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 Author: wandrer
Title: Frenzied Fantasies, Season 1
Part: Episode 3
Universe: Fantasy Frenzy (and others)
Keywords: mf, ff, tf, tg, humil, gang, bd
Summary: The first season of a new "reality" show, though reality will
be somewhat questionable since it is hosted by the Fantasy Frenzy clubs.
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   "Frenzied Fantasies" Season 1, Episode 3

   The scene fades in on one of the bedroom doors, which opens after a long
moment, showing the pretty little Ginny.  The blonde still looks haunted by
everything that has happened to her today.  She walks into her room,
seemingly in a slight daze, and then stops.  Blinking, she looks around,
then down at herself, then over to the side of the bed and floor where Jon
had slept - now innocently empty.

   She draws a shuddering breath --and then another --and then chokes.  She
stumbles one more step forward before falling to her knees and sobbing out
her humiliation and horror in long, pitiful cries.

   The camera mercilessly cuts to another room, and another sobbing girl -
in this case Jane, who is gritting her teeth, clearly trying to stop
herself even as tears roll down her pale cheeks.  Dan follows behind her, a
plaintive look on his face.

   "Honey, please," Dan says, hands outstretched, "I'm so sorry - you saw!
I tried to pick you, I --"

   Jane whirls on him as the door closes and slaps him, hard, the sound
shockingly loud.  Both of them stand, stunned, as Dan's face slowly turns
red in the shape of her hand.  Jane recovers first, though, fighting down
hiccuping sobs to snarl at her husband, raising a hand to his obviously
stinging cheek.

   "F-fuck you!  Don't try to t-tell me that you didn't want her!  I saw
how you made her cum --I saw the look on your face while you fucked her
--you've *never* looked at me like that!  Tell me you didn't!  Tell me you
haven't been fantasizing about her all these years!"

   Dan looks at his wife and swallows --then looks down in shame, answer
enough.  Jane lets out another sob.

   "And I --oh god --I --that woman made me --I can still taste her in my
mouth --"

   The camera catches Dan's cock twitch at that, even as his blush deepens.
Thankfully, Jane doesn't notice, instead looking down at herself and
letting out a low wail.

   "And now --oh god --I'm a freak!  I've got --I've got a --I've got
*your*..."

   Jane can't even bring herself to say the word describing what now
dangles between her legs, nuzzling gently against her pussy lips in its
half-hard state.  Instead, she sits down on the bed and begins to cry
pitifully.

   Dan lifts a hand to try to comfort his wife --but then drops it to his
side, closing his eyes as though if he concentrates hard enough, he can
take back the last 24 hours.

   Another cut, to Kay helping her slender little daughter stumble into
their room and fall to a sitting position on their bed.  It's clear that
the petite teen is having trouble learning to balance right with the
massive new breasts that hang down in front of her - dangling almost to her
bellybutton.  Though they must be about as large as Jane's, they look much
bigger on the shorter, skinnier teen.  The fact that they are natural
seems, if anything, to make it worse as - unlike Kay's permanently perky
fake breasts - these bounce and sway and jiggle heavily, especially without
a bra to contain them.

   "Oh god," Zara moans, "Mommy --look at my boobs!"

   "I saw them the first ten times you said that," Kay mutters in a
not-too-sympathetic tone, but Zara whimpers on, not noticing.

   "I mean --I wanted bigger boobs, but not these!  Not like this!  I can't
--"

   "Oh, stop whining!"

   Zara looks up as her mother snaps at her, and finds Kay looking at her
completely without sympathy.

   "Do you know how much I paid for these?" The older woman points at her
own enlarged mammaries, jutting out proudly, "And you just got even better
ones for free!"

   Zara stares at her mother for a moment more, and then stammers out:

   "B-But --mine are too big!  And they're heavy!  And OW!!"

   Zara's eyes fly wide open in shock as Kay suddenly grabs her daughter's
large nipples with a growl.  Zara lets out a whine of pain as her mother
lifts her enormous boobs by her nipples, gasping and wriggling to try to
follow the pinching and pulling fingers.

   "So.  What." Her mother hisses at her, "OK, so now you've got big E or
maybe even F-cups.  When we get out of here, we go get you breast reduction
surgery.  And do you know what you've got?  Perfect, natural D-cups.  Do
you have *any* idea what I would give for --"

   Kay stops, and seems to suddenly realize what she's doing as Zara twists
and sobs beneath her.  She lets go of her daughters nipples in shock -
which draws another yelp of pain as blood rushes back in.  Zara falls away
from her onto the bed, huge breasts tumbling over each other as the girl
falls on her side sobbing.  Kay looks down at her hands in surprise, and
then her expression softens.

   "Oh god --Zara, honey --I'm sorry.  I --"

   She reaches out to her naked daughter, who pulls away, crying, and curls
up into a fetal ball, knees tucked up into the bottoms of her new breasts.
Kay looks like she wants to try again, and then sits down on the end of the
bed and sighs.

   The camera cuts to Edward and Diana, sitting quietly on the bed, both of
their heads held down in shame.  After a few moments, Edward clears his
throat.

   "He was good at that, huh?"

   Diana looks up, pained.  She opens her mouth to say something, but then
just bites her lip and nods.

   "I'm sorry that I never really --"

   "Oh god, Edward," she chokes out a sob, "I *know* you don't like doing
that --I wouldn't ask you to --"

   "But --did you have to let him fuck you?"

   Diana stops, and again tries to say something.  Edward lifts his eyes to
hers adjusting his glasses.

   "I know --I had sex with that other girl too, but --did you have to
*cum*?"

   Emotions flicker across Diana's face, tears welling in her eyes, as they
stare at each other in silence again.

   A loud giggle suddenly breaks the silence, and we are in Rhys' and Kris'
room.  The larger girl has clambered on top of her visibly embarrassed
boyfriend, holding him down with her weight while he struggles weakly.  His
enormous, bizarre tits hang down on either side of his otherwise male
chest, with Rhys' knees tucked under the huge jiggling boobs.

   "Rhys," Kris groans, "Wait, we shouldn't!  I mean - I feel weird enough,
and what if I need to be ready for the next challenge, I --ohh."

   Kris' protests are cut off as Rhys reaches behind herself and strokes
his already-hard cock, pressing the tip of it up against her own
already-very-wet pussy, but not quite inside.

   "Sorry, lover," she says with burning eyes, "those sweet tits of yours
are getting me *sooooo* hot.  I wanna watch 'em bounce while I fuck you --"

   And with that, she plunges her pussy wetly down on Kris' cock, eliciting
another, louder moan.  As she begins to bounce her heavy body up and down
on his cock, she reaches down and pulls on his engorged nipples, eliciting
a mixed moan of pain and pleasure from the pinned and humiliated Kris.

   "Oh god, I'm faaaaaaat!"

   In yet another room, the newly chubby Kaitlyn is sitting on the bed,
holding up her own huge tits and looking down at them as she wails, loudly.
Little Abby looks over at her suddenly BBW roommate, and shakes her head,
then speaks, trying to get her attention.

   "Listen, Kaitlyn, I think I know how we should --"

   "Oh my god that fucking bitch!  She did this to me on purpose!  She made
me lick her nasty cunt and then made me turn into a fatty just like her!"

   "Kaitlyn, would you just --"

   "My life is ruined!  Oh god!  I can never go back to school!  I'm a
whale!  I..."

   "GOD DAMMIT KAITLYN, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO ME!"

   Kaitlyn is so stunned at her mousy little roommate's fist-clenched
scream of anger that she does, in fact, shut up, staring at Abby in shock.
Her smaller - much smaller, now - roommate looks surprised for a moment at
her own explosion, then clears her throat.

   "Anyway.  What I was trying to say was, I've been thinking about it, and
I think the only thing we can do is --we've got to win.  Every challenge."

   Kaitlyn stares at her.

   "Really - whatever they ask us to do, no matter how bad --we have to try
to do it.  As long as one of us wins, we can keep changing the other one
back.  Probably.  Right?"

   Kaitlyn blinks at her, then reaches up and wipes tears from her cheeks,
still looking shocked at her smaller roommate's sudden assertiveness.

   "You --you mean I can not be fat?"

   Abby rolls her eyes.

   "Yes.  Weren't you listening?"

   "I mean --sort of."

   Abby closes her eyes and sighs, as though counting to ten in her head to
keep from yelling at the chubby blonde girl.  She lets out her breath, and
then explains slowly.

   "Whoever wins the next challenge gets to change back.  And I'm pretty
sure that's true for all the challenges.  So --we've just got to win them.
All of them."

   Kaitlyn looks as though she's going to say something, but then both
girls look over at the television mounted on the wall as it flickers to
life.

   And fills with the grinning face of the Proprietor.

   "Everyone has had a little rest, I hope?  Excellent.  Now, it's time to
get ready for today's Main Event.

   "If you check your closets, each of you will find a wonderful selection
of attire for you to choose from.  For those of you who lost our last
challenge, you will find items suited to your new look.  You have one hour
to clean up, and get ready for an evening of clubbing at some of our most
exclusive facilities around the world."

   Rhys - lying with her big body splayed across her bed, her legs spread
to show the cum dripping out of her from the exhausted Kris lying next to
her, both of their large breasts heaving - frowns at the TV and then
glances out the window at the noonday sun.

   "Around the world?" she mutters.

   The Proprietor continues onscreen.

   "One small bit of advice - I suggest you consider which outfits will
make you the most appealing, and choose appropriately."

   With that, he grins, and his picture fades from the TV, his wide smile
lingering for just a moment longer in Cheshire Cat fashion.

   Dan cocks his head at the TV, and then glances over at the currently
closed closet with a skeptical look.  He glances at Jane, still sitting
with her head in her hands.  His eyes flick briefly down to the half-hard
cock nestled between her legs and the drying cum on her thighs, and he
looks away with an expression of guilty disgust.

   "Well," he says, clearing his throat, "we should probably -"

   "As for you, Dan --"

   His head snaps up to the screen, where the Proprietor has suddenly
appeared again.  He blinks.

   "M-me?"

   "What?" Jane says, looking up for the first time in a while, with a
miserable expression on her face.

   "As the winner of our last round, you will, of course, get to have an
advantage."

   Dan looks at the screen.

   "What sort of advantage?"

   Jane gives her husband a very strange look, and then looks over at the
screen as well.

   "Dan --who are you talking to?"

   Looking over at her in surprise, Dan points at the screen.

   "The --that guy --the Proprietor.  He's talking about --wait, what do
you mean?"

   Jane's expression takes on a clear 'you're crazy' expression.

   " --There's no one on the screen, Dan.  It's off."

   Dan looks at her, then back to the Proprietor, smiling his thin smile.

   "If I may continue?"

   Dan glances between them for a moment, then makes an almost
imperceptible nod.  Jane stands - shifting uncomfortably for a moment at
the strange sensation between her legs - and then walks over to the closet,
glancing back with alarm at her husband.

   "If you look on your bedside table, you will find a mint," the
Proprietor states.  Dan looks over, and - sure enough - there is a small
white mint.  He reaches for it, thinks better of it, and then glances back
at the screen.

   "That mint, if and when you choose to use it, will change you - you will
become your ideal fantasy self, changing to become whatever perfect image
you have of yourself in your mind's eye."

   The Proprietor starts to fade.

   "You can choose when, and even if, you wish to use it.  However, if you
do it may provide you a significant advantage in tonight's Main Event."

   "Oh my god," Jane moans loudly, looking at the clothes in the closet
with a horrified expression, "You've got to be kidding me!"

   Dan glances at her and then back at the TV - the Proprietor had been
saying one last thing as he faded, but Dan missed it in Jane's outburst. 
He sighs, glances at the mint, and then stands up to look over his wife's
shoulder, slouching in dismay as she pulls away from him noticeably.

   "I can't wear this stuff," Zara whines in a strident voice, staring into
the closet.

   "Oh, come on," Kay says, rolling her eyes and shaking her head, "it's
not like anyone you know is going to see you!"

   Zara looks at her mother with a horrified expression.

   "Mommy --are you saying you - you *want* me to dress like that?"

   A brief fire flickers in Kay's eyes, quickly stifled into a swallow and
a slightly embarrassed look, which turns into a stern expression.

   "Normally, of course not.  But --now's the time to dress sexy, I guess.
Here, let's take a look at how some of these fit those new toys of yours."

   Rhys giggles, eyes wide, and turns, pointing into the closet.  Kris'
eyes widen behind his glasses, and he shakes his head.

   "No - no way.  Honey, you've got to be --no."

   Rhys' grin turns feral.

   "Oh, I'm thinking yes."

   Diana is shaking her head, blinking away tears, as she rapidly slides
through the clothes in her closet.

   "They can't all be --I can't wear these!"

   Edward looks at her with a scowl.

   "Why not?  At least they're accurate."

   His wife turns to look at him with shocked hurt in her expression, and
his face immediately falls.

   "Oh god --I'm sorry, Diana," he says, "I --I didn't mean that.  I'm just
--"

   Suddenly, a bit of the old Diana appears, as her face hardens.  She
turns away from her husband, scowling.  Edward lifts a hand to her, and
then stops, looking miserably at his feet.  She turns back to the closet
and yanks out a shirt, looking at it with burning eyes, then holds it up to
her husband.

   "I'll wear this one then.  Is that what you want?  That's what I am,
right?"

   Edward looks at it and blanches.

   "Diana, I don't think you want to --"

   With a growl, she ignores him and lifts the shirt over her head, her
small breasts rising perkily as she slides it over her arms.

   "Wait," Ginny says as the shot switches suddenly to her, digging through
the clothes, "How come there aren't any --"

   The shot changes again before she can finish her question.  Abby is
standing with her hands on her narrow hips, staring at the
miserable-looking Kaitlyn.

   "Yes, you should."

   Kaitlyn just shakes her head.

   "Listen, you've worn much worse things going out on the weekends
*anyway*!  So what's wrong with you!?"

   Kaitlyn sniffles.

   "But --look at me!  Who would want this?"

   Abby rolls her eyes again, something she's clearly getting used to.

   "You'd be surprised.  Besides - unless you want to be like that forever,
you'd better win this."

   "But we don't even know what we have to do!"

   Abby makes a small, bitter laugh.

   "No, but I've got a pretty good guess.  And you're going to want to wear
that outfit.  So put it on."



   The scene fades out, and then back in on a large round room that we
haven't yet seen.  There is a circular marble floor, and other than a
central arch seemingly leading back into the rest of the villa, the room is
just a simple curve of blank wall, entirely empty.  In the center stands
the Proprietor, arms crossed.  The camera pans back to the archway, and -
after a moment - the line of contestants that slowly enters the room, many
looking even more uncomfortable than they did when they were naked.

   First into the room are Kay and Zara.  Kay actually has a smirk on her
face, seemingly somewhat enjoying her choice of attire.  Zara, however,
looks incredibly uncomfortable, and is also having some difficulty with her
balance, particularly with the semi-high heels she is wearing - and clearly
inexperienced with.  Zara wobbles in --and with the top she is wearing,
more than just her legs are wobbling.

   The two of them are dressed almost identically, with black leather
micro-skirts that only barely come down over their hips.  In fact, the
skirts are so short that when Zara slips, hers hikes up a thigh to show the
soft black fur of her pussy briefly before she yanks it down - somehow,
even after what she's been through in the show so far, she manages to blush
furiously, blinking back tears.  The skirts and the heels show off both of
the women's legs to great effect - Kay with her tanned, toned thighs
--Zara's pale and slender legs beneath her tiny hips.

   It is the shirts that really stand out, however.

   Bright, stretchy white shirts are stretched over the breasts of the two
women.  In Kay's case, her large fake breasts are nicely outlined and
poking out in front of her - her hard nipples visible in the thin fabric,
as she is clearly without a bra as well.  For poor Zara --her massive new
tits stretch the fabric like balloons, pulling it so thin that her newly
enlarged nipples are not only visible bumps, but actually form dark red
spots beneath the white fabric, leaving little to the imagination.  Her
bra-less tits jiggle and wobble inside the shirt, much more than her
mother's enhanced breasts, showing exactly how natural - if impossible -
Zara's huge boobs actually are.  They are so large that while Kay's shirt
comes down to just over her skirt, Zara's is pulled up and under her
monster tits, leaving her belly-button exposed.

   The final touch is the lettering - which reads "Slut" on Kay's shirt, in
bright red lipstick-like letters, the word curving and swooping over Kay's
large mounds --and "Slut in Training" on Zara's, though one has to work to
make it out as the words sink beneath her massive cleavage.

   While Zara stops, looking miserable and embarrassed, Kay turns to watch
their competitors enter.  Her grin falters a bit as she takes in the rest
of them --and realizes that Zara and Kay's outfits are actually somewhat
restrained in comparison to some.

   First to follow is Jane, who is biting her lip, though her outfit is at
least slightly more conservative than the mother/daughter pair.  It is also
--pink.  Pink mini-skirt (at mid-thigh, long by comparison to Kay's and
Zara's), pink heels, pink t-shirt with sparkly pink letters spelling "Toy"
in a bright, bubbly font.  Jane's large, slightly saggy breasts are held up
by what appears to be a pushup bra beneath, leaving her nipples quite
clearly outlined in the fabric as well.

   From the look of misery and disgust, it is fairly clear that Jane
doesn't like pink.  Nor does she like that she's dressed like a teenage
rave slut.

   Dan follows her in, dressed in a surprisingly normal-looking, if
somewhat out of character, set of black leather pants and dark, stylish
shirt.  However, his expression is if anything, more miserable than his
wife's.

   Ginny is next, looking mortified at what she found in her closet.  In
the outfit she is wearing, her cute blond curls and pretty angelic face
make her look --well, like the schoolgirl she is dressed as.  Her feet are
clad in cute buckled shoes, and her gorgeous legs are shrouded in white
stockings up to just above her knees.  From there, it is a couple of inches
to the very short plaid skirt - slightly shorter than Jane's - showing
enough of Ginny's thighs to give an idea of exactly how nice her legs are.
Her white button-down shirt is too short, too small, and missing some
buttons - the overall effect of which is to show her little belly, and to
emphasize her tiny breasts, making her look even younger.

   It is clear that Ginny - who tries so hard so hard to overcome her
childish looks - is not pleased at her outfit choice.  One can only wonder
what her other options were.

   Next in are Abby and Kaitlyn --both dressed with clear purpose in mind.
Abby, in spite of her assuredness in their room, looks much less certain of
herself now, blushing as she steps into the room.  Her top - if it can be
called that - is a barely half t-shirt, hanging just over her perky little
breasts with very visible hard little nipples tenting the fabric.  The
shirt hangs loosely over her small breasts, giving tantalizing views of
their undersides as she moves, and reads "Spinner" in bright red letters on
both the front and the back.  The shorts covering her hips and the top of
her thighs leave little to the imagination, clearly outlining the folds of
her pussy in the tight crotch, and she is wearing shockingly high, clear
platform heels - which she is clearly almost as uncomfortable in as Zara.
The pigtails she wears her hair in complete the picture quite nicely.

   Kaitlyn is wearing --in the very loosest terms, it could be called a
dress.  But the thin, tight t-shirt-like fabric is stretched tightly over
her newly chubby body, outlining her large, jiggling breasts, her
protruding belly, and her much wider ass --which is about as far down as
the "dress" goes, just barely as far as the micro-skirts on Kay and Zara.
Her thick thighs continue down - her legs still surprisingly attractive
even with their layers of fat - to where her feet are perched in high red
heels.

   The dress could almost be considered restrained - aside from the
incredibly short length and the tightness showing of every curve as well as
her thick nipples --and the bright pink text on it.  On the front, it reads
"EASY FAT CHICK" in playful letters - on the back, over the curve of
Kaitlyn's now-large ass, it reads "Lift here for easy access" with an arrow
pointing down between Kaitlyn's ass-cheeks.

   Diana and Edward follow, with Diana's still-smoldering fury slipping
slightly as she suddenly realizes exactly what she decided to put on in her
anger from the looks of the other contestants.  She glances at Dan to see
him staring at her with his mouth open, and catches Kay's smirk, and then
looks away embarrassed.  She glances down at herself, plucks gently at her
top as though wishing she could undo her choice, and then lets her hand
fall to her side, trembling.

   Diana is dressed --there's no better way to describe it other than
"tramp".  On her feet are high black stiletto heels, making her
coffee-colored legs look incredibly sexy.  Stretched over her wide hips is
another incredibly short skirt - in this case a ragged, torn jean skirt
that looks well-used.  Rips up the sides go almost up to her hips, making
it even more flimsy.  Up top, she wears an incredibly tight yellow half
tube-top, leaving her belly fully exposed, and again ragged along the
bottom making her look cheap.  In bright red script, across her small,
perfectly outlined breasts - stretching the fabric so that every bump on
her areolae are visible - is written the words "Cum Dumpster".

   Diana shifts uncomfortably, particularly when she sees Jane staring at
her with something between shock and disgust.

   Edward is dressed much like Dan - relatively restrained shirt and vinyl
pants --except for the fact that his pants are tight enough that it is
quite clear that he "dresses left".  A sausage-sized bulge runs down his
left thigh, making his most prominent feature quite apparent.

   And finally, bringing up the rear, are Rhys and Kris.  Rhys has a bright
grin on her face, once again clearly enjoying herself where others are so
humiliated.  The large girl is dressed in a tight, all-leather goth dress.
Her big boobs are pushed up by the tight leather cups, only barely kept in
by the laces pulled tight down the middle of the dress over her belly.  Her
skirt is actually longer than most, down to mid-thigh, and her feet are
encased in high, stilettoed leather boots.

   Kris, on the other hand --

   Rhys is pulling the deeply humiliated-looking Kris along on a leash
attached to a collar at his throat.  Poor Kris --is dressed almost entirely
like a girl.  He stumbles along in feminine platform heels at Rhys'
tugging, clearly completely unused to even the idea of wearing such things.
His very normal-looking male legs extend out beneath a black leather skirt
- short enough that occasionally as he stumbles, the tip of his cock
dangles down past the bottom.  His top is equally startling - it is black
and almost entirely see-through.  With his skinny, relatively lightly
haired body, his upper body looks surprisingly feminine particularly with
his huge breasts straining the see-through fabric.  His nipples are
actually covered, with black tape in two little x's over them - an exercise
in restraint that simply draws more attention to the shockingly humiliating
ensemble.

   The makeup Rhys has clearly applied to his face - bright red lipstick,
too-thick eyeshadow, and more - along with the high pony tail she's put his
hair in (there can be no question all of this is Rhys' doing from her
cat-who-ate-the-canary smile) is simply the final touch on an over-the top
humiliation of her poor boyfriend.

   The rest of the group stares at the couple even through their own
discomfort and other emotions.  Kris blinks owlishly behind his glasses, as
though he can't quite figure out how he let this happen to him.

   The camera swings back to the Proprietor, who smiles thinly.

   "Some interesting choices from your clothing choices - I will admit some
surprise at some of your selections.  But more about that in a moment.

   "Now then, up until this point, much of the show has been about your
pleasure - whether you've wanted it or not.  However, the Fantasy Frenzy
empire is really about sharing pleasure - in fact, in the end, that is the
primary purpose of all Fantasy Frenzy employees --which all of you are, at
least until the completion of the show."

   There are several choked mutters of horror and protest at this
assertion, but the camera doesn't pan to show who they are from.

   "So, as I mentioned previously, you will be visiting a number of our
clubs around the world, arrayed in your quite varied selection of attire.
The particular clubs you visit will, to some degree, be determined by your
clothing selections.  Now of course, the fact that these clubs are owned by
Fantasy Frenzy enterprises is known only to its members.  As we are
releasing you into the wild, there are of course a number of rules.  First,
do not attempt to leave your club.  Second, we would appreciate it if you
did not make any attempt to reveal our existence to the more common
visitors - this means no discussion of the show or the like as well.  As
you might imagine, breaking the rules would be ill-advised.  Any
questions?"

   This is met with silence, the group being familiar with the dangers of
breaking the rules by this point.

   "Excellent.  Now then, the Main Event.  For this challenge, over the
next four hours you are tasked with pleasuring to completion as many of the
club attendees as you can."

   There is a pause as this sinks in and the contestants interpret his
words, followed by an explosion of babble.  It ranges from moaned protests
from Jane, Diana, and others, to a giggle from both Rhys and Kay.  As
quickly as it started, it dies out at a raised hand from the Proprietor.

   "How you choose to achieve this is entirely up to you.  Quite simply
put, the person who satisfies the most customers of the club wins the
challenge.  The person who satisfies the least, loses.  The winner will be
able to reverse the physical changes to either themselves or any of the
other contestants --OR they can choose to rescue the loser of this
challenge from their fate, consigning the next-lowest contestant to the
loser's fate.  Which, in this case, means becoming the permanent property
of the Fantasy Frenzy --barring their partner winning the show, of course."

   He pauses for a moment at a choked sob from at least one of the
contestants, then continues.

   "Your clothing selections will likely aid you in your challenge.  In
particular, you may find that with the attire you have selected comes a
mindset particularly appropriate for each of your chosen venues.

   "And now," he continues, ignoring the half-muttered queries at that
enigmatic statement, "let the challenge commence!"

   He throws his hand out, and the contestants all stare at him in
confusion, shifting uncomfortably.  After a moment, he scowls, and then
turns to look at the camera.  He clears his throat, and then looks back at
the contestants.

   "My apologies.  There are still a few small bugs to work out in the --"

   Suddenly, all the contestants disappear.

   The Proprietor's lips thin in an annoyed line, and he turns to the
camera with a raised eyebrow.

   ********



   The transition from the quiet villa to cacophony is shocking.  One
moment the camera is lingering on the group in the round room, the next it
is on the face of a stunned Dan, looking around wildly in the midst of a
dark, glittering nightclub with the thumping base of house music filling
the air.  He shakes his head in confusion and disorientation and stumbles
forward into the packed house.

   After a few moments, he makes his way to the bar, leaning against it to
get his bearings.  He is scanning the room, clearly looking for Jane or
anyone he recognizes, without success.

   "Can I get you a drink?"

   He turns at a thickly accented voice over the din, to find himself
staring at a tall, striking black-haired woman behind the bar.  He starts
to nod, and then looks down, remembering what he's wearing - and the lack
of pockets or anything he might use to pay for said drink.  He lets out a
deep sigh.

   "Don't worry," she continues, smiling at him, "none of you need to pay
this evening.  Drinks are free."

   He stares at her for a moment, taking this in - and realizing from her
knowing smile that she is clearly aware of who he is and what is going on.
He blushes, and then nods sharply.

   "Something strong," he yells, "I think I need it."



   "Mom?!  Kay!!?"

   Zara is stumbling around the edges of the crowd, struggling in her heels
and unbalanced body to maneuver effectively.  Tears of panic are in her
eyes - as horrified as she might be that her mother dressed her like this,
it obviously pales in comparison to the thought that she might be on her
own in public.  Indeed, as the camera follows her, nearly every eye does so
as well - the guys staring with something like awe at the vision Zara
makes, and the girls looking at her with equally noticeable disgust.  Zara
is oblivious to all of it in her panic, however, holding out a hand to
steady herself on the wall.

   "Hey - you OK?"

   Zara turns at the voice, and pauses.  The guy who is talking to her is
incredibly attractive by almost any measurement, causing her to draw her
breath in sharply.  She blushes furiously as she catches his eyes wandering
down to her shirt and the assets it barely is able to contain - though
surprisingly, he manages to pull his eyes back up to hers unlike many of
the other onlookers.

   "I, um --I'm just --"

   "Looking for someone"

   Zara pauses for a moment, trying to decide how to respond, and then
swallows and nods.

   "Well - you wanna come hang out with my friends and I?  We've got a
private table up there," he jerks his head across the crowded dance floor,
"You can hang out there and keep looking for your friends."

   Zara turns her head, and sees that he's indicating the second level of
the pyramid-shaped club, which is filled with a number of sectioned off
areas, all of which sitting on a glass floor.  She looks up --and then
pulls her head down, eyes wide, as she realized she was looking directly up
a girl's skirt above her.  She uncomfortably smooths her own tiny skirt
down, nostrils flaring with nervousness.

   "C'mon," he says, grabbing her hand while she stands like a deer in
headlights, "don't worry about it, we won't bite."

   Zara, too disoriented to do much else, stumbles after him with a yelp.



   Kay, meanwhile, seems to have quickly gotten over any disorientation she
might have felt upon her arrival, and is dancing happily on the dance
floor. She is grinding her MILF body happily against one boy probably not
much older than her daughter, and he seems surprised but quite happy at the
attention from the hot, scantily clad older woman.  Another guy about the
same age sidles up to her and she begins to press up against him with equal
abandon.

   She gasps and glances over her shoulder to look back at her first
partner.  He has a stunned expression on his face as his hand -
accidentally, clearly - slid under her skirt while she moved, to encounter
nothing but her bare pussy.  He starts to apologize, but with a slowly
spreading grin, she reaches back and grabs his wrist --then guides his hand
back between her legs.



   Kaitlyn moves through the crowd of an outdoor dance floor, looking
around herself with a miserable expression at the throngs of thin, tanned,
long-legged mediterranean-looking women dancing in bikinis with any number
of men.  From her body language, her humiliation - particularly while
watching so many other girls in her normal role - is quite apparent.

   As she walks by, a guy behind her taps his buddy on the shoulder and
points at Kaitlyn.  His friend grins and they grab a set of drinks, setting
off in her wake.



   Jane sits at a table by herself, hugging herself uncomfortably with her
legs tightly crossed beneath her pink miniskirt - though red curls are
still visible above the top of her tightly crossed pale thighs beneath the
short skirt to anyone looking down at her from the right angle --a fact
which Jane seems unaware of.  She is sitting and thinking intensely about
what she's supposed to be doing, visibly trembling as she finishes her
glass.

   "Here, would you like a drink?"

   Jane jumps almost out of her seat, turning to find a man about her age
in a suit sliding onto the leather couch next to her.  He favors her with a
broad smile, holding out something alcoholic glittering in a glass.  Jane
stares at him for a moment, and then replies in a small voice:

   "Um --sure."

   She reaches out with a still-trembling hand and takes the drink from
him.

   "So, do you come to this club oft --"

   The man's pickup line trails off and he stares as Jane tilts the drink
back, slamming it down in one gulp.  Her eyes widen as she quickly realizes
her mistake, and she begins to cough furiously at what was clearly a
shocking amount of alcohol in one go.  She leans forward as he pounds her
back, and doesn't notice his appreciative glance down at her bouncing
breasts in her stretched pink t-shirt.  By the time she has gotten her
breath back and is straightening up, he has pulled his eyes upwards.

   "Ah," he says to her, "Would you like another?"

   Jane looks at him apprehensively for a moment, then nods.



   Abby hugs the wall, looking mildly terrified, her earlier confidence
having evaporated completely.  She stares out at the moving throng on the
dance floor - if it wasn't clear previously that Abby isn't much of a party
girl, her obvious discomfort as she looks around at the room certainly
illustrates that now.  You can almost hear her heart pounding in
self-conscious fear at how she is dressed, even as she tries desperately to
hide on plain sight.

   This club - as it is now clear that each of them have been in entirely
different locations - is much grittier than the others seen so far.  As
Abby looks around with her clearly panicked, wide-eyed expression, the
camera takes in what she is seeing - lots of leather, larger muscled men,
cheap-looking women and --sex.  Along the walls, off in corners, even in a
couple of spots on the dance floor, people seem to be fucking randomly and
with wild abandon.  Over there, a middle-aged blonde is bouncing up and
down on some guy's cock on a couch; there, two surprisingly young-looking
girls are kneeling and appear to be giggling as they lick the cock of a man
who looks old enough to be their father.

   Suddenly she turns as a thick hand falls on her arm, and finds herself
look up into the face of a man who looks like a very large, grizzled biker.
He grins drunkenly at her and says something - but this club is so loud
that it is clear that Abby can no more hear him than the camera can. 
However at his gesture, she looks down - and realizes he's pointing at the
text on her t-shirt --and possibly at the perky little points of her
nipples, denting the fabric outward.

   Abby looks up at the large man with a fear-filled placating smile and
backs away.  However, her half head shake half-nod gives a clearly mixed
message as the drunk man grins wider, steps forward --and lifts the tiny
girl into the air.  She has just enough time to let out a shocked yelp
before she slams into the wall behind her, the man's large body pinning her
there.

   Little Abby is so shocked by what is happening that she only manages the
weakest of struggles, her voice lost in the din, though her panic is
written all over her pretty little face.  She squirms as the man roughly
paws at her small breasts, pulling on her little nipples painfully as they
are bared to the room.  Her eyes widen and she looks down to find that his
other hand is pulling her tight shorts to one side, exposing her little
pussy --glistening surprisingly with wetness.  But what she is staring at
is clearly the man's extremely thick cock - rivaling Edward's for girth if
not length - as his pants have fallen to the floor.

   The camera quite clearly takes in Abby's mouthed but not heard "wait! 
wait!" --and then her sudden open-mouthed wail of shock, as the man steps
forward and slams his cock all the way inside the small woman in one
thrust. Abby's wide eyes fill with tears - but her screams, visible even
over the deafening noise, are clearly tinged with pleasure as the unknown
man grabs her little ass and begins to pound into her with wild abandon.

   After a few moments, her slender legs wrap around his ass and she begins
to fuck him back.



   Ginny is turning in a slow circle, looking with wild eyes around her
club, clearly searching for something.  This club is still loud, but much
less so than wherever Abby is currently providing entertainment.  Laughter
and clinking glasses can be heard over the slightly less pounding music.

   "Wait --wait, this isn't right," she whimpers, "I can't --I - please,
this can't be --"

   "Oh, aren't you just the *cutest* little thing?"

   "Ooo, come with us, chica - we'll show you a very good time."

   Ginny spins, to find herself faced with a pretty, thick-bodied Latina
leaning on the shoulder of a tall, slender and gorgeous black woman.  Ginny
takes an involuntary step back from the two, who stare at the scantily clad
blonde with hungry expressions.

   The camera pans back, taking in the small but very packed club --filled
entirely with women.



   A brief shot of Zara, looking much more comfortable now, giggling at
some comment one of the several attractive guys she is with and clearly
enjoying the attention.  She is sitting with her legs tucked up under her
on the couch, clearly very aware of exactly how scantily clad she is given
the glass floor beneath her, where the mass of dancers moving to the loud
techno music.  She entirely misses the murderous look that the girls
sitting around the table give her.  As well as the nasty grin they all
share as one of them reaches over and drops a pink pill into Zara's drink.

   The pill is still fizzing at the top when Zara absently reaches over and
quaffs half of it in one gulp between giggles.



   Edward also quaffs his drink, sitting alone at the bar of his club with
a sullen, thoughtful expression.  A girl walks up and says something to
him, and Edward seems to consider for a moment, then shakes his head at
her.

   He waves at the bartender for a refill as she walks away.



   Kris is stumbling along, eyes wide with panic as he holds onto the the
taut leash around his neck yanking him forward.

   "Wait, please - I'm not --"

   "Look what *I* found!" a low, sultry woman's voice says excitedly.

   The camera pulls back to show a room covered largely in red velvet. 
Music is audible behind the camera, but relative to the other competitors,
this room seems shockingly quiet.  A multitude of people are arrayed across
benches around the large, opulent room --and many of them are in various
states of undress and copulation.  What clothing their is seems to be
heavily dominated by black vinyl and leather, making it quite clear the
nature of this fetish club.

   Kris, stunned to silence, stares around the room at the scene in front
of him.  There are a number of men who mostly seem to be unclothed and
kneeling in front of various leather and vinyl-clad women --dommes, without
question.  The men are almost uniformly servicing the women in some way -
licking boots, vinyl-clad crotches and thighs.  Kris stares for a moment at
one man --who is kneeling in front of a quite pretty asian woman with
large, fake breasts --and a large, very male cock.

   "Oh my goodness --what *is* it?"

   Kris' head swings back around to face front as the woman holding his
leash yanks him forward again.  The woman pulling him is almost as tall as
he is, particularly in her incredibly high heeled boots.  She is pretty in
a skinny, severe way, wearing a mix of black and blood-red leather,
wrapping a very slim body.

   The owner of the second voice steps up.  This woman is much curvier,
with large clearly fake breasts pushed up and out by the leather dress she
is wearing - very similar in style to Rhys' dress from earlier, but a
bright red instead of black.  Her pierced nipples poke over the top of her
dress.  Her hair is dyed exactly the same bright, fuck-me read of the
dress, tumbling over shoulders around a pretty, pale, incongruously
doll-like face.

   Completely disregarding Kris' gasp of protested shock, she steps forward
and grabs his huge tits in her red-fingernailed hands, squeezing and
pulling the mounds of soft flesh beneath his shirt.  Her eyes widen and
sparkle with delight.

   "Oh my god - these are real!"

   "I know!" the other woman practically squeals with delight, "I thought
they were - can you believe it?"

   Grinning, the redhead grabs the fabric of Kris' shirt and - before he
can even protest - rips it open, letting the big udders bounce free.

   "Hey!" Kris yelps, "You can't just OW!"

   This last is a loud yelp of pain as the redhead, still ignoring Kris'
words entirely, rips off the tape, allowing his large - and obviously
feminine - nipples to spring free.

   "Wait --is it a boy or a girl?"

   A third dominatrix - this one a tiny blonde woman, with medium-sized
fake tits - steps up, looking up at him with interest.  She taps her thigh
impatiently, and a naked, heavy man crawls up behind her and sticks his
head up her leather skirt.  A few moments later her red-lipped mouth parts
in a small sigh as wet sounds start to emanate from between her legs.

   "Mmmm, let's find out," the redhead murmurs, stepping closer to Kris. 
He makes a small squeak and backs up --only to find himself running into
the tall raven-haired woman who is still holding his leash.  The redhead
leans in --and slides her hand beneath his leather skirt.

   "W-Wait-unnnnh --AHHHGGHH-gahhhh!  Ahhnnnh!"

   What happens next happens shockingly fast - first, Kris starts to
protest, which is cut off by his moan as the woman clearly found what she
was looking for down there, wrapping her hand around his dangling cock. 
Then, as if on some unspoken signal, the blonde woman - still being licked
- grabs his pony-tail and pulls down, forcing Kris' head back --and
allowing the tall, black-haired woman to deftly slide a ring-gag into his
mouth.  With obviously practiced ease, she quickly tightens the gag into
place --and it locks with a click.

   "Agglllhhh!  Nuuuuuuh!  Uhhhhhn --"

   Kris, stunned, tries to protest through the ring gag forcing his mouth
open wide, but only succeeds in making vague sounds and starting to drool.
And his sounds turn to moans as the redhead lifts his skirt, stroking his
rapidly hardening cock for all to see.

   "Mmm --definitely male, other than these beautiful things.  Oh, sweetie
- we are going to have *such* fun with you."

   Kris moans wordlessly in protest, as the three women stroke his body,
and the numerous other women in the room look on in fascination.



   Diana is looking around herself with an expression of abject disgust. 
As the camera pans to take in what she is seeing, it is quite clear where
she has landed for her club - a large, very busy strip club.  Women dance
on multiple stages throughout the large room - mostly girls of incredible
beauty and often significantly enhanced attributes.  The occasional cheer
goes up from the appreciative crowd as a bit of clothing is removed or a
particularly lewd pose is struck.  The curved back wall is a series of
mirrors going up two stories, giving a particularly good view of the three
main stages from all sides.

   It is clear from Diana's expression that she's never been in a strip
club - she looks pinned somewhere between nausea and rage.  She seems to be
looking for some direction to go away from pretty much everything that
she's seeing surrounding her, without actually leaving the club.

   "Here, you'll do - come with me --"

   Diana lets out a yelp as a quick-moving man with a clipboard grabs her
arm and suddenly pulls her along, heading for a thick red-curtained door
along the back wall.  Diana tries to sputter out a protest, but it's lost
in the sudden roar of a group of men next to her as a lap dancer lowers her
huge fake breasts over the face of one of their number, smothering him in
tit flesh, and she simply stumbles along with the man pulling her.

   As they pass through the heavy curtain, the sound outside is muffled
suddenly, and Diana finds herself in a long, curving hallway with a series
of completely unmarked doors along the lefthand side.  Laughter and
assorted other mysterious sounds come from behind the doors as they pass ,
the man occasionally glancing down at his clipboard and muttering to
himself.

   "OK, great - here we are.  Number twelve."

   "Wait," Diana finally manages to blurt out, pulling her arm free, "What
are you - I'm not a stripper!"

   The man looks at her in surprise, and then laughs nastily, shaking his
head.

   "With those?  No kidding," he says with a sneer at her small breasts. 
Diana, suddenly very conscious of what exactly she's wearing, crosses her
arms, and visibly blushes even with her dark skin.  Her expression wavers
between righteous indignation and embarrassment at his obvious dismissal of
her body.

   "These guys ain't looking for a dancer right now, honey.  They just want
someone to show 'em a good time.  Now get in there."

   From some non-obvious action on the man's part, the door suddenly slides
open with a hiss.  Diana lets out a outraged squawk as the man roughly
shoves her forward into the room, and then spins around.  But before she
can do or say anything else, the door hisses shut again on the man who was
already turning disinterestedly away from her.  Diana stops, a panicked
look creeping over her face.

   Just as on the outside, the door has no knob.  Or any other obvious
means of being opened.

   "Hey, awesome!  Our own girl is here!"

   With an even more sickly look than before Diana turns around at a sudden
cluster of whoops, whistles, and general noises of excitement.  Diana
trembles visibly as she leans back against the door.

   In front of her is a large group of very young men - at least a few look
like they are probably in college --though some look awfully young even for
that.  They are all dressed very expensively, however - it's clear that
this is a quite wealthy bunch --almost certainly a bunch of very spoiled
rich kids.

   Most of them have stood up and turned to look over the extremely
self-conscious Diana, pinning her with their gazes as they suck down their
beers.  A couple have already lost interest in her, though, turning back to
the window - which Diana now vaguely realizes is the other side of the
mirrors outside.  From their private room, these guys are being treated to
a view from a couple of feet away of whomever is dancing on the other side
- currently a gorgeous, huge-breasted redhead who has several inches and
even more cup sizes on Diana.

   The guys forming a semi-circle around her start to babble, and each
sentence makes Diana want to crawl further inside her own skin.

   "Awww, she's *flat*!"

   "And *old*!"

   "I dunno, I think she's kind of cute --"

   "You would - you always wanted to fuck my mom."

   "I *did* fuck your mom!"

   "Shit, Gerald, we *all* fucked your mom!"

   A broad round of laughter at this.

   "Fuck you guys!"

   "What does her shirt say?"

   "Huh?  Ho-ley shit --what a slut!"

   "Oh yeah, this is going to be great --"

   "I want to see those little tits of hers --"

   "Dude, you basically can see them through that shirt!"

   "Think we can trade her for that redhead?"

   "No way man, I like her!"

   Diana is fighting back tears and terror while the guys discuss her as
though she's not even there.  Suddenly the crowd parts as a taller boy
pushes his way through.  He's clearly at least in college, and tall,
blonde, and quite handsome.  The other boys all seem to defer to him as he
steps through.

   "God, you guys are idiots.  Stop treating her like she's a piece of
meat. What's your name, gorgeous?"

   The relief at someone actually talking to her overwhelms any irritation
Diana would normally feel at his cocky, superior tone - what passes for
"nice" amongst this crowd apparently.

   "D-Diana," she stammers out, then winces as she realized she gave her
real name.

   "Well, Diana," the guy says, giving her a lopsided smile, "Ignore these
morons.  Come on in - would you like a drink?"

   Diana steps forward, gingerly, and takes the proffered glass, a small
snifter filled with a swirling amber liquid.  She follows the taller guy as
he turns to head back into the room, twitching nervously as the crowd of
younger men parts and then forms up behind her, muttering quietly amongst
themselves as they discuss the pros and cons of her various attributes.  As
he turns to sit on the wide couch ringing the middle of the room, she
quickly tilts her small glass of beer back and gulps it down --

    --only to discover with a choked coughing fit that it wasn't beer at
all, but was some sweet, very strong liqueur.  Diana, not really a heavy
drinker in normal circumstances, groans against the sudden burning in her
throat.  The tall guy, with a surprised expression, grabs her and pulls her
over, and she falls down onto the couch next to him.

   "Jesus," the guy says, "take it easy!  You OK?"

   "Wh-what *was* that?" she wheezes, gasping for breath.

   "Just the usual drink you girls have when you come in - I've certainly
never tried it.  And I've never seen any of the girls drink it like *that*.
Here, you want a chaser?"

   She nods at the offered beer, and takes a swig, the cold liquid feeling
delightfully familiar as it washes the other stuff down soothingly.

   Diana looks up at a sudden set of excited whispers, to find a number of
the guys staring at her.  She follows their eyes downward --and lets out a
small yelp as she realizes her skirt has ridden up over her splayed thighs,
giving the entire room a quite open view of her black-furred crotch.  She
makes a strangled noise and pulls her thighs shut, yanking her jean skirt
down and blushing furiously.  The guys all smirk at her.

   "Hey, just relax," the guy in charge says, leveling a quelling look at
the rest of them, "there's no rush.  Just chill for a few - here, have
another beer.  I'm Jake."

   Diana takes it and sits trembling as Jake puts his arm on the couch
behind her.  She watches as the rest of them take up positions on the
couch, ogling her with open interest.

   Diana looks like nothing so much as a small, frightened animal in a
cage.



   Rhys' brow is furrowed with worry as the chubby woman shoulders her way
through the crowd while loud thumping music fills the air around her.  The
camera stays on her face as she looks around, mostly catching everyone else
in the room at shoulder height.

   "Kris?" she yells over the din.

   Then she stops, staring at the bar where she started from, and swears
under her breath.

   "Lose something?"

   Rhys turns at the low, smooth voice and blinks in surprise.  Standing in
front of her is a strikingly good-looking black man, his white teeth
flashing in a grin.  He is shirtless, and is perfectly cut, muscles
standing out beneath his dark skin, dripping with sweat from being on the
dance floor.  He takes a swig of water as he waits for her response.

   "Uh, yeah," Rhys stammers out, surprisingly flustered as she tries not
to stare at the gorgeous man.  She actually blushes slightly, "My b- 
--well, my friend.  I thought he was here with me, but I can't find him. 
Just --a little worried."

   "Well, his loss."

   Rhys jumps and turns in surprise --to find herself staring at the same
guy, standing behind her.  She looks back and forth between them, brain
seeming to slowly process the fact that pair of ridiculously good-looking
black men smiling down at her are twins.

   "Ummm," she says, intelligently.

   "Well - if you can't find him, we gotta say --"

   " --we'd love to have you come dance with us for a while instead."

   "What do you think?"

   Rhys, seemingly rendered speechless for the first time in the entire
show, simply stares at them.  After a moment, she seems to get her
bearings, and says in a surprisingly small voice:

   "Really?  Me?"

   She gestures vaguely in the direction of the writhing men and women on
the dance floor - many of them in as perfect shape as her two suitors.

   The guys laugh in unison at that.

   "Listen, we come here at least twice a month --"

   " --and you're the first girl we've seen with some actual curves."

   They both flash another blinding grin at her.

   "And we *like* your curves," the first guy says.

   Suddenly, the normally confident Rhys re-emerges, a feral grin spreading
over her mouth.

   "Well in that case --is there anywhere a little more private in here?"

   The guys both blink in surprise, and then the grins return, echoing
Rhys' hunger.  The second one grabs her hand and tugs her along as his
brother follows.



   Jane laughs loudly, tossing her red hair back over her shoulder as she
pokes the suited guy in the shoulder.  She's now surrounded by a number of
men, all clearly enjoying the redhead's bright peals of laughter, not to
mention the skirt that has hiked up her pale thighs quite far at this
point, allowing most of them to quite clearly see her ass, and the pink
folds nestled between her legs, though her skirt covers her front.

   "No you di'nt!" she squeals, and then furrows her brow, enunciating
overly clearly, "Did-n't."

   She frowns, and then looks up at the guy next to her with a very serious
expression.

   "I am sooooooooooooo --drunk."

   The redhead nods seriously as she finishes that statement, as though she
has said something deeply insightful, then giggles again.  The man smiles
over at her.

   "So - where is your husband?"

   Jane blinks in surprise at the question, then lifts her slender hand up
to stare at the wedding ring on her finger as though surprised it is still
there.  Her brow furrows again.

   "Dunno," she mutters, and then makes a face, "Probably off fuckin'
*Diana* again."

   The man looks surprised at the sudden vitriol in her voice.

   "Who is --"

   "'smy best friend," Jane says, then sighs and frowns, "I know 's not his
fault.  But still - he's pro'ly *always* want'd her more'n me.

   "'n he liked that she was actin' like a total slut!  'n she was'n even
drunk!"

   Suddenly she looks up at the man with a suddenly mischievous.

   "I'm kinna a slut when I'm drunk," she whispers conspiratorially.

   The man blinks at her, wide-eyed.  Jane slides closer to him, pressing
her large breasts against his arm.

   "Maybe I should be a slut like he wants," she breathes, voice thick with
sudden excitement.

   The man opens his mouth to say something, but then lets out a gasp and
looks down to see Jane's hand suddenly resting on his crotch.  She sighs
softly, and smiles a smoldering smile.  When the man doesn't protest, she
slowly reaches up, and slides his zipper down.  Quickly, breathing heavily,
she slides a slender hand inside his pants --and with a small gasp from him
and a whimper from her his hard cock pops free, jutting up proudly.

   She stares at it for a moment, emotions playing across her pretty face.
Then, with the suddenness of someone committing to something they aren't
sure they should do, she bobs her head down, pulling her red hair to the
side, and drops her warm lips over the first cock other than her husband's
that she's tasted in years.  The man groans in shocked pleasure as she
begins to slide her mouth up and down his shaft, making noises somewhere
between a sob and a moan.

   The group of men all shift closer, watching the drunk redhead's slurping
blowjob raptly.



   Kaitlyn is dancing with abandon.  A ring of guys surrounds the bouncing,
jiggling girl, watching her grind against first one, then another, stealing
sips of their drinks as she moves from guy to guy.  She is clearly drunk
--and clearly acting much more like her old self now that the alcohol has
kicked in, her dismay over her altered body nearly forgotten in all the
much-beloved attention.

   As she presses her body against a guy in front of her, another one
places two hands on her ass, caressing and stroking the globes of flesh. 
Kaitlyn lets out a moan, but when she doesn't protest, the guy slides his
hands down onto the bare flesh of her thighs, and then up again, slowly
sliding her dress up, up --and then over her wide hips.  A small cheer goes
up from the group surrounding them at the sudden sight of Kaitlyn's bare
ass and the folds of her pussy nestled between.

   While everyone takes in this sight for a moment, the guy in front of her
- emboldened by her seeming disregard for his friend exposing her ass -
reaches a hand up and places it on one of her large breasts, practically
springing free from her dress.  Kaitlyn moans again, but rather than
protesting, leans in to wrap her arms around the guy and kiss him, poking
her large butt back towards the guy behind her.

   The appreciative murmurs of the crowd increase as first, while she's
kissing the boy in front, the one at her rear slides a hand between her
thighs and over her pussy.  Then the one in front begins to pull at her
dress, and suddenly her huge bouncing tits spring free.  She lets out a
louder moan as the one in front starts to play with her nipples, while the
one behind slides a finger inside her.

   A few surprisingly short moments later, Kaitlyn is on the ground on all
fours, letting out a squeal as the guy behind her grabs her hips and slides
his cock inside her, her large tits swaying beneath her.  The crowd grows
as she opens her mouth to let the one in front slip it between her lips...



   Kay lies spread-eagled on a table in a dark private corner of the club,
grunting in pleasure as one of the boys she'd been dancing with earlier
paws at her large breasts, and pumps up and down between her spread legs,
his pants down around his ankles.

   "Oh yeah," she groans, "Fuck me, baby --cum inside me --fill me with
your cum..."

   The boy lets out a loud groan, cumming hard as he thrusts into the older
woman.  After a few moments he collapses on top of her, gasping for breath.

   "Oh god --you are so hot --you are so hot --" the boy moans.  Kay
reaches up and tousles his hair with a grin.

   "Mmmm --thank you sweetie.  You made me feel pretty hot."

   She swallows as he lays on top of her catching his breath, and then for
the briefest of moments a look of uncertainty flashes over her face, then
fades into a determined look, before her smoldering smile comes back.  She
turns her head to whisper in his ear:

   "Go tell your friends --if they want some fun too, they can come over
here --"

   He lifts his head to stare at her in shock, and then stands with a
lopsided grin, his cock sliding out of her with a wet slurp.  He pulls off
his pants and stumbles off.  Kay sighs and closes her eyes with a
surprisingly melancholy expression, as cum drips slowly out of her.



   Abby is whimpering softly, her small body wrapped tightly around the
same large guy.  She looks exhausted, and is sliding her tiny form up and
down on his cock, which she is still perched on, with something like
desperation.  Her shorts and t-shirt are long gone, and even her heels have
fallen off, leaving her naked and vulnerable looking.  The pounding music
has lessened slightly, so the camera can pick up their conversation as she
moans into his ear.

   "Please," she whines, out of breath, blinking away tears "you --you
gotta cum --I've - I've cum like six times --"

   The big man chuckles - a low, echoing sound - and grabs her ass roughly,
eliciting another groan.

   "It takes a long time for me, sweetheart.  But I'm glad you're having
fun.  Hey, let's go meet some friends of mine --"

   Abby looks like she wants to protest the fun part, but instead she yelps
as he steps away from the wall, holding her tiny body up in large, grizzled
arms.  Her toes curl and uncurl again as she bounces on him while he
suddenly begins to walk out into the crowd, and here eyes widen with horror
as people turn and grin at the tiny woman being fucked while she's carried
around.

   Suddenly, she starts to fall.  She lets out a yell --and then a
surprised groan as the guy catches her and deftly spins her around,
twisting on his thick cock like she's attached to him.  He keeps walking,
one arm tucked under her chest to hold her up, while she dangles,
horrified, in front of him.  Around them, people are laughing and
catcalling at the tiny naked woman being paraded through the room like
nothing more than a sex toy, her tiny feet hanging barely to the ankles of
the man whose cock she is still wrapped around.

   Finally, after her miserably humiliating walk, they approach a set of
the cheap couches.  Several couples are in various states of caressing and
fucking on them - the two younger girls have moved on to someone new over
here, giggling as they pair up on another man's cock.

   The man carrying her turns and suddenly she finds herself facing another
large burly guy, sitting on the couch with his pants around his ankles.  A
tattooed and fake-titted bottle redhead bounces enthusiastically and wetly
up and down on his cock.

   "Hey Rick," her temporary owner shouts in a gravelly voice, while she
squirms on his cock, little legs dangling freely, "check out what I got!"

   The heavy guy on the couch leans around the bouncing redhead and grins
at his buddy.

   "Damn, Gus - she's a cute little piece of ass!  I bet she's got a tight
little twat!"

   "Oh yeah, man," Gus laughs, "Well - she did a few minutes ago.  She's
gettin' a little loose now, I think --"

   The redhead wrinkles her nose and sneers at Abby.

   "Shit, Gus," the woman says in a southern drawl, "You didn't grab that
scrawny little thing off the street, did you?  You're gonna ruin the poor
little thing with that big cock of yours --"

   Gus guffaws, drawing a surprised grunt from Abby as his huge cock jerks
inside her.

   "Well, I definitely broke her in - but she seems ta' like it."

   Abby lets out a small sob of humiliation, and then groans loudly in
unbidden pleasure as Gus slides forward and back on his massive member a
few times.  She tries to form words, but can't seem to make herself do
anything but moan while Gus slowly strokes his cock with her clenching
pussy.  Suddenly, the redhead leans forward, and grabs her little nipples,
eliciting a pained yelp from Abby.

   "Gus, she's gotta be what - fourteen?  I mean - she barely even has any
tits!"

   Gus suddenly looks worried, looking down at Abby's smooth, tiny back.

   "Shit," he mutters, "I mean --she got in here --how old are you,
darlin'?"

   "T-twenty," Abby manages to half-sob, half moan out, squirming against
the cock stretching her and the fingers pulling on her nipples.  Gus blows
out a small sigh of relief, absently moving her back and forth a little
faster.  Her dangling toes curl as a small shudder goes through her body,
her breathing quickening as her brows draw down in a slightly surprised
expression.  The redhead makes a tsking noise, rolling the girls nipples
between her fingers, and watching Abby's face with a slight smirk.

   "Oh, poor little thing - sneakin' into the bar for some action.  With
little girl tits like these, no wonder you're so desperate --"

   The redhead looks up at Gus with a grin.

   "You should take her to my guy, Gus!  He can give her some nice big
C-cups - they'd be great on that little body of hers --"

   "Aw yeah," groans Gus,"You like that sweet thing?  I can take you
tomorrow and get you some nice new titties --"

   Abby opens her mouth with a horrified expression protest, but suddenly
begins to gasp, which turns into quick little indrawn breaths, and then
suddenly explodes into a series of loud chirping noises.  The tiny woman's
body trembles wildly as she dangles there, clearly cumming yet again with a
shocked look on her face.

   "Oh that is so *cute*!" laughs the redhead as Abby cums, "She sounds
like a little chipmunk!  And I think she likes the idea of new titties. 
Don't you, Chipmunk?"

   Abby can't seem to stop cumming, even as she turns bright red at the
woman's words.  Her little chirps go on for several more moments, before
she begins to let out long, slow whimpers and goes limp, except for
occasional involuntary twitches.  Eyes blinking wildly, she gasps for
breath.

   "Hey," Rick says, grinning past the redhead still sitting on his cock,
and looking up at Abby and Gus, "Gus - you wanna do fingercuffs with her?"

   The redhead turns around to the guy underneath her with a pout.

   "But Rick --you mighta cum inside me once already, but I ain't cum yet!"

   Rick grins up at her.

   "Sorry, honey - she's just too cute to pass up - some other guy out
there will do you right, I'm pretty sure --"

   The redhead makes an angry squawk as he shoves her forward, and she
slurps off of his cock with a very wet sound.  She turns to glare angrily
back at Rick, and then at little dazed Abby.  Then she turns to Gus with a
nasty smile.

   "I want a go when you're done with her."

   Gus chuckles.

   "Alright Darla - come back after you've gotten off, and Chipmunk'll
clean you up --"

   Darla turns and stalks off naked, presumably to go find another man. 
Abby stirs, making a small moan, her overloaded brain trying to process the
conversation that is happening around and about her.  She blinks in sudden
realization of what was just agreed to.

   "Wait --she can't --I'm not gonna --"

   Gus steps forward with her, and she cuts off with surprise.  Her face
fills with confusion as she dangles over the grinning Rick.  Then suddenly
her eyes widen in horrified realization of what they meant by
'fingercuffs'. Gus angles her small body down, and suddenly Abby is just
inches away from Rick's stiff cock, catching herself with small hands on
either side of Rick.  She recoils in horror, as he is glistening and coated
with Darla's juices - the redhead clearly gets incredibly wet, as it is
dripping down his thighs - as well as his own cum from inside the other
woman.  Abby's nose wrinkles in horror at the smell of the other woman's
cunt.

   "Wait, no --" she manages to squeak out in a tiny voice, and then makes
a muffled groan of disgust as Gus pushes her pigtailed head down onto
Rick's messy cock.  Rick groans with delight as the whimpering girl's lips
slide down his shaft.  He's nowhere near as thick as Gus, and while she
struggles weakly, Abby finds herself forced all the way down his shaft, the
head clearly sliding into her throat as her cute little nose presses into
his sopping wet pubic hair.

   Gus grunts behind her.

   "Suck him good, Chipmunk."

   Abby, choking and whimpering, begins to suck and slurp at the
pussy-juice drenched cock filling her mouth weakly, even through the
stunned horror in her eyes at her own actions.

   "Awwww, damn," Rick groans, "She's got a sweet little mouth --"

   "And a sweet little pussy," Gus grunts, "And I'll bet --"

   There's a pause and the only noise is Abby's whimpering slurps.  Then
suddenly she jumps, eyes blinking in surprise.  The camera pans up her
little body and out to show her impaled between the two men --with Gus'
rough hand pulling her little ass-cheeks open, while his other hand remains
tucked under her belly to hold her up.  He lets a long glob of spit drip
down into her crack --and then presses a large thumb at the pink star of
her anus.

   Abby's small body thrashes helplessly in the position she's trapped in
as she lets out a muffled squeal of protest.  She shakes her head from side
to side in a clear "no" motion, but only manages in making Rick groan with
delight at the sudden new sensation.  Her whole body tenses, as Gus smears
his spit around her asshole --and suddenly shoves it inside the tight
opening.

   Abby screams around the cock in her mouth.  But after a moment it is
clear that this is no scream of pain - her whole body is shaking violently
in an orgasm that clearly dwarfs anything she'd felt earlier.  Her dangling
toes curl up and her feet jerk around as she gurgles on Rick's cock, her
cute nose slick with Darla's juices.  Suddenly Rick groans and the
squealing little Abby is gulping for all she's worth while she continues to
cum, with one cock shooting hot jism down her throat, another stretching
her pussy, and Gus's thick finger buried in her ass.



   Dan sighs as he finishes a drink, and then looks out over the crowd.  He
looks down at his hand, gently rolling his wedding ring around his finger.

   "You'd better start soon, you know.  You only have an hour left - time's
up at midnight."

   He looks up at the pretty bartender.  She nods at his ring.

   "Do you think she's getting her score up?"

   Dan lets out a small laugh.

   "Jane?  No way.  My wife is --well, certainly way more conservative than
me.  She gets pretty horny when she drinks, but there's no way she even
goes and gives as much as a handjob to a random guy.  That's part of the
problem."

   The bartender raises an eyebrow.

   "Well - I don't want to go and do even worse than what I've done to her
already with Jane," Dan pauses, unconsciously licking his lips, "*and* then
find out that I made her lose the competition.  Maybe --maybe I should just
let it go --if we both tie at zero, at least maybe we'll be together --?"

   The woman shakes her head.

   "I think that is bad idea," she murmurs, then looks around as though
afraid she's already said too much.  But she continues, "Maybe don't try to
win, but I think losing you might not like."

   He looks at her, taking in her clear warning, and swallows.  Then he
favors her with a small smile.

   "I don't suppose you want to --"

   She laughs, a light, pleasant sound, and grins at him.

   "Actually, I would not say no except that I must.  I like men big like
you.  But no - you must go find them yourself or it would not go well for
either of us."

   Dan sighs.  Then looks down at his wedding ring again.  After a moment's
thought, he slides it off and shoves it into one of the pockets of his
tight pants.  His hand fishes around for a moment and he draws out the
mint, staring at it.

   "Oh, what the hell," he murmurs and pops it into his mouth.

   With a quick nod of thanks, he steps off into the dancing crowd, sucking
thoughtfully on the mint.



   Zara giggles loudly as she dances on the table.  Her eyes are wide and
bright as she seems to have lost all of the nervousness she had before, her
huge new breasts bouncing freely beneath her shirt.  She doesn't notice as
a number of the dancers look up from below, clearly enjoying the view
beneath her barely-a-skirt, and the huge tits that bounce out in front of
her.

   "Oh my god, I feel soooo good!" she squeals as the song ends and she
steps off of the table, helped down by the good-looking guy who dragged her
over her.  She wobble and then stumbles forward, pitching into the corner
of the couch.  She rolls over giggling hysterically until she starts to
hiccup, at which she still giggles and tries to speak.

   "Oh my god <hic> I'm not used to h-<hic>-heels or these things," she
cups her small hands under her massive breasts, pushing the large soft
udders up with a cutely confused expression, as if trying to remember where
they came from.  She seems oblivious to the fact that her slender thighs
are spread and her little skirt is no longer covering anything, displaying
her lightly black-furred little pussy to everyone.

   The good-looking guy grins at her, and she looks up as he kneels on the
couch between her spread thighs, hovering over her.  She looks up at him,
suddenly breathing heavily - her lustful look only slightly spoiled by a
small hiccup.  She trembles like a small animal as the guy crawls forward,
leans in, and locks her in a long kiss.

   Zara whimpers as she wraps her small arms around him, his chest crushing
her huge breasts between them.  She moans softly but without protest as one
of his hands moves up and begins to grope her huge soft breast, then louder
as his thumb strokes one of her large nipples, both visibly rock hard
beneath the thin fabric.

   Suddenly her eyes flutter open with a look of surprise.  She has slid
down the back of the couch, and is now laying across he extended chaise. 
The guy is kneeling over her with a grin.  She looks down between them,
blinking blearily with her wide-pupiled eyes --and then shivers as his
dangling, very hard cock brushes against the lips of her pussy.

   "W-wait," she whimpers, and blinks as though trying to remember why.

   "Really?" he says and slides his cock down between her pussy lips.  Zara
groans loudly, eyes widening in shocked pleasure at the sensation.  She
lets out a small sobbing "oh" as he pulls it away from her - glistening and
dripping with her shocking wetness,

   "Tell me to stop and I'll stop," he murmurs with a grin.

   When she doesn't protest again, he slides forward, and very slowly dips
the tip of his cock between the folds of Zara's shockingly wet pussy.  Zara
makes a low, strangled sound, eyes widening at the sensation, and tries to
thrust her small hips up at him.  The guy grins evilly though, and every
time she tries to thrust, he pulls back and away, keeping the tip of his
cock just barely nestled between her lips.  After a minute of this, Zara is
sobbing with frustration, writhing on the couch beneath him.

   "Please --" she whines.

   "Please what?" the guy says with a grin.

   "Pleeeeease --please put it in me --"

   He chuckles.

   "Put what in you?"

   "Your --your thing.  Ohhh --"

   Zara thrusts hard up at him, but he pulls away again.

   "You're gonna have to do better than that --"

   "Your c-cock," she whimpers, "Please put your cock in me --"

   "Better --but I think I need more --"

   "Ohhh, please put it in me --put your cock in my v..p-pussy --"

   The guy, eyes bright as he stares at the sobbing, begging, huge-breasted
little teen, grins a feral grin.

   "More --what do you want me to do to you?"

   Zara whines, confused, and then blurts out:

   "Oh god --fuck me --"

   "What was that?"

   "Fuck me!  Oh god please fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck meeeEEEEEE!!!!"

   Suddenly with one slamming thrust, the guy is inside Zara to the hilt.
The small girl screams, thrashing beneath him, huge breasts bouncing.  The
guy holds himself inside her without moving while she jerks her tiny body,
and then looks up with a surprised expression.

   "I --I think she was a virgin," he says, voice thick with something
between excitement and shock.

   "No *way*," a female voice says off camera in a tone of disbelief.

   "Really.  I think I felt --"

   He looks down as Zara - clearly cumming through whatever else she might
be feeling, shudders hard and claws against the couch.  After a few
moments, her body stops shaking so violently, and settles down to mild
shivers.  The girl moans dazedly.

   The guy slides up, getting ready to actually fuck the gasping girl, and
she lets out a low whine.

   "Owwww," she whimpers.  He looks down at her.

   "Zara --is this your first time?"

   "Ohh --yesssss," she moans, clearly out of it, "F-fuck me --"

   "Oh my god, seriously?" the female voice speaks and the camera pulls
back to show the gorgeous blonde in a blue dress who dropped the pill in
Zara's drink, "Wow - I'm actually jealous --I bet my first time would have
been a *lot* better if it had been on Kick."

   "You think I should --?"

   The guys voice trails off as he looks down at the moaning teen guiltily.
The blonde looks up at him with a skeptical expression.

   "Really?  You're going to stop now?"

   "Well --"

   "Tell you what," the blonde says with an evil smirk, "Why don't we ask
her?"

   She leans down to Zara, where the clearly drugged teen is gasping.

   "What do you think?  Do you want my boyfriend to stop?"

   "Nooooooo," moans Zara.

   "What do you want?"

   "F-fuck me --oh please --"

   The blonde makes a "there you go" gesture.  The guy, clearly conflicted
between genuine guilt and lust with his cock still halfway in Zara, rolls
his eyes.

   "Sarah --she's on Kick --she'd ask *you* to fuck her --"

   Sarah puts her hand to her mouth in a faux shocked expression.

   "Do you think so?  Oh my.  Let's check."

   The blonde kneels down again next to Zara.

   "Tell me, Zara, do you like girls?"

   Zara blinks at the blond and then shakes her head with a puzzled look.

   "Nooooo --" she moans, nose wrinkling as she realizes what the woman
means.

   "Hmmmm --well, if I'm going to share my boyfriend with you, it's only
fair if I get something too.  So if you want Kevin here to fuck you, you're
going to have to lick me, I think."

   "Ewwwww," Zara whimpers, then thrusts her hips up at Kevin with a moan.

   "OK then --Kevin's going to have to take his cock out of you now --"

   "Nooooo!" Zara sobs as Kevin, watching in fascination, starts to slide
out of her, "pleeease --"

   "Are you *sure* you don't want to lick me --"

   Zara moans, and then nods.

   "OK --OK --" she whimpers.  The blonde stands and then frowns
thoughtfully.

   "Hmmm --I think me *and* my friends actually.  Since you weren't very
nice about it."

   Zara chokes out a sob, and then groans, thrusting up again, clearly
becoming desperate.  Finally, she nods again with a whimper.  There is a
chorus of giggles over Sarah's shoulder.  The blonde grins.

   "A little fun for everyone," she says, wickedly.

   The blond clambers up onto the chaise, pulling her sparkling blue dress
up over her hips.  She quickly slides her black lace panties down to her
ankles, revealing a neatly trimmed blonde bush, and then wriggles forward
with a peal of laughter, to perch over Zara's face.  Zara makes a small
moan of disgust --and then sniffs.  She blinks in surprise.

   "Smells good, doesn't it?" Sarah says with a grin, "That's the Kick. 
It's a great little special drug you can only get here.  Pussy, cock
--right now you'll crave just about anything that involves sex."

   Zara is whimpering again levering herself up toward's the blonde's
pussy, tongue extended as she pants in lust.

   Sarah giggles as Zara struggles to reach her, but pulls back again like
her boyfriend did, staying just out of reach.

   "I should probably warn you," she whispers conspiratorially, "it can
have some funny permanent effects if you cum while doing things on it
--I've known the straightest girls who *craved* the taste of pussy
afterwards --the slightest whiff of it and they'd be on their knees begging
for a lick --one girl even from her own sister..."

   Zara sobs, but arches her back, her huge tits jiggling as she reaches
out with her tongue towards Sarah's glistening lips.

   "Well, OK --if you really want it --"

   Sarah scoots forward, and suddenly Zara's mouth clamps down around her
pussy.  The gorgeous blonde moans in pleasure as the little black-haired
teen begins inexpertly slurping and sucking at her desperately.

   "Ohhh --that's nice --OK, Kevin --"

   Kevin, mesmerized by the whole display, suddenly seems to remember that
he's still half inside the girl's wet pussy.  With a dazed grin, he begins
to slide in and out of her again, as Zara moans in pleasure wetly into
Sarah's cunt.



   Jane moans - her position has shifted and so has the cock in her mouth.
As her lips slide up and down the shaft, a dribble of cum runs down her
chin from her previous efforts.  One of her large breasts has been freed
from its pink wrapping, and the guy she is currently servicing cups the
heavy udder in his hand, pulling on her thick nipple.

   One of the other men surrounding her sits at her feet, rubbing her legs
and moving his hand up towards her ass.  Jane sighs in drunken pleasure as
he slowly parts her pale thighs, lifting her legs apart.  Wetness glistens
between them as he spreads her legs, revealing the red curls --

   There are several exclamations of surprise from the small crowd now
surrounding and watching this spectacle, and Jane's eyes shoot open as she
remembers with horror what is now down between her legs.  With a humiliated
whine, she starts to slide her lips off of the cock in her mouth, trying to
turn to hide the hard cock of her own, tucked carefully into the waistband
of her skirt to try to hide it.

   However, a gentle but firm hand settles on her head, gently gripping her
red hair and forcing her mouth back down the man's cock.  Jane blinks in
surprise through the booze-filled haze, but slowly seems to realize that
the sounds around her aren't horrified - though a couple of them do seem to
be laughing.  Suddenly she groans in pleasure as a hand wraps around her
cock, pulling it free of the elastic and letting it spring out beneath her
skirt.

   Suddenly she moans and begins gulping as, with a soft grunt, the guy
begins to cum in her mouth.  She swallows rapidly, getting most of his warm
cum before a little dribbles out the corner of her mouth again.  While she
sucks the last few drops, she suddenly moans in pleasure as fingers begin
to play over her wet pussy lips --and then even louder as first one, then
two slip into her wet pussy..



   "Ow!  Owww!  P-Please!  It h-hurts!  S-s-stop!"

   Ginny is on the floor, sobbing, on all fours.  Her shirt is gone, with
her perky little breasts poking down beneath her, as are her shoes.  Her
short skirt is hiked up over her cute little ass - bright red from the
spanking she is receiving from the thick Latina woman.  Her stockinged feet
wriggle and curl as she squirms against the painful slaps of her tormentor.

   "Now, what do you say, little girl?"

   "Ow!  I'm s-sorry!!  AH!!" Ginny sobs as two more hard smacks come down.

   "And what else!"

   "I'm s-sorry ma'am!  C-can I p-please," Ginny moans, but then flinches
from the raised hand, "Can I p-please lick your p-p-pussy?"

   The black woman grins down at the groveling little blonde girl sobbing
on all fours in front of her.  With a wide smile, she spreads her legs,
revealing her dark-furred pussy.  She reaches down and spreads herself
open, revealing herself to be shockingly pink and very wet on the inside.

   "Come on then, little girl --lick momma's pussy."

   Ginny lifts herself up on shaky arms and crawls forward with a fearful
sideways glance at the Latina.  She stops inches from the black woman's
open pussy and, with a small disgusted noise, sticks out her tongue slowly.

   "I said lick it, bitch!"

   Suddenly the black woman, with a growl, grabs Ginny's blond hair and
shoves the girl's face into her crotch.  Ginny squeals in protest, as she
suddenly finds her face and mouth mashed against a woman's pussy for the
first time.  After a few moments, sobbing softly into the other woman's
cunt, she starts to lick, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the black
woman.



   Rhys' naked chubby body bounces back and forth on the black cock between
her legs, plunging in and out of her wetly.  She moans in pleasure as an
identical black cock bounces into her mouth and throat with every thrust.
The twin brothers look up at each other and grin at the loud noises of
pleasure the fat girl makes as she slides back and forth along their cocks.



   Diana leans back against the couch with her t-shirt pushed up over her
small breasts, and lets out a small whimpering moan as two different guys
pull on her small, dark nipples.  The boys - and the two currently pawing
at her are definitely that - look on at her older but still tight and
petite body with interest.

   Diana looks like she is in a dazed fog of confused pleasure, and sighs
when one of the boys runs a shaking hand up her tan thigh, clearly watching
her for protest.  He looks delighted when she simply absently spreads her
legs wider, giving him easier access to her black-furred pussy, her dark
lips spreading wetly to reveal their soft pink treasure.  The boy slides
his trembling fingers up along the edge of her mound...

   "Ow!" he yells, as suddenly Jake walks up and smacks him on the side of
the head.  No one seems to notice Diana's small moan of disappointment,
followed quickly by a blinking blush as she realizes what she was hoping
for.

   "Hey - what did I tell you?" Jake says with a scowl.

   "Sorry Jake," mutters the boy, sullenly.

   Jake shakes his head and looks around.

   "Remember - between her legs is off limits.  We didn't pay for that -
right, Diana?"

   "Ummm," Diana blinks in dazed shock, blushing deeper at the implication
- that they think they paid for other things from her.  That they think
that they paid for *her*.

   The various boys still taking in her naked body (or the blonde dancer
behind her through the glass) mutter in disappointment.  Jake takes a swig
of his beer, and then turns back to her with a grin.

   "Hey - she's still here to give us a good time.  Right Diana?  For
example --"

   Diana's eyes widen as his hands go to his belt buckle and quickly
unfasten his jeans.  With a shove, his jeans and boxers are around his
ankles, and his very hard decently large cock springs free, pointing
throbbingly at her.  A little shiver goes through Diana and her large brown
eyes look up at the good-looking Jake, staring down at her with an
expectant grin.  She makes a small noise, and her face takes on a pained
expression, much like the one she wore in the first challenge --

   Then, with another small whimper, she scoots her small body forward on
the couch, opens her mouth, and slides her lips down the shaft of Jake's
hard cock.  Her eyes are squeezed closed, and so she doesn't see Jake's
gasp, nor does she see the sudden expression of shock on his face that says
clearly that this was *not* what he was expecting from her.

   That expression quickly shifts to one of delighted pleasure as Jake
tilts his head back.

   "Ohhhh, fuuuck," he groans happily.

   A small ragged cheer goes up from the rest of the boys as they crowd
around to watch Diana slurp at their ringleader's cock.



   Kris moans up into the cunt of the skinny black-haired dominatrix,
crouching over his ring-gagged mouth to force him to lap at her wet,
cleanly shaved cunt.  His only view is of her tight little ass, bared since
she undid the bottom of her outfit to give him access to her, as she faces
down the length of his body, grinning with delight.  He is quite tightly
secured to the ottoman that he is stretched over - his wrists and ankles
tied with a chain that runs tightly beneath it, and - more deviously - his
long blonde hair wrapped in a ring at the top, completely immobilizing his
head into the optimal position for the brunette's crouching pleasure.

   His moan - a slightly desperate one - was likely from the agonizingly
slow movements of the tiny blonde domme, slowly sliding her own trimmed
blond-furred cunt up and down the shaft of his very hard cock.  She seems
to be greatly amused by the whole thing.  And particularly by his huge
tits, which she is playing with incessantly - jiggling them, and lifting
them up by his engorged nipples, eliciting a painful groan from the
brunette's cunt that she seems to enjoy, licking her red lips and shivering
with delight.

   Suddenly Kris lets out a loud moan and his body shudders.  The blond's
face erupts in a naughty grin.

   "Oh - oh --oops!  That's it!  My turn now!"

   "Ohhh," the brunette pouts, "He was so close to making me cum again --"

   With a sigh, she slides off of Kris' face as he stops shuddering from
what is now obviously a powerful orgasm inside the tiny blonde.  His face
is quite wet from at least the brunette's riding of his tongue, if not from
other girls previously.  He blinks (his glasses are missing), and then
makes a small dismayed moan.  The blonde grins at the brunette.

   "Well, from the way the viagra is working on him, you're probably going
to get another go.  Though I think Vega had dibs next.  But now - my turn
up there!"

   The brunette steps away, and with a quick motion, the blonde slides off
of Kris' cock - which remains rock hard, glistening with wetness.  She
quickly scoots up his body, over his jiggling tits, and positions herself
over his mouth.

   "Annnhhh!" Kris moans in horrified protest, eyes wide.  He tries to
shake his head, but his hair is pulled so tight it is clear that he can't
move very far at all without it being painful.

   The blonde giggles at his obvious distress, and grins down at him
wickedly.  She shifts with a sigh of delight, pressing at the top of her
mound...

    --and then moans in evil pleasure as his cum begins to drip from her
pussy, into his forced open mouth.  Kris makes a gagging sob, but can do
nothing to prevent it as she lowers her cunt, sloppy with his cum, down
onto his lips.  The blonde giggles again, looking down at Kris' wild eyes.

   "You know, I think he really hates that.  Oh, it's so delicious."

   "My turn now?" a voice says.

   The blonde looks up with a grin.

   "Oh yeah, Vega - you're up."

   Kris eyes flick upwards to see who is speaking, and then his eyes widen.
He moans loudly in protest, struggling ineffectually at his bonds.

   The little asian domme walks around the mounted blonde with a thoughtful
expression - she is delicately pretty, and perfectly feminine --except for
her large cock, of course.  She draws a long fingernail along one of Kris'
massive breasts.

   "I think I want fuck these," she says in a thick accent.

   "Oooo, fun," the blonde giggles, ignoring Kris' moan of protest below,
other than to press her pussy down harder against his mouth and tongue.

   "Hey, can I ride him again then?" the brunette says excitedly.

   "Sure, why not?" Vega says with a grin, "Three of us at same time - he
gonna love it."

   With a small yelp of pleasure, the skinny brunette moves down and swings
her leg over Kris' midsection, poising herself over his still rigid cock.
The little asian clambers up next, and drops her large cock between Kris'
huge breasts, pushing them together and then slowly beginning to slide her
member - already slick with some other girl's juices - between the mounds
of flesh.  In a deft move, the blonde slides up and then spins around,
quickly smothering Kris with her cunt once more.

   Within a few moments, all three women are moaning - the brunette sliding
wetly up and down Kris' cock, and leaning forward to cup the asian's big
fake tits while the blonde and the asian kiss each other wetly.  The asian
moans in happiness as her cock disappears into the cavern between Kris'
tits, crushed tightly together while she squeezes his nipples.

   Kris moans with them, lost in a haze of humiliation and unwanted
pleasure.



   Dan shakes his head, obviously dizzy, as he stumbles off the dance
floor. He glances into a mirror and looks surprised and disappointed to
find his own unchanged face staring back at him.  He had been concentrating
fiercely on a "perfect fantasy image" of himself, but clearly to no avail.

   "Dammit," he mutters, "how long does this thing take, anyway?  Shit --I
feel really --"

   Shaking his head again, he stumbles towards the "changing rooms" sign
off against one wall.  As he stumbles in the door, he stops in surprise -
the first room is a square lounge area with couches --and is most
definitely not just the men's room.  Couples are occupying a number of the
couches - and are in various states of undress, making out, or in some
cases obviously having sex.

   "Sorry," he murmurs thickly, though who he is apologizing to is not
clear, and no one seems to notice anyway.  He stumbles past most of the
couches.  With a grimace, he reaches up to his chest and rubs it as though
it is suddenly sore -and when one hand brushes over a nipple - visibly hard
beneath his shirt - he gasps and jerks his hand away.

   He looks down at himself with surprise, and opens his mouth to say
something --but before he can, he seems to wobble, sways slightly --and
then his eyes roll up into his head and he pitches over onto a couch in the
corner, falling on his side with a thud.

   ********

   The Proprietor stands in much the same position he did earlier in the
large room.  With a placid expression, he glances at the watch on his wrist
and then looks up.

   As suddenly as they disappeared before, the contestants blink back in.
They are all clearly in whatever positions and state they had been in when
time ran out, with several moans - of disappointment, of sudden shock, of
pain and dismay - along with a number of them laying on the ground in
incredibly lewd positions.  The Proprietor grins as the shocked group
blinks against the light struggle to right themselves to sitting or
standing positions, with varying degrees of success.

   "Welcome back," he says looking each of them over, "I can see that most
of you have been quite diligent in your efforts to win this challenge. 
Shall we see who the winner is?"

   He begins to turn, when a trembling voice speaks up.

   "Hey --"

   The Proprietor tilts his head back around and Ginny flinches back from
his gaze.  She is wiping glistening wetness from her mouth with the back of
her hand, her chin and the tops of her small breasts covered in it as well.
She drops her hand and looks around at the group.

   " --where's Dan?"

   The Proprietor turns back around, a confused expression creeping over
his face.  He looks over the group, clearly counting his charges.  The
camera takes the time to wander over each of them as well, giving a clear
view of their state.

   Kay has pulled herself to her feet, and looks remarkably well composed,
pulling her shirt down over her exposed breasts, and using one finger to
wipe something from her lips with a self-satisfied expression.  She looks
around, and her face falls into an expression of motherly concern as she
finds her daughter across the room.

   Zara is struggling into a sitting position, and if her mother looks
composed, she is anything but.  Her large breasts shift and flop as she
rolls over, gasping for breath.  Her face glistens brightly with wetness
that can only be one from one thing - or more likely several of those - and
as she moves, it is clear that her black hair is actually slightly wet from
something as well.  Her expression shifts back and forth between dreamy
bliss with the occasional giggle, and sudden quick choked sobs.  Between
her legs, her very exposed pussy gapes open just slightly, making it quite
clear that it had been occupied just a few moments ago.

   Jane leans back on her hands, swaying slightly as she looks over at
Ginny and then around as the fact that her husband is missing slowly
registers on her.  She is clearly very drunk --and a sloppy, slutty-looking
mess.  One large breast hangs out of her stretched shirt, and both the
breast and the shirt have dribbles of cum on them.  Between her spread
legs, her red curls are matted down with her own wetness, and smears of cum
that dribble both from her semi-hard cock and from her open cunt.  She
hiccups and then suddenly burps and blinks in a drunken haze as a trickle
of cum dribbles out of her mouth.

   Chubby Kaitlyn blinks with a surprisingly happy expression on her face
as she pulls herself into a sitting position - she looks much like Jane,
though not nearly as drunk.  Her dress has been compressed at both ends to
just a wide belt of fabric around her midriff.  It is quite clear from the
streaks of cum down her chin and over her large breasts, and a surprising
amount smeared over her thighs, pussy, and dripping copiously from her cunt
that she has been very well-used.  And from her beatific smile that, more
than any of them, she probably enjoyed every minute of it.

   Little Abby is pitched forward onto her face, her little ass up in the
air, unmoved from the position she collapsed in when she arrived.  Her
whole tiny body trembles and shudders, and she makes small whimpers
periodically - whether of fading pleasure or misery is extremely difficult
to determine.  The camera pans around her little body, lingering for a
moment on her pussy and asshole - both of which twitch gently against
whatever was so recently removed from them.  Her pussy gapes open
shockingly wide, strained muscles trying to ease back to their former tight
little hole.  One small hand is also brightly glistening with wetness.

   Rhys is fairly disheveled, and completely naked, her pussy and things
wet with her juices, and licking her lips absently.  She stands, legs
shaking noticeably, with a worried expression on her face a she stares over
at her boyfriend.

   "Kris?  Kris!" she whispers insistently.

   Kris makes no response, lying mostly naked on the floor.  His eyes are
open but glazed over as he breathes slowly, large breasts heaving and
falling.  His glasses are nowhere to be seen, and his long hair is tangled
in the same knot that had been tied around the ring previously.  He is
drenched with wetness over his face and crotch - and cum dribbles down his
neck from between his large breasts.  His cock is still shockingly hard,
jutting upwards and pulsing slightly as it glistens wetly.

   Edward is standing, blinking behind his glasses and looking almost
exactly as he did before they disappeared - except for the horrified
expression on his face as he stares at what has become of his wife.

   Diana --Diana's state is by far the most shocking of the bunch, kneeling
on the floor in the position she arrived in.  She is absolutely *covered*
with cum - streaks of it are splattered over her hair, her small tits, her
belly, her thighs, dripping down over her exposed crotch (her clothes
apparently long gone) onto the black curls between her legs, her back,
dripping down into the crack of her ass --even the bottoms of her feet,
dribbling down between her toes.  However, it is her face that is truly
shocking - cum coats seemingly every inch of exposed skin, slowly running
down and dripping from her chin onto her shoulders and chest.  She blinks,
trying to keep her eyes open as goo drips over her eyelids, clearly dazed
as though slowly realizing what has happened to her --and who is now seeing
it.  She opens her mouth to say something, and then makes a small choked
sob as a bubble of cum stretches and then bursts over her lips, dripping
onto her tongue.  She closes her lips with a shudder and a small whimper.

   The camera shifts back to the Proprietor, who seems to be muttering to
himself.

   " --said he's not here," he murmurs, staring into space.  He pauses, and
then his lips thin.

   "If you ask me again," he says in clipped tones, "I will have you
modified and sent to the kennels.  Now - what's that?  You have? 
Excellent. You are now promoted, and your former boss who couldn't seem to
handle this is now your slave.  Feel free to have her adjusted as you
like."

   The Proprietor turns back to the group, smiling darkly.

   "Apologies, there appears to have been a slight error regarding Dan. 
But he should be joining us --now."

   There is a small pop, and another figure pops in.  The Proprietor,
clearly about to launch into whatever he had previously been planning to
say, pauses, a look of utter shock on his face that slowly fades into a
fury that the contestants who are able recoil visibly from.

   "Who.  Is.  this?" he hisses, again clearly speaking to someone not in
the room, "What?  But that's not --"

   He pauses, drawing in a breath and regaining his composure.  He turns to
the new arrival and smiles - a clear attempt to be gentle, which mostly
comes off as terrifying.

   "My dear --who are you?"

   The tiny redhead looks up at the Proprietor.  She is adorably, painfully
cute, and clearly naked under than a dark men's shirt, which is huge on her
petite little form.  She blinks with wide green eyes that fill with tears.
When she speaks, her voice is high and airy, just shy of cartoonish, with a
slight lisp.

   "I'm --it's --I'm me.  I'm Dan."

   And with that, she bursts into tears.

   ********

   The thumping club music cuts in again, as the camera takes in a dark
room, slowly revealing itself to be the lounge area that Dan had previous
ventured into.  The camera rotates to take in a good-looking black-haired
young man who has clearly been dancing, who walks over and kneels next to
one of the couches.

   "Hey --hey - are you OK?" he yells over the loud music.

   The camera pulls back to watch the small redhead we have just met
sitting up with a groan.  She raises a hand to the side of her head, and
then pulls it away, staring at the sleeve of the shirt covering it in
confusion.

   "Oh my god," she mutters, barely audible in the din, "what the fuck --I
feel so weird --"

   She blinks and her brow furrows - giving her face an adorably confused
look.  The guy draws in a visible breath and his eyes widen as he stares at
her.  His lips form words that seem to be something like "Oh, man," but
what he shouts over the din is:

   "You were lying over here for a long time and I just --listen --what's
your name?"

   The girl blinks at him and mouths something.

   "Dani?" he yells back.

   The redhead grimaces, but then half shrugs, half nods.

   "Hey Dani, I'm Jordan," he yells, favoring her with a wide grin.  He
pauses as though gathering up his courage, and shouts, "You are --pretty
much the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen!"

   The girl's face takes on a shocked expression, and she recoils visibly.
Her cheeks redden, noticeable even in the dark on her pale skin, and she
stammers something out to Jordan, who is clearly fighting to keep his grin
up in the face of her clearly negative reaction.  She stammers something
out, again lost in the noise.

   "What?" he yells.

   She draws in a breath and starts to yell back, when suddenly the music
cuts out, with a loud cheer from out on the dance floor.  It is clear that
the DJ just ended his set with a flourish, but while it is noisy outside,
in the lounge it is suddenly much quieter.  Enough so that the girl's yell
can clearly be heard by everyone in the room.

   " --said, I don't swing that way!!!" she yells in her high, airy voice.

   Jordan's eyes widen as if in surprise and sudden understanding.

   "Ohhhhh," he says knowingly, "Well --hey, listen - my girlfriend is
totally hot, and would *love* you --if you don't mind me watching and
maybe, you know, I can go get her and we can --"

   He trails off at the stunned look on the girl's face.  She has lifted a
sleeve to her pale throat.

   "What --what's wrong with my voice," she says, and her eyes widen at the
sound.  Jordan, looking a little confused, smiles hopefully at her.

   "Well --nothing, as far as I'm concerned.  It's actually sooooo hot --"

   Trembling, and acting as if she didn't hear him, the redheaded girl
stands up slowly.  As she does so, the huge pair of pants that she'd been
sitting in fall around her feet with a thump, revealing pale, slender,
perfect legs.  She draws in a small breath as she looks up at Jordan --and
up, and up.  She starts to shake, eyes wide.

   "H-how tall are you," she says in a squeak.  Jordan, looking very
confused now, draws himself up slightly.

   "Um --five nine --why?"

   The little redhead blinks at him, starting to shake visibly.  She barely
comes up to the middle of his chest.  Slowly, almost moving in slow motion,
she lifts her arms, letting the sleeves slide down.  From each sleeve
emerges a tiny, delicate hand, pale-skinned and slender.  Her nails are
painted a bright fuck me red.  A horrified expression spreads over her
pretty face.

   "Oh no --oh no --oh god oh no oh god," she begins to whimper, starting
to hyperventilate.

   "Hey --hey --what's wrong?"

   She looks up at Jordan with wide eyes, as if he's clearly insane for not
noticing.

   "I'm --I'm a girl!"

   He lets out a laugh at this, and then smiles hungrily at her.

   "Oh, yeah --I'll say," he says, voice thick with lust.

   With a panicked expression, the girl starts to stumble away, but trips
almost immediately as her feet pull out of the large pants, socks, and
shoes piled around her feet.  She lets out a squeak as she falls, but
Jordan moves with a dancer's swiftness and catches her.  She thuds up
against his slightly sweaty body as he wraps his arms around her slim form.
She blinks in surprise and her cute nostrils flare --and suddenly she
shivers, eyes going wide.

   She slowly lifts her head to look up at the boy with his arms encircling
her.  She looks small and fragile, her wide-eyed expression giving her
gorgeous a look that is somehow both innocent and supremely sexual.  Jordan
licks his lips as he looks down at her.

   "Uh --hi," he breathes.

   "Uh --I --"

   She shivers again, and then her head jerks slightly.

   "Oh god --wh-what time is it," she says, in a trembling voice.

   Jordan raises an eyebrow, confused again, and then glances up at a
faintly visible clock on the wall behind her.

   "Uh --about three minutes to midnight."

   Her expression takes on a pained look.

   "Oh no --I --oh god --"

   "Hey," Jordan says, soothingly, "What ever it is I can -"

   He cuts off with a sharply indrawn breath.  His eyes widen even as he
stares down into the scared-animal expression of the redheaded girl.  The
camera pulls back, to show that she has slid one small hand inside the
waistband of his pants.  He draws another shuddering breath.

   "I thought --what are youoh god --"

   Jordan groans, and it is quite clear from the shifting bulge at his
crotch that she has wrapped her little hand around his almost certainly
hard cock.  He looks down into her eyes with another moan, and she stares
up at him, trembling, looking for all the world like she's trying
desperately not to look down at what her hand is doing.

   "J-Just let me," she stammers, "I'll mmmmpph!"

   Her eyes go wide as Jordan reaches down and grabs her ass, the shirt
riding up just enough to reveal a perfect little heart-shaped bottom.  He
effortlessly pulls her up onto her tiptoes and leans in to kiss her
passionately.  She whimpers in something that sounds vaguely like protest,
but not very convincingly.  And then, with eyes squeezed shut, she begins
to kiss him back, moaning softly as he kneads her ass, fingers sliding
slowly inwards.

   ****

   The whole room, including the Proprietor, is staring up at the scene of
the tiny redhead claiming to be Dan kissing Jordan and whimpering while her
small hand works frantically in his pants at his cock.  The image hovers in
mid-air, as though there was a massive screen there though none is visible.

   The Proprietor turns back to the girl, staring up at herself with a
now-familiar wide-eyed expression.  His own expression is confused
disbelief, making him look surprisingly human for a moment.

   "I don't," he begins, and shakes his head, "I mean --how could this
possibly --"

   He trails off, and suddenly his eyes widen behind his glasses.  A slow
smile spreads over his features.

   "Oh.  Of course," he whispers with a small chuckle.  He grins.

   "Dan?"

   The little redhead blinks and pulls her eyes away from the scene of
herself.  She looks at him with obvious fear.

   "You used the mint?"

   She nods.  He chuckles again.

   "Tell me, Dan - when you fantasize, do you often fantasize about being a
girl?"

   Her mouth drops open as his sudden realization spreads to her, a growing
look of horror on her face.

   "That's it, isn't it?  You fantasize about being a tiny, incredibly sexy
and, from the looks of things, incredibly horny girl with little or no self
control --"

   She simply stares at him, mouth open.  Then finally, nods, biting her
bottom lip adorably in an obviously unconscious gesture.  She flushes a
deep crimson with embarrassment, and then glances around seeming to take in
the rest of the contestants for the first time.  They are all looking at
the formerly large man in her new tiny body with varying degrees of
disbelief, even given what they've seen so far.  And of course the four
that knew him as Dan --

   Ginny is staring at him with a wide-eyed, unreadable expression.  Edward
and Diana both simply stare open-mouthed, while Diana tries to wipe some of
the cum from her face, mostly succeeding in smearing it all over herself.
And Jane - Jane looks at him with an appalled, confused look.  As the
little redheaded woman takes in the state of the larger one that is (or
was) his (or her) conservative wife, her own expression shifts to a very
similar one to that of her wife.  After a moment, they both look down in
humiliation, though Jane's is punctuated with a small hiccup.

   Suddenly all eyes are drawn back up to the screen, where Jordan moans
loudly.  The little redhead - Dan, everyone now knows - is squirming
against him, any resistant thoughts clearly gone as his finger slides
between the delicate lips of her pussy from behind, glistening with a
surprising amount of wetness.  She whimpers desperately, and then suddenly
Jordan groans loudly into their kiss, clearly cumming in his pants --

   The scene pauses, and words scroll onto the image above.

   "Satisfied by Dan: 1 (1 cock, hand)"

   "Oh my, that was your only one of the entire evening?  That
is...unfortunate."

   Dan makes a small whimper, and then glances over at Jane who made a
funny choked noise.  Then he looks back up at the screen as the scrolling
writing continues.

   "Dan's orgasms: 0; Effects: Ideal Mint"

   "On the other hand, that *is* fortunate for you, Dan," the Proprietor
murmurs.

   The female Dan turns to look at him with a mortified and confused
expression.

   "Wh-what?" she stammers.

   The Proprietor raises an eyebrow.

   "As I mentioned during the explanation of the mint?"

   Dan simply stares back, confused.  The Proprietor's eyebrows raise.

   "You mean you didn't pay attention --?  My, you *are* lucky today.  As I
stated earlier, as long as you yourself do not cum while under the effects
of the mint, they will wear off after about twelve hours.  It appears that
with a modicum of self-control, you will return to your old self by
mid-morning."

   The tiny redhead looks at him, and her bottom lip starts to quiver.  She
starts to shake, and small sobs of relief shake her little body.

   "Provided, of course, that you are not last in our challenge and become
Frenzy property.  If that were to happen - who knows?"

   "Well then," the Proprietor continues brightly, ignoring a number of
horrified looks at this comment, "since we've now started in on our list of
contestants, lets see how the rest of you did, shall we?  Is Dan our
lowest, with a meager one club member served?  Let's find out - starting
with the lovely Kay."

   The MILF looks up at her name, from nervously looking over at her
trembling, obviously addled daughter and debating whether she is allowed to
move from her spot to go check on her.  She blinks at the Proprietor, then
half-smiles through her worried expression.

   "Well, I certainly beat *that*," she says, with a smug look.

   "Indeed?  Let's take a look."

   The screen switches and suddenly the room is filled with Kay's throaty
grunts of pleasure and slutty babble in the final moments of the scene
shown earlier, concluding with the boy cumming inside her.  Her count
onscreen goes to 1.  Quickly it shifts, and Kay is bouncing happily up and
down on another boy's cock, licking a nipple delightedly as he begins to
cum inside her with a long moan.  2.  Then again, this time on all fours,
being fucked from behind by another boy as a fourth one's cock slides in
and out of her mouth.  After a moment, all three begin to grunt and groan
and clearly start to cum simultaneously, Kay gurgling happily as she cums
while the cock in her mouth shoots down her throat.  The scene pauses
there, Kay's blissed out expression apparent even with her lips wrapped
around a cock as the other cums in her from behind.

   "Satisfied by Kay: 4 (3 cocks, pussy; 1 cock, mouth); Kay's orgasms: 2
(cocks, pussy); Effects: none"

   Kay looks at herself on the screen and absently licks her lips.  The
Proprietor nods.

   "Four for Kay --not bad.  Let's take a look at Rhys next."

   Rhys looks up from her own concerned staring at her boyfriend who is
starting to show some signs of alertness, and has actually started to sit
up before laying back down with a small groan.  She glances up at the
screen, not noticing as Kris blinks and turns his head to watch as well.

   Her chubby naked body appears up there, bouncing back and forth
enthusiastically between the two large black cocks inside her, wet sounds
coming from both her pussy and slurping lips.  Behind her, one of the twins
grunts and slams into her hard, grabbing her wide ass.  Rhys moans in
delight as he cums inside her.  After a few moments, he groans to a halt
and then grins at his brother.  Without a word, the brother slips from
Rhys' mouth.  She looks up at him in surprise, and is about to speak when
it turns into a moan as the other brother slides out of her pussy with a
wet slurp, his cock softening but still quite large.

   The brothers rotate quickly while Rhys watches with surprise.  The one
in her mouth previously moves behind her and, as her eyes widen, plunges
his cock inside her, her chubby thighs quivering as he starts to thrust. 
As her mouth opens in a moan of pleasure, the other one steps around, and
shoves his cock - sloppy with her pussy juice and his cum - into her mouth.
Rhys starts to recoil in surprise, but he grabs her head and holds her.

   After a few moments, she is moaning again, slurping herself off of one
cock while its twin fucks her some more.

   The scene shifts again, and now she is on her back, thick thighs spread
wide as one of the guys pounds down into her.  She squeals loudly in
pleasure as he cums inside her --and then steps away and is instantly
replaced by his twin before Rhys can even catch her breath.  With wide
eyes, she quickly cums again.

   The screen pauses on her second orgasm, and her stats pop up.

   "Satisfied by Rhys: 2 (4 cocks, pussy; 2 cocks, mouth); Rhys' orgasms: 2
(cocks, pussy); Effects: none"

   "Hey!" Rhys says, scowling at the screen, "But - they came six times,
like it says!"

   The Proprietor shakes his head in mock sadness.

   "It's true, you were indeed quite diligent in being used for their
pleasure," Rhys bristles at this, but he continues, "But - the measure is
the number of individual guests you satisfied --*not* how much you
satisfied them.  Still - you are not on the bottom!  Shall we see how your
boyfriend did next?"

   Rhys looks over at Kris, and is startled to see him sitting up and
staring at her with an unreadable expression.  The heavy girl glances up at
herself with cock in her pussy and mouth on the screen and blushes with
embarrassment.

   Suddenly, the view shifts to Kris.  Rhys looks up --and her eyes widen
to see Kris strapped down as he was, the skinny brunette riding his cock
happily and chattering away as she plays with his big tits.  Sitting on his
face, his tongue working her very wet pussy through the ring gag, is the
redhead, clearly enjoying herself.  After a few moments, she begins to moan
in pleasure, quickly followed by the squeals of the brunette, and the
grunts of Kris beneath them, cumming in the brunette's cunt.

   Then everyone in the room watches as the redhead slides off, the
brunette moves up, and - with a nasty giggle - begins to let Kris' cum drip
out of her into his mouth.  Kris' eyes go wide and he begins to thrash, but
the redhead grabs his head and holds him still despite his disgusted moans.
She leans down to whisper something in his ear, and after a moment, his
head steadies and he whimpers as the brunette lowers herself down onto his
mouth giggling again as she watches his humiliated eyes as he's forced to
tongue his own cum out of her wet cunt.

   The blonde clambers up on his still rock-hard cock next.  From there,
the video proceeds - the brunette cumming, then the blonde moving up as the
asian tranny fucks his tits and the brunette rides him until they both cum
again --then a tiny little indian woman on a leash is brought up by the
redhead and mounts him while the brunette rides his face again.  And
finally, the little indian woman moves up to sit on his face after he cums
inside her, and leans forward to lick the clit of the redhead while she
rides him, and plays with his big nipples while her small body crushes his
breasts out to either side.

   Finally, the screen pauses and reads: "Satisfied by Kristopher: 5 (6
pussies, mouth; 4 pussies, cock; 1 cock, tits); Kristopher's orgasms: 4
(cock, pussies); Effects: Viagra"

   Rhys lets out a sob as she looks down at her boyfriend.  Kris looks up
at her with a miserable expression.

   "Oh god honey," Rhys whimpers, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean --"

   Kris looks down, hair falling over his face, and she trails off.

   "And Kristopher is in the lead!  Sorry, Kay," the Proprietor says with a
smirk at the older woman.  Kay pouts theatrically, and then glances at
Zara, her expression becoming concerned again.  Zara seems to be having
trouble staying awake, her eyes slowly drifting shut before she blinks them
open and giggle/sobs for a moment.  Kay looks up at the Proprietor.

   "What --what about my daughter?" she asks, worry in her voice.

   The Proprietor grins.

   "Yes, let's see how she did, shall we?"

   "No, that's not what I meant --"

   The Proprietor ignores her, looking up to the big screen.  Kay looks up
- and gasps at the sight of Zara on the screen.

   "But --but, I thought she would just," Kay stammers out, with a small
horrified sob, "I mean - she was a --"

   "Indeed she *was*," comments the Proprietor, "But clearly not any
longer."

   Kevin is fucking Zara's pussy, holding her pale legs wide, while Sarah
moves her hips rapidly over Zara's face and slurping tongue, clearly
enjoying the girl's ministrations.  Zara's shirt has been ripped open, and
Sarah is leaning forward on the girl's big tits, pulling on her nipples. 
From beneath them, Zara moans loudly into Sarah's cunt, clearly cumming as
Sarah and Kevin kiss passionately above her.  Sarah breaks her kiss with
her boyfriend with a gasp.

   "Oh god," she moans, "She's --she's a natural at this."

   Kay draws in a small breath, and then blushes, looking around to see if
anyone noticed, but all eyes that can are glued on the spectacle above.

   "She's so fucking tight," moans Kevin in response.

   Sarah lets out a long moan, "I'm gonna --"

   Suddenly Sarah begins to make long drawn out whimpers, which increase in
length and volume until finally she lets out one long, almost musical
"ooooooooooooo" of pleasure as she cums.  Kevin, staring at his pretty
girlfriend cumming on Zara's mouth grunts, and begins to cum inside her
himself.  After a few moments the both wind down, Sarah shuddering and
gasping.  She glances over towards the camera.

   "Oh man --you guys gotta try her."

   "We got dibs on next!" a giggly voice says.

   Sarah clambers off of the teens face, who blinks and gasps for breath,
her head lifting just slightly to chase the pussy moving away from her. 
The blonde giggles, and smooths her blue dress down as if nothing had
happened.  Zara moans in disappointment as Kevin's cock slides out of her
as well, and she lays there shuddering.

   But not for long.  Quickly the first couple steps to the side to make
way for a giggling little asian woman and a well-muscled short man.  The
asian hikes up her little black dress to reveal a dark-furred pussy that
she slides up over the whimpering Zara's face, and then giggles again in
delight as her boyfriend's surprisingly thick cock springs free and he
climbs up between her legs.  The asian moans loudly as Zara tilts her head
back and clamps her mouth around the woman's pussy, and then moans in mixed
pleasure/pain as the guy forces his cock into Zara's very tight pussy.

   After these two finish, they are followed by a taller, slim man and -
shockingly - a quite pregnant skinny brunette whose belly dangles onto
Zara's big bouncing tits.  When the brunette cums, she does so loudly and
extremely messily, squirting down over Zara's face and neck, and drenching
her black hair.

   The last woman - a very tall, severely pretty black-haired woman -
crouches over Zara's wet face --and then proceeds to torment the poor girl.
Zara lifts her mouth towards the woman's cleanly shaved pussy, but the
woman pulls it away.  Zara sobs and tries to move closer, but the brunette
backs up along the couch, giggling and to the laughter of the onlooking
group as Zara whimpers --and then desperately moves to chase the pussy,
rolling over with cum dripping out of her pussy and her huge breasts
dangling and dragging along the couch.  Finally, the cruel woman throws one
long leg over the couch and relents, groaning with pleasure as the addled
Zara falls onto her exposed cunt with a sob and begins to slurp at her. 
The brunette cums surprisingly quickly.

   The scene ends with a camera shot from the dance floor below.  Little
Zara has slid to the floor, where she is being fucked from behind by Kevin
one last time.  Her tiny body is bouncing back and forth on her monster
tits, mashed into the glass floor for all below to see, as is the cock
sliding out of her tight little pussy.  Her face - still wet from the
pregnant girl squirting on her - is slack in drugged pleasure, and she
grunts with each thrust.  Below, cheers and whistles float up from the
dance floor as the dancers watch the erotic scene above them.  When Kevin
finally erupts and pulls out of Zara with a groan from both of them, a
final cheer and titters of laughter can be heard as his cum drips from
between her pale thighs, splattering on the glass ceiling above the
writhing mass.

   "Satisfied by Zara: 7 (4 cocks, pussy; 4 pussies, mouth); Zara's
orgasms: 6 (cocks, pussy); Effects: Kick"

   "Kick," says Kay in a trembling voice, "What the fuck is Kick?"

   "Mmm," mutters the Proprietor, "A powerful designer drug available in
that club - it is said to be quite the sexual experience.  As long as you
are having sex, you can go for hours, though once you are finished --well."

   He nods and Kay looks at Zara, who has fallen asleep.  Other than her
disheveled appearance and her shockingly large bare breasts, she looks
remarkably peaceful.

   "Oh, honey," whispers Kay mournfully.

   "But - she has taken the lead!"

   Kris looks up briefly, and his face falls at the realization that both
he and Rhys are out of the running for the win.  Rhys looks as if she wants
to say something, but then closes her mouth with a pained look.  Kris bows
his head again, his large breasts jiggling gently.

   "Next - how about we check on Ginny?"

   The tiny blonde simply breathes heavily as she stares up at herself on
the screen, licking first the black woman's pussy until the woman cums
loudly, then the latina's --then, whimpering, finds herself licking each of
them to a second orgasm.  The only part that Ginny visibly reacts to - with
a small whimper - is where the women accidentally discover Ginny's
impossible flexibility, and make her eat herself out till she cums twice,
the latina giggling as she shoves two fingers in and out of the small
blonde to help her along.

   "Satisfied by Ginny: 2 (8 pussies, mouth); Ginny's orgasms: 2 (self
tongue, pussy); Effects: None"

   Ginny shivers and looks away, and the Proprietor moves on.

   "And now --why don't we see how Dani's wife did in her challenge."

   The small new redhead starts at the nickname, but then lifts her
downcast eyes to follow the Proprietor's gaze over to Dan's wife in her
position kneeling messily on the floor.  Then the screen flickers to show
Jane in her club.  As Dani looks up at the screen, her mouth drops open in
shock as she watches her redheaded wife's first drunken blowjob --then her
second --and third.  Jane gulps down each guy's cum enthusiastically,
swallowing nearly all of it and licking her lips before yet another cock is
shoved between her lips.

   Somewhere in the middle of it all, guys start playing with her pussy, in
spite of the bizarre hard cock jutting out from her red bush.  Jane grunts
in orgasm around the next couple of cocks that she sucks off as male
fingers slide in and out of her wetly.  There is a round of cheers and
delighted laughter when her cock erupts as well, spurting cum over the
couch and table, but Jane is too preoccupied sucking on her seventh cock as
she cums to notice.

   After that, someone rotates her curvy body, spreads her pale thighs,
lifting her legs up and back, and begins to fuck her wet pussy, her soft
large tits bouncing with each thrust until one pops free.  Jane just grunts
in pleasure, head lolling drunkenly against the back of the couch with an
addled grin on her face as cum dribbles down her chin.  Eventually, after
she has cum and is on the the second fucking of her pussy, yet another guy
slides his cock into her mouth while she is fucked.

   Jane looks up at a moan from the tiny redhead that was her husband.

   "How," chokes out Dani, "How many --"

   They both look up at the screen as the sound cuts out and her stats
appear.

   "Satisfied by Jane: 11 (8 cocks, mouth; 3 cocks, pussy); Jane's orgasms:
5 (3 cocks, pussy; 2 cock); Effects: Significant Alcohol Intoxication"

   Dani makes a strangled noise.  Jane looks up at her, her initial
expression of dismay turning to anger.

   "Whassa matter, *Dani*?" Jane slurs at her with venom, "You always used
to like gettin' me drunk an' actin' like a slut.  Too much of a little
*girl* to like it now?"

   Dani stares at Jane, who looks up defiantly for a moment.

   "Tha's right.  I'm jussa slut like you wann'ed.  Jussa --dirty..."

   Suddenly Jane chokes, and then starts to cry, her breasts jiggling with
soft sobs.  Dani stares at her with a mix of emotions playing across her
cute face.  But before either of them can say anything else --

   "And that puts Jane in the lead!  Most impressive, Jane --"

   Jane, still crying softly, doesn't seem to notice.

   "Let's see who's next!  How about --Abby!"

   The tiny girl groans, struggling shakily to her feet.  She finally
manages to do so --and then turns bright red as her pussy makes a wet
burping noise as she closes her legs.  The crimson embarrassment creeps
down her neck all the way to her small breasts.

   And then suddenly, she's up on the screen.

   Her screams are muffled as Gus pounds his think cock into her and shoves
her forward onto Rick's cock, crammed down her throat.  She gurgles
desperately, eyes wide, clearly cumming as Gus shoves his thick finger into
her little asshole.  Suddenly Rick lets out a bellow and grabs her hair,
and her eyes widen as the gurgle takes on a wetter sound as she gulps down
Rick's cum.  A few moments later, Gus is yelling as he cums into her abused
and stretched pussy as well.

   The scene cuts, and Abby's face is now buried in the trimmed and very
messy pussy of Darla, the redhead.  Abby is whimpering with humiliation,
clearly trying to pull away, but Darla holds her fast by her hair, shoving
the smaller woman's face between her legs.

   "You lick me good, darlin'," Darla growls in half-pleasure, half-anger,
"And you keep that hand doing what you been told.  Or else we're gonna see
how your little asshole does with Gus' cock in it."

   Abby squeals in horror, tears dripping down her cheeks, and wet slurping
sounds come from between Darla's thighs --and a bit further down.

   "That's right --clean out all three of those boys' cum from my wet
pussy, Chipmunk."

   As Darla groans in delight, the camera pans around Abby's trapped little
body - and we see that she has her entire hand forced inside her own pussy
up to the wrist.  Her hand twitches inside her, stretching her little cunt
even further, and Abby's little hips squirm around it.  As Darla begins to
groan out an orgasm, the screen pauses once more.

   "Satisfied by Abby: 3 (1 cock, mouth; 1 cock, pussy; 1 pussy, mouth);
Abby's orgasms: 15 (13 cock, 2 pussy/fist); Effects: none"

   "Oh my," murmurs the Proprietor, "you didn't do so well at the challenge
--but you sure did enjoy yourself, didn't you Abby?"

   The petite woman stifles a sob, and then steels her expression, looking
back at him defiantly with her little jaw clenched.  Kaitlyn, however turns
to glare at her roommate with a jiggle of her large tits.

   "Hey," the messy blonde says with a scowl, "you told me we were gonna
try to win!"

   Abby turns in surprise to her roommate, her defiant expression cracking
and taking on a slightly guilty look.

   "I --Kaitlyn, I tried!" she whines, "Gus, he was just carrying me around
--"

   "Oh my god --*Gus*?!  What, did you find a boyfriend there?!"

   "No!  He - he was so big, and I couldn't help --"

   "Oh my god - you just let your new boyfriend fuck you the whole time,
while I --"

   "Yes, Kaitlyn," the Proprietor cuts in with a dark grin, "Let's see just
how you did, shall we?"

   The roommates, eyes burning as they stare angrily at each other, turn
their heads to the screen as the sound cuts in again.

   The curvy, jiggling Kaitlyn is bouncing back and forth between two cocks
- the first two we had seen slide inside her in the earlier scene - making
small noises of pleasure as the men groan.  Suddenly the guy behind her
grabs her large hips and slams himself inside her, eliciting a squeal from
Kaitlyn as he yells in orgasm.

   After a long, drawn out groan of dumping his load inside her, he falls
back, sliding out of her with a wet slurp.  Kaitlyn starts to pull off the
cock in her mouth to look back, but suddenly the guy in front of her grabs
the back of her head and thrust his cock deep into her throat.  Kaitlyn
makes a gurgling "mmmm!" of surprise, but - clearly experienced at this -
doesn't gag, just slurping more at his cock.  With another loud grunt, it
is clear that that guy in front of her is coming down her throat.

   While her belly is being filled with cum, a third guy kneels down behind
her with a grin.  Kaitlyn squeals in surprise - but not exactly protest -
as this guy grabs her hips again, and thrusts inside her sloppy cunt. 
Kaitlyn gurgles around the cock in her mouth as he begins to pound her from
behind, her flabby ass jiggling with each hard thrust.

   Eventually the cock in her mouth finishes and slides out.  Kaitlyn, her
gag removed, simply begins to grunt loudly in pleasure as the guy behind
her fucks her, her massive tits bouncing and swaying beneath her.  The
crowd makes hoots and calls at her complete lack of resistance to her
increasing gang bang.  Sure enough, after a moment, another guy kneels in
front of her, and she opens her mouth to accept his cock with a moan.

   From there, the video speeds up, showing guy after guy cumming in her
pussy, then her mouth, then a couple more in her pussy before yet another
cums in her mouth.  After a few more, the number "7" appears on screen, and
as yet another guy cums in her pussy with a yell of pleasure, flips to "8"
with a "cha-ching" sound.

   When number 12 slips out of her with a happy groan, a sudden rush of cum
pours out of her, splattering on the floor and dripping down her thighs to
the laughing delight of the crowd encircling her.  Number 15 pulls out of
her mouth and cums all over her face, eliciting a yelp of protesting
surprise from Kaitlyn which is cut off by a sudden, and clearly unexpected,
orgasm from the girl - both again to the delight of the onlookers.

   "Oh my god," whimpers Abby with a guilty and horrified look on her face
as she watches her roommate's descent into utter depravity.  Kaitlyn shoots
her a vicious glare, and Abby shrinks back, looking even more guilty.

   The scene finishes with Kaitlyn having been flipped onto her back -
someone has, in a surprisingly thoughtful move, thrown down some pillows
from one of the nearby couches that she is sprawled across - a guy
thrusting into her from above while her hands are wrapped around a cock on
either side of her.  Her huge breasts bounce, dangling heavily down either
side of her chest.  Suddenly, all three cum at once, the one in her pussy
almost howling, while the other two shoot jets of cum onto her massive
tits. Three rapid "cha-ching" sounds ring, and the scene freezes, Kaitlyn
grinning dazedly as the cum begins to dribble off of her tits.

   The number on the screen reads "23".

   "Oh my, Kaitlyn --that is a *most* impressive number."

   Kaitlyn looks at the number with a shocked expression - it's clear that
she hadn't realized exactly how far she'd gone.  Suddenly the remaining
part of the score fades in:

   "Satisfied by Kaitlyn: 23 (16 cocks, pussy; 5 cocks, mouth, 2 cocks,
hands); Kaitlyn's orgasms: 5 (pussy, cocks); Effects: Mild Alcohol
Intoxication"

   "Well, Kaitlyn is our clear front runner - though even she did not
appear to enjoy herself as much as little Abby."

   Abby makes a small sob, and looks at her roommate.  Kaitlyn just shakes
her head in disgust and looks away.

   "And - we are almost done.  It certainly looks as though Kaitlyn has a
strong lead, however - let us see how Diana performed."

   He turns to look at the still-kneeling Latina girl.  Diana is biting her
bottom lip, tears dripping down her cheeks through the sheen of cum.  Much
of it has dripped off of her face by now onto her chest and small breasts,
and her ongoing attempts to wipe the rest of it off have only really
succeeded in smearing it around onto arms as well.  She looks up at her
husband to find him looking down at her disgusting state with an expression
somewhere between horror and pity.  She turns her head to the Proprietor.

   "No --listen - just --I don't want to --Kaitlyn won, you don't need to
show me --she clearly is the winner --"

   "Ah," the Proprietor says, shaking his head sadly, "but we really do
need to --"

   "No!  I concede!" she sobs.

   "Sadly, that is not an option.  Now then - let's take a look."

   Diana makes a pitiful sob as the image suddenly shifts to her on her
knees in front of Jake, slurping at his cock with her eyes half-closed. 
She is moaning happily as she slides her mouth up and down his cock with
enthusiasm.  Jake groans --and suddenly grabs her head.  Diana moans loudly
as he cums in her mouth, gulping what is clearly quite copious amounts of
his cum down.

   Eventually Jake falls back with a dazed half-grin.

   "Oh my god --that was --I can't believe that you actually --"

   Diana blinks up at him, her shirt still pushed up over her tits.  A
slightly dazed expression is on her face as well.  Jake looks down at her
big brown eyes.

   "You liked that, didn't you?" he says with a grin.

   Diana shivers.

   "Say it," Jake breathes, "You like having a cock in your mouth."

   Diana shivers again, then looks up at him with those big eyes.

   "I --I like having a cock in my mouth," she says in a voice thick with
arousal.

   Jake's grin broadens.

   "Tom!  Get over here!" he barks over his shoulder.

   After a moment a young, skinny kid walks up.  He looks a lot like Jake,
though neither as tall nor as muscled.  He stares at the mostly nude Diana
with her small shirt hiked up and her skirt high enough that the black
curls beneath are visible.  Jake throws an arm around him.

   "Little bro, have I got a present for you," he looks back down at the
kneeling Diana, who stares up at them, trembling, "This is my little
brother.  Tom --have you ever had a blowjob?"

   Tom turns scarlet, and then shakes his head.  Jake grins.

   "Well today is your lucky day, because Diana here *loves* to give
blowjobs.  Show him, Diana."

   Diana looks vaguely sick for a moment, looking up at a boy much younger
than her, but then shivers again.  She scoots forward and slides two
trembling hands over the sides of his jeans.  She pulls them down along
with his boxers, and suddenly his cock springs free - already hard
surprisingly large, even moreso than Jake's.  Jake looks as if he's going
to say something, but before he can, Diana slides forward and slips her
warm lips over the purple head of Tom's cock.  The boy moans loudly.

   Diana begins to bob her head up and down his large cock, again starting
to moan softly as her eyes closed to dreamy slits.  Tom is much louder than
Jake, moaning at the amazing sensation of Diana's mouth and tongue on his
cock.

   As she sucks, the camera pulls back slightly to show a number of the
other boys coming over to stand around and watch the spectacle, eyes wide
as they watch their friend pleasured by the pretty kneeling Diana.  Tom
continues to groan, oblivious to his friends watching the display.  Nervous
chuckles and whispers begin to fill the room.

   Suddenly Tom yells loudly, grabbing Diana's head.  The woman grunts in
surprise as she's forced forward onto his cock, and then struggles slightly
as his cock slides into her throat.  She gurgles, but surprisingly doesn't
gag - and then suddenly Tom is cumming, and with wide eyes, Diana begins to
swallow, eliciting an even louder groan from Tom as her throat milks his
cock.

   Finally Tom steps away, and his half-hard cock slips from Diana's mouth.
She leans forward and catches herself, coughing, as drool and cum drip out
of her mouth.  As Diana tries to catch her breath, the other boys cluster
around, staring down at her, and clapping the newly broken in Tom on the
back while he grins weakly.

   "Oh man!"

   "That was *awesome*!"

   "Dude - how did that feel?"

   "Hey Jake, can I try?"

   This last is from shorter boy with dark hair, looking up at the older,
wiser Jake, who shrugs.

   "It's up to our little party favor here - try sticking your dick in her
mouth and see if she lets you."

   There is a round of jeers and laughter at this, but the black-haired boy
takes it at face value, shoving down his pants.  A moderate sized but very
hard cock springs forth.  Breathing heavily, he steps forward the tip of
his cock an inch from the gasping Diana's lips.

   The woman looks up at him, shivers --and then opens her mouth ever so
slightly in invitation.

   The boy slips his cock between her lips and she begins to suck.

   The crowd is now cheering, and the video speeds up, showing first the
black-haired boy cumming in Diana's slurping mouth, and then another
sandy-haired boy with his cock in her mouth as she sucks on it with
abandon. The camera takes in the room, where a couple of boys have their
cocks out and in their hands, stroking themselves to hardness as they stare
at her in anticipation.  There is one of those moments where a confluence
of events leads to the room being oddly quiet --except for a wet sound.

   "Oh my god," one of the boys says with excitement, "she's playing with
herself!"

   There is a chatter of fascinated commentary as the camera pans around to
show that indeed, Diana - eyes again almost closed in that vaguely blissful
expression while she sucks on her latest cock - has her hand moving
absently between her legs.  The magical, invisible camera dips down low to
the ground, sliding behind her --to see that two of her fingers are sliding
in and out of her very, very wet pussy, shining with her juices.

   "Holy shit that is so hot --"

   "Oh shhhiiiit --"

   Suddenly, one of the boys behind Diana lets out a shocked grunt and -
clearly pushed too far by the realization that the woman is fingering
herself - suddenly cums, hard.  He sprays jet after jet of warm cum across
Diana's tan back, groaning loudly.

   "Oh, dude!"

   "Couldn't hold it for your --hey --"

   The sudden ribbing of the boy who came is cut off as they all look at
Diana.  As the first warm cum splashed onto her back, her eyes flew open
--and she began to shake.  As they quiet, they can hear her muffled moans,
faster wet sounds coming from between her legs.  The boy in her mouth
groans with wide-eyed delight at the sensations.

   "Holy shit - she's cumming!"

   "I --I think she came when Charlie jizzed on her back!"

   "No way --"

   Finally, Diana seems to be coming down from what, indeed, appeared to be
a powerful orgasm, but before she can do more than blink, she's suddenly
gulping down the cum from the moaning boy still in her mouth.  He shudders
and shakes and finally falls away from her.

   "H-holy fuck," he moans, "that was incredible --when she came --ohhhh
fuck --"

   At this, there is an explosion of chatter --and the scene speeds up
again as the large group of boys - all clustering around Diana and the next
cock in her mouth - all start jerking off, hooting and cheering.  Diana
cums again with her fingers reaching around from behind as a boy sprays on
her thighs and feet.  The next boy in her mouth pulls out as he cums and
drenches her face with sticky warm goo as Diana opens her mouth to catch as
much as she can.

   The little counter appears on screen now, along with the cha-ching
noises, starting at 7, and quickly going to 8, then 9 - for every boy that
cums in her mouth, at least two cum on her little latte-colored body
somewhere.  At some point, first her shirt is removed, then her skirt,
leaving her naked.  Diana is pretty much moaning continuously as cock after
cock fills her mouth, or sprays over her - eventually jerking off two at a
time in her small hands, consciously or unconsciously directing them so
they cum onto the side of her face, or onto her black hair, the sticky
white cum standing out in beads across the top of her head.

   Jake leads the final round as a cluster of boys stand around the already
extremely messy Diana kneels, leaning forward on her small arms, pretty
face upturned and mouth open.  Suddenly with a series of loud groans and
grunts, the boys begin cumming almost simultaneously, unleashing a torrent
of cum mostly at Diana's face.  She catches as much as she can in her
mouth, her small body shuddering as she gulps at it with little whimpers of
pleasure, but most of it splashes over her face and closed eyes, leading to
the mask of cum the Diana appeared with.

   The screen suddenly pauses on a closeup of Diana's cum-drenched face,
mouth open as one last load splatters against her tongue...

   On screen, the counter reads: 27.

   Kaitlyn makes a small wail of dismay offscreen as she sees her
impossibly high score eclipsed.  But the camera remains on Diana's
horrified expression.  She looks at the picture as if it is a different
woman, despite the cum covering her indicating otherwise.  Then she looks
up at her husband --who stares openmouthed what has become of his formerly
conservative wife on the screen.  Diana reaches up to him with a trembling
hand and chokes out a sob.

   "I --Edward --I couldn't help it --they made me drink something --it
made me act like that!"

   As if on cue, on the screen above their heads, the final score for Diana
fades in:

   "Satisfied by Diana: 27 (10 cocks, mouth; 8 cocks, hands; 21 cocks,
face/tits/ass/legs/back/ass/feet); Diana's orgasms: 5 (2 pussy, fingers; 3
cum, face and tits); Effects: Very Mild Alcohol Intoxication"

   Diana looks up at the words, and slowly begins to shake her head, tears
welling up again.

   "No.  No - no, no no --that's not true," Diana sobs, "Th-they gave me
something!  It --it was - he said it was something they give to the girls!"

   "Ah --that *is* true - it is a sweet liqueur preferred by the girls in
that club," the Proprietor says, looking down at Diana without sympathy,
"Nothing more, however."

   Diana moans piteously, then draws in a breath, "It was the clothes - you
said they'd make our mindset like what we were wearing --"

   "Quite the reverse, actually.  The clothes merely fit the clubs that
each of you ended up in.  Your clothing selection simply helped determine
your chosen club."

   "No --that's --I'm not...I couldn't have," Diana shakes her head with a
choked sob, denying what she knows to be true.

   "I am sorry to tell you that you are, and you did," the Proprietor says
with a smirk, "Your most impressive little display was, well, entirely on
your own."

   Diana breaks down into small sobs, head bowed in shame and disgust.

   The Proprietor opens his mouth to speak --

   "So --wait -"

   The Proprietor looks surprised at yet another interruption, but turns to
find Kay looking up at the screen - still showing Diana's openmouthed cum
shower - with her brows drawn down in a quizzical expression.  She looks
over at the crying woman.

   "That says 2 orgasms from your fingers --and 3 from - cum?"

   Edward looks up at the screen, then over at Kay --then down at his wife
with a horrified expression.  Kay continues, a smile slowly creeping over
her face.

   "You mean you came yourself --just from the guys cumming all over you?"

   "Shut up," whispers Diana hoarsely.  Kay's grin broadens.

   "Honey - I want whatever you got going on --I mean - I'm not sure I
could take 27 guys like you, but to cum without even touching yourself
--!?"

   "Shut up!  Shut up!" Diana tries to raise her voice, but ends up just
dissolving into humiliated tears again at Kay's revelation.

   "However - more importantly," the Proprietor says with a quelling look
at Kay, who simply smiles sweetly back at him, "With those 27 individual
boys you got off, you are also in the lead!"

   The Proprietor says this cheerily, ignoring Kaitlyn's moaned protest. 
Diana simply sobs softly, until the Proprietor speaks again:

   "And I think I have something that will make you perhaps more pleased at
that, as we check in with our last contestant, Edward!"

   Edward looks up with a broken expression, then glances down at his
crying wife with a surprisingly soft look.  Then he glances up at the
screen.  After a moment, Diana looks up as well, eyes red from crying.

   Which shows Edward sitting at the bar, half-slumped over while he
absently stirs his drink.

   "I --I don't understand," Diana whimpers.

   Edward shakes his head with a wry smile, and then his score appears.

   "Satisfied by Edward: 0; Edward's orgasms: 0; Effects: Mild Alcohol
Intoxication"

   Diana looks up at her husband, eyes wide with dismay.  He shrugs.

   "It --wasn't really my scene," he mutters.

   At that, the camera pans back over the club Edward is in, showing the
crowd - all men.  Mostly quite good looking.  A couple of young,
half-dressed, clearly gay men walk up to Edward, but he simply shakes his
head at them.

   "But --but that's not fair," Diana whines, hoarsely, "Edward's not - how
could he have done anything!  That's cheating!t"

   "Mmm," the Proprietor murmurs thoughtfully at Diana's strident wail,
then raises an eyebrow, "Actually, the clubs were chosen not entirely
randomly - in addition to the effect of your clothing choices, the options
were limited to those that were most likely to appeal to you."

   Edward scowls, face flushing with embarrassment.

   "That's bullshit," he barks, "I'm not - I'm not gay!"

   "Indeed.  Just as your wife is not a --what was it?  A 'Cum Dumpster'."

   The breath goes out of Edward all at once, and he glances over at Diana
who makes a small whimper.  His anger gives way to an unsure expression. 
He glances back up at the screen, then looks down again, not meeting his
wife's questing eyes.

   "Unfortunately, this means you are the loser of today's event.  However
-"

   Diana looks up, and her eyes widen.

   "I get to save him.  Because I," her face falls, but she manages to
stammer out, "W-won."

   "That's right!" the Proprietor grins, "You can save Edward - thus, of
course, consigning poor little Dani to be the property of the Fantasy
Frenzy forevermore."

   Diana's already stricken face falls even more and her eyes snap over to
the tiny redhead, who looks horrified at this sudden revelation.  The
little woman - till recently Diana's longtime friend - lets out a small sob
of terror.

   "Indeed - I suspect that we will be getting little Dani off quickly
--she'll be much more fun for our members in this form than in Dan's body."

   "No --please --you can't," whimpers Dani.

   "You can't make me do this!" sobs Diana.  Jane looks up at her former
husband, then over at her best friend, a miserable expression on her face.

   "It is, of course, entirely your choice," the Proprietor grins, "Your
friend - and your best friend's husband --well, probably anyway - or your
own husband."

   Diana looks around at her friends, eyes wide with misery.  Finally she
looks over at Jane --then at little Dani --

   "Edward," she sobs, "I'm sorry Dan --Jane..."

   Dani bursts into tears, and Jane lets out a low moan.  The Proprietor
turns to the smaller redhead.

   "Well Dani, I am sorry to say that-"

   Suddenly he pauses, and his head tilts to one side, listening.  After a
moment, his brows rise.

   "Huh, I hadn't considered that," he says, looking down at the crying
Diana.

   "Wh-what?!" Diana demands after a moment of being pinned under his gaze.

   "Well --as has just been pointed out to me --technically, you didn't
satisfy most of those guys yourself."

   "Wh-what?" Diana repeats in a small voice.

   "You never actually did anything for most of them.  They satisfied
themselves - you were just the object of their --attentions."

   Diana stares at him, not comprehending at first.  Then she shakes her
head in dawning dismay.

   "No --that's not --I mean --they *came* on me!  All over me!"

   "Yes - and as noted, while you may have enjoyed that, that does not, in
fact, mean that you satisfied them."

   "No - wait --you can't --"

   "Yes," the Proprietor says with a grin, "I can."

   He glances up at the screen, which once again displays the end of
Diana's humiliating scene.  The score shifts:

   "Satisfied by Diana: 18 (10 cocks, mouth; 8 cocks, hands; 21 cocks,
face/tits/ass/legs/back/ass/feet); Diana's orgasms: 5 (2 pussy, fingers; 3
cum, face and tits); Effects: Very Mild Alcohol Intoxication"

   Diana lets out a wail, shaking her head back and forth.

   "Still a most impressive total, and yet-"

   "I win!" squeals Kaitlyn loudly.

   "Please," sobs Diana.

   "Indeed you do," grins the Proprietor, "And as the winner, what would
you -"

   "Fix me!" growls Kaitlyn, holding up her huge, sagging boobs as her body
jiggles, "One fat girl is enough for this group!"

   Rhys favors the blonde with a withering glare, but the Proprietor simply
nods.  Kaitlyn stares at him for a moment - then draws a sharp breath.  A
moment later she groans, and falls to her knees, then forward onto all
fours.

   "Unnnnhhh!!" she grunts, eyes widening in surprise - then an even
louder, "UNNGGGGHHHH!!"

   The room - even the various crying girls - all turn to stare at the
jiggling blond, whose eyes are wide in a shocked expression.  She lets out
another stunned bellow - and gasps come from around the room.  Her whole
body seemingly sucked in a little --except for her belly which seems to
swell.  Another shocked grunt from Kaitlyn, and her body shudders and
deflates a bit more.  But she looks less than pleased, opening her mouth to
gasp out:

   "Wh-what's hhhuUNGGGG!!!"

   Now it's quite clear that her belly is swelling with each de-swelling of
her body, and Kaitlyn is gasping and sobbing slightly with exhaustion. 
However, except for her tummy - which now hangs down almost to the floor
beneath her - she is rapidly starting to look like her old self.  She
glances down at her belly, and her eyes widen even further.  She looks up
at the Proprietor with an expression of betrayal.

   "That's not UNGGGGGGGG!!!  f-fair!" she moans as she stares up at him,
"I'm supposed to change b-backUNNGGGGGHHH!!"

   "Indeed," nods the Proprietor, "and you are.  Getting back is just a bit
more difficult - moreso for you because of the, er, quantity of change, I
expect.  But I think the last stage should be beginning --"

   Kaitlyn's eyes spring wide again, and suddenly she lets out a grunting
squeal.

   "Oh my god!" sobs Abby, staring at her roommate from behind.  The camera
swings over --

   Something large appears to be stretching its way out of Kaitlyn's pussy.

   The girl makes another loud squeal/grunt and suddenly her straining
pussy stretches - to reveal something white and round.  Another squealing
grunt - and it pops out, plopping to the floor beneath her.

   It is a huge, brightly colored egg - almost like a large easter egg.

   Kaitlyn looks back at it with an expression of horrified disbelief
--then begins to squeal again.

   "Don't worry," the Proprietor says conspiratorially to the group, "After
the first one, it's supposed to be --"

   Suddenly Kaitlyn shrieks loudly, in what is quite clearly *not* pain.  A
loud, screaming orgasm from the blond accompanies the next laying of
another brightly colored egg from the poor girl's stretched cunt.

   " --quite pleasurable," the Proprietor finishes.  He turns back to Diana
and Edward, both staring at the egg-laying, orgasming Kaitlyn.

   "Unfortunately," he says, raising his voice over Kaitlyn's next shriek
of pleasure, "that does bring us back to Edward."

   The two of them snap around to look at the Proprietor again.  He tilt's
his head.

   "Sorry, Edward - you lose."

   "Wait," begs Diana, holding out a hand.

   Edward opens his mouth to say something --and disappears.

   Diana stares at the empty space for a moment.  And then falls forward,
sobbing.  Kaitlyn lets out a new scream of pleasure as she lays her fifth
egg.  Her belly has shrunk to looking only moderately pregnant, as she
crouches, gasping - a clutch of festive-looking eggs between her thighs.

   The Proprietor turns back to them and grins.

   "Well then - a most excellent challenge!  You may return to your rooms
at your leisure.  I suggest you get a good night's sleep - tomorrow is a
busy day."

   And with that, he turns and strides from the room, ignoring the stares
following him.

   Kaitlyn screams again as her seventh - and seemingly last - egg drops
from her wetly stretched pussy.  She pitches forward, shaking and gasping,
as her horribly stretched cunt trembles and slowly begins to close.

   The screen fades to black.
   End of Episode