Chapter Five: Hotter Girls Night

Lola shivered furiously in her white minidress as they stood in line for the party. “Fuuuuuck. I should have brought a jacket.”

Dom raised an eyebrow. “It’s like sixty outside.” He looked down at his own minidress. “Maybe mine’s a heavier fabric or something?”

“Master, I haven’t felt cold in years - I’m not used to it anymore.”

Then it was Zoey’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Sweetie, you walk around naked all the time.”

“Yes dear, good of you to notice.” Lola shook her head. “That’s why I included ‘protection from the elements’ in my laundry list of changes. I don’t feel discomfort from heat, cold or any sort of weather. How do you think I went skiing naked without my tits falling off?” She shivered again. “I’m very vulnerable right now.”

Violet’s arms unbound and she wrapped them around Lola for warmth. “Mistress, when you say vulnerable…”

“I mean the opposite of invulnerable, Vi. When I’m powered up, I’m protected from weather, hunger, thirst, disease, lack of oxygen and most man-portable weapons. Also, I can bench about three hundred pounds and run a five minute mile.”

Everyone turned to stare at her, and she just shrugged. “You saw the reconfig-a-mabob and realized you could become anything. I saw it and realized I could become everything.”

“I’m married to Wonder Woman!” Zoey marvelled at the idea.

“I’m definitely gonna need a hit off this gizmo when we’re done,” Wyatt added.

“We can probably make that happen,” Zoey tentatively agreed, “But it’ll depend on how quick we get it back. There’s a limited number of charges - lord knows how many Alex has used up.” 

She failed to add how trivial refilling it would be - Wyatt seemed like a decent guy, but one day was hardly enough time to judge a man’s character.

“No worries.” The group turned the corner and saw the Delta house, ‘HOTTER GIRLS NIGHT’ banner above the entrance. “This is where I get off, ladies. I’ll meet you all inside.”

“Bye Wyatt!” Donna waved as he skulked off. “He’s so cool,” she murmured.

“He’s certainly something,” Dom snarked as they pressed on, Donna stumbling on her heels.

As before, the guys were split off from the girls, but this time both groups entered tents before passing beyond the gates. No guys emerged from the guys’ tent, just like before, but the girls that emerged from either tent were different.

To a gal, everyone popped out with either massive tits or a dumptruck ass.

There were a lot of women looking at themselves, taking pictures and discreetly squeezing their new assets when they thought no one was looking.

“That is a very narrow definition of ‘hotter,’ in my opinion,” Dominick grumbled. “What about pretty smiles or striking eyes? Hell, what about long legs?”

“BlahBlahBlah.” Lola made a flappy mouth with her hand. “Master is gonna get some mega-tits, and I am fucking here for it.”

Soon they were in the women’s tent, and two Deltas sat on opposite sides, next to more ominous machines. Crude signs are taped to the walls behind them - ‘tits’ and ‘ass’ respectively.

Girls dutifully split up into two lines, and as Dom & company watched, the lead girl in each line received a wristband and a blast of purple light. They swelled according to their choice, dresses stretching to match the change, then headed inside.

“You first, Nicky.” Zoey tried to say it casually, like it was no big deal, but when he turned back to her she blushed fiercely. 

Dom laughed at that and kissed her. “Anything to make you smile.” Then he looked back at Lola and Violet. “Ok you perverts, I’m goin’ in!” He walked up to the ‘tits’ desk, ready to impress his girls.

The guy started to go into his ‘In order to enter’ speech, then did a double take and looked at his phone. When he looked up, his eyes were a mix of fear and resolve.

“You can’t come in. Alex said so.”

There was a moment of tense stillness, the Delta leaning back in his chair as Dom stared him down.

“Can you send Alex a message?”

The Delta gulped but wordlessly agreed.

“Then tell him this - ‘It’s not yours. You can deal with Vasquez, or you can deal with me.’ Text that to him, right now.”

The Delta gulped and nodded again, feverishly tapping on his phone. “Done,” he muttered.

“Fine. Now pump up my tits and I’ll go.”

“Excuse me?” The Delta seemed genuinely baffled at the command.

“Did I stutter?” All eyes turned at Dominick’s shout. “Make with the boobs or there’s gonna be trouble!”

Eyes wide, the Delta pushed a button and purple light enveloped Dominick. He closed his eyes, feeling the change sink in. Dom shivered as his flesh rippled and grew, chest swelling, a growing weight on his torso, nipples erect from the sensation. In a handful of heartbeats, his perky C-cups had transformed into a pair of cantaloupes, heavy on his chest.

Dom hefted his new jugs, considering. Satisfied, he turned from the Delta and wordlessly left the tent. Lola discreetly gave two thumbs up as he passed.

“I am going to fuck him so hard,” she whispered to Zoey.

“We,” she responded. “We are going to fuck him so hard.”

A girl in a skintight blue dress tapped Lola on the shoulder. “Would you go!?” she said irritably.

“Keep your tits on, girl!” Lola moved forward, snapping at the Delta to get on with it. He gave her a wristband and pressed the button. She got the same purple light, same unearthly growing sensation, same huge boobs.

Lola looked at them for a moment, weighed them in her hands, then shook her head ambivalently. “It’s a good start… I guess.” Sighing, she moved forward.

Zoey paused when she reached the front of the line, considering, then moved to the ass machine. Lola raised an eyebrow, and Zoey gave her a ‘what can you do’ shrug. “We’re a very top heavy family. There must be balance in the Force.”

One blast of otherworldly energy later, and Zoey Vasquez was the (temporary) owner of a full-on booty - a thick luscious peach that strained the seams of her dress. She twisted back to look at it and her eyes went wide.

Lola whistled, a filthy smile on her face. “Goddamn girl, you got more cake than a bakery!”

Zoey snickered. “You’re too old to use ‘cake’ that way.”

As they bantered, Violet moved up to the Ass desk. The guy at the desk looked at her gigantic boobs, straining against her latex dress and shibari knots, and shook his head. “You’ve already gotten your boost. No one gets both - keep moving.”

Violet stood stunned for a moment. He wasn’t technically wrong, but explaining the nuances…

Slumping, she reluctantly joined her Mistress, who put an arm around her. “I like your butt just the way it is, hon.”

“Ta-da!” Donna bounded over to the group, boosted boobs jiggling beneath her lacy black dress. “This is so cool - I look like Ms Lola!” She paused. “I mean, how Ms Lola used to look.”

Lola let it slide. “Let’s head inside. Hopefully we can have some fun before the combat starts.”

Ominous threat delivered, Dom stormed out of the tent, trying to be as spooky a bitch as possible. He dropped the act once he was clear of the frat house, ducking into an alley and fishing the phone out of his purse.

::Where you at, Wyatt? Got booted out::
::That was fast. I’m around the corner. Get over here::

Dom found Wyatt sitting in his shitbox pickup, smoking a joint. Wyatt’s eyes went wide as Dom approached. “Damn man, nice jugs.” He took a long drag off the joint before offering it up.

“Why you doin’ all this to yourself? Follow your star and all, but you don’t need to be a big-tittied bruja to sneak into a frat.”

“Wyatt, I live with three women that are desperate to suck on these big tits.” He took a few puffs off the joint. “There’s a lesbian orgy waiting for me on the other side of this bullshit.”

The man bowed his head respectfully, a student at the feet of the master. “Fuuuck. Maybe I need some titties…”

“We can make that happen, if you really want.” Dom took one last drag, then dropped the roach and stubbed it out. “Ok, how do we get in?”

“I’ve got an idea.” Wyatt stood up, staring at the sky. “Just follow my lead.”

The pair sidled along the back alley, ducking through a hole in some shrubbery and emerging beside the frathouse dumpster. A Delta stood guard at the back door, sipping a beer, clearly bored.

Wyatt put a hand up in greeting. “Sup.”

The Delta waved back. “Sup.”

“Me and my girl wanna party, but the line’s stupid long.” He fished in his pockets. “Give you fifty bucks and ten hits of acid to let us in.”

“Hundred bucks and twenty.”

“Done - if you throw in some drink tickets.”

Deal struck, they made the exchange and entered.

Dom gave Wyatt an irritated look. “I could have done that.”

“Mistress, are we in Heaven?” Violet squeezed Lola’s arm as they moved through the sea of supernaturally-enhanced hotties, hundreds of beautiful women with porn star figures. The sexual energy in the air was electric - the awkward fear from the night before had evaporated, leaving only a mansion full of horny drunken college kids.

Lola considered, sipping on her red solo cup. “They’d have better booze in Heaven.”

The group moved through the crowd, EDM blasting, searching for Alex and/or Sarah. They’d moved through several rooms when a chorus of cheers grabbed their attention. Out on the patio, girls surrounded a cluster of beer pong tables, several games running at once. A Delta sat next to a transformation gizmo nearby, watching. 

BOOB PONG was written on each table in electrical tape. 

Two tipsy girls had just won a game, and they drank in the applause. One of them thumped their chest in triumph - only to flinch when they punched an unfamiliar breast. There was laughter at that, along with some hoots and whistles.

Then a chant of “BOOBS! BOOBS! BOOBS!” started. The winners high fived each other and marched to the gizmo. The Delta gave them thumbs up and pushed the button, purple glow surrounding them both. 

Their breasts expanded rapidly, dresses struggling to keep up with the change - after a few seconds they’d both moved firmly into “bowling ball” territory. The pair bumped chests, to the loud acclaim of the crowd.

“I’VE GOT NEXT GAME!” Lola’s hand shot up and she elbowed her way to the table.

“I wanna play!” Donna moved to join her, but Lola gave her a skeptical look. “You any good kid? I’m here to win.”

Donna nodded, determined. “I won’t let you down.”

They both turned back to Zoey, begging permission with big puppy dog eyes. She laughed and embraced Lola, gave her a sweet little kiss for luck. “Just keep them small enough that you can walk.”

Lola shook her head. “No promises.”

Dom was scanning the crowd in the dining room when Wyatt elbowed him and pointed. They watched Alex slide along the far wall, trying to be inconspicuous, then duck into the kitchen door. Nodding to each other, the pair pushed their way across the room and followed.

Hands grabbed them the moment they entered, a half dozen Deltas dragging them through before locking the door.

“Cover her mouth! Cover her mouth!” Duct tape was slapped onto his face as his arms were wrenched behind him. Alex stood several paces back, fists ready to fight, until he was sure Dom and Wyatt were secure. Then he moved forward.

“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you are not welcome here.” Alex got close, stared into Dom’s furious eyes. “My brothers are going to take you and your druggie friend to the edge of town, and I suggest you just keep walking. If you come around here again, you’ll leave in a fucking ambulance. Are we clear?”

The anger in Dom’s eyes redoubled, and when he blinked, the white fire had returned. He grunted from beneath the tape, a muffled shout of command - and the guys holding him dropped to the floor, fast asleep.

The other Deltas jumped, terrified, and Wyatt took the distraction to stomp on the nearest foot. There was a crunch and one of the guys holding him fell, groaning. The second guy caught an elbow in the stomach, while the third got a boot in the kneecap. They all fell into a heap, struggling.

Alex turned to run, sprinting hard for the exit. Dominick made a slashing motion in the air and the man’s feet were kicked from beneath him. He hit the floor hard, then rolled to face his attacker. Dom swatted from five feet away, and Alex slid back, slamming into the far wall.

Dominick tore the tape from his mouth, gritting his teeth at the pain, and stomped forward. 

“DO I HAVE YOUR FUCKING ATTENTION YET, ALEX!?”

He grabbed a fistful of Alex’s collar, leaning in close and lifting him up a few inches from the floor. Dom stared hard into his terrified eyes.

“GIVE. IT. BACK. It’s not yours. You stole it from someone I care about, and none of this will stop until it’s returned. Not me, not Vasquez… and not Sarah. You’ve had your fun, thrown the party of the year - now cut your losses and walk away.”

“I’m… not… going back,” Alex hissed, then drove a hard right into Dom’s tit. The pain made him recoil, and Alex lashed out, knocking Dom backwards into the counter, dishes crashing as he slipped and fell.

By the time Dom stood, Alex was gone. He wanted to pursue, but Wyatt was fighting three guys behind him. Dominick dragged the man free, putting two of the Deltas to sleep before the third scrambled away.

Wyatt stood, huffing and massaging his knuckles. “Gotta go, dude. Backup’ll be here soon.”

“Fuck!” Dom clenched his fists in frustration. “I just wanted to fucking talk to him!”

“Yeah, well, he didn’t want to talk to you. Let’s bounce.”

With a delicate flick of the wrist, Donna sunk the final ball and the crowd exploded. She shrieked with delight and Lola shrieked along with her. The “BOOBS! BOOBS! BOOBS!” chant started and the pair moved to the table with the gizmo.

Donna leaned in to whisper. “Do you think Wyatt likes big boobs? All the girls I’ve met seem to love them, but what about boys?”

“Don’t you worry, Donna.” Lola put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Boys, girls - everyone likes big boobs. The bigger the better.”

“You ladies ready?” The Delta’s finger hovered over the button.

Donna looked slightly nervous, but Lola was beyond ready. “Hit me!” she shouted.

The Delta gave her a ‘hell yeah’ and pushed. The purple light surrounded them both and Lola sighed with deep satisfaction as massive tits filled her hands. “Back in the saddle.”

Donna was less enthusiastic. She shifted, stretched her back, pushing her bowling balls even farther out. “They’re really heavy. Is that normal?”

“Oh yeah, heavy is good. If you can’t crack a walnut with your jugs, what’s the point?”

Lola turned back to the boob pong table. “Ok, who’s next? We’re going for two in a row!”

The crowd roared its approval, the “BOOBS!” chant starting up. Donna gave Lola a deeply skeptical look, but reluctantly followed her back.

From the sidelines, Zoey and Violet exchanged a look, shaking their heads and smiling. “I’m always in awe of Mistress’ passion for servitude. She’ll do anything to please you and Mr Vasquez.”

“Pfft.” Zoey was notably less awed. “Lola’s passion is being a horny slut. She’d give herself beach ball tits if she was home alone. Me and Nicky are just along for the ride."

There was a tap on Zoey’s shoulder. Four Deltas were standing behind her, arms crossed and faces grim. “Dominique Vasquez? You and your friends need to go - now.” The guy who spoke had a black eye and a nasty scratch on his forehead.

She sagged. “Wait, please! We just need to talk to Alex. We’re not gonna hurt anyone - we’re not even gonna spoil your party.” She pointed towards Lola, already two cups ahead on game two. “We’re having a ton of fun!”

The speaker pointed to his face, struggling to contain his anger. “Tell that to your friends who snuck in the back. Alex doesn’t care what you want - you and your witch and the crazies with the gloves are not gonna screw shit up. If you don’t leave, right this second, we’ll call the cops on all of you for trespassing.” He stuck fingers in his mouth to whistle, then pointed at Lola and Donna when they turned.

“OUT! NOW!”

There were boos from the crowd, and Lola turned to face him filled with defiance. “I’m in the lead, and I’m not going anywhere until I get another rip from the boob bong!” This brought a rousing cheer and more chanting. Donna put a hand on Lola’s arm, trying to talk sense into her,  but the woman stood firm.

“Fine! Whatever!” The Delta waved to the guy at the desk, totally exasperated. “Do it and get out!”

Lola gave a curt nod and headed to the desk, Donna quickly bowing out. She spread her arms wide and the purple light hit her, already giant breasts expanding to ridiculous proportions. They went down nearly to her navel, sticking out more than a foot from her ribcage. 

The dress tried to keep up with the change, but there’s no strapless minidress in 4D space that can stay up under such extreme conditions. Lola tried for a moment to adjust it, struggling to reach the front of her breasts.

“Ah, to hell with it!” She twisted, grabbed the zipper on the back, and let the dress fall, boobs making an audible ‘thump’ as they hit her abs. The crowd cheered again, and Lola stormed out in a g-string and heels, Violet and Donna following close behind.

Zoey watched the whole scene in a daze, eventually turning to the Delta. “Please tell Alex we want to talk to him - any way that makes him comfortable. Use the Mr Hedgehog email to reach out.” With that, she ran to catch up with the girls.