"I hate Fridays like this. Look at them."
"What's so bad?"
"A room of drunk men... real sausage fest."
The Man with the Ring looked around, and had to agree. He expected at least a few women. The guy had a point. He didn't know the bartender but the ring let him know the guy was on the level.
"They never really tip either. Just spend it on getting drunk."
"Do the women tip better?"
"At least I get to stare at the hot ones. I don't get women easily. I have to work to stay in this town and keep up classes."
"Bet you could get a chick."
"We don't all look like you, and the chicks in this town want you to spend big."
Ring man flexed, "How about a bet? I'll even turn the tables in your favor."
The guys at the end of the bar got another round, then the bartender had to ask, "What do you mean? Bet I'll get lucky? Tonight, in a room filled with men?"
The smiling hunk didn't make him feel any better. "I don't mean me or anything homosexual. And I do mean tonight. Hell, I'll be fucking women left and right tonight." He came in closer.
"Maybe you had enough?"
"You said it yourself. My looks are above average and I have a bulge the size of a small animal in my lap. I've been drinking for an hour straight, still not drunk. Now, guess how all that happened."
This one was a first. The bartender wasn't walking away, but he wasn't believing any of it, either. "You got your wishes answered?"
"Yes, how?"
"You blew a genie? Found a lamp, threw a quarter in the fountain?"
"Well, I have the power to make my fantasy real."
The bartender laughed. "You wanted to be in a bar full of guys?"
"I wanted a bar. The other part was just luck. But I can fix it. Hence the bet."
"What kinda of bet is it? What's the stakes?"
"You lose, I go, you get a boring night. You get lucky, I help you, you get to fuck tonight."
"Where are the women?"
"Here, around us. I just zap them up."
The bartender shrugged. "You make women appear?"
"No, I use what I got."
"You make the guys women?" The man nodded. "Bullshit. And why?"
"Why waste warm bodies? I'm talking full females, no consequences. Hell, they're horny too. Tomorrow, back to normal."
The bartender was thinking the crazy proposal over and had to ask, "Do they want to be women?"
"Willing for sex, but I'd doubt they'd allow the change normally. Good thing they're all drunk. Also, need some proof, other than me?"
The drunks were whining about wanting food and more drinks. Against his careful nature, the bartender came back to the hunk's proposal. "I don't know what to do with you. You're crazy or something."
With a smirk, the guy was staring intently at the bartender as he uttered, "Then you need a demonstration. How's it hanging?" The bartender's dress pants were getting tight as his dick began to grow and slide down his leg. It was obviously larger so he added, "Investigate, no one will notice."
Hands flew to his pant zipper and out popped more than what he woke up with.
"It's a footlong now. So, I take it you believe?"
The bartender was too shocked and grateful at first, then caught his breath. "How did you...?"
"Does it matter now? Bet or no bet?"
"Okay, okay, bet."
"Try not to freak out too much. Staring is okay while I adjust the bar."
With a snap, the man with the ring slowly changed the men one by one.
The nerds were first as a big pair of F cups inflated on the one nerd's chest. His dick was still around, tenting his pants, and he was enjoying it. The other two nerds had their clothes morph into Baywatch-red bathing suits and the unsightly male shapes were reformed in front of their eyes into slim athletic female forms with breasts growing to well-formed bowling-ball-sized breasts. The only erections left were their nipples. The early bloomer joined his friends, but his chest was a cup larger.
The two musclebound flaunters were next. Muscles and physiques were going female. They were still muscled but no longer body builders, with very round and large DD cups. Both were in sling-type suits and still trying to one-up each other.
Finally, the two beer guzzlers, who had spilled enough to already have wet shirts, found their chests inflating to perfectly round F cups. As they discovered their long flowing hair and new female forms, their chests were now basketball-sized. They found their large erect nipples were showing as their breasts stopped at jaw dropping four-square-ball-sizes, barely still in their shirts. No one was noticing the female change, but all were preoccupied with their tits.
The bartender felt his muscles growing, filling his shirt out, pecs popping forward, and his balls now tennis-ball-sized.
"Hope you're okay with big tits. Take your pick."
The Baywatch babes were playing with their nipples and pushing their tits together, the drinkers continued with enlarged bare breasts now resting on the bar, and the muscled girls were groping in an embrace. The bartender was fairly sure his odds on the bet were now a sure thing.
The Man with the Ring looked forward to a nightly orgy and a very twisted magic show.
Tags: expansion, breast expansion, penis enlargement, pleasure, magic, male expansion, multiple expansions, gender bender
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Story by Buckeye5 |
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Artwork by Altercomics-Eduardo Bazan |
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