(featuring characters and story ideas from an anonymous reader)

“I can’t believe you left early,” admonished Zena as she strolled down a carpeted hallway with her sweetie.

“I’m sorry, but it was all getting a bit much.  I just had to get a breath of fresh air,” moaned Kirsty.

“And you abandoned Hayley and Caryn!” continued Zena, glancing at Kirsty to make sure her needling wasn’t too deep.

“Well if someone had warned me what was going to happen last night…” countered Kirsty.

“I wanted it to be a surprise, let that wicked imagination of yours run wild.  We’ll see them again soon enough.  I’m sure they will be glad to be reunited with their clothes and purses.”

Kirsty stopped in alarm in front of the elevators.  “I left the bag back at the apartment!”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure there are plenty of clothes we could borrow.  Failing that, I’m sure you can figure out a way to get them home without any,”  soothed Zena.  She took Kirsty’s hand reassuringly, then tugged her into the elevator as it opened.  They were alone, so the ride was spent deep in a kiss.

Soon they were knocking on the door of one of the hotel’s luxury suites.  It was opened by the dancer that had given Kirsty such a memorable experience the night before, her mammoth breasts barricading the doorway until she stepped back.  They were amazingly firm and spherical, yet still reached nearly to her knees.  They bobbed at the newcomers as if in greeting.

“I see Hayley and Caryn are already here,” said Zena with a grin and a nod to the enormous breasts.  “And the others?”

“Most of your guests have already arrived.”

Zena tugged Kirsty into the suite.  “See, I told you we were running late.”

Instead of the cheaply furnished bedroom that Kirsty had expected to see there was a sumptuous harem scene.  The entire room was draped in silks of all colours, and a table along the side was laden with many kinds of finger food and drinks, overseen by a familiar looking fertility idol.  Where the bed should have been was instead a raised stage complete with two dancing poles.  Scattered across the floor were over a dozen round cushions, most of which were being sat upon by guests who were evidently at work on the food and drink.  Birthday balloons and streamers were tastefully dressing the table and walls, and draped over a canopied chair in the middle of the room.

Zena and Kirsty were spotted as they entered and shouts of welcome resounded through the room.  By the sounds of some they had been drinking a fair amount already.

“Hi everyone. Sorry we are late, someone just did not know what to wear,” apologised Zena with a smile on their behalf as she guided Kirsty to a canopied chair in the middle of the room.

“How can you afford all this?” hissed Kirsty, ogling the expensive silks and drink.

Zena had been staring around the room herself, and shook her head.  “I had no idea they’d put on a show this lavish.  Don’t worry about the money, all that overtime was good for something.”

Zena turned to address the room.  “Okay, it seems most of us are here and the others will just have to be late.  Let’s get this party started!”  Neysa swayed her way up to Kirsty, and placed a full glass of wine in her hand.

“Catch up birthday girl you are already a bottle or two behind!” encouraged Karla, a grin plastered to her face as she listed lopsidedly on her own cushion.

Lifting the glass Kirsty took a mouthful and smiled, it was good to be surrounded by her friends. Sitting down she noticed in front of her was a fan of odd-looking cards in unfamiliar suits.  Before she could contemplate it further, her friends gathered round and started a cheer for her birthday.

Soon everyone was helping themselves to the food and drink, and the murmur of voices and laughter could be heard as gossip was passed between friends who had not seen each other in months.  Soon the lights in the room dimmed, while those over the stage brightened.

A ringing sound could be heard as Zena tapped her glass with a fork.  “Okay everyone, this is Kirsty’s night and we have all pitched in to give her a show.  Let the entertainment begin!”

As soon as she had stopped talking music could be heard and dancers appeared on the stage.  They started a slow and provocative striptease act as layers of scarves and silks were peeled away from sculpted bodies down to just sparkly panties and a single wisp-thin veil tied over their breasts, which did more to emphasize than conceal their bounty.  The majority of Kirsty’s friends were lesbian or bi, but a couple were straight or mostly so and they seemed not to know where to cast their eyes.  Instead they tried not to blush and looked at friends beside them rather than the stage.

As the dance progressed Kirsty noticed as soon as level of her delightful wine was nearing the bottom of her glass, a hand would expertly fill it again.  Her arm was brushed by something, looking across she saw an enormous naked breast resting against her arm, the skin undulating slightly.  Neysa winked at her as she poured.

After she’d finished with Kirsty’s glass, Neysa moved through the room with Kirsty’s two friends threatening to act as giant wrecking balls.  They were constantly on the verge of unbalancing her as she swayed from guest to guest to refill low glasses.  In testament to her skill, not a drop was spilled.

“It’s a shame Hayley and Caryn aren’t here. They would have loved this. Too bad they’re missing out,” murmured Karla as she leered at the dancers on the stage.

“I’m sure they’re amusing themselves somehow,” replied Kirsty distantly as she watched Neysa’s swaying progress.  She had stopped by Sam to fill her glass.  Sam had recently broken up with her boyfriend and it was hoped that being surrounded by her friends will brighten her up.  Sam was staring wide eyed at Neysa’s immense breasts, over the din Kirsty could not hear but Sam seemed to mouth ‘are they real?’  Neysa nodded as Sam reached out to touch them herself.

Sam’s actions drew the attention of others and Neysa soon found herself surrounded by a number of Kirsty’s friends, stroking and playing with her breasts.

“These can’t be real!”  “What are they made of?”  “My god they feel so good to play with.”

Kirsty clenched her fists restraining herself, but soon she knew she would have to go over and join the play.  Her battle was interrupted by another loud chiming of a wineglass being tapped.

“Listen up everyone. Now that we have all got some food and drink down us it is time to learn the rules.  Sam and others, stop molesting our hostess.”  This prompted a few giggles and catcalls from the room, as well as a broad grin from Neysa.

“As we all know, on girls’ night we all dance. No excuses, no ‘I’m too tired’ or ‘I’m too shy’ or ‘I can’t dance to this music’, or ‘my leg is broken’.  However, tonight is slightly different.  We are running a competition.  We will all dance for Kirsty as it is her night.  A pair of us will join the dancers and when they are finished they will be replaced with two others.  Once we’ve all joined in with a dancer, I mean the dancing, Kirsty will judge the winner.  There will be a prize.”

Kirsty scanned the faces around her and noticed most seemed excited with the idea, but a couple were sharing worried looks.  Not all her friends were outgoing and adventurous as Haley and Caryn.

“Okay, before you all launch yourselves onto stage, you all should have been given a card as you arrived.  Please check it now.”  This was followed by murmurs and giggles as the women noticed how oddly the playing cards were decorated.

Zena waited until everyone had their card ready, and the two who’d ‘lost’ their cards had had them replaced.  “Okay now Kirsty, please draw two cards and find out who the first two lucky people will be.”

Startled, Kirsty looked down and once again saw the spread of cards in front of her.  She turned them over, shuffled them carefully, then fanned them out and plucked two cards from the middle.  Turning them over she giggled.  “Four and Seven of Boobs,” called Kirsty.

“That’s me!” shouted out Jasmine.

“And me!” followed Sheri.

The two got up excitedly, with Sheri giving Kirsty a wink.  The diners turned to face the stage as the two friends worked their way among the cushions.  As they passed both gave Neysa’s breasts a generous fondle before skipping to the stage to join the dancers.

“Does everyone know about Haley and Caryn?” Kirsty whispered to Zena.

“Only a few, specifically Jasmine and Sheri,” smirked Zena.  “We didn’t want to spoil the fun for everyone.  Stop talking, you’re missing the show!”  Zena gave her girlfriend a quick kiss, then turned her toward the performance on the stage.

Jasmine and Sheri were doing their best to keep pace with the professional dancers, and Kirsty had to admit they were doing a good job.  They obviously enjoyed the spotlight and attention, and were soon interacting with all the dancers.  After a short while they had gravitated around one of the busty dancers, drawn perhaps by the sharp points of her predatory teeth.  At her invitation, the two friends moved closer yet, brushing their hands over her generous breasts.  A spotlight picked up the trio and the other dancers moved back to give them space.

Jasmine untied the dancer’s final veil and danced over to drape it in Kirsty’s lap.  As Jasmine returned to the stage Kirsty felt her heart quicken, could they be doing what she thought they were about to do?  She glanced at Zena who was smiling and watching the show intently.

On stage Jasmine and Sheri were doing their best to frame the dancer’s boobs, and after a few catcalls from the more excited and tipsy diners both Jasmine and Sheri bent down to nuzzle the breasts.  Kirsty’s breath caught in her throat and her anticipation was rewarded as Jasmine and Sheri’s faces slowly merged into the dancer’s offered boobs.  The room went silent apart from the music as the other dancers gracefully peeled away the clothing of her friends.  Once they were naked they curled themselves up into a foetal position to transform into new boobs for the dancer.  The room remained hushed as the transformation completed.  The dancing continued but now a pair of enormous breasts dominated the stage which none could take their eyes from.

“Okay everyone.  Jasmine and Sheri’s time is up.  Didn’t they do well and how swell they look!” praised Zena, breaking the reverie.  “Who’s next?”  Zena winked at Kirsty then nodded toward the cards.  

With a trembling hand Kirsty drew again.  “Two of kittens and three of robots.”

Everyone was still trying to recover from the erotic spectacle they had just seen, and the new draws kept them unbalanced.  What they had seen seemed impossible, but Zena acted as if nothing untoward had happened, and the dancers were continuing to gyrate without concern, even the one that now had immense breasts suspiciously similar to the ones on Neysa.

Jill and Paula found their cards matched the ones drawn.  Jill stood up with a hungry look in her eyes, but Paula remained seated, hesitating with a worried expression on her face.  Kirsty knew that look, she must have worn it the previous night.

Jill rested a hand on Paula’s shoulder.  “Come on sweetie, it will be fun.  Besides, it’s for Kirsty.  Look at her grin!”

Paula peered over at Kirsty, and whatever she found there was enough to get her up on her feet and following Jill up to the stage.  It took a short while before both Jill and Paula got into the mood of the dance.  A good portion of it seemed to involve playing and fondling with Jasmine and Sheri, much to the delight of their new owner and dancer.  Soon they gravitated to the tallest of the dancers and helped her out of her top.  Kirsty let out a groan of pleasure as she watched the second set of friends begin melting into boobs.  Immediately after the dancers had removed the shoes from the kicking feet, Kirsty turned back to the cards.  She drew again before the wiggling toes had completely vanished.

“Steady on Kirsty.  No need to rush,” chided Zena.

“Three and four of vixens,” called Kirsty.

The next two were Karla and Sam.  Sam was straight and had been looking uncomfortable all night.  Encouragement and being reminded of the ‘rules’ did not move her from her seat by her nearest friends.  A dancer with doe-like ears peeled away from the group on stage and stepped down, moving smoothly to the reluctant woman.  She crouched in front of Sam with a soothing expression, keeping eye contact with Sam to make sure she was alright.

“You don’t have to do this, we won’t change anyone against their will.  But look at your friends, and the fun they’re having.”

Sam’s expression softened, but she still shook her head.  “I’m not like them, tits don’t turn me on.”

The deer-eared dancer grinned and leaned in closer.  “Then think of the sort of looks men might give a breast like that.”

Kirsty smiled, the words echoing her own thoughts.  The squirming breasts did look fetching.  The other girls had stopped taking notice of Sam as the scene played out, cheering on the dancers instead.  Neysa was topping up their glasses and getting rewarded by more adventurous fondling from her increasingly tipsy guests.

Kirsty watched Sam intently as she reached out to tug at the dancer’s remaining veil.  A little assistance from the busty woman sent the fabric fluttering into Sam’s lap, drawing a little squeak of surprise.  She guided Sam’s hand to touch the breast, and murmured something Kirsty couldn’t catch.  Sam leaned in then, to kiss the breast delicately.  She pulled back skittishly, then looked deeply into the dancer’s brown eyes, and nodded.  The dancer beamed as Sam leaned carefully in for another kiss.  This kiss started the change, lips melting softly into the breast Sam had chosen, followed by a tinkle as earrings tumbled away from her vanishing ears.

Sam crawled forward into the breast, and Karla cheered her on.  She helped the dancer free Sam from her confining clothes, then quickly stripped out of her own and set to catching up with her vanishing friend.  Karla practically swam into the offered breast, her eagerness evident in how quickly her body smoothed away.  She soon caught up, and four sets of toes wiggling and vanishing were the last to be seen of Karla and Sam.

The newly endowed dancer struggled her way back to the stage, breasts swaying as she joined the two other massive-chested dancers there.

Unnoticed by the others, the remaining dancer had slipped into the darkness.  Now she returned in what looked like a marvellous cat girl costume, complete with four breasts and a long, swishing tail.

More seats emptied as Vicki and Gail nuzzled up against that furry chest, acquiring their own dusting of sandy fur as they melded away.  Juana and Marie were next, and enthusiastically burrowed under their friends’ rotund forms to gain access to the two remaining breasts.  The catgirl did her best to maintain an impassive expression, but the thrashing of her tail gave her enjoyment away.

Kirsty looked over to Zena, the last remaining guest as all the others were now bobbing up on the stage.  The cat girl was struggling to stand with the four humongous and shifting boobs now adorning her front, and the floor lay littered with discarded shoes, dresses, underwear and jewellery from the emboobulated contestants.

Flutes of champagne had been set before Zena and Kirsty on a low tray, and Zena offered one to her sweetie before picking up her own and raising it in a toast.

“Happy birthday Kirsty,” said Zena before she gave Kirsty a kiss. “From all of us.”

They both drained their champagne then Kirsty bubbled, “Oh it is wonderful, to think that you would all turn yourself into someone’s breasts.  I can’t thank them enough.  It is wonderful.  It’s a real shame not everyone could make it.”

“I bet they wished they were here.  I hoped they would be here for one last surprise.”

This perked Kirsty’s interest as she had gazed back at the dancers who were busy playing with their breasts and mashing them against each other’s.  It should have looked like a clumsy orgy, but they danced and played with the music gracefully.  Neysa had also joined the display, no doubt to Hayley and Caryn’s delight.

“Is this it? Or is there going to be another dancer for us to join with?” joked Kirsty.  “Oh that looks like so much fun.  Shall we join in?  To be mashed between all those breasts?”

“We thought the sight of sixteen person sized breasts would make your day, but you’ll have to settle for a mere dozen,” said Zena with an overdramatic sigh, drawing a giggle from Kirsty.  “Let’s go see what they’re like up close and personal.”

For twenty minutes, Kirsty was in bliss, snuggling up with Zena while they danced among the enormous boobs.  When Zena pulled Kirsty back to her seat she fussed until Zena called out,  “Everyone please gather around.  I have an announcement.”

The dancers descended from the stage giggling and curious.  Neysa organized them in a semicircle around Kirsty and Zena, each enormous squirming breast resting on one of the low cushions they’d used as chairs.

“Okay.  If you please.”  At those words Neysa brought a cushion out from behind her back.  How it had gotten there, Kirsty had no idea, but the glittering jewellery box nestled on it soon had her entire attention.  Taking it from the cushion and beaming a dazzling smile, Zena turned to Kirsty as she opened the box.

“Kirsty, will you marry me?”

Kirsty felt tears welling up in her eyes as she looked down at a ruby studded engagement ring.
“Of course!”

She eagerly allowed the ring to be placed on her finger before embracing Zena in a long kiss.  She heard the cries of delight from the dancers, and was sure out of the corner of her eyes her friends quivered in glee.  Soon they were more than quivering, and faces then entire bodies started to emerge, calling out their congratulations before they were mobile.  Kirsty squeezed Zena even harder as she watched this, attention torn between the ring and fevered re-imaginings of how their friends turning into self-fondling breasts as part of the proposal.

As she continued to squeeze Zena in delight the door of the room opened.

“Sorry guys, sorry we are late. Hope we have not ... missed ... too much … Oh my …”

Kirsty opened her eyes to see the amazonian twins Olga and Daisy standing amazed at the sight of their naked friends half-emerged from breasts and still congratulating the newly engaged couple.  The twins were still dressed in their cheerleader costumes, and while it was hard to see through the clouds of joyful tears in her eyes, Kirsty thought she could make out some movement behind them.

“Oh I doubt it,” replied Zena airily. “My fiancée Kirsty still has her birthday wish.  Plus she has yet to announce the winner.”

“Are we too late?  Did we miss the good stuff?” queried Abby, stepping from behind the twins, scanning the room littered with discarded clothes which all seemed too familiar before her eyes stopped on the dancers and more specifically the women emerging from their oversized breasts.  Some of the women still had a fading sprinkling of fur from their fuzzy dancer.  “Oh... wow.  What?”

“What is it?” asked Carissa, following Abby into the room, stopping just as suddenly and staring.  “What the boob?”

“Welcome back, girls.  Looks like someone had fun,” grinned Zena as naked women tumbled away from the dancers and started to hug her and Kirsty.

“We’re too late,” moaned Carissa.  “I knew we should have listened to Hayley.”

“Perhaps, perhaps not.  The rules of the night is everyone must dance for Kirsty.  All have except you four,” declared Zena.

Grinning, Carissa grabbed Abby’s hand and dragged her up to the stage.  The music grew louder and soon the unencumbered dancers were up there with them.  The other girls cheered them on as they started scrambling to find their clothes and jewelry.

Abby and Carissa were obviously having the time of their lives spinning from dancer to dancer.

“Ah ah!” scolded Zena, grabbing Daisy’s hand as she tried to join the fun.  “Only two guests at a time on the dance floor.”

“Phewy. Your rules stink,” complained Daisy, still watching the show with a grin.


“Watch this, you won’t be disappointed,” said Zena as she and Kirsty pulled Olga and Daisy onto spare cushions.  

Up on stage, Abby and Carissa had been claimed by the pointy-toothed dancer, and their faces were slowly sinking into her breasts.  As they wriggled and squirmed and lost their dresses, Olga and Daisy gasped.  “They’re really getting into it.”

Kirsty giggled.  “Yup.  And it gets better.”  She could never get tired of the show as the dancer was soon again weighed down by the late comers.  Jiggling breasts and arms followed by kicking feet were drawn into expanding fleshy orbs.

“Our turn,” announced Daisy breathlessly as she and Olga joined the dancing.  They delighted at playing with the breasts that used to be their best friends.  As both were over six feet tall and in high heels, it was easy to see their heads above those of the dancers.

“This is the best birthday ever!” sighed Kirsty dreamily.

“Plus I have two tickets for a week-long all expenses paid cruise that starts on Sunday.  I did such a good job on the report the boss rewarded me that as well as the two weeks paid vacation I’d been promised.”  Zena remarked.  “Just another great surprise for us this weekend.”

Kirsty squeezed Zena’s hand in excitement.  “You must have something amazing in mind for the honeymoon if you are spoiling me like this now,” laughed Kirsty.  Zena knew what this meant as Kirsty took her eyes of the display of bouncing boob flesh to look lovingly into Zena’s eyes. Drawing closer for a kiss Kirsty closed her eyes but was cruelly interrupted by a surprised yelp from Zena.  Opening her eyes Kirsty saw Zena being dragged onto the dancing platform by Daisy and Olga.

“Remember your own rules.  Everyone dances for Kirsty!” admonished Daisy as she spun Zena into a twirl.

“I also said only two guests on the dancefloor at a time,” reminded Zena with a giggle.

“We can’t be breaking the rules now then can we?” conceded Daisy.  With a predatory smile she clasped Zena by the shoulders and spun her to face Olga.  Olga pulled down Zena’s top with deliberate leisureliness exposing her natural DDs.  She then moved in to nip a nipple with her teeth.

“Whoa there.  My fiancée is... is watching … and … and I am big enough... already,” panted the ensnared Zena.  Her protestations soon turned to moans of pleasure as Daisy moved around to snuggle up against the other boob.  Once they started to merge into Zena’s chest, both cheerleaders quickly stripped themselves and pulled in their arms and legs to accelerate the change.  Watching their performance Kirsty felt her arousal building as the five foot three Zena was dragged to the floor by her burgeoning assets.

With some difficulty Zena waddled back to sit by Kirsty.  “I’m sorry Kirsty, you aren’t mad are you?”

“Mad?  Oh my god that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!  I have the sexiest fiancée anyone could ask for,” gloated Kirsty as she started to fondle Zena’s dominating boobs.

“Oh good. I was worried you would take offense at someone else sucking my... mmph!”  Zena’s apology was cut off by a deep kiss from Kirsty.

“Olga and Daisy feel great, but I get to enjoy all of you,” observed Kirsty.  “And now there is so much more of you to enjoy … though Olga and Daisy make it harder to kiss you. Maybe if I lie on them?”

“Do I become the winner then for having the biggest boobs?” goaded Zena, angling for another kiss which Kirsty allowed to be caught.

“Mmm, possibly.  Though Sam was the best sport considering she looked like a rabbit trapped in the headlights.  You never told me what the prize was.”

“It’s your birthday, surrounded by magic.  You can think of something.  Besides I needed something to get the girls excited.  Those who did not know what was in store of course.  Do you want to try something even more kinky then turning all your friends into giant boobs?  Olga and Daisy are driving me wild.”

“What do you have in mind?” Kirsty answered, feeling the delightful kisses from Zena travelling down her neck as a hand massaged her own breast.

“This.”

Kirsty gasped as she felt a tongue then a pair of teeth tease her nipple.  It seemed like electric sparks travelled through her body to her toes.  She looked down to see Zena’s nose already melding into her own tit flesh as greater waves of pleasure rolled through her body.  “Ohhhh!  No wonder all the dancers lined up for this,” moaned Kirsty as she felt her breast consume Zena’s head.  The sensations only intensified as her tit engulfed Zena’s shoulders and began to absorb Olga and Daisy too.  It was as if she had three breasts on her left being suckled and fondled at once.  Kirsty was certain that she would faint from the pleasure.

Finally the waves of pleasure calmed.  Kirsty opened her eyes to see a massive expanse of boob bulging from her left side, completely eclipsing the petite normal breast on her right.  It was so large it eclipsed her entire body, rendering her entirely immobile, but she didn’t care.  “Oh God this feels so good.”

All their other guests had gathered round as Kirsty absorbed Zena, and marvelled at her new addition.  “She’s got four nipples!” giggled Hayley as she and Caryn were the first to give this new immensity a fondle.  They weren’t the last.  As the others played with the four nipples, they discovered to much giggling that they could be pushed around, and that when the nipples were pushed together, they merged and grew larger.

“You know, Kirsty’s looking decidedly unbalanced,” said Caryn, waggling her eyebrows and tossing her gathered belongings aside.  “Who’ll join us?”

Kirsty watched, helplessly aroused, as Caryn and Hayley stalked towards her. As they drew closer Caryn surreptitiously clasped the hand of Jasmine, pulling her out from the group.

"Now steady on, I just got out of one of those," protested Jasmine, pulling back from Caryn but not letting go of the hand.

"Oh come on, you know you’ll love it," goaded Caryn, tugging Jasmine forward.

Kirsty whimpered in delight as she felt two eager mouths suckle her flesh before the magic occurred.  Looking down she saw the two bodies of Hayley and Caryn eagerly become nothing but jiggly flesh.  Without the hassle of clothes Hayley soon vanished.  Caryn's absorption was slowed by Jasmine’s hand clutched in her own.  Instead of her feet, the last bit of Caryn to vanish was that clutching hand, pulling Jasmine’s in behind it.

Jasmine struggled briefly against the tug of the growing breast but soon gave it up as futile.  As her arm sank to the elbow she reached out for Sheri, pulling her into a tight clinch with her free arm.  Sheri giggled.  “Me too?”

Jasmine silenced her with a kiss that became much, much more as they sunk out of sight in Kirsty’s ever-expanding breast.

“Oh my God!  What are they...  Gnaaaaaah!”  Kirsty’s body bucked as she felt Jasmine and Sheri enter it.  They weren’t just fondling, but actively making love as they vanished into her breast.  Even after the ripples ended she could feel all of them going at it inside of her, the firm surface of her boobs bulging occasionally as if something tussled within.

The remaining guests walked around her blimp-like breasts to congratulate her once more.  Only Sam had bothered to dress fully, though her roommate Karla was close behind.  “This was an amazing party, and it looks like it’s going to get even crazier.  I...” Sam smiled shyly.  “I had fun.  Thanks.”

Neysa bustled up to her, holding out a card.  “Your prize.”

Sam looked at it curiously, then flipped the card over.  “One wish?”

“Is there anything you’d change about yourself?” asked Neysa.  “It will only last for a week, so have a little fun with it.”

Sam looked up at Neysa wide-eyed, then to the other dancers, then down at her own underendowed chest.

“You want to be sexier?  Attractive to all the guys out there?” asked Karla with a catch to her voice.

“We could do that, sure,” said Neysa.  “I could teach you some dancing basics, and put you up on the stage at the Blue Vixen.”

“I...”  Sam sighed, and shook her head.  “No.  There’s something I want more.  Something I’ve wanted ever since Karla and I first shared a dorm room.”  She turned to face her roommate.  “I love her so, so much...  But only men turn me on, and it just kills me that I can’t feel for her what she feels for me.  Can you fix it?”

Neysa’s gaze turned from Sam to the strange little statuette on the sideboard.  After a moment, she nodded.  “Yes.  But not the way you think.  Karla, what are you willing to do to make Sam’s wish reality?”

Karla put her hands in Sam’s, eyes shining as she stared at her soulmate.  “Anything.  Anything at all.”  She yelped in surprise as her body started to shift and change.  She grew taller, gaining muscles as she lost most of her curves.  The skirt she’d allowed to fall to the floor sparkled and spun about her, becoming a pair of fetching trousers that did little to hide the bulge between her legs, while her cute blouse became a button-down shirt.  “Oh my God,” breathed Karla in a new baritone voice.  “I’m... a man?”

Sam hugged Karla tight.  “Yes!  Yes!  Oh...  Karla, I didn’t think...”  She struggled to get out of the hug.  “Please don’t hate me...”

Karla pulled Sam closer.  “Sssh, it’s OK.  I could never hate you.  For a week, you said?”  At Neysa’s nod she dragged Sam toward the door.  “We’re getting a room.  Now.”

Once they’d left, Neysa clapped her hands to get the attention of the guests.  “I’m afraid the dancers need to get back to their jobs at the Blue Vixen.  You’ve still got the room and everything in it for the rest of the night.”  Over the awws and complaints she raised her voice.  “For those few of you left mobile, I offer choices.  One, go back with the dancers, like your friends here decorating Carmen’s chest.  You’ll be returned to normal when the club closes.”

Jill cheered, and dragged a shyly grinning Paula up to the tall dancer they’d merged with before.  Their clasped hands were the last thing to vanish as her breasts engulfed them once more.  

Neysa clucked as she looked over her dancers.  “There’s no way you guys will be able to dance the rest of the night like that.  But going all the way back to normal would be a shame, hmm?”

The breasts holding Jill, Paula, Abby and Carissa all squirmed vigorously as they began to dwindle.  The dancers grasped their shrinking breasts with sighs of relief as the weight came off.  The shrinking stopped well before it reached anything a normal person might consider reasonable.  The other dancers helped the two squirmy-breasted ones cover their watermelon-sized breasts in silks, then they filed out of the room.

“They’ll certainly get attention like that,” commented Neysa with a grin.

The pointy-toothed dancer was the last out, and turned back in the doorway to give the remaining guests a show.  She fondled her new breasts, and when she tweaked their nipples her breasts bucked and heaved.  “These two are going to have the ride of their life.  When I’m done with ‘em, they’ll forget they were ever human.”

Neysa rolled her eyes then resumed her speech.  “Now the rest of you could just go home...”  The chorus of boos made it clear what everyone thought of that.

“Or you could join the pile.”  Neysa pointed at the enormous pair of breasts in front of Kirsty.  The remaining four guests all gleefully made for the boobs.  Vicki and Gail climbed aboard the left breast, while Juana and Marie took to the right.  Gail giggled about how it was the squishiest bed ever as she started to make out with Vicki.  Both couples were soon in the throes of passion as they started to sink into the billowing flesh.

Kirsty whimpered with pleasure at the churning and squirming within her mountainous breasts.  “They’re still going at it.  All of them!”

Only Neysa was left to see.  “The birthday girl gets a wish too.  What’s yours?”

Kirsty groaned, “I wish I could be with Zena right now!”

Neysa clapped her hands together and grinned as the gem on the statuette’s forehead glowed.  “Granted.”

Kirsty’s eyes flew open as she felt her breasts start to suck at her body.  “What!”  As she sunk, familiar hands caressed her from the inside and pleasure took her objections away.  Anything else she might have said was lost as her body followed the others, vanishing into the enormous orb.  Her head was the last to go, silencing her moans.  The two breasts sloshed and squirmed as their occupants writhed, and slowly settled together into a single enormous ovoid.

Neysa bowed through the doorway, murmured “Enjoy,” and closed it behind her.

All that was left in the room was an enormous breast, ringed by discarded clothing.

The breast’s sloshing slowly diminished and it settled to the floor.  Once it had finally stilled, a glow from the table heralded the transformation of the statuette into the same “maid” that had cleaned up after Kirsty the first time.  She stepped down from the table, and began to gather up the scattered belongings.  Once she was done, she patted the breast and it started to shrink.  From mountain to waterbed to pillow to grapefruit it shrunk.  Then it was scooped up in gentle hands, and contemplated.

“Mmm, you’re lovely like this.  I think I’ll keep you somewhere nice and cozy.”  The hand closed, shrinking the breast even further.  Something sparkly that had been sitting directly under the middle of the breast caught the maid’s eye.  “Oh!  We can’t forget this.”

She picked up a glittering ruby ring, turning it to catch the light.  “Pretty platinum sparklies, you do have good taste.  Letting you get separated would be a crime.”

The squishy sphere in her hand twitched as its single nipple acquired a ruby ring piercing.  It shrunk further, then slipped slipped between a perky pair of breasts and vanished.  The maid picked up the large bag of discarded clothing and headed out the door.   “Don’t worry.  I’ll bring you back... in time.”

Behind her, the veils, stage and poles vanished into mist.