structure. Unsure if she was hungry, horny or both, Gwen crept closer, one hand unconsciously massaging her own breast through the flimsy material of her shirt that was growing damp with fluid.

She reached out tentatively. Just one couldn’t hurt… “Hi!” Gwen shrunk back as a woman’s head popped into view from the other side of the statue. The freckles on her face went well with her smile, and most of her auburn hair was tucked up into a poofy white chef’s hat.

“Oh! Uh, sorry!” Gwen squeaked while staggering back. “I thought this place was empty…”  

“Yeah, most of my girls are out on the floor right now” The other woman sauntered into view. Her proportions almost rivalled Gwen’s own, a pair of breasts that bulged against the straps of her apron and a swell of matronly hips that were laid bare on either side of it, being the lone article of clothing she seemed to be wearing. She was holding a piping bag in one hand, full of vibrant pink icing. “Most of them are just refreshing the food stations, but a few are scouting for a few extra ingredients…” She paused, drinking in Gwen’s body. “But I’m amazed that they let someone as delectable as you slip by them.” She let a warm, sumptuous grin spread across her face.

Gwen blushed as the mysterious cook circled her, drinking in her form. She placed a hand on her shoulder and directed her to look into a full length mirror that was against one wall. An odd addition to a kitchen, but one that didn’t distract her from the sight staring back at her.

She was huge, basketball-sized breasts tinted a rich, dark blue and leaking fluid of a darker shade from thumb-sized nipples. Her equally blue belly stuck out beneath it, flabby rolls spilling out over her beltline and jiggling with fluid as she swayed to keep her weight centered. The cook’s hands were on her shoulders, slowly pulling her undersized sweater off of her arms and casting it aside to give her a better view of Gwen’s form. One of her hands traced along her back, until her fingers tickled the back of Gwen’s neck. There was a tiny spark, like a miniscule bolt of static electricity at her collar and with the sudden sensation of exposure, her shirt and bra both came completely undone all along her back. Gwen’s hands instinctively flew up, palms meeting with the softness of her breasts a good deal sooner than she was used to, the pressure encouraging another spurt of juice from her nipples.

All of her upper garments now reduced to an armful of sopping rags, Gwen could do little but hold them to the lower portion of her bosom in an attempt to soak up her juice before it dripped onto the floor.

“Where is it all coming from….” She mumbled again.

Up until now the sensations associated with her deepening condition had been gradual and omnipresent enough to gloss over, but the scent she was exuding was now too powerful to ignore. It was the same that she had smelled on arrival, a rich, indulgently deep fruity aroma that made her mouth water, even if she was the one giving it off.

The cheffess was crouched behind Gwen, worming her fingers through the hole in her jeans that had grown taut against her swollen rear and tugging down, edging Gwen’s mammoth, sapphire cheeks out of her overtaxed trousers inch by agonizing inch.

“Just want to get a good….look at you….” The cook grunted, clearly not used to this much effort required to disrobe someone. The waistband of her pants had just made it to the widest part of her bottom before the stress grew too great and it burst, almost bisecting the entire garment and knocking the cook back on her own ample bum.

“Oh my, it looks like your body is eager to be out of those old things.” The cook couldn’t help but chuckle from her prone position. She quickly recovered and helped Gwen step out of her ruined pants, slipping off her shoes in the process.

Clad in nothing but a pair of socks, whatever she could hold against her chest and a pair of soaked, strained panties, Gwen could finally observe her body in its entirety. The blue hadn’t completely overtaken her limbs and face, appearing here and there in steadily growing splotches and leaving them less inflated, making her ovoid torso appear even more bizarre.

Despite the myriad problems that Gwen would have had if she were a mite more sober, the only thing that really bothered her was the nature of her inflation. The berry she had met on arrival at the party had been a huge, taut ball of juice. If she’d been infected, why did it look like she was just gaining weight? Gwen pouted as she jiggled her own blue lovehandles. Forget a way to shrink back down, she’d give anything for a bit of symmetry.

Gwen rotated to face the woman who had so efficiently stripped her, and shuddered at their sudden bare proximity. The invigorating woman leaned in and their lips met. Worries and anxieties bubbled away as the kiss overwhelmed her. The enigmatic cook held her body against Gwen’s soft form, lips pressed as her probing, lustful tongue slipped into Gwen’s mouth. The blue woman leaned further into the exchange, being more than simply kissed, but tasted, savoured and enjoyed. The thought of it excited her and lit up her mind and body with a thousand little eddies of delight and potential. She wanted this woman to keep exploring her body, never before realizing that the touch of another girl could invigorate and awaken her to such a degree.

The cook broke away, licking her lips. Gwen panted, awestruck.

“As I thought, you’re positively delicious. And may I add, just a little bit...fermented?”

Gwen staggered to maintain her balance. The building drunk that had slowly overtaking her brain had seemed to far exceed the capabilities of the few libations she’d had. She was far from a serious drinker, but hadn’t considered herself that much of a lightweight.

Then she began to realize that a cook had just called her delicious.

“Don’t get any ideas….” She said, half giggling.

“But that’s my job, dear!” The cheffess smiled, then brought her hand up to feel at Gwen’s breast, testing it’s pliability and heft and nodding, before pinching her thigh, her brow furrowing slightly.

“Hmmm, you seem a bit unstable though sweetie....but nothing we can’t fix. We may have to work fast. Do you remember the flavour of your entry shot?”

“Uhhh…..” Gwen mumbled, the sudden need to craft a convincing falsehood momentarily breaking through her hazy layers of drunken arousal.

“We’ve got to get you into a pan straight away….” The cheffess nodded happily, laying out a series of tools, canisters of sparkling powder and vials of dark, syrupy fluid across the counter. “Mmm, tradition would call for nice big blueberry pie, but think of the possibilities….a nice light, fruity mousse, ooey-gooey preserves, maybe a blueberry torte…” She turned and was scrutinizing Gwen again, who shrank away from her gaze.

“Look I...wait!” She yelped. “I came here looking for someone! She was here last night and the only people who might know are people like you and the-” 

 “Hey, is something holding up the Bouquet?” A voice sounded out on the other side of the kitchen. Both Gwen and the Cheffess turned to address the new entrant, spying a girl poking her head around the corner of another hallway, the music of the party behind her. Her pointy features were framed by a mane of thick, wavy blonde hair.

The cook broke away from Gwen with a flirtatious wink. “Sorry Cassia, got a little distracted.”

Gwen took the opportunity to divert her attention from the cheffess and take a sobering breath of air. The apron-clad cook was positively hypnotic, a warm embrace of temptation and will that threatened to shape her like dough, metaphorically and then literally. And as fun as that still sounded, some small part of her remembered why she was here. She had to find Hanna. Somehow.

The Cheffess gave Gwen a peck on her blue cheek and sauntered back towards her sculpture, scooping up her piping bag.

“Don’t go too far, sweet stuff.”

Gwen bit her thickening lip as she took one final look at the jiggle of the cheffess’s exposed butt and then turned towards the new woman. She thought she heard the name Cassia.  “Hey...I think you can help me…” She said, swaying slightly from her own dwindling co-ordination and the ever present, uneven swelling of her juicy body.

Cassia was still peeking around the corner, looking her up and down. “Yeah, I think I can.” She disappeared behind her corner and there was the sound of voices, then the blonde woman fully entered the room, hooves clacking on the kitchen floor.

From the waist up, she was a shapely lady dressed in nothing but a strategically tattered white shirt covered in splatters of colour, like a painter’s coverall. The garment was so shredded and small that it barely covered the underside of her impressive breasts, nipples visibly perked beneath the fabric. A black trilby was perched atop her head, a huge flow of blonde hair descending from it and draping across her shoulders down to the small of her back. From the waist down, she was a different story. Feminine hips gave way to thick thighs and powerful looking digitgrade legs, all covered in shaggy light-brown fur. Both of her feet ended in hard black hooves that idly kicked at the floor. Gwen caught enough of the woman’s profile to see a miniscule tail wagging in the air above the swell of her butt.

“Never met a satyr before…” Gwen said, a little too loudly. “Are you kinda like a centaur...or maybe a saturn…” Gwen snickered at her own joke.

The goat woman trotted across the room towards the inebriated girl, looking her up and down and blowing out a long, exasperated breath like a mechanic about to give someone a quote for their engine repairs. Long, cashmere-furred ears flicked in and out of her hair, numerous rings and studs embedded along their length visibly glimmering in the air.

“Well, something sure did a number on you…” Cassia noted, lifting up one of Gwen’s skinny blue arms to examine it and check the swelling heft of her torso.

“Yeah...uh….I think that my shot-” Gwen’s fumbled excuse was cut off as Cassia circled around her.

“I don’t think so. I know what gets passed out to guests because I’m the one making them, and this is no potion of mine. If you were experiencing a Berry formula, it would be a lot more evenly distributed. And a lot more fun. This reeks of instability, almost as if you got a partial dose of reagent mixed in with your….”

Cassia stepped away, hands on her wide, furry hips. “You didn’t come in through the front door, did you?”

Gwen snorted. “Got me! Guilty as charged…”

“I’ll say” Cassia sighed. “I told them that the security system needed work. Didn’t I tell them that, Faye?”

“You certainly did.” The cheffess responded.

“Faye’s a nice name…” Gwen mused, her arms dropping away from her bare chest as she let her juice-soaked rags hit the floor.

Cassia tapped her chin thoughtfully. “This is a pretty exclusive party, with a lot of valuable stuff, so there are some measures to keep people from just sneaking in. The Contessa had a field surrounding the building designed to give folks a jolt if they tried any other entrance but the front and back doors, but it doesn’t seem to have stopped you…”

She snapped her fingers as one hoof stamped at the floor.

“Who’s the first person you met when you broke in? Can you remember?”

Gwen blinked awkwardly. “Ummm….She was...big. Big...Yeah, a big berry! Blue berry! Kinda wish I’d gotten a taste.” She snorted.

“There we go…” Cassia half-cantered over to a drink-mixing station set up near the passage she had arrived through. It wasn’t like other bars that Gwen had ever seen, familiar liquor brands shelved alongside wooden racks of glimmering or alien compounds, what looked like a small greenwall sprouting numerous herbs that she didn’t know the names of and an honest-to-goddess cauldron about the size of a tea kettle simmering softly over a gas burner. Cassia had busied herself with a mortar and pestle of ground herbs and sugary crystals, pausing briefly to throw in a handful of ice cubes as if she was muddling a mint julep.

“It looks like instead of doing its job, the security field around this place managed to just screw up your morphic field and leave you susceptible to anything with a strong enough signature. Like that blueberry you bounced off of on the way in. And how is she doing, by the way?”

“Good…” Gwen idly mused, trying to wrap her head around everything that the alchemical bartender was trying to say. “Round and...leaky.”

Cassia smiled, turning around and holding a shotglass full of dark, syrupy liquid. “Oh good, last I saw her, she was still swelling up. Sounds like she’s taken to it very well. And as for you..”

She made sure that Gwen’s hand was steady enough to hold the drink offered to her.

“You naughty girl, sneaking in without permission without so much as a cover charge. I think I’ve found the perfect way for you to pay us back...This should stabilize you, and put you to good use.”

Gwen looked down at the latest beverage offered to her, and had to fight the wild, adventurous impulse to simply down it on the spot. There was just one last thing she was forgetting…

“Hanna!” She blurted out, nearly dropping the shot. “Okay, I know I should totally have this, and I really….really wanna know what it does, but before that I just gotta ask about Hanna!” She was on a ramble, hardly pausing between breaths.

“She came here for the first soft opening, and just disappeared! You must have seen her, red hair and ginger? She likes to-”

“Wear a bunch of plastic jewelry?” Cassia cut her off. “Oh yeah, I know Hanna. She came out great!”

The satyr reached up to grab the hem of her shirt and gave it the slightest tug to flash her breasts to Gwen. One nipple had a glimmering barbell stud framing it, and the other had a lone gold ring piercing it, a small rosey-coloured crystal embedded on the bottom of the curve.

Trying to take in what had to be the fifth pair of naked breasts she had seen in the same evening, the bloated blue woman leaned in closer to try and unravel what Cassia was saying.

“This one.” The blonde mythical creature explained, toying with the ring on her left breast. “We had an artificer in during the soft opening and they started turning people into toys and clothes, that sort of thing. Hanna here was trying on a bra that one of her friends had just become when someone suggested she get made into something nicer than what she was wearing. She started curving in on herself, and here we are!”

Without thinking, Gwen’s hand rose to grope at Cassia’s exposed tit and examine the ring. Cassia didn’t seem to mind, offering a little coo of approval at the attention.

The ring was mostly smooth, with the slightest impression of femine curves in its wavering thickness. The jewel seemed more familiar, a deeper, more vibrant colour of Hanna’s red hair. But more than anything was the aura that the entire ring gave off. Touching it made Gwen feel excited, lustful and eager to be irresponsible, much like Hanna herself. There was an energy of familiarity coming off of it that tickled Gwen with it’s Hanna-ness.

“Heh, I’m sure she’s happy to see you again too.” Cassia mused. “Come to think of it, I haven’t gotten around to doing the paperwork for her yet. You’re the first person to come looking.”

Gwen broke away from examining the nipple ring and shot the satyr an exasperated look.  

“You should get on that, yeah.” She looked down at the shot in her hand. “Well, mystery solved.”

She knocked the drink back in a single gulp.

“So...what’s this gonna do to me?” Gwen asked, curiosity and excitement overriding her previous anxieties. Already she could feel a flush tingle spreading outwards from her belly, up to her chest, down through her hips and into her limbs. “Is it gonna...make me normal?” She asked, a hint of reluctance in her voice.

“Sweetie, we checked out from normal a long time ago.” Cassia left her shirt up on top of her breasts as she removed her hat, exposing a stubby pair of dark brown horns poking through her hair. She clopped in a circle, eyeballing Gwen’s bloated form as the blue colour completely overtook every inch of her, and started to deepen. “Nothing like a Cosmagic Cheffess to get you out of your clothes in record time.” The satyr smirked. “Now I get to see everything as it happens…”

 Gwen wobbled slightly as her fat, ovoid torso began to shift, tensing and consolidating like a thickening mixture. She let out a small belch as her stomach’s lumps and folds began to smooth out, forming a rounder, uniform orb at the core of her body that her limbs and breasts were perched atop. Gwen widened her stance with thickened thighs as her knees shook with the sensation. “My toes’ve….gone numb” She noted, bringing up a hand to feel at her own engorged breasts. They felt so huge now...so ripe and delicious.

“We’ve managed to stabilize the reaction.” Cassia nodded happily. “You had just kind of soaked up the initial enchantment of that blueberry when you made contact with her, and that left your morphic field in flux.” She reached out to pinch at Gwen’s blue butt, appreciating it’s thickness and the girl’s squeak of aroused surprise. “Good thing you came here, who knows what might have happened if you were left to wander the floor….”

“So what’s gonna happen nowwwughhh….” Gwen’s thought garbled it’s way out of her mouth as her round belly suddenly pulsed, and she felt the churning liquid inside of her pump itself through her. Her stomach shrank ever so slightly as the juice redistributed itself upwards into her breasts, and down into her ass. Her tits leapt forth in size as her butt quivered with the same jolt of growth. They both felt fantastic, Gwen’s nipples perking with arousal at the sensation of roiling fluid building behind them just as the weight of the newly added juice pressed against her crotch, setting her senses alight with pleasure. She moaned in delight as her stomach shuddered and pumped more of it’s contents through the rest of her body with another jolt.

“You might want to have a lie down while you can…” Cassia recommended. She gripped Gwen by the hand, guiding her over to the other table in the kitchen not holding the elaborate cupcake sculpture. Faye the Cheffess had put down her piping bag again and was watching the transformation with amusement.

Gwen pulsed again, her belly still shrinking as her other curves grew. Her breasts had the circumference approaching car tires now, and were so soft, so divinely heavy that she had to place her arms underneath them to hold then steady as she sat down. The action spread out her ass against the surface of the counter and was more than enough to finally snap her last article of clothing off, the black panties that had stood up to the rest of the evening disintegrating off of her hips. Her limbs felt off, weaker than before and possessed with a numb tingle. She poked at one of her breasts with a coo of pleasure as her vision swam.

“Waow…” Gwen rambled. “I don’t….remember being this drunk before. Thought I’d be sick by now…”

“No worries about that.” Cassia said, taking one of Gwen’s arms. “You had a few before you came to see me, right? Your body absorbed and processed that alcohol along with the juice, and the sugars have been steadily enriching and fermenting inside of you. You know how wine is made of grapes? Other fruits can serve the same purpose.”

 “I’m….fulla booze?” Gwen asked. She cackled at that, letting it devolve into a snort and then another moan of delight as her curves grew again with another pump of juice. She wobbled on top of her plush, widening ass, which was keeping pace with her growing boobs.

“Yep. And that means you’re gonna be pleasantly drunk from now on.” Cassia began to massage Gwen’s hand with one arm, and her shoulder with the other.

“I...heh...haha….so much for being the designated driver…..ever….” Gwen giggled and writhed under the satyr’s hands.

“It’ll be a lot harder in a second…” Cassia smirked, and gave Gwen’s arm a hard shove. The force didn’t continue past her shoulder or shift the rest of her body, and the bloated, blue woman felt an odd sort of quickening as her entire arm was pushed into her shoulder. She barely had enough time to flex her fingers in surprise before they were gone, dissolved away and leaving a bare expanse that smoothly led from her swelling chest to her back.

“Whu...whoah that felt good…” Gwen gasped.

Cassia circled around her, hooves clopping against the floor as she grabbed Gwen’s other arm and performed the same gesture, vanishing away her upper limbs and leaving the wobbling girl without a means of maintaining her already tenuous balance. With squeal she finally tipped over, her breasts so large at this point that they provided ample cushioning for the fall even against her side. Her midsection shuddered again, depositing another load of juice to the opposite ends of her body, or what was left of it.

“Ooh, can I do her feet?” The cheffess called out from her station.

“Eyes on your own work, Faye” Cassia remarked. The apron-clad woman pouted, but shrugged and returned to the finishing touches on her own bouquet.

“Oh, y’know each other?” Gwen asked as Cassia reached down to lift the juice-filled and thoroughly sauced young lady’s legs up onto the table. The action rolled her onto her stomach just as it sent another pulse of swelling juice to her butt and tits. The last discharge had almost made it the one part of her body back to normal size. She moaned in delight at the latest jolt of liquid pleasure as her stiff, indigo nipples began to grow moist.

“We’re from sister programs.” The Satyr explained. “Mine’s fairly new on the block, a little more specific, but I think there’s a future in Cosmagic Mixology.” She picked up one of Gwen’s legs, running her fingers softly from the base of her heel up to the thickness of her thigh.

Lying on her front spread her two heavenly massive, deep blue tits in front of her, making it easy to bury her face within her own cleavage. The smell of blueberries and potent wine filled her nose as she licked at her fruity flesh, filing her mouth with the same sweet, alcoholic flavour that didn’t fade or diminish from her tongue. That taste was spreading from her mouth through the rest of her face, making her numb to everything but the wild, adventurous indulgence of her own drunken haze and arousal. She felt her breasts pulse and her sex grow plump and wet between her planetary ass cheeks.

Cassia twisted and pushed, and Gwen’s left leg was similarly absorbed into her ass as easily as her breasts had gobbled up her arms. The blue girl giggled at the ticklish sensation, her sole remaining limb kicking in the air until Cassia grabbed the flailing leg and sent it on it’s way with a final ripple of blue flesh.

The now limbless Gwen lay on the counter like a crudely enhanced totem to feminine fertility. She raised her head from her breasts and wiggled her body as best she could, her titanic buttocks jiggling against the cool surface of the counter in full view of the approving bartender. Somewhere hidden between those heaving juicy orbs of flesh, her hungry womanhood was trickling with juice and eager for attention to be paid.

“Ooooff…” Gwen dizzily tittered. “Gosh I’m huge….” She struggled to crane her neck far enough to watch Cassia as she walked around to her front. Both of her tits and each respective globe of her ass were larger than exercise balls, jiggling, round and heavy with the fermenting juice that had overtaken her entire body. “Fuggin’....I’m so damn horny.” She spoke aloud, any mental filters she may have once had washed away by the alcohol flooding her body. “You gotta help me out here.” She attempted to writhe coquettishly, succeeding only in shifting her colossal breasts against the counter and wobbling her body.

“Let’s just see if we can get a taste..” Cassia smiled. She leaned in, both hands sinking into the soft flesh of Gwen’s breasts as she kissed her full on the mouth. Gwen moaned around the kiss as the satyr’s tongue explored her mouth and ignited the sensation of ecstasy that had been roiling through her body into a crescendo of rapture. Her quivering womanhood came with the force of a freight train that racked her jiggling body with pleasure, the fire of it spreading through every inch of her. Her nipples twitched and erupted, producing twin fountains of dark, indigo elixir that splattered onto the counter. Her body flexed, and with a final filling jolt, her belly and torso gave themselves to her jiggling curves, her entire body contracting into itself until her mammoth breasts were seamlessly attached to the small of her back and the wide curve of her butt. Beneath her, the cleavage of her breasts were pressed up against the cleft of her ass cheeks, her quivering pussy nestled between the four globes.

Cassia broke away, licking the heady, intoxicating blueberry wine from her lips and swallowing it.

“Mmm, you taste delicious. I can tell you’re gonna be a big seller.”

Gwen couldn’t imagine anything more flattering.

Cassia leaned over Gwen’s expanse far enough to give her a final kiss on her plump lips, then rose away, planting a single delicate finger on her forehead and giving her the slightest push. Gwen’s head sank into her cleavage and disappeared, leaving a smooth patch of skin between her boobs and butt. The colossal blue testament to feminine curvature lay silent on the tabletop, a blue-drenched four leaf clover composed from lewd heft.

Gwen was adrift within herself, nothing but wine, flesh and pleasure as she drunkenly redeveloped a hazy awareness of her surroundings. She could feel the cool metal of the table beneath her, the aroused heat of her nether lips, and vaguely make out the figure of Cassia standing before her. The noises of the party felt more acute to her in this state, the sounds of pounding music and voices making her skin quiver with stimulus. She felt like even if she could move, all she would want to do is flop onto something soft and wait for a lover to take her, joy, carefree indulgence and arousal mingling through her form to create a cocktail almost as potent as she was.

She was more than drunk, she was drink itself. A lustful, intoxicant dyonisian ideal. The life of the party in a distilled, spiritual essence. She wanted to be tasted, to be among the crowd, to be groped and fondled, licked and sampled. It burned within her unfocused mind. Electric pleasure crackled across her expanse as Cassia fondly ran a hand over the globe of one of her tits.

“Hey Faye, when you’ve got a minute, could you get some of your girls to help me set this beauty up out front?”

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-The Bar-

Music, people and laughter surrounded Cassia as she poured out drinks to her clientele. The pink mixture she had assembled in a shot glass fizzed and sparked slightly as she placed it on the bar for a paying customer who took it from her with a green, scaley arm. Nearby, someone else leaned forward, basket-ball sized breasts pressing against the counter, halfway through a request only to have her head pop free from her shoulders and faceplant into her own cleavage. The decapitated woman’s hands blindly groped for her own skull as muffled laughter emanated from her buried face. Cassia smirked and let the patron pull herself together, turning to another girl who was attempting to mime out her drink order without the benefit of a mouth. Her skin was a mottled purple, and everything on her face below her eyes shifted into a tangle of thin, writhing tentacles. They wiggled in the air, some reaching out and grasping in front of her as if they wanted something.

Cassia flicked one of her large goat ears out of her mane of hair and tapped it encouragingly, encouraging her to communicate.

The squid-mouthed woman narrowed her large, yellow eyes and pointed behind Cassia at the bloated, blue installation behind the bar, nestled in between shelves of liquors. The entrancing, voluptuous shape was so vivid it had to draw the eye, a lewd tribute to fertility and sexuality enmeshed with the gifts of nature. Someone had lined it’s platform with fresh grapes, still on the vine, to make it look right at home. Kept cool and hydrated, the two colossal blue breasts sparkled with condensation across their fruity skin, facing towards the crowd on full display. The saucer-sized nipples were both affixed with metal taps like those found on the exterior of a wine cask, lightly suctioned in place over each teat. As if sensing a new pair of eyes, the naked fruit quivered in place.

Cassia winked and trotted to the back of the bar, passing her fellow tender on the way. Ariadnne dangled from the ceiling on a string of her own webbing, all eight of her limbs working speedily to make and dispense drinks for the thirsty partygoers. She spun on the silken strand extending from her abdomen to grab a bottle of spirits and noticed Cassia. Despite it’s enthralling effects, there were no transformative effects to the wine that the bloated boob-cask contained, making it the purview of the arachnid bartender and not her licensed co-worker. But Cassia just couldn’t resist tapping her latest acquisition a few more times. Ariadnne rolled all eight of her eyes with a smile and spun back to face the crowd.

Gwen was adrift within herself. She felt massive, sexually ecstatic, weightless and indulgently heavy all at once. Soft and inviting, enthralling and fierce and above all, very very drunk. It was difficult to focus on anything in particular, her mind was so blurry and scattered, but that just gave her greater freedom to ride the ceaseless wave of pleasure that overtook her form. She wanted to writhe and kick her legs, massage whatever part of her huge body she could with her hands and tunelessly sing delightedly. But she lacked the components to do this and that made it all the sexier. She could feel Cassia approaching and her whole body trembled in anticipation.

The satyr reached out and lightly depressed the lever on one of the taps clamped over her nipples. A shudder of divine suction pulled at her hypersensitive teat and deep within her prodigious ass that made up the other half of her body, the smooth vibrator that had been inserted into her yearning vagina buzzed to life.

Even voiceless, motionless and nearly inanimate, the thundering, exponential orgasm that crashed through the wineberry’s body was apparent. The huge, fermented fruit’s mind was freshly ignited and her body quaked with climax. All it took was a nudge to set her off, and this was always a hard, prolonged shove. Cassia’s hand reached up to massage the flesh of the berry’s breast while she remotely ravaged her, encouraging a steady flow of deep indigo blueberry wine to flow into the goblet she was holding beneath the tap. Finally satisfied, the Satyr released the tap and let the vibrator slowly wind down, prolonging it’s stimulation as long as possible and leaving the wine cask to savour and revel in the afterglow until it was time to tap her once again.

The wineberry waited to be savoured by this new customer. She could feel herself disseminating throughout the party, glasses of her juice being sipped and drank, fueling debauchery and wild abandon that she could experience as physical sensation. All she wanted was more. More revelry, more lust and more impulse. And she was happy to provide it.

The heady scent of rich wine and fermented sugars mingled with the tang of antioxidant fruit surrounded Cassia as she trotted back to the bar, handing off the drink to the tentacle-faced girl, pausing a second to give her a straw. She leaned against the bar, noticing three other patrons notice the dark blue beverage and try to wave for her attention. Just as she thought. That girl was going to be a best seller for a very long time.