One Last Party

When Molly wasn't being entertained, she was entertaining herself. Which usually meant kicking her ball against the wall of the lodge. The employees hated this, but Molly had two things that gave her an advantage. The first is that she was faster than anyone trying to catch her. The second was that her dad was rich.

However when a handsome looking man, came outside, and started walking her way, he wasn't wearing a uniform. He wore an expensive looking suit, and Molly suddenly looked around to see if there where other people around.

There were not.

It was just the two of them. He was a handsome guy, painfully handsome, and apparently had good taste in suits. But there was something about him that was sinister. Like a stink.

"Molly right?" She got chills, the guy already knew her name?"

"I've got to go." She dropped her ball, and started walking in the opposite direction, but when she was fully turned... he was right in front of her. She had to stop mid stride to keep from running into him. "Woah, how did you...? I'll scream!"

"Why?" The man seemed so genuinely confused by that, it actually caught Molly off guard. It was that moment of hesitation that let her really notice the man.

"Hey, you're the guy!"

"Sometimes." He grinned. "What guy are you talking about?"

"The guy in the game Erica's in. You're the guy."

"Oh yes, that's me."

Thanks to Olympias attacking Erica in the lobby, Molly was now in on the fact that this game was a little grosser than The Bachalor. "Why does Erica call you daddy?"

"I dunno." he shrugged, and picked up her ball. "I think it's her way of dealing with trauma. She's transferring her repressed sexual feelings onto me. All teenage girls want to fuck their dads, that's just the law of the jungle." Her held her by the chin. "You know that."

"Ugh!" She retched away from him. "I don't want to fuck my dad, that's gross." She tried to walk away, but he was in front of her again. Every direction seemed to lead to this guy, like he was the center of the universe, and she was getting sucked in.

"Of course not, not consciously. You're too busy thinking about scissoring Erica to focus on your dad."

"What are you?"

She was cut off, he rand his hand over her scalp like he was petting her. "But on the backburner that monkey brain of yours just can't get your mind off his cock. You know you were born to fuck it, but your bitch of a mom is in the way, and she doesn't even let him use it. It must drive you crazy that he's here fucking his mistress all winter, why does he need her, when you're right there?"

"Stop." Molly groaned, but didn't seem to make any physical efforts to get away. She almost looked like a sleep walker. "You're disgusting."

"It's okay Molly, just because you have these fantasies doesn't mean they're anything wrong with you, it's natural, and I mean, you're not going to act on them so it's fine. You're transferring your lust onto an older man like myself, that is perfectly healthy... what's a little sick, is your desire to get Erica to fufill your fantasies, with me."

"What? That's not true, I don't want..."

"Ssssh sssh sssh, I'm talking subconsciously Molly. Subconsciously you want Erica to fulfill the little girl fantasies you have with your own father. You want her to fuck, and be abused by her own daddy, me. So you do what you can to help her make those dreams come true."

"No I...."

"You're not thinking about me Fucking Erica while she sits on my lap, hair in pigtails?"

"N-no."

"You're not thinking of Erica drinking my cum from a baby bottle?"

"Ye...n-no that's disgusting."

"Truly disturbed stuff." The man agreed. "But it's okay, it's all subconscious."

"Subconscious." Molly agreed.

"You're subconsciously thinking about holding Erica by her pigtails, while I fuck her face."

"Subconscious," Molly repeated.

"And that's okay, because we can't control what our subconscious wants. We just got to go along with what it wants. So you're really not to blame in all this."

"Not... to blame."

"No, it's not your fault you want to make Erica my baby-slut. Not your fault at all."

"Subconscious."

"That's right. What does it want?"

"Erica...baby-slut... fuck...daddy."

"Isn't that disgusting?"

"It's not my fault."

"No." He kissed her on the head. "Not your fault at all."

——-

The atmosphere after Skylar’s revelation was… drunk.

The table had become a wasteland of empty, and half-filled glasses. Bitch drinks littered the surface like tombstones in a national cemetery. Erica was passed out in Helen’s lap, total lightweight, and the rest were shouting words of encouragement as Olympias and Boudica dueled drinking shots.

“It’s not even a competition.” Olympias slurred, pounding back another shot. “I used to drink poison to build up an immunity, plush I’m likes a hundred pounds heavier than yew!” She flexed her muscles, and the table cheered and swooned.

“Pffffffffft!” Boudica laughed riotously, and Skylar made another shot appear in her hand. “Come ‘ere Eve.” She pulled the blonde over towards her, and planted the shot in between those glorious breasts. “My ma’s breastmilk was higher proof, than these shots! I didn’t drink water until I was a grown tooshie woman!” He burried her head in Eve’s tits, and slurred at the shot till it was gone!

“Woooo!” The girls around the table cheered.

“Yew guyz er awesome.” Helen hiccupped, and petted Erica’s head playfully. She glanced over at the Wraths who’d entered into the ‘Girl Kissing’ phase of drunkeness. All four were clawing, and pushing at each other to find a mouth to tongue. Helen laughed at the display, and grabbed Yang by the hair, and pulled her over to Helen’s eager mouth.

Lips So Kissable +1

Helen 2 VP

“Olympias! Olympias! Olympias!” Nzinga pounded on the table and waited for the giant to make her next move.

The amazon looked down at her shot looking a little green. “Yerz are smaller than mine.” She coughed and tried to knock the shot back but ended up coughing and spraying the table instead.

“Wooooooo!” The table roared, and a few different hands grabbed Boudica’s wrist and hoisted her hand up into the air. “We’ve gots a winner!” Eve chuckled.

“You’re snugglin’ right you do.” Boudica, quite bravely got, up and stood on the table. She hiked up her skirt, letting everyone see her cute little boots, and started to do a victory dance. It was surprisingly graceful for Boudica, and a drunk in general. She kicked out her legs, and did spins, and the whole table was pleasantly surprised by the grace she showed. Until she lost track of herself near the end of the dance, and just started kicking empty glass onto the floor. And of course, the grand finale of the entire show, was her slipping on a spilled margarita. Her legs were suddenly above her head, and she crashed down on the table, so hard, it broke the legs, and everything crashed down.

The other girls jumped to safety before any damage could be done, and laughed uproariously. “Way to go bimbo!” Cleo laughed and emptied her drink out onto the redhead’s face. Boudica gamely closed her eyes, and held her mouth open to catch what she could. The rest of the table liked this so much, that anyone who was able to save their drinks did the same, dousing Boudica with a rainbow of beverages. Even Joan joined in, and poured out a flue of champagne into Boudica’s eager maw.

“You guyz are my best friends.” Skylar laughed, and everyone else was drunk enough to nod their heads, and Helen even put her arm around the punk’s shoulder. “Yew wan me ta, fix the table?” She tried snapping her fingers, but was so drunk, she kept missing.

“Wait.” Eve purped. “I’ve got that best idea.” She fished between her breasts and pulled out a key.” She giggled. “Who wants dessert?”

—-

The buffet was barren of its usual belt-busting breakfast. It’d been cleared out, and instead, a little cart filled with desserts sat in the middle. With a little help from Skylar the usual long table had been replaced with a circular table, and in the middle, this dish sat like a roulette wheel. It was a decadent display of sweetness. Pastries and cakes were bulging with creams, chocolates, and glazes. Each was a masterpiece, and there wasn’t a mouth that wasn’t water as they look on at it.

“The rules of the game are simple!” Even announced, to her inebriated companions. Erica was slumping on Joan’s shoulder, sleepy, and drunk as a skunk. “You spin the plate, around, round the treats go, until it comes to a stop. You pick the treat in front of you, eat it, and enjoy!”

Cleopatra looked dubiously at the desserts. “What do they do?”

Skylar stuck her head into the circle. “Each of those deserts contains one of the body transformations the audience got to choose from in the first round. Eating them will change your body to match, pear-shaped, hourglass, bimbo, who know’s what You’ll get?”

“Mmmm.” Erica mumbled. “That means the fatass transformation is in there somewhere.”

“Yes ma’am!” Skylar giggled. “That’s why this is Transformation Roulette!” I sign with that name appeared over her head, in big bold lights! She looked up, and blushed. “Heh, sorry, force of habbit.”

Eve rolled her eyes. “Okay, since this was my idea, I’ll go first.”

Diaochan tugged at the metal slave collar around her neck. “What happens if she gets the bimbo body one? She already has it.”

“It gets upgraded.”

Eve giggled. “Fingers croooooossed!” She gave the wheel a spin, the game began. Flecks of chocolate and cream sprayed the table, with little sprinkles. Everyone with their bleary minds leaned forward eager to see what Eve got.

When the plate came to a stop, there was a crispy wafer topped with whipped cream and strawberries waiting for her. “Here we go!” She took a bite. “Mmmmm!” She snorted with joy, and down the thing in three big chomps. “That’s really good!” She kicked her feet. “I’m feeling tingles.”

Now this one is going to be a bit of bad news guys. The first noticable, change was Eve’s breasts…shrinking.

"NOOOOOOO!" Skylar shriekd, falling to her knees. "Our deal!"

Not just shrinking but SHRUNK down to ant hills barely worthy of A-cup designation. It was a tragic sight. Her ass didn’t fare much better, as that began to shink as well. That little desert seemed to have a vendetta against bodyfat in general, because it ate away at it wherever it could. Her whole body burned up whatever she had, and replaced it with muscle. Not the incredible build of Olympias, but still a sturdy athletic build.

“Oooh.” Eve flexed her arm a little bit. “I’m betting this is the butch transformation.” She giggled to herself, a little too girly to pass as butch. “What do you think ladies, this do anything for ya?” He posed and made a kissy face at a few of them. As she did, her foot length hair, faded from existence, replaced with a tightly buzzed crew cut. “Aww.” She pouted and rubbed the fuzz on the side of her head. “I like my hair.”

“Yer a boy!” Helen giggled and leaned over to rub her head.

“Geez, thanks.” Eve snickered and used her new muscles to pull Helen over into her lap.

“Weeee!”

Skylar was weeping, maybe because she was drunk, maybe because this was the worst thing to ever happen to the human race. "They were so perfect... and now they're just gone!"

Even smiled, pleased with anything that made Skylar upset. "Can't you milk these?" She gestured to her small breats.

"It won't be the same." The host sighed. "I'll just have to wait until this wears off." She pouted and crossed her arms.

“Your turn Helen.” Eve said, bouncing the idiot on her knee. “Hope you get something good.

“Kay.” Helen kissed Eve on her cheek, and reached into the plate and just grabbed her a dessert. From there she just shoved it in her mouth, half successfully, most of it got in her mouth, but the rest ringed her mouth, cheeks, and crumbled onto her tits.

“I guess that’s one way of doing it.”

“Mmmmm!” Helen closed her eyes with pleasure and sucked on her fingers happily.

“I like this one already,” Erica said, leaning forward. She, like the rest of them, noticed Helen’s shirt getting tight tight tight.

“Hey looks at this!” Eve held her somewhat rougher hand’s against Helen’s waist, and the two we’re getting closer together. Her midsection was shrinking inwards. Where the organs were going, only Skylar knew. Maybe her boobs and breasts, because they were growing in equal proportions. Until she was roughly the same shape as Jessica rabbit. If she looks like a Greek statue before, she now looked like a cartoon character.

Olympias recognized one of the traits that was meant for her. “How do you base an entire line of traits off of that?” Olympias thought the change looked good on Helen but thought the premise was a little thin.

Skylar tsked. “You really have no imagination at all.”

“Helen got big boobies!” Helen laughed and pawed at the gravity-defying orbs. “Mmm, Zinga licky Helen again?”

Nzinga looked around, it hadn’t been a secret that she was the one to save Helen from a dreadful fate. “Sure, why not? Let me get my spin on.” She batted the tray and grabbed her dessert next, a little cherry tart. She nibbled at it until it was gone, and soon felt the tingles the others had reported.

Her breasts joined in on the swelling game and went up two or three cups. Though, unlike Helen when hers inflated, it was all silicone. Those tits were big and fake, completely round and gravity-defying. Implants inflated within her ass as well. Her lips filled out a bit, and her face shifted around like a plastic surgeon had touched her here and there.

“Wow.” Cleo said. She was of course, losing her mind with how hot this game was.

“That looks good.” Olympias nodded. “Gives you a more sculpted look.”

“For good reason.” Nzinga touched her smaller nose while another hand prodded at one of her firm breasts. She shrugged and licked her inflated lips. “Might as well put these bad boys to use.” She lowered herself below the table, and before long the table was treated to the sight of Helen giggling and gasping as Nzinga started happily slurping at her cunt.

“Oooooh my goodness is this happening?” Erica gasped.

“We better go.” Joan put her hands on Erica. “Competition is tomorrow.”

“Nnno!” Erica pushed her away and spun the plate, ultimately winning herself a tasty little cupcake. She was having a hard time being around Joan. A woman who claimed to be working for the greater good, but was willing to use nastier tactics than anyone else it the game so far. If felt good to defy her, if only in this way.

“Oooh oooh oh!” Helen was moaning, Nzinga was treating her to that extra-long tongue. The king had enough to stuff Helen's leaking hole all the way to her womb, and still lick her clit at the same time. The drooling girl could do little to express the depths of this unusual pleasure other than to moan and squirm.

"Okay, this is happening." Eve as awkwardly as the girl on her lap was suddenly getting licked out. She had little choice but to hold her by her stunningly thin waist and keep her from falling off.

On the other side of the table. Erica’s skirt was lifting up. Her breasts remained tragically static, but that ass. It was filling up like a jelly donut, her thighs and hips thickening up as well, until she was decidedly bottom heavy. A cheek poked out from either side of her chair. “Wow!” She laughed, getting up to her feet. Her ass felt like it was sloshing, there was so much more added and jiggling weight. “What do you guys think?” She turned around and lightly twerked her rear, so everyone could get a good view of her newly jiggly behind.

Joan buried her face in her hands. “Please stop.”

“Woooo!” Cleo laughed and gave Erica’s rear a few good slaps. “This baby can bounce!”

Erica snorted drunkenly, and fell forward on the table, giggling dumbly as she went. “I know you guyz are all like *hic* totally eeeeevil, but yer all such baddasses. Men are always trying to erase us, and keep us down, but yew were all like *hic* Naw! History will remember me!”

Olympias smirked. “Well that’s sweet of you to say. But you’re wrong. When men do what we did, they’re heroes and men of destiny. When we poison babies to secure our son’s throne, we’re evil scheming women.”

“Yeah.” Cleopatra nodded. “Something like that…”

“My turn!” Diaochan launched across the table and gave the plate a spin.

“What’s even left?” Mark Anothony asked, as she gently squeezed Cleopatra’s shoulders.

She counted off on her finger. “Bimbo Body, Fatty, and two mystery flavors.”

Diaochan got a little cookie, that she popped into her mouth. “Eeep!” She squeaked as she felt her feet lose contact with the ground. Her whole body was shrinking… or rather being compressed down to a shorter length, which was leaving her dangling from the side of the table, before she finally let go and let herself drop down on the floor.

“Oh I think that’s one of mine.” Olympias chuckled as she watched the asian, lose about two feet of height. “The other one must be my Amazon trait then….”

Whatever mass Diaochan was losing seemed to be getting pumped directly into her breasts and ass. Her thin, lithe body became short squat, and pudgy, with massive tits, forming a shelf in front of her, while her ass did the same behind. Her rags which were already a poor excuse for clothing, went to the ground like a dress, even as it ripped and frayed further at the girth of her new assets.

“AHHAHAHAHA!” Boudica was falling off of her chair. “Look out our little wrath!” She snorted and pounded the table, still pounding back drinks from the club.

Skylar almost came when she saw a modest blush appear on Diaochan’s face. At last! Some kind of reaction from her!”

“Oh my.” Diaochan whimpered, hefting her cartoonishly large breasts up and down. They weren’t that big, but on a three foot frame, they did a lot of work. “This isn’t a very dignified form.”

“That’s the point.” Skylar teased, and prodded the shortie’s massive backside with her foot. “It’s supposed to be humiliating.”

Olympias smiled. “Bullet dodged there.”

“Aww.” Helen moaned. “I think she’s cute!”

Eve felt a wetness growing between her own legs, but not because she thought Short Stack Diaochan was a thing of beauty. “Helen, are you peeing yourself?”

There was an absolute puddle forming on the chair beneath her. Eve was a patient woman, but she drew the line as sitting in a puddle of someone’s pee. Helen could get eaten out on someone else’s lap if that was the case.

“Uuuuh.” Helen moaned, squeezing her big grafity-defying breasts. “Helen dunno!”

Skylar raised her hand. “Rest easy Eve, that’s Nzinga’s newest upgrade. It makes anyone she gives oral to very… productive.”

“Ugh.” Eve sighed. “This is all cum?”

“Lubricant, yes.”

“Oh.” Eve shrugged. “Well, that’s not so bad.”

“It isn’t?” Cleo raised her eyebrow.

Eve shrugged again. “I don’t think so.”

Nzinga rolled her tongue back into her mouth, making Helen feel empty and drippy. “I can clean it up.” She suggested eagerly. Then before anyone could argue with that, she leaned back down between Eve’s legs and started slurping up the puddle of feminine love that had settled there. This seemed to be the true dessert for her, and once Helen’s delicious cum was all cleaned up, she stuck her tongue back in, and got to work making the girl produce more.

Cleo was going crazy, and by this point, just couldn’t stop herself from masturbating at the table. “This is all so crazy. Skylar’s making us complete freaks.”

The host giggled. “Eve suggested it. I just wanted to drink.”

Eve spoke. “We have to have fun on our own terms. I’m having fun, and I lost all my hair!" She rubbed her buzzed hair some more.

“Helen’s having fun, and that’s all that matters to me.” Olympias gave the plate a spin, and that sucker went for a while. Maybe she was showing off, but around and around it went. Until eventually, some kind of gourmet cake donut that was bursting with cream beckoned her closer. “Down the hatch!” She swallowed the thing in a single bite, like a snake, and chewed it for a long while before a grumbling in her stomach rattled the table. “Didn’t love the sound of that.”

At first, it was hard to tell what Olympias had picked for herself, her body was already such an extreme change for the show, but the girls slowly noticed her cheeks starting to fill out, and her face develop a slight second chin, and eventually, even her dress couldn’t hide the gut that was growing and pulling at its seams.

“Fatty!” The table cheered as they realized Olympias had pulled the most dreaded of all treats.

“Oh fantastic.” Olympias moaned, as her precious, precious muscles began to lose their definition.

“Fatty, Fatty, Fatty!” They cheered and watched with the most schadenfreude they’d gotten all season, as her ass swelled up, her thighs thickened up, and her belly bulged out into an unappealing gut.

However it wasn’t quite as bad as it could have been. She was seven feet tall, and fit as anyone. A single dose of that dessert was not enough to turn her into the jiggling butterball it might have done to others. If anyone could afford the extra fat it was her, and by the time the pounds were added, she’s lost her wildcat physique and now looked more large a large bruiser, orcish one might say.

“Not a great look.” Skylar giggled and poked at Olympias’ hanging gut. “Men hate two things. Women who are stronger than them, and women who are fatter than them, and now you’re both!”

“Oh yeah?” Olympias grabbed the host, lifted her off feet, and pulled her to her chest. “Well my breasts got bigger what do you think about that?” She squeezed Skylar’s head between her two larger mammaries and shook her about.

“Mmm! Mmm!” A muffled Skylar struggled to get free, but suddenly she realized she was in her favorite spot. Those moans of protests quickly turned into a pleased little purr. “Mmmmmmm.” She sighed, lettingher body relax as her face nestled between the two orbs of fat, her hips gently gyrated against Olympias' bulging belly.

“That’s what I thought.” Olympias dropped the host. “Two to go.”

Boudica looked to Cleo, who waved her hand. “Please, after you.”

Boudica spun, and ended up face to face with a stawberry milkshake, absolutely stacked with whipped cream, cherries, cotton candy, and a few other treats just for good measure. “It’s only natural I get the drink.” She wolfed that baby down, and was licking at the rim in no time, whipped cream and sprinkles, dusted her dress thanks to her drunken way of drinking. “Here we go.” Boudica grunted and scooped her large breasts out of her dress, and plopped them down on the table. “I can feel the puppies growing already.”

She wasn’t overselling it. They were pulsing like with a heart beat, each pulse growing larger and larger, from cantaloupes, to full-blow watermelons. They looked impossible to lug around, they just kept creeping across the table, taking up more and more room. “Mmmm.” Boudica sighed. “This feels really good.” She massaged the melons as they began to slow down. There was plenty to rub, so she just ran her hands along them and squeezed what she felt like. Her nipples likewise went from pinchable little nubs, to large cowish teats, each the size of a shot glass. When she finally got to them and gave them a squeeze, all the hair on her body stood on end, and she sat up like she’d gotten hit with a lightning bolt. “Holy fudge!” She gasped. “Those whoresons are sensitive!”

The same kind of show was going on for the backside as well. Her seat quickly filled up with handfuls of assflesh, which were a match for Erica’s large twerking ass.

Her hair was the final piece of the puzzle. Its dark and vibrant red was mutilated, and slowly began to go up the color scale, until it was a luminescent pink, like bubble gum.

“Fuck yes, you’re so hot, you pretty bimbo!” Cleop squealed as her body went into joyous orgasmic convulsions.

Mark Anthony looked slightly embarrassed by this, and held her in place as she convulsed. “Sorry about her… um you do look very pretty, though.”

“Good grief look at these things.” Boudica stood up, and had a hard time even getting a grip on those dangling orbs. She looked like a fertility goddess. Her former body could have passed for normal, just a pretty girl who’d been very blessed during puberty. But this was too much, this was the woman doing the blessing. Her dress was pulled down from her tits, riding up from her ass, and now just looked like a belt. Her bush, which I know we’re all very invested in, was the same vibrant pink.

“It’s so perfect!” Skylar dropped to her knees, and in the background, Helen was squealing out a brainless orgasm herself at the sight of Boudica’s Bimbo Body. “Skylar crawled forward towards those wonderful breasts. “Imagine what you’d look like upgraded all the way.”

“So I got the bimbo one?” Boudica asked.

“Fuck you’re a moron.” Olympias sighed.

Boudica winced. Not at getting insulted, she didn’t care. But… she didn’t like the words Olympias was using. They sounded so crass and mean. “Snuggle you.” She said back, maybe not as hotly as she’d intended.

“Yes beautiful,” Skylar said, rubbing her cheek against Boudica’s leg. “You already had a bimbo body, so it upgraded it. This is Bombshell+, and I gotta say, I do good work.”

“Get off me you little creep.” Boudica wagged her leg, and tried to get the host off of her.

Nzinga finally emerged back from her time under the table and looked around at the composition of the table. “Woah, you all look different.” She laughed and squeezed her own doll-like tits. “I guess that just leaves one more.” She turned towards the panting, whimpering Cleopatra and the last remaining dessert.

Olympias smirked. “Mystery Flavor.”

Cleolicked her lips, and held out her hand to grab it. “I bet it’s delicious.”

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What Should the last dessert be? What bodily transformation awaits Cleopatra?