Chapter 20

You arrive at the Theta Chi fraternity house as the party is in full swing. Bass-heavy music pounds through the walls, and the front lawn is littered with red cups and lounging students. You make your way inside, scanning the crowded rooms for your transformed subjects.

You spot Maria first, leaning against a wall with a smug smile on her face as she watches her handiwork. When she sees you, she saunters over, her tight dress showcasing her curves as she moves through the throng of bodies.

"They're over there," she purrs, gesturing toward the makeshift dance floor in the living room. "I think I outdid myself this time, Dr. Stern."

Your gaze follows her pointing finger, and for a moment, you don't recognize your subjects. Gia is at the center of attention, her newly platinum blonde hair with pink tips cascading down her back in voluminous waves. Her olive skin glows under the party lights, creating a striking contrast with her dramatic hair. She's wearing a metallic pink micro-dress that barely covers her ass, showcasing her long, toned legs. The neckline plunges dangerously low, revealing the inner curves of her breasts as she grinds between two muscular fraternity brothers.

"Like, oh my god, you're so fucking hot," she giggles to one of them, her voice carrying over the music. She runs her hands through her new hair, clearly enamored with her transformation. "Don't you just love my new look?”

Not far away, Bella is commanding her own audience. The formerly reserved Isabella is unrecognizable with long, honey-blonde extensions that fall to the middle of her back in loose curls. Her makeup is heavy and dramatic – smoky eyes, false lashes, and glossy pink lips that pout as she dances. She's wearing a sheer white crop top that leaves little to the imagination, her small breasts clearly visible through the thin fabric, paired with a tiny denim skirt that rides up as she moves.

"I feel so fucking sexy," Bella announces to the three boys surrounding her, her hands running down her body suggestively. "I was such a boring bitch before. I never knew you could have this much fun." She takes a long drink from her red cup, then grinds her ass against one of the boys, who grips her hips possessively.

"Maria, you really did exceed expectations," you praise her, watching as your creations perform exactly as designed. The physical transformation has clearly accelerated their personality shifts – with new hair, makeup, and clothing, they've shed the last vestiges of their original identities.

"They're getting a lot of attention," Maria notes, a hint of jealousy in her voice. "Everyone's talking about their 'makeovers.' No one can believe these are the same Valentini sisters who were top of their classes."

You watch as Gia pulls one of her dance partners down for a sloppy, exhibitionist kiss, her hands wandering to his crotch without shame. Nearby, Bella laughs loudly at something whispered in her ear, then turns to plant kisses on the necks of two different boys, alternating between them as they run their hands over her body.

You find a strategic spot near the staircase, nursing a drink as you observe your creations in their natural habitat. The party has grown wilder in the last half hour, the music louder, the dancing more provocative, the inhibitions lower with each passing minute.

Gia has become the center of attention, her platinum blonde and pink hair whipping around as she climbs onto a coffee table. Her metallic pink micro-dress rides up dangerously high as she begins to dance, revealing the thin strip of her thong. The fraternity brothers cheer wildly, phones raised to capture every moment of her exhibition.

"Who wants to do body shots?" she shrieks, her voice carrying over the thumping bass. A chorus of male voices responds enthusiastically as she lies back on the table, pulling her dress down to expose her breasts. The olive skin of her chest glistens with sweat as a football player pours tequila into the hollow of her throat, then licks it off slowly while the crowd roars.

Bella isn't to be outdone. She climbs onto the table with her sister, her honey-blonde extensions cascading down her back. "My turn!" she giggles, pulling her sheer top completely off and tossing it into the crowd. Her small, perky breasts bounce as she dances, nipples hard in the cool air. Someone hands her a bottle of vodka, which she takes a long pull from before passing it to Gia.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" the crowd begins to chant, phones recording as the sisters look at each other with drunken smiles. Gia grabs Bella by the waist, pulling her close as their lips meet in a deep, provocative kiss. Their tongues visibly intertwine as they perform for their audience, hands roaming over each other's bodies while fraternity brothers howl with approval.

"These bitches are wild!" you overhear a student say as he sends a video to someone. "No one's gonna believe these are the Valentini sisters. Aren't they supposed to be like, super smart or something?"

The sisters break their kiss, laughing as they continue dancing. Hands reach up from the crowd, groping at their exposed flesh. Gia moans theatrically as someone's fingers slip beneath her dress, while Bella grinds against a tall fraternity brother who's climbed up to join them.

"Party in the president's room!" announces a muscular senior, grabbing Gia's hand. "VIP only!" He helps her down from the table, his hands lingering on her ass as she giggles and stumbles against him.

"We're coming too!" Bella declares, allowing herself to be lifted down by two eager boys who immediately press against her from both sides, their hands exploring her nearly naked body as they guide her toward the stairs.

You watch as your creations are escorted upstairs, a trail of excited fraternity brothers following behind them. The transformation is complete – their standing as serious students effectively destroyed in a single night, replaced by their new reputations as party girls willing to do anything for attention.

You follow them up the stairs, following the sound of drunken laughter and cheering. The upstairs hallway is dimly lit, with fraternity brothers lounging against walls, red cups in hand, all facing toward the open door of what must be the president's room. You slip past them, positioning yourself where you can observe without drawing attention.

Inside the spacious bedroom, Gia and Bella are the center of attention. Gia's platinum blonde and pink hair is splayed across a king-sized bed as she writhes beneath the muscular body of the fraternity president, a tall senior named Ryan. Her metallic pink dress has been pushed up around her waist, her thong discarded on the floor. Her olive skin glistens with sweat in the low light, her full breasts bouncing with each thrust as Ryan pounds into her.

"Fuck me harder!" she demands, her voice a high-pitched moan that bears no resemblance to Giorgia's usual measured tones. Her long legs wrap around Ryan's waist, urging him deeper as she tosses her head back, eyes glazed with pleasure and alcohol. The transformation is complete – not a trace of the serious volleyball player remains in her wanton expression.

Bella kneels beside them on the bed, her honey-blonde extensions cascading over her bare shoulders as she makes out with two fraternity brothers simultaneously. Her small breasts are cupped by eager hands, her pale skin marked with red handprints and the beginnings of hickeys. She breaks away from the kiss, giggling as she takes a shot of tequila from a boy named Derek.

"My turn next," she announces, her voice slurred as she runs her hands down her nearly naked body. She laughs, the sound hollow and artificial, as she unzips Derek's pants. "I want all of you to fuck me tonight. I want to know what it feels like up my ass."

The air is thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and sex. The sound of skin slapping against skin mingles with Gia's increasingly loud moans as she approaches climax. The fraternity brothers exchange glances of disbelief and excitement – these are the Valentini sisters, formerly known for their academic prowess, now performing like porn stars for their entertainment.

"Switch!" calls out a muscular lacrosse player named Ethan, pulling Bella away from Derek. "Let's see what else these sluts can do."

The room reeks of sweat, alcohol, and the musky scent of sex as the debauchery escalates.

Ryan finishes with Gia, pulling out and spraying across her olive-toned stomach with a grunt. She giggles, running her fingers through the mess and bringing them to her mouth. "Mmm, tasty," she purrs, her new platinum blonde and pink hair splayed across the pillow like exotic cotton candy. "Who's next? Gia needs more cock!"

Bella crawls across the bed toward her sister, her honey-blonde extensions swinging forward. "Let me clean you up, sis," she suggests, lowering her head to lick the remaining semen from Gia's toned stomach. The fraternity brothers cheer wildly at this unexpected development, phones recording every moment as Bella's small, perky breasts sway beneath her. Her tongue traces patterns across Gia's skin, working her way up to her sister's full breasts.

"Oh fuck, that feels amazing," Gia moans, arching her back as Bella's tongue circles her nipple. She tangles her fingers in Bella's extensions, pulling her up for a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues dance together visibly as they perform for their audience, Gia's hands roaming down to squeeze Bella's ass.

"I never knew my sister was such a good kisser," Bella giggles against Gia's lips. She straddles Gia's thigh, grinding against it as two fraternity brothers position themselves behind her.

Derek and Ethan maneuver themselves on either side of the sisters, cocks in hand. "Show us how much you love each other," Derek encourages.

The sisters need no further prompting. They fall into a sixty-nine position, Bella's face buried between Gia's thighs as Gia returns the favor. The wet sounds of their tongues and lips mingle with their moans, creating a symphony of debauchery that has the entire room transfixed.

Derek strokes himself as he slides his cock into Bella’s willing asshole. "Fuck, I can't believe these are the same chicks who always seemed like they had sticks up their asses," he mutters. "Whatever happened to them, I'm not complaining."

You observe with clinical satisfaction as your creations pleasure each other with increasing enthusiasm. There's no hesitation, no trace of their former selves breaking through. Just two bimbos, completely surrendered to sensation and pleasure.