Some girls at a club who needs to loosen up

"Two White Russians please," Dalton said loudly, trying and succeeding in being heard over the pounding music.

"Babe, I told you, we don't need anything!"

"Nonsense, you and Abby need to loosen up a bit, have some fun! And fun starts with drinks!" Elena grudgingly took the two creamy drinks from her boyfriend and wondered how he'd managed to talk her into this. He was very much a party boy and she was very much not. But when he asked her for the third time in a week to go clubbing with him, she felt she had to say yes. She thought she'd at least get to bring her friend Abigail along, but that just meant there were two loners at the club together instead of one. Neither one expected to have much of a good time, but at least they could be miserable together. And look at all the hot guys they were too embarrassed or too taken to approach.

"Here, Dalton got us drinks. Something about loosening up," Elena said, popping the two drinks on the small table they had snagged as far from the dancefloor as they could manage.

"WHAT?!" Abigail yelled, still unable to hear what her friend was saying.

"I SAID, DALTON GOT US DRINKS!"

"Great, sorry, I hate how loud it is in here!" Abby shouted back, slightly less loud as the music lessened slightly too. "Feels like the only things to do are get drunk, dance poorly, and get hit on!" Right on cue, she shot a **** glare a an approaching man who had what he probably thought was a dashing smile on his face. He immediately lost his confidence when he saw Abby's extremely unwelcoming face and quickly aborted, leaving the twenty-six year olds in peace for a while longer.

"Well, I'm not going to get drunk, but I think I could still use a drink," Elena said, pushing her long brown-blonde hair back and scooping up one of the White Russians. "Come on, just have a little. It's like coffee, but with ****. And I know you like coffee."

"Gah, fine, but you're responsible if I do something stupid tonight!" Both girls took a sip of their creamy drinks, then went back for more when they realized just how good it was. Before either of them realized it, they were looking at their empty glasses sitting on the table and licking their lips to chase the delicious taste.

"What was...oh, what's....nngh!" Abby groaned, some of her dark brown hair falling out of her ponytail as she tossed her head and partially doubled over. Elena looked at her friend, idly thinking something was wrong but unable to put her finger on exactly what. She felt like she was trapped under the warmest cotton blanket and just couldn't find a reason to get out from under it, even when she saw Abby stumbling towards the bathroom out of the corner of her eye. She just felt so good! Though her buttoned up shirt was a bit scratchy on her chest and just a little bit tight.

Make that a lot tight.

Elena jumped a little as she felt her breasts suddenly bulge out, but the mounds immediately slipped out of her bra, removing any painful factor from the sudden growth. She just sat and watched them for a moment before they suddenly increased again, jumping up to the size of her head. Another, smaller jump had them straining her formerly very loose shirt. She gasped in surprise and reached up to cup them as best she could with her small hands, feeling the flesh rub against the fabric of her shirt with nearly agonizing sensitivity. She smiled in bliss as her tits continued to grow steadily, constantly outstripping their old size, not feeling as small horns popped out of her skull and push through her hair or her ears elongate and become long and floppy. In fact, the bigger her boobs got, the better she felt, and she wondered if she couldn't find Dalton and have him fuck her.

Hopeful that she'd soon have her gushing pussy filled, Elena hummed happily as her jugs bulged over the taunt lip of her button down before finally overcoming the valiantly struggling button. Boobflesh surged forward in a deliciously juicy wave, jiggling and shaking before coming to a rest and Elena felt her chest stop expanding, their final size being big enough to hang down to her hips. She hummed happily, wagging the cow tail she didn't realize she had but was happy to now.

Once she was done hefting her very large boobs, she looked around the club, meaning to look for Dalton, but her eyes kept getting caught on the many sexy bodies of the different men in the club. They all looked so nice, so strong, so sexy, and she bet their cocks were even better. Elena continued to look around before she caught the eyes of an astonished man who was looking back at her. His eyes seemed fixed on her mammoth breasts, but they flicked up to her face every few seconds. After a couple glances, she finally managed to get his attention and her body flushed. She quickly beaconed him over with wave of her arm and, more importantly, a huge shake of her tits. He immediately scrambled towards her, pushing through the crowd, and Elena turned around in anticipation. She wasn't usually a fan of it, but something in her desperately needed to get taken from behind, fucked into oblivion, and stuffed with cum until her belly bulged with children and her teats dripped with milk. She wasn't concerned though and giggled a little as the man she had snared enthusiastically groped her ass, his erection grinding against her between his hands. No, she didn't think she'd have to wait long at all.

Abby had panicked as soon as she felt the odd tingling through her body, fearing she had somehow been ****. She always heard about girls getting **** at clubs, but never thought it would happen to her. She couldn't imagine what else could make her head spin, her body flush and ache, and her nethers moisten. She had to throw up, she thought as she stumbled towards the bathroom, get the **** out of her system. She shoved people aside, ignoring their yells and how good their bodies felt pressed against her own, until she finally shoved the door of the bathroom aside instead of a person.

She rushed into one of the stalls and immediately leaned over, thinking she would heave up her drink and hopefully spare herself the rest of the discomfort she felt. And she did, but not in the way she expected. As soon as she was bent over, she felt a bit of relief, giving her a slight moment to collect herself. She still didn't feel well, but it was better than it was a moment ago. She still tried to throw up, but couldn't. Resigning herself to a stomachache and asking Elena to just go home, she stood up and gurgled in surprise and **** discomfort when the ache came back even stronger than before. She immediately doubled over again, hands pressed against the wall to hold herself up.

Panting from the sudden ache, Abby groaned her displeasuring, utterly confused and terrified. The ache didn't give her much time to worry though, coming back even stronger than before. Her groans were cut off with a surprised gasp, her legs quivering from the horribly odd sensation. Abby shifted in place, trying to find if there was another position that alleviated her anguish. After minutes of torment, she finally found one, but blushed at the lewdness of it. She was bent over, ass thrust up and out, with her back curved so that her handfuls of breasts were prominently displayed on and hanging off her chest. She shuddered in revulsion, knowing she was posed like a harlot begging to be mounted, but even a slight movement brought the pain back. So she stood there, bent over and on display waiting for what would happen next and hoping that she would be able to throw up.

An uncomfortable heat appeared in her body, not painful but increasing until Abby was panting heavily. She took one of her hands from the wall to tug on her shirt, hoping the air would cool her down. And it did, but only the part of her skin that didn't have the cloth pressed against it. To cool her belly, she had to pull the fabric against her back, which made the skin there unbearably hot. She tried to alternate, but eventually the heat was too much and she was left with only one, horrible option.

As gently and quickly as she could, Abby pulled her dark green shirt off, and with her chest hurting as well, she was **** to take her bra off too, leaving her in a white cutoff shirt that hung a little too loosely for her liking. Still, she didn't focus on that for long, opting to slip out of her pants instead. She blushed fiercely as she saw the fishnet she had put and left on one leg as a joke between her and Elena, both of them laughing that no one would ever see them. Now, as she pulled her panties off with an even more embarrassed blush, they were the only thing covering her below her belly button.

"Hey, you okay in there?" Abby suddenly heard someone call in a deep voice. "We saw you run in there and just wanted to make sure you were alright!"

"Dude, come on, chick's probably throwing up, leave her alone."

"Yeah man, how **** are you?"

Two other voices, both of them belonging to men, seemed to be ribbing the first, but Abby was oddly fixated on the fact that they were men. She had never cared about boys before, to the point that she thought she was either gay or asexual. Now, the heat in her concentrated deep inside her, living and growing in the pit of her stomach.

"Come on guys, I just want to make sure she's not in trouble. Might have some creeper guy going after her."

"Only creeper guy around here is you, Brett!" The second and third voice shared a laugh at the expense of Brett, who was apparently the concerned one, but Abby didn't really care. The warmth and ache in her core was quickly becoming unbearable, desperately needing...something. Something she felt the man outside could provide somehow.

"Brett? Was that your name?" she called out, hating the quivering tremor in her voice but unable to do anything about it.

"Y-yeah, that's me. What is it, do you need something?"

"Yes, please, could you come in here? I...I need your help."

"In there? The women's room?" he asked, very clearly unsure, though he was also trying to get his friends to shut up.

"I-It's okay, it's just me in here. I'd...really appreciate it."

"Alright, hold on." After a minute of whispered conversation with the other two men outside, the one named Brett came into the bathroom, looking around cautiously. "What did you...need...." he asked, trailing off once he saw Abby's mostly bare body. The only thing still covered was her breasts, but her diamond-like nipples easily poked through her cutoff top.

"Don't look at me, please!" The brunette quickly yelled, hideously embarrassed by her lewd position. Brett quickly pushed the door to the stall she was in mostly closed, leaving her only able to see his feet. "Can you...get in the next stall?" she said, trying to think through the new, heady scent that suddenly filled her nose. Brett obediently walked into the stall next to her, only to avert his eyes quickly. A sizable hole, just slightly larger than the sole of a large boot would be, was punched in the divider separating the two stalls, giving him another rather clear view of her exposed ass. He also heard her breathing deeply, though he didn't imagine the bathroom smelled very good.

Abby wasn't smelling the stench of the bathroom though, she was caught up with his scent, particularly one that became stronger when he had seen her ass through the hole in the divider. She needed more of it and didn't care about the consequences. So she didn't stop herself when she reached through the hole and began running her hand up Brett's leg.

"What are-?"

"Please, just...please..." Abby begged, not quite sure what she was asking for but knowing she needed it regardless. A second later, she found the tightness just below the waist of Brett's pants and gently unzipped them. They both gasped, Brett at the gentle grip of her hand around his length, she at his unexpected size and the smell of his arousal as it washed over her. Abby took her time gently stroking the powerful shaft, each second heightening the heat inside her.

"Please..." she said again, letting go of his penis and pulling her arm back through the hole. "Just...please..." Brett didn't know what she meant until he peered at the hole to see a gorgeous ass backing up to it. His already hard dick shot to its full length and he had to resist his instinct to just plunge inside the willing hole before him. Instead, he took his time, lined himself up properly, and then thrust into the pussy with a single push.

"EEAHHHH!!!" Abby screamed, not caring that she was in a dirty bathroom at a random club. Truth be told, if you had asked her her name at that moment, she would have responded with nothing more than a fuck-drunk look and a moan as the ache inside her was finally satisfied. Her cunt clamped tight around the dick, squeezing it so tightly that Brett yelled and came with a cry. The splash of warm cum in her wet hole didn't alleviate much of what Abby now recognized as pure, helpless desire that filled her. As soon as Brett stopped bucking into her, she was moving again, eager to milk another load from him, which he quickly provided. He would have been impressed that he could cum twice and still be ready for more, but Abby's cunt demanded more and he was happy to supply.

"Hey, you doing alright in here?" one of Brett's friends called, taking a cautious step into the bathroom.

"Come hereeeee!!" Abby called, cumming around Brett's increasingly girthy dick again. "The....stall!" She heard the man step into the other stall beside hers, one that didn't have a convenient glory hole connecting it. Fortunately, Abby was too lust-drunk to have any restraint, and she punched a new hole right through the flimsy barrier, right at eye level for her bent over posture. "Gimme your dick in my fucking mouth!" she yelled, "fuck my whore throat!!" The man clearly had less restraint than Brett, as he immediately fumbled with his pants, revealing his rather small dick that looked like the most perfect thing in the world to Abby. She immediately leaned forward and sucked it into her mouth. The penis wasn't even long enough to hit her throat, but she slobbered over it regardless. Her technique was nonexistent, but the fervor with which she licked him had him fountaining into her mouth in seconds.

The three of them descended into a haze of sex and orgasms, fucking and fucking and fucking some more. Abby didn't notice when her moans became muffled moos and horns and a tail sprouted from her body, but she did notice her massively enlarged tits as they swung beneath her body and her plump ass that squished with each of Brett's thrusts. She also noticed that both the men's dicks were getting bigger a fact that only pushed her to greater heights. Brett's friend's dick finally reached a decent size and then eked past that to proper throatfucking size.

Abby barely noticed though, thanks to the massive bull cock that stretched her small pussy. Every time she thought it couldn't get any bigger, it jumped up again, until her entire abdomen was stretched taunt. To her horror, it actually reached a point where she couldn't take it anymore and she was **** to move forward until his enormous shaft slid free of her gaping cunt. It sprayed cum everywhere, its massive size causing every twitch to send the tip bouncing everywhere. Abby was worried the cock would go unsatisfied, but the huge log was quickly thrust into her enormous cleavage, resting there and gushing cum all over the orbs. Their fucking continued, even more vigorous than before, and Abby heard the second of Brett's friends enter the bathroom.

"What the fuck is...holy shit...is that fucking milk?" he said, and Abby caught the now familiar scent of arousal and cock again. She eagerly shook her mammoth breasts, watching as the third man entered the stall with her and laid beneath her, his hands and lips wrapping around one enormous boob. She mooed harder as he started sucking and the milk flowed faster. Abby hoped he would take Brett's place in her pussy soon, but until then she just came and swallowed down another huge load of cum, wondering how she had ever gone without this.