(featuring characters and story ideas from an anonymous reader)

Kirsty walked into the club with some trepidation.  She had neither had the need nor desire to enter such a place and only the encouragement of her friends made her even think about it.  They followed close behind her, as if ensuring she did not back out at the last moment. They had promised Kirsty’s girlfriend Zena she would have a good time on her birthday.  Zena was stuck at home writing up a business case that was critical for her work and had to be delivered first thing the next day.

Kirsty slowed her walk as they passed under a painted depiction of a woman in blue fur with fox-like ears and tail.  The sign declared the club the Blue Vixen, and she shook her head at it but was hiding a grin nonetheless.  As they made their way down the corridor into the club proper, Kirsty was surprised to see that it wasn’t anything like as seedy or creepy as she had imagined.  The decor was that of a classy bar, brass and oak.  It even smelt better than her usual bar.  The stage was currently empty, though brightly lit with all that implied.

“No backing out now,” smiled Hayley.  Hayley had been a friend of Kirsty and Zena for over five years now and if Zena had not made a move Kirsty was sure Hayley would have.  She was wearing a strapless green dress that set off her dusky skin perfectly.  Behind her, with an almost predatory smile was Caryn, her tight small strapless black dress matching her raven hair which spilled past her shoulders.  She had chosen dark mascara and lipstick to also play against her light Asian complexion. Their footsteps had moved into synch and the sound of their stiletto heels on the hard floor sounded like the bells of fate to Kirsty, as if tonight would change her life forever.

“You do realise me and Zana are serious about our relationship.  Does she even know where you are taking me?” hissed Kirsty through the side of her mouth.

“Oh she knows, in fact she helped us plan the night,” chuckled Caryn.

Kirsty’s friends guided her to the bar, and passed a slip of paper to the bartender.  “Ah, the pre-booked party for room three?  We’ll fit you in soon.”  He handed the slip off to one of the waitresses, who headed out with a full tray as well.  “Something to drink while you wait?”

Hayley paid for the first round of champagne.  With anticipatory smiles Hayley and Caryn raised their glasses.  They urged Kirsty to raise hers before making a toast to the night, then drunk deeply.  Kirsty tried to find out more about what her friends had in store, but she had to settle for excited giggles and thoughts about what she and Zena were planning in the near future.  She expertly sidestepped any thoughts on weddings or engagement proposals, as she’d gotten her hopes up before only to have them dashed on Zena’s dedication to her career.

The music rose and the stage lights brightened.  A woman with improbably large breasts took to the stage in what Kirsty assumed was a cleverly padded three-cup bra.  It wasn’t until her bra came off that Kirsty realized that the third breast wasn’t fancy costuming.  “She actually has three boobs!  And I swear that waitress in the vixen costume just flicked her tail around a guy’s waist,” she hissed to Hayley.  “What kind of place is this, anyway?”

Hayley grinned.  “The best kind.  It’s magic.”

Kirsty snorted.  “Fine.  Don’t answer.”  But when the next dancer to the stage had eight white spider-like legs but was otherwise the spitting image of Marilyn Monroe, she began to wonder if Hayley was actually telling the truth.

Before long, a chesty women with middle eastern look to her skin and dress style approached them.  She had the biggest breasts Kirsty had ever seen, each was nearly the size of her head.

“You’re the Falcon party?  We’re ready for you now.”

She gave Kirsty a knowing look. Kirsty almost had to physically turn her eyes from the burgeoning bosom in front of her.  As the dancer walked ahead of them the flesh moved and bobbed in the most mesmerising way.  After a quick look over her shoulder to make sure she was followed their hostess sashayed through the crowd and on into a short corridor.

“Would someone tell me what is going on? What are we doing here? What party?” sputtered Kirsty trying to get a grip of herself.

“Oh, we are under orders from Zena to get you warmed up for the main event tomorrow night. Now move along, we are falling behind. Trust me, relax and enjoy this.”  Hayley moved up alongside Kirsty and Caryn shepherded her along from behind.

Behind an unassuming door was a smallish room dominated by a plush chair and loveseat.  Kirsty was guided to the seat.  Hayley and Caryn giggled on the other, pointing out some of the tackier bits of decor, especially an overly endowed fertility statuette perched incongruously on one of the end tables.

“My name is Neysa, and I’ll be your host tonight,” said the middle-eastern woman as she picked up a tray from a side table and offered each of the girls another flute of champagne.  Her graceful movements showed off long experience with her substantial endowment, and while her breasts appeared to imperil the glasses with every step she took, each of them received their drink without incident.

Kirsty found herself fascinated watching the bulging flesh.  She had always loved breasts, it was something which attracted her to Zena, as well as her bubbly personality.

“God, what have you girls go me into?” accused Kirsty, feeling self-aware and out of her comfort zone.

“Us?  Who’s doing all the leering here?” teased Caryn.  “Zena knows what you enjoy.  And we intend to give it to you in spades.”

Music began to play, and Neysa’s easy sashay became a swaying, energetic dance that set both her belly and breasts in motion.  Kirsty was hypnotised, unable to take her eyes of the swirling colours of scarves and veils, and especially the oversize boobs.  As scarves slowly drifted to the floor Caryn or Hayley would whistle or call out.  Finally, only a single scarf remained between Kirsty and the breasts her eyes had tracked incessantly.  Neysa spun and twirled, and the final scarf draped itself over Kirsty’s lap.

To Kirsty’s surprise, Neysa took Hayley and Caryn’s hands, drawing them up and into her dance.  Neysa guided the eager girls into a slower version of her twirling dance, then pulled them against her burgeoning breasts.  Watching the offered breasts Kirsty missed the knowing look between Hayley and Caryn.  Both nuzzled in eagerly at the invitation, suckling on the enormous nipples.  Kirsty licked her lips in anticipation as the scene was highlighted by the light of the full moon streaming through the window.

Kirsty became aware of her hand reaching under her panties as she watched her friends continue to nuzzle Neysa’s breasts, but her eyes shot open wide as she saw something she could barely believe.  Hayley’s and Caryn’s lips were no longer visible, somehow they had melded with Neysa’s own flesh and as they pulled back their heads they pulled Neysa’s flesh with them.  Each time they snuggled into the flesh of the growing boob more of their faces became smothered as they were becoming absorbed into Neysa.  Hayley’s and Caryn’s hands feverishly clutched at their own breasts and under their dresses in obvious sexual delight.

Soon their heads had disappeared and the boob flesh was brushing their shoulders.  The changes hesitated, and Kirsty took her first breath since they’d started.  She looked up and her gaze was captured by Neysa’s riveting eyes.  The dancer licked her lips and slowly reached over the backs of Hayley and Caryn, pulling down the zips of their dresses.  Keeping eye contact she pulled Hayley and Caryn back into her dance.  As she swayed the dresses on Kirsty’s friends became loose and slipped down their bodies to pool at their feet, exposing their lack of bras or panties.  They continued to caress themselves in bliss.

Kirsty could feel her heart hammering in her chest but sat transfixed at the show in front of her.  As the dance continued Hayley’s and Caryn’s arms slowly melted away, merging into their torsos.  Soon only wriggling lumps showed where hands still played with their bodies.  Their legs and feet moved as they tried to keep pace with Neysa’s dancing but occasionally kicked as if overtaken by powerful orgasms, and their torsos began to soften and plump.

Neysa leaned back to balance herself as first Caryn, then Hayley lifted their legs, curling them into a foetal position.  Their legs pressed into the sides of their softening, squirming bodies. Soon the skin of the girls’ thighs could be seen melding to the sides of their bodies before slowly sinking below the surface.

Ponderously, Neysa resumed her dance with Hayley and Caryn attached to her chest.  Their now almost spherical bodies were only distinguishable by their kicking feet.  Their skin tone faded slightly and melded to match the dancer’s.

Neysa danced for another minute before slowing and approaching Kirsty.  She knelt before the wide-eyed woman, placing Hayley and Caryn on the ground and gesturing with her hands around her ridiculously enormous breasts.  “I need some help here, I can’t reach.”

It took a few moments before Kirsty realised she was supposed to help with the kicking feet.  Looking down she noticed the skin pressing against the straps of their shoes.  With trembling hands she reached down and undid the buckles.  Hayley’s and Caryn’s kicking increased and soon cast the high heels off.  Kirsty stared in fascination as right before her eyes the feet were inextricably drawn into the balls of flesh.

Neysa returned to her dance.  The shimmying breast-flesh soon closed around wiggling toes, leaving no sign of the women that had been absorbed.  Kirsty could not believe he eyes, her heart thumped and it seemed as if she had been kept at the edge of an orgasm for hours as she watched the dancer continue with boobs each bigger than her torso, still squirming as if something was moving within.  Her friends had been turned into giant boobs and she was completely turned on.  She should be scared but this had been one of the most exciting times of her life.

Then the music faded, and a red light began to glow above the door.

Neysa put a finger under Kirsty’s chin and closed her gaping mouth.  “Show’s over,” she said with an understanding smile.  “I’m all danced out with these behemoths.”  She bowed low before Kirsty, resting her obscenely huge breasts on the floor and gave them a quick fondle.  Their quivering masses eclipsed her entire body.  Then she rose and walked slowly towards the door.  She had to squeeze each boob separately past the doorframe, each impossibly spherical breast bucking and squirming as it was squashed.  Once she was past the door she continued on down the corridor, breasts brushing against both walls.

Kirsty sat rooted to the spot, barely comprehending what had just happened.

“Here,” came a voice from behind her, startling her out of her reverie.  A maid she hadn’t noticed entering the room was holding out a bag full of her friends’ clothes.  “I’ve got to tidy up for the next booking.”

“What?”  Kirsty stared down at the clothes in the bag she’d been handed, then back at Neysa’s retreating backside.

“Wait!” gasped Kirsty as reality caught up with her.  She ran down the corridor as quickly as her high heels would allow her, catching up to Neysa just before she opened a door marked ‘Private’.

“Please wait.  My friends.  What about my friends?”

“You friends are fine.  In fact I believe they are fully enjoying themselves.”  Neysa patted her breasts, and they squirmed.

“But are they boobs forever? They have jobs and friends!  Like me!”

“Oh, they can be returned to normal easily enough.”  A smile teased at Neysa’s lips.  “Perhaps in a week?  I’ll need them for tomorrow’s party, after all.”

Neysa chuckled at the unaware look on Kirsty’s face.

“You don’t know?  They didn’t tell you?  Oh, that’ll make tomorrow even more fun!”  Neysa opened the door, and wiggled her enormous breasts through it.  “Now you must excuse me, I have much to do.”

The door closed on the dancer, and on Kirsty’s friends.  Clutching the bag full of their now apparently useless clothes, she had only one thought on her mind – speak to Zena.  As she stumbled her way to the Blue Vixen’s entrance, she imagined their new existence.  Her mind’s eye painted a picture of them up on stage being gyrated for the titillation of the cheering crowd, with none aware that trapped inside those luscious orbs were two crazy and probably still aroused women.

Kirsty tried to ignore how wet those thoughts were making her as she opened the door.  The chill of the late night air wasn’t the only thing raising goosebumps.  If that was the warmup, what would the party be like?