Little Miracles Gentlemen's Club

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Chapter 1: Bad Management

 

The full moon cast its silvery glow over the city, illuminating the darkened streets and casting an air of mystique over the strip clubs that lined them. It was a night like any other at "Little Miracles Gentlemen's Club," but for Maya, it was about to become one she would never forget. As she prepared for her shift, Maya couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness, a feeling that had been building inside her all week.

It all started a few weeks back. She started noticing that some of the other girls were getting more tips than her. They all had one thing in common. Their boobs were at least two cup sizes bigger than hers. Their bras would get all padded up but with dollar bills instead of tissue paper. Frustrated, Maya started looking into some options outside of surgery that might help. She knew Halloween was coming up soon, and there's no better time of the year for something magical to happen, especially after hearing about a once-in-a-lifetime astronomical event happening where the Earth was going to have two moons for the month of October. If magic was real, then this had to be the time to try it.

Maya took some time researching different spell books and manuscripts in her free time in between classes at the local university. Everything she found seemed foolish and like it wouldn't work, but there was one spell. One ritual that came up more than any other. She hated the idea of doing it, but it was worth a shot; what was the worst that could happen? Feel like an idiot for a few days, and end up exactly where she is, with modest B sized breasts. 

Reluctantly, Maya collected everything she needed and proceeded to recite the incantation each day before she had to go to her shift, hoping that by the time she got there, her boobs would be big enough to steal the show for the night.

She had only managed to try the spell for two days, with nothing to show for it. She hoped tonight would be different. It was her third try; the moon was full, and that second moon was clearly visible in the night sky. The only problem was that she was running late. She had fallen asleep while studying for her next test and hadn’t realized how much time had passed. 

In a frantic panic, Maya ran to her bathroom and quickly threw off her shirt. She wanted to examine her breasts to see if there had been any change, but she had no time. 

“Shit! How did I let this happen?” She ripped off her bra, grabbed the large jar on her counter, and proceeded to smother her boobs in the slimy substance.  

“This is so gross.” She grimaced. Even using this stuff the last two days didn't help prepare her for it today. Keeping it at room temperature made her skin want to crawl as the coolness touched her sensitive areas. Regardless of her feelings, she had no time to waste. 

Maya grabbed her cheap throwaway bra and threw on a baggy sweatshirt. Just because she worked at a strip club didn’t mean she was going to wear a party dress to work—anything to get less attention from potential creeps on her way to, or from work. She ran down her shared apartment stairs to get in her beat-up car. Even though it was old, it was reliable. 

"Please let it work tonight. I really need this. Tuition is due next week." Maya sped down the street roads, keeping her eyes on a close lookout for any cops. The last thing she needed was a speeding ticket or some sort of traffic violation. Even though she had a nice ass, that wasn't about to do her any good if she got pulled over. If she at least had a nice rack, she might be able to get away with a warning, but not in her current state. She was in a sweatshirt and had stuff all over them. At best, they might let her off out of pity. 

Luckily, she was able to get to the club without issues. Maya was grateful she managed to make it here without further delay and was only two minutes late for clocking in. She grabbed her purse, and was about to beline it into the club, when she saw herself in the rearview mirror. She still had to cast the spell if the enlargement was going to work. 

"Fuck!" She was already late, but not casting the spell would have meant she smothered her boobs for no reason. Begrudgingly, she pulled out her phone and went to the notes app, where she had the spell written out. She took a deep breath, hoping this would work, and began reading it out loud. If she were lucky, maybe they would grow in the middle of the show and get the boys all worked up. 

"By moonlight's gentle glow, I call upon the power of the goddess.

Milk of the Moon, flow into my breasts,

Attracting nourishment and growth with every kiss.

Honey of Attraction, sweeten my form,

Drawing love and beauty to my heart's core.

Essence of Goddess, infuse me with your might,

Breast Nourishment Powder, make me a beautiful sight."

Maya looked at herself in the rearview mirror again and smiled at herself. "Here goes nothing." Even through all the stress of being late, she knew she was going to give the boys the best show that night. At the bare least, she would get any newbies drilling over her ass. She got out of her car, and ran over to the door.

"Hey, Frank." She greeted the bouncer. 

"You're late. I was beginning to worry." the tall man stood at the door, opening it for her to enter. 

"Sorry about that; fell asleep studying." Maya had always appreciated Frank. He was intimidating, but to her and the rest of the girls, he was like a giant teddy bear. 

"You got this kid. But I can't keep covering for you. You can tell Dameon that you got caught by a creeper and needed a hand." Frank had been covering for Maya for the last few weeks. He knew Maya was struggling with finals coming up and that the final payment would be required soon. Anyone would. But he couldn't fault the girl. She was trying to do something with her future, and this job was just a means to an end. 

"Thanks." Maya blushed, rushing into the club. She liked Frank like a big brother, but any time he called her "kid" or "kiddo" it made her feel like she was his little sister. She knew she was an adult, and could manage on her own, but with the stress of everything, she really had doubts some days. 

Finally, in the back room, Maya wasted no time clocking in, throwing off her clothes, and getting ready. She noticed on the schedule next to the punch-in clock that her name was on the board. She had a lap dance scheduled in the next ten minutes. She couldn't believe Dameon would allow one to get put on the schedule within fifteen minutes of her shift starting. It almost felt like he wanted her to lose a regular. 

"You know that stuff isn't going to work, right? Why are you still bothering with it, it looks, and smells disgusting." Sunny retorted, looking at Maya's smothered breasts. 

"Nice to see you too, Sunny." Maya knew she was only poking fun, even if it was a little hurtful. Sunny's breasts were easily a D, which meant Maya stood no chance of getting extra tips tonight. Not if Sunny's breasts were going out before her, and having a lap dance first thing meant her fate was sealed. 

Maya removed her old bra, tossing it in the trash, knowing that if it didn't work tonight, it wasn't going to work. She reached over for the pack of baby wipes the dancers shared for cleaning up in between shows, wiping away the ointment she laid on her breasts before leaving. She then found the costume she usually wore for lap dances and dawned it. A red lacy pushup bra, anything to help make her breasts more perky, and a red matching thong. She hoped that Marcus brought plenty of spare cash tonight. 

Stepping behind the curtain to enter the private rooms, Maya was stunned by what she saw. It wasn't Marcus—no, it was a woman. She wore a full-length dress colored in dark gray and lifeless hues. 

"I take it you are Maya. The slut who's been stealing my husband." The woman angrily pointed her finger in an accusative manner.

Maya stood stunned. She wasn't expecting tonight to go like this.

"Well! What do you have to say for yourself? Do you know you are ruining families?" Even though the woman was angry, Maya couldn't feel too intimidated by her; she was easily six to eight inches shorter than her. 

"Listen, lady, I don't even know who you are." 

"I'm Marcus's wife. I bet you didn't even know he was married, did you?"

"Plenty of guys that come in here are married." Maya couldn't help herself by crossing her arms over her breasts. She couldn't believe this woman had the nerve to yell at her like this. Practically naked, in just her underwear, with nothing to cover herself. The whole thing made her feel small, even if she knew she was physically bigger. 

"So you admit it, you know you are ruining marriages." The woman leaned back on her heels. It was clear to see that this woman thought she was in the right.

"I never said that."

"Why don't you get a real job? All you are doing is taking advantage of these men and their families."

"Listen, I'm just trying to get through school." Maya knew that doing this kind of work was frowned upon by many and that it made her an easy target. If she had a better way to make what she was here while still accommodating her class schedule, she would have looked at doing that instead. But there was no way. This was her only option. 

"So you beg these men for money? You can't take care of yourself like a big girl, so you come crawling to other wives' husbands for money instead." 

"What are you talking about? These men pay us for a show. That's exactly what we give them." Maya always hated it when people assumed things about her or judged her in her line of work. It's not like she was a hooker or a drug dealer. She never had sex with any of them, and if they even tried to touch her, they got kicked out and were banned. Frank was always good about that. 

"No. You crawl and beg like a baby. Someone who can't care for themselves." The woman pulled out a stack of papers from her purse, which she had brought. "You're the reason he keeps coming here. Seven times in 30 days!"

"Lady, I didn't give your husband a lap dance seven times this month. It's not me." Maya could hear the showroom floor starting to get a little rowdy. She knew she wasn't up yet, but it was clear that someone else was running behind, at least based on the chatter that started.

"Oh yeah, let's see." She folded over the sheet of paper with a list of transactions on it. "September 25th, Little Miracles," she ran her finger across the paper. "September 30th, Little Miracles." Maya could hear more clearly now what was happening out in the showroom. The boys were chanting. "Little Miracles!" They were either getting really impatient, or someone else was about to get the bulk of the tips tonight. 

"Now we are here again on October 1st, Little Miracles." 

"I didn't see him yesterday! I haven't even seen him today; instead, I'm in here with you." Maya was annoyed. She couldn't believe Dameon let this happen. Maya stormed out of the private room. She was going to give Dameon a piece of her mind. She wasn't about to stand there and continue to get nagged at by this judgmental woman. 

But as she stepped out of the room, she saw that everyone was silent. No one was moving; it was like they were all frozen. Even the bartender looked stunned. Unsure what was happening, Maya started looking around the room until she saw it. A purple swirling light was on the stage. 

"What the fuck is that" Maya felt her mouth drop open. She had never seen anything like that before. The closest thing was from some of the spell books she looked through. She thought the whole magic thing was a fake. Her boobs never got any bigger, yet, here it is. Magic. She stared in awe as a witch hat slowly started to arise from out of the purple swirl. 

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Chapter 2: A Witches Welcome

 

Maya's eyes widened in awe as the purple swirling light coalesced into a figure slowly rising from the stage. A shiver ran down her spine as the witch hat materialized on top of the mysterious entity, and she couldn't help but take a step back. The air was electric with anticipation, and a group of the club's patrons, frozen in place moments before, scrambled to get out of the club as they realized something extraordinary was happening.

As the figure emerged from the portal, Maya felt her fear mix with fascination. The witch's long black hair streamed behind her like a dark river, and her eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity - bright purple in the dim light of the club. Maya couldn't help but feel drawn to the woman despite the unease that settled in the pit of her stomach.

The air vibrated with magical energy, making it hard for Maya to breathe. The club's speakers crackled to life, and the DJ's voice spoke, "What an entrance by..." he looked at his sheet to see if there were any new dancers he should shout out, not recognizing the woman standing on stage. But there was nothing; if she was new, he wasn't told about her. "The witch!" at least he could use her costume as a name for now until he gets the memo on who this new person was. "Fucking management, man. How am I supposed to build up hype when they pull stunts like this." He mumbled under his breath as he started another track. 

Maya felt a hand on her arm, spinning her around to face that woman, Marcus's wife. Her eyes were filled with frustration toward her. Utterly oblivious to the situation. 

"How dare you!" the woman scolded Maya, her voice laced with anger and betrayal. "Who do you think you are? You think you can just walk out on me?"  But Maya's attention was already locked on the woman on stage, her eyes fixed intently on the mysterious figure. The woman had the whole crowd's attention, drawing them in with a power that was both captivating and unsettling.

As Maya watched, transfixed, the woman on the stage just stood there, looking around the club. Her beauty was undeniable - striking features, a slim waist barely hidden by her cloak, and a stunning rack that made Maya jealous. "So unfair."  The crowd erupted in cheers, but Maya barely noticed. The presence of this new woman made time feel like it had stood still. Suddenly, the witch's eyes locked onto hers, sending shivers down Maya's spine. The witch's gaze pierced her eyes. There was something about her eyes that felt like a direct connection to Maya's very soul, and she knew at that moment that this was no act - whatever magic the woman possessed was real.

"Hello? Earth to slut, I'm over here." The woman tried to turn Maya's face back toward her. She didn't care what Maya was looking at. It was likely just another whore on the stage. Maya broke eye contact with the witch and was forced to look at the annoying woman who had ambushed her earlier. Annoyed, the witch's focus changed to the women bothering Maya. The witch scowled as she looked around the rest of the club. Then suddenly, she threw her arms up, laughing maniacally. A puff of smoke completely engulfed her, and she was gone. 

The remaining crowd lost it. They erupted in a large cheer, whistling and hollering at the magnificent showmanship. They had never seen such a unique entrance for a new dancer. They hoped that once the smoke cleared, she would be standing there in nothing more than a thin piece of ripped cloth covering her magnificent body.

"Oh, grow up." The woman's focus broke from Maya. She was more annoyed that these men were so willing to betray their families to spoil these overgrown babies who couldn't take care of themselves, instead opting to beg grown adults for money. In the heat of the moment, she let Maya's arm go without realizing it.  The men scoffed at her remark, but one man in the crowd looked terrified when he saw the woman. 

"Angela?" the man spoke in her direction. "Shit," he mumbled to himself.

"Hi, Sweetie. I was just talking about you with your 'friend' here." Angela had a fake smile on, clearly showing that she was both annoyed and felt like she was in a place of power. When Angela looked back at Maya, she was gone, walking towards the exit. "Hey! Where do you think you are going?" Algela started rushing after Maya. "I'm not done with you yet." 

"Lady, I don't care. I'm getting the fuck out of here." Maya knew what she just felt wasn't a part of the show. That was the real deal. "Those eyes... it was like she could see right into my soul." Maya was so focused on leaving she hadn't even bothered to go back and grab her stuff. She just wanted out. 

Luna, Maya's best friend at the club, caught up to her as she sped walked over to the exit. "Hey, what's going on? Are you okay?" Luna asked, concern etched on her face. She had been watching from the sidelines, and Maya's frantic pace and shaky hands told a story.

Maya hesitated for a moment before answering. "We need to get out of here," she said curtly, not wanting to elaborate. Luna nodded sympathetically, remembering the time that Maya had gotten attacked in the parking lot. This was different, though - this felt like something more sinister.

Luna fell into step beside Maya as they walked towards the door. "What's going on? You've never been scared of anything at this club before," she said, her voice low and serious.

Maya glanced over her shoulder, feeling a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was following them. The way the witch looked at her made her feel singled out like it wanted her. "Maybe playing with magic was a horrible idea."

"Whoa! What? No, you aren't; you just got here." Dameon finally showed his face from his office. He usually stayed back there for the whole night unless otherwise needed, but all the noise and the weird effects were not approved, and he was going to have someone's paycheck for blowing the budget.

"Shit, I gotta go man. I'm about to get royally fucked, and not in the right way." Marcus rushed out of the booth he shared with some other regulars. They weren't good friends; they would just occasionally oodle over the woman, and they knew with two or more of them there, they were more likely to have one of the pretty ladies come over for a nice chat.

"Awe, man, it was just getting good," the man said, trying to persuade his friend to stay. 

"I know, I know, I just. I gotta..." he could see Angela rushing off to catch Maya. Cutting his chat short, he ran after them. The last thing he wanted was for her to get him banned from the club. This was his only way to unwind from the stress of home life. 

"Yeah, yeah, good luck, man!" 

*** 

Frank stood at attention outside the door, his eyes scanning the dimly lit alleyway for any signs of trouble. 

The night was slow, and he didn't have a large crowd to deal with all evening. As he leaned against the wall, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It wasn't his favorite job, but it paid the bills, and the girls were always grateful for his protection.

The chanting from inside the club caught his attention, and he smiled. "Sounds like they're having a good time." He'd worked at Little Miracles Gentlemen's Club for years and knew how much a good night could mean to the girls. They usually made more tips during peak hours, but when business was slow, times like these kept everyone on their toes.

Frank instinctively stepped forward as the door opened, eyes scanning the entrance for any signs of trouble. A few patrons were filtering out, chatting with each other or laughing, but something about the atmosphere felt off. The usual chatter among the members when leaving wasn't the same this time. The ones who weren't laughing seemed on edge, and even those who laughed did so nervously.  Normally, Frank wouldn't think twice about it, but this seemed odd. Even the air was thick with tension.

One person caught Frank's attention - Adrien, one of the bartenders, looked like he'd seen a ghost. His eyes were wide with fear, and his face was pale as he quickly tried to rush past Frank. 

"Hey, what's going on?" Frank asked, but Adrien didn't respond. He just took off running towards his car, leaving Frank wondering what had happened.

Frank, worried about what might have gone down, opened the door to the club, scanning the dimly lit interior for any signs of trouble. Everything seemed normal - the DJ was still spinning tracks, drinks were still being poured, and patrons were still enjoying themselves. But it was the sight of Maya storming towards him that made Frank's gut twisted with concern.

She looked terrified, her eyes wide with fear as she approached him. She hadn't even grabbed her purse or her sweatshirt. Whatever was wrong must have scared the holy hell out of her if she was about to go outside dressed like that at the start of October. 

Frank could see Maya glancing back over her shoulder. For a moment, Frank thought he saw something moving behind her—a flash of purple, a glimpse of long black hair, a pointy tall hat. But when he turned to look, there was nothing. Instead, he saw this short lady dressed in gray chasing after her. He had remembered letting the woman in earlier that night. He thought she was a tightwad who just came to the club to blow off steam or pull her husband out. 

Instead, it seemed like Maya had become the unfortunate center of attention for the evening. Luna tried calming her down, and Dameon stormed after them, frustrated. That crazy tight wad, and the man following suit, was likely her husband. "So much for a quiet night." 

Frank stepped forward to calm the situation, wrapping his arms around Maya as she tried to push past him. "What's going on, Maya?" he asked, but she just shook her head and tried to wriggle free.

Dameon's face reddened with anger while Angela jumped into the conversation, her voice venomous. "You think you can just walk out on me like that? You're just a cheap little whore who thinks you can do whatever you want and get away with it."

Marcus stormed forward, his face twisted in anger. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, yelling at Angela.

Luna stood her ground, trying to cover Maya's back. "Listen, bitch, you need to back off," she said, her voice firm. "Maya doesn't deserve this harassment."

Frank raised his hands, trying to keep everyone from escalating further. "Everyone, just back up for a second," he said, but it was too late.

The argument had reached a fever pitch, with all five people shouting over each other and pushing against Frank's chest. Luna shoved Angela, causing her to stumble backward, knocking herself into Frank and sending the whole group crashing through the exit door.

They tumbled out onto the alleyway, landing in a heap on the ground. Maya sat up, rubbing her head, and looked around to see where they were. But instead of the familiar sight of the club's parking lot, she saw... a room, it looked like it should belong to the club, but was something she had never seen before.

The room was empty, only the floor, four walls, and two doors, the one they just came through, which was shut, and another on the other side of the room, also closed.

"What the...?" she muttered, scrambling to her feet.

Luna stood up, looking around in confusion. "Where are we?"

Dameon got to his feet, brushing himself off. "I don't know," he admitted, but Angela's expression turned from anger to outrage.

"How can you not know where we are? You run this club, for God's sake! You should know every room here like the back of your hand, you incompetent idiot!" Angela glared at Dameon, her voice rising. 

But just as she was about to continue ranting, a low, menacing laugh echoed through the room. The sound sent shivers down Maya's spine.

Dameon's face went white, and he took a step back. "What... the... fuck?"

Marcus went to shout, asking who the voice was, but it was too late before he could even make a sound. The evil laugh had already stopped, leaving an uncomfortable silence.

Maya felt a creeping sense of dread as she looked around at the group. Where were they? How did they get here? Was this even real? "Please, god, let me still be sleeping at my desk, and this is just one really screwed-up nightmare."

As she scanned the empty room, a figure emerged from corner in the ceiling over by the new door. It's neck twisted in an unnatural way, it's face was imposing, and the same glowing purple eyes looked over at the group. As if seeing what it managed to catch. 

"Welcome to my little playground," the figure said, its voice dripping with malice. "You've all been very naughty. Let's see if we can fix that." The voice began to giggle as it slowly retreated back into the wall until it completely disappeared out of sight. 

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Chapter 3: Angela's Trial

 

"What the fuck was that?" Dameon screamed. He couldn't believe what he just saw. A witch. A real witch. There was no way. That kind of stuff only happens in stories and fairy tails. How the hell did one end up at his club?  

Luna's hands flew through her hair as she spun around. She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, and her anxiety was spiking by the second. "This can't be real," she whispered, her voice laced with desperation. "It just can't be."

Angela's face twisted in rage as she turned on Marcus, who stood frozen in shock beside his wife. Her eyes blazed with accusation, and her fists clenched at her sides. "You're to blame for this!" she spat, her words venomous.

"What? How could this possibly have been my fault?" Marcus was tired of getting blamed for everything. This time, at least, there was nothing he did that could have caused this. 

"If you didn't keep coming to this stupid club to see that girl," Angela pointed toward Maya without even looking in her direction. "We wouldn't be in this mess right now."

Maya wasn't sure if her spell brought the witch here, but she did know that this situation wasn't good. They were in an unknown decrepit room. Frank had already started trying to yank the club door back open. But the way they came from seemed to be permanently closed, and the door wasn't budging. It didn't even make a creek like he had loosened it.

That left only one other option. Looking across the room, Maya spotted the only other door in the whole room. But that was the side in which the witch showed its face. Was it really worth the risk of trying it? What if that was what she wanted? What if this whole thing was a trap? 

Maya had to risk it, it was their only option, and everyone else seemed a little preoccupied with freaking out about the situation. Rightfully so. Others were handling it better. At least Angela and Marcus seemed to be coherent. Meanwhile, Dameon and Luna had seemed to lose their marbles, completely panicking.

"We're gonna die here. We're all dead." Dameon mumbled to himself, staring at the ground, unwilling to try and address the issue head-on and find a way out of this mess.

*"Well, if no one else is going to have a brain, I might as well try.* Maya stepped towards the other door, but suddenly, the room started to shake. 

"What the fuck now?" Luna snapped out of her trace, becoming more aware of her surroundings. 

"What did you do?" Angela yelled at Maya. It was clear that she would blame her for everything, even if she didn't do anything. 

But before she could try to fend for herself or tell Angela to jump off a bridge, they all noticed a bright white light coming from the center of the room. A glass display case resting on a stone pedestal rose from the light, captivating them all. Its rise came to a slow stop, and the light quickly retreated, returning the room to its dark, soulless atmosphere.

The group stared at one another, unsure what to do, but as their eyes adjusted to the lightning, a sparkling light came from the glass case. Inside held the most massive diamond any of them have ever seen in their live. It was encased in a stunning necklace that had to be worth millions. 

Maya and Luna stepped forward, their eyes fixed on the stunning necklace hanging on the pedestal. As they approached the display case, a collective hush fell over the group, and everyone started to approach with a sense of unease. An unspoken thought crossed all of their minds: Why had the witch brought this here?  

"Oh, my god," Maya breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, staring at the necklace. Her eyes filled with a sparkle like a little girl seeing diamonds for the first time. "Look at that! It's like something out of a fairy tale."

Luna's gaze lingered on the intricate details of the piece, her mouth opening in a silent gasp. The two women seemed entranced by the beauty before them.

But their admiration was met with a snarl from Angela. Her eyes narrowed, and her face twisted into a scowl. "As if," she spat. "You two could only dream of owning something like that."

Maya and Luna exchanged an annoyed glance, but Angela's words felt like a bulldozer breaking through to reality. The atmosphere shifted as the group realized this had to be some type of trap. There was no way Maya or Luna was going to take it. They've seen what 'gifts' lead to at a place like this. The only person to be stupid enough to take a diamond necklace at a strip club as a gift would be a newbie who was uneducated and unwilling to listen to others.

"You two sluts don't deserve that," Angela seethed, her voice rising in desperation. "None of you do! My husband has been working so hard. We try to make ends meet, but you." She looked around the room; it was clear she had lost her mind. "You people stole his money. You cheated him."

"Listen, lady, I think..." Frank tried to intervene, but it was clear that wasn't going to help.

"Now!...now we're barely scraping by. The bank's threatening to foreclose on our house, and I don't know how much longer we can keep a roof over our heads."

Angela lunged out, grabbing the stunning necklace. A rush of excitement and possessiveness swept through her. She wrapped her fingers around the cold metal, feeling its smooth surface against her hand. With a giggle of triumph, she held it up to the dim light in the room, trying to admire its sparkle.

But as she did, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The air seemed to grow thick with an unsettling energy, and the shadows on the walls appeared to twist and writhe like living things. Angela's grin faltered, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

Suddenly, the witch's maniacal laugh echoed through the room, making Angela's heart skip a beat. *"Oh shit... what have I done?"* The sound sent a chill through her veins, and she froze, the necklace still clutched in her hand.

"What was that?" she whispered, scanning the room for where the witch would show her evil face again. But there was nothing. She couldn't find her anywhere. She faced Maya and the others. "I guess she's gone?"

The laugh came again, louder and closer this time, making Angela jump. She could see the petrified look on the others across from her. Frozen in fear, she didn't dare move a muscle, but she wished she had. 

A pair of firm hands with long fingernails crept over her shoulders. Angela could feel the witch's presence as it leaned over and placed her head next to Angela's. 

"What a lovely necklace, deary. " The intimidating voice softly spoke in her ear. "Why don't you wear it?" The witch's hands reached down Angela's front toward her hands, where the necklace was. 

Maya could see Angela shaking, completely terrified for her fate. They all were. Even if she was a bitch, they didn't want to see her killed!

As the witch grabbed the necklace from Angela's hands, she stared right at Maya, starting down her soul again. Maya had no idea what she had done to get this much attention from the witch but didn't want to find out either. 

"It's... o...kay," Angela stuttered. "I... don't... have... too" Angela knew she screwed up. All she hoped for now was to get out of this alive. 

"Yes, you do, sweety." The witch's soothing voice only made things worse. It was like every word was used just to torture them. "You *deserve* this, remember?"

"I don't." Angela started crying as the necklace was placed around her neck, just waiting to be clasped closed. "I really don't. I'm sorry." she was practically balling at this point. She thought she was dead—a goner, done for. 

"It's okay, sweetie. We all have to treat ourselves sometimes, right? Wouldn't you agree, Marcus?" She snapped her head violently to stare at Marcus as she finished clasping the necklace into place and securing it around Angela's neck. 

The floor creaked beneath the witch's feet, like a crumbling grave giving way to eternity. With a chilling shriek, she plummeted into the abyss, her screams echoing through the silence as if summoned by some ancient evil. As she fell, the air seemed to thicken with malevolent intent, heavy with the weight of her maniacal laughter. And when the darkness finally consumed her, the only sound was the witch's muffled giggles, leaving Angela standing frozen in terror, the necklace still snug around her neck.

Freed from the witch's presence, Angela ran towards the group, crying, tears streaking down her face. Marcus held out open arms to embrace her, grateful to see she was okay. But with each step she took, the group noticed something was different. Something was happening. Angela looked... different. 

As Maya's eyes scanned the chaotic scene unfolding before her, a jolt of realization electrified her senses. Angela's chest began to expand at an alarming rate, growing larger with each passing moment. Initially, it was hard to discern what was happening, but the truth became unmistakable as the seconds ticked by. Angela's modest grey dress seemed woefully inadequate for containing the burgeoning growth within.

"Look out!" Maya yelled, her voice laced with panic, as she frantically searched for a way to shield herself from the impending disaster. Equally caught off guard, the others scrambled to cover themselves, their faces etched with worry and fear. 

"What? Where?" Angela stumbled around, her eyes darting wildly as she tried to make sense of the commotion. Her face contorted in confusion. She attempted to duck and avoid whatever was happening as if trying to escape a predator. 

RRRRRIIPPPP

The sound sent shivers down their spines, like the reverberation of a thousand screams. Whatever was growing within Angela finally broke through her body. She was a goner, and they were likely next. 

"What the fuck...! My dress!" Angela's anguished cry pierced the air like a scream from the depths of hell. The group turned to see what had happened, their faces agog with shock and awe.

They stood shocked at Angela. Standing before them, her figure transformed beyond recognition. Gone was the modest grey dress; in its place lay a sleek red thong and matching bra, daringly exposed for all to see. But it was not just the garment that had vanished – Angela herself had undergone a different change.

Her breasts, once barely noticeable, now stood proudly, their size easily dwarfing her prior ones. The double D cup bra sagged under the strain. The group gasped in unison, their eyes glued to the spectacle before them. How could this be? Angela, the bitch who thought she was better than everyone at the club, was now transformed into a human pin-up.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Maya spat, her face twisted with rage and disappointment. "That bitch got bigger boobs!" The outburst seemed to echo through the room. "I Should have just grabbed the damn thing. Unbelievable" 

"You did this to me! Didn't you?" Angela walked up to Maya, throwing modesty out the door. But realistically, what choice did she have? Her clothes were gone. It's not like she could cover herself up.

"What? No. How could I..." Maya tried to defend herself, but Angele didn't care what she had to say. Like before, she viewed Maya as a spoiled little brat who only cared about getting what she wanted. 

"You wanted this to happen. You wanted me to get stooped down to your filthy level." 

"Angela..." Marcus tried to butt in to save Maya. Even if he knew, all that would do would bury him further in the ground that he knew his wife thought of him.

"Don't you dare." Angela stepped up to Marcus, getting uncomfortably close. "I bet you just love this. Don't you?" She used her hands to gesture towards her near-naked body. "You're disgusting, you know that?" 

"Please, Angela..." Marcus felt defeated. He knew there was nothing he could say.

"Oh, shut up. At least you can stop wasting our money on this baby." Angela threw her arm in Maya's direction. "I mean, look at her; I bet she should still be breastfeeding for crying out loud." Maya blushed at her remark. She was a grown adult. The comparison was wildly unfair.

"I bet the only reason she isn't is because YOU keep giving the baby all the money she needs to run away from home."

'Hey! That's enough!" Frank shouted from the other side of the room, near the other door that Maya wanted to try to see if it was unlocked. 

"Don't even try to butt in mister 'muscle'" Angela was on a rampage, and nothing was going to stop her. 

"Suit yourself, but the doors unlocked, and I'm getting out of here. Come on, Maya, I think the real witch wants to have a word with her husband." Frank should have chosen better words, as an evil giggle could be heard all around them. 

"Yep! I'm coming." Maya rushed over to meet with him, ready to leave this place. 

"Wait up!" Dameon and the others quickly followed suit. Even if Angela was pissed, there was no way she was going to stay behind. She wanted out just as bad as everyone else. 

Rushing through the door was a big mistake, however. They were all in too much of a rush to leave the last room. They hadn't even realized they were stepping into complete darkness. 

SLAM

After they all entered the room, the door closed behind them, leaving them with zero light. They couldn't see each other, and without linking arms or anything, they had no way to tell where anyone else was. 

"AHHH!" Everyone heard Maya scream suddenly in the darkness.

"Maya!" Frank yelled out. "What is it? Where are you?" but no response came in return. 

[keith60]

good story i hope there is more

[Story Nook]

Chapter 4: Poof!

 

As they stumbled through the darkness, desperate to reorient themselves, a burst of light illuminated their surroundings, casting an eerie glow on the walls of the cold, damp chamber. The group shielded their eyes, momentarily blinded by the intensity of the light, as it seemingly seared itself into their retinas. When they finally opened them again, they found themselves in a cramped, dimly lit room with rough-hewn stone walls and a low, vaulted ceiling.

The air was musty and dank, with the faint scent of mold and decay clinging to every surface like a bad omen.

"Oh, come on!" Luna screamed, spinning around the room, her voice echoing off the cold stone walls as she frantically searched for any sign of escape or rescue. "I thought you were letting us go?" She screamed into the room, her voice hoarse from shouting, but there was only silence in response.

"Someone help me!" Maya screamed. Her voice echoed throughout the room. None of them realized she wasn't with them anymore. The others turned towards her, following her cries until their eyes landed on the sight that made their blood run cold.

Maya was trapped in a pillory, her wrists bound to a sturdy wooden bar with thick, rusty cuffs. The metal creaked and groaned as she struggled against it, but it refused to budge, held in place with an old lock. The worst part was the angle at which she was positioned – bent over at a 90-degree angle, her butt sticking out for all to see, twisted like a prisoner on display.

The thin fabric of her thong offered no protection from view, leaving nothing to the imagination as it clung to the contours of her hips. Her face was twisted in a mixture of pain and terror, her eyes flashing with a desperate plea for help that seemed to be going unheard.

Flirtatious Whistle

Marcus couldn't help himself. His heart skipped a beat at what was laid out before him. He had gotten plenty of lap dances from her before, but this was priceless. No lap dance could compare to this.

"Are you kidding me?" Angela smacked him in the face as hard as she could. "I now have these stupid things, and you are still obsessed with her ass?" she moved her hands to exaggerate her breasts, her expression a mixture of disgust and horror.

"Oh, come on, guys," Marcus tried to defend himself, but it was clear that no one was in the mood for his antics. He looked over at Dameon and Frank, but their faces were determined; Marcus rolled his eyes, seeing the look of disgust on Frank's face. 

"We were all thinking it, right?" Marcus asked, his voice faltering as he met the others' skeptical gaze. "I mean, am I right?" Still, silence was his reply. The others all started approaching Maya, looking around the room for any sign of a way out or a glimpse of the witch who seemed to be holding their lives in her hands.

As they drew closer, they could see that Maya's wrists were slick with sweat, her eyes wild with fear and desperation. She was struggling against the pillory, but it was clear she wasn't getting out without the key. They could see her face, full of despair. 

"Maya, are you okay?" Frank walked up to her. He couldn't even begin to imagine how she felt. She was exposed and had no way to protect herself. Even if that was his job, he never imagined they would end up in a situation like this. 

"Just PLEASE get me out!" She begged with tears running down her face. Having seen Angela get bigger breasts meant the witch was wanting to screw with them. But what had she done? Angela was a greedy bitch who stole that necklace. The witch hadn't killed Angela, but Angela was Miss Goody Two Shoes. What would happen to Maya? The slut. The baby, as Angela would call her.

"We will, I promise." Frank held her chin for a second, trying to reassure her. "Everyone, start looking for the key to this damn lock," Frank commanded the others.  Pulling on the lock to see if he could get it to budge, but it wouldn't. They clearly needed the key. The sooner they got Maya free, the sooner they could all get the hell out of here. 

"Why should I?" Angela crossed her arms in a huff. Glaring briefly over at Marcus. "I say she is getting the prison sentence she deserves." 

Frank walked around the pillory, approaching Angela. He didn't say a word, but the angry, frustrated look on his face had said enough. He was sick of her bullshit. Frank stepped up to her, getting within a few inches of her face, his hands clenched in a fist at his sides. "Just a second ago, you practically pissed yourself. Begging to stay alive." He pointed at her in an accusative manner. "You thought you were gonna die. Yet, here you are, thinking you're safe because someone else is caught up in this bullshit. None of us are safe!" Dameon could see the tension building between them; if he wasn't ready to intervene and stop these two, things would get much worse. "Push your luck. I dare you. See what happens." Frank taunted 

Anglea looked a little deflated by his comments. "Maybe he is right. I was lucky that... thing didn't just take off my head." Anglea looked around Frank to see Maya, but the sight only caused her to get infuriated. Her husband was practically cheating on her with that woman. She deserved it. Annoyed, Angela's posture shifted, showing she wasn't about to back down. "Oh, yeah, big guy? What are you going to do about it? Huh?" She clearly wanted to start a fight. She wasn't going to back down that easily.

Marcus knew he should do something. It was his wife, but he couldn't help himself. He kept looking at Maya and the situation she was in. Sure, he loved his wife, but she was a total bitch sometimes. She was the reason he left the house to come here, to unwind when she went on one of her crazy spells. Marcus knew staring and butting in wasn't going to do him any good. He stuck his hands in his pockets and started looking around the room. Only, he noticed something. There was something in his pocket that felt foreign. He pulled it out slightly to get a clear look and saw it was a key. One that wasn't his. It was much older, for a much larger lock. "Wait, is this the key for Maya?" Glancing over at the lock, it sure looked like a match. 

Seeing her ass still sticking out gave him an idea. He looked around to see what was happening with Angela and the others. Luna and Dameon ran up to Frank, trying to stop him from hitting Angela. She must have said something stupid to push him over the edge. But Marcus couldn't care. No, this was his one shot, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He pushed their conversation and bickering to the back of his mind. He only cared about one thing right now. He finally had a chance to touch her ass. "Then I can unlock her. Save her! Become her hero. She couldn't be mad at me then. She likely wouldn't even notice, being too excited to see the key and her freedom!"  

The thought of such a plan put an evil grin on his face. He felt his heart racing as he approached Maya from the rear, key in one hand and the other outstretched towards her. Slowly, he crept up, not wanting to draw attention from the others. This was his only shot. If he screwed this up, he would never get to touch her perfectly defined ass. 

"Hey! What the fuck!" Maya stomped her feet, trying to kick behind her. Everyone's attention shifted from their bickering to Maya as they heard a metal object bounce off the floor. They looked around briefly to see what might have caused her reaction but couldn't see anything. They only saw a man's suit in a pile behind her. Confused, they all began to approach her slowly.

"Maya, are you okay? What happened?" Frank was concerned the witch might have done something, but she looked like she was fine—just stuck in the same position. 

"Someone touched my ass," Maya yelled at them, furious someone would take advantage of a situation like this. They all looked at each other. They were all stuck in a group trying to stop a fight from breaking out. It couldn't have been one of them. Looking around the room, they couldn't see anything either. Nothing else was there with them. Then it struck Dameon.

"Marcus! You bastard." Dameon had received a few complaints about Marcus from some of the girls and other members of the club, but no one was serious enough about having him banned. They just wanted Dameon to keep an eye on him, and with how much he spent at the club, Dameon was more than happy to accommodate. But this... this was too far; she was utterly helpless. 

"It wasn't me!" Marcus yelled back. But something didn't make sense. Where was he? The group looked around the room to see where he might have run off to, but all they saw was each other. He was nowhere. Maya noticed a slight twinge in her nether region but had no idea what it was. 

"Marcus?" Angela asked. She heard him, but he was nowhere. She looked at the suit on the ground and picked it up. It almost looked like his. Reaching into the pants pocket, she found his wallet. He was gone. His clothes were left behind, but he wasn't there. 

"What? What's wrong?" Marcus was only now starting to notice that his point of view had shifted. He wasn't looking down at Maya or the others at eye level. Instead, it was as if he was looking at their crotches—only at their waistline. He tried standing up, but he couldn't move. He was stuck. "Oh god! I can't move! Someone help me!" he started to panic. Each time, that strange twinging feeling was sent through Maya. 

"No! Please, god, no!" Maya started to panic. It was Marcus who had touched her ass. Now, he was somehow connected to it. "Please!" She started sobbing.

"Maya, what is it?" Frank ran around to look her in the eye again, but her face was a total mess. 

"Please, you have to get me out of this." She was practically hyperventilating from her sheer panic. "Get him off of me!" 

"Maya, he's gone. He isn't here." Frank and Dameon looked at her, confused about what was going on. 

Luna raised an eyebrow and shrugged her shoulders. She looked at the pile of clothes still on the floor and back at Angela. Angela knew exactly what she was thinking and wasn't happy about it. They both lunged forward to grab what was remaining on the ground. Luna only managed to grab the button-up shirt, leaving Angela with two-thirds of a suit, both the pants and the jacket.

"Please, just get him off!" Maya started stomping her feet and screaming intermittently.

"My goodness, woman!" The witch's cold and menacing voice spoke over the room. Sucking out the air, causing everyone to freeze don't he spot, not expecting to see her again so soon. "Grow up, it isn't that bad." Luna and the others were still confused about what was happening and what took place. Maya immediately stopped screaming. The only thing that the group understood was that Maya was freaking out, saying that he was on her, but... Marcus was gone. He thought he couldn't move, which how they could hear him, and where he was made no sense. 

"Beleive me, sweetie. He has the far worse deal between the two of you." The witch floated down from one of the corners, stepping up to Maya's face. "You really are a hot mess, aren't you?" she taunted. 

"Let me out! Let me out!" Maya began yelling at the witch, stomping her feet and yanking her hands and head, trying to pull herself through the pillory. All that did was give her a headache and make her wrists hurt as she tried pulling with all her might. 

"Girl, you need to grow up!" The witch rolled her eyes as she began to flow back up to one of the corners of the room, slowly disappearing out of sight. "Maybe this will help remind you how childish you are behaving." Maya and the others saw a weird energy bolt leaving the witch and flying rapidly toward Maya. Frank tried to take a step forward to block it, but he was too late. 

The energy blast hit Maya. She closed her eyes in a moment of panic, worried she was going to die or have something much worse happen to her. But nothing; she was still alive. Opening her eyes, she could see that the pillory had unlocked. She was free! Maya quickly lifted the pillory out of place and rushed over to Frank, wrapping her arms around him in a big hug, grateful to be alive. 

However, Frank wasn't wrapping his arms around her. He seemed uncomfortable about the whole thing, and Maya wasn't sure why. Stepping back, feeling like an idiot for hugging him in her underwear, she blushed and then looked around at the others. They all had stunned expressions all over their faces, staring blankly at her. She wasn't sure what had happened; she felt normal. Why were they staring? 

Maya looked down at herself to see if she looked different. Perhaps the witch had turned her into a troll, ogre, or something. Frankly, that might have been preferred compared to what she saw. 

"Oh! One more thing!" the witch giggled, tilting its head out from the room's corner again. It sent another bolt of energy toward Maya, hitting her before anyone could even register what was happening. "I can't have you taking that off and running around here naked, " she giggled, disappearing once again. 

"What happened?" Marcus could be heard again, but this time, it was a lot more muffled. Maya winced a little, feeling her new attire vibrate slightly. She blushed heavily while staring at the diaper that was now snug against her waist. 

She reached down, trying to rip it off, but it wouldn't budge. "Get off of me, you creep!" She tried yanking and ripping the diaper, but it was fruitless. It was like her fingers were covered in oil. She couldn't grip it no matter how hard she tried. Any attempt she made at ripping it felt like trying to tear a piece of hard plastic in half. It was impossible. 

"Wait! I'm..." The muffled voice spoke. Everyone in the group finally made the connection between what happened and why Maya was freaking out so much. Marcus wasn't sure if he was the luckiest man on earth or totally screwed. 

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" Angela screamed at the top of her lungs. "You bastard! You're her underwear?" Angela threw her arms up in frustration. "This is just great. Just fucking perfect" She walked around in a circle, unable to accept what had taken place. "Well, I guess you finally got what you wanted!" She screamed towards Maya's diaper.

"You think you're pissed off!" Maya yelled back at Angela. "You both are the luckiest ones here, you and your creepy husband." Maya didn't care that her 'regular' would feel hurt by her words. As far as she was concerned, they were done. They all were. "You not only got an unbelievable necklace, but your breasts would make any man jealous." She pointed at Angela's chest, still annoyed that she got so 'lucky.' "Now, your creepy ass husband is STUCK TO MY ASS!" She pointed to her diapered butt. 

"A fine one at that," the diaper muffled. Sending another stimulating sensation through Maya, causing her to whimper a little. 

"Shut up!" They all screamed toward her diapered ass. 

 "You ungrateful little bitch." The witch's voice sent shivers down everyone's spine as the lights slickered and a breeze rushed through the closed room. "You can't be happy with what you have? Then why have it at all?" A maniacal laugh followed, echoing throughout the room. No one could see where the witch was. Frank didn't want poor Maya to get affected by more magic. Instinctively, he rushed over, standing in front of her, trying to block any magical bolts this time, looking around the room frantically for where the witch would appear. Seeing how Frank responded, Dameon decided he should do the same and quickly followed along with Luna. All of them surrounded Maya, looking around frantically for the witch. Only Angela was left off on the sidelines, completely frozen in fear, remembering what it felt like when the witch had its hands around her neck. Her life was held captive within its grasp.

The witch suddenly appeared behind Maya, in the middle of the group, appearing from under the floor. Frank spun around, trying to attack her while he had the chance, but she sent them all flying across the room with a flick of her wrist, leaving her alone with Maya. "Now, now, sweetie. Mommy's got to correct our little ungrateful baby here." Her purple glowing eyes were filled with malice. Maya had no clue what she was about to do, but she didn't want to stick around to find out.  Maya tried to run away, but her feet somehow merged with the floor, making it impossible for her to move. The ground beneath her looked almost like a pool, with ripples rushing away from where her legs stood. 

"Please... Don't." Maya started to cry, her body flooded with fear.

"There, there, sweetie." The witch's firm hands reached over her shoulders and slowly moved down Maya's chest in a near-seductive manner. Until they reached her breasts. Maya could hear her diaper mumbling again; each time it made a sound, it stimulated her, but she was far too scared even to notice what was happening. The witch grabbed Maya's red lacy bra, causing her to wince slightly, worried for her fate. "I'm just getting the baby her bib." She whispered into Maya's ear, grinning ear to ear. She slowly raised the front of the bra as if removing it, only transforming it into a baby bib. 

Just as suddenly as the witch appeared, it was gone again. Maya's bib was in place, and she could finally move again. Exhausted from the adrenaline, she collapsed to her knees. She couldn't believe she was still alive. Luna and Frank rushed over to her, while Dameon still tried to get his barring after hitting his head against the wall from getting thrown back. Maya could see Luna was now wearing a button-up shirt. She was confused about where it came from but didn't care; she was just glad it was over. Frank removed his jacket and wrapped it around Maya the best he could. Maya was shocked to see it fit her so well. Typically, her breasts made it a little more challenging with men's jackets.

Looking over at Angela, she could see a smirk across her face. Angela also looked like a porn star wearing a men's suit with no shirt on underneath and a massive rack now. Seeing her made Maya want to roll her eyes to the back of her head. "She got so lucky. Wait a minute!" It struck Maya like a ton of bricks. She has worn Frank's jacket before, but it never fit this well. Looking at her chest, she saw the bib with a little cartoon of a witch in a purple hat, with fall leaves all around her as she rode on a broomstick. But what had happened under the bib caused her to blush a deep shade of red while in Frank's arms. Her chest was flat. Her boobs had been completely removed. Maya blushed, realizing what had happened. Now she wish she had just kept her mouth shut.

"Now, does anyone else have a complaint about how 'unfair' I'm being?" The witch mocked before giggling to herself. She looked around the room, seeing the scared expressions on all of their faces. "Maybe THAT will teach them a lesson. I can't believe this generation. DISPICABLE!"  

"No!" they all yelled back in unison. Everyone except Maya as she tried to bury her face in Frank's chest the best she could. She felt humiliated and exposed.

"This is disgusting!" Maya's diaper mumbled. 

"Shut up! You don't get a sa..." Maya started to yell at her diaper when she noticed it was bulkier and yellow-tinted. A blue line formed on the yellow wetness indicator, showing that she had peed herself at some point. Maya felt as if she could die of embarrassment at this point. At least then, her torture would be over. But no. She was stuck in a diaper that was a creepy pervert, and she couldn't take it off.  

The room fell silent. No one knew what to say or do. Not even Miss Goody Two Shoes had anything to say. Maya looked around at them all, blushing, her mouth open in shock, wanting to say something. To defend herself and her dignity, but she couldn't. Not only was she mortified by what took place, but no one else in the group could even make eye contact with her. 

Creek

The door on the other side of the room slowly opened. Giving them an exit to leave from, or at least another room for them to progress through. Everyone looked around at each other. If these last two rooms taught them anything, whatever was on the other side of that door wasn't a way out. None of them knew what would be next, but what choice did they have?

"Maya, I know this sucks." Frank held her close to his chest as they sat on the floor. "But we have to keep moving." He slowly began to rise; her still cradled in his arms, wrapped snuggly in his jacket, which did little to cover her diaper.

[Snowflake182]

Big fan, the horror angle is perfect for spooktober.

[Commwityu]

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I like that they often have some great entertainment lined up, so there's always something fun going on. It can be a good time, whether you’re there for a special occasion or just hanging out with friends.
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[Dwightsune]

The wife showing up and calling her out? That’s some next-level drama. Feels like something straight out of a movie.
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