Debauchery happens

Lina had long since disappeared into some bedroom to screw some lucky guy's brains out, but the party was in full swing as more and more people showed up and joined the crowd. They talked and drank, and couldn't resist dunking themselves in the infectious pool water. It did its work swiftly and effectively, ensuring no one who entered it was left unchanged.

Christie was absolutely no exception, though she didn't notice it at first. Pleasantly buzzed from ****, she had happily jumped into the water to swim around for a bit, attributing the tingling of her changed body to the drinks she had consumed. That tactic worked until she got tired of splashing around and pulled herself up and out of the pool.

The cold air on her skin as she got out was supremely unpleasant, though she couldn't say why until she looked down in confusion. It turned out, instead of being covered by the bikini she had jumped into the pool with, her nipples were fully exposed atop heavy, teardrop tits. That didn't make sense to her, she had never been so obviously and enormously endowed, how could she have breasts like that now? They really were huge too, hanging off her chest like sexy globes begging to be touched.

Once she managed to move her eyes away from the swells of her chest, Christie saw a few people ogling her from around the pool, mostly boys. She couldn't really blame them, since she had been just as absorbed by her tits and especially since their reception seemed to be pretty positive, if bulges in pants and licked lips were any indication. They probably wanted to see them bounce freely as she walked across the pool tile, a want she was pretty sure she shared and wouldn't have hesitated to fulfill if only her bikini bottoms hadn't also mysteriously disappeared. Sinking back into the pool instead, one hand dropped to her crotch to confirm the garment was gone. It was only twenty minutes and three fingered orgasms later that she decided she didn't care and strutted proudly across the yard in absolutely nothing.

Another occupant of the pool, Jack, was having a very different problem. Ever since he had jumped into the pool with his buddies, he had been feeling the strangest feeling of stiffness. He didn't pay it any mind, but eventually wondered if he was cramping up. Not wanting to risk it, he swam over to the shallower end to rest a minute.

Jack panted and pushed his wet red hair back on his head, practically gasping for breath. He didn't know what was happening, just that it was horribly uncomfortable. Seeking anything to help with the soreness, he tried to massage his arms, legs, back, whatever, just so long as it lessened. It only took a minute before he realized stretching helped, so stretch he did. His legs and feet pointed and strained, each flex changing their shape just slightly. The same went for his arms and hands, restructuring slightly as relief finally flooded into him.

He only realized something was happening to him when he stretched his shoulders and felt them settle in a bit more narrowly than usual. Then when he spread his legs, felt his hips strain, and then couldn't get his thighs to close the same way, he knew something was wrong. Looking down, he saw his legs had become smooth and sexy, and were attached to hips that creaked gently as they widened.

Fear would have settled into his head if the pain from not stretching wasn't so bad. Despite knowing what it would do to him, he couldn't stop himself; he only watched as his body feminized further. Though when his back stretched and the fat in his belly shifted to his chest, he figured it couldn't be so bad. His spine popped as he lost an inch or two of height and his growing breasts increased in size, all along with an unexpected rush of pleasure. It was so sudden that his hips bucked abruptly, his ass growing as the muscles flexed. That only gave him more pleasure growing in a knot in his pelvis. A bit of muscle forming in his abs gave him the last trickle of sensation that finally made him clench his core and brought the change he had dreaded the most with a blast of rapture.

Gasping with pleasure, Jack felt every second as his penis inverted, pulling up into his body to form a tight, virgin tunnel. His balls followed right after, disappearing into Jack's forming womb to create an ideal breeding ground. The first female orgasm he felt sealed his fate, every muscle in his body going rigid and finishing the former man's transformation. Femininity settled into place in the new Jaqueline's mind and she sighed in relief, eyes already searching for Jack's still very male friends. They should make for a good first threesome.

Meanwhile, two girls, formerly black-haired and now as blonde as could be, were dazedly trying to understand what had happened to them, a task made much harder thanks to the considerable amount of their higher thinking that had drained into their newly jiggly boobs.

One of the girls, Kimberly, was really just trying to remember what had happened. She and her best friend, Esmerelda, had gone to a party for some reason she couldn't remember, which had to be where they were now. Or, where she was now. Esmerelda had run off somewhere. She should probably find her. That seemed smart. And maybe she would know why all the guys kept staring at her so much. Not that she minded. A lot of the guys looked hot anyways. Maybe they thought she was hot. She felt like that wasn't right, she had never been hot, but as one of the middlingly attractive specimens walked up to her, she had to wonder.

"Hey sexy, looking for someone? Maybe I can be that someone," he said, his voice making her pussy twitch happily, though she couldn't help but giggle.

"Umm, sorry, but you're not, like, a girl. I'm looking for my friend. She was just here, but now she's not, and I dunno where she went." Kimberly couldn't help the little pout that appeared on her face along with a tiny stomp.

"Oh, you're looking for your friend? What does she look like?" the attractive guy asked, taking a step closer to Kimberly, close enough that she could smell his sexy musk.

"She's got, uhh, like, long hair, and...umm.....oh, I've got a picture on my phone! Wait, where's my phone? Oh, wait, she looks like me, duh!"

"So total blonde, fat rack, cute kind of sexy, got it," the guy said, making Kimberly look down at herself. One look at the deep valley of cleavage nearly bursting from her too small top and blonde hair was good enough confirmation for her, so she just nodded happily and looked at the guy, his declaration that she looked sexy swirling in her head.

She only just noticed when the guy started walking off and quickly trotted after him, enjoying the feeling of her boobs heaving on her chest with each bouncing step she took. She wondered why it felt so new and unfamiliar to her, but before she had too much time to think on it, the guy said something that she totally missed.

"Like, what? I wasn't listening," she said with a tittering giggle.

"I asked if that's her," he said, pointing into the crowd.

"If who's...oh my gosh, look, it's Esmerelda! I found her, come on!" Kimberly said, completely unaware that she was dragging the man right towards the girl he had just pointed out to her. Not that it mattered, especially once they got closer and saw Esmerelda drop to her knees. In front of her was a guy who had his cock out and was jerking it as the blonde woman gently squished her big bare tits together for his viewing pleasure. And a pleasure it clearly was, as the stranger quickly tensed and rained the contents of his balls down on a smiling Esmerelda.

"Ela!" Kimberly joyfully cried once they got close enough, waving enthusiastically as the random guy finished tucking his dick away and wandered off.

"Hay, Kimy, there you are! Oh, and you brought a hottie with you, great! What's your name, sexy guy?" she asked Kimberly's companion, who was already smiling down at her.

"Regan," he said, crossing his buff arms. Why hadn't Kimberly noticed how big they were before?

"Hey, Regan. Thanks for bringing my friend. How about I give you a proper thank you? My titties are already lubed up, so how about you put them to good use?"

"Hey, no fair, I found him first. If he's going to fuck anyone's titties, it's gonna be mine!" Kimberly whined.

"But mine are bigger! See?!" Esmerelda said, pressing her cum-slick tits to her friends and showing that she did indeed have the bigger set.

"Doesn't matter, mine are perkier! Everyone knows perky tits give better boobjobs!" her friend shot right back, bouncing slightly to show her own set's firm jiggle.

"Nuh uh!"

"Uh huh!"

"Nuh uh!!"

"Uh huh!!"

"Girls, hold on, I think there's only one way to solve this," Regan said, earning him attentive looks from both blondes, their equally delicious boobs still pressed together. "How about we go find somewhere quiet and you can both give me a titjob and I'll decide which one is better?"

*gasp* "Why didn't we think of that?" Esmerelda said, looking at her equally stupefied friend.

"Dunno, but I'm gonna win!" Kimberly said as Regan wrapped his arms around their shoulders and led them both towards an unoccupied room with a grin on his face and a raging erection enough for both of them.

Back outside in the pool, a burgundy haired girl wasn't having the same happy ending as Kimberly and Esmerelda. Roxanne had gone to the party because every one of her friends was and she had to maintain her popular girl status, despite not liking parties at all. From her point of view, they were just opportunities for guys and girls to be loud and make stupid decisions that they would inevitably regret at some point.

Her dislike for the whole thing was almost enough for her to just not go, but she'd lose her social status in a flash if she didn't. She was one of the top girls at school and anyone who was anyone knew it. She had worked hard to get to where she was, and without the obvious sex appeal most of the other girls employed to get ahead of their peers. She was proud of her status and if going to a stupid party was what she had to do to keep it, she would. And if nothing else, it was at least morbidly satisfying to watch all those sex-dipped idiots that she was almost certainly better than make stupid impulsive decisions from her spot in the corner of the pool.

No amount of watching other people's mistakes could console her as she looked down at her chest though. Disgust bubbled up in her as she watched, mystified, at her gradually growing breasts, dreading every centimeter that they grew. In no time at all, she looked just like her personal idea of a slut, big tits that looked fake as that sat high on her chest, stretching out her bikini top with their immense size. She pulled her top off, hoping against anything that they weren't as bad as they seemed, but the two globes of sexy fat only jumped a size larger once their restraints were gone.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" she whispered to herself, not daring to touch her massively grown breasts. If she did, she'd have to accept that they were real and she absolutely did not want to do that. Nor did she want anyone else to see her like this. The was no way anyone could not notice if they looked at her and her status would plummet in an instant from self-made popular girl to whore who finally couldn't stand being small-chested.

She was in the middle of trying to figure out a way to escape unseen when an incredible smell hit her nostrils. Roxanne couldn't help but gasp as it invaded her mind and she desperately looked around for its source, her shame momentarily forgotten, and she saw that she had apparently missed a lot while she was dealing with her unprecedented breast growth. In her experience, a couple people making out, occasionally with some heavy petting or groping wasn't unusual for a party, but most people at least tried to keep it discreet. People openly fucking in pairs or more was definitely something that would be condemned and forbidden, and yet that was exactly what she saw as she looked around. Sex was all around her, a number of people just bucking against each other wherever they could, be it on the ground, in the pool, against a wall, in a chair, or even in the middle of the crowd of partygoers.

"What the fuck..." she mumbled, looking around with confusion and the smell momentarily forgotten.

"That's what I'm saying. Doesn't make any fucking sense. But it's a good show to wank to, that's for sure," came a man's voice from nearby and Roxanne turned to see a man standing just a little ways away from her, rubbing at the bulge in his pants. She opened her mouth to condemn him for his crass words and actions, but that was the second he did away with his shorts and let his full erection spring out, and Roxanne's jaw went slack. A wave of the covetous scent washed over her and her head spun, nearly making her fall over or pass out, she wasn't sure which.

She was disgusted at the source of the smell, but also couldn't stop herself from rising out of the pool to walk over and drop to her knees in front of the man. Everything about him faded away into irrelevance in the face of his cock, immense, swollen, beading precum, and begging to be buried in someone. And as much as she absolutely hated it, she wanted that someone to be her. It was wrong, it was dirty, it was disgusting and degrading, and it was the only way to get more of that delicious, wonderous smell.

With tears pricking at her eyes as they stared up at the man's face with fear and loathing, Roxanne stretched and licked the cock with her tongue. She very nearly squirted right there; if the smell was irresistible, the taste was impossibly addictive. A mournful whine left her throat as she slowly fitted her lips around the bobbing length, sucking the dick further and further into her throat.

It was bliss unlike any other, indescribable and glorious with the promise for more. Still, she froze as her lips began sliding down the long, girthy shaft and stared up at the man. She couldn't do this, she told herself. She couldn't debase herself like this. She wasn't some whore who gobbled up every dick in sight. She couldn't be, she had worked too hard.

"Hey, why are you stopping? That feels really good," the man standing in front of her asked, looking down at her with confusion. "What, now that you've gotten a taste, you don't want it anymore?" Roxanne shook her head back and forth as well as she could with half a dick in her mouth. "You don't want to stop?" he asked, even more confused, to which Roxanne shook her head again. "Then why did you?"

Roxanne couldn't come up with an answer for that, not one that was satisfying at least. She didn't want to be a whore, but here she was, topless with her mouth sealed around a random stranger's dick, reveling in the flavor and smell of it. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, but she was the one doing it in the middle of a party, not to mention that she had been the one to initiate.

"Hey, are you going to keep going or not? Because if not, I'm gonna find someone who will," the guy said bluntly, shocking Roxanne out of her thoughts. Left with no other choice and trembling resolve, she slowly began blowing the man, her worries rapidly being eroded by the taste, feel, smell, and sight of penis. No matter her objections, sucking cock was just too good.

Semen suddenly filled her throat, breaking her from her absent minded revere. The abrupt jets filling her mouth left her **** but to swallow, though once the taste hit her, she wouldn't have done anything else anyways. She gulped it down, each mouthful making her cum gently on the pool tile. Sweeter ecstasy she had never tasted fueled her as she pushed aside her other sensibilities and she made her decision easily. Cum and cocks were too good to give up, she loved them too much. She never wanted to be without one in her mouth anymore, no matter what it took. She supposed she was a cockslut then, but couldn't bear to care. If dicks felt and tasted and smelled so good, who was she to resist them?

Happy and content with her fate, Roxanne released the man's dick from her mouth with a pop and grabbed at her big, round tits with both hands, jiggling them around. "You can fuck these if you want, but only if you finish in my mouth."

"Sounds fair to me. I could tell you were a bitch for dick," the man said, wasting no time in shoving his drool-slicked cock into Roxanne's sensitive cleavage. She worked her orbs quickly, her tongue already hanging out and ready for her next dose of cum while she looked forward to the one after that. And the next, and the next, and the next, for as long as there was a cock in reach.