Day 3, the Plot Thickens

The next morning I was woken from a sound sleep by a insistent pounding on my apartment door. It wasn't one of the girls, they all had keys and weren't due back for most of a week anyways. Who the fuck could it be at, I looked over blurrily at my clock, six in the fucking morning? I was way too hung over for this shit.

Still I got up and staggered my way over to the door before my neighbors complained to the super, or called the cops. This was a really nice apartment even if it took four of us living together to afford it and I wasn't going to risk that for whatever this lunatic needed me for at this unholy hour.

I cracked open the door and was stunned to see none other than Candy herself standing there. Something was way off though, her eyes that had been a dark jade green last night were now a light ice blue. The same exact shade in fact that my eyes were. She also looked super pissed.

"What do you want? How did you even find out where I live for that matter?" I leaned against the door in case she tried to barge in, she looked that kind of angry. I also noted there were some people standing behind her but couldn't make out anything past her and the big hoody she was wearing.

"What the fuck did you do to me last night?"

Was she blaming me for her siezure? And what the fuck was up with her eyes? "I don't know what you're talking about. You gave me a dance, had some kind of siezure in the middle of it, then I went home. That's it." Maybe she was mad about not getting paid for the dance? That didn't seem likely though, plus one of the guys would have covered it.

"You don't know anything about this?!" She pointed at one of her eyes. "Or how about this?!" She unzipped her hoody and now I could see she was wearing a really tight t-shirt stretched over a pair of tits that were at least twice the size they had been the night before. Holy fuck!

"I honestly don't have a clue what's going on. You've got to believe me." That seemed to calm her down. She still didn't look happy though.

"Can I come in and talk about it? I've, uh, got some other problems and really need this cleared up."

This was probably a huge mistake and I was about to be murdered by a psychopathic stripper but I was mesmerized by the sight of her shirt trying it's hardest to contain her breasts so I stepped back and opened the door.

She came stomping inside and two more women followed behind her. Both also had oversized hoodies on with the hood pulled down low so I couldn't see much of their features. The hoodies did not however hide the fact both of them also had some pretty big tits, though just how big I couldn't tell. I closed the door and as she turned to face me the other two women kept moving until they were behind her then they faced me as well.

"Okay so what is going on and who are they?"

"Do you mind if they have a seat?" She was rubbing her hands up and down her upper arms while crossed in front of her. She was definitly upset by something.

"Sure." I nodded over at the couch and after she gestured at it they shuffled over and sat down. They'd been earily quiet the whole time.

Candy looked like she was having a hard time deciding what she wanted to tell me. I didn't have a hard time deciding I needed coffee to deal with this shit.

"I'm going to make coffee. You want some?" She nodded. "Great go sit over there." I pointed at our tabe. "And I'll bring it right out." She seemed startled when I said that but moved right over to the table and sat at one of the chairs. Odd girl.

I walked into the kitchen and started putting a couple of cups of coffee together while trying to puzzle out what was going on. She hadn't said anything about if her friends, if they were her friends, wanted coffee as well. Of course I hadn't offered, but this seemed beyond simple politeness. She still hadn't even said how they'd found out where I lived, which was seeming creepier and creepier to me.

Walking back out into the dining area I set as cup down for her then sat in a chair myself. "So decided what you want to tell me yet?"

She nodded while blowing on her coffee to cool it down. "Yeah I think so. I'll tell you what's been happening since my seizure, if that's what it was, and you can tell me what you think afterwards."

"Sounds fair enough." I responded sipping at my drink.

"Now I know this is going to sound strange, but just hear me out. Okay?" I nodded. "After I got back up Angie, the waitress, helped me to the changing room. I was going to get dressed and head over to the ER to get checked out. I don't have any history of sizures you see, and no recent head injuries either.

Only while I'm getting ready one of the other dancers, Kat, comes back to check on me and after she laid her hand on my arm she had one of those seizures too."

What the hell? Infectious seizures? Was I passing some kind of bug around? Shit. "Wait, what about the waitress or the bouncer guy? They touched you too right?"

"Yeah, they did and others at the hospital with no sign of anything wrong. Just Kat. Kat and my girlfriend, but let me get to that." I nodded and she continued after taking a sip of her coffee. "Kat seemed fine after she got up, just like I had, but we decided to both go to the ER together."

"Seems pretty reasonable."

"They looked us over and couldn't find anything wrong. They drew some blood for testing so maybe that'll show something, I don't know. Anyways my girlfriend, she works at the hospital, gave us a lift back to our place. Kat was going to crash on the couch in case she had another sizure, she didn't want to go back to her place alone.

Everything was fine until Vicky gave me a kiss after telling me everything would be okay then she had a damn siezure too." She gulped down more of her drink, trying to calm herself I thought. "We were all going to go back to the hospital in the morning, but when I woke up this morning both of them were standing next to the bed staring at me and all three of us had gone though changes." She gestured to her eyes and breasts.

"They were just staring at you?"

She sighed, then after obviously steeling herself gestured at the women on the couch. They both rose, even though they'd had their backs to us, and shuffled their way over to the table. Well that was creepy as fuck I thought.

"What the hell?!"

"Just wait."

When the other women got to the table they took their hoodies off. One was a brunette I vaguely remembered from the club. I hadn't gotten a dance from her but she'd been around. She was shorter than Candy and way more tanned but they had a similar build. Her shirt was also stretched over breasts larger than I remembered, but her eyes were completely white.

The other woman, who must be Vicky, was nearly as tall as Candy but more slender. She had long blonde hair and very large breasts, though not to the same degree as the dancers. her eyes were a blank white as well.

"They won't, or can't talk. Normally all they do is follow me around and stare but if I want them to do something they will. Victoria is one of the smartest people I know and all she can do now is stare and drool unless I make her do it." Candy was openly crying at this point, obviously on the verge of collapse.

I didn't know any of these women but I couldn't be indifferent to their plight. I got up and rushed to Candy's side giving her a hug, trying to console her. "We'll figure out what's going on, it will be okay. Just calm down and we'll think of something." Again she looked startled but calmed down imediately. Something was going on here...

"I take it Vicky wasn't that busty yesterday?"

"Hardly at all, she grew the most of us. Stranger yet Kat had implants and only gained a little in size but I'd swear they were natural now. Victoria always said she wanted larger breasts, but not like this." Well that was wild, and odd that Candy would volunteer so much, was she trying to distract me from something?

"There has to be some common denominator between the three of you." Then it hit me. No, no fucking way. "Candy do you know if Kat is a lesbian?"

"Yeah I think so, why? You think this is a lesbian only disease?" She scoffed.

Lesbians. Women not interested in men. Is that what I mumbled during that stupid ritual? I couldn't really remember, but this was impossible. magic wasn't real.

"Candy, answer me honestly. Are you doing what I say against your will?"

She looked really scared now, and I could see her trying to struggle not to answer. She must have figured it out when I told her to sit and had been trying to hide it from me since.

"Yes!" she shouted as she lurched up sending her chair flying back. She started to run for the font door while the blank eyed women started moving towards me raising their hands like claws.

"Stop!" I yelled in panic, Candy had to obey me but what about the others?

I needn't have worried, Kat and Vicky froze in place. As did poor Candy who was really crying hard now.

I had two apparently mindless slaves and one pissed off puppet. What the hell was I going to do?