You sigh and look down at the skimpy lingerie that’s barely containing your enhanced body. “Guess I have to see them sometime,” you say. “Let me put on some real clothes first.” You kick the clear platform shoes off your feet and start to look around for the duffel bag you brought, but then realize that your feet are starting to feel weird -- it’s an uncomfortable burning and cramping sensation.
You look down at your feet, but they look perfectly normal. You look into Jennifer’s overly made-up face. Your feet are becoming even more uncomfortable, almost painful.
“Oh, you should put your shoes back on!” exclaims Jennifer.
You do and immediately feel relief. Jennifer explains, “Yeah, I think it was Gretchen who wished our feet would always be comfy in high heels. But now they’re not comfy when they’re barefoot, or in flats. Oh, well.”
“Oh, my God,” you groan, contemplating the concept of wearing sexy shoes 24/7. Then you realize, “My bag is upstairs, isn’t it?”
“I guess,” says Jennifer, “but what you’re wearing now is totally fine!”
You grimace, but finally get up off the bed. You take a tentative step and discover that, although you’ve never worn shoes this high before, you seem to be perfectly fine in them.
The space you’re in, you realize, appears to be a tastefully decorated basement apartment, perhaps intended as a guest room of some sort. You walk up the stairs, cringing a bit at the loud taps of the heels. Jennifer is right behind you.
You come out in a gigantic kitchen, equipped with what look like professional appliances. You follow the sounds of moaning and gasping, though, your heels tapping on the kitchen’s tile floor.
The others are in the gigantic living room, sprawled across various pieces of furniture, and it’s just about what you thought. They all look like porn stars -- the girls similar to you and Jennifer, with giant tits, curvy-yet-thin bodies, beautiful faces slathered with makeup. The guys all have handsome faces and well-muscled, tan bodies. Despite the changes, you do still recognize them: that’s Melissa kneeling on the floor with Ryan’s cock in her mouth. Bethany’s rear end is hanging halfway off a couch as she takes it doggie-style from Scott. Charlotte is sitting on Paul’s face as he licks her hairless pussy vigorously; at the same time, the party host Gretchen is herself giving him a vigorous hand job. And in one corner, atop a recliner that has tipped over, Lucy’s heeled feet are way in the air as David is enthusiastically pumping into her.
You’re witnessing your friends in an orgy that’s the product of their teenage-hormone-fueled fantasies -- it’s all at once weird and arousing.
“Here’s Alexa, finally!” proclaims Jennifer from behind you.
“Alex-a-a-a-a!” yells David, both saying your name and, obviously, having an orgasm. Having one of her own, Lucy just screams.
“You look totally hot, Alexa,” says Bethany, brushing her blonde bangs out of her eyes as she pistons back and forth.
Behind her, Scott says, “Yeah, good enough to fuck once I’m done with Beth.” He grins.
A small part of you feels like you should be running for the hills, but most of you is finding yourself growing even more aroused at the thought of being in Bethany’s place, with a throbbing cock being thrust into you --
“But I’m ready now,” says David. Lucy’s off him, standing with a mixture of semen and her own juices dribbling down her thighs, several rings through her clit and labia all glinting through their coat of sticky fluid. David’s dick is standing at attention even though he just came -- of course the guys wished for instant recovery, you realize -- and it’s absolutely beautiful. You’d always thought penises looked a little weird, but the one attached to this gorgeous specimen of manhood is making you think again. It’s so big that you’re having trouble imagining it fitting inside you, but you decide there was probably a wish made about that, so you shouldn’t worry, and anyway, you’re not having any trouble getting it into your mouth as you use your pierced tongue to --
You’re kneeling in front of David giving him a blowjob. You must have been hypnotized somehow looking at his cock -- another wish. Yet you don’t stop, as you can taste some residual deliciousness on him, and you hear him making satisfied noises that are making you want to --
He comes. It’s more than a spoonful, more like a shot glass worth, or even a double shot, exploding into your mouth and coating the inner surfaces with this wonderful flavor.
And then you come. It’s the most wonderful thing you’ve ever felt, from the top of your head to your high-heel-clad feet. You try to swallow and sob with joy at the same time, but some of David’s spunk dribbles down onto your chin; you wipe it off with one hand, licking your fingers to try to get it all across your taste buds and down your throat.
On the floor locked in an embrace with Lucy, Jennifer says, “I think she’s happy I woke her up.”
“She missed so much,” says Lucy. She looks up at David. “Remind me to thank you again for that ‘simultaneous orgasms’ wish.”
“Uh, I think you’ve done enough,” says David.
He’s erect yet again, and now you really want to feel him inside you -- you can feel that you’re very well lubricated. But first...
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