“Can’t believe we lost her.”

“As expected. She’s always like that.”

“Just hope they don’t spend too much.”

“Knowing them, they probably will.”

“Have a litlte bit of faith on them.”

“Dude, everything here’s overpriced. I hate it!”

Carlos hated Vegas.

He was the only one in the group who had repeatedly said that even if there were locals or fellow tourists nearby. His complaints grew longer by the hour and it was only going to get worse. It’s understandable to be pissed when your phone gets stolen in the middle of a bus tour. But being lost from the rest of the group and being hungry really didn’t help things either. 

Malcolm was of no help either having forgotten his phone at the hotel suite. If he had known beforehand, he would’ve been able to partner up with a different person. But now they’re here deep in the Las Vegas Strip and completely lost. Well. Not totally lost. Getting back home to their suite was easy. Meeting up with everyone is another issue of itself. 

“I’m telling you, I’m never going back to Vegas ever again!!” Carlos didn’t much say it but rather roared it, earning an annoyed look from Malcolm and some surprised glances from the others nearby. It was easy to see the source when Carlos towered over everyone at 6’3. Malcolm was the second tallest of the group and he was only 6’0. “Never ever!”

“Yeah you only said that about twenty times. Just chill for a sec,” Malcolm stated simply, making sure that Carlos wasn’t setting himself to be mugged. “You’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

“Why can’t I??? Everyone’s just doing their own thing and now I have no idea what’s even going on-ugh!”

“So fun at parties,” Malcolm muttered, shaking his head.

The guy wasn’t even dressed up for the weather. Might be why he was even angrier than usual. In the scorching heat of Vegas, you shouldn’t really wear a slick jacket even if you’re trying to look cool. Even those denim pants were likely slowing down Carlos. Not to mention he had been complaining nonstop about the shoes he wore being dirtied by some spilled garbage. That one wasn’t entirely blameless considering he was jumpscared by a hobo. Malcolm was sure that by the end of this trip, Carlos would’ve lost all his black hair.

“And with that. I’m going to say that Vegas is the worst ever place to go on vacation.”

“You might change your mind if you both enter here!~” 

The interruption came from a woman that both of them missed.

Nearly jumping, Carlos was once again cussing a storm as he bumped into a garbage can. Maloclm was more of an idle turn and a raised brow. The girl was actually conservatively dressed. More of an official greeter and less the many escorts and showgirls that they saw around (At least Carlos quietened down whenever he saw one). This girl instead was wearing formal pants and a suit with a tie. If that didn’t catch your attention the striking red hair that cascaded over her shoulders would. A definite handsome beauty for sure. Malcolm wondered if she pulled in both guys and girls. 

“Doubt it,” Carlos didn’t appreciate any of the good things listed. Instead already eyeing the establishment with scrutiny. “The hell’s your---- Moonlight River gonna do for me that any other place hasn’t?”

The Moonlight River Hotel wasn’t too bad. But it wasn’t a massive place either. It was just barely bigger than a motel and the grungy alleyways beside it didn’t really look nice. In fact there were some thugs on one corner watching them. A bit hard to see but since Malcolm was observant he managed to spot them. Even the staff seemed cautious of the group there. Still. It made perfect sense for a Hotel with a “Grand Opening” nearby. But you’d have expected more staff over here.

Still, despite the unfavorable environment the redhead smiled and stepped forward. The ID with the name Reina glistened almost as if to catch your attention. 

“Oh we’re so much more than other hotels! This branch hotel might just be opening here but we guarantee the best of the best services!” Reina gestured towards the open entryway where one can see some nice colorful machinery inside. “We have Casinos of varying styles and various reward systems-”

“Addiction fostering”

“-Restaurants with differing chefs-”

“Overpriced.”

“-Wonderful variety of shows from comedians, singers, bands-”

“Nothing worth watching,”

Malcolm tried to give a sympathetic smile to the girl who was looking more annoyed. Yet for some reason the girl didn’t seem deterred. If anything she seemed more eager. Excited. Almost a mischievous glint on her face. Something that Carlos didn’t catch on as he began to yawn.

“--- and of course a Penthouse Suite that we can lend to you for a night with everything you ask for free~!” 

“Is this just an excuse to harvest our organs?”

If Malcolm was Reina he would be tempted to do that. 

But instead Reina simply stared. The idea of appeasing this paranoid and killjoy tourist wasn’t so high on her list anymore. So instead the maid turned towards Malcolm for a change of pace. The young man only smiled.

“Maybe you guys have a phone we can borrow to call our friends.”

“That we do,” Reina nodded and stepped aside. “Just over there by the counter.”

“Thank you,” Malcolm smiled sweetly to her, before glaring at Carlos. “Stick with me and don’t insult anyone else.”

“Ugh.”

And so the two stepped in… 

It was an odd comparison. Carlos was ready for colder weather and was suffering for it. On the other hand Malcolm had a more sporty look, only wearing casual shorts and a T shirt. It’s enough for him to be a bit self conscious as he noticed just how formal this hotel was. It wasn’t his interest to enter and explore hotels in an outfit like this. He would’ve at least dressed for the occasion. Now he can’t help but glance towards his sandals and sling bag. Yet all around them was a fancy hotel that would no doubt fit more for the rich.

The strong smell of a perfume made him unsure if it was from the Staff or just sprayed everywhere. Would be a waste if it was the latter. Malcolm had to cough and wave the aroma away from them, though surprisingly Carlos wasn’t too affected. He had nothing to say at all. Maybe he was having second thoughts of the free night?

“Where’s the phone again?” Speaking of, Mr Annoying tugged at his shoulder.

“At the counter there--- Ah,”

Both came face to face with another well dressed staff member. Though this one had a more worn out and irritated face. He was also busy talking to the other person on the phone, attempting to be gentle as he talked to a customer who was loud enough to hear from it. Inaudible but still. 

“Don’t think we can ask for that phone there right now,” Malcolm muttered, causing Carlos to grumble.

“Then we might as well look around,” 

“Fair enough,”

They were allowed to anyway.

Both of them continued to pace around the hallways, taking in the various paintings and posters here and there. Various advertisements littered the floor and as Reina said, there were a lot of shows. There was a Magician Show happening in the next hour and a famous singer by the title of Falcon was the one next. And some strange performer in a mask…

“Hey look, they’re asking for a magician’s volunteer replacement,” Malcolm nudged Carlos, who only grunted. “Think they’d let me?”

“I’d be a better one. You’re too big.”

“Ehhh?? You’re taller me idiot.”

“You need to get your eyes checked buddy,”

Malcolm turned towards Carlos to call him out, but the click of heels was distracting. Both turned towards the source, and saw only a sharply dressed blonde woman walking by. Much like Reina, she had a similar outfit although in comparison there was a bit of an increase in age and size. In fact the way she looked at them was almost inviting, and she didn’t make it any less obvious with her gait. The two were left just tracking her path until she vanished deeper into the hotel.

“You think when they said we get a free Penthouse Suite and we can get anything, you think the Staff has other types of services?” Carlos’ question made Malcolm roll his eyes.

“Now you’re changing your mind?”

“Maybe a little!”

“Uh huh. They don’t hire escorts here dude.”

“Maybe this place is different! Let me ask!”

The loud clack of heels repeated as Carlos gave chase. For once he actually looked so eager that he was tripping over himself. Malcolm would’ve appreciated it if not for the fact that he was chasing a staff member. Guy was a damn pervert. Still it was annoying to chase him. For a moment it almost looked like he was instantly gonna catch up to the overexcited guy. But suddenly Carlos stopped tripping over and managed to ease his footing. Still they reached the same destination and found the elevators, although not after Malcolm almost knocked Carlos over. The smaller guy letting out an annoyed yelp.

“Oh shit- you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine! But dude! Look at what floor she gets off!”

“You goddamn stalker no I’m not!” Malcolm was tempted. But didn’t. “Get your ass off the floor.”

“Ugh. The one time I’m excited,” But Carlos raised a hand for him to pull. 

It was easy enough to pull him off the floor. Malcolm did always thought he was the stronger of the two. Yet something about it made him pause. Was it the way Malcolm’s hand just enveloped Carlos’? He knew that they both worked out on the gym but was his friend easing up on lifting? He swore they arm wrestled before and it was close to a tie most of the time. So why did Carlos’ hand felt so soft and dainty? 

“Hey can I see your hand-”

“What? Ew no dude I don’t swing that way.”

“Not what I meant but okay!” Malcolm rolled his eyes. Sides. He knew Carlos had a trap folder on his phone. Still he turned back towards the elevator screens and paused. The penthouse suite was the only other place an elevator went to. But unlike his friend he didn’t exactly want to stalk some random staff worker here no matter how pretty she was. “Alright let’s go. The receptionist is probably done-”

“Boop.”

“-And you clicked the penthouse suite.”

“Look. Girl said we can check it out right?”

“Uh huh,” Malcolm’s judgemental stare at Carlos didn’t work at all. “That’s it huh?”

“Nothing else!”

Of course.

But it wasn’t Malcolm’s duty to let Carlos harass some staff worker. So when the elevator door opened he stepped in, but paused. Then a grin as he waved Carlos in.

“Ladies first,”

“Dipshit.”

####

The elevator was just as nice as the other place. Formal and fancy. Intricate patterns on the buttons. Something that Carlos was actually interested in. Tracing his fingers towards each one. Not stepping on them, but the way he did it was almost… as if he was trying to show off something. Or was he subconsciously like that? Maybe he was just sharing his manicured nails? Malcolm bit his lip. 

A feeling of discomfort. There was something wrong and he can’t really describe it. 

Looking at Carlos didn’t reveal anything. His friend still remained like that, mumbling and complaining about his footwear. But whose fault was it that he wore high heels? They framed his soft and beautiful feet well. His friends joked that he could make an Onlyfans account and sell his feet pics there. Hilarious. Till he starts walking around and bitching about his feet being too fragile and delicate.

“Hey you didn’t forget anything did you?” Malcolm hesitantly asked, to which Carlos gave his signature stare of ‘what are you talking about’? “I mean I know you don’t have a phone. But you think we uh… forgot anything? Like a door key? Wallet?”

“Nah I got mine right here,” 

Carlos patted his side and Malcolm did a double take. It was a purse. The sound of jingling gold filling the elevator for a moment. How the--- when the hell did he-- Malcolm grabbed his hand, a surprised gasp escaping his friend’s lips.

“Dude!” And tugged at the purse. At the gear that wasn’t supposed to be there. “This thing-”

“Yes??? My purse? What the hell are you on about?” Carlos continued, looking both confused and offended. 

“I told you not to bring anything that makes you look rich and an easy target!”

“Oh come on!” Carlos pulled it away, glaring. “I can handle myself just fine! I know this place like the back of my hand!”

“Uh huh. And you think you can handle someone trying to grab it with those skinny noodle arms?”

“The term is slim dipshit!! I don’t need gorilla arms like you going like this!”

Carlos lifted his arms as if flexing and let out his best impression of a bodybuilder. It was a bad impression. But it did reveal just how slim his arms were. Really. It was amazing that he even won a few arm wrestling contests with him in the past. It didn’t make sense and it was impossible. Malcolm glanced back towards his own arms. It wasn’t as if he was buff as Arnold or something like that. But he did have something to show if the ladies ever asked. Carlos used to have that too! Except he lost all that tanned muscles for whatever he was doing now. Carlos was a weirdo with weird stuff.

It… it made sense. Carlos just slipped up and stopped working out. That’s all there was. Wait… 

“Hey uh… Carlos-”

“Got another annoying question?”

“You said you know this place like the back of your hand right?”

“Yeah. Been here for so long! Like 2 years!”

“Okay. But that doesn’t make sense. Isn’t it your first time arriving here in Vegas?”

“Uh….. I… I guess… that’s true?”

“So how would you know this place for like 2 years?”

This time the way Carlos stared didn’t bring annoyance or apathy to Malcolm. His eyes widened, almost doe like as he tried to register what he had just said. His mouth gasped as he covered them with both hands. When Carlos pulled away, it revealed a pinker sight. Succulent lips that quivered as he took a breath. Carlos pressed himself away from Malcolm against the elevator door as he gazed down at his body. 

“I… don’t know?” Carlos uttered, grabbing at his clothes. It was familiar. It was the same. Yet alien. 

The way his blue dress draped over his slim body was the same as it usually would. His bare shoulders were exposed allowing for easier access to when someone would want to kiss close to his neck but not quite. Yet as he clutched his shoulders it felt like for the first time they were fully exposed. His breathing was hitched, almost taking a higher pitch each time. Eyes frantically glanced around before focusing on Malcolm who took in everything.

“Carlos--- is everything okay?” That was the best question he could ask? Really?  Malcolm instead reached out for Carlos’ hand and gently held it. “Deep breathes. Deep breaths.”

Thankfully his breathing finally began to calm down.

With each breath the sweat on Carlos’ face began to disappear. Relief began to cross both of their faces. Carlos’ distress was still there but at least they calmed down and can now deal with the situation on hand.

Although, Malcolm found it difficult to look away. With how he towered over Carlos, it was a bit difficult to look at him without looking at his bosom. The way his breasts softly moved at every breath. The blue dress wrapped around them lovingly but still with enough cleavage to let anyone see. If anything, them looking sweaty right now made them more inviting. It was so inviting and he had to focus and glance away to distract himself. The moment he did so was the moment it felt so off again.

“Carlos did you always had breasts?”

“N-no I did not!” A breathy and sexy as fuck voice answered him. Yeah. That was normal. Carlos always sounded too hot. That’s why people stomached him and hung out with him after all. But that wasn’t the issue. He never had breasts like this before. Malcolm was sure of it now too. Glancing at his friend’s face showed that same frantic expression as before but at least he wasn’t panicking heavily. “Malcolm, I never had these ever.”

Carlos looked almost proud to say that.

Good. They were on the same page. 

“Yeah that’s right!”

“Yeah! I was a g-”

“You didn’t have them that big!”

“What- n-”

“You had B cups at most!”

Malcolm’s own proud smile began to falter. It felt as if he had just said something very wrong. Something that made him sick to the pits of his stomach. Even Carlos’ face was one that showed horror and dread. Almost as if he had been betrayed. To the point that Malcolm couldn’t help but…

“I…I’m sorry?”

“No you’re right!” Carlos continued, yet looking horrified. Even as he began to excitedly speak. “I had B cups BEFORE. But now I had a ---” Why did it look like Carlos was trying to silence himself? His hands was at his throat as if he was trying to stop talking. It only made the fancy jewelry on his wrists more obvious. The fancy rings. The fancy trinkets. Each one jingling as his hands shook. The noise piercing through the elevator music’s casual hum. Till at last Carlos removed his hands from his neck. “-a growth spurt! That’s why they’re so big!”

“Yeah!” Those words weren’t meant to escape his mouth. “They’re not implants though. They’re all natural!”

Malcolm was sure of it now. He clamped his mouth shut and stared at Carlos.

The frantic friend of his also stared back, mouth clamped. 

He honestly looked cute like this.

But he knew it was wrong. The way his dress hugged every curve of his body. The way his breasts dropped down due to the lack of a bra. It wasn’t hard to see either. If anything his dress was skimpier than before. Revealing the side of his boobs and if you were to peek closely you’d also see from behind the soft curvature of her underboob. Her every breathe threatened to ruin the dress and reveal it all. 

His hips had become so full. With their full focus and silence they were able to watch in real time as each floor of the elevator ascended, mass added to those hips. The denim pants had long since blended in with the blue dress and split up more and more. What was now an annoying and conservative gear that made him sweat was now a full blue split of a dress. A complete opposite with how it could reveal everything with the sway of his legs. Each hip was just barely as wide as his waist. 

Even from this angle Malcolm knows what laid behind. But the reflection of the elevator door helped further. There from the view was a delightful crack that revealed his ass. No man had such a rotund derriere like that. None of them had ever had such a delightful and squeezable ass that threatened to push aside the silly excuse of a dress. The light blue fabric shifted slightly at the sudden jolts that the elevator would face, and each time Malcolm realized that much like his friend’s voluptuous bosom, the ass would ripple and jiggle. Undergarments were a nonexistence. 

Did Carlos ever wear one whenever he pleased clients that desired his voluptuous motherly body?

Malcolm couldn’t even tell.

But at the very least.

He knew this was wrong.

Right now, the only thing that remained the same was Carlos’ pitch black hair. Not as short as before but still enough to have traces of his friend’s spiky past. They were at a silent agreement though. Now that they were aware they had to leave. This hotel was the one place that did this to Carlos. And the sooner they got out the better.

So with the ding of an elevator, both of them rushed to get out-

And came face to face with a smiling blonde woman. The same one from before that they originally followed.

“Hello there dear clients,” 

“Ah!! You-”

“Get out of-”

They paused, as the woman raised a finger to make a hushed gesture. 

“As the owner of this establishment I must remind you. We shouldn’t bother our guests by being too loud,” She stated, her voice soothing and calming. It didn’t cease their desire to leave. Both were ready to turn and bolt but the staff member grabbed their hands. “But you both can be as loud as you want in your room~”

It was two card keys that were handed to their palms.

Perhaps if they didn’t stay confused they might’ve able to slip away. But Maloclm and Carlos both found themselves glancing at the woman’s eyes. Her hypnotic gaze that bore straight into them.

“I’m eager to here more about your choice to expand your business here, CEO Malcolm. Miss Ako--- no. Miss Carly here is a very hard worker. And I’m sure both of you would have an amazing time.”

From the corner of Malcolm’s eye he could see Carlos Carly stifle a gasp. That was as much as he could see as he kept looking at the woman that caught them. He didn’t notice how Carly’s hair had become fully blue and stylized in a different manner. Helped by it was Luna’s hand as she gently brushed Carly, and each time she did so the horrified look on Carly’s face lessened and lessened. Almost as if she was brushing aside all her memories, defiance, and worries away. By the time she was done, Carly had a much prettier and azure like hairstyle.

Malcolm always did like that in his ladies.

Luna’s gentle squeeze felt strong. Stronger than his own grip. And each time he did so it made him wince. It wasn’t from the headache he had. That would be silly. He wouldn’t be having a headache as memories of being a businessman who worked his way to the top entered his mind. He wasn’t just some guy. He had reached his position through hard work and clawed his way to the top. In fact it was the perfect time as the boss of the company he worked for, Aqua Corp, had just lost his life to a helicopter accident. The moment Luna’s hand left his, he felt calmer. More settled.

Yeah.

Glancing back at his friend--- ly companion.

There was nothing else.

“Thank you Miss Rivera,” Malcolm smiled warmly, wiping his temples. Why was he so sweaty?

“I’m sure we’ll be working more in the future.”

“Oh please. Call me Luna,” 

Luna smiled and stepped aside to let them through. The two’s gaze lingered for a moment at the elevator as it began to close… And the moment it did, an indescribable feeling of discomfort happened one more time… before it vanished. It will never happen again.

With that, the two began to continue. With Carly wrapping her arms around Malcolm’s arm. Cooing as the shorter lady gazed up at him with a loving gaze. Flushed yet excited. Aroused yet innocent. The door to their penthouse suite opened and so they entered. Luna remained there calmly waiting, until the minute she heard the loud noises. 

“I think it’s safe to say…” Luna nodded proudly. “That they’ll be enjoying Vegas more now.”