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Pixie Party Night!

Gessel knocked on the door. “Heather. Hey Heather.” The door slowly opened, and a red-haired woman stood at the door. “I am here.” Gessel held up a six-pack. “And I brought some drinks.”

Heather giggled. “Well, come on in.” She stepped to the side. “It’s good to have you.” She patted Gessel on the back. “So, how are your studies?”

“Going well. There is an exam coming up, but I should pass.” She set the six-pack down on the table next to the other beer. “I wouldn’t be here if I was worried.”

Heather smiled. “Of course not.” She hugged Gessel. “Now let all your worries wash away. Tonight is about meeting people. Maybe you will find a hot guy or the girl of your dreams. Who knows.” She jiggled her body about. “It is spring break, and anything can happen.”

A broad-shouldered man walked up to them. “Who is your friend Heather?”

Heather smiled. “Meet Gessel. I have known her since we were kids. Real nice woman.”

The man looked at Gessel. “Must be if she brought some beer.” He picked it up. “Never heard of this brand, though. Pixie Party Punch?”

Gessel shrugged. “It was all I could find on short notice. I was trying to finish up my studies for the upcoming—”

Heather giggled as she took a sip of her drink. “My darling Gessel is the most diligent student you will find.” She pointed at the young man. “She will keep you straight, that is for sure.”

He crossed his arms. “Really? A real bookworm in the flesh?”

Gessel blushed. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“Oh, Frank, she could help anyone of one you. She is so smart.” Heather pointed around the room. “Why, my dear Gessel—”

“Heather, you are making it sound like I don’t know how to have any fun!”

Frank crossed his arms. “Well, if you want to have fun.” He tossed the Pixie Party Punch six-pack at her. “I dare you to drink one of these beer cans without stopping.”

Gessel looked at the six-pack. She had only gone drinking a few times with Heather, but she had never drunk more than a shot or two. “But I did come here to party. To get drunk.” She took a deep breath. “It is spring break, after all.”

She tore a can off of the six-pack and smirked at Frank. “I will show you I am not some bookworm. Not tonight, at least.” Gessel lifted the drink to her lips, and she began to drink it. It had a. . . strange taste. It made her body tingle in a way no other drink had; not even the other alcohol she had tried in the past did. As the others were cheering her on, she could feel a strange. . . warming sensation fill her body. Her breasts began to tingle, and her ass oddly vibrated. The drink was much better than she expected.

Before she knew it, she was done, dropping the can to the ground. “There.

Are you happy now, Frank?” She smirked at him.

He laughed. “Well, I am impressed.” He patted her on the shoulder. “Looks like the little bookworm knows how to have fun.”

Gessel smiled. “That I do.” She took a deep breath before whipping her hair about. “Now, maybe you would like to take the lucky lady for a dance?”

Frank laughed. “Wow, you really don’t drink that often. One beer, and it went right to your head.”

She grabbed his arm. “I wasn’t asking.”

“Whoh!”

She dragged him out onto the dancefloor, her body flowing with the music. She couldn’t explain it, but she seemed to glide across the room; it was almost as if she didn’t need to touch the ground. She giggled as she danced around Frank, the warm hugging sensation permeating her body. She desperately wanted another drink to make this feeling last. “Maybe if I have more. . .” She took a deep breath as she pulled Frank in close, his body pressing tightly against her chest, sending shockwaves through her body. “Oh god, his muscles are so firm. I could just eat them up.”

“You are a good dancer. If I knew that one drink could bring this out in you, I would have—”

She kissed him. “Just wait until you see what two drinks can do.”

Frank arched an eyebrow. “Huh?” He watched her dash away. “That isn’t how it works.”

Gessel wasn’t listening. She wanted this wonderful feeling to last. No, she wanted it to be doubled, tripled inside her body. Her nipples hardened at the thought.

She rippled off another Pixie Party Punch away from their buddies. “Down the hatch.”

Her body lit up the moment the blue liquid hit her tongue. It was like explosions were going off inside her body. Everything tensed up. “Ohh god, yes!” Her breasts tingled, her nipples stretching out as they became very, very sensitive. “Fuck.” Her jeans pressed tightly as if her ass was swelling, becoming a bit more curvy. She gripped it with her free hand, moaning in her mind. She could hear gasps around her, but she didn’t care. She could feel their eyes on her.

The eyes that deserved to be on her.

As she dropped the second can to the ground, she felt her boobs press tightly against her blouse. “That was. . . invigorating.”

“Gessel?” Heather laughed. “Maybe you should slow down on the Pixie beer.” She put her hand on Gessel’s shoulder.

“Why? I am having the time of my life.” She spun around, feeling her boobs bounce about inside her blouse. “Strange. They never bounced around before.” She giggled. “I like that feeling.” She jumped up and down, letting her boobs jiggle.

Heather grabbed Gessel by the shoulders. “Hey. Don’t you know what happened?”

Gessel shook her head. “No. What?”

“When you drank that beer, your breasts and ass grew!”

Gessel looked down at her chest. It was true; her normally B-Cup breasts were now E-Cups. And her ass was huge and curvy. She could even see some rips and tears in her jeans. “Whoh.” She rubbed the side of her head. “How did I. . .” She giggled. “It is an improvement, though.”

“Improvement? Gessel, what is going on? That beer is going to your head.”

Gessel giggled. “No. For the first time, I feel alive.” She spun around, letting her boobs bounce against one another. “I never have fun, Heather. Never!” She took a deep breath. “And you know what. I am going to have the best spring break of my life.” She moaned. “Ugh, my blouse is tight with my bigger babies. I didn’t notice when they were growing.”

A voice called out from the crowd. “Well, you should do something about it.”

Gessel put her hand on her curvy hip. “Oh, should I? And just what should I do?” She squeezed her ass. “Should I do this?” She began to unbutton her blouse.

“Noo!”

Gessel giggled. “No? Why not?”

Frank smirked as he walked up to her. “Because, my dear.” He put his hand on her shoulder. “You should. . .” He pulled her in close. “Outgrow it.”

Gessel took a deep breath. “Oh my. . .” Her cheeks turned bright red. “I think I can. . . but I need some. . . inspiration from a big strong man.” She ran her finger along his chest. “Show me those muscles.”

“Man, those drinks really loosen you up.” He smiled. “Well, if you insist.” He yanked off his shirt. “Here you—” His eyes widened as she squished her boobs against his chest, her hard nipples rubbing against his skin.

“Mhhmmm.” Gessel licked her lips. “I can’t wait to feel my breasts swell against your skin.” She looked around the room. “Who wants to bring me one of those lovely beers? In a shot glass, please.” She licked her lips. “I want to enjoy this!”

One of the other partygoers brought over a shot glass and filled it with the strange pixie drink. “Here you are, my lady.”

Gessel smiled at the young man. “Thank you.” She raised it as she pulled Frank closer. “Are you ready to have more of me?”