Nightclub - Addictive Tastes

“So, when did you want to leave for the club?” Shaun said, swirling the last of his lukewarm beer around the bottle. Alex stood up from his kitchen table, grabbing another two bottles from the fridge, ready to be emptied and added to the growing collection on the side.

“I think we can stay here a while longer and pre-drink”, Alex said, popping off the caps quickly and handing one of the beers to his friend. Shaun began drinking it greedily. Both knew that neither drink tasted good, but they weren’t drinking the cheap beers for their flavour. “I can’t believe you used to be so opposed to pre-drinking”, Alex mused.

“That was before I started coming out with you”, Shaun said, smirking. “And before I realised how expensive it is to buy drinks in clubs.”

“Too right”, Alex agreed, taking a large mouthful. “You know, women never have that issue”.

“What do you mean?”

“Drinks are never too expensive for women in clubs. You know why?” Alex asked, knowing that Shaun would humour him. “Because idiot guys like us buy them drinks!”

“That’s not their fault, though. You only buy drinks because you think it’ll make the girls sleep with you. When has that ever worked?” Shaun teased, poking at his friend’s well-established dry spell.

“I guess you’re right”, Alex said, quickly finishing the last of his drink. Shaun looked to his own bottle, still half full. He had forgotten about Alex’s voracious appetite for alcohol.

“I think I’ve got some more beer in the fridge”, Alex said, nodding to it in the corner of the kitchen. “Could you grab me a bottle? We can head out after.” Shaun stood up, drinking another few mouthfuls of his beer as he went to the fridge. Inside was the sight he expected of his friend’s fridge: leftovers, pizzas, half of a lettuce slowly turning brown, but not the beer that Alex had said. Shaun noticed a different, larger bottle set into the door of the fridge. He picked it up, feeling the chill of the glass.

“No beer, but you’ve got some kind of wine”, he said, raising up the bottle for Alex to see. It looked like a white wine, the almost clear, yellowish fluid sloshing around the bottle as the man lifted it.

“I don’t drink wine”, Alex said, confused. “Maybe someone left it here?”

“Do you want to drink it?” Shaun said, rotating the bottle in his grip. He tried to read the label, but it was written in an elegant flowing script that was impossible for him to understand. He had expected writing in French or Italian, but the letters didn’t even seem to be English.

“Why not? Not like we’ve got anything else”, Alex said, rising. He reached deep into one of the kitchen cupboards, grabbing a pair of wine glasses and setting them on the table. “I don’t think these have ever been used”, he said as Shaun poured, filling the glasses up close to the brim. He knew that he should have been more conservative with wine, but the drink wasn’t something they were going to savour. It was a simple method of loosening themselves up so that they could muster the courage to speak to people once they were at the club.

“Cheers!” Shaun said, clinking his glass with his friend’s. Both men took a deep mouthful, their brows furrowing as a wave of flavours washed over their tongues. The drink was expectedly fruity, but there was something else lurking in the wine that they were struggling to process. At once, both men felt the buzz of alcohol hit them, the many beers from earlier now finally having an effect when combined with the strange wine. Shaun tried to steady himself on the tabletop, taking a deep breath.

“I think we better call that taxi”, he said, slowly standing up and grabbing his phone. “You know, before we’re too drunk to be let in!” Alex nodded in agreement, his head slow. He put the wine glass to his lips once more, taking another deep gulp. Shaun went to the living room, swiftly working through the apps on his phone. Soon, a taxi was ordered, and he walked back into the kitchen determined.

“Okay, we’ve got 20 minutes! Better finish up”, he said, noticing Alex staring at him from the table, his eyes slowly blinking. Next to him was his wine glass, empty, and a sizeable quantity of the bottle now missing. “I was only out of the room for a second – how many glasses have you had?” he said, sitting back down to sip at his own drink.

“A few”, Alex said, burping loudly before bursting into laughter with his friend.

“Looks like I’ve got some catching up to do!” Shaun said, topping up his glass with the strange tasting drink.

As the men drank, their bodies began to change. Slowly, their body hair began to soften, before fading away all together. Across their legs, chests, and arms, the rough hair that had once covered them was gone. Across their genitals, their pubic hair began to fade away, save for a small, well-groomed patch at the base of each man’s shaft. The few blemishes and scars on their skin vanished, their flesh now soft, sensitive, and moisturised.

“This wine tastes better the more I drink”, Shaun murmured, taking another swig from his glass.

“I’ll drink to that!” Alex said with a chuckle. As the men clinked their glasses together once more, their hair began to grow rapidly from their heads. The drink was fully taking hold, a drunken fuzziness overwhelming them so that neither noticed the changes. Long, straight strands burst from each of their heads, tumbling down over their shoulders. Blonde streaks grew up from the tips of Alex’s new hair, a subtle red tint growing across Shaun’s. With another sip of wine, a bright lustre spread across their new strands of healthy, vibrant hair. Unthinkingly, the men tossed it behind them as they drank and chatted.

“So, what do you want to do at the club?” Shaun asked, feeling his words slurring as they left his mouth.

“Dance, obviously! What other reason do we go clubbing?” Alex said with an uncharacteristic giggle. Shaun tried to think through the brain fog, back to their many times at a club together. He remembered them trying their best on the dance floor, but he had always felt clumsy and awkward. Neither had particularly enjoyed it. Perhaps it was just the alcohol taking hold, but now Shaun was feeling far more confident. He could imagine his body moving and pulsing in time with the music, pressed up close to a throng of his fellow music lovers, all losing themselves to the beat. The idea of it was intoxicating, almost more so than the drink that they enthusiastically sipped.  The changes continued. The muscles that the men had tried and failed to develop through arduous sessions in the gym were fading, leaving both men substantially weaker and frailer than before. Both men were now slim, their bodies thin and dainty.

As their glasses ran dry once more, the conversation dried up in turn. Both were trying to focus, but the bottle on the table was growing blurrier each moment. Neither man wanted to stop drinking, both worried about being mocked playfully by their friend. Alex tapped his fingertips against the edge of his glass. The dull sound soon became crisper until it was a metallic ringing, each tap flowing into the next.

“What’s that sound?” Shaun said.

“Oh, just my nails”, Alex said, holding out his hand to his friend. Shaun looked at them closely. Instead of the short, bitten nails that he had expected, Alex’s nails were manicured and covered by a shining black gloss. “Do you like them?” he asked, smiling.

“I guess. I never expected you to have your nails like that”, Shaun responded. His mind felt heavy. He tried to remember what Alex’s nails usually looked like, but all he could picture was Alex’s black nails, rhythmically tapping against the glass.

“I might go for another look next time. I love yours, by the way!” Alex said, prompting Shaun to look down at his own fingertips.

“Thanks”, he mumbled as he noticed his own nails were now longer, square filed with French tips. He stared at them for a while longer, trying to remember when he had ever had his nails in such a way. With the alcohol in his system, he put the thought aside. Some things were too minor to worry about.

Underneath Alex’s trousers, his underwear was beginning to change. The tight black boxers that he had hoped would be pulled off in a fit of passion by the night’s end were growing thinner, sliding up his rear until they were a delicate pair of panties. Underneath Shaun’s jeans, his grew thinner still. They shifted colour into a bright, eye-catching red. Over his groin, a thin layer of fabric covered Shaun’s diminished manhood. Sliding up along his behind, his underwear had transformed into a teasing thong, his buttocks completely exposed. Both men adjusted in their seats, growing quickly accustomed to the new sensations of the underwear.

On Shaun’s chest, fabric was beginning to build. A bright red bra was forming over his shoulders, matching his new thong in both brightness and allure. Before long, the man had a pair of loose cups hanging from his chest, covered in lace and silky ribbons. He brushed at his hair with his long nails, instinctively adjusting his bra strap as he rolled his shoulder.

Their smart shoes began to shift, the fabric of their socks unravelling and disappearing. The collar of their shoes slipped lower, just covering their heel, while the tongue vanished entirely. Instead of the cheap leather they had once been made out of, the material shifted to a glossy black plastic. The toes became pointed, and a heel slowly sprung out, elevating each man’s heel by several inches. Shaun looked down at his new shoes beneath the table, somehow feeling like he had been wearing them for years. Even without standing, he felt as though he would be able to walk in them with style, quietly excited for the perkiness the shoes would add to his behind on the dancefloor.

The shirts and trousers of each man began to stitch together at the waist. The colour spread slowly – Alex’s purple shirt spreading down to his lower body, and the bright red of Shaun’s vest becoming vibrant across his new clothes. As the clothing merged together, the legs of their trousers connected, their long, exposed legs now touching. Slowly, the hem began to creep upwards, clinging tight up over their knees until it finished on their upper thighs. Almost the entirety of their legs were exposed, and Shaun was glad that the alcohol was helping him forget the chill. The material shifted from tough denim and thick cotton to a thin, stretchy fabric, pressed tight against their slim bodies. Their close collars began to peel back, exposing their collarbones. The dresses quickly grew a plunging neckline, the edge of Shaun’s bra just barely visible.

“We better finish the bottle”, Alex said, pouring out half of the remainder into his glass and passing the bottle to Shaun so that he could do the same. As the men drank, fat began to bubble and build across their bodies. Though thin, their thighs grew a thick layer of fat that accentuated their curves. It slid upwards, building into their rears until each man was left with a pert, athletic behind, their dresses stretching to accommodate their new figure. Another rush of fat went to their chest. Their nipples grew solid.

“You really need to put the heating on sometimes, you know?” Shaun said, pulling his dress tighter on his shoulder. The thin fabric was useless in the cold, made purely for form rather than function. Fat swirled around their nipples, softening and growing the tissue there until both men were left with small, perky breasts. Shaun’s bra was comfortably filled, and Alex’s low neckline seeming all the more enticing now that the edges of his bare breasts were exposed. Their dresses clung on tight, barely covering their new bodies and leaving little to the imagination.

The cheap string necklace that Shaun had bought in a weak attempt at accessorising grew heavier. Soon, it had several knots in, which gradually hardened, shifting into bright white beads. It grew tighter, framing his thin, feminine neck.

The men took another swig from their glasses, trying to savour the last few mouthfuls. As they swallowed, their faces softened. Their jawlines grew more pointed, losing the squareness of masculinity. Their noses grew thinner and more elegant, their eyebrows becoming plucked and groomed in an instant. A heavy face of makeup grew on them: bright lipstick and dark eyeshadow – the perfect way to get noticed on a night out. There was nothing left of their male selves, save for their small manhoods, tucked away beneath their underwear.

Shaun’s phone buzzed, his driver telling him he was outside.

“Time to go! Our ride’s here”, he said, standing up. For a moment, he was unsteady on his heels. He looked down, questioning what he was wearing for a moment, then the thought passed.

“Hang on! Let’s take a quick selfie! I don’t want us to forget how good we look tonight!” Alex said, giggling. The voices of both men had grown far higher, into teasing, feminine sopranos, their slurred syllables making it clear to anyone who listened just how much alcohol they had consumed. Shaun rolled his eyes. He had never known Alex to care about his appearance. Had the alcohol brought that out of him?

Shaun grabbed his own phone, posing next to his friend in the kitchen. Each flashed a brilliant smile before taking the photo, their nails clicking against the screen. Both were sure to get the last of the drink in shot before downing it, the bottle’s contents finally gone. Alex quickly moved to the mirror, making the final adjustments to his outfit. Shaun was instead staring at his phone, bewildered.

He checked his photos, and there was a new selfie on there of a young woman. He didn’t recognise her, but the background of the picture was exactly where he was standing. He checked through his settings, trying to discover if he had left some kind of filter on by accident.

“Come on! Let’s get to the club!” Alex said, practically buzzing with excitement as he moved to the door. Shaun looked down at his body, seeing his hair tumble down in front of him, his cleavage peeking out of his dress. His body felt strange, as if it wasn’t his own. Yet, as he breathed, he could see his chest rising and falling and taste the lipstick on his lips. If this wasn’t his body, then whose was it?

“Hello? Are you there?” Alex said, jokingly.

“Sorry!” Shaun said, quickly snapping out of it. “I think I’ve had too much to drink. I’m not thinking straight.” Alex took his hand.

“You know the cure for that? Sweating it out on the dance floor! Come on!” he said, leading his friend quickly outside and into the waiting cab, their heels clicking through the street.

The two huddled together outside the club as the queue slowly shuffled forward. Usually, Shaun would have balked at being so physically close to his friend, but it felt like a new normal for them both. They could hear the bass of the club pounding through the walls.

“Shit – I’ve left my wallet at home”, Alex said. Instinctively, Shaun reached down to his pockets, only to find his hands brushing against the side of his dress.

“Me too. Maybe we shouldn’t have had that wine?”

“Do you think they’ll let us in? The bouncers here can be awful”, Alex said, peering around the several other clubgoers ahead of them to see the stony-faced bouncer, barely listening to the pleas of someone whose friend was supposedly inside.

“I’ll guess we’ll see”, Shaun said as they moved forward towards the front of the queue. The bouncer didn’t even give them a second look, smiling warmly as he opened the door beside him, the music becoming momentarily deafening.

“Have a good night, ladies!” he said, turning to the next person in the line as Alex and Shaun filed past.

“What did he call us?” Shaun said.

“He said ‘Have a good night, laddies’, I think”, Alex said. “I couldn’t understand his accent.”

Excitedly, Alex led his friend further into the club. Soon, the corridor opened up into a wide hall, where flashes of lights were illuminating the mass of bodies that were grinding and dancing on the floor. Shaun knew that he needed to stop and work out what was going on, but the pounding music was enticing. He promised himself that he would only dance for a little while, before taking a break to discover why everything felt strange – even if Alex didn’t seem to notice. The two headed into the crowd and lost themselves.

Alex’s hand soon was separated from Shaun’s own, but oddly he didn’t mind. On the dancefloor he felt that he could finally let himself go, rather than being roped into whatever drunken antics that Alex would get up to. The anxiety about his body feeling strange diminished as he began to move, uncaring what anyone thought of him. He moved skilfully in his heels, his whole body tingling with each beat of the song. Shaun could tell that people were watching him as he moved, but instead of feeling embarrassed, it excited him. He locked eyes with a man staring at him, barely dancing. Something overcame Shaun and he found himself winking at the man, who quickly averted his eyes and vanished amongst the throng. Alex’s hand soon reached out and grabbed him, his friend yelling in his ear over the music.

“Let’s do shots at the bar!” he said, grinning as he pulled Shaun along through the crowd. A part of Shaun wanted to stop and work out what was going on, but he tried to reason with himself as he reached the bar. One shot wouldn’t hurt, would it? He would have a quick drink then try and get to the bottom of the strange feeling that still lingered.

“Who’s your friend, Lex?” said a tall man who leant up against the bar. Next to him was another man, slightly shorter and broader, smiling at Shaun as he approached.

“This is Shaun!” Alex said, the group straining their voices over the music.

“Good to meet you, Sian!” the man said, politely nodding at him. “I’m Darren, this is Chris”, he said, gesturing to the man beside him who waved at Shaun. Strangely, Shaun felt a nervousness in his stomach when he looked at Chris, his smile feeling as though it was tickling at his insides. Shaun looked away, nervous.

“These guys have bought us drinks!” Alex said, grabbing a shot and handing it out to each of them. Shaun could barely believe it – it seemed only moments before that they had been complaining that only women were bought drinks at bars.

“Only if you promise to dance with us”, Darren said, teasingly.

“Of course!” Alex said, clinking their tiny glasses together. Shaun found himself doing the same. Chris towered over him, and the nervousness only grew. They threw back the shots, the acidic taste burning their throats as they swallowed. Chris extended a hand to Shaun, and he quickly took it, his own hand feeling dwarfed by Chris’. He had already danced this evening – another dance wouldn’t do any harm. The group headed back onto the dancefloor.

Before long, Chris had gone from holding Shaun’s hands to placing his hands at his hips. Shaun knew something was wrong, that he wasn’t interested in guys, but something in Chris was making him reconsider. He moved skilfully, dancing evocatively to the tunes that were blaring out of the speakers surrounding them. Alex had vanished with Darren, and Chris and Shaun were alone, albeit surrounded by other strangers. Shaun spun round, facing his back to Chris. His scent cut through the sweat of the dancefloor, and Shaun realised that he wanted more. He leaned back against him, swaying his hips sensually in time with the music. Chris did what Shaun hadn’t realised he wanted. His strong arms brought him closer, sliding down from his shoulders once more and firmly holding his waist. Shaun knew that his rear was pressed up against the man’s crotch, but he didn’t find it revolting as he expected – quite the opposite. He leaned back, squeezing his pert behind against Chris. Even with the alcohol and the hundred other sensations overwhelming him, Shaun could feel Chris’ manhood grow hard. The taller man began to rub against him, his cock hard against the fabric of Shaun’s dress. He realised he wanted more, his arousal increasing. His own member, tiny within his panties, began to shrink, twitching in pleasure. One of Chris’ hands moved higher, gently squeezing at Shaun’s sensitive breast. He moaned softly; his pleasured sighs lost amongst the music. His manhood pulsated as it shifted. Soon, it had receded entirely into his body, along with his testes. A vagina formed, already wet in anticipation. Shaun’s body was gone.

Chris spun the woman round so that they were facing each other. She looked up at him, trying to read his lips.

“Sian, can I kiss you?” he asked. For Sian, she already knew the answer, her red lips parting as she pushed them against Chris’. His tongue brushed against hers, teasing and sucking on each other. For a moment, the dancefloor faded away. All Sian could focus on was the kiss, the feeling of Chris’ body pressed up tight against her own. The strange feeling was still there, but it was slowly being overcome with another feeling: Sian wanted more.

She pulled back, tilting her head up to yell into Chris’ ear.

“Shall we go back to yours?” Sian said. Chris chuckled softly.

“I didn’t expect you to be so forward, Sian”, he said smugly. Sian swiftly turned as red as her dress. “I’m just joking”, Chris said, brushing back a strand of her hair that had tumbled in front of her face. “Let’s get a cab. Or do you want to stay with your friend?”

Sian looked and could see Darren and Lexy in one of the booths at the edge of the dancefloor. Darren’s lips were kissing her neck, his hand slowly wandering up along Lexy’s thigh. A part of her wanted that sensation, even as she grappled with the strange feelings in her strange body. Chris seemed a decent guy – she told herself that she’d just see his place then come back to the club and help Lexy work out what was going on.

“I think she’ll be fine”, Sian said, smiling. “Come on, let’s go!” she said, leading Chris out of the club and over to the taxi rank.

They spoke little on the ride over. Chris’ hand went over her shoulder, the weight reassuring her. Sian kept stealing glances at Chris’s crotch. She was constantly telling herself that she wasn’t interested in him, and that she only wanted to go back to his so that they could have a conversation without shouting. Even as she thought it, she knew she was lying.

Chris’ home was far more lavish than she had expected. It was an old townhouse near the centre, but clearly owned by someone with modern sensibilities. The journey was over soon, and Chris paid the fare. Sian made her way up the driveway behind him, following him inside.

“Can I get you a drink or something?” Chris said as he led her through to a large kitchen, a huge marble island in the middle of it. Sian was at a loss for words. Even though she refused to admit it, she knew that both of them were just making small talk. Both herself and Chris had only one thing on their minds. She caught sight of herself in the reflection of the window. The woman looking back at her looked confident, completely in her element as Chris stared at her behind. Sian turned round to him, embracing him once more. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him deeply. The wine from earlier was delicious, but Chris was a far more addictive taste. Sian’s hands began to travel downwards, pressing against his firm chest. She put aside all thoughts of working out what was going on, why her body felt strange – she was lost in the moment. As they kissed, her small hand went to his crotch, rubbing his bulge through his jeans. Sian only broke from the kiss when a smile crept to her lips. Chris’ voice came in her ear, soft but husky.

“Do you like what you can feel down there?” he said. Sian knew she didn’t even need to respond for Chris to understand her. She was feeling wetter and wetter, her knees trembling with excitement. Tenderly, she kissed Chris on the neck, before slowly sinking down to her knees. They felt cold against the kitchen floor, but she didn’t care. She fiddled with the zipper of his jeans and Chris pulled out his cock.

It hovered merely inches from her lips, her makeup smudged by Chris’ passionate kisses. She could smell the rich sweat of his crotch, the pure masculine odour irresistible to her. Sian knew she had never sucked a cock before, but she needed to know what it felt like. Already, she could see a sheen of precum on the head of penis. Sian’s lips parted, and her small tongue took a long, slow lick. The thought grew more pressing: more. Hearing Chris’ moans above her encouraged her, and Sian wrapped her hands around his shaft, beginning to pump it as she slipped more and more of her mouth over Chris’ cock. She swirled her tongue around his, sucking and squeezing at his manhood, her long nails clicking against one another. It felt massive, filling her mouth and forcing her jaw open, but Sian loved it. She was beginning to feel Chris tense up, the pleasure building, when he suddenly pulled out, leaving her drooling beneath him, his taste lingering. He extended one hand down to her.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I think it’s your turn for some excitement”, he said, helping her up. Easily, he scooped Sian up in her arms. She felt helpless, but comfortably so, laughing. Placing her on the edge of the kitchen island, Sian hiked up her dress and spread her legs, shifting her thong to one side. She leant back as Chris leaned in close, seeming to savour the presence as much as she had his. His breath felt warm against her pussy. Slowly, he began to lap at her clit.

The thrill of drinking, the joys of dancing – all of it paled in comparison to this moment. Chris’ tongue worked back and forth across her, each gentle touch forcing a new burst of pleasure to bloom in her. Each time Sian thought it had peaked, it grew steadily higher. She looked down, seeing Chris’ face squeezed tight between her thighs as he pleasured her, his licks growing in both tempo and pressure. She leant back, ecstatic, hearing her heels clattering to the floor as her legs shook. The pleasure built higher, until Sian felt as though she had reached a precipice. She just needed Chris to push her over the edge.

“Do it”, she whispered between breaths.

Sian felt as though electricity was coursing through her, contracting each of her muscles in turn. From her sex, it shot out through her limbs, her fingertips and toes curling in bliss. She moaned, her voice echoing through the empty house as the orgasm passed. Slowly, she opened her eyes, Chris’s smug face leaning up against the kitchen counter opposite her.

“What now?” he said, already knowing the answer. Sian moved herself closer to the edge of the counter.

“Fuck me, Chris”, Sian demanded. Chris, his manhood still erect from Sian’s earlier touch, gradually pushed aside the folds of her vagina that Chris had been exploring. Sian hadn’t realised it until now, but there was a great emptiness in her, an emptiness that Chris was able to physically fill. Soon, he was in, thrusting deep inside of her. With each thrust, she moaned, Chris’ own rhythmic groans matching hers in time. She wrapped her hands around his back, squeezing him deeper and deeper inside her. Sian caught sight of her reflection once more, Chris’ toned body pounding her on the kitchen counter, her face frozen in pleasure. The woman in the reflection looked delighted, and Sian knew it was truly her. She could feel Chris tensing up, a soft sigh escaping from his lips. Inside of her, she felt his cock tense, then burst, spraying hot sticky seed deep within her. The two lovers breathed together as he pulled out. A smile crept back to Sian’s lips.

“What now?” she said.

The next morning, Sian awoke before Chris. He had been spooning her closely, wrapping his large body around her own. She felt safe and protected, snuggled under the covers. Eventually, she moved, Chris laying down on his back. Sian was tracing small circles in Chris’ chest hair when his eyes flickered open.

“I really enjoyed last night”, Sian said, kissing him on the cheek.

“Me too”, Chris murmured, still waking up. “Do you want to make this a more regular thing?”

“Definitely”, Sian said quickly. Chris furrowed his brows at her for a moment, noticing a change of expression on her face.

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve forgotten something”, he said, concerned.

Sian bit her lip, trying to think. There was a nagging sense that something was wrong, but she couldn’t place it. The feeling from the night before was gone. Then, she remembered.

“God! I’ve not asked how Lexy got on with Darren!” she said with a giggle, grabbing her phone and writing a quick text to check on her friend.

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