Beach Rave

 Y'know, I still have yet to go to a rave. don't @ me, I'll do it eventually.

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The first rave of the year was off to an amazing start for Tanner. He was still sober for the time being, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t last long. Out on the beach in the sand, everyone was losing themselves, but the night was still young, and the sun still hovered just over the horizon. Everyone was down in the pit already, but he wanted to take in the scenery first.

Tanner had waded out into the water near some rocks and sat down, taking in the view of the ocean while the lights from the stage reflected off the water. While he sat there, he heard the sound of a woman humming along to the music coming from over behind the rocks. Her voice was almost enthralling, and Tanner decided to go investigate it. He went around the rocks and found her sitting there, stunning, playing with her hair while she looked down in the cup she was holding. She looked over at Tanner as he came up and raised an eyebrow. “What’re you doing out here away from the party?” she asked him.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Tanner replied.

“Fair enough,” she turned to face him, sorta opening herself to him, “I needed to get away to get changed, just couldn’t decide which of my two outfits i brought to wear.” She motioned to the bikini top and skirt sitting on the rock she was standing by, and to the pasties and bikini bottom she was now wearing, the colors matching the fish-scale patterns painted on her with glitter.

She motions to him, “I know what you need,” she said, holding her cup out to him, “a pick-me-up to get you in the mood to party.” he eyed the drink and shrugged, taking it from her, something about the offer coming from her seemed irresistible while he heard her voice. 

He took a big drink of it and handed the cup back to her, and she took it with a smile, sipping some herself. While Tanner watched her, his head started to swim, and he found himself unable to stand. She caught him and guided him to the sand, laying him down. It didn’t take long for the transformation to begin, and the woman sang to him while it did. His body contorted as it snapped and twisted down to a much smaller frame. As the water lapped across his body, his ass filled out, pressing into the sand, and like a quivering bubble rising up from a thick goo, his chest briefly rippled before suddenly bursting out into two breasts. The final suck inward between her legs settled things finally, and the woman ran her fingers through Tori’s long hair.

The woman handed her the remaining outfit to put on, and motioned her off  to the party. As soon as she heard the music, it flicked in her brain. There was nothing she’d rather do than party, and it was all right there waiting for her. For the next 72 hours, every waking moment of Tori’s weekend was spent dancing, fucking, drinking, and partying. There was nothing she’d rather do than this for the rest of her life.