Jon entered the basement and was immediately filled with a sense of disappointment. After see the "table-girl" (he reminded himself he would have to find out what her name was) he had expected to walk into the basement and see it absolutely filled with transformed girls, or at least the obvious aftermath of a school wide orgy right in his own basement. Instead, he saw more of what he had seen in the entrance upstairs: a giant mess. The floor was covered in trash, the tables were overflowing with plastic cups, the bar was being used as a make-shift bed by a boy he didn't recognize, and the lights on the stage were still flashing in their programmed routine. There were a few other people spread around the room. One was sitting at a booth, his body slumped on the table with his head resting on his crossed arms. There were another two passed out in front of the bathroom who probably had passed out while waiting in line. The bathroom doors were ajar and he would need to inspect the private backrooms, but he didn't see anything unusual. Much to his disappointment. Jon knew more girls had been transformed. He had felt it. Although, between the booze going to his head and the girls he had brought back to his room going after his other, or rather Karyn's, head it was difficult to recall just how many times he had felt the little buzz in his head telling him another one of Zoe's playthings had been changed. But he knew it had been more than he was seeing.
Jon decided to start his search in the private rooms. As he opened the first door, he was immediately overpower by a pungent smell, forcing him to slam the door shut. "What the fuck?" he cursed. Thinking back on the night before, Jon remembered who had been in this particular room: Amy and Liz. "So, that's what horse cum smells like," Jon said with a dry sarcastic tone. "I wonder how Liz enjoys having a horse dick now," he chuckled. He paused a moment, an idea forming in his head. "That's something for later," he mused as he moved to the next door. Jon opened the door and watched as a blade of light cut into the room and expanded as he opened the door fully. This was one of the rooms with a bed, and it was occupied by Renee, the girl with eight boobs, a couple of girls and a young looking guy. Like earlier, Renee was topless, and it was obvious the group had been getting trashed off of the booze she had been holding in her tits. All eight were now much smaller than Jon had seen last night, probably all around the B-cup range, their contents mostly drained. Jon was about to leave the room when he heard a buzzing sound. He turned back and stepped into the room, hope to find the cause. He gave a small shout as a small object flew across the room and stopped directly in front of his face.
"Oh Jon! Thank you for opening the door! I've been in here for hours! I followed my little brother to make sure he didn't drink too much but the little snot never listens to me! So they were all drinking even Renee! She was actually reached her own tit for a sip which was actually kind of sexy but then everyone passed out! Can you believe that?! Anyways thank you for opening the door now I can get out!" Jon listed to the little voice talking a mile a second, trying to keep up. Jon focused on the figure before him. It was a girl, she stood about nine inches tall, and she hung suspended in the air in front of him with wings. Fly wings. As Jon looked closer, he saw looked mostly normal except for her size, the wings on her back, red compound eyes, an additional set of arms below her normal ones, and a fly's abdomen sticking out of her ass. "Weird," he muttered. "I know right!" the girl responded enthusiastically, oblivious to his stunned expression. "It wasn't all bad though," she said flying back to the unconscious Renee. The tiny girl landed on Renee's stomach and in a jittery crawl on all four-er, sixes, she approached one of the unconscious girl's breasts. As the fly-girl's lower arms pushed on the tit almost as big as she was, the upper arms worked the nipple like she was kneading dough. Soon, a clear drop of liquid beaded on the tip of the nipple which the fly girl greedily sucked down. "I love rum," she said, wiping her mouth. "A sweet, sugary liquor no wonder she's so hyper," he thought.
Jon watched as the girl again took flight and made her way towards him. "Thanks for the great party Jon! It was a blast! One for the books!" She quickly darted forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then flew past him and out into the hall. "Well, that's another one accounted for." He looked back at Renee and the others, and slowly closed the door, letting them sleep.
