The city was as bustling and busy as one could expect, given its mercantile relevance. A strategic spot where government authorities and corporations clashed, trying to minimize the other’s influence through any means necessary. And in the latter’s case, even going for each other’s throats as they aimed to maximize profits, sabotaging and extorting if push came to shove. It could make things a bit heated sometimes, but that didn’t impede people from making their lives in the metropolis
Crowded streets offered all sorts of commodities, services and goods; from basic utilities and groceries to highly advanced and sophisticated pieces of technology and expensive luxuries, only available to those in the cusp of society, while going through a long and incredibly varied spectrum of everything one could imagine. People also came and went in their daily life routines, and all of it could be… insufferable.
Used to the luxurious and ample private urbanizations and living complexes of the accommodated class, every demand and whim being fulfilled at a moment’s notice, neither Adara nor Clarice could stand the interruptions and delays on their way to the club. Although, anyone else would have said that the traffic was running rather smoothly, as was expected from any moment outside of rush hour.
Not everyone belonged to two of the richest families on the city though, and less were the not-so-desired daughters among the rest of their wealthy brethren; Only thought of by their parents as tools to be used to reap some benefit, be it through arranged marriage or as emergency storages of organs. However, being a bird in a golden cage meant a life of commodity and luxury, and it was a matter of time that two would meet and bond, despite a rather… rocky start.
And it had been those relations that had brought them to this place, far from the luxurious and very enclosed living complexes of their kin. One of their peers, Ella, had found something. She had been rather sparse in details, given that she was still under the influence of something she had consumed.
“It’s nothing harmful, at all. And, like, it’s… it… I can’t describe it. Not without you thinking I have lost it. Just… go, and experience it yourselves.”
So had they done, following directions and instructions, and the two women now stood under an eave, looking at this club. From the outside, it was nothing ordinary, hell, one couldn’t tell it was a club had it not been for the neon sign on the wall. “Liquid and Silk”, it said, the first word an electric blue in colour while the second was a vibrant green, while the one between them was a shade of teal, a mixture of the two.
“…this is it?” Asked one of them.
“Uh-huh.”
“Rather… unimpressive.” She sentenced, annoyance starting to ooze in her voice. “Did we really come all the way for this?”
“Just humour her, otherwise she’ll drone on and on about it.” Said her peer, and she did have a point on that.
“And she can be unbearable…” She conceded, since Ella would go on, and on, and on, until she got what she wanted.
“Uh-huh.” Said Adara. “Should we knock? Or something?”
“It’s a sliding door, idiot.” She remarked, annoyance clear by now.
“Fine then! You go first.” Clarice answered, throwing back the metaphorical ball at her.
“What?”
“You open the door, the sliding door, we get inside, we check the place. Simple enough?” Explained Clarice, mockery clear enough in her voice.
“Feeling funny, aren’t you? Why should I go first?”
“Because according to you I’m idiotic enough not to recognize sliding doors.” Clarice said while giving her the widest of smiles. “Go on, I’m right behind.”
She hated that shit-eating grin of hers, but she had to respect her swift wit. “Ugh…”
Adara could be exasperating when she switched to being a smartass and her annoying tone, but they would get nowhere bickering. They had heeded Ella’s advice, they had made their way, and they were standing before a door that remained closed.
“Good thing no one’s around, because we look and sound utterly moronic.”
Still, she took the initiative, walking to the door and leaving behind the cover of the eave. Clarice came in tow, and the entrance quietly opened the moment the two women approached it, stepping inside. The change was instantly noticeable, as the drab grey and more dull shades of this part of the city gave way to a palette of much darker colours, a nearby door led to the main lounge. The whole place was dimly lit, but that did not mean it was dark or hard to see.
“Hmph! Not as horrid as the outside. At lea-”
“Good evening ladies. How may I help you?”
However, before Adara could elaborate her thoughts aloud further, their attention was solely focused on the one before them, a receptionist that had walked part the thin curtain that covered the entrance to the lounge, and now stood behind a beautifully carved wooden lectern. And there was a good reason for that, as the woman was the embodiment of flora, as if a living piece of the concept of nature itself had managed to make a place in the city, keeping a low profile.
She was quite the looker, and a very rare sight in these parts, the two enthralled by her sight. Her body was of a verdant shade, like the grasslands one would not see in the city, with curves that flowed gently widening at her hips and bust while narrowing at the waist. Her forearms were wooden, like elaborated and dextrous branches of a tree that had come to form hands, while her feet mimicked high-heeled shoes.
Her hair, if it could be called that, was made of large and beautiful flower petals. It was rather short, while part of it remained longer and covered her right eye and part of her face. They were a beautiful white colour, while the tips had small hints of purple. Her amber eyes looked at them with curiosity, never having seen either of them before. She looked like… an embodiment of nature itself, as corny as that sounded, but there was no other way to put it. An image or a projection of beautiful flora, given life and turned into a woman.
She was wearing a single piece dress, as skimpy as it was, leaving little to imagination. A white piece of cloth that matched almost perfectly the shade of her petals and that hugged her alluring curves. Enough to have the two of them enthralled at her sight.
“Welcome to Liquid and Silk. How may I help you?” The woman asked again, clearly amused and endeared at their reaction. “First time here I take it?”
“…yes.” Answered Clarice.
“I see. Do you have an appointment for anything in particular or-”
“Please, we don’t need appointments.” Scoffed Adara, out of her stupor. “Just tell us what you have, and we’ll make the call.”
“I strongly advise against that.” Said the receptionist. “Whoever gave you this direction, did mention any specific details? Anything?”
Clarice did notice her serious tone. The nerve of her, to demand of them, most likely the two most valuable customers this den would see. She kept quiet as she saw Adara’s nostrils flare.
“Hmph.”
“Excuse me? You demand something of us? Do… Do you have any idea who you are talking to?”
“I don’t.” Stated the woman with a serious and measured tone that nonetheless oozed deadpan. There was… something about her that had changed. “Do you have any idea where-”
Before it could escalate further, a voice called for the woman, coming from the inside. She snuck her head around the curtain, and they could see she was talking to someone; The bartender, it seemed. And while she did, Adara turned to Clarice, indignation and disbelief clear in her face. The nerve of the woman, and of the club itself. To even dare doubt them, it was clear that the rabble did not know where its place was.
The woman’s conversation did not take long, although they paid no attention to her until she finished the conversation, returning her attention to them and them only. There was something different, but neither could quite tell what.
“Apologies. No appointment is necessary-”
“That’s what I thought.” Blurted out Clarice in a fit of pride.
“The bar and all other facilities are available. However, I strongly recommend you hear some cautionary advi-”
“No need for that, we are rather well-versed on such things.” Said Adara as they walked by her, neither realizing the rather harsh glare the woman shot them. None of them saw either her lips curl into a small smirk as she returned to her previous duties.
The inside of the club was… rather empty, and very, very different from the outside. Despite a notable lack of windows, the slightly dim lights that worked in tandem with neon were more than enough to see perfectly. Beautiful and comfortable looking leather couches stood around tables with some armchairs keeping them company, separated by thin and slender pillars. One side of the main lounge was completely dominated by the bar counter, having perfectly lined stools next to it.
There was almost complete silence, interrupted only by the music that gently filled the air, the humming of the waitress behind the counter and the only two clients beside them they could see. Well, and the woman that had received them. And each of them were, well… just as unique and alluring, eyes trying to discreetly look at them to make sure they weren’t dreaming.
Where to start? Maybe the waitress behind the counter, a beautiful being with a physique as alluring as her floral colleague. She was like ocean water that had been given life and form, a water nymph from some coastal area that could allure ships to beauty and doom alike. Her watery body reflected a light shade of blue, most likely because of the neon behind the counter, while her skimpy white dress followed the design of the flower woman from before.
Her long hair was tied in a ponytail of sorts behind her head, but her dress seemed… off. It didn’t look like fabric, but rather like salt that had coalesced around her curves. She hummed to the tune of the music, calmly taking care of what little there was to do, but always keeping an eye on them with a visage that mixed seriousness and curiosity. Almost like she was holding back laughter.
And then there were the two women sitting at a table. They were polar opposites that complemented each other. One of them was… a familiar sight. Tall, lean and well-endowed, with a long and beautiful mane. dressed in an expensive looking rich blue dress that only made her curves that more noticeable. The other sported some dirt-coloured pants held in place by a belt, a matching tank top while covering herself with a dark leather jacket. She kept her hair short, combed backwards while two locks invaded her face.
The two glanced at them with curiosity and annoyance, probably due to the scene at the entrance, and neither could help but feel judged. The elegant woman in the dress and the rocker girl looked less like them and more like the staff, the first having a pale blue shade on her skin while her long mane flowed like a waterfall around her. The second one sported a shade of red, eyes glowing like embers and her hair looking like a volcanic rock, something it shared with her hands.
And the two of them had dared to disturb them.
“No wonder Ella told us…” Thought Adara, exchanging a brief look with Clarice. Her peer had the same thought, and she was just as intimidated.
“Ahem. How may I help you ladies?”
The bartender had come to their rescue it seemed, leaning on the counter and looking at them with a playful and warm smile. Better get done with all the charade and get out, and she would tell them exactly how to do so.
“We have come here since one of our… peers recommended the place to us.” Explained Adara.
“Apparently, it’s something special, so far… not impressed. What can make it worth our while?” Added Clarice.
“Hm… did you have anything in particular in mind?”
“We have come here to see what is so unique, it’s your job to make it so.”
The water woman was a professional, managing to hold her façade, but Adara did notice that it was just a front. Clarice was right, but… the woman before her was no regular lady. So maybe they should-
“Understandable,” the water woman said. “As for what we have… well, we have a very special hookah ready.”
“Marvelous. We’ll be using that.” Answered Clarice.
“Up the stairs, second floor, last room to the right.” Said the water woman. “Do you want any explanation or for us to check on you? Just to mak-”
“No need for that.” Stressed Clarice as she guided Adara towards the stairs following the directions. “We are adults after all.”
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The two women disappeared up the stairs, following the directions she had just given them.
“Adults, eh?” Murmured Thasa. “About time you two runts learned a lesson…”
“Um… Thasa?”
“Tell me, Laurelai.”
“Didn’t you send them to…” said the flower woman in a low voice.
“I did.”
“And won’t get you that in trouble?”
“Nah. Perks of owning the place. Besides, we could use more staff to ease the work.” Thasa smiled warmly. “But what about you?”
“Because of the scene from before? Don’t worry.” dismissed Laurelai. “I have dealt with their kind in the past, but thanks for the help.”
“Anytime.”
As Laurelai went to tend to the fire and water couple, Thasa looked at the stairs, lips curling into a sly smile.
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The room was ample enough to fit way more people. Maybe eight or ten, if one was willing to stretch it out, so they were plenty comfortable. Massive cushions and armchairs sat around the hookah, which glistened under the dim lights. A lean and almost delicate thing that combined crystal and matte black colors, while offering each of them a hose with a metallic mouth tip.
The two of them coughed as they inhaled and exhaled, puffs of smoke gently floating in the air. They hadn’t started on the best footing, but Ella was not lying. Whatever was inside, it was strong enough to make them feel light headed, sitting to make sure they were safe. Each puff only accentuated this, and the colorful lights were not helping, creating the illusion of floating.
“C-Clarice?”
Puff.
“…yeah?”
Puff.
“She was right…”
Puff.
“…yeah.”
Puff.
In a way, it was almost liberating. It was just… the two of them. No worries, no etiquette, no procedures, no restrictions. Adara and Clarice, away from everything, in a small room that their usual world didn’t even imagine it existed.
Puff.
Smoke went up in the air, joining the greater cloud above. It floated and swirled, creating all shapes and forms that barely lasted for a moment, before dissipating or turning into a different one… ok, maybe not entirely different. And for Adara it was mesmerizing.
It was simple and harmless, but she wouldn’t have been allowed to even try it in her daily life. And it gave her peace. There was something so very… calming, and soothing on watching the smoke. It swirled and turned, doing so freely and without a care. And she couldn’t have enough of it.
Puff.
It reminded her of the women in the floor below. What had they done to achieve such a look? What procedure had they undergone? There were stories of old that spoke about magics and such in her circle of people… but they were just that, stories, right? There were other races, but… there was an explanation. For this…
Puff.
She watched the smoke float again. It was so free, floating without a care… maybe she could try what she had seen in recordings… She opened her mouth, letting out smoke that floated in a small ring above. She smiled, triumphant and happy. She had to show her, standing up to do so.
“A-aah…”
She fell back into the comfortable armchair again, feeling light headed and a bit dizzy. For some reason she also felt a bit sensitive. But she tried again, managing to sit up and face the other woman. Clarice was as mesmerized by the smoke, the hose mouth between her lips as she inhaled and let out a puff of her own.
“…what?”
“Watch this.”
Adara brought the hose to her lips, inhaling and savoring the feeling before letting it out. As the smoke floated away, this time in a perfect ring, she shuddered in pleasure. It just… felt good, watching the smoke making her fuzzy and warm, her clothes making her a bit uncomfortable. It was only in some places, so nothing to worry about.
“Cool.”
“Wanna try?”
“Sure.”
Clarice brought the hose to her lips, inhaling and keeping it inside. She closed her eyes to fully savor the feeling, before releasing an equally flawless ring of smoke. The two of them watched it, mesmerized, as it floated freely before joining the cloud that was above and was starting to surround them.
“Cool.”
“Yeah.”
“Think we cu-co- could manage something more complicated?”
Puff.
“Dunno… but this feels good. Like, too good.”
“Sh-should we call someone?”
“Nah” dismissed Clarice “just… keep going. It will pass…”
The two of them fell in silence again, only their puffing and breathing interrupting. They hadn’t felt this calm in… like, forever. And it was nice. Just each other, the quiet, the smoke and its patterns… maybe they could come back another day… Clarice yelped loudly, Adara sitting up again to check on her. Her friend was sitting up too…
“Adara, have… have these always been so… big?”
“I… uh…”
She looked down at her own body. They were definitely baggy, and she was sure they didn’t reveal their tits previously. In fact, even the underwear felt way too big… and their bodies much too sensitive. Wherever the fabric touched, it felt… intense. Not bad though, just intense… and she could get used to it…
“Probly- probal- just this thing…” said Adara motioning in circle with her hand, the fabric of the clothing following wildly the motion. She stared at it for a moment, just as Clarice did, before looking at each other.
“Huh.”
The two of them inhaled again. The smoke inside felt wonderful, a ticklish and fuzzy warmth that left a lovely aftertaste when released. Sadly, the smoke cloud was too big, so the rings they let out barely stood a chance before joining the rest of it.
Puff.
They would giggle from time to time, as the smoke would make a funny shape before it disappeared, the two of them mesmerized by the spectacle. The cloud of light grey swirled and turned, floating gently and gracefully around them as if it danced freely and without a care.
Puff.
Each time she felt better and better, letting herself go along with the flow. She slumped into the armchair, reveling into everything that was going through her mind. No worries, just pleasure. The feeling of the fabric of her clothes against her body; the dizziness and light-headedness; the comfortable quiet company they kept each other; the mesmerizingly graceful display of the smoke.
Inhale, savor, exhale. Rinse and repeat; again, and again, and again. Each puff of smoke was accompanied by a gasp of pleasure, as their bodies felt absolutely wonderful. And each new puff they let in and out only made it better.
The spectacle wasn’t restricted to the smoke now, as Adara and Clarice were surrounded by enormous lookalikes of their clothes. Well, it wasn’t just the clothes, but the whole room. They were surrounded by enormous clothes that they would never fill, sitting in gigantic armchairs in a colossal room. The hookah had grown too, the hose mouths being as absurdly sized as everything else. But they would do, as they were still usable. They were calm and happy, with no worries, enjoying everything that surrounded them, from the scenery to the feelings. But the smoke remained, and it felt… no words would do.
If only they could have the same freedom as it… to swirl and turn without care… Too dazed to notice, the two women took in another puff, one last puff of smoke rising from the now empty clothes and joining the cloud above that swirled gracefully and carefree.
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“Have a good one, ladies.”
Both clients waved goodbye, leaving the place once they had reverted back to normal. Something told Thasa that they would be coming back, even though she had told them crystal clear what could happen when one consumed their services too often.
“Something tells me they wouldn’t mind though…”
She smiled at the thought and chuckled to herself, cleaning the table they had used and setting the rag aside for cleaning. They were a lovely couple, nice and well mannered, unlike a certain duo.
“Thasa?”
Laurelai called from the stairs, the flower woman looking at her a bit nervously as she tried to decide whether she returned upstairs or waited for her boss.
“They are done?”
“Yes…”
“But?”
“They are still a bit… gaseous.” Said Laurelai.
“Alright, let’s go then.” Said Thasa. “Follow me.”
Letting her pass, Laurelai followed her boss closely, their footsteps taking them to the door of the room the pair had used. Or rather, were using. She had stepped in, but after a moment she had come out and closed the door behind her. Just to be sure all of them was still inside.
Thasa opened the door, the two of them greeted by a cloud of smoke that swirled gently. Although, the silhouettes of two women could be easily made out, displaying their newfound affection for each other rather… explicitly. It was something she had not imagined, and this had been her home for a while as part of the staff. But she would never quite get used to things, as there always seemed to be a surprise.
The two smoke silhouettes seemed blissfully unaware of their presence, continuing their loving dance as they twirled and spun in the air, occasional puffs of smoke forming when one of them felt too much pleasure. She knew how addicting it could be firsthand…
“What’s this, blushing like a schoolgirl Laurelai?” Teased Thasa.
“N-no…” She stammered, knowing full well she was blushing.
“Your petals have a lovely pink shade.” Winked the water woman. “We may have to find somebody special for you…”
Laurelai looked away, visibly flustered, but did not deny anything.
“And now, as lovely of a sight you two are…” Thasa clapped twice, the cloud of smoke contracting for a moment.
Before their eyes, the smoke came down, sticking to ground level as it transformed. It became gradually denser, more compact and defined. Shapes and forms were easy to make, as the cloud separated in two, continuing to take form. Humanoid shapes took form, with long and slender limbs to fit their physique. The two were down on all fours, two voluptuous bodies forming and becoming solid, as Thasa and Laurelai got perfect views to their bubbly and shapely rears while enormous breasts dangled below each of the forming women.
Their diffuse and blank faces took shape, full lips and beautiful eyes forming as well as small noses. Their blank eyes developed pupils and irises, coming alive and looking at each other in confusion and disbelief. They gasped for breath… only for the two to holler in pleasure before almost collapsing, something avoided due to them being on all fours.
For all intent and purposes, they were identical. Two ashen bombshells with voluptuous figures and long and wavy manes. One of them looked up at the other two women, then back at her current lover, only to receive a loving peck on her lips.
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“Order served.”
“Same here.”
“Well done, ladies.” Smiled Thasa.
It had been some time since their… change, but they had come around nicely. Words of Adara and Clarice themselves, she sometimes added. Gone were the two stuck up heiresses, having turned into pleasant and very good-looking ladies who earned their pay at the club.
For all intents and purposes, they could pass as twins, their transformation having turned them into identical women. Two grey skinned bombshells from head to toe, the two with silvery ashen hair and identical dresses made of hardened smoke; so, they set each other apart with their hairstyles. Adara sported a long and wavy mane that flowed behind her, part of it covering her right eye, while her lover had it tied in a long and flowing ponytail, with the exception of two wavy locks at the sides.
Laurelai joined them at the counter, only for the door to open. New customers, the life and blood of the club.
“I’ll go greet them.”
“Don’t worry Lai.” Said Adara.
“Yeah, we got this.” Finished Clarice.
Both smoke women left the counter to meet the customers, leaving Thasa and Laurelai behind. The water woman looked at her peer, giving her a playful smile and look.
“What?”
“Lai? Since when?”
The woman averted her gaze, her petals taking a light shade of red, but kept quiet. A reaction that earned a playful giggle from her boss, only making her blush that more visible.
“Well, damn. I wouldn’t have guessed that you would have not one but two lovely ladies at your side.” Giggled Thasa. “Now, serious talk, I’m happy for you girls.”
“…thanks.” Murmured Laurelai.
Meanwhile, Adara and Clarice had reached the newest customers of the club, greeting them with warm smiles.
“Welcome to the Liquid and Silk, how may we help you?”