Jon knew he had felt a couple more wish cast, but he had not seen them in the private rooms. Either they were somewhere else, something else, or they could have even left the party. Jon shrugged and walked back to the main room in the basement, willing himself to be noticed again. He decided to keep enjoying the party and keep an eye out for the other changes. After all, he would most likely see them eventually. "Hi, Jon," he heard a voice behind him. He spun around and saw nothing. "Down here, silly," came the voice. Jon looked down and his eyes went wide. He had definitely found another change. "Does that look mean you like my skirt?" Erin asked. She rotated showing off her long legs and round hips. And nothing else. Erin's entire upper body was gone. It was if someone he disconnected her neck and head from her shoulders, then removed the body from the wait up, then put her head back, resting it on top of her curvy hips. "You look great," he finally said. "Have you lost weight?" he asked, not able to help himself. "A little, yeah. I've been running a lot," she responded proudly. Jon's thoughts were interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. "Hey, Jon. Can I get you a drink?"
He turned around to see Renee, a girl from his history class standing behind him. He looked down and realized he had found the all of the girls who were changed so far. Renee was topless, and now sported eight boobs, each a different size. "Um, well " he sputtered. She smiled. "Right now I have: whisky, gin, vodka, Irish cream, two brands of beer, tequila, and coke," she said, pointing to each boob as she spoke. Jon stared dumbfounded. "I'll have an Irish cream," Erin piped in. "Sure," Renee responded with a smile. She took a red party cup from a plastic package and held it up to her second boob down on the right. She pinched the nipple and Jon watched as Irish cream sprayed out and filled the cup. "Could you hold it for me, Jon?" Erin asked shyly. He took the cup from Renee, who patiently waited for Jon's order. "Um, whiskey and coke," he said sheepishly. Renee nodded and pulled out another cup, moving it first to one tit, then the other. She shuddered slightly as the coke shot out of her nipple. "The bubbles always tingle," she said, a look of arousal on her face. Jon watched as the cup filled, her boob seemed to deflate more and more until it was only a B cup. Finally, the drink was ready and she handed it to Jon. "Thanks," he said, taking the cup. "No problem," Renee responded happily. "But it does look like I'm out of coke," she said, looking at her, comparatively, deflated boob. "I'll need to go refill. Let me know it you need anything else, Jon!" she shouted as she worked her way back towards the bar. He watched as she walked behind the bar, opened a new 2 liter of coke, and proceeded to guzzle the whole bottle down. As she did, her recently smaller breast rapidly expanded as it filled with the cold liquid. She reached up to the bar and grabbed several bottle of booze which she had raddled off to him before, and started downing those as well, bringing all of her boobs back to maximum capacity. She then moved off into the crowd, her eight massive boobs sloshing in front of her.
"Can I have some of my drink?" Erin asked. Jon quickly turned around and looked at her, trying to figure out the best way to help her drink. He final decided to kneel down to get more on her level then hold the cup up to her mouth. He tilted it, allowing the girl to drink. He waited for an indication that she was done, but it never came. Instead, she downed the half cup of Irish cream in a few gulps. "Thanks, Jon." she said, her voice already starting to slur slightly. "I needed that." She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Would you like to go somewhere and talk?" Jon offered. "Yeah," Erin responded, feeling the liquid courage running in her veins. "How about we talk in your room?" Jon needed no more invitation. He stood up and downed his drink as well. "Follow me."
