You get yourself and Jessica a beer at one of the side bars off of the dance floor. The music's still quite loud, but not deafeningly so.
"So, what's it like?" you ask her, "Being a synthoid?"
She smiles at you, "It's no different from being a human, except for being able to do things like this," She shakes her head for a moment, and her blonde hair begins to streak with red, growing curly, until it hangs in ringlets of auburn at her shoulders. "And this," she says, shuddering for a second as her moderate breasts swell, pushing her dress outward as they grew from B cup to D cup in a matter of a few seconds.
"W..wow," you say, unable to stop staring at the gorgeous redhead in front of you.
She giggles. "I guess you like that, huh?"
"Uhh...yeah," you say, trying to control the borderline hard on you've got.
"I can change ANYTHING about myself, but other than that, I'm just like you," she says. About that same time, the music track is suddenly interrupted by a discordant burst of sound, like that of an old dial-up modem, a purely electronic noise. Jessica and all of the women that you can see react in exactly the same way, flinching at the sound, rubbing their temples.
"I..I'm just like you, but I can change," Jessica says again. Another burst of the electronic noise drowns out the techno, and Jessica, along with the other women in the club spasm a bit harder. The doors suddenly lock down, sliding plates of thick metal crashing down, locking the club tight.
"Are you okay?" you ask her, reaching out to steady her. Her synthetic skin is hot to the touch. She nods, still rubbing her temples, seeming to be anything but okay. "It's the nanonet..the thing supercomputer that helps the nanos run everything...something's...going on.." she whimpers.
The music cuts off, and the electronic noise returns, increasing in volume and intensity. "Command received," all of the women, including Jessica simultaneously say, "Project Metalbeast initiated!"
"What?" you say to Jessica, not sure of what's going on, but pretty sure it's not good."
"Pheremone sequence initiated, production 500 percent," she says, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, "Change..change!" She spreads her legs, and an aroma wafts toward you, intoxicatingly sweet and arousing.
"Jessica..." you say, feeling somewhat weak willed, wanting to run, but struggling to make your brain obey."
"Viral nano production protocol 500 percent," She says, "Change...change!" Her eyes focus on you again, and they blaze yellow. She reaches her hands to her crotch, massaging herself, "Change...grrrrr....change!" she says, red fur beginning to blossom along her arms. Her breasts swell further, along with the rest of her frame, tearing her dress apart.
You glance around, and you see that every woman in the club is going through similar transformations. You look back to Jessica, and in front of you instead is a hulking red bipedal werewolf woman, but one that is immune to silver, and unbeholden to the moon. You realize the whole room is full of them. It's just you and a handful of men. You wonder how you'll get out of this.