This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is unintentional and highly improbable.
Copyright 2008 8008Fan at myway dot com

The Birthday Party

I was out at Club Diaphanous with my friends Mandy, Tiffany, and Christine for a girl’s night out/birthday party for Mandy. Courtney was also with us, which sort of surprised me, since Mandy and Courtney didn't really get along all that well. 

Mandy was turning 22 and her best friend, Christine, wanted to treat her to a bit more fun night out than your typical birthday party. And she wanted to get Mandy drunk so she could have some fun. Mandy was a probably the shyest of the bunch. In some ways, I couldn't blame her. She was sort of the "ugly duckling" of the group. At only 5'4", with mousy, uninteresting brown hair, no breasts to speak of, a somewhat out of shape body, and a nice, but not great face, she sort of disappeared when around us. I think it was only because Christine kept after her that she even came out at all.

Christine, the party organizer and friend of mine, was, like me, a hottie. 5'6", trim, with long, thick blonde hair that everybody was jealous of. She had warm, expressive brown eyes a great smile and C-cup breasts, which I was a bit jealous of. Though I liked my perky B-cup breasts, I secretly wished they were a bit bigger. As for the rest of me, I'm Alyssa, I'm pretty tall, 5'9", with chestnut brown hair, and, I like to think, a nice face: full, kissable lips and beautiful brown eyes. I work hard to keep my body trim, but I'm not naturally thin like Courtney. 

Tiffany was, I thought, actually the prettiest girl of all of us. But she worked hard not to draw attention to herself. She was really nice, but was rather shy and didn't like all the attention she got when she looked hot. So she tended not to wear much makeup and was careful to always wear clothes that weren't quite flattering for her. 5'7" tall, she was of Spanish-Swedish descent so her skin always looked like it was tan, but she had blue eyes and straight dark brown hair. She was like me in that she worked hard to keep her body trim. But lucky for her, she had a nice pair of C-cup breasts.

Courtney was the hottest of the group, and the alpha female. Tall, 5'10", with blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and a beautiful face, she was one of those genetic freaks in that she was not only athletically thin, but she had D-cup breasts to boot. Courtney tended to be the center of attention. In fact, she sort of demanded it. She made sure that all the guys wanted to hit on her and all the guys wanted to be with her. Not that she wanted to be with them. She just enjoyed watching the guys drool and fall all over her. And I have to admit she was bossy. And she especially enjoyed telling Mandy what to do. I could see that Mandy wasn't overjoyed at having Courtney join the party.

We'd just gone through the short VIP line - thanks to Christine - when I heard the burly security guard bark "hold it!" behind me. I was last in line of our group. Curious, I turned and looked. The security guard was holding back somebody who looked very forgettable. He was a rather plain-looking man and dressed extremely inappropriately for the club. He wore ratty tennis shoes, and old pair of jeans, and a threadbare t-shirt. This was a club where you either dressed up or didn't get in! 

'The nerve of some guys!' I thought.

He smirked as he glanced at me. I smiled reflexively and turned away. I heard him say, "I wish that you believe that I am a friend of the owner and that you should let me in." 

'You wish.' I thought, as I looked back again. I saw the guard apologize and let him in! Hello! There was a dress code! I couldn't believe it! 

Our eyes met again. He looked at me very intently, with a slight smile on his face. I smiled, embarrassed, and hustled to catch up with my friends who were pushing their way through the crowd.

I thought about how the intensity of his gaze sort of creeped me out. As I caught up with my friends, a chill ran up my back as I imagined him checking out my ass as I walked away from him. Nevertheless, since I bet he was checking me out, I couldn't help but show off a bit and 'do the walk' which I knew moved my ass most sexily. We took a circuitous path to our destination; to see and be seen. I glanced around, checking out the hot guys and girls. Perhaps I'd let one take me home and fuck me, I mused. I was suddenly feeling a bit horny.

The oddest thing was that, even after I knew he couldn't see me and I wanted to stop doing 'the walk', I couldn't quite seem to stop. It was like I'd forgotten how to walk any other way! I struggled to walk more normally until we headed upstairs to the more private section of the club. As we climbed the stairs, I fought the urge to survey the crowd behind me, to see if he was watching me sashay my way upstairs.

Christine had arranged a semi-private spot for us upstairs. We settled into a couple of couches that formed an "L"; a coffee table with a "Reserved" sign on it sat in the middle. 

I sat to the far right, next to Courtney. My friend, Christine sat next to Courtney. Mandy and Tiffany sat on the other couch. A buxom waitress came by and took our drink order. Odd, but I found myself admiring her breasts. I don't know what came over me. For some reason, girls were suddenly much more interesting to me than they used to be. 

Almost immediately, of course, a few brave guys started swooping in trying to chat us up. Five hot girls all by themselves were simply irresistible to players. Fortunately, Courtney was there to shoo them away. She could be a real class A bitch if needed and it was, for once, very useful. Though I was not as glad as I would normally have been since I sort of wanted to get fucked! She was chasing away prospects! 

After 5 or 10 minutes of blowing guys off, we were suddenly left in peace with our drinks. For a few minutes, we people-watched and gossiped in peace.

And then he showed up. The poorly dressed man I saw at the entrance. As he surveyed us, our eyes met again. I felt flush, not just from embarrassment, but also a definite sexual thrill. I didn't understand how or why I could feel like that with this guy. It made no sense.

"Hello ladies! How are we doing tonight?" he asked cheerfully. He leered at each of us in turn, obviously checking out our breasts! I was pissed but it also turned me on! 

"WE are doing fine. YOU need to leave. This is a private party." Courtney said in her iciest tone.

"So what's the party occasion? Birthday is it? Who is the birthday girl? I want to buy her a drink!" he said.

"It's none of your business whose birthday it is." Courtney said. I wondered how he knew it was a birthday celebration. There was no indication that it was a birthday celebration!

The mystery man ignored Courtney and said, "You can never get help when you need it. I wish that the cute waitress I saw downstairs a minute ago would come here and take a drink order!"

We exchanged wondering looks. Who was this guy? He had guts, though. Most guys were pretty intimidated by Courtney.

"Aren't you the cocky one? But sorry, we're not interested! We don't talk to guys wearing tennis shoes." Courtney barked at the man.

"I wish that you want to invite me to join you all for a drink. I don't bite! At least not unless you want me to!" he chuckled.

My jaw dropped when I heard Courtney say, "OK! Fine! If it will get rid of you, sit down and have a drink with us!" I glanced around at my friends. They were as surprised as I was. Even Courtney looked a bit shocked.

"Thanks! Don't mind if I do!" he said, looking around. "I wish that this table had been a chair for me to sit on." he said as he grabbed the chair that had been sitting right in front of him the whole time and sat down. What a strange man.

Just then, a rather confused waitress holding a serving tray with drinks on them showed up. 

"I don't know why I'm here, this isn't my section, but can I take your drink order?" she asked. 'She really was cute,' I thought. I wondered if she swung both ways, which made no sense since I'm not into girls.

"Thank you for coming." He chuckled like he had a private joke. "What's your name?" he said.

"Jessica" she replied, still looking confused.

"Nice to meet you Jessica. My name is Timmy. Jessica, I wish that you need to stand as still as a statue and wait till we figure out what we want to order before moving again" he said and turned toward us smiling. 

"But-" she said and then sort of froze.

"So what do you all want?" he asked. "It's on me!"

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Courtney replied icily, "We're fine. We already have drinks." She was back in form, I thought.

"Oh, OK!" he said and turned back towards Jessica, who had been completely motionless. I found that very odd. 

He surveyed the drinks on her tray. "I'll take that yellow thing you have there." he said to the frozen waitress.

"Ummm... this is for another customer," she replied meekly, suddenly reanimating herself.

"Of course! Silly me! It's just that I wish that you'd give me that drink anyway and then get whoever this was supposed to go to a double on the house."

"No... OK. Here you go." she said, handing him the drink and then she hustled away. I was quite surprised. It must be because he's a friend of the owner.

He tasted the drink and winced. "I wish that this drink was a well-mixed martini instead." he said, and tried it again. "Much better!" he sighed. "And I wish that whoever ordered this drink will have better taste in drinks. And as for our cute waitress, I wish that Jessica would be our waitress for the rest of the evening and that from now on, any time she hears her name, she'll have an orgasm."

I was shocked by what he'd just said. We all were. 

"Just what is wrong with you?" Courtney asked.

"Me? Nothing! Nothing at all! What's wrong with you?" he laughed.

"I don't know what came over me to invite you for a drink, but you need to leave. This is a private party." Courtney fumed.

Off in the distance, I heard a moan and the sound of breaking glass.

"But you invited me and we haven't even finished our drinks!" he replied, smiling his strange saccharine smile.

I took a swig of my drink, hoping to finish it quickly so we could leave.

"That's it. If you're not leaving, we will. Let's get out of here." Courtney replied bruskly and stood up. We all started to follow her lead.

"I wish that you all really want more than anything to sit down and stay where you are for the time being."

"Well, I don't want to leave just yet... and it would be rude to just get up and leave I guess," Courtney said suddenly but reluctantly as we all settled back into our seats in unison. I was perplexed. For some reason, I suddenly wanted to sit down and stay right where I was too. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why.

"Oh good! You've decided to stay! So which one of you is the birthday girl?" he asked as he surveyed us like a man reading the words on novelty t-shirts. I thought 'Hello! I'm up here, you jerk!'

We were all silent and tense. There was something strange going on that made me uncomfortable. I could tell by the somewhat tense expressions on my friends' faces that they felt the same way.

"I wish that the birthday girl would say her name." he said suddenly.

"Mandy" Mandy blurted. She looked shocked and covered her mouth.

"Oh! Well Happy Birthday!" he said, looking towards Mandy. "You're so shy! You're a pretty girl! Don't be so shy! For your birthday I wish that you have fun with everything that happens this evening like a young child would!"

"Oh! Thanks!" Mandy replied and giggled. I was surprised to see her mood suddenly brighten.

"You know," he said, glancing around at us; and when I say glancing I mean staring at our tits. "You know, I wish that you all had put on much sluttier and skimpier clothing tonight and had tits 2 cup sizes larger."

My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe what he'd just said! I glanced around at my friends. We all looked like hot, high class hookers already! My micro skirt, form fitting top and stripper boots weren't slutty or skimpy enough for him? Hell, my D-cup tits were practically spilling out of my top. Tiffany and Christine both were DD's and Courtney's natural E-cup tits were more than enough for any man! Even "flat-chested" Mandy had respectable B-cups. None of us needed bigger tits! Well, OK. I wouldn't have been opposed to being a cup or maybe two bigger. But still. It was rude to say something like that.

"You pervert," Courtney started in her iciest tone, "we're not strippers and my breasts are plenty big enough, thank you." 

"Breasts. Such a boring word. I wish that you all find yourselves using random vulgar terms for your body parts instead."

"Why don't you finish your drink and leave us in peace. We don't appreciate your company or your sexism!"

"Yes, yes. I'm sure you don't" he replied, dismissively. I was amazed that he stuck it out. The tension was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. "So. Mandy. Birthday girl." he said, turning toward Mandy and addressing her rack. "Do you have any birthday wishes?"

She laughed and said "yes".

"Do you wish for bigger tits?" he prompted.

"Ummm..." she giggled, embarrassed but strangely enjoying this.

"What is the matter with you? That is none of your damn business!" Courtney interjected. "And stop staring at her gazongas- ... hooters- ... " Courtney halted with her mouth open in surprise. "Titties!" she suddenly blurted out. "What- what is going on... how did you do that?"

Timmy chuckled and kept talking to Mandy. "So? Do you want bigger tits?" he repeated.

"Timmy, I don't know how you did what you did, but you need to leave now, or I'm going to get a manager to throw you out. This is not funny."

Mandy giggled. I don't know what was so funny about what was happening but she was clearly enjoying all of it.

Timmy just chuckled and started talking to Mandy's jugs again. "I wish that you will answer my questions honestly and-"

"Waitress!" Courtney called out waving to a passing waitress and cutting off Timmy. 

"Yes?" she said walking over to us. It was the one with the big hooters that had helped us initially. I silently drooled, thinking about them. They sat there like an unopened Christmas present: so inviting, and so unavailable. I couldn't understand why I was suddenly feeling so turned on by starting at her knockers.

"Please get a manager and tell him that this man is bothering us." 

"Certainly!" she said as she hustled off.

"I wish that we'd be left in peace for the rest of the evening and that she'd forget all about getting a manager but instead needs to go to the bathroom and get herself off for 30 minutes or so!" Timmy said.

"Why don't you just leave now 'Timmy' so there won't be any trouble? A manager will be here any minute."

"You're rude and you talk too much." Timmy said abruptly.

"Excuse me? What did you just say?" Courtney said.

"You heard me. You're rude and you talk too much. None of the other girls can get a word in edgewise with you around. I know all about girls like you."

"You don't know anything about me."

"Oh yes, I think I do. You're the kind of girl who never wears panties. You shave your pussy every day without fail which always gets you so excited that you have to play with yourself for an hour or two afterwards."

I was shocked by how vulgar he had suddenly become. I wanted to get away from this sexist pig, but I knew I couldn't just get up and go and leave my friends behind.

"Yeah keep it up. Real funny, you wacko. The manager is going to be here any minute." Courtney replied.

"And I'll bet that right now, you have your pussy stuffed with an achingly large vibrating dildo which you have to have in you all the time except-"

"You fucking pervert. Just go back to the rock you crawled out from under."

"Haha! And I'll bet you're the kind of girl who also keeps a painfully big butt plug crammed in her ass as often as possible-"

"Anything else? Or are you finished?"

"And you most certainly have that bra secretly stuffed with a pair of large pink water balloons so that people don't know that you're just a slutty, flat-chested girl."

"You wish! My knocker- ... fun bags- fuck you! ... are real!" Courtney said grabbing her rack and squeezing a bit.

He laughed. "Of course I wish that the things I've said recently about you are now true although for your friends they’ve always been true."

"I wish you'd just leave us in peace you pervert!"

'The man is completely nuts' I thought. I worried this could get ugly. I looked over to the other couch. Mandy just sat there smiling and enjoying the show. Tiffany looked scared. 

He chuckled.

Courtney suddenly bucked and cried out in pain. "Ow! Fuck! Oh! What- ooohh... ohmygod! What the fuck did you do to me?!? Owwww ooohhhh... " she yelped and moaned placing a hand on her crotch and reaching behind her. I could hear Courtney's vibrating dildo humming faintly next to me. I'd always thought it was strange that she needed to keep that thing in her. 

'What the hell is going on with her all of a sudden?' I wondered. I was amazed how well he'd read her though. He had her down to a T. Slutty, butt plug, vibrating dildo, and never wears panties. Well he probably heard the humming of her dildo. But the butt plug? It didn't seem possible he could have known that. I found myself wondering, 'Could it be that Courtney actually did fake having a huge rack?' She'd always bragged about her huge melons! But he'd been right about everything else.

"Ohmygod! Are you OK? What's wrong?!?" Christine asked the whimpering, writhing Courtney. 

"Oohh! My ass! And my cunt... snatch- dammit... cum dumpster! ... oh damn it hurts!" she cried out, while shifting about on the couch like she had ants in her pants. "How- What did you do!?! You fucking pervert!!" she suddenly screamed at Timmy. Timmy just chuckled.

"What wrong? Is your ass plug or your dildo pinching you?" Christine said. Christine tried to console our suddenly unglued friend. "Should I get some more lube for you?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?!? He did this to me!" she yelled to a shocked-looking Christine.

I looked around. Nobody was paying any attention at all! I couldn't imagine that nobody was looking with Courtney screeching like she was. 

"Ow! Oh god! God dam you! Stop this now you fucker!" she yelled at Timmy. I thought for a moment she was going to get up and attack him, but she stayed seated and rubbed her butt and crotch.

"Please Courtney! Calm down! It'll be OK! I promise!" Christine said, with a note of desperation in her voice.

Timmy continued, "I wish that you calmed down just a bit and wanted to pull off your top and take off your bra to prove me wrong about your tits."

"Fuck you! Oh! Ow! I will not! ... ooohhwow I've changed my- oh god... mind. I AM going to prove to you that my tits ooooh! are real!" Courtney said calming down a bit as she yanked her top off. Muttering "water balloons my ass" she reached behind herself and undid the clasp of her bra. 

When she undid the clasp of her bra, two pink water balloons slipped out of the cups and plopped into her lap. We all gasped with surprise. 

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! What the fuck?!? What did you do to me? You fucking bastard!" she wailed, staring at the two pink balloons in her lap as she finished removing her bra.

I looked over and was shocked. She really did have large pink water balloons stuffed in her bra! I was astounded. He was right! She did stuff her bra!! How in the hell did he know these things about her? I was a good friend of hers and I never knew!

Again, I glanced around us. I was amazed that nobody paid us any attention with Courtney topless and talking loudly. I looked down at Courtney's chest again. She really was flat as a pancake! I wondered how she'd managed to hide the fact that she was flat from us for so long. She had always been the cockiest of the bunch of us about having big boobies!

Courtney picked up her "melons" and stared at them. She pressed them up to her chest and rubbed them around. "Ohmygod! This can't be happening!! This can't be happening!"

"Is this some kind of joke? What did you do to her? And how do you know all these things about Courtney?" Christine asked Timmy while trying to console the hysterical Courtney. I was wondering the same thing!

Timmy laughed. "I know lots of things! For example, I know that you never wear a bra because they tickle your nipples so much that you need to masturbate for an hour for every minute you wear one and I know that you will show your tits to any guy who asks."

"What!?! That's not true!" She sounded very offended. I know I would have been!

"Oh I guess it's just that I wish that what I said was true." he replied. "Isn't it?"

"N-no" she replied, sounding uncertain. It was true though; she never wore a bra. With DD tits, it wouldn't take a genius to figure that out. But I had no idea why she never wore one. And she did have a tendency to flash her tits when guys asked her to! How he knew that was a much bigger mystery.

"And I know that you can't come, you want to fuck a lot because you're always very horny, you have a tattoo just above your ass crack that says "horny bitch", and your name is Fucksalot Cumsnot."

"Ohmygod! That's so disgusting! That's so not true! That's not my name!" Christine cried. I felt the same way. I didn't know where this guy got off saying things like that. I knew her name was Christine, not that nasty name he said!

Timmy replied, "Of course I wish that what I'd just said about you was true and that you want to tell me what your name is and if what I said is true, admit that what I said was true."

"You freak! My name is- ... Fuck- Fucksalot Cumsnot." Fucksalot said and then she paused for a moment and shook her head, "I- I- ohmygod! This is so embarrassing! Yes, it's true. All of it is true!" she said, dejectedly. Wow. I had no idea!! Who was this guy? How did he know all these things? I was a bit bewildered, remembering how sure I was that he was wrong. What had I been thinking?

"See? I knew it! Show me your tits!"

"Oh! Stop! That's not nice!" Fucksalot said as she pulled up her shirt and showed Timmy her succulent DD-cup gazongas! I leaned around Courtney to get a good look. "How- how did you know all that? I don't understand!" Fucksalot asked.

"As I said, I know lo-"

Courtney finally jumped back in the fray. "You fucking bastard pervert! Oh ow! Fucksalot can't help that she has to show her tits to anybody who asks! Leave her alone! Leave us all alone!" Courtney spat at Timmy still holding a pink water balloon in each hand.

He just chuckled. "Still talking? OK. I wish that for you it is now true but for everybody else it's always been true that when you get angry or irritated, you have the overpowering compulsion to give a blowjob to the nearest guy in the room who accepts your offer of a blowjob."

"Fuck you! I'll never- ... " she said then paused for a moment. I could see that she was struggling with something. "Do- do- you want a blowjob?" she suddenly asked. 

Here we go again! Every time she gets upset she starts asking every guy around if they want a blowjob. I shook my head. I glanced to Tiffany. Fearfully, she looked at me and shrugged. Mandy just laughed. She was far too happy tonight.

"OK. That sounds nice." Timmy said with a grin on his face.

As she got up and moved to Timmy, she said, "Help! Stop him! He's making me do this! I don't want to give him a blowjob." None of us said a word as she, insisting all the while that he was making her do this somehow, quickly undid his pants and put his rather large dick in her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down. 

The rest of us, except for Mandy, who amazingly enough, seemed to be enjoying everything, were stunned into silence. I think I can speak for all of us and say that we were confused by what was happening. I knew how she always started asking to give blowjobs to guys when she got irritated or angry, but why did she say the things she'd said about Timmy? How was he making her do this? For that matter, how did he know all these intimate details about us? 

I know I didn't have any answers. I wondered if he was some sort of hypnotist or if maybe our drinks had been spiked. I looked at Fucksalot. She looked as confused as I felt. Tiffany looked scared and was trying to sink into the couch. She was the closest to Timmy.

Timmy chuckled and patted Courtney on the head and said "Wow. You're really bad at this. I wish your name was 'Skanky Whore' and that you won't have another orgasm until 10 different guys tell you that you gave them the best blowjob of their life!"

I was astounded that he knew her name, but the rest of what he said was so inappropriate! I was starting to feel scared; I wanted to get up and leave. But my desire to stay right where I was overpowered my desire to flee. And, I hated that I was getting turned on looking at Skanky's vibrating dildo jammed into tightly stretched cumhole, not to mention her big lime green butt plug. I could feel my underwear getting damp. I wanted something inside me too, though nothing nearly as big as what Skanky had in her! I was mad at myself for feeling so horny and thinking about sex at a time like this.

Still, I felt bad for Skanky. I mustered up the courage to say something. Somebody had to stick up for Skanky.

"Please, Timmy. Leave Skanky alone! She can't help her blowjob addiction. You didn't have to accept!" I pleaded. Looking into his eyes made me feel even more turned on for some reason, which confused me.

"Perhaps true." Timmy said. "You are polite at least. However, one thing I just realized about you is that I wish that you had always been completely hairless below your neck and hadn't worn any underwear tonight." 

For a moment, I sat there confused. Did he just say what I thought he'd said? Then it hit me. "Ohmygod! How did you know that?" I blurted out. 'Did I flash him?' I wondered. That's always a possibility when wearing such short skirts. Shocked, I instinctively tightened my legs together. I could feel my cockhole getting really wet despite my fear and confusion. Why hadn't I worn underwear tonight of all nights? I was wearing next to nothing!

"Hmmm." he said, staring at my crotch. I felt so exposed. "You know, there's something else about you that I just figured out. I wish that it has always been true that wearing underwear makes you extremely horny within minutes of putting it on and that when you're horny you want to air out your pussy by spreading your legs apart and the hornier you are, the further you want to spread them."

I was stunned. How did he know these things about me? He even knew that I spread my legs to air out my pussy when I was feeling horny! As my mind raced in confusion about how he knew all my secrets, I became aware of how badly my meat wallet needed airing out. Instinctively, I spread my legs wide. My ears burned as I knew I was giving him a good show of my hairless gash. Now I really wished that I could wear underwear. But wearing it always made me so horny that it was just impractical to wear. 

"I-I don't understand! How do you know all this about me? And why do you keep saying 'you wish' for stuff that's true?"

"You mean, why do I say things like 'I wish that you had DD tits' when we both know that your tits are already DD?" 

I was surprised that he knew how large my cans were. "Y- yes. Like that."

"I know. I do that a lot it seems." he laughed. "It's just a way for me to say things that strike me as true. Like for example, I could easily say that I wish that your name was Pussy Diddlesalot and that you've always had the problem that unless both hands are actively busy doing something, you unconsciously diddle your clit with a free hand. But then, you know that's true too."

My ears burned as I realized what I was doing, now that I was paying attention. I'd been gently playing with my clit with the hand that I wasn't holding my drink with! "Ohmygod! I'm sorry! I'm so embarrassed!" I said, pulling my hand away. 

"That doesn't count! You could just see me doing that!" I really wished I wasn't horny. It was embarrassing to be flashing a complete stranger and playing with myself, even if I couldn't help it!

"No, you're right... Pussy. That one was pretty obvious." he laughed. 

"But I do know things that aren't so obvious."

I was fearful, yet curious as to what else he knew about me.

"Like- like what?" I asked. I racked my brain wondering what it could be.

"Well I know that you like girls as much as you like guys-"

"No! That's not true!" I was stunned and embarrassed. Though I had to admit to myself that I was finding girls extremely attractive all of a sudden. And not just in the 'oh look how pretty she is' way, but the 'I want to kiss her and do nasty things to her and be kissed and have nasty things done to me by her' way.

"Oh yes. And I know that when you're horny, once you touch one of your tits with a hand, you have an uncontrollable compulsion to keep playing with your tits with that hand until you come. And finally, I know that you've always had a secret burning desire to lick Christine- err… Fucksalot's pussy until she comes!"

"Ohmygod! That's so gross! None of that is true! I swear!" I stammered. I wondered who Christine was as I turned and looked at Fucksalot, "It's not true! I swear!" She stared back at me with a shocked and disgusted expression. I was alarmed and stunned. I couldn't understand why he would say these things about me. None of them were even remotely true!

"I wish that what I just said about you was true and that you feel like you should just come clean and admit to what things I've said about you that are true."

"No!" I cried, trying to deny the obvious. How the fuck did he know these things about me? I'd never told anybody of my burning desire to lick Fucksalot's snatch till she came! My ears burned with embarrassment. 

"Y-Yes. OK! I admit it! It's all true." I stammered. I tried to resist - it was just so embarrassing! But in the end, I knew I should just come clean and admit the truth. 

"Ohmygod! That's so gross! I'm not into chicks! I like guys! I like to fuck guys!" Fucksalot stared at me. Mandy giggled and Tiffany looked pretty disgusted too by my admission. Skanky said something but I couldn't understand her since Timmy's cock was in her mouth.

"I'm sorry Fucksalot!" I said, looking to Fucksalot. "I-I can't help it! I've just always... wanted to lick your- ... fuckslit-" Whoah. What did I just say? That didn't come out right. "Ohmygod! I’m sorry! Twat- What the hell?" I couldn't believe what I'd just said. I tried one more time to say the correct word, but it came out as "dick box". 

"Oh. My. God! It's so not funny to make fun of my name! That's not funny at all you lesbo skank!" Fucksalot said to me. I could tell she was now both disgusted and pissed at me.

I was horrified, embarrassed and humiliated by what just took place.

Timmy chuckled and gulped the last of his drink. "I wish that you girls wanted to finish your drinks too so we could order again!" he said. He was right; I did want to finish my drink. I needed some alcohol. This was all just too weird! We all suddenly gulped down the last of our drinks and set the glasses on the floor.

"Now where is our fine waitress, Jessica?" he asked to no one in particular. "I wish that Jessica would come here and take our drink order."  

Moments later, our rather disheveled-looking waitress showed up.

"Oh my god! What are you doing?" she said, staring at me with my legs spread wide airing out my beaver - and I was diddling myself again, dammit!- and Skanky going to town on Timmy's cock. "Can I take your drink order? What is going on?!? You can't do that here!" she said. She clearly wanted to leave, but stayed where she was waiting for our drink order.

Skanky started to mutter and gurgle loudly as her head continued to bob up and down on his shaft and then she started trying to push herself off of his cock.

"I wish that Skanky Whore plays very roughly with her tits when she gives blow jobs." he said. Skanky really began to scream and moan as she began to forcefully grab and pinch her tiny funbags.

"Jeeze." he said rolling his eyes. "I wish that Skanky doesn't realize that she can only hum when she tries to say anything." And sure enough, Skanky started humming as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft! "Oooh! Much better!" he chuckled.

I was amazed. How in the hell did he get her to do that? Was he a hypnotist after all?

The waitress looked horrified but stayed where she was. 

"Now, Mandy! What is your favorite drink?" he turned and asked Mandy. I was appalled to realize she was still having a grand time.

"Ummm..." she giggled. "Lemon Drop" she replied gleefully.

"Excellent! And you," he continued, looking towards the cringing Tiffany, "what is your favorite drink?"

"Uh..." she said nervously.

"I wish that you'd tell me your favorite drink." he said.

"Chocolate milk!" she blurted out and then clapped her hands over her mouth.

Timmy laughed "Chocolate milk! You are the racy one! I suppose I should have said alcoholic drink, but no matter. This is even better!" Addressing Jessica, he said "I wish that your tits start to produce very tasty chocolate milk."

"Whaat?" the waitress said. "What do you mean?"

"Oh yes! And I wish that your first name is 'Milkmaid' and that you you'll produce at least a gallon of milk per day, minimum."

"I don't understand. What's going on!?! Ohmygod! What's happening to me?" she said, grabbing her cans. "Ohmygod! What did you do?!?" 

"Go ahead and let me try some." he said.

"No!"

"Fine. I wish that you've forgotten up to now about the fact that you didn't wear any clothing to work today and you will let anyone who asks drink from your tits."

"Oh no! How did I forget to dress myself?" the waitress cried as she suddenly rushed to cover her naked slit with one hand and her naked honkers with the other arm. I was wondering when she'd notice that she was naked! Not that I really minded all that much. Actually, I have to admit that I rather enjoyed it. I loved seeing her bush and her perky B-cup rack. But I couldn't imagine how the manager had let her work with no clothes on! This wasn't a strip club!

"Hmm... this won't do." Timmy continued, looking at her crotch. Her cumslit was pretty hairy. Even so, I wouldn't have been opposed to feeling it on my face.

"I wish that you've always had the fetish of shaving your pussy bare every day and afterwards fucking yourself for two hours with your eight inch long two and a half inch thick dildo to see how many times you can come which is always zero unless you've let people suck at least a gallon of milk from your tits the previous day."

"How do you know that, you pervert?" Milkmaid asked. 

"I just do! Hmmm..." Timmy said. "I wish that Milkmaid's tits had always been perky DDs and that she can't bring her hands closer than a foot from her tits. No point in covering up the dispensers!" he finished, chuckling.

Milkmaid's one hand suddenly sort of slid off to the side of her delicious DD melons. They were so perky I could barely stand it! I was becoming so horny that I picked my feet off the floor and hooked the heels of my boots on the edge of the couch which allowed me to spread my legs really wide to give my poor skankhole the air it needed. I didn't even bother trying to stop myself from fingering my cumbucket and diddling my clit. 

Milkmaid momentarily forgot all about covering her bald snapper and tried instead to cover her DD balloons which seemed to be suddenly untouchable. No matter how hard she tried, she never got her hands any closer than about a foot from her funbags; they just circled around her jugs like there was an invisible force field keeping her hands away. 

"What did you do? How are you doing this?" she asked with a note of desperation in her voice.   

"Could I try some chocolate milk?" he asked.

Even though I was amazed and somewhat frightened by what was happening to Milkmaid, I hate to admit it, but I really wanted to try some milk too. OK. I just wanted to suck on her boobies. I shook my head. How could I even think about sex at a time like this? Everything that was happening was so scary and impossible. Was he a hypnotist? It was all like a dream. I was grateful that he hadn't done anything to me yet. Well, other than to get me to admit to my Fucksalot cooter-licking fetish. But that was just embarrassing! 

"NO!... OK!" she said and stepped over to him bending over slightly to shove her delicious DD melons into his face. He began to suck on her right jug, obviously enjoying the experience. She tried to grab his head and push him off, but he was well within the force field that suddenly seemed to surround her melons. The waitress looked around wearing a desperate expression as her arms made crazy circles around her boobies trying to get her hands anywhere near them. I felt bad for her but was too turned on, not to mention scared, to do or say anything. 

After a minute, he finished. "Wow! I'm not into chocolate milk, but that was tasty! Thank you!"

"Go to hell," she said.

"OK. But first I wish that Mandy and her friend next to her would ask to have a drink," he said.

"Could we have a drink?" both of my friends asked in unison. Mandy giggled, "That was so cool! How did you make me say that?" Tiffany clapped her hands over her mouth, looking surprised.

"OK" the stunned waitress said and promptly moved over to the two girls.

Mandy giggled some more and just stared at Milkmaid, while Tiffany pushed herself back as far as she could go in the couch. Both just sat there staring at the waitress' headlights. 

"Go on! Try it!" Timmy said to my friends. I couldn't see exactly what was going on since Milkmaid was standing in front of them, but after a moment, Timmy said, "Oh all right. I wish that Mandy and her friend sitting next to her whose name is 'Pussylicker Cuntstuffer' would drink from the closest tit for the next 5 minutes."

I heard Pussylicker say, "What? Wait! Mmmmph!" as both she and a gleeful Mandy suddenly leaned forward, grabbed the waitress' waist with one hand and pulled her onto her knees on the couch and clamped their mouths on her gazongas and began suckling. 

"Also, I wish that Pussylicker only comes when the woman whose pussy she's licking comes and her cunt is stuffed with a somewhat painfully large vibrating dildo and once Pussylicker starts licking a pussy, she doesn't want to stop until she comes. And I wish that it is true now but for everybody else it's always been true that she now has a rather painfully large vibrating dildo in her cunt which is hooked to her 6 labia rings and that if she unhooks any rings from her dildo she won't be able to have an orgasm."

Pussylicker suddenly moaned and grabbed her crotch with her other hand and it looked like she started tugging on her vibrating dildo through her panties! 'How gross' I thought. She should play with her dildo in private. It was bad enough that she always had it stuffed in her. She didn't need to advertise the fact.

"Hmm..." I heard Timmy start. I turned to see what he had to say. I felt another thrill run through me. I tried to open my legs a bit more to let my muff air out just as much as I could manage. "Now we need some entertainment... I wish that the two most uptight girls in this place would come over here and stay till dismissed and that nobody else would notice they are missing or think it unusual they are here."

I watched a very hot, well-dressed woman in her late 20's with big titties who had been walking by suddenly change course and walk towards us with a perplexed expression on her face. "Oh my god! What's going on? Who are you people? How are you making me stay here? Why can't I leave?" she said as she surveyed us.

First she stared at Skanky going to town on Timmy and then she stared at my two friends sucking on the naked Milkmaid's tits and finally she stared at me with my legs spread wide, which was extra embarrassing because I realized that I'd been diddling myself again.

A few moments later, a thin, also quite attractive, barely 21-looking girl appeared to my right. "Who are you people? How did you make me come here?" she asked. I thought that was an odd question. 'Why wouldn't you be here?'

"Hello ladies. My name is Timmy, and this is Skanky Whore" he said, nodding downwards at Skanky, whose head bobbed up and down on his dick. "She is really bad at giving blowjobs so I'm letting her practice on me." Skanky started humming more loudly again but she didn't stop her blowjob or mashing her nearly non-existent titties. "I wish that the rest of the girls would say their full names, starting with Pussylicker on my right and working left" he said.

Pussylicker popped her head around the waitress’ waist and said, "My name is Pussylicker Cuntstuffer."  A thin dribble of brownish fluid dribbled down her chin. She looked a bit frightened before her head disappeared and she resumed drinking from the waitress' boobie.

"My name is Milkmaid Daneri." Milkmaid said. 

"My name is Mandy Smith" Mandy giggled popping around the other side.

"My name is Fucksalot Cumsnot" Fucksalot said, looking surprised.

I imagine I wore the same expression because I found myself blurting out, "My name is Pussy Diddlesalot." It was the strangest experience. It was like I wasn't in control of my mouth for a moment.

The two women just stared at us like we were from Mars. The younger girl was obviously staring at my hairless fuckhole, which I didn't appreciate. I couldn't help that my twat needed to be aired out and that I was so horny I was basically finger-fucking myself by that point!

"You're probably wondering why you're here. We're having a contest!" Timmy announced, addressing the two confused girls. "The first one of you two that makes the other one come wins the other girl. Go!"

The two girls just stood there looking confused. 

"I'm not doing anything you freak!" the hotter, older one finally said.

"I don't understand what is happening! Why can't I leave?" the young one bleated staring back and forth between me and the back of Skanky Whore's head as she bobbed it up and down on Timmy's fat cock.

"We're having a 69 contest. You can leave when you're finished." Timmy said with a matter-of-fact tone to the younger girl. 69 contest? What the hell was going on? 

"You fucking pervert! You can't do this. My boyfriend will kill you when he finds out what you're doing. He's a football player." the older woman said.

I couldn't get over how hot she was. I sort of looked forward to watching them go 69 on each other. That made me think about Fucksalot. I glanced over at her. I found myself staring at her lap. I thought about how, just 3 feet away, her twat sat just begging to be licked by me.

"I wish that your boyfriend was at home fucking your best friend silly and will dump you when you get home."

"I'm calling him right now!" she said digging through her purse.

"I wish that your name was Nippleclamp Dildodgargler and that once you think about making a phone call, you need to get the nipple clamps you always keep in your purse out and then undress completely and put them on those three-quarter inch-long half-inch thick nipples that you've always had and tighten the nipple clamps painfully tight onto your nipples." Timmy said.

"Yeah you wish you freak!" she muttered. "I'm- I'm- First I'm putting on my nipple clamps and- and then I'm going to call my boyfriend you asshole!" I watched as she dug through her purse. Actually, I couldn't help but to stare at her amazingly huge nipples that poked through her thin top. I wondered how I hadn't really noticed them before Timmy mentioned them.

She found her nipple clamps and then paused for a moment. She appeared to be fighting herself, as if she couldn't quite decide what to do. And then she dropped her clothes to the floor and kicked off her shoes and put on her nipple clamps.

"Oh! Ow! Fuck! Enjoy the view you pervert! You are going to be so fucking- ow! dead when I get my boyfriend! Sssssss oh that hurts..." she spat at him as tightened them down.

My heart fluttered staring at her naked body. I was sort of glad the cat was out of the bag that I was bisexual. Now I could freely gawk at girls! I wanted to kiss her and lick her and touch her and be touched by her. I spread my legs just a bit further apart as I ran through my private fantasy.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm quaking in my boots. But, I wish that you realize that after your nipple clamps are on good and tight, that you need to get the clit clamp that you keep in your purse and fasten it nice and painfully tight on that double normal sized clit that you've always had."

How had I missed her giant clit? It was quite visible, erupting from the folds of her twat I noted. Strange.

"And I wish that after you get your clit-clamp on, you realize you need to pull the seven inch long two inch thick dildo-gag you always keep stashed in your pussy out of your pussy, attach it to the straps you keep in your purse, and deep throat that dildo-gag and fasten it in place. I wish that your gag reflex was just barely low enough that you won't vomit or anything like that."

By the time Timmy had finished speaking, she was tightening her clit clamp down. She grunted and moaned from the pain, but did it anyway. It was frightening how he could figure out what she was going to do before she did it. 

"You fucker! Fuck! OH that hurts! You're so dead! Just you wait! Once I'm done, I'm calling my boyfriend and you're going to be so screwed when he finds out!" she said as she pulled a large dildo out of her snatch! Just like Timmy had said was there! I was amazed. How did he know that she had all of that stuff? For a second, I wondered if I was on some sort of X-rated candid camera. It was just too unreal. This went way beyond hypnotism! 

She got some straps out of her purse, attached them to the base of the dildo, and, somehow, managed to choke that sucker down to the point where the base was just sticking out of her mouth before she fastened the straps around her head.

She kept her head tilted back and made gurgling noises while she fished blindly for her phone.

Timmy chuckled. I was a jumble of emotion. Amazement, fear, lust and more were all tumbling around inside me. I didn't know what to say or do. I think I was too scared to run away because I really wanted to stay seated where I was for the time being.

After a few seconds, she found her phone and dialed it. Only then did she appear to realize she wasn't going to be saying much while deep-throating her giant dildo! She started gurgling loudly, dropped the phone and purse, and moved to remove the gag.

"Oh, I wish that that from now on, when you're horny like you are right now, you feel the overpowering compulsion to do what you've just done and leave all of it in place until you come. I wish that you can only come when all three items are in place. And I wish that you get horny randomly once per day and any time you think of calling someone."

Nippleclamp started gurgling up a storm and she dropped her hands away from her face. Her face got very red and she gave him the finger!

Timmy just laughed. "OK and I wish that after you get your dildo-gag in place, you feel the overwhelming compulsion to painfully squeeze and knead your very, very fake F-cup tits that everybody else thinks you've always had." 

Nippleclamp moaned and sort of grunted as she suddenly grabbed her oh-so-fake tits and began forcefully crushing them together and grabbing them with her hands.

"Finally," he continued, "I wish that you'd lie on your back on the floor and then keep your feet together and knees at least two feet apart." 

Nippleclamp flopped down on the floor and her legs sort of flopped open. It looked like she briefly tried to close them, but it was no use. She lay on her back, gurgled and rocked back and forth on the floor a bit while forcefully mashing and kneading her tits.

My heart trembled. How can he know all these things and make her do these things? It didn't seem possible. No hypnotist could do this! I felt extremely grateful not to have been made to play with my tits or anything like that. She squeezed them so hard. It looked like it hurt! I certainly didn't want to attract any attention! 

Then he looked at the younger girl. She quaked, looking fearfully between Timmy and Nippleclamp. 

"Well, at least you were quiet. But you still didn't follow instructions."

"What- what do you mean?" she asked.

He ignored her and continued. "I wish that your name was '69 Queen' because unless you're licking pussy and also getting your pussy licked,  about the only thing you can think about more than 4 hours after you last came is licking pussy and getting your pussy licked."

"What? What do you- ... mean...?" she stopped and looked around with a dazed look on her face. Then she saw Nippleclamp on the floor, naked and exposed. 69 tore off her jeans and underwear and dropped down on Nippleclamp and began to lick her cumhole for all she was worthwhile shoving her own hairy skankhole into Nippleclamp's face. Occasionally, 69 would take a break to beg Nippleclamp to lick her muff before burying her face back in the woman's crotch.

Timmy laughed and I heard him say "Oh and I wish that it's always been true that 69 waxes her pussy at least once per week. ... They're kind of duds aren't they, Pussy?"

I turned away from the scene and felt my fuckhole clench with the desire to have it filled yet at the same time, I needed to air it out. Though frightening, the scene had also turned me on I realized as I looked at him. I was so horny that I kept diddling myself even though I knew that Timmy was staring at me masturbating. And I was uncomfortably aware of how similar my position was to Nippleclamp’s. Had he gotten the idea for her to keep her legs apart from me? Nevertheless, I was glad that my meat wallet was getting a good airing even if it was terribly embarrassing to do it right in front of him. I was also scared witless! 

"I think we need somebody else to entertain us. How about it?" he said, grinning and staring intently at my crotch. Despite my horniness, I started to feel so self-conscious that I pulled my hand away from my suffocating cunt and used that hand, which was slick with my juices, to help pull my knees farther apart. 'God this is so embarrassing', I thought.

"I- I don't know what you mean, T- Timmy." I said fearfully.

"I wish that that you know that if you took off all your clothes and lay on your back on the couch and masturbated and played with your tits that Fucksalot might let you lick her pussy as long as you don't stop doing any of that." he replied grinning.

"Huh?" I had a moment of confusion as I processed his words. "Oh my god, yes! You're right!" I cried out as I suddenly realized that the time might be right! I hurriedly stripped off my clothes and lay on my back and started furiously rubbing my cumslit and playing with my rack. I was so excited. It felt so good to really let go and masturbate and I was about to get a chance to do something I'd dreamed about for a long time!  

I looked up at Fucksalot. "Please, Fucksalot! Let me try!" I begged. I wanted to lick her cumhole and make her come! This was my chance! 

"No!" she said, looking at me with an expression of shock and disgust.

I turned to the grinning Timmy for help. I felt my pussy heat up even more when our eyes met. I stretched my legs apart even harder trying to give my gash maximum air as I rubbed my clit, fingered my cum dumpster and played with my cans.  

He grinned and I heard him say, "I wish that Fucksalot's underwear disappears and that she is now hairless below her neckline and she positions herself to let Pussy lick her twat."

Fucksalot yelped and I eagerly watched a confused Fucksalot to settle her naked slit onto my face, cradling my head between her knees. I eagerly and gratefully licked her snapper for all I was worthwhile I masturbated and played with my melons. My hands felt so good on my naked flesh. 

I was so horny and so turned on by finally getting a chance to make Fucksalot come that after just a few minutes, I came hard. I shuddered and moaned as the blissful orgasmic feelings washed through me. And even though it no longer felt so good since I wasn't horny, I continued rub myself and play with my tits because I was afraid that Fucksalot might not let me lick her beaver if I stopped. 

After a few more minutes of working on Fucksalot's dripping dick box, I could faintly hear her start to moan and she started to grind herself on me. Just thinking that Fucksalot might be close to cumming got me excited all over again.

After a while, I felt another orgasm build inside of me. My hips bucked when the orgasm shuddered through me. I felt so good for a moment. But then I sort of wanted to stop; masturbating and playing with my honkers didn't feel very good any more. But I knew that, more importantly, unless I continued, Fucksalot wouldn't let me make her come! And I a burning desire to make her come! 

I could hear Fucksalot talking. I could hear that Timmy and some other women were talking. But, with Fucksalot's legs covering my ears, I couldn't determine anything they were saying. 

For I don't know how long - 5? 10 minutes? - I masturbated mechanically while I concentrated all my creative efforts on Fucksalot's cooter. Eventually, I could feel my own dick box begin to feel claustrophobic again. Instinctively I spread my legs as my own body warmed to my efforts. My face was covered with Fucksalot's pungent juices. My mouth, and my hands and arms ached from my exertions. I needed a break, and that's when I made a mistake: I tried to switch hands, so that the one that I'd been using to play with my gazongas could play with my cunt and vice versa. But when I switched, I was so distracted with other things that I'd forgotten that I can't just stop playing with my tits if I'm horny. My one hand came up and before I knew it, I was playing with my tits with both hands! 'Oh shit!' I thought. 'Now what am I going to do!?!'

For a moment, instinct overruled intellect and I tried with all my might to pull a hand free to rub my suddenly lonely twat. It was no use of course. I couldn't pull a hand free to save my life! I felt the orgasm that had been building up within me slip away. My hips bucked wildly as I tried to simultaneously give my pussy air and rub myself against something. It was an impossible task since one foot was on the floor and the other was hooked over the back of the couch so I could stretch my legs far apart.

I writhed in agony, partly because I so desperately craved to feel something against my clit and in my dickbox, and partly because I feared that Fucksalot might see that I was no longer masturbating and stop letting me lick her muff. This longing and fear went on for what seemed ages, but it was probably just a minute before I suddenly felt someone shove something into my cockhole. It took me a second to realize it was a vibrator. It was very large. I felt stretched to the limit -- I'd never felt anything so big inside me before -- but it felt good nonetheless. 

My new vibrator's buzz was like a pacifier to a baby. It's warm vibration spread all through my cunt and I felt my whole body tingle several times before I found myself orgasming a few minutes later. Afterwards, I was relieved to have my hands free again. Immediately, I moved a hand down to my fuckslit so that I could start masturbating again. I was so thankful that Fucksalot either hadn't noticed that I'd stopped masturbating or was still willing to let me lick her and make her come even though I hadn't been masturbating. 

Fucksalot still hadn't come, so I wasn't going to stop licking, playing with my tits or masturbating! Though thankful for its service, I tried a few times to pull the vibrator out of my pussy since I didn't need it any more. But it was a very tight fit and slippery and I didn't want to stop masturbating for long. After a few attempts, I just gave up concentrated on working my clit. 

I came several more times before Fucksalot suddenly jumped up off my face. "Wait! I cried out. Where are you going? What are you doing? Come back! Please!" It was my big chance and I'd blown it! She hadn't come yet!  

"I'm sorry!" she said as she got off of me and walked towards Timmy. I was shocked to see that she was naked. And floored when I realized her formerly long, blonde hair was short and dark. And her honkers were amazingly huge and very fake. My brain swam with the impossibility of the changes to Fucksalot. I wondered if I was having some sort of strange dream. How did she end up with giant fake tits? Why, they were almost the same size as me with my DD boobies with 1250cc implants! At least mine looked sort of real. And what happened to her hair? Was she wearing a wig? Was this some kind of joke being played on me? How did she end up naked? She was sitting on my face the whole time! It would be impossible to take off her miniskirt without me noticing! At least I thought it would. 

I figured that Timmy must be responsible somehow. But nobody had that kind of power, did they? I was grateful that he hadn't altered me, though I feared that he might, though how he could do such things was beyond me.

All these questions spun around in my orgasm addled brain while I lay on my back and continued to masturbate and play with my tits. I knew that there was no way she was going to come back if I stopped! Fucksalot cried out as she impaled her ass on his cock and then began French kissing him. 'Damn but she does fuck a lot,' I thought. She yelped when he pinched her nips and squeezed her overstuffed hooters. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she barked as she bounced up and down on his lap. 'Dammit! I want her to be doing that on my face!' I thought as I watched her.

I wondered what happened to Slutty. She was nowhere in sight as I looked around me. That was when I saw my next stunner. First, Pussylicker was going to town on Mandy's slit. And second, Mandy had tits! Big ones! And long blonde hair! And she was beautiful and thin! What was going on? Mandy paid no attention to me while she giggled and rested a hand on Pussylicker's head, obviously enjoying her and my friend's efforts. Pussylicker's short skirt did nothing to hide her naked bottom. I wondered why she took off her underwear exposing her cooter to the world. I couldn't wear underwear because wearing a bra or panties made me so horny. But she didn't have that problem. I was both disgusted and turned on to see her vibrating dildo hooked to her cuntflaps with a series of rings. 

I tried to catch sight of Skanky Whore, but I couldn't find her. For once I regretted having my 1250cc implants since they blocked so much of my view when I lay on my back. Even so, I was glad I'd gotten the implants. I tried to think back to the surgery but I couldn't remember any details. That was odd, I thought. I momentarily thought about sitting up, but I knew that if I stopped lying on my back masturbating and playing my headlights, that there was no way Fucksalot would let me lick her till she came. 

I glanced back at Timmy. He was frenching Fucksalot and staring right at me. I suddenly felt the urge build inside me to give my fucktunnel some air. I guess it was exciting for me to watch him screw Fucksalot in the ass while frenching her.

Since Fucksalot was busy fucking Timmy and that just made me think of what I was not getting to do, I looked towards the ceiling and concentrated on pleasuring myself. After a while, I came again but I refused to stop! Even though my arms were aching, and Fucksalot was still obviously busy, I wanted to be ready! I couldn't believe how long Timmy could last. Most guys cum within a minute or two! I sort of wanted Timmy to fuck me. Even better, I could lick Fucksalot's skankhole while Timmy fucked me! I watched Fucksalot squeak and bounce up and down on Timmy's lap for a couple more minutes before he came. For a minute, he closed his eyes and relaxed while Fucksalot got off of him and knelt down and began licking his cock clean.

Then Timmy opened his eyes and looked at me and grinned. I felt that familiar thrill run through me when our eyes met. I was glad I was masturbating already and that my legs were already splayed wide on the couch giving my gash the air that it needed. Fucksalot would be free soon, I hoped! I felt another orgasm build inside me thanks to my newfound horniness.

It wasn't long before I cried out as a powerful orgasm crashed through me. This one was strong and lasted for a while. When it was over, I still masturbated of course! I didn't want to chance Fucksalot seeing me not masturbating or playing with my tits. My arms burned, but it was so much more important to keep going and not lose a chance to fulfill my burning desire!

For a while I just closed my eyes and concentrated on what I needed to do, praying I'd get a taste of Fucksalot again. I hoped I wasn't being too rough on my 1750cc implants. It's expensive to get them replaced! After I don't know how long, I opened my eyes and looked over at Timmy again. Whoo! I felt that familiar thrill run through me! I was dismayed to see that Timmy rested his feet on Pussylicker's back and that she was locked in a 69 embrace with Fucksalot! And her jugs were huge and fake too! They looked like they were about the same size as Pussylicker’s!

"How is it going?" he asked obviously enjoying the show I was putting on. "I- I'm getting tired! Is- is Fucksalot coming back?" I said looking at her. Both of my friends were completely naked. They moaned and groaned while going to town on the other's snatches. Pussylicker definitely seemed to be enjoying the licking part more than Fucksalot. She was quite energetic.

I think I had a hint of desperation was in my voice because he said, "Oh. Right. No, not right now. I wish that your clit was twice as sensitive and that the next time you come, you will conclude that she won't be coming back to give you another chance this evening."

As I felt my orgasm suddenly begin to build in me, I thought it was strange how he'd wished my clit was more sensitive since it didn't feel any more sensitive than it ever was. I'd always had what most people would consider a super-sensitive clit! It was both a blessing and a curse. Within a few moments I cried out and shuddered as yet another orgasm crashed through me. This orgasm felt even more intense and seemed to last even longer than the last one, though it's hard to be sure. I was getting pretty tired which might have explained it.

When I came to, I lay exhausted on the couch. My arms ached, and everything was kind of sore. The vibrator that was in my snatch still jangled me pleasurably. I still wanted Fucksalot to sit on my face so I could lick her slit till she came but, seeing as how Fucksalot was still getting her pussy licked by Pussylicker, my hopes for the evening were dashed. I knew she wasn't going to come back this evening. I thought about the next night. I figured I could spare a few hours naked on my back on the couch at home masturbating and playing with my tits if there was a chance she'd let me lick her till she came!

Now that I had a chance to get a good look, I realized that both Fucksalot's and Pussylicker's balloons were actually smaller than mine. I don't know what I was thinking. Pussylicker was on top gently squeezing her large ripe melons while she eagerly licked Fucksalot. I watched them for a bit pondering what had happened to them and who had done it to them. And how such a thing could have been done. I couldn't believe such a thing was even possible, but their tight, fake, honeydew melon sized tits were proof that it was possible. Somehow Timmy must have done this.

Watching them pleasure each other made me jealous and horny after a while. The vibrator buzzing in my cumhole didn't help either. Damn! I wished I was Pussylicker licking Fucksalot's snatch. I moaned softly and spread my legs to give my cockhole some air as I stared at them. I was already starting to feel horny again. I was so tired otherwise I would have started to masturbate again. I knew right then that I would for sure be flat on my back, naked on the couch at home masturbating and playing with my tits the next night. I just hoped that would be enough to get Fucksalot to let me lick her!

After a while, I couldn't take the torture any longer. I turned to look over at Mandy. It was a shock all over again. At first I didn't recognize her. She was still sitting in her spot giggling with some woman's head under her skirt. It took me a few moments to realize that the woman who was pleasuring Mandy must have been Skanky. How many chicks have both a butt plug and a large vibrator jammed in them? Not to mention how many play so roughly with their tits and hum while licking a snapper? And the micro-skirt and shoes matched what I remembered Skanky wearing. But she was noticeably chunkier than I remembered her being. Her belly pooched and hung a bit, her ass was sort of big and her legs, which used to be smooth, muscular and perfect, were heavy with a touch of cellulite.

But I didn't dwell on what had happened to Skanky for long. Mandy captured the bulk of my attention. She was rail thin with stupendously large titties. They looked like a pair of basketballs! They made my rack with my 2000cc implants look small in comparison! I gulped a few times taking in the sight before I studied the rest of her. She had long, curly, platinum blond hair. Her face was noticeably prettier than before, too. In fact. She had a stunning face.

"Mandy? Ohmygod! Are you OK?" I asked. 

"Of course! Ohmygod! This has been the best birthday party ever!" she giggled.

That instantly reminded me of Timmy. I looked over toward him. He just sat there grinning, staring at me.

"Timmy, what did you do to Mandy?" I asked as I started to sit up. But I felt myself suddenly flush with sexual energy as I looked at him. Instead, of sitting up, I hooked one leg over the back of the couch like I'd done earlier. It was odd, but the couch seemed a bit bigger than I remembered. But I didn't worry about that too much since I could stretch my legs even a bit wider apart to give my fuckslit as much air as possible. And the vibrator, thanks to my very sensitive clit, sent a small trickle of pure pleasure leaking into my brain. I realized I'd been gently diddling with my clit to boot. Good god! Diddlesalot is right! It was strange how appropriate my last name turned out to be!

"Birthday presents." he smiled.

"Birthday presents?" That made no sense.

"Yes. She got all her birthday wishes. Taller, skinnier, prettier, bigger tits... Skanky..."

"How can you do this?"

"Magic!" he chuckled.

That wasn't helpful and Fucksalot and Pussylicker's moans were distracting. I looked at them and frowned. Actually I glared. 'Dammit! I wish they'd finish already so Fucksalot would be free for me to lick her cumbucket! Pussylicker shouldn't have all the fun!' I thought. My diddling on my clit started to become more akin to outright masturbation. I writhed a bit trying to readjust my legs so that I gave my fuckslit maximum air. Thanks to the vibrator jammed in me, I felt extra claustrophobic. I was feeling quite horny and the sexual frustration of wanting to, but not being able to lick Fucksalot's beaver while lying there watching her get licked by Pussylicker not more than five feet from me was starting to drive me wild.

"What's wrong?" Timmy asked suddenly.

"I want Fuckslit to come over here so I can lick her snatch- cum dumpster- dammit! That's not what I wanted to say! Her- her meat wallet! Arrgh!" It was frustrating not be able to say the correct word! I kept thinking I was saying the right word right up till it came out of my mouth! I gave up and forged on. "I want to be the one to lick her dick box- fuck! till- till she comes, but she's letting Pussylicker lick her!" I was bothered by the fact that I couldn't say the right word for cumslit. What the hell was wrong with me?

Timmy chuckled, "There's always another day. Besides, what do you want me to do about it? They seem to be pretty busy."

"Can't you make Fucksalot come over here?" I asked.

He just laughed. "I suppose I could. But that would be greedy! Let the other girls have some fun too!" 

I wanted so badly to lick Fucksalot's cooter and make her come. It was frustrating that Timmy wouldn't help me. I was getting tired of being on my back. I couldn't see much. My funbags blocked too much of my view. But how could I do that and still keep my legs spread? Hooking a leg over the back of the couch allowed me to really stretch myself wide! I couldn't see how I could keep airing out my poor stuffy muff if I sat up. Eventually I gave up thinking about trying to sit up and lay where I was and frankly, masturbated in front of Timmy. It was rather embarrassing but he didn't seem to mind my activity. I was so horny it just felt too good to stop.

"Besides. You look like you're having enough fun as it is!" he chuckled.

"Why- why did you change everybody but me?"

Timmy laughed at that question. My cheeks burned. It wasn't a stupid question!

"Because I like you!" he replied after he finished laughing for a while.

Really? He likes me? I couldn't help but feel flattered, not to mention a bit relieved. But I didn't say anything. I was beginning to breathe heavily thanks to an orgasm wasn't very far off.

"Why, did you want me to change you? Like perhaps, I wish that Pussy has half-inch long, three-eighths inch thick nipples pierced by rings and that her nipples are constantly erect and tingle and are twice as sensitive to pleasure as normal. Like that?"

"What? No! Oh!" Suddenly my nipples felt funny. They started to tingle and I felt them stretch and become hard. Startled, I clapped my hands over my nipples. I could feel my rock-hard nipples pressing firmly into the palms of my hands. As pleasurable sensations washed from my nipples into me, I felt my control over my arms slip away as the compulsion to play with my tits flooded into them. For a moment, I forgot about the futility of being able to stop myself and I struggled to stop, desperate to pull a hand away from my tits. But of course, my compulsion to keep playing with my tits overrode my desire to stop. 

Timmy laughed watching me struggle to stop myself. "No, stop! You tricked me!" I said, irritated. I started to gyrate my pelvis, instinctively trying to, somehow, get some extra stimulation on my clit at the same time as I worked to spread my legs even further apart. I don't know why, but his eyes just made me so excited! Already I sorely missed being able to diddle my clit, but at least the vibrator buzzing away in me provided some stimulation. 

As I played with my tits and writhed on the couch, irritated and horny, I tried to figure a way out of my masturbatory predicament. I needed to keep my legs spread apart to air out my pussy, but I wanted to stimulate myself so that I could come. It was an impossible paradox, but I couldn't stop myself from trying to find a solution. It would have been a lot easier if I didn't want so badly to stay seated where I was and air out my pussy! If I could have closed my legs, I could ground myself on the dildo in my cockhole and probably come in a couple of minutes. But instead, I squirmed this way and that, trying to get some clitoral stimulation.

"What's the matter?" he asked after watching me for a minute. He used an innocent, mocking voice. He knew damn well what the matter was!

I was mad him, so I just glared at him and didn't say a word.

His face darkened for a moment, which sent shivers up my spine. I'd prodded the lion and now he was awake! And then he chuckled. "Silly girl. I wish that any time you don't answer a question I ask that your pierced clit will get an eighth inch thicker and three eights inch longer and twice as sensitive."

"No. Please." I huffed. My sudden fear was pushing my orgasm away! I wanted to cum! I wanted to get my hands back! I desperately writhed to generate extra sensation on my clit with little effect. I thanked god for the vibrator in my cockhole.

"So what's the matter?" he repeated.

Hell, I was so horny, jealous and scared I wasn't sure what was the matter anymore! Everything was wrong! What wasn't the matter right now? While I was mulling over what to say, the pleasurable buzz from the vibrator suddenly increased and I felt my clit stretch and something began to pinch my clit somewhat painfully. 

"Oh! Ow!" I cried.

'Ohmygod! How can he do this?' I had a moment of complete unreality as the full reality of my clit just having grown hit me.

"Ow! No... stop... It hurts! Please." I begged.

For a moment, he seemed genuinely surprised. "What hurts?" he asked. He almost seemed concerned.

"My- my clit. Something- pinching it. Oh, it hurts." I said. It felt like somebody had a pair of pliers and was squeezing my clit. I have to admit, that even though it hurt, it also kind of felt good in a way. It's hard to explain.

He chuckled. "Oops. My bad. I wish that Pussy's clit ring will expand proportionately to any expansion. There. How's that?"

It felt no better! My clit was still being painfully pinched, but I was afraid to say anything negative to him. He might make things even worse. I didn't have long to ponder a response before I felt my clit stretch again! The buzzing from the vibrator became even more intense.

"Noooo! Please! Stop!" I begged. I felt helpless. He could do anything he wanted to me and I was powerless to stop him. I was like a toy to him. A living, breathing toy.

He smiled at me. A wave of anger passed through me. "Y-you bastard!" I said. I instantly regretted saying that. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." 

Timmy didn't get mad. He just laughed at me. I didn't say anything more. I was still in shock. What must my clit look like? I tried to check it out but between my large knockers and my uncontrollable playing with them, I couldn't really see anything. In a way, I was glad I couldn't see it. It would have been too weird. 

When he finished laughing, he stood up and said, "Well as fun as this has been, I've got to leave. It's been a pleasure meeting you and your friends Pussy."

"Wait! Where are you going? What do you mean? You can't leave us here like this!"

He looked back at me. I felt a thrill run through me and spread my legs apart a bit harder and played with my tits a bit more vigorously. A pang of regret ran through me that I couldn't reach my clit. Even thought the buzz from the vibrator was quite strong, I still wanted to rub myself so badly, I could taste it. 

He laughed. "Why not?"

I had no answer. A different sort of answer came a few moments later when I felt my clit stretch again! Shit! Not again!

"Noooo! Pleeeease! Come back!" I wailed as he chuckled and walked off. I never saw him again.

I was stunned. How could he just leave? I thought he liked me! I wanted to get up and go after him, but for the moment, I wanted to stay where I was even more and I was far too close to an orgasm to want to let it go. And after a few moments, I also realized I had no idea what he looked like! I tried to picture his face or even what he wore, but I had no idea. He was just a gray blob in my mind.

I pondered that and more while my body edged closer and closer to an orgasm. After a bit, my eyes settled onto Fucksalot and Pussylicker. I thought about how unfair it was that Pussylicker got to lick Fucksalot’s cunt. I imagined myself in Pussylicker's spot. It helped. The vibrator and my hands soon worked their magic and after another minute or so, I dropped into a blissful orgasm. I moaned and shuddered for what seemed like hours as the white heat of pleasure filled my head obliterating all other thought.

When came back to reality, I groaned and sat up. I didn't remember my 2250cc implants being so heavy before. But I was feeling a bit weak. I'd orgasmed so many times I had no idea of the count. Even the world seemed a bit 'off'. It was hard to describe. The couch seemed bigger somehow. Everything just felt and looked a bit different. I quickly dismissed it as exhaustion. 

I looked around. Not much had changed. Mandy still sat giggling with Skanky's head buried into her crotch. She was still having a great time even though she had freakishly large tits. In fact, her tits looked even bigger than I'd remembered them being. 

Pussylicker was still getting to lick my friend Fucksalot's pussy! It wasn't fair! I wanted to get up and shove her out of the way, but I still wanted even more to sit where I was for the time being. I thought about escaping but I had no idea how I was going to do that while sitting on the couch. That reminded me of my own situation. Fuck! I realized that I was already diddling myself! 

"Ohmygod!" I gasped as the awareness of what was underneath my fingers flooded into my consciousness. I couldn't believe how large my clit was! It felt like a fleshy finger erupting from the folds of my beaver. It must have protruded at least an inch. And it was incredibly sensitive! My legs trembled as I, as gently as I could manage felt myself. I could feel the ring. I tried to look but my tits were just too big. Playing with my clit was already starting to turn me on. I felt my cumhole become stuffier and stuffier. I fought the urge to air it out. 

The vibrator that stretched my fuckhole didn't help matters any. It buzzed happily in me. Too happily. I decided it was time to get the vibrator out of me. Let me tell you, being a DD with 2250cc implants -- what cup did that make me I suddenly wondered? I was sort of surprised I'd never figured out my cup size. I'd had my implants for a while, so I should have known. But, since I couldn't wear underwear, I suppose it didn't matter, which must have been why I didn't know. Anyway, my balloons made it somewhat difficult to bend over very far. Still, I managed to grab the vibrator. Feeling the diameter of it, I was amazed that it had fit into my snatch in the first place. 

I pulled. I could feel it slowly slide out of my fuckhole. It was a tight fit. It finally slurped free. For a moment I held the quietly buzzing cock-shaped vibrator in my hand and stared at it. I couldn't believe I'd had that thing inside me! And then I began to realize how much I missed having that dildo inside me. I missed everything about it. I missed the tight feeling of fullness in my fucktunnel; I missed the gentle buzz that it sent through me as it vibrated. I missed even the idea of having it inside of me. I realized that my cum dumpster needed to be filled, either with a cock or this dildo! I looked around, but all the guys just ignored us. I couldn't believe that they would ignore a naked, hot chick with big tits like me, but they did! They stood around, talking and laughing and drinking while my pussy was begging to be filled by one of their cocks! 

After a few minutes, I couldn't stand the emptiness I felt. I grunted slightly as I pushed it back into me. It was hard to relax myself to let it slide in. It was so big! I sighed once I had it stuffed all the way inside me again. It was such a relief to have my dick box filled with something so large again! Its gentle buzz sent pleasurable waves through my snatch. Even as I enjoyed the feeling of fullness, I realized how distinctly claustrophobic my cunt was beginning to feel. I spread my legs a bit to air myself out.

Temporarily relieved, for a few moments I just sat and pondered everything that had happened. I couldn't believe everything that had taken place. I looked over to Mandy. She just smiled and giggled like nothing was wrong. Yet she was completely different! Her headlights were huge! Despite myself, I was jealous. I'd always had bigger titties that her. Now, even with my 2250cc implants, I wasn't much of a match for her. 

Then out of the blue she said, "I want her tits!" I followed her eyes and saw a slightly heavy, rather large-chested woman with a blouse that was a bit too tight walking by. She was probably a D-cup. Her shirt suddenly became tight as her gazongas started to swell. "Ohmygod! What's happening to me?!?" she yelped as her shirt buttons popped off and her shirt flopped open. I got a brief glance at her suddenly much bigger rack. Her jugs sat firmly on her chest like a pair of large cantaloupes. Her nipples were large and erect. She clamped her hands over her naked knockers, gasped, and scuttled towards the bathroom saying "ohmygod!" over and over.

"What did you do to her?" I asked of my giggling friend. Were her honkers suddenly a bit bigger? I wasn't sure. They were so big already it was hard to tell.

"Timmy said I could have any boobies- hehe! cans! haha! knockers! oh that's so strange and fun! I wanted for my birthday!" she replied.

"But... how..." I was confused. I didn't want to believe it could be true, but Mandy's giant hooters and my own nipple and clit growth told me otherwise.

"It's easy!" she giggled. "Timmy said I should just look at her and say 'I want her tits' and I get them!"

I felt a funny tingling sensation in my chest. My tits tingled. What was happening to me? I gasped and looked down at my chest and I saw my cans expanding! "Ohmygod!" I cried out as I clamped my hands to my knockers. They grew and grew. My nipples turned into a pair of inch-long thumbs that pressed hard into my hands as they grew. I winced as the rings started to pinch my nipples but there wasn't much I could do about it. 

I watched and felt my skin become tight as my headlights swelled and the outline of my funbag implants became more and more distinct. In a few moments that took forever, it was over. My balloons were quite a bit bigger -- the size of my head or maybe even larger!

"Ohmygod! Oh! What did you mmmmm... do to me?!?" I cried out, involuntarily playing with my gazongas. Shit! I couldn't help myself! And my nipples were so damn sensitive that I couldn't help but moan when my hands ran over them even though it felt like somebody had them in clamps.

"That was cool!" Mandy giggled! That pissed me off, but I was helpless to do anything about it. I couldn't stop playing with my super-fake, super-large tits and I still wanted to stay where I was for the time being. This time, I was sure that her melons were a bit bigger than they used to be. 

I spread my legs to air out my gash. Playing with my super-sensitive nipples was turning me on so much. And yet again, I couldn't touch my clit or rub my skankhole! 

I sat, playing with my honkers and rotating my pelvis in a rather futile attempt to generate more sensation on my fat clit. I wanted to lie down on the couch, but even more, I wanted to sit where I was. That confused me since I'd just been lying on my back not that long ago. I was glad I'd kept my vibrator in me. I would have been in trouble without it! Nevertheless, despite the amazing sensations coming from my nipples and even from the vibrator, relief did not come quickly. After 5 minutes of struggling to come, in which time, Mandy stole the tits of a couple more hapless girls who happened to wander by, I thought of an idea.

"Mandy? Can you help me?" I asked.

"Sure!" Mandy giggled.

"Can you have Skanky lick my cumslit- err... twat- no! cunt! arrgh!" Dammit! I couldn't quite say the right word! "Clit. Lick my clit." Not quite what I wanted but clit would suffice.

"Ooohhh..." she thought for a moment." OK! That would be fun! Skanky, go lick Pussy's clit!" she giggled.

"Hmmm hm." Skanky said.

I saw Skanky, who did look sort of skanky now that I thought about it, pull her head out from under Mandy's skirt and shuffle on her knees over to me. Her hair was matted and her face was slick with Mandy's juices. She had a bedraggled air about her as she moved to me. She was also definitely chunkier than I remembered her ever being too. Everything about her seemed bigger. 

"Are you OK?" I asked Skanky.

She just hummed something in reply, which baffled me. But any further thoughts about what had happened to Skanky were erased when she started licking my clit! I cried out in pleasure, spread my leads as wide as I could manage and rolled my head back and let the amazingly powerful, pleasurable feelings wash through me. 

"Ohmygod Skanky! That feels so good!" I moaned. Skanky hummed something as she licked me. Within just a minute or so, I was cumming harder than I'd ever cum before. "Ohfuckohgod!" I repeated over and over as the white pleasure of my orgasm obliterated all thought. My orgasm lasted so long. It was amazing! 

When I regained awareness of my surroundings, Mandy was gleefully looking at me. Skanky still licked my clit, which had actually become more akin to sucking on it. I can't explain how good that felt. I couldn't help but to relax and let her continue. It felt so damn good! Within a minute, I could feel my cumbucket getting pretty damn stuffy and I spread my legs to air it out. It wasn't long before I could feel yet another orgasm beginning to form in me. I would have loved to have clamped my legs around Skanky's head but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead I grabbed my tits with one hand and felt my control slip away as it started to play with my tits on its own. With my other hand, I grabbed Skanky's head and pressed her face into my skankhole. Skanky started humming, which only added to the pleasure I felt! 

I came again. My orgasm seemed even more intense and lasted even longer than anything I'd ever felt. At least I think it lasted longer. It seemed like it did anyway. I was starting to get exhausted. I guess you can have too much of a good thing. Even as my body shuddered from the echoes of my last orgasm, Skanky still persisted in licking/sucking on my clit! It wasn't long before I was again jamming my legs apart as hard as I could and screaming in ecstasy. My orgasm was so intense it almost hurt. And I was sure it lasted longer than before.

When I finally came to, thanks to Skanky persistence with licking my clit, it wasn't very long at all before my cooter felt so stuffy again that I just had to spread my legs! Between Skanky's hot breath and the vibrator in my cumhole, my poor snapper was so stuffy! 

I didn't know how much more I could take! Each orgasm seemed to last longer and longer and be more and more intense than the last one! I was definitely worried. My insides still ached from the last orgasm and in the time that it took me to think about all of that, another orgasm was heading my way! Worried, I turned to Mandy. "Mandy! oohhh... oh god! yes! ummm..."

She looked at me and giggled. "Yes?"

Where was I? Oh yes. I had to stop this! I fought with myself because part of me really wanted to come! Mandy was still watching me. She smiled and giggled. "You- oh fuck yes! you have to stop... mmmmmm..... ssss.... oh yes! Skanky! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!" Now I was fighting my body trying to hold off another orgasm. I was also fighting to pull Skanky's head away from my slit. She hummed and fought me hard, which ended up making things even worse for me as her lips and tongue kept slapping me in my beaver.  

"Stop her, stop her, oh god- stop her after- oh fuck this onnnnnnnnnnnnnne!" I screamed as my body slammed itself into yet another orgasm. This one did hurt in the most pleasurable way imaginable. And it rolled on and on and on. And on. It seemed like eternity. I have no idea how long it really lasted. 

Eventually, the shuddering subsided and I could see what was around me. I was drenched with sweat and felt so weak. My whole body trembled with aftershocks. The damn dildo inside me still buzzed away. Fortunately, I was so spent, it didn't excite me; it just felt good.

"That was fun!" Mandy giggled when I finally looked over to her. Skanky was sitting next to her looking downbeat and playing with herself. Skanky even looked smaller all of a sudden. Both she and Mandy sat about the same height in the couch. It was shocking to see her like that. She'd always been the leader in charge!

"We have to go!" I said. I needed to go! I didn't want to be here anymore.

"OK! That sounds like fun!" 

Jesus. Why was everything so fun for her tonight?

I groaned as I rolled forward off the couch. I normally didn't mind my 3000cc implants - wait, they used to be 3000cc before they grew -- I didn't know how large they were any more. But as weak as I was, it was a struggle. I had a brief moment of confusion as I thought about my tits. I groaned as I bent over to pick up my clothes. I hurriedly pulled up my miniskirt. It just about fell off of me; it was super loose! I wondered if Mandy had made me lose weight or something. I put my top on. It was tight. It didn't fit right thanks to my unexpected breast growth. My boots were too big too! I didn't care. I just wanted to leave.

Fucksalot and Pussylicker were still going at it. "Come on! We have to go!" I said to them. They ignored me. I grabbed Pussylicker's arm and dragged her off of Fucksalot. She was heavy! "Wait! What are you doing? I want to lick her pussy!!" Pussylicker cried to me as I shoved her away. She seemed so big all of a sudden! 

"You can do that later! Get dressed! We need to go!" I said turning back to Fucksalot to help her up. That was a mistake. Her bald fuckslit was there, ripe for the taking! I couldn't resist. I'd wanted to lick her till she came for I don't know how long and there she was! Lying on her back on the floor. Legs apart. And she'd been warmed up by Pussylicker. Without another word, I fell onto Fucksalot's cunt and began to devour it. I heard her squeak and moan. She struggled for a moment but then gave in.  

I was so excited to get another chance to make Fucksalot come! I spread my legs wide to air out my stuffy fuckhole. I felt somebody trying to pull me off, but I wasn't about to let this chance pass me by. I locked my arms around Fucksalot's waist and held on and licked for dear life. It wasn't very long before I felt somebody start to lick me! I moaned and slurped as my excitement rose. 

It took a minute or two at the most of licking me before my meat wallet exploded with pleasure! My whole body convulsed and I cried out in such pain and pleasure as I rode the powerful waves of bliss that pounded through me. Sometime later, I came to my senses again. I felt so drained. It took me a moment to realize I was on my back on the floor.

I felt like Dorothy waking up. I looked around me. The first thing I saw were my volleyball sized tits. There was a moment of disorientation - they were quite a bit larger than they should have been - until I remembered that Mandy had made my tits grow. Jesus. I already had had 3250cc implants. I didn't really need bigger tits! I was happy with my old ones.

The next thing I saw was that Pussylicker and Fucksalot were dressed! Sort of. None of their shirts fit, their titties were so large that their jugs hung out.

"Wha- what happened?" I asked weakly looking around. I got a great view of everybody's snatches. Other than Mandy, nobody wore underwear. Both Skanky and Pussylicker both had dildos in their cockholes and, worst of all, I could see Fucksalot's bald cunt. If I wasn't so weak, I'd probably have done something about it. 'Some day. Some day- Actually, tomorrow night,' I reminded myself, briefly picturing myself on my back on the couch at home masturbating and playing with my tits. Of course, in my brief fantasy, Fucksalot was sitting on my face and I was licking her for all I was worth; and she liked it.

"That was so neat. You rolled around and trembled and made noises for a long time!" Mandy giggled. "Skanky, tell her how long."

"Hmmmmhmm hmmm hmmm mmk mmmmtmmm hmmtmm." Skanky hummed. Mandy giggled.

"What?" I said.

"Hmmm hmmmmmhmm- HHHMMM TMMMM HMMMM MMMMM!" she hummed accompanied by more giggling from Mandy. What the hell was wrong with her? Why did she only hum?

"You came for like 10 minutes." I heard Pussylicker say. 

My insides ached. I didn't know if it was possible to tear cum-muscles but I think I must have. 

"Can one of you help me up?" I asked. "I don't feel so well."

"Skanky, help Pussy up." Mandy said.

"Hmmmm mtmmmm." Skanky said.

"What?" I said.

"HMMM mmt tmmmmkmmm tmmmm mmmmm. Hmmmm tmmm hmmmm hmm hmmmmmm hmmm hmmm!" she said as she grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet. I was standing, but everybody was still so tall! Skanky was supposed to be only slightly taller than me. Normally we stood essentially eye-to-eye, but now I looked at her flat chest instead! Confused, I turned and saw that Mandy towered over me too! I used to be taller than Mandy! A lot taller! And she was even taller than Skanky! I was short! Were they on stools? I looked down, but saw only shoes, no stools or anything. Confused and stunned I turned around. Pussylicker and Fucksalot also stood over me! And Pussylicker was not so pretty anymore! In fact, she was quite average. Not ugly, but just blah. But I didn't dwell on that!

"Ohmygod! I'm short! What happened to me?!?" I cried.

"Oh! Timmy gave me some of your height so I'd be taller than Skanky! Isn't that cool!?!" Mandy said brightly. 

No! That was not cool at all! The bastard said he liked me! I felt so betrayed!

"Oh fuck! Ohmygod! This can't happen! Change me back!" I said to Mandy.

"Oh Timmy didn't tell me how to do that." she said, smiling.

"What did he tell you!?!" 

"Oh he said that I should say..." I knew I'd screwed myself as she answered my question. "'I would like an inch from Pussy' and then I'd grow an inch taller!" I felt a strangely familiar tingle pass through my body and it suddenly looked like everybody else stood on their tiptoes. My skirt fell off of me. Mandy giggled. "Just like that!" I could see that she was now a couple of inches taller than Skanky. 

"Oh fuck! What are you doing?!? Stop! Please!" I cried and I bent down to pick up my micro-skirt. I just about fell over on my face. I wasn't used to having volleyball-sized tits. Given that I was 7 or 8 inches shorter, I must have weighed only 90 pounds, which made matters even worse for me. I groaned as I stood back up. My tits were so heavy now! 

It was a shock all over again when I saw how everybody towered over me! I felt so small and insignificant. I hated looking up to them! It was so unnatural and wrong! 

Mandy giggled. "OK!"

"Please, let's get out of here now!" I said.  

I led the girls out of the club holding my skirt up with one hand. I tried to stop swaying my ass, but it seemed to be the only way I could walk.