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Night Skies Hotel: Game On
By MTG
Author's note: The players of the South Bank Elite belong to me, but the
overall Night Skies Hotel universe belongs to Solari, who gave me the go
ahead to try my hand in the NSH universe. Here goes.
A people carrier travelled down a road in South West England. It contained
five young men that had just hit the big time in their field. They were
Brian, George, Kevin, Pete, and Wayne. The were the South Bank Elite. Having
proven themselves the best paintball team in London they were now in the West
Country for the British National Championship.
The championship was a few days away, but they still wanted a base to prepare
from - and, for the time being, a place to rest up because it was also late
at night. Before long, a prospective bolthole soon came up.
"What's this place? Looks a bit flash!" Kevin wondered.
"Night Skies Hotel - looks more Wild West than West Country," Pete added.
"Well we need somewhere to operate from, enough woodland to do some training.
Why not crash out here?" Brian asked.
"All right," said Wayne, the team's captain.
George, who was driving the vehicle, pulled in to the car park.
The hotel's lobby was filled with sexy women.
"Hi," a woman called out in an American accent. "You want a room?"
"Yeah." Wayne spoke for them all. "The South Bank Elite wish to hire five
rooms so that we could prepare for the British Paintball Championship."
"I see," the receptionist commented coolly.
The team made it straight to bed - the staff having decided not to disturb
them for the time being. To say the staff's noses were out of joint was an
understatement. They resolved to find out more about the newcomers in the
future. Everyone had their weaknesses.
The following morning the team members were getting themselves breakfast,
which was served by a hot brunette with a bad smoking habit.
"Hi," she called, "so, had a nice sleep?"
"Yeah, thanks - nice rooms you got here!" Wayne replied.
"So," replied Alexia, pulling up a chair for herself. "What delights of our
rooms did you sample?"
"Delights?" George wondered.
"You did go straight out didn't you?" giggled the waitress. "You should have
checked the TV at least!"
The limited clothing on the all-female staff hadn't escaped the Elite's
notice.
"So what exactly is the place? This is no normal West Country hideaway is
it?" Kevin asked.
"Ya got that right," Alexia said. "So, how do you want to prepare for your
paintball tournament?" She showed off her cleavage, hoping to get lucky.
Tempting, the guys thought in unison.
"You up for cheerleading duties?" Brian ventured.
"I said prepare!" Alexia had a vixenish grin on her face.
"Forget it!" Wayne announced to his team-mates and the temptress. "We came
here early to get used to the terrain, not to get laid. In fact," he
continued, "I think we'll be checking out by the end of the day!"
Alexia left, clearly disappointed.
***
Later, Marissa and Alexia got chatting about the situation.
"Well, management won't let them get away," Marissa insisted.
"What if they returned here after their tournament?"
"Unacceptable, and you know it!"
"Then what?" Alexia asked. She was hesitant to question the management
decisions made by those who managed the Night Skies Hotel.
"I don't know," Marissa mused thoughtfully. "Hmmm. They're a paintball team
... get hold of Megan, Gemini and Fern. I have an idea."
It was 11:30 a.m., and the Elite were about to check out. Alexia rushed to
meet them.
"Hi," she said. "I'm sorry if I, err, offended you at breakfast. Anyway, I've
got an offer to make."
"And that would be what?" Wayne asked impatiently.
"You stay here another night," the waitress started, "and my friends and I
will give you some training this afternoon."
"Training?" George asked. "How?"
"We're challenging you to a paintball match, here in the hotel."
"Seriously?" Pete asked.
"Yeah. A few of the girls here used to be pretty good and a couple of teams
have come by here before and left their weapons behind, with ammo. So?"
Kevin turned to Wayne. "Well, you're the captain. What do you think?"
"All right, a bit of light training won't do any harm."
Alexia knew management would be happy with her part in this. "Great," she
said, blowing smoke in their faces before taking her leave of them.
***
"Well?" Marissa inquired when her sister returned to the smoke-filled room
where the rest of hotel's female paintball players were hanging out.
"It worked," Alexia replied, a big smile splitting her face. "They'll be ours
by the end of the day."
"Good work," Marissa beamed.
The other girls began mixing up a "witches brew" of Capri 120 cigarette
smoke, Wild Woman booze, and swimming pool water. The concoction would be the
ammunition used by the girls during the training exercise.
"Remember to add a touch of tit juice," Gemini called out as she poured the
concoction into their weapons.
***
The teams met up in a hallway at 3 p.m. Five on five. All other employees and
guests were asked to stay in their rooms. Well, the women had to make it seem
fair at least!
"Ready?" Marissa asked, handing the Elite their weapons.
"You bet!" Wayne replied.
"You've got 10 minutes to get running and, remember, only swimwear is allowed
to be worn in the swimming area," Marissa explained. A plume of smoke erupted
in the Elite's faces as they scattered from the opposition.
Marissa checked her watch ten minutes later. "Right, girls, you know what to
do."
The rest of the girls left Marissa to run the designated base. The macho
posturers' time would soon be up.
***
3:15 p.m.: Kevin was wondering around the pool area in his blue swimming
trunks. The shot came out of nowhere, from behind, It was a greyish liquid.
It wasn't paint. It soaked slowly into Kevin's skin.
The hit caused him to drop into the pool. Once his head broke the surface,
Kevin found himself only able to tread water, no matter how hard his efforts
to actually move. Kevin's fear was short-lived, though.
It soon turned to horniness.
His right hand reached inside his trunks and started wanking. His left hand
slowly slid his trunks off in the meantime. Caught up in the rush of
hormones, he didn't notice that his fingers had become longer and nails
painted. It barely registered that it was completely smooth skin that his
trunks were sliding down.
His left hand moved upwards and started to massage his nipple and he soon
felt flesh under that nipple. He just went with the flow.
While his body was jerking in the water, his butt swelled and his body
started to get curvy. Finally Kevin's hand pushed his penis inside himself,
triggering an immense burst of pleasure that seemed so natural. Kevin's head
dipped under the water again as he savoured the feelings.
Kevin ...
Kevi ...
Kev ...
Kelly's head rose out of the water, her long dark hair creating a big splash.
She strode out of the pool and put on the red one-piece bathing suit waiting
for her. The Sisterhood had gained the advantage. Kelly made her way to base
to pick up a spare weapon.
***
3:30 p.m.: Wayne was walking cautiously through the corridor, checking all
around for opposition, He soon spotted a target - Fern.
He fired his weapon but nothing came out. This was worrying. What's more,
Fern was quick to get away.
"Got a problem?" a female voice asked.
Wayne turned, found Megan, and she shot him at point blank range.
"Hint," Megan said coolly. "This isn't light training."
She continued to taunt Wayne. "You were destined to lose this match. And no
that wasn't paint. You won't last very long now - Wilma will be here
shortly." A plume of smoke went in Wayne's face, and Megan sauntered off.
Wilma must be one of the other girls, Wayne thought. At that point he started
to get very tired, and he instinctively made for his room, which was nearby.
Once inside, he quickly stripped naked and crashed on to the bed. A slow
smile spread across his face as he closed his eyes, completely relaxed.
While Wayne slept, his bulk and body hair melted away while his penis slid
from view.
His body became:
Smoother ...
Softer ...
Rounder ...
His nipples began to itch ...
The itch gave way to a swelling ...
And the swollen nipples were soon pushed out by:
Puffiness ...
Mounds ...
Tits ...
His hair became:
Longer ...
Darker ...
Thicker ...
His memory began to fade:
Wayne ...
Way ...
Wa ...
At 3:45 p.m., Wilma opened her eyes. She stretched, and her face broke out
into a delighted grin as she saw that she was everything she wanted to be.
She rose up and slowly slid on a sexy black dancer's outfit over her nicely
tanned body, and slipped into the high heels that Megan had left for her.
Wilma gave a twirl in front of a full length mirror, tossed back her hair,
wiggled her butt and, still grinning, strolled out of the room as if she was
a fashion model.
***
4 p.m.: Pete hadn't seen any action yet, but thought that he'd seen one of
the girls walking out of what he thought was Wayne's room.
Maybe she had a skeleton key, he thought, unconcerned. He turned the corner
and walked right into the ambush set by Gemini and Fern.
Two hits! Pete seemed frozen in place for a minute, and the girls watched
expectantly.
Pete suddenly tore his clothes off, revealing a completely hairless body and,
in a matter of seconds, had:
Pushed out his hips and butt - his mark of manhood seemingly fleeing the
scene.
Pushed out a fine pair of tits.
And tossed back a mane of jet black hair.
Pete ...
Pet ...
Pe ...
Paula grinned at her new sisters, who had just witnessed the hotel's quickest
transformation of all time!
"Wow," Gemini commented, awe-struck, as she gave Paula a sky-blue
housekeeping uniform.
***
4:30 p.m.: Unknown to him, Brian was one of only two remaining members of the
Elite. He had already found out that his weapon didn't work, and was on his
way back to the start point to complain. He wasn't looking out for the
opposition.
His mistake.
Something hit him in the leg, but when he looked down he didn't see anything,
so he kept walking. It wasn't long before lipstick started to materialise on
his lips.
Brian ...
Bria ...
Bri ...
Brenda smirked to herself. She somehow knew that there was now only one male
left in this massacre - and who should she spot just then? Why, it was
George.
She considered for a minute just avoiding him and making it back to base.
But no. Though she still by and large inhabited Brian's body, she knew that
she was developing her own weaponry. And that would more than suffice.
"George!" She called out with Brian's voice.
"Hey, Brian!" George replied "Any idea what's happening?"
"From what I hear, we're winning! We're definitely winning," Brenda said,
still speaking with Brian's voice.
"Great! So what are you planning to do? Set up an ambush?"
"I was reckoning on hiding out in your room for a while and working out where
the best place to set up an ambush would be."
"Cool!" George looked closely at Brian. Something was up with his friend that
he could quite place. "Is there a problem?"
"Nah, not really."
Once the pair arrived at George's room, George tried again. "Seriously mate,
is something wrong?"
"Never felt better, pal!"
Now George felt that Brian's voice seemed off, and his clothing seemed a bit
looser as well. Nonetheless, George let Brian into his abode. Behind his
back, Brenda's lengthening fingers closed and locked the door.
George sat on the bed. "So what's your game plan?"
It was at that point that Brenda's butt and hips swelled, ripping away
Brian's shorts and underwear.
The cat was pretty much out of the bag now.
"Brian?" George asked, a hint of alarm entering his voice. "You're starting
to look like a girl!"
"That's because I am a girl, cutie!" Brenda purred, showing off her long
smooth legs. "Well, getting there at least. My name's Brenda, and let's just
say Brian's out of the game now!"
"But ..."
"Well, Kevin - he's now Kelly by the way - said it: This is no ordinary
hotel. In fact," she continued, "I can safely say that there was never going
to be any way that the South Bank Elite would have left this hotel." She
purred again. "As for my game plan ... it involves fucking you, cumming like
only a woman can, and allow you to experience the same pleasure"
The person in front of George now bore little resemblance to his friend. Her
hair was now long and dark and her face cute and feminine. "How?" he asked in
wonder.
"Like this ...," Brenda slid off Brian's T-shirt to reveal what were the
start of breasts. She advanced on her prey and pushed him down on the bed,
devouring his lips while her breasts swelled to a D-cup.
She paused to lift George's T-shirt off. "Lick your lips," she commanded. He
did so and tasted lipstick. "That's right," she whispered. "It's already
started."
Brenda resumed her lip-lock while she pulled off George's shorts and pants.
She felt the last remnant of Brian slide away inside her, opening up her cunt
in the process. She opened her legs wide, ready for the kill.
George's body was operating on auto pilot. Brenda was soon moaning.
"Yes! Thank you! Keep going!" Her partner was happy to oblige. Apart from the
liquid seeping out of Brenda's tits and the lipstick on George's face, the
pair just looked like an ordinary couple having sex, but with the woman in
the superior position.
It wasn't going to stay that way for long. Brenda's body started sliding over
George's, and every movement seemed to take body hair off the young man. His
brown eyes had already turned green and his eyelashes were starting to
stretch.
Before long, George's body was shedding bulk along with body hair. Brenda
started pressing in closer. So far so good.
George pulled his stomach in - seemingly a little too far in normal
circumstances, but this was now clearly anything but normal. The inward curve
of his stomach was slowly mirrored by the outward curve of a rounder butt and
hips. Brenda moved her hands up to his nipples.
Her face soon broke into a grin and she let her tongue take over, encouraging
the swelling glands to keep up their current movement - after a few minutes
she was satisfied with that department as well.
George erupted into a woman for the last time.
George ...
Geor ...
Ge ...
The grin that broke out on Jayne's face told Brenda that her new sister was
virtually here. She switched into a 69 position before feeding herself what
remained of George, mashing it in her mouth while Jayne saw to her needs at
the other end.
Brenda's mouthful gradually become smaller.
Smaller ...
Brenda finally knew she had to let it go so it could slide away into Jayne's
opening pussy. She then started to return Jayne's favour.
After both women had climaxed, Brenda dismounted.
"So we won?" were Jayne's first words.
"Do we ever lose?" Brenda replied.
***
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