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The Party 3 By: Boredsitting This story is heavily inspired by the story Do Me A Favor by Jafar and Vivianne over on at mcstories.com. It's one of my favorite stories, and I felt that I could do as good a job as them. I'm still learning how to carry a plot longer than a couple of pages, so any advice would be great. I hope this is the place. Driving around downtown late at night is not a something I want to do more than I have to, and being social with my new coworkers is not worth getting mugged. Thankfully, I was told that Todd's place has a private parking lot in the rear of the building. That is if this is his place. I've only been employed at my new job for a week and was surprised that they invited me to their weekly social. Let's just hope I don't screw this up. I knock on the door three times. Party music permeates the elegantly designed hallway from inside the door. Wouldn't the neighbors be upset that the music is too loud? This place doesn't appear to be a playboy apartment, so a loud party like this seems to warrant an angry letter from the landlord. I clutch the wine bottle I brought and wait patiently for the door. My motion to knock again was interrupted by a cacophony clicks and thumps from a number of locks inside the door. The golden handle turns and the door swings open. Todd stands appears with his hands open wide and a bright smile stretched across his face. He looks as if he was welcoming an old childhood friend instead of a newbie from work. "Welcome, Kelly. So glad you could make it," he announces as his brings me inside with a manly hug. Todd's a big guy, so a hug like that would wind just about anyone. Holding me by my shoulder, he announces my arrival to the party and everyone shouts back their greeting. "Alright, Kelly. Take this Jello shot, and place your wine bottle on the table over here." Wow, that's pretty forward. Welcome to the party, now get drunk. Well, at least they know how to let their hair down, right? Everyone seems to be having an enjoyable time standing around and chatting with each other, so I just go along with Todd's instructions. He hands me a little plastic cup with a purple colored gelatin poured in it. I stand there for a moment and watch the purple gelatin jiggle around. Looking back at Todd, I raise the cup up and down the contents. Not bad, I think to myself. I can definitely taste the liquor, but overall it's pretty much grape-flavored Jello. I must have been the last person to arrive because Todd immediately calls for everyone's attention. "Now that everyone's arrived, let's get this party started!" The crowd explodes into cheers and yahoos. Great, most everyone here is already drunk, and I show up socially awkward and late. "I trust that everyone has already taken your shot, right?" The crowd again sends up a chorus of cheers. "Good, now each of you will take a card from one of the stacks located around the room." I look around to see many stacks of large, red and white striped cards on most of the tables around the room. They remind me of large playing cards. Everyone reaches over their nearest stack and pick up the top card as if we are all players of a card game. "No peeking, yet," Todd instructs the partygoers. "You know the rules of the game. You may only take one card at a time and only from the top. Whatever you get, you get. Be sure to throw the card away immediately after reading. We don't want any unfortunate incidents, now do we? After we all look at our cards, relax and have fun. Remember, no one leaves until the morning. Ready?" Todd waits a moment to build anticipation. I reach over to a stack of cards, but he interrupts me with a card of his own. "Here, take this one," he says and offers me a differently colored card. This one has black and white stripes. "I want to make sure that we have a bit of balance here. It's too much of a sausage-fest as it stands." I take the card somewhat dumbstruck at his comment. That was rude. I'm really starting to see Todd as less of my boss and more of an overaged child from a fraternity. "Whatever," I think to myself and walk away from him still smiling in appreciation but faking it as best I can. The card looks an awful lot like one of those greeting cards you find at department stores. It's made of cardboard and is folded on one side. "Begin!" Todd exclaims to the anticipating crowd. Scattered "ohhs" and "ahhs" accompanied with giggles and some groans pepper throughout the party as they open and read their card's contents. One-by-one the cards are dropped into wire mesh trash baskets located throughout the apartment. Still holding mine with both hands in front of me I open it not knowing what to expect. What kind of game are they playing here? I open it and large, bold, red letters spell out the phrase "On the other side" in a field of black and white stripes. On the other side? What does that mean? Is this how Todd says welcome to the company? I sit and stare for a moment trying to put it together. You know, that's very sweet of him to do that. Here I believed that he was some douche. I guess he really does care that I feel welcome. I scan the room looking for him in an effort to thank him for the card. He's over by a white statue of a naked man. Statue? Where was that statue earlier? I don't remember seeing it before. I meander through the crowd to get closer and see the statue is a male nude with a very large and erect cock standing out in front. Someone must have spent quite a bit of time on it, because it is very detailed and looks extremely lifelike. If I wasn't on a mission to speak with my boss, then I might have spent some more time examining this specimen of masculinity. It does seem a little out of place here, though. I walk up to the host and see that he is in the middle of a pretty heated conversation with another guy. "Why did you even make that card? You know that I was looking to score with the new girl," the other guy whined. "What's wrong with trying something new? You came here knowing the rules, right? Look at your buddy, James," he corrected to the angry coworker while pointing over his shoulder in my direction by the statue with his thumb. "But, Todd. I'm gay now," he responded indignantly. "Todd," I interrupt and brush his shoulder. He turns around to face me. "Yes, Kelly? Oh, did you read your card, yet?" he inquires. "Yes, I did. Thank you, sir, for being so gracious. I'm really starting to feel like I belong in this company," I offer and give him a hug. My hug lasts a little longer than either of us planned. I just wanted him to know how thankful I am that he gave me the chance to leave my old, dead-end job. "You're welcome, Kelly. Let's get to together later tonight, and I will fill you up while I share with you other stuff that we like to do as a workplace family." "Yes, sir." That was weird. Silly Todd, he must have said "fill you in". Reasoning with myself, I did interrupt him mid-conversation with a hug, so he was probably a little surprised. My hand still hasn't left his shoulder as I apologize to the other, angry guy for interrupting. I soften my voice in an effort to seem sincere. "That's okay, sister," he responds in a slight lisp. Good! I must have helped him calm down. He didn't bark at me like he did with the boss. In fact, he sounded a little feminine. "Here," he continues. "Why don't you take another card?" He reaches over to a table behind the statue and grabs another card. "Here you go. Go have fun now," he says with a smile while holding it out for me. Feeling belittled by his sister comment and his brushing me away, I am a little curious what else is written on these cards. I once again fake a smile back, take the card, and walk away. He was kind of a dick, so I need a moment to clear the nasty thoughts I have of him before I make a dick of myself, too. A sudden cramp hits me hard behind my belly button forcing me to stop for a second. Flashes of heat and pressure radiate from the cramp all the way throughout my body. I need a bit of fresh air to gather myself, and spot a pair of French doors that lead out to a balcony. Feeling as if the cramping has gone away, I start towards the doors. The bulk of the party is gathered in the center of the room, so I have to force my way around some of them to get to the balcony. As I shimmy towards the middle of the crowd a new, upbeat dance song starts and everyone starts to grab each other and dance. I'm being bounced around a little, and it's now that I realize just how tall everyone is. Did everyone grow just now? Suddenly, a pair of large, strong arms wraps around me to hold my waist and shoulder from behind. Moving with the music, the hands rock me side to side forcing me to dance with my mystery partner. Whoever it is, she must be tall because I am resting my head on a hard chest behind. Seeing that I'm not going to make it to the balcony for a while, I admit to myself that this is fun as I raise my hands in the air being sure to keep ahold of the card. The song continues and I really can't see much of anything except backs, chests, and shoulders. A couple beside me seems to really be into the dance. She's large breasted and wearing a sweaty, see-through tank top with no bra underneath. Her dance partner is holding her much the same way mine is with me, but his hands are grabbing and squeezing her large, bouncing breasts through the shirt. She's rubbing her tight-jeans covered butt on his crotch, so the feeling between them is probably mutual. I bring my right hand back to hold the hip of my dance partner as we rock to the music. I close my eyes and lean fully back on my partner to feel the dance beat. The hand on my right shoulder moves me closer and reaches around to grab my chest while the other hand rests on my stomach. It feels good to be so close to someone like this, so I don't mind wherever the hands go. However, I don't remember my chest being so spongy. It's almost as if I can feel my chest resting on the arm. The cramps come and go fluttering among the verses of the song. I find that if I bend my hips back when the cramps crescendo the pain isn't so much. I'm stretching out cramps in my hip, back, and ab muscles, but everyone just sees me dancing. My partner behind me mirrors my motions and paws at my chest when I do. My chest, for its part, seems to be jiggling around a little as we bounce sending lightning bolts from my stimulated nipples to my crotch which itself is starting to feel odd. It feels like a golf ball is pressing up between my legs under my scrotum. The pressure is intense and I begin to moan. My partner must have sensed it because her hips are pressing into the back of my butt and her arms are squeezing my chest and belly tightly. The hand on my chest edges down to my waist and pulls my shirt out of my pants, and the other hand follows suit. I bend over in pain as the pressure pulls up into me between my legs, and my partner grips my hips not letting me fall over. My hips rock back and forth like before to alleviate the pain and I moan out ignoring the people around us. The hips behind me match my motions and rub against my rear. Suddenly, the hands pull me back up with the right hand going underneath my shirt back to my chest and the other staying lower at my beltline. One hand cups my bulbous right chest and squeezes tightly. The other slides down into the front of my pants. She must have unbuckled my belt, because it slides easily between me and my pants into my underwear. I'm pinned against my partner with one hand caressing my bouncing chest and the other between my legs. The pressure is subsiding, but my mind is spinning from the sensations I'm feeling. My partner has taken control of my body forcibly and is playing me like an instrument. My hands reach up and take ahold of the shoulders above me. The hand in my pants seems rather large, though, for female hands. To be honest, I really never looked at who is dancing with me. At this point, I don't really care. My body is sending waves of heat and pressure all over and whatever this person is doing to me is helping. I spread my legs to welcome the hand to the place where I still feel the most pressure and heat. Taking its cue it slides downward into a wet, slick, empty space underneath me matching our dancing motion back and forth spreading whatever slickness everywhere in my crotch. One part of my mind is screaming that there's something missing, but my pleasure and pain receptors scream more loudly. Our motion sends one of the fingers up into a very sensitive part. Its pad is rubbing on what feels like an opening, and I press downward instinctively. It teases at the spot, and I cry out in a high pitched voice "Please go in." Without hesitation, it presses inward buckling my knees. The hand holds me up while pushing a finger into me. I try to lean forward, but the hands hold me up. The left hand pushes up so much that now my feet have left the ground. I'm being held up while being finger-fucked against this stranger behind me. Whoever it is, I'm grinding my crotch into the finger holding me up and moaning out loud. A second finger joins the first and my body convulses into a heap. Both of my legs jerk and kick out of control and my body heaves forward into the hand that is holding my large, fleshy chest. White heat radiates from the fingers outward, and I gurgle a moan while my eyes roll back. There is no up or down. I have no concept of where I am. The universe is centered between my legs, and I cannot control the explosion from within. With my head laying back, my partner bends over and begins to kiss me on the mouth. Mmm, I moan and return the kiss. It takes some time for me to regain control of my body, and the kiss keeps me centered throughout. Loud cheering surrounds us but fades quickly in seconds. By flexing between my legs, I can still squeeze the finger that is in me. It must have awoken my partner, because it slides out and lets me back on my feet. On shaky legs, I turn around to meet my dance partner. Standing a good head above me is my cubicle mate, Spence. He's smiling down at me with a stupid grin. "Did you like that, lover?" he asks knowing that he just made me cum in the middle of the party. I wasn't sure if I wanted to kick him or kiss him again. This doesn't make any sense. What did he do to me? Why am I bouncing around inside my shirt, and how is everything so much taller? The song ends, and the crowd parts. I use the space to press my way out to the balcony. Now I really need fresh air. My movement to the door is resisted by my overly large clothes. They fit very well when I came here, but now they drape over me like a child wearing his daddy's clothes. Well, everywhere except in my bouncing, round chest. My patterned button shirt still seems tight across it. Holding my pants up I shuffle over to the balcony where only a handful of people are enjoying the fresh, night air. One couple is engaged in a rather risqu? show of oral pleasure with the girl on her knees blowing some grinning sap. Standing there holding the card in my hands I try to recollect my thoughts and figure out what's happening. "I see you have a second card," a male voice asks from behind me. I turn around and look up a very handsome man. His chiseled, Mediterranean face glows down upon me. "Your card," he motions with his hand. "Yes, this is my second card," the words stumble out without grace. My voice is very high, now - almost melodic. "How do you know it's my not my first?" I try to be smart with him. Maybe, I'm flirting a little. I might as well if I'm going be like this, right? "You're wearing oversized men's clothes," he states bluntly knocking down my weak attempt at flirtations. "Here," I say handing him the card. "How about you read it." He holds his hands up defensively. "No. I can't. That's not how the game is played. You have to open your own cards. I have to pick my own." "But what if I don't want to play this game?" I offer. "You have no choice. You've already started. If you leave, then you won't have a chance to get back to your own body. Mr. Todd would fire you immediately and remove all traces that you were here. Plus, this is a fun game if you would just let yourself enjoy it. Who else has the opportunity to live a night as someone on the other side of the fence?" He closes in and places his hand on my chin. "For one night, you can do whatever you want and no one will care. You are a very pretty little girl. Why don't you see how life can be like this?" I stare in thought. Maybe he's right. At this moment, I really want to jump his bones. God! He's so good looking. Think straight, Kelly. Okay, I guess I'll just play along. Looking around at the others in the party, they all seem to be enjoying themselves. Alright. Let's do this. I open the crinkled card and look at what it says - "For All To See". Yea. Maybe he's right, but I'm no little girl. I look up at him and swoon in his dark eyes. You think that I'm a pretty little girl? Little? I'm a little insulted that he would call me little. Reaching down to my large, bouncing breasts I open the top button of my shirt. These clothes are too big for me anyway. I look like a moron walking around in too big of clothes. If they made me this way, then they could just as well see what they made. "You think I'm a little girl?" I ask. "Well, do little girls have boobs as big as these?" My hands finish unbuttoning my shirt and I splay myself out to him offering him all of my breasted glory. They wobble around from the exertion, and my nipples begin to curl into little hard nubs from a slight chill in the air. I'm quite proud of them, actually. They seem firm enough to stand on their own, but jiggly enough to really never stop sloshing from my movements. Large, dark brown areola and hard nipples adorn the front like headlights on a sports car. "Like a sports car?" he questions. "Yes, like a sports car," I answer wondering how he could have read my thoughts. "You must have the 'for all to see' card. You're speaking every thought that is going through your head." "Do you know how wet I am right now for you, then?" I think to myself. "Just how wet are you?" he responds. My belt and pants are only staying on because I'm holding them up, so I let them go. My pants and underwear fall into a puddle on the balcony, and I step out of them completely nude into his embrace. "Feel for yourself." He reaches down and runs a finger into the groove between my legs. They shake a little from the excitement. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck as we kiss. At least this way I'll stop the constant monologue of what's going on in my mind. "Hey, Chet!" a voice from inside calls out. "Get in here. We're about to get new cards. You can come back to her later after the change." My Mediterranean lover sighs and stops the kiss. He looks upset, but I guess I can understand his predicament. He holds his finger to my mouth, "Shush. Hurry up and get a new card. As much fun as it is seeing you naked like this, your non-stop talking is pretty annoying." With that said, he turns and leaves back to the party. He comes back with a card and hands it to me a moment later. "I was told that this would fix your problem." He then leaves again. Standing there naked on the balcony is quite liberating. I turn around and look out on the city. We're on the top floor, so no one can watch above us. A wall separates us from the neighbors, so no one from the building can see me. When am I ever going to have a chance like this? I stand up as much as I can stretch my arms as if to wrap them around the entire city below me. Multicolored pinpoints of light flow below and in front of me making the city look alive. Veins of streetlights and car taillights push and pull along straight lines. I stand on the edge of the balcony perched above it all below. Only the lucky few gazing up can bask in my beautiful nakedness standing on a balcony. Wow! I'm putting on a show, and I love it. I turn around and walk proudly into the party strutting my hips as if I ruled the place. The party goers are still dancing, so I walk up onto a nearby table, climb it and begin dancing in my most sultry moves. In my mind I imagine the sexiest, most erotic dance I can. Midway through the song, guys are starting to circle the table below me. Their arms paw up at me trying to cop a feel of my legs, ass, and pussy. I let a few touch me. They need to see just how wet I am showing off like this. Some of them seem to be in the throes of their transformations. One guy has dicks as his fingers, for example. I bend down to allow him to put one a little in me. Not too much, though. Just enough to let him know that I'm horny. When the song ends, I glance down at the card that Chet gave me. It reads, "Dirty Little Secret". Oh, my God! Suddenly, a sense of petrification envelops me. I'm standing naked in front of all of these people! How humiliating! How in the world did I get the nerve to do such a thing? Scanning around the room for a safe place to hide I notice the statue in the corner where I spoke to Todd earlier. I hold my bouncing breasts in one arm and cover my pubic area with the other hand as I scamper over to the statue to hide from all the people. A chorus of boos and whines booms from the crowd that I left. When I arrive at the statue, I crouch behind it searching for anyone who may have seen me. "Who are you hiding from?" a low, bass voice from behind me asks. I turn around still trying to cover my jiggly parts. An older guy with silver streaks in his temples sits in a corner bench holding some girl clothes in his hands. "Everyone. Oh, my God! I'm so embarrassed. Everyone saw me naked," I cried. "I bet you get off on that, huh?" Get off?! I just want to curl up and die. Everyone saw me dancing naked. No one will respect me Monday. They'll all see me as the naked, dancing girl. "No. I'm embarrassed. Everyone is going to laugh at me Monday at work." "No they won't. They don't even know who you are. I don't know who you are. All I see is a pretty girl hiding behind a statue of a naked guy. See? No one is paying any attention to you now. They are all looking at that girl with the four boobs on the dancefloor." That did make me feel a little better. He's right. No one was around. No one was looking. "Here. Take this dress. I found it on the ground earlier. I was just putting it in a place that its owner would be able to find when she changed to a more forgiving form," he offered and handed me a floral patterned one-piece sundress. I quickly put it on over my head and thanked him for it. It was still quite sheer, but at least it's something. "You know. You're very pretty. That dress does a great job of making up look classically beautiful." I blushed. Gee, he's such a charmer. "Thank you, sir." Now that I'm dressed, I'm actually kind of happy to hear that from him. My legs are still wet, but this dress does a good job of hiding it. I look down at the statue's cock again. "I see that you like that statue. He's quite a catch. Any girl would love to have his cock in her, I bet. How does it feel?" I gush at the thought. A cock like that would split me open. Still, I bet that he would feel good. My hands caress the granite erect cock in wonder. I quickly scan around to see if anyone is watching. No one is, so I continue the exploration. "I guess I kind of like it. It's so embarrassing to admit, though." "Here," he states, "Turn around so that you are hidden behind the statue." He swivels me around so that I can still caress the stone cock, but the rest of me is behind the statue. "No one is going to know about us. Let me show you how it would feel." He lifts my dress up behind me and starts to grab at my butt. I bend over so that I'm leaning a little on the statue. His ministrations are turning me on. All the while I'm looking around to see if anyone is watching. His hands spread my legs a little and I can feel the air on my wet lips. They part. "Are you sure no one is around?" I ask. My pussy is vibrating with desire. No one will know, I think to myself. He runs his hand between my legs and up into my cleft smearing wetness all over. Back and forth he runs his hands between my legs. I begin to rock with him and moan. Suddenly on one of the passes, his finger goes in. I gasp in surprise and buck forward catching myself on the stone man. He stays in rubbing back and forth. I involuntarily squeeze his finger to gain more sensation. I look behind me with half-lidded eyes and tell him that he can do more if no one else will find out. "You have to promise that you won't tell anyone," I whimper. "I promise." "Okay." I just gave him permission to have sex with me. Here in the open. No. We're not in the open. We're carefully hidden behind the statue, so no one else will know. Oh, boy! I'm going to get fucked. Chet was right. This is beginning to be really fun. Shh! Don't moan too loudly. We just have to be very careful. If he hurries, then we can finish before anyone knows. Oh, I'm so wet. His hand is replaced with a soft, round, fleshy probe between my cheeks. I instantly know what it is. It slides up and down teasing me into fits. I'm still looking around to make sure that no one can see us. The head moves around my opening rubbing circles around my tingling lips. Then it stops. It stops at the entrance, and I brace against the statue in anticipation. Is it going to hurt? Is it going to feel good? Will I be big enough? Oh my God! Will I be able to stay quiet? It gently presses upon the entrance. My slickness helps it move inward. A firm pressure radiates from between my legs and grows. I start to whimper. It presses harder against the opening. The head is so big. There's no way it will fit. Without warning, the head reaches my pussy's apex and rushes in filling me with both pleasure and fullness. I gasp, but quickly cover my mouth with my hand. Suddenly, he is no longer an object outside of me, but now he's a presence within me. We have become one. I'm attached to him, and I can feel every movement he makes. Slowly, the invader pushes in making what I thought was full enough into more. This is a new feeling. I've never experienced this before. I just let a stranger into my body. Tickly, wiry hairs signal that he has reached his bottom. It's like I'm sitting down, but the seat is behind me and the chair inside as well. His pulling causes me to choke a little. The force creates a vacuum within me making me wish to be filled again. Again, he pushes forward filling me up. After a few of these I can feel myself loosening up and allowing the cock within me to move with more freedom. It doesn't take long before he's genuinely fucking me. We rock, undulating in unison. I try not to moan too loudly as he slams against me. My pussy is now just a pocket for him to massage his cock. My body jostles and wobbles with each thrust. I look down to see my large, dangling, bra-less breasts shake with each movement. My nipples are hard enough to be seen through the fabric. His fucking has taken total control over everything in my body. He's both inside and out. I can feel each motion not just from his hands on my hips, but inside body as well. "Hello, Kelly. Fancy seeing you back here," Todd's jolly voice awakes me from my fucking. I stand up trying to hide that I'm getting fucked from him. I would be absolutely petrified if he knew I was having sex at one of his parties. The cock inside of me continues to move in and out. I quickly brush the dress around me to hide that we are interlocked. Here we are just admiring the party together. Don't mind that my body is very close to the man behind me and we are moving in conjunction with each other. My silver-haired lover is still enjoying my lovemaking, it's just Todd doesn't need to know. "Yes, sir. You've got quite the (moan) party here. I'm enjoying myself very (humph) much." I'm doing a terrible job hiding getting fucked. He knows. He has to know. I'll just keep at it. Maybe he won't notice. "I just wanted you to know that my friend here," he motions to the jerk who I interrupted earlier," has a card that says 'Hanging Low'. Do you know what that means?" It's really hard to think at the moment. I'm still having sex, but I can't let on. "I'm not (moan) sure, sir." "He was quite the dick to you earlier, and I want to show you that I take care of my employees. Tyler, bend over and show our new girlfriend what has happened to you." This is the guy that gave me the 'For All To See' card earlier. That was kind of a dick move, but I really don't care about it at the moment. Seriously, Mr. Boss, could you please come back in a few minutes? Tyler's overall fa?ade has drastically changed since the last time I saw him. He's not too happy at the moment. Demurely, he turns around and shows me his butt. Wow! His anus has gaped open enough to swallow a football. It's pulsating pulling itself open with every second. "He was a dick to you earlier, so I'm going to show him what a dick really feels like," my boss explains and turns the other guy around to face away from him. "Stand here, Tyler." Tyler bends over and my boss pulls down his pants revealing a monsterously huge cock. It must be the size of my arm. "I just read a card titled 'Curiously Big' Kelly. What do you think?" I think that his cock is a monster. There's no way any girl would allow him to get between her legs. This isn't the girl-me thinking this, this is the old, boy-me thinking it. No one would be deep enough or loose enough to accept him. Then I look over to poor Tyler. His gaping anus is pulsing, welcoming anything this large into it. "Are you going to (humph) have sex with (whimper) Tyler with that thing?" "No. I'm going to fuck you." My pussy clenches in shock. "But not with this cock. No. With something bigger. Right, Tyler?" The poor guy whimpers as if he knows what's going to happen. My lover behind me still hasn't stopped fucking me. He's still pushing into me. By now, he's panting and I can start to feel him get bigger and bigger. His cock's pulsing is stretching me a little too much and I whine, "What are you going to do with me? You can't (mmm) put that thing in me." "Hold still," Todd says while he places his cock into Tyler's anus. Amazingly, it didn't really need to be pushed in but placed instead. Todd grabs his hips and slams into him as hard as he can causing the bent over coworker to cry out. "Just wait a moment to see the magic happen." The cock inside of me is starting to pulse pretty strongly and I can hear gasping behind me. With a grunt my lover stiffens and his cock pulses bigger than ever. Suddenly, his cock moves back but with a glassy lubrication aiding it. He just came inside of me. The thought sends waves of lust and emotion into my brain. My pussy squeezes tightly trying to hold him in. I knew that he would withdraw, but I honestly wanted him back in. When he pulls out with a slurp I feel such an emptiness...and wetness. Warm gizz drips down my leg. Satisfied that we were able to pull off our lovemaking without anyone noticing I straighten up and watch my lover walk away with a daze. Tyler jerks forward as Todd pushes more of his cock into him. He begins to moan and jerk all over his body. Is he going into a seizure? Todd doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he's just standing there with is cock in this guy's rear. "See, he's already starting to hold me tighter. Look!" He pushes the bent over and convulsing Tyler away from him, but Todd's cock and the attached anus seem to be connected. What in the world is he doing to him? Tyler's arms and legs begin to shudder and sink inward. It's as if they are deflating similar to footballs or basketballs. They are shrinking and deflating. Suddenly, his legs aren't strong enough to hold himself up and they both push forward. "Woah! Let's get you onto that bench, there." With such a strained effort, they both limp over to the bench where he lays down still connected to Todd by the ass. The convulsions are staring to wane, but now Tyler just looks like he's exhausted. His legs and arms are continuing to atrophy forcing him to lie motionless on the bench. He looks up at me with sad, endearing eyes and tries to cough out something. All of his mass from the neck down begin form a tube- shape and poor Tyler's head has permanently ratcheted itself in a forward-facing position. "He can't talk, Kelly. He's just going to sit there being a dick." Slowly, his features are becoming more phallic-like. With a cough and a studder, his mouth changes to a vertical slant, and his hair falls around him onto the sofa. Oh, shit! Kevin really is becoming a dick. This is too much. I turn around and run across the room to a hallway on the other side of the apartment pushing others as I go. People in various shades of transformation form a congealed mass of revelers in the living room. I make it to the end of the hallway and turn around to see if my boss is following me. Thankfully, he's not. I can barely make out is form on the other side of the party laughing loudly. Finding the first door that is unlocked, I force myself inside and lock it. Safe. How am I going to get out of this? This is all too fucked up. Here I am a little, big-boobed girl who has had sex with two or three people in the last hour. I want to leave, but if what Chet said was correct, then I'll get into even more trouble. I turn around and lean against the door. Emotions are having their way with me, and I begin to cry. If I can't leave, then I have to find a way to stay incognito. These cards change us just by looking at them, right? Maybe if I find one that can change my outward appearance enough that no one will know it's me. By now, most of the people in the party have already changed a couple of times. Who's to say that some of those changes are bigger than others. So, that's the plan. I'll just find some cards and read them to change. Now, I just need to sneak out and find a stack of those cards without being seen by Todd. I look down at my large breasts encased in stretched floral fabric. This is the first time I've had the chance to really take in what I look like. No one is around, so I can enjoy the view a little. Hm. No one is around. A shock of excitement tingles in my core. Wow, I feel so naughty. I finally get to feel up a big boobied girl, and it's me. Both of my hands lift up and paw at my chest relishing in their weight and firmness. I moan loudly and spread my legs on the carpet. No! Stop! I can't do this now. I can't do this now. I have got to get out of here. I have got to find a way to stop hiding. Hiding is what's turning me on. Hurriedly with shaking hands, I crack open the door and peer out. Most of the partygoers are in the main rooms, so only a couple of people seem to be in the hall. Standing up straight and walking nonchalantly I work my way back out towards the main room scanning for any sign of my fucked-up boss. Juices from my earlier grope session mix with the semi- dried cum down my leg. Thankfully, being out in the open is helping me clear my fogged mind. There, on the expensive-looking, dark, wooden table rests a stack of red and white striped cards. Glancing around to see if anyone is looking, I work my way over to the cards. Oh, god this is so exciting. My pussy contracts and my belly tenses. Even doing sneaky things turns me on. I must get those cards to the room before anyone comes close. I don't think I will be able to control myself if they do. Now that I'm within reach I snatch up the stack of cards and quickly scuttle my way back to the room. Once there, I lock the door, drop the cards on the floor, and throw my dress off into the corner. Oh, fuck! I am so turned on. Dropping to my knees beside the door one hand goes to my hard-nippled breast and the other shoots to a wet, inviting pussy. No matter how much I rub, I cannot give them the stimulation that they demand. My shaky hands both grope and squeeze in animal abandon on the thought that no one knows where I am. Fire and lightning spark out throughout my body announcing a coming orgasm. A toilet flushes and out walks my Mediterranean lover from the balcony. As if a bucket of ice water was thrown on me, I freeze and stare up at his surprised eyes. The tingles of excitement that were throwing my body into a lust-filled masturbation session suddenly stop. The effect is jarring, and I whimper at the loss. "Well, well, well. Look at what we have here. My little exhibitionist from the balcony." His once syrupy voice now oozes a predatory sneer at this serendipitous event. I'm exposed, and want to quickly run and hide again from the threat. "So, did you read the card I gave you?" I curl up into a shell on the floor and squeak out a "yes". "Good. Then you aren't going to talk my head off, then." He struts over to me and stops towering over me catching me in the shadow from the adjoining bathroom light. "No one knows you're here, do they?" His words echo deep into my belly. He's right. No one knows I'm here. "You left the party to have some alone time, huh? That's okay. I won't tell anyone." The tingle returns, and my pussy contracts. Does he know how much this turns me on? His words loosen my grip on myself allowing my hands to stimulate the parts they were trying to hide. Sparks of fire and lightning grow in my sensitive areas, and I'm starting to wet myself again. "So you went from an exhibitionist to a recluse? How cute. You know, we could do anything you ever wanted to do and no one will ever know. I promise not to tell our coworkers. Your secret is safe with me." I whimper and moan openly while opening and stretching my legs out providing him with a perfect view of my wet, inviting pussy. My hand vigorously rubbing between my legs sends squelches and wet noises throughout the room. The effect forces me to lie back on the carpet and openly masturbate in front of him. "Please..." I plead. I can't finish the word 'stop' because my tongue is almost numb from the lust. "Please what?" he teases. The room is spinning and I can't function other than to serve as a slave to my body's demands. My body needs to cum. It needs to feel something hard in it. It needs to be fucked. My hands rub with all of their might trying to cover as much skin area as possible. There's no way I can do this myself. I need to be taken. "Please fuck me." A sudden weight presses down upon me and I latch on instinctively with both arms and legs. His cock bounces around between my legs sliding around my overly wet crotch. He leans to one side and suddenly the cock centers itself at my entrance and slides in. I gasp. At once all of my frustrations and recklessness focus on the phallus pressing into my core. He's rough. His brutal pounding slams into my body causing my large breasts to bounce back and forth in rhythm. It takes all I have just to hold on to his hairy back. I don't mind, though. He's right. I can enjoy this fucking as much as I want because no one is going to know about it. A smirk grows over his face as he grabs a card from above my head, opens it, and shows it to me. One second I'm watching between my wobbling breasts at this cock that is fucking me for all I'm worth, the next a red and white striped card that reads "Barefoot and Pregnant" glows in my face. In frustration, I grab the card from his hands and toss it to the side. How dare he interrupt our fucking for another card! He chuckles and continues my hard fucking. I'm so close now, he'd better not do anything to take that away from me. I know his type. Controlling and dominating. Men like this think they can own girls like me. They feel that they can mark their territory by cumming in us and knocking us up. He thrusts in an effort to control me, but I accept it because I am made to be his receptacle. I'm going to let him cum inside of me. If he wants to mark me, then fine. That will make it harder for my boss to do anything to me later on. This is a good thing I convince myself. My mind is made up. I'm going to let him knock me up. I churn a little at the thought. This stud is going to mark me as his by cumming in me. I might as well enjoy it, right. My pussy can now do the job it is created for - to accept his seed. Maybe this is how I am going to get out of fucking the boss tonight. "Please cum in me," I beg. "Don't stop until you cum in me." He moans in lust and speeds up. Yes, he's going to do it. He's going to put a baby in me. A jolting knock at the door awakes us from our rutting. "Hello? Is there anyone in there?" That son of a bitch! How dare he interrupt us. "Get lost!" my man shouts. I echo his warning, "Yea, we're trying to make a baby in here!" My Mediterranean lover stops fucking for a second and stares at me in disgust. For my part I continue squeezing and manipulating his hard, turgid cock with my interior muscles trying to milk him of his seed. He's not moving. "No! We are so close. Keep fucking me. Please, but that baby in me." I grunt while gyrating and moaning underneath him. Swiftly, he sits up releasing himself from my hungry womb. Our juices spray in an arc above us landing some on my face. I look up at him in confusion, panting with sweat and love juices covering the valley between my shaky breasts. "What the fuck are you doing? You can't have a baby, and I'm not going to give you one." He leans back to give himself some breathing room. No! What is he saying? Of course I can have a baby. I have the pussy to make one. All I need is his cum in me. This bastard is going to keep me from my baby. "Look toots. I just want a good fuck. That card that the boss man gave me a permanent hard-on with no chance of cumming. I guess he thought it would be cute to see me be able to fuck all of you girls all night without stopping. You're wasting your time with me." Wasting my time?!? I wanted to hurt this vile creature so badly. How dare he try to take my baby away. Reaching overhead, I grab one of the cards and open it in his direction. He tries unsuccessfully to get up. Yea, payback is a bitch, and this bitch needs to get knocked up. His eyes stay open widely and his movements seem uncoordinted a little as if he is drunk. Maybe that's what the card made him. I jump over on top of him in a flurry. He didn't resist as I pinned him down by straddling his torso. "You're going to cum in me you bastard. You hear me? Yea, I've noticed that one card can cancel out the previous one. I'm going to get my seed from you now that you can cum." "Plastic Fantastic..." he murmurs in response. Still wet and horny from our previous fucking, I slide down to his cock and lean over it. His movements are slowing down. It looks as if he wants to respond, but the card must be working on him. Honestly, I don't care. I want a baby. Reaching between my legs, I grab the steel-hard dick and guide it back into me. Its size hasn't changed, but it seems a little harder, more artificial than before. With purpose this time, I'm rocking myself back and forth on his member in an effort to coax his seed out as soon as possible. Yea, this has nothing to do with pleasure. This is all a means to an end. My breasts hang down between us and every so often a nipple rubs against his chest. They rock back and forth in rhythm with my rutting. My lover underneath me isn't playing with them, unfortunately. In fact, he seems pretty still. His arms are firmly positioned at his sides and his face hasn't lost his blank expression. Surely, his face would show some emotion, some pleasure from this beautiful girl riding his rigid cock. I close my eyes imagining how full my swaying boobs would feel full of milk and the blessed release when my baby sucks on them. With my legs straddled on both sides of his hips I lean back and sit upright pressing my entire weight on him. Now I can give my girls the attention that they deserve. I can feel both the hardness of the nipple from my hands and the lightning bolts they generate from inside. My hands grab and lift them up as I rock. Their mass fills my hands and jiggles with each motion. They're not made of fat. They're not like a belly. They are firm. They harden their large brown tips when stimulated. They announce to the world that I am available for fucking. They stand out and dominate my lower vision with their magnificent undulations. These are my tits! (whimper) These are my girls! They are my sign to the world that I'm a fucking sexy...(grunt)...mother. The word 'mother' echoes in my mind and pushes me over the edge. Oh God! I'm cumming. My legs jerk uncontrollably as rings of fire rocks my body through spasms sending me forward onto the hard, plastic chest below. Thunk. It takes a few moments for me to find myself. The hard cock still continues to fill me, but my face is lying on a hard plastic shell. Somewhat dazed, I sit up on the cock moaning at its fullness. Between my legs sets a plastic love doll with a fixed expression and fake, black hair. Oh, shit! I jump off of my former lover and shuffle a few steps back. Where I was sitting as a large was a rubberized dildo jutting from his crotch slick with my juices but no semen. Titling my head in confusion, I'm not sure if I'm more upset that he changed on me or that he still didn't cum in me. I bring my hands to my belly as to assuage it that it will be filled. I know that it's the card that is driving me to it, but every desire within me is directing me to find a mate. My thoughts drift to the revelers outside. Surely in this party of sex-crazed men one of them is bound to want to knock me up. So it's decided. I'm going to find the first man I see and have him make a baby in me. Completely abandoning any pretense of modesty, I throw open the door and march into the living room baring all that I can. This little momma wants a baby, and she wants it now. Dance music still echoes down the hallway and I can still hear a few revelers enjoying themselves. Turning the corner, however, confirms that the party is in its last throes. Only a few dancers are left gyrating their mostly nude bodies to the music. Dozens of nude and semi-nude partiers lie passed out in varying positions and in different forms of transformation. My feet kick some empty cups and bent and torn cards that lay scattered over the floor. Scattered amongst the unconscious coworkers couples and multiples continue to fondle and fuck each other. Each couple is more strangely transformed than the next. If there was a modern Caligula, then this would rival any that exist. Across the dance floor a man sits staring in my direction. He's the only person left that is not wasted by the aberrant goings-on throughout the night, and he beckons to me to come to him as if he knew that I would be arriving. Sitting nude on the couch that I left him on, my boss, Todd, greets me as I meander closer. "It's about time you decided to join me," he says proudly as if there was no doubt. I don't respond to his arrogance. He's resting on the cream-colored cushions in a white, wood couch. Todd's arms spread out behind him and his legs are spread showing without a concern that he is completely nude. A smug look on his face almost makes me turn around and leave, but I have business to do and it will take more than being an ass to make me change my mind. "Where's Tyler?" I ask. I don't really want to allow that dick to see me on the inside, if I can help it. "Oh, he's around. He got attached to someone and stayed with him for the rest of the night. Congratulations, though. It looks like you are the last one with your wits." His grin makes me want to smack him, but he's still very charming. "I tell you what. If you can stay with me until dawn, then I'll give you another black and white card to change you back." In his left hand he holds a black and white striped card like the one that turned me into this girl. But what if I don't want to go back? What if I want to stay like this? I'm happy and beautiful. Why would I give up the chance to be a mommy? No! I have to return to my former self. This is fun, but I have a life outside of this company. Oh, but the orgasms are so fulfilling, and I love the way my breasts jiggle when I walk. Driven by lust and the desire to mate, I strut over to him and straddle his lap. My right hand opens his forcing the card to fall behind the couch and we interlock our fingers. My left reaches down to stroke his softened dick underneath me. I stare into his eyes with both desire and determination. "I see you've made the right decision, Kelly." "Shut up and fuck me, asshole," I snarl. His cock feels fuller than the others that I've touched tonight. It seems to bend and move along with my manipulations as if it can move on its own. Good! Maybe he'll let me cum before he does, I think as I guide it to my pussy. Its head presses up against me and slides back and forth on its own spreading my slick juices along my cleft. "I see that you aren't wearing any shoes, Kelly. I wonder what the last card you drew was." I grunt loudly and slam my pussy down on his rigid cock swallowing it completely into me. The pressure radiates outward followed by pleasure. This is what I'm supposed to be. I'm built to be a receptacle for a man's seed. I slide up and down violently. My lips bending and pulling as we rut. I can feel my wetness pool underneath on my ass cheeks as slurping noises show my boss how wet I am. He lays back allowing me to do the work. Inside, my muscles tighten with every upward pull and loosen when I drop back down and my hips roll back and forth to accentuate the milking. Our silence is punctuated with wanton moans and whimpers of lust. My outward fortitude begins to wane as our fucking stimulates my pleasure centers. I can no longer glare at him in anger as my face reveals the pleasure that I'm feeling. I mewl in delight and groan as I work my pussy over his cock. Inside, my mind has become one with my drive for pregnancy. Images of motherhood, childrearing, and birth flash in a dizzying array sending my consciousness inward. We continue to fuck, but I'm not there. My mind is focused on the blessings of motherhood and the promise that this cock has for it. I let go of his hand to allow him access to my breasts which he is taking advantage of. His expert ministrations of my boobs carry tendrils of heat to my core. Pinching and licking. He's pulling and caressing. Finally a warm, wet mouth descends upon my left nipple and begins to suck. Oh, god! His large, coarse hands reach up and grab me by my side underneath my armpits and begin to lift me aiding my rough fucking. I'm no longer in command of our mating. He has taken control, and I can't keep it inside. I grimace and whimper. Self-control has no part in this mating, for it is purely natural. "I bet you want me to cum inside, huh?" I cry out, "Yes, oh god, yes. Cum inside of me. Put that baby in me." He begins to grunt and the cock inside pulses bigger and bigger. My face contorts and all of the things I want to say to him to encourage him to cum in me only seem to move my mouth in breathless, scattered mewls. Inside, his cock grows stronger and harder and pushes deeper. My legs have begun to spasm and I press downward has hard as I can to get as much of him inside as possible grinding against his hips. Belly muscles contract pulling me forward against his mouth making me feel no stronger than a child in his arms. I plead with him to give me his seed in fits and spurts. Outside, it just sounds like begging and whimpering, but inside I'm screaming out his name. I feel a jerk deep within me and look out through half-lidded eyes to see his have rolled back. Like a spring that has been wound tightly he tenses up pausing his fucking. Then, with a powerful shout he releases all of his pent-up energy into the depths of my womb. Jets of cum detonate within my core and the lap below me thrusts up violently. Like a cowgirl riding a bull, I take him all within me while holding on with my hands on his shoulders. Waves of powerful thrusts follow echoing the initial explosion. Each one slightly less intense as the previous, I ride him back to the couch. Exhausted, I fall off of his lap and onto the couch to the side. A thick, clumpy stream of cum rolls out of me onto the back of my thighs and my poor pussy slowly constricts back to its original size. Lazily, I glance over to his lap to see a withered cock with eyes lay sideways on a passed out man's lap. Contented sleep overcomes me. The sounds of shuffling and lazy conversation wakes me from my dreamless sleep. Without moving, I open my eyes to see a cleanly-dressed Todd handing out cards to everyone as they exit the apartment thanking them for coming out. Coworkers mingle among themselves to recount their exploits from last night. Daylight streams in from the windows. I feign sleep as they all shamble out of the room. Sometime during the night, someone placed a blanket over me to keep me warm. "That was so thoughtful," I think as I hold it tightly. When the last person leaves, Todd looks over in my direction and smiles. "Wakey, wakey my dear Kelly. It's time to get up and return to the real world," he calls to me in a sing-song voice. Lazily, I push myself up but find that it's a little harder than I expected. A large mass in front of me won't allow me to bend my torso, so I have to push from the side. As I lean up, I can see why. My pregnant belly sticks out making me look like I'm holding a pillow inside the blanket. Large, blue- veined breasts wobble on top then drop to each side. "Hey, Tyler," he calls out to the kitchen. "Our baby momma decided to wake up." "That's cute, boss. She was a lot of fun last night," Tyler expressed with a grin. Still fuzzy headed from sleep I reach down and caress my secure belly. It pushes out in front in a firm, dramatic way letting everyone know that I had sex. On each side, my bra-less exposed breasts hang ballooned up much larger than they were last night. "Here's your card, again. You can read it here or take it home if you want. I allow some people to keep some of the more natural changes until they get home." Natural changes? It doesn't get any more natural than pregnancy. The realization dawned on me, I did it. I got knocked up. Butterflies of happiness and joy flutter all over. I got myself pregnant. I'm going to be a momma. "You know, Todd. I think I like this just the way it is," I say as I take the card. "So, who's baby am I having?" Both Todd and Tyler drop their mouths in surprise.