Some *old friends* swing by

(Using oc from Saracen1187 over on writing.com go check out their “Acquiring powers” story!)

Amanda waited until the trio had gotten their drinks and settled into a booth before making her first move. She scanned the bar for a suitable target, her eyes landing on a buxom blonde in a low-cut top that showed off her impressive cleavage. Perfect.

***ZAP!*** Emma suddenly gasped as her modest C-cups ballooned out to a staggering F-cup, straining the buttons of her blouse to the breaking point. Across the bar, the blonde carried on with her deflated shirt.

"Bloody hell, these are always so heavy.” Emma muttered, hefting her massive mammaries in annoyance.

Liz and Steven, however, seemed not to notice the change, carrying on the conversation as normal. Amanda grinned and lined up her next targets - a leather-clad biker chick with a tramp stamp peeking out of her low-rise jeans, and a nebbish guy in a polo shirt who practically had "virgin" written all over him.

***ZAP!*** ***ZAP!*** Emma shifted uncomfortably as her sensible trousers were replaced by a micro-mini skirt and fishnets from the biker chick, while Steven suddenly sported a much larger tent pole that looked ready to burst out of his chinos. Apparently the virgin loser was packing heat. The biker chick now sat primly in mom jeans, while the nerd was standing a little less confidently.

“Goodness me,” Emma adjusted her skirt. “These surely don’t fit like they used to.”

Steven just hunched over further, trying to hide his massive erection. Apparently the virgin was veryyyy sensitive, and with some of the best cleavage Steven had ever seen on Liz and Emma, it was almost too much for his cock to handle. Amanda nearly burst out laughing at their obliviousness. Time to really push some buttons...

She spotted the bartender dispensing coffee creamer into a cup from a soda hose. “Perfect” whispered Amanda.

***ZAP!***Liz let out a startled yelp as her nipples began to leak thick creamer through her blouse. Across the bar, the milk hose ran dry.

"Bloody hell, these leaky old things.” Liz hissed, grabbing a handful of napkins to try and staunch the flow of breastmilk. “I should have pumped before we came here, darn overactive hormones turning me into a cow.”

Amanda was practically vibrating with gleeful sadism now. She scanned the bar for her pièce de résistance and spotted them - a drag queen in a fabulous gown and sky-high stilettos.

***ZAP!*** ***ZAP!*** Emma tottered and nearly fell as her kitten heels were replaced by towering stilettos, while Liz shifted awkwardly, her gait suddenly bow-legged and clomping, gaining something new between her legs. On the dance floor, the drag queen looked down at *her* sensible flats, as she gained a more feminine gait unencumbered by a male member.

As Liz took in the view of Emma’s huge tits, mininskirt, fishnets and heels, her cock became quite stiff.

Amanda nearly spit out her drink. She'd swapped Liz's pussy for the Drag Queen’s cock! This was just too perfect.

"Uh, I think I need some fresh air," Steven stammered, his face crimson as he tried to simultaneously cover his crotch.

"Right behind you," Liz muttered, hobbling after him as her cock swung pendulously between her thighs.

Emma just sighed and signaled for another drink, seemingly resigned to her friend’s discomfort. Amanda sat back and admired her handiwork, marveling at how the trio just kept acting like everything was perfectly normal, despite their radically altered bodies.

"God bless the Brits and their stiff upper lips," she giggled to herself, raising her glass in a silent toast. "Or should I say, stiff lower lips, in Liz's case!"

She downed her drink and settled in to watch the rest of the night's chaos unfold, her devious mind already spinning with ideas for her next round of swaps. Aaron may have wussed out on her, but Amanda had a feeling her fun was just getting started.