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They had all been waiting for a man that disgusted them. His name was Walter Johnson Emingham. He was an entrepreneur with a very unique business. He was into dance clubs; the kind that helped single men out. His chain called, The Hourglass, had grown through Marion County, but now he was after territory outside of his dominion. Walter had the right idea. The big town of Berring was adjacent to county lines, however, techinically it was the property of Linus County. The town had a population of 65,000 and growing. People were moving in from all parts of the country. Forbes magazine had run an article a few months ago considering it the third best place to live in the United States. The community had been dealing with many businesses coming in, restaurants, grocery stores, novelty stores and coffee shops. The town's leadership would never let anything in that would betray their small town motif. Nothing had prepared them, though, for Walter's line of business. Cathleen Sheralden was the head of the Linus County Council. She never lived in Berring; she had a farm out into the isolated regions on the opposite of the county. She held onto the idea that Berring has been and always will be a town. She was a third generation farmer, a widow and lead alto in the St. Peter's Catholic Choir. She sat at the head of the giant rectangular table with the other four people of the council in St. Peter's. This church had become their impromptu County Conference room. It was a central location and easy to find. The spaciousness allowed for presentations and the public to join. Cathleen looked to her right where Lyndon Dowell sat. He was a contractor that had helped build this church and many other churches within the community. Lyndon worked himself so hard he never had time for his family. The only time they ever spoke to each other was shortly before and after Sunday service. Cathleen and Lyndon both looked at the clock. Walter was five minutes late. The council seemed to sigh in unison as they waited for this formality to finish itself. Walter would have to come in, make his pitch and the council would accept, or deny. All of them wanted to deny him. Helen Sanders sat at the other end of the table looking behind her. She waited, tapping loud on the leg of her chair, for the double doors to open. She was never a patient person and like the rest of the council wanted to keep this place a town. The fact that no McDonald's or Wal- Mart ever set up shop her was sign of pride for her. She wanted her daughters to grow up in a wholesome Berring. More minutes passed by and nothing could be done. The awkward silence was beginning to creep on Alexa Donley. She could never handle silence very well. In a fit of boredom she tapped her foot on the carpeted floor. Even with her tapping and Helen's there still wasn't enough sound. The oldest of them Bernard Berring was a man directly descended from the Berrings who started this town. His age was starting to rob him of his ambition and his arthritis made it so hard to come to these meetings. It was so rude that the guest would be late, but Walter had to know he was going to get denied anyway... With a loud thud the doors jolted open and behind them was Mr. Emingham and another young man. Mr. Emingham was wearing a fancy black suit with purple striped lapels. His black hair was slicked back with a rigid gel. His widow's peak added to the sinister look of his grey eyes and dead pan stare. His wrinkles on his forehead were present but never seemed to move. His assistant glanced around with shaken green eyes. His blonde curly hair was disheveled. His Optimus Prime decal tshirt and ripped, blue jeans added little to the professional look. Just twenty minutes ago Walter had asked him to be his assistant. He agreed through stutters and when he had asked him what he was going to do Mr. Emingham had only one answer, "Trust me, you'll like it." "Hello, Ladies and Gentlemen," he smiled sterile and fake, "sorry for the delay I was trying to find my assistant..." He trailed off and looked at the man standing by him, "what was your name again?" "Peter," his assistant wrestled out of his mouth. "What kind of joke do you take us for?" Cathleen sloped her shoulders back and projected from the diaphragm. "This is no joke," Walter patted Peter on the shoulder, "I was just going to give a member of your community some on the job training." "Could you please seat yourself so we can get started," Cathleen's voice ached through her wrinkled lips. "Sure," Walter met eyes with everyone there and then after giving a nod to his assistant, "I want to put a strip joint in your community." Everyone turned their heads; this man from the bigger city was not only blunt, but uncouth for breaking the format of their meetings. "That is not how we do things," Cathleen said, "you haven't even sat down or shown us an official proposal." Cathleen was flustered at this man's lack of manners, "you show up late and then scare with an immediate entrance," she inhaled, "you didn't even close the door and you bring in this...this...kid!" Cathleen glare was only met by Walter's grin, "sorry about that," he noticed that everyone had a similar stare of discontent, "tough crowd." He raised his hand towards an empty chair, "Go ahead Peter." Peter shuffled his feet and bent down into the chair with unsure look around the conference room. Walter closed the door and then turned towards the conference. "I know you probably find me a rather despicable character with no moral compass," a smirk grew on the left side of his face, "but I don't care how you think I've already started building it." The council erupted in abhorrence. "Where," Cathleen hissed. "Here," he winked at Cathleen, "but first I need some girls to fill it. Would you like to dance for us?" Cathleen stood from her chair knocking it over, "How dare you?" "No," Walter pointed to Alexa, "then you!" Alexa sat in the chair with a confused look until her skin felt like it was boiling. Restless she stood up trying to shake the feeling. "I feel so warm," Alexa said as her eyes brightened with a shimmer. "What is it, Alexa?" Cathleen asked. Alexa felt the warmth fade, "Hot flashes I think." Walter laughed and Alexa screamed. The temperature was increased without warning and she started to wipe beads of sweat from her forehead. Her old, wrinkled skin began to tighten around her bones and color came into her grey beehive. The rest of the council struggled for breath as they saw one of their own change. She was looking, younger. She was possessing a made up face with soft eyes, defined cheekbones, petit nose and plump lips. Her hands were smooth and adorned with red nail polish that matched her dress. The heat died down and Alexa took in a full breath. There was a silence and Alexa looked around not realizing what had happened. "What is it?" she asked in a breathy soprano. Her fellow council members just gave her blank looks. "What!?" She turned to see Walter who was looking at her up and down. "If you want to dance in my clubs you got to have curves." "What..." Alexa felt like a balloon was being placed in her stomach. The white flower printed dress began to fall looser as her waist and stomach contract. Her saggy bottom started to lift a little causing her underwear to shift. She messed with waist band as the dimpled cottage cheese of her thighs and ass leveled into a tight curve. The gluts were rising higher on her hips giving more shape to her butt. The shape of her dress was becoming less funnel like as her saggy B-cups rose to a level beyond perky. The tensity and warmth went away again allowing Alexa to relax. Cathleen, who had known Alexa the longest, opened her eyes wide; she looked like she did over thirty years ago. Alexa looked like a modest young thing with a conservative dress. She felt her face and her newly reformed body in disbelief. Everyone in the council was too awed to speak. "I said curves," Walter said with a lecherous grin. Alexa felt the temperature rise in her pelvis, thighs and breasts. The flower patterns began to distort wider as her hips and butt grew. Fat and muscle amassed under her skin pushing it out into a delicious bubble. Her panty lines began to show through her dress from behind and in front. "Oof," Alexa wheezed as she felt the dress constricting her chest as she breathed. She breathed deeply as circular shape and size her breasts overcame the loose fit of her dress. Her thighs grew thick allowing support for her new figure. The council member looked like a slutty caricature of herself when it was over. Walter went over to Alexa and gave her chubby ass a healthy squeeze. Alexa was paralyzed by how good it felt. Her skin had acquired a new sensitivity. Lyndon saw the fear growing in Alexa's eyes and decided to take action. "Hey," he yelled, "That's not how you treat a lady." "If I were forty years younger I'd show you how to treat a lady," Bernard piped in. "Then show me," Walter replied unwavering. Bernard no longer felt the stiffness from his arthritis. A jolt of energy jumped into him as he got up immediately; his knee no longer gave him trouble when he put weight on it. He lost focus of what he originally planned and started shaking his leg. There was no pain. Lyndon felt a pain in his crotch that was gone as soon as it came. She took a step forward to sock Walter one but there was something off about her stride. Distracted she felt her crotch feeling only a flat softness. Bernard was ecstatic to feel his own weight on both his feet and experience no pain. For the first time in awhile he was able to walk without his cane. With pride he stood up straight cracking the bend in his spine. His hunch was gone. Lyndon's torso dwindled in size causing her shirt to sink and her suspenders to slip off her dainty shoulders. Her sideburns retreated into her skin as her smile lines waned into an even texture. Her masculine stature was starting to disappear. Bernard hadn't felt like this in a long time. He began to flex his muscles. Cathleen and Helen could see Bernard start to grow in height and size. More muscle was being fitted to his frame. Lyndon felt weak as her arms grew stringier. Her lips began to protrude and his cranium lost her defined squared angles. A graceful motif took over her face and head. Her eyes grew big, her nose shrank to a finer size and her lips grew. Her skin started to take on a more malleable texture. Bernard's glasses slid of his young face whilst he admired the lack of liver spots in his hand. He could see every little edge of every surface. He turned towards Lyndon and both of them exchanged confused looks. Lyndon moaned and she began to shiver something was building up in her body. She took her eyes off Bernard, but Bernard didn't return the favor. Lyndon felt a tickle in her ear while her brown hair developed into solid curls. A heavy force pushed against her hips and butt stretching the bone and skin. She began to fidget with the waist band of her pants digging into her as the rotund nature of her pelvis cultivated. Her nipples began to bounce looser and looser as mounds of fat pushed them away. As the skin of her chest stretch so did her areolas causing her to moan. Bernard stood there watching the whole thing. Something was calling to him in his loins, something he hadn't felt in a long time. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he bit his lip. Lyndon could recognize the lust in his eyes. "No Bernard," she stuttered, "its me Lyndon." For a minute Bernard's sense seemed to come back to him. "You know the clothes don't do much for your figure," Walter chimed. Lyndon's baggy clothes clung to her voluptuous figure. The waist band slipped up higher on her waist and pulled tight across her backside lifting up the giant glutes. The legs stretched across her thick thighs and lithe calves. The vertical lines on her red and white striped shirt curved around her tiny waist and mammoth tits. The shoulder seams adjusted to her smaller frame giving her a tight fit. Her curves strained against her new clothes scrumptiously. Bernard popped a boner that pulled at the top of his zipper as it tented out. Lyndon responded with a startled look. She felt herself rise up as her work boots shrunk around her elfin feet and gain mass in the soles. The legs of her jeans crawled up to mid calf. The boots lengthened over her calves and squeezed at them. Lyndon turned around to run, but that only gave Bernard a full view of her butt. First one cheek shot up as the angle of one heel raised and then the other. Bernard tried to show restraint and close his eyes, however, his new excitement forced his eyes open again. The leather of Lyndon's boots changed from a rough carpenter's brown leather into a sleek black leather. The tongue was swallowed as the laces pulled tighter and tighter around her leg. The boots were now black leather slip ons. Lyndon kept trying to walk only to find that her hips were moving far more lively then they she ever thought possible. Bernard's eyes grew intense and blood was rushing through his body, especially in one place. Lyndon turned around slow and was scared to meet Bernard's gaze which never left her. She was disgusted at the thought of being checked out. "Go ahead and grab yourself a handful," Walter suggested to Bernard. Bernard grunted in return and lurked in the direction of Lyndon. She couldn't get a shriek out; this was too weird and frightening for her. Her baggy shirt squeezed against her luscious skin. "I've seen enough!" Helen screamed more scared than angry. "You stop this at once or I'll knock your head off!" "You'll get me off!?" Walter replied loudly. "That's not what I said," Helen's face was turning beet red, "I said I'll...oof..." She felt overstuffed in her sweat drenched skin. She knew what was happening to her, but she didn't care. Her indigence was grand even as her ugly rigid features of her face transformed into her attractive face. Her dry thin lips swelled into succulent form. Her eyes grew bright, her bun darkened and her nose lost its hook. She exchanged looks with Cathleen who was to scared to make a sound. Cathleen and the boy were the only ones left untouched. Alexa regained her composure and slapped Walter's hand on her ass. "You are out of order sir and I'm going to ask you to leave!" In an attempt to gain respect and authority. Walter held his hand and scoffed, "You still have a rod up your ass; let me take care of it." He jabbed his fingers against the fold of her backside. Alexa pulled at his fingers and squirmed but she felt her underwear being tucked between her cheeks. A low moan escaped her lips. Her heels rose as it stretched three inches. Walter stroked her between the cheeks as withdrew his poke feeling the soft pliable texture of her giant, curvy ass. "It's removed," Walter said. He held his hand out holding nothing. "What do you mean?" Alexa asked. Alexa's dress's material went from cotton to silk as it clung tighter against her body. Her knees went together causing her to almost lose balance. Her sleeve's shot up to her shoulder and her collar grew past her neck. The blouse of her dress wrapped hard against her d-cups squishing them together. Her heels went further upwards pushing her cheeks against her dress and high into the air. Her bubble-licious body as packed taut in her red dress. In her peripherals she saw Walter creeping closer. Alexa kept the safe distance moving away; her dress revealing every inch of movement. Her curvy body bounced and swayed in her dress stretching it in places. Her ass seemed to move its way completely to one side and then drop suddenly to the other. Walter looked at her from behind as she peered over her shoulder. He could see the very delicious picture of Alexa. He wanted take her over the table right now, but he needed to make an example out of her. Bernard was just two seconds away from tearing hole in Lyndon's pants and completely violating her, however, where would the fun in that be. It was best to make sure that everyone in the room was ready before the party could really start. Alexa, Bernard and Lyndon were ready for the party to start but Helen, Cathy, and Peter had a long way to go. "Hey Peter would you look at the ass on that," he gave Alexa a swat. Peter saw the ass jiggle and could not comprehend what he was feeling. He was a late blooming freshman at the local high school. He always glanced at girls, but nothing as attractively obscene as Alexa's voluptuous body. Watching her butt absorb the impact of Walter's slap hypnotized him as the way it wiggled. Alexa caught Peter looking and gave him a scolding look. He returned with fright until he stared at her face, so young and fragile even in its anger. A rumble in his loins was felt as he couldn't stop staring at her body and face. The totality of her extremely inviting figure filled Peter's head with inexplicable urges. He thought about squeezing parts of her really hard and stroking her entire body and sticking a part of himself somewhere into her, maybe after rubbing up against that juicy seat of hers. Drool came from both sides of his mouth as his pants stretched with the growth of the hard-on. Muscle mass accumulated over his entire body as he approached closer to Alexa. Her eyes of rage softened into scared eyes. The little boy that feared authority was being replaced by a sexual juggernaut like Bernard who also shivering with excitement as he stroked his tool through his pants. "Stop this all of you," Helen cried, but the focus never left the hourglassed women. Their focus never left the encroaching brutes who were the most sexually-intimidating. Bernard and Peter were ripping out of the clothes with their growing form. Bernard looked pained for a minute until he unzipped his pants letting out his eight inches of studliness. Lyndon frowned out of jealousy, she now missed her penis more than ever. Why did the boy and the old man have to get a boost and she stuck getting boosted? The vulnerability and sense of loss she felt between her legs added to her desperation. She backed away bumping into the wall Bernard took a giant step forward and grunted. "Halt everything," Walter shouted from behind Helen and Cathy, "not all of our guests are ready." Helen's heart raced at the fact that Walter had appeared so suddenly behind them. She tried to take a deep breath and calm down, but all of this was too weird. Her sense of reality was going awry there were too many facets to handle so many laws of physics and decency being broken. Helen's mind broke as she began to snicker. Something tickled her about how all of this was going on. The tickled crawled inside her body and began to laugh with her. The caresses within her body got deeper as she held her sides from the pain. The snicker grew into a chuckle as Cathy looked concerned at her friend who now was tearing up. Helen felt the need for the laughter to be louder to comfort her. The room began to spin and fade; this whole time she had been exhaling and forgetting to breath in. She took a deep breath in and ballooned out. Her hips exploded and her butt bounced out to 40 inches grazing against Walter's boner. Her waist tightened and back curved as her slight middle-aged post pregnant gut went up against her nipples filling out her shirt. Helen was relieved by the laughter until she saw the damage done on her body. Her nipples now stuck out of her shirt; she immediately buttoned her sweater over them. Walter thrusted slightly against Helen's rear startling her. She began to move on the other side of the table next to Lyndon and Alexa. "Well," Walter said, "let's see what you're made of." The lights began to dim and speakers from the PA began to play some upbeat funk. All the girls were so nervous, but that driving bass line was communicating to them instinctually. Alexa was the first to respond and give a subtle stomach roll as she leaned back. Lyndon and Helen shivered trying not to get caught up in the hysteria. Alexa swayed her whole body again curving her voluptuous nature rhythmically; it felt so freeing to dance with the music. Cathy was the only one left and out of fear she screamed in Walter's ear, "You stop this right now or I'm calling the police." "Keep talking," Walter dismissed. "I mean it I will," she meant continue but something in the music was calling her. A melody was lacking that someone needed to fill, without a thought Cathy began to sing. She sang loudly about obscene things. She was originally an alto but her voice got squeakier and higher into a whistle tone. Her skin pulsed with every note and finally she let a high note ring out. During the extended note she grew younger and shapelier. Now she began to act out some of the things; a groping of her breast here, a slap on her ass there. Alexa's dancing grew wilder and wilder now she got her whole body gyrating and jumping around. Her butt moved on its own bouncing up and down so stylishly to the music. Lyndon and Helen were still unmoved but their faces grew pensive . Alexa started to point her butt out and shake it around with the entire rotation of her giant hips. Peter was the closest one to her and his eyes were engulfed with lustful rage his fist clenched so tight his finger nails drew blood on his palms. His body quaked and he grinded his teeth, enough was enough. When Alexa straightened up again and sashayed to the rhythm. She rested her hands on her knees and bent at a 120 degree angle and jiggled her cheeks up and down. Without paying attention Peter grabbed by the shoulders and gave her a cheek parting thrust. Alexa let a sigh of pleasure with wide eyes and then looked back to see the former teenager now hulking monster have a good grip on her. She planted her feet and tried to get away, but Peter was pushing his knees against hers giving no leverage. Lyndon was so focused on this spectacle she didn't see Bernard walk up to her and grab her hand. "Care to dance," Bernard scooped her up and grabbed her by the hips forcing her to dance to the rhythm. Bernard and Lyndon were facing each other as they shared grips; Bernard was pulling her in and Lyndon was pushing him away. There bodies kept inching closer to each other considering Bernard's superior strength and Lyndon's hypnotic urge to dance to the music. Alexa felt something on the back of her thighs slide; it was her hem line slowly sloping over the bulk of her butt. Oh no, she thought, he's going to see my undies. Peter pushed on her shoulders further increasing the angle she was bent over. Her cheeks pressed harder against his dick. Peter didn't understand what he was about to do, but it did feel good to have Alexa's giant curvy butt rubbing against his tool. No one ever went into detail about how these things worked with him before. His penis knew though, it was searching for something in between her legs. Lyndon tried to dance away from Bernard but he kept a good pace and then some. His closeness to her was increasing and what was worse she felt like she was being lifted off her feet. She backed herself into a wall without realizing it and was immediately lifted. Bernard released grip and she slid slowly down the wall being supported by Bernard's dick. It felt so good and weird at the same time. There was something bubbling up inside her. Her shirt shrank and three buttons flew of revealing the deep cleavage of her giant breasts. Bernard didn't waist a minute and buried his face in her ample bosom. Alexa's dress continued to shrink, after it was over her hump the stretched material snapped back revealing the entire red panties. Peter was overjoyed with the excitement and took his hands off her shoulders and grabbed by the hips and pulled up lifting her off her feet. Alexa put her weight on her arms and straightened her back unwittingly placing her love nest right on top of Peter's dick. Her silk panties did little to insulate the rock hard rod that was rubbing up against her. She gasped as her beehive exploded into a red mane of flowing hair that draped over her shoulders and neck. Helen stood there dazed; two of friends, one of them formerly a man, were being ravaged. She felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped, it was Walter. "Feel the music," Walter suggested while swaying her into a dip and then planted a gentle kiss on her. Before Helen fathomed the move she was forced into a broken arm and then spun. She kept twirling as the inertia started affecting her skirt. The flimsy skirt flew up and up revealing the very bottom of her panties. Lyndon was so emasculated by how sensitive and soft her chest had gotten. Bernard's foreplay caused her shame; she had gone from being a man into a man's plaything. The pockets of her shorts started to meld together forcing her wallet to fall out. Her belt loops grew wider completely covering her belt and buckle. Her zipper tabs fell of as the fly stitched itself closed. The pants went from cotton to a satin retaining its khaki tone. The new fabric allowed Bernard to tuck some of the stretchier fabric into Lyndon's fold between her legs. She moaned loudly as her hair lengthened and cascaded down. Alexa's bare flesh glistened with sweat. Peter could see her shirt was dwindling further showing off every inch of flesh. Her underwear began to follow suit inching way from covering her two giant cheeks. Peter swatted her butt constantly enjoying how much it jiggle. With every inch of fabric lost it wiggled more. Her panties were now past the bottom of her cheeks and they looked more like boy shorts. Peter could see the redness of the skin from all the slapping he had done. He began to knead and massage the naked part of her ass. Alexa felt the relief from the pain and pushed her butt further into her violator. The fabric continued to tuck itself in. Now her gluts were revealed and Peter grabbed a handful several times as animal urges took him over. Helen rotated to the point of dizziness and beyond. All of her senses started to blur she couldn't even feel Walter's hand holding her. Her spinning accelerated to the point of her skirt perpendicular to her body. Her white granny panties were in fully view. Walter grabbed on end of the skirt and Helen tripped over herself and fell to the ground. Her skirt remained in Walter's hand torn from her body. She laid there in shoes, panties and a sweater that covered her too tight shirt not knowing which way was up. Walter bent down towards her grabbed both tops and ripped them from her revealing her giant breasts. She was startled, but with the dim lights music and being spun too fast for far too long she couldn't really get her bearings. Lyndon felt her shirt wrap tighter around as the sleeves dwindled and the hem raise. The front of the shirt firmed up and tucked under her breasts. She now had a matching bra to go with her khaki colored underwear, but it didn't stay on her for long. Bernard's tongue hung outside of his mouth as he grinded harder and harder against Lyndon's poorly protected crotch. He ripped at the top and tore the bra from Lyndon. Her breasts jiggled free into the air only for a moment before Bernard started licking her nipples. Lyndon never felt anything so pleasurable her whole body gyrated violently causing wetness from her cunt to spread all over her panties. Alexa felt a pull at her crotch. It was Peter pulling at on of the straps of her thong. With intense passion he growled as he worked at her underwear frustrated it wasn't coming off. She tried bucking at him to get her legs loose, however, that only strained the thin fabric further. The waistband snapped the thong was taken from her and thrown across the room. She could feel her warm pussy exposed to the cold air for short while before the head of Peter's shaft tried to find its way inside her. "Oof...ugh...ahh..." was all Alexa could muster when she tried to say no. The soft wet nature of her pussy did little to prevent Peter's shaft from going in. After some rearranging Peter found the optimal and grabbed onto Alexa's hips digging his fingers into supple skin and plunged eight inches of himself into her. Alexa's face changed from defiance to shock to terror and then acceptance within a second. Helen put weight on her arm and tried to get up only to be knocked down by Walter. He lifted her hips of the ground and yanked her underwear past her ankles. Her voluptuous naked body was exposed. The sweat dripped from her body gleaming in the dim subtle light. Walter, worked at his belt and dropped his drawers. Before Helen knew her left leg was open and so was her pussy. Walter made a quick entry watching Helen's excitement burst on her face. Lyndon could feel Bernard's fingers pulling at her panties. After some finagling, Bernard push her panties to the side and hid his cock inside her. Lyndon could not handle what was happening to her with her new genitals. She had just recently acquired this opening and already it was being touched. It felt so weird feel Bernard, a man who she never feared outside of shuffle board, inside and thrusting. It wasn't fair that she had to be the woman and be violated; why couldn't have been Bernard? Why wasn't Cathleen being fucked she was just up there dancing and singing suggestively? Something was possessing all the girls the friction between their legs absorbed their thoughts. All they could think about was how gooey and humiliating it felt. They were starting to perspire more and their body heat was increasing. Any eye contact made with their partner only added to the feeling of helplessness. Peter glazed look and tongue hanging out did little to assure anyone that this was civil behavior. In near simultaneous fashions the heat inside them grew throughout their bodies until every tension they held in their body relaxed. Their focus was lost from this world and now they were going into a sexual shock. Without warning all three of them felt a feverous thrill run down their spine and the rest of their bodies. They all moaned for what seemed for hours as they rode the wave of roasting pleasure. The pleasure was torturing their nerves and just as they thought it was going to be done their lovers kept working at them. "Please...ah...stop," Lyndon pleaded in between grunts while bobbing up and down. "Not 'til I'm done," Bernard growled tensing his face. Bernard started pushing against her more forceful. Her soft body was squished between the wall and Bernard's giant muscle-bound body. Bernard relaxed his face and gave a sigh as he felt the climax coming. He grabbed her tight by the hips and tried to rip her in two. The hot liquid filled Lyndon and Bernard's spasms inside her quaked her into a multi-orgasm. She was blind with pleasure until unconsciousness. Alexa heard Lyndon scream like she had a toenail yanked off. For the moment she sobered up and caught on to what was happening. With some effort she got hands on the floor and pulled away from Peter. Peter started to lose a little territory inside her. Peter reached around and grabbed Alexa by the breasts and pulled. The grasp was more than enough to paralyze Alexa with her giant sensitive nipples. Peter once again was in control and he made up for lost time. His whole body slapped loud against Alexa's giant butt. The embarrassment was too much for her; when she came again she could feel cum dripping down her leg. The next climax went to Peter though as dropped his whole load into Alexa's cunt causing her eyes to bulge, her lip to be bit and her body to stiffen. She went limp and fell unconscious on the ground with Peter still inside her. Helen knew the chips were down and was waiting for her wits to return to her; they never did. The room was not only spinning but sparkling as well. It didn't help her that there was little light. She had felt her body give in to pleasure countless times. With her leg lifted into the air and her other held down by Walter it was hard to gain leverage. Helen could feel Walter intensifying his gyrating and she knew another orgasm was around the corner. She put her shoulders flat on the ground and sprang on top of Walter. Panting she tried to get off of him, but he was the one getting off. Walter's penis erupted in a geiser of cum that shot right up Helen. Every inch of her cave was doused in the hot fluid as Walter jr. squirmed inside her. Another orgasm hit all over her body and finally she fell on top of him asleep. Walter pushed her off and stood up to see that Bernard and Peter had already finished off the other two. They were nestling up next to their mates and falling asleep as well. It was just Walter and Cathy left. The music stopped and Cathy no longer was entranced with singing and dancing. She knew what had happened to her and knew that Walter was looking right at her. With a heavy gulp she started to back away. "Don't be afraid," Walter put a finger to his mouth, "I'm already spent. Besides, I think someone else could enjoy your company. Maybe after opening night we could get some people interested. I already have my bouncers and three very skilled dancers, but it would be nothing without a musical talent such as yourself. After a few rituals and some magical chants I should have this place up tonight."