Zossie was about to put the next record on when she caught wind of a scream and slap. Her eyes darted around the room until they fell on a girl with her left arm held painfully by a man sided by two buddies.
“I told you I don’t want to dance,” Quin shouted as her right hand was grabbed again by one of the other guys while the third firmly grabbed her breasts.
“Didn’t seem that way a few minutes ago,” The guy holding her breasts laughed before noticing her blush, “See you’re already into it. If you didn’t want to be with us you shouldn’t have danced like that.”
“Never club alone or you end up with guys like these,” Zossie muttered under her breath, “How about we fix that...”
Zossie reached to her left and picked up a record sleeve with simplistic shape drawings of women dancing to music. She slid the record out and placed it on the record table before a heavy synth combined with a multitude of large and exotic drums began to beat out.
The guy fondling Quin’s breasts named Bernard was laughing and squeezing them when suddenly his hands shuddered and let go of her, moving to his own chest and beginning to massage his own nipples. They began to push outward and grew into large D-Cup sized breasts that his hands began to fondle like they'd Been doing to Quin a second earlier.
“The Fuck?” Bernard asked before his hands shrank to become dainty and the nails elongated and painted themselves an electric blue. His arms slimmed down losing muscle and his shoulders shot inward. He moaned as his dick began to throb and let loose a load. His penis began to shrink and the cum coming out of it stopped being sperm as it changed into womanly juices while her vagina, uterus, and ovaries formed. She continued to fondle her breasts letting her tongue loll out as her waist caved in, her butt expanded to a jiggly size, and her hips popped outwards leaving a thigh gap. Her legs changed to become more shapely as her toes and feet shrank in size gaining the same electric blue nail polish as her hands. Next her neck shrunk in circumpherance and her Adam’s apple dissolved making the moans and groans coming out of her throat feminine. She built towards a second orgasm as her lips puffed outwards, her nose shrunk, and her eyes changed to a beautiful blue. Her eyebrows became thin as heavy mascara applied to her face and her hair grew down to her chin and coloured itself electric blue. Piercings appeared in her ears and over her face while beautifully designed tattoos formed on her arms and legs. Her shirt became a tight tank top showing off plenty of cleavage and her pants became slim and form hugging turning into jeans with multiple tears in them while boots with heavy black straps formed on her feet alongside a belt around her waist that matched it. A bra formed around her breasts and donated support while her underwear turned into a thong. An orgasm rocked her body as she moaned and forgot who Bernard was becoming Bertha, one of Quin’said friends who had accompanied her to the club. She was a tattoo artist who had owned her own shop for three years now and had broken up with her boyfriend a year ago. She wasn’t really looking for a relationship or sex and wouldn’t have come to the club if Quin hadn’t. She just wanted a few drinks and some neat beats to rock her ears now and wasn’t looking to bang a helpless girl with her buddies anymore. She was actually rather polite now and despite her rebellious look she’d been a polite a rule following child. Her last boyfriend had just gotten her into this look and the faded roots showed that perhaps she would let it fade and gain a new look eventually.
The man holding Quin’s left arm was named Richard and when the changes began to overtake Bernard turning him into Bertha he let go of Quin’s arm only to find his hand went straight to his crotch and began massaging his dick. It rose to attention and began to throb quicker than anything he’d ever felt. That throbbing began to pull backwards as his hard rod began to enter his body and transform. A vagina formed with all the equipment while his ballsack pulled into him turning into ovaries. She now felt that pleasure all over her genital area and her hand searched roughly for it only drawing more pleasure. Her fingers changed and became smaller, longer, and daintier while taking on a life of their own. Her right hand now thrust in and out of her genitals against her will and Richard could only feel pleasure and watch as her left hand followed suit. Her arms slimmed but remained muscular as her shoulders caved in and her waist shrunk retaining defined abs but definitely feminine ones. Her hips expanded and her butt grew to a beautiful but toned size. Legs remained strong and her speed remained high while her feet shrunk and made her shoes loose. Her loose shirt suddenly tented as large B-Cup breasts formed on her chest and her neck shrunk in size while her Adam’s apple vanished letting her voice rise in pitch. Her jaw became less chiseled and her lips puckered up. Her nose became somewhat smaller while her eyes enlarged a little and gained fuller eyelashes. Brown hair erupted from her previously blonde scalp and fell down below her shoulders becoming finely done and wavy. Next her skin began to darken into a pleasant light brown. Her clothes suddenly snapped to her body. The large shoes became military boots that her pants were tucked into while her pants turned into dress pants topped with a belt and a white shirt. A loose military jacket formed around her shoulders while a comfortable bra and bikini panties formed under the clothing. Next a ring formed on her finger and any semblance of alcohol drained from her body. An Orgasm wracked her body as Richard was forgotten and Raegan came into existence. She was here with her friends and had recently finished her military service. She wasn’t drinking because her husband, A nerd she used to bully in high school as Richard named Devin who now worked as a comic book artist at a major studio, and her were trying to have a baby. Memories of fucking drunk girls were replaced with gentle and romantic lovemaking with Mark every night as they tried to get her pregnant now that her service was done. Raegen smiled as the new reality took over and the smiles on Bertha and Raegen’s faces only shocked Zac, the last guy, more.
“You’re some kind of witch!” He shouted before bolting onto the dance floor and weaving through the crowd in a panic. At least until he paused to look around and dude the size of a bouncer grabbed his arms and pushed his dick against his bottom. Zac yelped in panic before his butt expanded to become bouncy and round. His hips flared out, his thighs changed size, and his feet shrunk. Suddenly he had no control over his lower body as it began grinding against the man like some common slut. He felt a look of horror cross his face as his dick throbbed and sucked into his body taking the testicles with it. He felt them pop into his body and then shift around like his innards had become liquid. It began to solidify and an orgasm began to build. She grit her teeth at the feeling and when the man behind her ran his masculine hands over her shoulders they suddenly caved inwards and herarms shrunk in size becoming smaller, thinner, and out of his control. The hands touched her waist and it caved inward suddenly causing her whole body to shift back and forth to the music and against this guy’s hard rod. She tried to resist the hands but wherever they touched body hair fell off just like it had for Bernard and Richard, no Bertha and Raegen...
Zac grit her teeth as her hands ran themselves through her hair causing it to turn blonde and lengthen considerably. Zac’s Hands kept touching it, ruffling it, and flipping it. It touched her neck and the Adam’s apple shrunk leaving her with an airy voice. It touched her eyes making them grow and turn a sexy brown. It touched her other features and made them puff up or shrink respectively. She continued to grind against the bouncer sized man as her face covered in makeup and perfume began to waft from her body. Her hands finally touched her breasts and they began to grow in a very sensual manner. First A-Cups, then B-Cups, then C-Cups, and finally large and bouncy D-Cups. It nearly brought her to an orgasm and her clothing morphed into a pair of heels and a tight pink cocktail dress. She moaned as the orgasm flooded her body. Zac was forgotten and replaced by Zara. Zara blinked and smiled sluttily. She turned and while rubbing her breasts whispered, “Lets go to your place,” to the massive man. He just grinned broadly and held out a hand politely before he and Zara snuck out of the club with just a text message to warn the other girls that she was off to get some nice sex with a complete stud.
Quin got the text and blinked, her previous altercation was forgotten and now she recalled having trouble with a guy only to have her friends back her up. She was happy she didn’t come alone else she might have been assaulted or worse. For now it was just a fun night out clubbing with the girls and Quin smiled as reality shifted to accompany that.
Zossie watched Quin talk to her would be assailants with a smile certain they were all happier this way, at the very least they were no longer planning to rape Quin and that at least was a victory in Zossie’s eyes.