James sighed, shoving the last box containing the memories of his life in the big city into place in the garage. Hopefully, one day he’d be able to return, but now that he’d lost his job it was looking less than likely. It was expensive living out there, after all – one of the crucial factors that had forced him to move back to his old family home out in the sticks.

They barely even had the internet out here. It was going to be hell.

Worse for him, though, was the complete lack of any kind of party scene. He’d really fallen in love with the clubs during his years out living the high life, and losing them was the hardest hitting part of his great run of misfortune. The music, the lights, the girls, oh god, the girls. Neon clothes, platform shoes, the flirtatious winks, the whole energy of a raver babe…

He wasn’t going to be seeing any of that out here.

Sighing, her pulled the garage door down, wandering around to the front yard. He hadn’t even found a new job yet. He wasn’t even sure what kind of job he could get. There wasn’t much call for X out here, and even if there was… Did he really want to keep doing it? Like, his job had paid the bills – right up until it hadn’t – but he’d never really enjoyed it. Maybe this was a call to try something new…

He nearly tripped on the front doorstep – a bunch of magazines had been delivered while he was off shifting boxes, apparently. Grumbling, he bent down to gather them up – when he paused. One of them, one of the national papers, had gotten kicked when he almost tripped. It had open landed on the small ads page, and as he looked down at it, one ad in particular caught his eye.

‘Wanna be the life of the party? Try out BimTron’s latest product – the DimJay DJ System! Hot and Scintillating nights guaranteed! Order online now!’

Huh. ‘BimTron’? He’d heard of them, hadn’t he? Some weird rumours on the net, the occasional ad on a porn video. ‘A woman’s place is on…’ Wait, wait, no, that was the other one. BimTron had always seemed like a pretty shoddy knockoff brand to him, but he’d still seen their name around. And it wasn’t like he had much to lose.

He glanced towards the quiet rural street behind him. Autumn leaves were just starting to fall. Perhaps this small, sleepy town could do with a bit of a night scene. You never knew, sometimes a quiet place like this was just waiting for the right party scene. It was definitely the only way he was going to see any rave babes without a dial-up level download speed…

That last argument was the clincher. With a chuckle, he picked up the paper, along with the other magazines, and carried them inside to make a phone call. It was time to try out a whole new career.

…

Fall was nearly past by the time Samantha found herself driving through what should have been a quiet rural town, with the touches of winter already starting to make themselves known. Frost on the window panes, grass crunching under foot…

And yet none of that seemed to be in evidence here. It was strange. She’d expected to see a few signs of the season in the way people dressed on the way to the hotel she was spending the night in, perhaps some early Christmas lights going up, but… No, no, none of that.

Instead, the dark haired business woman saw people – mostly women – walking around in very unseasonal clothing. Neon tops, metallic mini-skirts, rainbow-coloured fuzzy leggings… It was odd, more the kind of thing she’d expect to see in Ibiza rather than a quiet American town. Perhaps they’d just had a festival or something?

It was none of her business, either way. She wasn’t in town for long – she was just planning a short stay at the hotel overnight, to get back on the road tomorrow. She had three states to cross before this trip was done, and she had no intention of hanging around out here in the sticks any longer than she had to.

Though it was weird that even the receptionist at the front desk was in on the craze. Those clothes showed off quite a lot. Though Sam had to admit, if she had a figure like that, she’d probably show it off too. Good god, those curves…

“So, like, are you going to the party tonight?”

The business woman’s jealous introspection was interrupted by the receptionist’s sudden question, and she blinked in confusion. “Party?”

“Yeah!” The receptionist – a blonde with red streaks through her hair – nodded eagerly. “The big bash in the heart of town! We have one every night, they’re super fun. Everyone’ll be there - you should totally come!”

Sam raised an eyebrow. Well, that went some ways towards explaining the outfits. “Uh, no thanks – really not my thing.”

“Awh, that’s a shame.” The woman pouted, but handed over the key to the business woman’s room without pushing further. “Well, if you ever change your mind, you’ll know where to find us!”

“Uh. Sure.” Like that was going to happen. Sam rolled her eyes and turned away, heading for the stairs – and as she went, she passed another group of giggling women in rave gear that were going the other way. Holy crap, did everyone in this town have boobs as big as their heads? Ugh. Screw it, she was turning in now and getting an early start in the morning. The sooner she got out of here, the better.

…

But even that simple goal would prove to be more difficult than she expected.

~Bom … Bom … Bom~

She felt like she’d barely shut her eyes when a distant rhythmic sound drew them open again. A pounding base, rumbling through the entire room, and ringing in her ears. Her tired gaze rolled over towards the window – where coloured lights were dancing through the glass, playing out on the ceiling.

“They can’t be serious,” she groaned, rising to sit up in her bed as it became clear that the noise wasn’t about to stop. It was music, she could tell that, but it was muted, blocked by bricks and glass and space. But it was still impossible to ignore – vibrating through her like a plane flying low overhead. How was anyone supposed to sleep with this racket?

~Bom … Bom … Bom~

Grumbling, she slid out of bed to fetch a glass of water. It tasted strangely sweet out of the tap, but everything in this town tasted sweet, and she ignored it, gulping it all down. On the way back, though, she paused by the window. From up here on the third floor, she had a good view of the town, and she could see the lightshow down below clearly. The building right across from the hotel was apparently the local dance club, judging by the lights and sounds pouring out of it. The source of her problem.

~Bom … Bom … Bom~

For a second she considered pulling the window open and screaming at them to turn down the noise, but she quickly dismissed the idea. No, judging by the crowds moving in and out of that place – mostly female, though it was hard to be sure from up here – no one was going to be paying her any attention. They were too busy with their ‘big bash’.

She grunted, pulling the curtains closed, and tried to think. How could she sleep like this? She had ear plugs, but these vibrations just rolled right through them. Maybe she could change rooms? It was late, but this was ridiculous! … But no, wait. The receptionist she needed to speak to would be at the party across the road by now too, wouldn’t she?

~Bom … Bom … Bom~

… Then, why not head over there and find her? It couldn’t be too hard. Yeah, she’d just be in and out…

She held her head for a moment, feeling a bit dizzy. Was that really such a great idea? Surely it’d be impossible to find someone in a crowd covered in dizzying lights and pounding music.

~Bom … Bom … Bom~

But she should try anyway! Yes, definitely. This was a great idea. She was going to head over there right this second.

… Well, not right this second. She needed to get dressed first. She wasn’t going to storm over there dressed in her night clothes.

~Bom … Bom … Bom~

Although since she’d only be quick, she didn’t need to get too dressed up…

…

As soon as the doors opened, the music swept over Samantha like an explosion in an action film. The loose jacket she’d donned was almost swept clean off her shoulders, and she had to fight to keep her feet.

~Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom~

The pounding beat made her eyes flutter for a second, the music seeming to sink in through her ears and vibrate right to her very core. For a second she considered turning back, the sensation knocking her out of the strange haze that had drawn her in – but before she could act on it, hands reached out and pulled her in, the doors slamming shut behind her.

Wide eyed, she found herself on a darkened dance floor, surrounded by wild women in raver outfits, all dancing the night away, each curvier than the last. Coloured stockings kicked out around her, neon tops swayed as she stumbled past, glowsticks waving as coloured lights occasionally flashed through the fog. This was… this was…!

~Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom~

The beat pulsed through her, and whatever she was trying to think was blasted to bits, along with the rest of her thoughts. Her eyes rolled up in her head, body trembling as the music poured through it – and then all she could do was moan as she felt that body start to change to the rhythm’s flow.

~Bom~

Her chest started to swell, plumping up, breasts pressing tight against the inside of the casual t-shirt she’d thrown on. Her breath grew quick and hot, struggling against the uncomfortable and unfamiliar binding.

~Bom~

Her jeans began to groan and protest, stitches snapping and buttons popping as her ass followed suit. Beneath the tight fabric her cheeks were growing by the second, expanding with every rumbling beat that pounded through her, heat and pleasure pulsing through her body and gathering between her legs.

~Bom~

Until another beat tore through her, and carried the blasted remnants of her mind right out of her, pleasure spiking and juices dripping down her legs as she climaxed just from the music alone.

“Huauh…” Her jaw dropped, her mind empty, her arms limp at her sides. She was just left standing there, dazed on the dancefloor, eyes filled with flashing lights, body pounding to the rhythm…

And then the music got louder.

~Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom~

The casual clothes she wore, the ones that had already been torn and shredded by her body’s growth, were ripped apart, stripped from her frame and reduced to ribbons and thread by the music’s demand. Her outfit just plain disintegrated around her, destroyed by pitches and harmonics she couldn’t hope to understand. She was left naked, eyes crossed and knees pressed together, naked on the dance floor.

But not for long.

As if guided by an unspoken plan, the dancers around her drew nearer, reaching out to her.

A pink crop top slid over her head, glowing bright under the dancefloor’s darklight. Glowbands and chains were wrapped around her wrists. A metallic skirt, squeezed tight around her ass. Platform shoes eased onto her feet. In a matter of moments, she was dressed again – and now, she looked just like all the other rave girls around her.

And the music began to play again.

~Bom Bom Bom Bom Bom~

This time, the effect on her was electric. Movement returned to her limbs. Life flooded back to her vapid eyes. An eager grin took her lips, and her arms raised over her head as she shook her hips and thrust her chest.

“Yeah!” She cheered, voice perky and clear. “This is the greatest party evar!”

Her trip? Forgotten. Her name? Discarded. Her job? Didn’t matter. All she cared about now was the rave. Her only want, to dance in the biggest bash in the world, forever and ever!

Oh, and to give that studly DJ a nice reward for showing her the neon light~

…

James grinned in his booth, commanding the tunes with a wave of his hand, lights flashing and speakers booming to his command. Who would have thought BimTron products could be this potent? Not bad for a knockoff, right?

Life had certainly picked up in this town. Who needed the big city when out here you could have the best party in the world every night? And at the heart of it all was him, enjoying the view. Everything was coing up James, ever since he’d found that ad.

The door slid open, and a girl he didn’t recognise strutted in, pressing her neon wrapped breasts against his chest, grinding against his crotch with need. He grinned, and gently pushed her to her knees, underneath his table. Fuck, he just really couldn’t get enough of Rave girls~

Thanks BimTron!