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Spiked Punch rough draft
🕑 Added 2025-01-25 05:11:35 +0000 UTCSpiked Punch.
“Welcome. Welcome.” Terry smiled as Vicky walked though the door. “I am glad you could make it. From your call eaielr it sounded like you weren’t going to make it.”
“Oh that?” Vicky giggled. “I was. . . I was just held up in traffic.”
Terry closed the door behind her. “Well I am glad you are here. It wouldn’t be a real party without you. Now come. I want to show you around.”
“I am sure I can show myself around thank you.”
“Nonsense.” Terry put her hand on Vicky’s back. “What kind of hostess would I be if I didn’t give my guests the grand tour.”
Vicky snorted. “Fucking hell. I just need like one miunte alone.”
“Over here is the dance floor. I worked months on getting it ready for tonight. Say hi to Vicky everyone.”
“Hi Vicky.” Vicky’s cheeks turned bright red.
“I don’t feel this is necessary Terry. I can find my own way around.”
“And over here is the refreshement table. We have all the food you could ever want. Isn’t that right Kerry?”
Kerry looked at them with a look of surprise as she stopped stuffing her face. “Hmm?” She gulped down the bite of chicken. “Umm yes. There is more than enough food for everyone.” The young woman then proceded to stuff as much food as she could onto her plate before rushing away.
“Moving on.”
“Umm wait. Can I grab a little bite to eat before you show me the rest? Please?” Vicky fell to her knees and tried to pout like a cute kitty.
“What? I. . . fine. I guess it would be alright. You were stuck in traffic all day.”
Vicky jumped to her feet. “Thank you so much Terry. You won’t regret this.” She hurried to the far end of the table and loomed over the punch bowl. “Oh boy how you won’t regret this.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small blue vial. “It’s time to get you back for ruining my promotion. Paybacks a bitch.” She poured the contets into the bowl, turning the red punch blue. She then turned around and walked up to Terry. “You know what I think I can wait a little longer. You wanted to show me the rest of the place?”
“Oh god yes! So this is our ping pong championship. . .”
As Terry escorted Vicky away Kerry tiptoed back up to the refreshment table. “Finnaly.” She placed her plate down. “I thought they would never leave.” She grabbed a cup and began to pour herself some punch. “I don’t want them to try and give me shit for having all this wonderful food for myself. It’s mine. All mine.” She took a deep breath. “If I could just take it all home with me I could. I. . . I just wish I knew who cooked it. I. . . no that is a step to far into weird territory.
As Kerry drank the punch her eyes winded. “Wow what is in this stuff.” She shook her eyes. “It has a powerful kick for some random blueberry flavor.” She laughed as she coughed. “I swear whoever made the food I am going to have to congrulate them.” She took a deep breath and pulled at the collar of her shirt. “Is it getting hot in here?”
“Hey Kerry. Do you want to come and watch the game with us?” She spun around and tried to hide her massive plate of food as her body tensed up. “Come on. We are betting on it.”
“You know I don’t like to do that kind of crap.” She took short rapid breaths, sweat dripping down her neck and along her slender boobs. “I. . . look I will watch it but. . .”
“Hey are you okay? You seem a bit flushed.”
“It’s just hot in here. I. . . look I need to use the restroom.” Kerry rushed past him, forgetting about her massive plate of food. Locking the door behind her Kerry planted her hands on the sink. “Ugh why the hell is it so hot in here? Are they turning it into a sauna?”
She raised her head and gasped as she saw herself in the mirror. “Oh my god. My face. I am. . . fucking blue! Ughhhh.” She maoned as her bra suddenly tightend. “Fucking hell. . .” She scratched at the side of her chest, pressure increasing inside her body. “I. . . it’s getting fucking tight.” She looked down and gasped as she could see her nipples though her shirt. “Oh my fucking god.” She moaned, leaning forward as her hard, raw nipples rubbed against her clothing, causing blue stains to appear. “I. . . fucking. FUCK!”
“Is everything okay in there?”
Her cheeks turned bright blue. “Everything is fine.” She gritted her teeth as her sensitive ass became to swell, causing her jeans to press tightly against her thighs. “Fucking hell.”
“Look can you be done in the restroom soon? Other people have to use it.”
“Go find another one! This one will be occupied for a while.” Kerry scratched at her sumptuous ass, trying to relevie the growing pressure building inside of her. “I. . . have issues that are trying to. . . ughhhh. . . just. . . ughhh. . .”
“Are you sure you are okay? You sound sick.”
“I SAID I AM FINE!” Kerry panted. “Now just. . .” Her waistline throbbed as her pants struggled to contain her growing girth. “Go away!”
