Spiked Punch

Spiked Punch.

              "Welcome. Welcome."  Terry smiled as Vicky walked through the door. I am glad you could make it. From your call earlier, it sounded like you weren't going to make it."

              "Oh, that?"  Vicky giggled.  "I was. . . I was just held up in traffic."

              Terry closed the door behind her.  "Well, I am glad you are here.  It wouldn't be a real party without you.  Now come.  I want to show you around."

              "I am sure I can show myself around; thank you."

              "Nonsense."  Terry put her hand on Vicky's back.  "What kind of hostess would I be if I didn't give my guests the grand tour."

              Vicky snorted.  "Fucking hell.  I just need like one minute alone."

              "Over here is the dance floor.  I worked months on getting it ready for tonight.  Say hi to Vicky, everyone."

              "Hi, Vicky."  Vicky's cheeks turned bright red.

              "I don't feel this is necessary, Terry.  I can find my own way around."

              "And over here is the refreshment table.  We have all the food you could ever want.  Isn't that right, Kerry?"

              Kerry looked at them with a look of surprise as she stopped stuffing her face.  "Hmm?"  She gulped down the bite of chicken.  "Umm, yes.  There is more than enough food for everyone."  The young woman then proceeded to stuff as much food as she could onto her plate before rushing away.

              "Moving on."

              "Umm, wait.  Can I grab a little bite to eat before you show me the rest?  Please?"  Vicky fell to her knees and tried to pout like a cute kitty.

              "What?  I. . . fine.  I guess it would be alright.  You were stuck in traffic all day."

              Vicky jumped to her feet.  "Thank you so much, Terry.  You won't regret this."  She hurried to the far end of the table and loomed over the punch bowl.  "Oh boy, how you won't regret this."  She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small blue vial.  "It's time to get you back for ruining my promotion.  Paybacks a bitch."  She poured the contents into the bowl, turning the red punch blue.  She then turned around and walked up to Terry.  "You know what I think I can wait a little longer.  You wanted to show me the rest of the place?"

              "Oh god, yes!  So, this is our ping pong championship. . ."

              As Terry escorted Vicky away, Kerry tiptoed back up to the refreshment table.  "Finally."  She placed her plate down.  "I thought they would never leave."  She grabbed a cup and began to pour herself some punch.  "I don't want them to try and give me shit for having all this wonderful food for myself.  It's mine.  All mine."  She took a deep breath.  "If I could just take it all home with me, I could.  I. . . I just wish I knew who cooked it.  I. . . no, that is a step too far into weird territory.

              As Kerry drank the punch, her eyes widened.  "Wow, what is in this stuff."  She shook her eyes.  "It has a powerful kick for some random blueberry flavor."  She laughed as she coughed.  "I swear whoever made the food, I am going to have to congratulate them."  She took a deep breath and pulled at the collar of her shirt.  "Is it getting hot in here?"

              "Hey, Kerry.  Do you want to come and watch the game with us?"  She spun around and tried to hide her massive plate of food as her body tensed up.  "Come on.  We are betting on it."

              "You know I don't like to do that kind of crap."  She took short rapid breaths, sweat dripping down her neck and along her slender boobs.  "I. . . look, I will watch it, but. . ."

              "Hey, are you okay?  You seem a bit flushed."

              "It's just hot in here.  I. . . look, I need to use the restroom."  Kerry rushed past him, forgetting about her massive plate of food.  Locking the door behind her, Kerry planted her hands on the sink.  "Ugh, why the hell is it so hot in here?  Are they turning it into a sauna?"

              She raised her head and gasped as she saw herself in the mirror.  "Oh my god.  My face.  I am. . . fucking blue! Ughhhh."  She moaned as her bra suddenly tightened.  "Fucking hell. . ."  She scratched at the side of her chest, pressure increasing inside her body.  "I. . . it's getting fucking tight."  She looked down and gasped as she could see her nipples through her shirt.  "Oh my fucking god."  She moaned, leaning forward as her hard, raw nipples rubbed against her clothing, causing blue stains to appear.  "I. . . fucking.  FUCK!"

              "Is everything okay in there?"

              Her cheeks turned bright blue.  "Everything is fine."  She gritted her teeth as her sensitive ass began to swell, causing her jeans to press tightly against her thighs.  "Fucking hell."

              "Look, can you be done in the restroom soon?  Other people have to use it."

              "Go find another one!  This one will be occupied for a while."  Kerry scratched at her sumptuous ass, trying to relieve the growing pressure building inside of her.  “I. . . have issues that are trying to. . . ughhhh. . . just. . . ughhh. . .”

              "Are you sure you are okay?  You sound sick."

              "I SAID I AM FINE!"  Kerry panted.  "Now just. . ."  Her waistline throbbed as her pants struggled to contain her growing girth.  "Go away!"  She slammed her pulsing ass against the door, trying her best to hide herself inside.  But it didn't seem to work as part of her belly burst forth, bouncing about as the rest of her clothes tried to contain her blue body.  "Ughhhhhh."

              "Well, at the very least, hurry up.  That is the only fucking bathroom."  She moaned as the other person slammed their hand against the door, the vibrations causing her body to jiggle about, her raw, sumptuous boobs finally ripping through her shirt in a shower of blueberry juice.  "You can't just hide in there.  It has to be against some kind of law."

              Kerry licked her lips as the door was pounded on again, her juicy butt cheeks ripping through her pants.  "Oh fuck."  She closed her eyes.  "I have to do something.  I can't stay here forever.  I. . ."  Her eyes shot open as the door frame began to creek.  "What the fuck was that?  Don't tell me I am—"

              But before she could finish her thought her massive blue frame sent the door crashing down in a shower of blueberry juice.  "Ahhhhhhh!"  She bounced about on her sumptuous round ass before rolling onto her side.  "Fucking hell."

              "What is going on here?"  Terry rushed to Kerry's side.  "What the hell did you do?"

              "So. . . juicy."  Kerry was rubbing her radiant blue body all over, blueberry juice dripping from her hard, raw nipples.  "Can't. . . stop. . . swelling."

              Everyone took a step back as her bra snapped off, hitting a young man in the face, who immediately rushed out of the room.  Terry narrowed her eyes, pressing her right foot down on Kerry's juicy left boob.  "I will ask again.  What the fuck did you do to yourself?"

              Kerry could only moan as she continued to fill with blueberry juice, her swollen hand reaching for her throbbing pussy.  "Ohhhhhhhh."

              Terry turned around.  "Okay, everyone, nothing to see here.  Just nothing to. . ."  Her eyes widened as she noticed another girl's face turning blue.  "What the hell? It's spreading."  She rushed across the room. "What the fuck is causing this nightmare""

              Vicky smiled. "Paybacks a bitch, isn't it?  Enjoy your blueberry paradise.”  Vicky slipped out as more guests began to drink the spiked punch.