The Party, Part One: Invitations
By Loquacious Jango and Ordos Tsceri
There had been a minimal amount of coverage when a wealthy European Contessa had bought property at the edge of town. The secluded manor had been on the market for what felt like lifetimes and some realtor had obviously been made very happy by it’s purchase. There had been rumors of her origins, and intentions, but little could be verified. She mostly kept to herself, seemingly content to conspire with a choice few friends and contacts from the local tri-state area.
Then there came the buzz. Contessa Mirianna DeFlorenca would be hosting a private party in town, with a closed guest list. A chance to actually gleam the inside of the long sealed away manor? For the community to actually associate with the enigmatic aristocrat? It was all that anyone in society could talk about, and rumours of how to acquire an invitation circulated openly.
But the Contessa was seemingly uninterested in the machinations of “Society”. Access to her sanctum was offered not to the upper crust, but locals. Small business owners, artists and what seemed like an entire bus load of college students were ferried up to the grounds for a night of confidential debauchery.
Most of them even came back.
Now the rumours had grown into a dull roar of information. The partygoers had walked, rode, slithered or been carried home with a host of new additions or subtractions. Altered, diminished or enhanced in some way, the lucky few spoke of taboo delights, indulgences of the flesh and soul, and a steady supply of magical effervescence to fuel the party and warp the guests. Something very special had come to town.
And what’s more, this was just the beginning.
The soft opening had been a success. The main event was almost here.
Mirianna was touring the main hall, a tall, statuesque woman looking over large, unoccupied silver platters and a cavernous, empty punchbowl. Part of her fantasized about the snacks and confectioneries that they would soon hold. Next to her was a shorter, buxom redhead checking off notes on a clipboard as she rattled off the menu for the night. Her impressive figure was heightened by her wardrobe, nothing but a white apron, a chefs hat and sensible shoes.
“I've got a few of my girls roaming the campus, rounding up volunteers” The cheffess explained, keeping step with her hostess. “I guarantee you that we'll have a full spread tonight, even if we have to draw straws among some of the fresh hires....” She giggled at the last part. “Goodness, I can't WAIT for you to see the cupcake bouquet. It'll be the absolute centrepiece of the evening...”
“I have every confidence in you and your staff” Mirianna nodded. “And thank you again for agreeing to take this job. The soft opening we prototyped last month was a sheer delight, but I’m hoping for something truly LAVISH tonight to bring in the crowds, and that’s where your expertise comes in.” The Cosmagic Kitchens themselves had only existed in this area for about a year, but were already gaining a reputation for remarkable sweets, eager ingredients and captivating public demonstrations. “I’m planning to make this a regular event, and I hope to be catered by Cosmagic Kitchens in the future Ms...I'm sorry, what was it again?”
“Faye, ma'am” the bubbly cheffess curtsied “And it's a delight to be providing for your operation. I'm sure your guests will appreciate the care we put into every dish.”
As the hostess marched away, Faye afforded a quick glance at her client's swaying backside. She licked her lips.
“She'd make a delightful Creme Caramel...” the cheffess muttered to herself. Maybe she'd even bring it up next time.
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-The Roommates-
“C'mon man, this is the chance of a lifetime! You’re acting like it’s a one way ticket!” Desmond exclaimed, slapping his friend on the back.
The impact was enough to provoke the smaller man to adjust his glasses. “Oh, I'll bet everybody leaves.” He muttered “Whether or not they do so on their own two feet is quite another matter.”
Desmond and Liam were headed back from the gym when they spotted the flyer posted on a campus bulletin board. It resembled a particularly embellished wedding invitation more than an advert for a party, but amidst the swirling embossment and scribery, the information was made clear.
“The night to change everything” it offered “Be a new person, find a new you.”
And underneath an image of a four-armed, six breasted woman whose lower body tapered into a winding snake tail, a more technical paragraph explained. “20$ cover for initial change. All further tonics, potions and formulae provided at additional cost.”
It was that “Initial change” that had Liam worried. It sounded like he wasn’t getting through the front door without some kind of drastic alteration to his physiology.
Desmond, on the other hand, seemed to be readily anticipating that aspect.
“Yeah…” The larger man was lost in thought. “Just think...more muscle, maybe another set of arms… a few extra inches down south…..maybe more than a few.”
Liam's friend had a bad habit of selective memory and even more selective hearing. Liam’s problems lay more in the social department, an attribute he could confirm from twenty-three or so years of romantic misadventures, and college hadn’t exactly been the wild party-rich odyssey of sexual awakening that he had hoped for.
Liam knew he didn’t exactly have an eye-catching physique, erring towards the tall and skinny side of things, and his own introverted tendencies didn’t exactly help him get dates. But he tried to tell himself that he had been getting better. Just recently, his attempts at socialization had borne strange fruits.
Now and again he had heard of the wild parties that people in that community threw with one another, but had never considered attending or even being invited to one, especially not one on this scale.
“What exactly were you planning to do this friday, aside from crouching over your Playstation?” Desmond accused, breaking Liam’s train of thought. “I call that way riskier”
Liam sighed. This was going to be awkward. It would probably turn out to be some sort of clique thing. The whole party seemed to reek of an exclusionary society having a club meeting. Desmond would probably hook up with someone using his effortless charisma...and then he’d be alone, in a crowded hall, with bad music and over-priced drinks, awkwardly not enjoying himself while everyone around him, naturally, had the time of their lives. High school all over again.
But… if he didn’t go, he’d just never forgive himself. This could be his chance, and he was tired of saying no.
Hell, it was 2019. Who DIDN'T have at least a tail these days?
“Alright, fine” Liam acquiesced. “But YOU'RE paying my cover.”
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-The Investigator-
Gwen Sybil had been watching the comings and goings of the convention hall for the last few hours, parked at an outdoor table of a cafe across the quad. She was on her third coffee and couldn’t stop her foot from nervously tapping the pavement, rattling her table ever so slightly.
She had watched burly movers carrying in tables, sound equipment and large, sealed boxes. She had guessed at the hushed conversations of hooded magic makers and the scantily clad kitchen staff moving to and from the large building.
Of course she had heard of the monthly party that was held there. Everyone in town knew about them, thanks to the salacious ads posted everywhere in the weeks leading up to it. “The night of your life!” they promised “Indulge your fantasies, find your soulmate!”.
Evidently, Gwen’s roommate Hanna had indeed changed her life and found her soulmate, as Gwen hadn’t heard from her in a month. Most of Hanna’s friends had gone to the same party and had either not seen her as she slipped away or were in no state to answer questions. But at least she knew where they all had ended up, after some digging. Hanna had simply dropped out of all public knowledge, and Gwen was here to find out what had happened.
Really, there were other things that she could be doing. Gwen’s unfinished literary finals project still hung over her head like a cloud. But the workload had only been increased with the vanishing of her project partner, and she couldn’t ask for an extension until she had answers.
Gwen wasn’t holding whatever had happened to Hanna against her. It was a free country and if her roommate wanted to turn herself into a sex toy forever, it was her right. But most transformations involved a follow up period where immediate friends and family were informed of what occured and legal matters were settled. For Hanna to simply disappear, Gwen found that highly suspect. And she was gonna get to the bottom of this, even if it meant attending that party herself.
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-Technical Details-
A clanging noise rang out through the expansive ballroom as a scaffolding pole bounced off the hardwood floor.
“Sorry” one of the labourers muttered, scuttling over from the half-assembled DJs nest to grab it.
Mirianna pinched the bridge of her nose. Just a few minor concerns, nothing to worry about. Everything would be splendid tonight. She had insured it.
She felt arms wrap around her shoulders from behind and a soft voice in her ear. “Things are shaping up well. I love what you’re doing with the drapes…”
Mirianna turned her head to look back at her technical planner, Collette. She smiled.
“I decided on a classic look for tonight. Something….Bacchanal. I feel like it will set the tone quite nicely for our new arrivals”
Collette admired the look of the place. Deep, wine coloured hangings decorated the walls, flowing around ionic pillars that supported glass tables soon to be laden with the trappings of a good party. A cluster of dim sconces hung from the ceiling like grapes on a vine, casting mood lights across the the scene. Cushy chairs and daybeds scattered around the room gave way to wide piles of luxurious cushions. The room begged to be drunk in.
“Of course” Collette nodded “I’ll let the DJ know”.
Mirianne swivelled to face her partner. “And do you have our master of ceremonies”
Collette reached down into her deep cleavage, pulling out a small USB drive. “Been keeping her close since she uploaded in from Prague last night.”
The thumb drive was simple smooth black plastic, decorated with the colourful image of a girl in a garish clubbing outfit on one side. The co-ordinator strutted over to the wide mixing board set up between two hefty speaker banks, ensured that everything was plugged in, then slid the small datastick home into a complimenting port.
There was a brief hum of initializing data, then the crackle of life as one of the large LCD screens mounted on the far wall activated, displaying the image of a toned woman in skimpy rave gear, complemented with a short shock of rainbow-coloured hair hidden under her hat. Her image stretched and silently sighed. She seemed to look out of the screen at the room around her, before spotting the hostesses and waving with a big grin. She frowned when she realized no sound was coming from her purple lips.
“Whoop, hold on” a nearby technician remarked, giving a connection box a good thump. The speakers crackled before a booming voice erupted from all of them at once.
“-eck the leads and...oh, that’s better” the woman on the screen finally said, her voice matching the movement of her mouth.
“Good to see you again, Sunny”
“Yo! Miri! Good to see you too!” the woman on the screen laughed “Aw man, wish you were there at Prague, what a sick night!”
Her exclamation was embellished by a fireworks display going off behind her, and the lights in the large ballroom letting off a multicoloured flash.
“Afternoon Sunny. The Contessa says we’re going for a Neo-classical theme tonight” Collette said “Think pillars, drapes, indulgence... maybe a bit of Caligula”
“Kickin’” The digital DJ nodded. She waved one of her hands, appearing on three other screens. A small menu appeared over her left hand, listing off several sliders marked “Hair”, “Skin”, “Eyes” and so on. Sunny began to play with them, replacing her fluorescent pixie cut with a curly flood of glittering blonde hair, and her torn white crop top with a flowing robe and deep neckline. She fiddled around with a few other options, plumping her lips up and increasing her bust by several cup sizes.
“Aight” Sunny smirked, settling down slightly as she adjusted her new endowments within the whipsy toga. “I’m gonna do some level checks on my end. Might get a little loud”
Mirianna nodded and headed for the nearby staircase to check on the second floor. Behind her, a rhythmic cacophony of synth music and electro sounded off behind her as Sunny got to work.
Sunny was one of the first test subjects out of High Energy Transformetrics, a coalition of mages and scientists who were working on a system to digitize people and upload them into electronics. She’d been a music major, and apparently leapt at the chance to get more involved as a DJ. The procedure had turned her into a program specially attuned to interface with just about any audio or visual system, and perfect for managing big venues. Even her appearance was fully customizable, allowing her to personalize her look for any event and venue. She spent her days being downloaded from one end of the country to another, being bought and sold between event coordinators and music festivals eager to sample the way of the future.
Mirianna rubbed her ears at the myriad of beats and disjointed samples that thundered from Sunny’s set up. Maybe it was time to check back with the catering….
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-The Initiated-
“Should I bother with bras?” Jeanette asked no one in particular as she stared at herself in her closet mirror.
She had an interesting relationship with the undergarment. She never used them until two years ago, when she went from Jean to Jeanette. At the time, some of her friends were trying to get a band together, and they decided they needed a front-woman. Jean drew the short straw, but he was able to brow-beat the others into at least springing for some extras, to make the band more memorable. And so he became Jeanette, the buxom blonde bombshell with four cantaloupe sized breasts.
The band broke up a couple months after that, but transformations like hers tended towards the more… permanent.
She noticed a pair of jeans hanging off a shelf from her a disused corner of her closet. She picked them up, only to find out the waist-band was entirely too small; apparently these were from when she was still a guy. She frowned at them, and the rest of the mess by her closet; she really needed to clean up this place.
But it had been a hectic couple of years. Hell, just the last month had been insane.
She’d been getting along really well with her last boyfriend. He’d even kind-of moved in! Which, in part, contributed to her apartment’s clutter. But it’d been fun! And it’d been going along so well! Until three weeks ago, some mutual friends begged them to attend a charity auction, and long story short, he ended up getting himself turned into a dildo. And worst of all, he was priced way past her price range.
So here she was. Single, again, and bored, with all her friends busy or inanimate on a Friday night. But one of them had told her about a party happening today, a special affair where everyone would get a potion at the door. The friend had attended a sort of trial-run affair the organizers had put together last month, and came out gushing about the great time she had, complete with two extra cup sizes. The changes she saw were mostly minor things, like boob-jobs, dick-expansions, and cat ears. Fun things (that would normally be outside her price range), and it engendered a wondrously kinky atmosphere for the night.
It seemed like a good place to get back into her groove. Just as soon as she decided what to wear.
But… if she might come away from the night up a boob-size, then her bras would just get in the way, wouldn’t they? And if things get fun… well, unclasing the two of them would just slow things down. She decided the support wouldn’t be worth it, and selected her best tank-top. Or, rather, her last clean tank-top, but that was close enough. It’d be a little struggle to fit her quartet of tits into it, but once she got the balance right she’d look amazing!
She grinned; this was going to be an awesome night!
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-The Vlogger-
Tonight was going to suck.
Cole knew it with the certainty that had come to underline much of his life of late. He sighed as he prepared himself, trying to cobble together a suitable set of clothes and get his equipment in order.
He’d never been much of a night-club guy. The loud music, the deafening crowds, the over-priced drinks... he’d been to several over the years, especially right after he graduated, and he’d never come away with anything more than a headache. No, Friday nights were for get-togethers with friends, fooling around with his girlfriend, and maybe some online or tabletop tournaments.
But the last year or so had been… well, shit. There was a rather messy break-up with Felicity. Then he lost his job when the office he worked for disintegrated in a nasty scandal, and his mere association with the damned place kept him from finding a replacement. He’d been a casual blogger, but unemployed and with bills to pay, he tried to step up his video-blogging. And, damndest thing, that worked. Kind of. And most of the time, he was glad it did. Mostly.
To the online world, Cole Johansen was the Solemn Nerd, a chronically morose and quiet-suffering gamer who soldiered through things with dry wit, insight, and thoughtful reflections from his personal life.
That last thought almost made him laugh.
“Oh man, we’re out of lotion again, and I am hella sore,” Jason, his roommate, exclaimed from their shared kitchenette.
The money was better than nothing, but he still had to take roommates to hold onto his apartment. They… weren’t the worst people he’d ever lived with. They paid their part of the rent, and only occasionally interrupted his blogging, gaming, or sleeping with arguments and bizarrely loud masturbation.
Three weeks ago, his roommate Jason had started loudly bragging about his new penis. He’d gotten it enlarged by an apprentice sorceress on campus. Now it was fourteen inches long, thick as a sausage, and attached to balls the size of apples.
Cole had been mildly aware of the whole transformation scene. It had never interested him, and some of the changes he’d seen had just been, well, weird or dumb. Jason, for instance, was going to scare away any girl without a vagina the size of a horse’s, to say nothing of how he’d apparently super-charged his own libido. It had been the source of some very loud arguments between Jason and his other roommate about where it was acceptable to jack off and what must be done with the byproducts, and his viewers couldn’t help but hear it. Then came the awkward questions about transformations, Cole’s evident disinterest and exasperation, and then…
And then someone found out there was a special party in his town. Money was a bit tight, so on a whim Cole had made a special drive on his blog; if he received five thousand dollars in pledges that month, he’d attend this stupid party with its mandatory transformative shot, and he’d broadcast from inside the place, talking to some girls. It was the fastest milestone he’d ever reached.
“Just… just don’t rub yourself raw? Or maybe buy some lotion before you spend the night wanking?” Cole offered, settling on a formerly loose buttoned-up red shirt and pair of trousers.
“Dude, I don’t fit in my pants! They won’t let me in the store pantsless! Just pick some up tonight, bro.”
“Didn’t you buy pants online to fit that monster of yours?” Tyler, their other roommate, chimed in.
“Yeah, they’re too messy to use right now. Still gotta replace the whole wardrobe, you know? Doesn’t work great if the only pair that fits is all crusty down one leg.”
Cole squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled deeply as Tyler and Jason began arguing again. At least this damnable party would get him out of the house for the night. Sure, there’d be…. There’d be some type of change, but apparently the people throwing this thing did something like it last month, and those changes seemed to be minor stuff. Losing some weight magically wouldn’t be bad, and at least one person came away rather muscular. Of course, knowing his luck, he’d end up with something stupid like six eyes, ears on the palms of his hands, or a fucking ridiculous cock like Jason.
He sighed as he got ready, smart-phone set up and ready to record with the press of a button. Tonight was going to suck.
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-The Duo-
“Okay, tonight might be interesting,” Noriki conceded.
Stacy, her roommate, made a delighted noise halfway between a cheer and a squeak. She was full of exuberant noises like that, and Noriko vacillated between finding them charming and exceedingly tiring.
Just now, she didn’t need much help feeling tired. She’d graduated two years ago and had been working her ass off as a legal intern ever since. Her college roommate was staying in the city, and since they already knew each other well they elected to share an apartment. Stacy had been bouncing between a handful of largely indistinguishable office jobs since then, and seemed to remain the perennial care-free, adventurous woman she was in college.
Noriko had really hoped real life would mellow Stacy out. It had not. She was still the bottomless well of energy, positivity, and outward exuberance she always was. And it was. Just. exhausting.
“Fine, fine,” Noriko said, collapsing onto their shared couch.
“Oh, you are going to have so much fun! Kelly, from the IOD office, went to their test-run last month! She had so much fun!”
“Is she the one with an udder?” Noriko murmured. The couch was comfy. Crying shame she’d have to get up from it soon to get ready for this damned thing.
“Nah, that’s Tia. And she got that from a smoothie a couple weeks back. Kelly is an Asian woman now. She lost, like, a hundred pounds, and she looks so cute! Kind of like you, only, uhm, a bit curvier.”
“Hmph,” Noriko murmured. Granted… she did have a willowy physique. Or, as one boyfriend said towards the end of a bad break-up, “not enough tits to fill a shot glass.”
“You won’t regret this!” Stacy said, sitting down on the couch next to her. She even sat down bouncing. “It’ll be sooo much fun! Everyone gets some type of change, so everyone will be getting used to something new! It will be so much fun, and it’s a great way to meet people!”
“You already convinced me,” Noriko replied, “I’m going. I just spent the last fourteen hours scrambling to assemble case files for a hearing that’s never going to court. I could use an excuse to drink and not thing about the office.” And maybe grow some boobs. And maybe find a cute guy to take home. Or, hell, maybe even a cute girl. That hadn’t happened since undergrad, but it’d been fun at the time.
“Just… give me a couple minutes here. I think I really need a nap before I get ready.”
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-The Threesome-
Sometimes, you just had to ride a feeling.
It was a Saturday night and Kim had had far too much to drink. She knew that. She was even cognizant enough to recognize that she probably should be winding down for the night, even if it was just 10:00. On her right, Kim wasn’t doing much better. She was laughing to herself and looking around, seemingly eager to drink in the evening with the same fervour that she had knocked back those three polar bear cocktails. Emma was, as usual, the more sensible of the group, maintaining a slightly more steady hold on her sobriety and a slightly less firm hold on her friend’s left shoulder.
“I’m not gonna be a good leaning post” Kimberly warned. “I think I’m swaying like CRAZY!”
“So am I,” Emma retorted “so long’s we sway in different directions, we’ll cancel each-other out.”
Kimberly couldn’t argue with that logic.
“We’re gonna get in T-ROU-BLE” Kimala giggled.
Sometimes things just occurred by happenstance. Kimala had no real burning urge to find her best friends when she had put out a want ad looking to fill two vacancies in an appealing off-campus property, but here she was, side-by-side with her soul mates. They shared everything, and now they had decided to keep encouraging each other’s bad decisions and had ended up helpless to the whims of the universe at a comparatively early hour.
Kimberly eyed up a boy on her left, appreciating his lingering return glance as they passed by him. She had spent ages picking out a top that, she felt, perfectly framed the cleavage that she could offer, and every distracted flutter of concentration from a guy or blushing glance from a girl that she received was a mark of vindication. Kimala, conversely, hadn’t invested too heavily in her upper half for tonight, instead resorting to a short skirt that did an excellent job of showcasing her creamy, toned legs. Even Emma couldn’t resist peeking a look at the wide swath of skin on display, every now and again. It reminded her of that dreamy Spring Break a year ago, which they all swore up and down that they couldn’t remember quite that clearly. That night when they collectively pounced on the cute bartender, took him back to their bungalow and worked him dry. Emma recalled those long legs wrapped around her while she explored Kimberly’s tantalizing southern border, somewhere in the midst of all three of them, their paramour flat on his back and begging for more.
Kimberly eyeballed a passing colleague from her human kinetics class, acknowledging her own attempt at catching attention on this fine night. She remembered her first experience with another girl, an anxious, flushed “Practice session” with Kimala that had gotten out of hand in a hurry. Ask Kimala herself, and she’d either giggle and change the subject, wink conspiratorially or flat out deny whatever had happened. But Kimberly’s memories were oh too clear.
“Hey Kim” Emma noted, planning the next move on their weekend rampage.
“Yes?” Both Kimberly and Kimala answered in unison and sharing a laugh after the fact, like they’d done a thousand times before.
“What was that party we were thinking about this week?” Emma continued, trying to conjure up a hazy recollection of the flyer that they had all huddled around a few days ago. “The one in the annex?”
“The one they’re turning into a garden?” Kimberly responded.
“Nah, the one with that big party” Kimala corrected. “The one with the big cover charge and obligatory transformation.”
“Oooooh” Emma gasped. “That would be awesome!”
“Whadda ya say girls?” Kimberly grinned “Let’s go take a walk on the wild side!”
“Just think of who we’ll meet, and what SHAPE they’ll be in!” Kimala imagined, flat out licking her lips at this point.
“What shape WE’LL be in!” Emma added as the trio course-corrected towards the address on the creased flyer that Kimberly had dug out of her purse.
Kimala laughed, banishing any residual doubts of her looming decision with the reassurance of her friend’s hands in hers and their enthusiasm boosting her own.
Sometimes, you just had to ride the feeling, wherever it took you.
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Faye felt a tap on her shoulder as Mirianna busied herself with the table layout. One of her assistants had attracted the attention of the curvy Cheffess. “Our first, ahem, ‘ingredient’ just arrived.”
Faye clasped her hands together, an almost girlish squeak of delight escaping her smiling lips. “Oh, splendid! Where is she?”
The assistant gestured towards a woman standing near the door. She stood out from the professionals rigging equipment and going about their work with focus and purpose. Amidst all that activity, a woman standing still was conspicuous. Doubly so one looking around with wide eyes and a broad grin. But Faye had seen that expression before. People would come to her shop wearing that look of mixed excitement and awe, and they usually ended up being her favorite customers.
“Oh, hiya!” the woman waved at Faye as she approached her.
“Hello,” she purred in response. “Do you know who I am?”
“Yup!” the woman giggled. She was young, probably a university student. She was a bit shorter than average, and definitely on the rounder side of things, with long mahogany hair hanging loose beneath her shoulders. She really was impressively curvy, striking Faye as something akin to a stout hourglass. “The apron is kind of a give-away. My name is Jess!”
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Faye said, raising her arms to embrace the girl. Jess poured herself into the greeting, returning the hug as she would have embraced a lover, anticipating Faye’s kiss and murmuring delightedly as the chefess tasted her new ingredient.
She was warm, eager, bold and full of body… there was only a small list of items still needed for the festivities, and Faye knew exactly which one would suit Jess best.
“Mmhm… have you done this before?” she teased Jess after she broke the kiss, leading the college student by the hand away from the busy foyer and into the hall’s kitchen.
Jess giggled in response. “Not quite. I was here at the last party you threw. You turned my boyfriend into vermouth. Well, first you turned him into a girl, and then you turned my new girlfriend into vermouth, and then she was mixed into martinis. And she tasted amazing!”
Faye smiled. The test run had been… a bit rushed, all things considered. Problems with supplies and logistics had meant some things had to be handled last-minute, including some of the beverages. She had been able to pass it off as a show, and it certainly went over well, but it was a near-miss thing that might have really hurt the night’s festivities. But that’s what practice runs were for, after all. And learning from that first party meant getting the night’s supplies ready before opening this time.
“Oh, man, that night was so amazing! I got drunk and made out with my roommate and I grew these!” she wiggled, and the impressive orbs filling out her tight-strained tank top swayed pendulously. “And then I heard you were looking around for help catering an even bigger party, well, I just had to get involved!”
The ‘kitchen’ was a glorified common room on the hall’s ground level. It had a stove and a microwave, but more importantly for Faye, it had a lot of counter space. Counter space that was currently occupied by a collection of fun trinkets and tools that would help her finish catering the party.
“So… are you going to make cocktails out of me?”
“Nah,” Faye gestured towards a counter with a metallic, circular pan. “Hop up,” she instructed, running her hand along Jess’ legs as she did so. As the shorter girl hefted herself onto the counter top, she felt something almost ticklish, and when she was sitting on the pan she saw that her shoes had become unlaced… and had found their way into Faye’s hands. She smiled at her subject, dropping her comfortable sneakers into an empty basket on the far side of the counter. Jess was stripping off her top before Faye could say anything else.
“A lot of my job is matching ingredients to orders. You have a perfect bouquet of excitement, of happy lustful outgoing spirit, and a sort of three sheets to the wind uninhibited passion about you. It makes you so absolutely perfect for alcohol that I would try to seduce you on general principle for it even if we weren’t throwing a huge party tonight.”
Jess giggled, but her girlish noise and grin had an undertone of pride about. Just perfect. And she was already slipping out of her jeans, too. There was nothing quite like an eager ingredient. She undid Jess’ bra with a deft and practiced gesture that turned into a caress.
“But you… you’re bold and full-bodied. And we could use some good beer on tap tonight.”
She kissed Jess softly on the lips as she picked up her discarded clothes and deposited them into the basket with her shoes. There’d be more in the donation bin before she was done preparing. But onto more immediate matters, she opened a drawer and picked up a small glass vial filled with tan colored powder.
“Mmmhmm… I’m going to be beer!” Jess said, grinning ear to ear.
Faye returned and kissed her, deeply, fully, her tongue winding in her ingredient’s mouth, helping the spellwork to solidify. It was easier than expected; Jess’ body wanted it. It seemed almost more natural than her current shape. Faye broke the kiss, leaving Jess cooing delightedly with a soft, tingling haze of primed magic. She uncorked her vial and poured the contents over her diminutive acquaintance.
“Eeep!” she squealed, more in delight than surprise. “Oooh… that felt cold!” she said, he smile refusing to leave her lips. “Woah I feel… sort of fizzy?” she laughed, closing her eyes to absorb the sensations of her changing body… while her hands moved about her chest and groin, naked on the pan. Jess laughed, even the sound somewhat bubbly, as Faye hurried around the impromptu staging area. “Ooh… I feel tipsy!” she giggled from the table.
“Well… you are booze, my dear. I believe that rather goes with the territory… ah, here we are!” Faye said, finally opening the cabinet with her prize. She rolled out a large, metallic, cylindrical drum, a keg save for the faint suggestion of feminine curves along its sides. She brought the vessel to the table and fiddled with Jess’ tray, rigging a funnel to connect the bottom of the inclined metal dish with the top of the keg.
“Your new home! Well, for the next couple hours, at least. After that, your new home will be various party goers.”
Jess giggled the flirty laugh of someone who’d had too much to drink. “Ooh… I’m going to be so tasty… People will taste me… and swallow me…”
Faye noticed the changes in her ingredient. Her hair was the first thing to change, white suds bubbling from its ends as the color changed from dark brown to something more golden. The color kept shifting, following along her skin, radiating from her sex and breasts. She was playing with herself, touching her womanhood and running a hand over her left nipple when both extremities slipped into their respective erogenous zones. She gasped as she penetrated her increasingly liquid body, but didn’t slow down in the slightest.
“Mmmhmm… I’ll make them feel like I do. So fun and excited…” she licked her lips, and both her mouth and tongue had taken the color of brilliant amber, the white suds of her hair swishing through her, like the crests of waves as her hands felt through her chest and pelvis. Soon, her arms simply stopped being there, their liquid forms utterly indistinguishable from the brew her torso had become. She began losing definition and flowing in a trickle down her tray, into the keg’s funnel.
The final changes happened swiftly. Once her arms were gone, the rest of her lost definition. Her folded legs melted into golden stream and flowed away, her pelvis and torso following suit. Her hefty breasts all but splashed down into the growing stream of beer her body had become, so much so that Faye was worried she might spill some of herself. But her form held just enough cohesion to stick together, until only her face was left in the fast draining flow of her form.
“Oooh… I’m going to make so many unwise hookups tonight!” she proclaimed, giggling as her face floated on the last mass of her body, draining from the pan until only her scent was left, heady and potent.
Faye smiled at the keg. The enchanted yeast she used and the special keg would help stretch Jess out. Her mass was far larger than the container could possibly hold without enchantment, after all. Jess would definitely last the night, although she doubted there’d be a drop of her left by morning. She patted the metal cylinder, already cool to the touch, and started to walk away. She needed to find someone to hook Jess up to the bar. They had to get that ready and figured out before her next ingredients arrived.
An idea struck, and she spun around. She found a post-it note and scribbled on it, slapping it on the keg: Jess, Amber Lager, Full Bodied and Bold, with Caramel undertones.
The bartender would thank her later. She left the kitchen looking for her next ingredient. There was much still to do, after all.
The sun was low in the sky when the doors to the large hall swung open. Already there was a sizable lineup, stretching along campus and around the block. Excitable would be patrons began to filter in, entranced by the siren song of music, heady aromas and the whispered promise of an evening truly free of inhibition.
The party had begun.