The Mistress's Night Out

The Mistress’s Night Out.

“Are you sure mistress? I could fetch your new maid.”

Ashely narrowed her eyes at Dexter. “While I adore my little Carien, I am not looking to just watch tonight.” She waited as Dexter fitted the bright blue dress onto her body. Ashely loved this dress as there were small slits on the chest to expose her breasts. Considering her clothing was designed to change in size, it was perfect. “I like to have some fun as well. Especially as my husband still hasn’t returned from his business trip.” She sighed. “Oh, it has gotten awfully boring without him or my poor little maid.” She smiled. “So that is why I am going to hit the town. I am going to live it up the way I want.” She snapped her fingers, causing her breasts to swell ever so slightly. “It is going to be so fun.”

“I am sure it will be mistress. But please let me go with you.”

She put her hands on her hips. “Oh, come now. I can’t have you going everywhere with me. How dull that would be.” She crossed her arms and turned away. “No Dex. You need to stay here and handle running the house. We can’t have some random creep sneak in and take my fabulous wardrobe. They can’t handle these wonderful outfits. Oh, the horror of some random person off the street thinking they can use one of my body-altering garments.” She shivered. “No, I will not allow such a thing. So, you must guard the mansion.”

“As you wish, mistress.”

She smiled and walked towards the door. “I will call you when I plan to come home.” She turned her head and winked. “Until then, I wish you the best of luck.” Ashely winked and walked out of the room.

***

About a half hour later, Ashely found herself outside a nightclub. “Well, this seems like a good place to start.” She adjusted her dress before walking towards the entrance, right past the line, despite the others yelling at her.

“Hey, lady. What do you think you are doing?”

“You can’t just cut. Who the hell do you think you are?”

Ashely giggled. “If I told you, that would just be wasting my time.” She smirked as she strode up to the bouncer. “Why hello there.” She ran her fingers along his broad chest. “I am here to dance, and I won’t take no as an answer.”

The young man behind her slammed his foot on the ground. “Get to the back of the line, you bitch.”

The bouncer stared down at her, his blue eyes narrowing from his dark face. “What makes you think you can get in without waiting in line?”

Ashely smiled. “Oh. . .” She ran her hand around his body, wrapping around his back. “I have my ways.” She pulled herself in close. “So, are you going to let me in?”

The bouncer snorted. “Fat chance.”

She giggled. “Well then, I will just have to convince you, won’t I?” She snapped her fingers, causing her body to grow. The bouncer’s eyes widened as she slowly increased in size until her boobs aligned with his face. Then, with a smile, her breasts swelled, ballooning outward and hugging the man’s face. “Oh my.” She giggled. “It appears I have something caught in between my boobs.” She giggled as she felt him fight to get out from between her boobs. “Oh no, you don’t. Not yet.” She pushed him into her cleavage. “You have been a naughty boy.”

The others behind her gasped. “What the hell? How did she do that?”

“I don’t know. But can she increase her butt and sit on me?”

Ashely giggled and turned her head. “Oh my. It seems we have some people who like fun out here.” The man who had spoken up blushed and turned his head. “Don’t worry. We may find each other later tonight.” She turned her attention back to the bouncer. “Ok, I think that is quite enough, dear.” She let him pop out of her cleavage. “Are you willing to reconsider letting me inside?”

The bouncer took deep breaths as he looked at Ashely. “I. . . what in the world? How did you do that?” He held his hand up to his forehead. “I can’t let you in you. . .” She squeezed him in between her breasts once more. “Ughhh.” She let him go once more and giggled as he caught his breath. “Will you stop doing that?”

Ashely smirked. “Only when you let me inside. Besides.” She looked down at his pants. “I think you like it.”

He snorted. “Ughh, fine.” He pointed at the door. “Get in there. Get the fuck in there. I am sick and tired of dealing with you.”

Ashely giggled. “I love you too, darling.” She blew him a kiss. “Enjoy your night.” She snapped her fingers and shrunk back down to her original height while keeping her breast size. As she walked inside, she grabbed and jiggled her boobs. “I think I will keep them this way for a while. It does stretch my outfit a little, but. . .” Ashely moaned. “Who cares.”

She put her hands on her hips as the loud thumping music enveloped her. “Ok. Time to turn this place into my playground.” Ashely smirked as she walked onto the dance floor. “It has been ages since I have danced. “She thrust her hips about. “My husband never takes me out anymore.” She giggled, snapping her finger and swelling her ass. A moment later, her enlarged butt slammed into a nearby lady.

“Hey. Watch where you are going!”

Ashely giggled. “Oh, my bad.”

The lady snorted. “What kind of outfit is that. Don’t you know this is a club? Not some old fashion royal castle.” She laughed. “Who let you in?”

Ashely crossed her arms. “I know where I am. But. . .” She rubbed her hands on her hips. “Wherever I go, I am welcome.”

The lady laughed. “Ya right.”

Ashely stretched her arms. “Ahhh. Well, I guess if you feel that way, I will just have to change things until you realize I am the one that fits in. . .” She snapped her fingers. “And it is you who might have to leave.”

This time, instead of Ashely’s body changing, the lady who had insulted her began to tremble. “What did you just. . .” She gasped as her ass began to swell. “Ahhh!” She moaned as her pants ripped. “Ugh, make it stop.” She blushed. “Hey.”

Ashely rubbed her fingers together. “Huh? I can’t hear you.” She snapped her fingers again. “I am trying to make some adjustments, darling. Just hold on, will you? Shesh, some people are such fighters.”

As the lady grabbed her big squishy ass, her pants falling to the ground, her boobs began to vibrate. “No!” She pointed at Ashely. “Don’t you!” Her breasts swelled one cup size, her tank top tightening on her chest. “Fuck.”

The other dancers were starting to walk over as Ashely giggled. “Have you learned your lesson yet, darling?” Ashely put her hands on her hips. “Do you still have a problem with the way I dress? Is it ok that I dance here? Hmm?”

The other lady’s face turned bright red. “How dare you!” Her eyes flared with rage as she pointed at Ashely. “How dare you make my butt so big and jiggly. How dare you make my breasts so big and my outfit so tight that. . .” She moaned. “Fuck, my nipples are rubbing against my bra, and there is nothing I can do about it. Do you know what you have done!?”

Ashely shrugged. “All I did was try and improve you.” She sighed. “Though it seems like I didn’t do a good enough job. You are still a bit of a bitch.” The crowd laughed as Ashely walked over to the lady. “Look, I just want you to relax. Either that or for you to realize. . .” She ran her fingers along the woman’s back before squeezing her ass. “That maybe you should leave before things become a bit too hot for you to handle.” Ashely slapped the lady on the ass.

“You. . . you. . .” The lady trembled, her ass jiggling about. “I don’t care how big you make my butt or boobs. I don’t care how good you make them feel.” She took a deep breath, licking her lips. “This isn’t acceptable. You need to—”

Ashely cut the woman short with a snap of her fingers. “I guess some more adjustments need to be made.” She giggled. “But you can’t fight the gifts I have to give you.” She put her hands on her hips and waited. “So let yourself go, my friend. You don’t need to waste all this time with this useless anger. Let loose and have some fun.”

“I. . .” The woman trembled, clutching her tank top. “Ughh. . .” Her shirt trembled as her breasts slowly swelled. “I feel so fucking hot!” She staggered around, sweat dripping from her forehead. “Oh fuck.” She used one hand to squeeze her ass. “I. . . ohh god!” As she licked her lips, her nipples suddenly shot through her shirt, her boobs now larger than a G cup. She pulled at the collar of her tank top as her boobs continued to swell, pulsing beneath her tank top. Her outfit began to rip apart, revealing the giant melons underneath. Moments later, her breasts ripped her tank top apart, and the lady just stood there, moaning.

Ashely walked over, running her finger along the woman’s neck. “Feel any better now?” Her fingers brushed against the woman’s breasts, feeling just how tight her bra was. “Hmm, though, this thing does seem in the way.”

The lady moaned. “I. . .” She shook her head. “Ughh.” She then rolled her elbows, her bra popping off her body. “Ohhh.”

Ashely giggled. “There you are honey.” Ashely patted the lady on the back.

The lady sighed. “I do feel better. I don’t know how, but I do.” She moaned. “Oh god.”

Ashely smiled. “Well, let’s just say letting out your inner self has some benefits.” She pressed her breasts against the other ladies. “And I do have to say you look quite wonderful.”

“I. . .” She blushed as Ashely squeezed her ass. “What about all of these people?”

Ashely giggled. “I don’t care about what anyone thinks or does, darling. And call me mistress.” She pulled the woman closer. “I will be your mistress tonight.” Ashely lowered her voice. “Do you understand?”

The lady gulped. “Yes.”

“Now, don’t you think we should find someone more private?” She licked the woman’s neck. “So we can enjoy the night in style?”

“Oh god.” She trembled, her nipples rubbing against Ashely. “Oh yes. Please.”

Ashley put her hand on the woman’s back, leading her towards one of the club’s back rooms. “Well, this way then.”

“But. . .” The lady gulped. “We are not allowed back there. Those rooms are for the staff only.”

“Honey, you have to understand. When you are with me, anything is possible.” She looked at the burly man guarding the door. “We are going in. Is there a problem with that?”

He looked at Ashely, then the young lady she had her arm around, and then at Ashely again. “I umm. . .” He gulped, unsure of what to do. “I don’t think I can let you in here.” He slid his hand into his pants. “Umm, where did her clothing go?”

Ashely giggled. “Is that any of your concern, you silly boy?” Ashely waved her finger about. “Now, I won’t tell your boss that you are jerking off to this lovely lady if you let us inside. And I won’t do something else you might not enjoy.”

“Like?”

“Do you really want to know? Especially considering I helped this young lady with her figure in a matter of minutes?”

He shivered. Ashely could see in his eyes that he had no idea what was going on, and she loved his cute, confused state. “Ugh, alright.” He pushed the door open. “Just don’t tell my boss that I was jerking off. We have a strict no fucking to the patron’s policy.” He sighed. “No matter how hot people in here are. We can’t. . .” He walked away. “Ugh, I need a drink.”

Ashely giggled. “Life is so fun. Anyways, where were we?” They walked inside, Ashely closing the door behind them. “Oh yes. I think we were here. Getting to know each other, right?” She squeezed the young lady’s breasts before pushing her against the nearby wall. “So, my young friend. What is your name?”

The young woman moaned. “Ohh fuck. You can call me. . . ohhhhh god!” She licked her lips as Ashely twisted her nipples. “Greta! My name is Greta! Ohhh god!”

Ashely giggled. “Well, Greta, it is very nice to meet you.” Ashely reached down and squeezed Greta’s ass. “Let’s get really acquainted, shall we? I think it will help with teaching you how to. . .” She licked Greta’s neck. “How to be such a good lady.”

“But I am good.”

Ashely slapped Greta’s ass. “Oh, you are? Not until I am through with you.” She pulled Greta close, causing Greta’s massive breasts to squeeze against her body. “I need to teach you just how to act. I need. . . ohhh.” Ashely moaned as she felt Greta slip her clothing off her body. “I. . . ohhh. . .” Once undressed, her naked body rubbed against the bratty lady. Ashely cried out as her nipples pressed against Greta’s, sending shock waves throughout her body. “Ohh fuck.” She pressed her fingers into Greta’s ass. “Yes.”

Her right hand traveled up Geta’s back, reaching around to caress Greta’s breasts. Then, her fingers wrapped around Greta’s right nipple as Ashely brought herself in for a sweat-soaked kiss. Their tongues swam in each other’s mouths before intertwining, their legs curled together as their breasts bounced against one another. It was pure bliss.

After which, Ashely pulled away, a look of pure happiness on her face. “That was wonderful.” She stood up, her birthday suit shimmering in the dim light. “Thank you for making this night magical.”

“But. . .” Greta stumbled forward, almost falling over from the weight of her breasts. “It can’t end here.  We were just getting to know each other.”

Ashely picked up her dress. “I am sorry, my dear.” She turned her head. “But we had our fun. In the morning, you will wake, your body the way it was before we met. I do wish you the best.” Ashely winked. “Good luck.” She walked out of the room.

Greta reached out and cried. “Wait, no! You can’t leave like this! I can’t go back. Mistress don’t leave me! No! Noooooo!”