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Rachel tugged at her wrist behind her back. “I have never been to one of these things, Jane. Are you sure they are fun?”

“You have never been to a party?”

Rachel blushed. “No. Of course, I have been to a party before.” She slid her tan hands into her jean pocket, her nails scratching at the holes in the fabric. “I mean the adult parties you are always going to. Where people drink and. . .”

Jane laughed as they turned the corner in the apartment complex. “Oh, you sweet summer child.” She slid her arm around Rachel. “You are nervous you might meet someone and have a good time tonight. Is that it?”

“I ugh. . .”

“Well, trust me. Someone like you will meet the love of your life.” Jane giggled. “It is almost guaranteed.”

“What?”

Jane tapped on the small vial in her pocket. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just focus on having a good time and mingling. You will do fine. Just fine.” She closed her hazel eyes and smiled. As Jane opened her eyes once more, loud thumping music filled the air, and pounding neon lights shot out of a doorway at the far end of the corridor. “Ahh, there we are.” Jane smiled. “Room fifty-one. Here we are.”

Rachel gulped as she watched Jane vanish into the pulsating lights. “Ok, you can do this. Ahhhhuh.” Blinking her blue eyes, she delved into the unknown.

Loud music greeted her on the other side, along with dozens upon dozens of other people dancing. Before Rachel could get her barring’s, a young man with short sandy hair took her by the hands and swept her onto the dance floor. “Oh my.”

“Hey there.” She smiled. “Haven’t seen you yet. Did you just arrive?”

She blushed as she looked into his dark face. “Umm, yes. I think. . .”

“The names Bruce. And if you don’t mind, I like to cut right to the chase.” He smiled. “Can you play pool?”

Rachel blinked. “Ya, I guess.”

“Perfect. We are hosting a bit of a tourney tonight here for cash and. . .” He laughed. “I am pulling your leg. You should see the look on your face.” He slammed his hand on her shoulder. “I just wanted to say you were cute without sounding like a jerk ok.”

“Oh. I well. . .”

“Hey, Bruce.” Another guy who seemed to have misplaced his shirt walked up to them.

“You are needed in the other room.” He looked over at Rachel. “Sup.” She smiled and waved.

Bruce rolled his eyes and moaned. “What did they do this time?”

“How does throwing a dart into the television sound.”

“What the fuck?” He smiled at Rachel. “I will be right back. Don’t you go anywhere.” Bruce rushed off with the shirtless man into the crowd of sweaty people.

As Rachel sighed to herself, Jane moved over to the punch bowl. “Well, it’s time to spice this party up.” She pulled out the small vial from her pocket. “I need to make sure Rachel finds someone one way or another.” She poured the strange contents of the vial into the punch. “Tonight, is going to be a night to remember.” She giggled.

As Rachel walked over, Jane threw the strange vial behind the snack counter. “So, are you enjoying yourself? I did see you talking to a strapping and cute man already.”

Rachel shrugged. “I don’t know. He seemed interested, but other things had his attention. Though my guess is he is hitting on any young woman who comes through those doors.” She sighed and sat down. “I don’t know. I don’t think I am going to meet anyone here. I feel like I’m just going to be lost in the crowd.”

“Oh, hush. You are not going to be lost in the crowd.” Jane poured out a cup of punch for Rachel. “Now have some of this and try and relax. We came here to have fun.”

“You are not trying to get me drunk, are you?”

Jane held her hand over her chest. “I swear I would never do that. On my mother’s grave.”

“But your mother is as healthy as a horse.”

Jane forced the cup into Rachel’s hand. “Just try it, ok. You need to relax and unwind a bit. We came here for fun, not second-guessing ourselves. It’s a party, after all.” Jane stood up. “Now enjoy yourself.”

Rachel sighed. “I guess you are right.” She took a sip of the punch. “Besides, we have been working all week.” She drank the rest of the glass. “Thank you. I do feel a bit better now.”

“See. Now go out there and enjoy yourself.”

“I will.” Rachel jumped to her feet. “I’m going out there and showing these people why I deserve to be here.” She rushed onto the dance floor.

Jane smiled and crossed her arms. “Well, Rachel, my friend, I hope you do enjoy yourself as things are about to get interesting.” Her eyes turned as a young lady approached the punch bowl. “Keep moving if you know what’s good for you.” The blonde woman sneered before walking down the table. “Ya, that’s right. Keep moving, goldie lox. Hughh.”

Jane smiled. “Don’t need another person drinking my special punch now.”

Rachel smiled as she walked back onto the dance floor. “Ok, I’m here and ready to party.” Everyone looked at her for a moment before returning to dancing. “Umm, ok.”

She shrugged and started to dance. “Maybe that was a bit too much.” Gurrglgle.  Rachel blinked her eyes as a strange warmth spread throughout her body. “Whoh. That is strange.” As she shook her head, her nipples began to tingle. “Maybe I should. . .”

“Hello again.” Bruce waved as he walked up to her. “You are looking almost better than I remember.”

Rachel giggled. “Didn’t we just meet like five minutes ago?”

“Well ya. . .” He scratched at the back of his head. “But you know. Hey, do you want to get a drink?”

“What? No. I want to get the lady a drink.” A tall, sunburnt man walked up. “Get lost, Bruce.”

Rachel blinked her eyes. “What is going on? I have never had people fight over me like this before.”

Bruce pushed the other man back. “You get lost, Randy. I want to talk to the lady with the gigantic melons. So why don’t you. . .”

“Gigantic melons?” Rachel shook her head. “I think you have me mistaken for someone else. My breasts are perfectly. . .” She moaned as her nipples scratched against her bra. “Perfectly. . . Ughhh.” She took a deep breath. “God, my boobs are killing me.” She looked down and noticed her breasts had swollen over twice their usual size. “What in the world?” She stumbled backward. “How did this fucking happen?” She shivered as the strange warmth that permeated her chest spread throughout her body. “Ohhhhh.”

Suddenly it wasn’t just her boobs that were growing. Bit by bit Rachel’s entire body swelled, her clothing becoming tighter and tighter by the second. “Ohhh god.” She fell onto the dance floor, sweat dripping down her chest, her nipples hardening. “I feel so. . . good?”

Bruce gulped. “Whoh.” The others in the room turned to look at Rachel. “You are really looking. . .”

Randy brushed his wavey dark hair back. “You look quite fine, milady. Did anyone tell you that you look cuter the bigger you get?” Rachel blushed. “Now, what do you say that you grow as big as you can for me?”

Bruce narrowed his eyes. “For you?”

Randy crossed his arms. “Ya, you got a problem with it?”

Rachel’s shirt ripped in half, exposing her bra and sweat-soaked chest. “Now, boys.”

She giggled as her head neared the ceiling. “I can’t believe they are small enough to call boys.” She held her hand over her mouth. “Now, then, there isn’t any reason to fight. At the rate I’m growing, there will be more than enough of me to go around.” She moaned. “Ohhhhh.”

They both looked up at her and said at once, “But—

Rachel smiled as her pants came undone. “Oh, come now.” She ran her right along Bruce’s chest and her left along Randy’s. “I want to play with both of you.” As her butt pressed against the far wall, her jeans ripped apart, revealing her panties. “So come now.” She gently wrapped her hands around them. “Let’s have some fun.”

Bruce laughed. “Well, there will be enough of her to go around.”

Rachel nodded her head. “Exactly.” She slid him in between her boobs. “Now, you stay there while I attend to your friend.” She started to undress him like a doll. “Ohh, your clothing is just so restrictive.”

Randy giggled. “Hey, that tickles.” She slid his slacks off. “But keep going. Please.”

She blushed when she could see his hard dick. “This is so... Oh god.”

Rachel moaned as she felt a hot and stiff jab in between her boobs. “Oh, come now, Randy.” Bruce wiggled and threw off his shirt. “You don’t get to have all the fun.” He pressed his burning hot dick against her skin. “So, calm down there.”

“Ohhhhhhhh.” Rachel slid onto her back, knocking stray onlookers aside as she moved Randy toward her groin. “You really know how to. . .” Her eyes widened when she slipped her other tiny lover into her pussy. “Ohh fuck!” She pulled the rug out of the carpet. “Ohh, baby. Give me more. MORE!”

***

Jane clenched her hands into fists as she watched the scene play out from the other room. “Damnit, Rachel, I said I wanted you to meet people, not have a fucking oregie.”

She looked back at the bowl of punch with the growth formula she had added. “Well, two can play at this game.” She picked up the bowl. “And I intend to win it if you are going to act this way.”