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Jéan knew that the best way to spice up a party was by a good old transformation: popping a pill in her mouth and watching the magic unfold in front of her very eyes as her body and mind transformed into a new, temporary state in which she could party the night away, only for everything to return to normal once the effects have subdued and let her change back to her original body and personality.

She knew that this was a risky game. Getting into a completely new state of mind so suddenly can cause a person to be caught up in the most awkward or even dangerous scenarios, the group of people that she got along with perfectly in one form might turn unfriendly against her in the next. Still, the girl had done this so many times that she had completely convinced herself that she was a pro, and that she was experienced enough to avoid potentially harmful situations. That night however, Jéan was forced to learn not to treat such powerful sorcery so carelessly, and in quite a painful and regretful way too.

Jéan had a group of friends that she liked going out with every night that she could, and the three other girls were just as fanatic about transformation pills as she was. In fact, these were the people that got the teen into the world of TF in the first place as Grete, the "leader" of their friend group had quite good connections to the underground world of transformation pill making through her brother, who made quite good money making them secretly.

Transformation pills, given their dangerous and unpredictable nature, had always been a gray area with the law, and not many clubs allowed them inside. Though the first few were only capable of slightly increasing a woman's curves or elongating a man's penis by a bit, as the technology advanced, they could provide more and more drastic changes to both the users' bodies and minds. Soon they would be capable of turning humans into actual monsters and animals- or so did everyone theorize, so nightclubs and other entertainment facilities were understandably cautious about their use.

Twilight Fever, their favorite place was one of those clubs that allowed the use of these pills. Although they didn't openly advertise it in order to avoid conflict with the authorities, the initials TF should have been a clear indication to any transformation lovers that this club allowed them to live out their transformation fantasies, and indeed, there were a lot more transformed people among the crowd each night than ones still in their original state.

The four girls were waiting to be let in in front of the entrance, as the line had already grown to quite a big size. They always rushed to be early, but this time they had to wait on Jéan, who- quite characteristically of her- was running late because she took too long to get her outfit prepared. This usually wasn't all that justified because she always preferred simple outfits and never put a ton of makeup on, but her outfit that day really did shock the others thanks to how lavish and unique it was, especially considering the girl's usual style.

"Wow, look at you girl!" Grete, the long, blonde haired, freckled and incredibly extroverted self-appointed leader of the girl group greeted her friend as soon as she spotted her in the distance. Despite being quite a few feet away, Jéan didn't have to strain herself to hear her friend, whose loud, piercing voice could be heard in all the surrounding cities if she really did decide to raise her tone.

"Hey guys! I'm so, so, so sorry that I'm late, putting on this thing took so much longer than I thought it would!" The short, red haired girl replied as she tried to walk as fast as she could, but was significantly slowed down by the tall brown fur boots that she was wearing for the first time and just getting used to.

It wasn't her boots however, that attracted the most attention from the others, but the tight, purple bodysuit that hugged to her body so tight that it didn't leave anything to the imagination: the girl had a really well pronounced, curvy body, which usually wasn't fully visible under the casual, slightly loose fitting clothes that she wore, but in this dress, it was absolutely impossible not to see her every curve. The suit consisted of two parts: the bottom, which spanned from her legs to her torso and finally ending at her breasts (leaving most of her chest exposed for everyone to see), and a tight cardigan that she couldn't even try to zip together because of her large boob size. The whole outfit was held together by a belt with a massive shiny, show-offy golden ring in the middle, really showing off just how expensive and rich girl-ey the entire outfit was. Needless to say, the entire group was speechless for a while after barely recognizing their otherwise modest friend, who now looked like the snobbiest girl on the block.

"Wow, wow, wow! Would you look at that, our girl Jéan is trying a new style!" Betty, another one of the girls added. The sassy and infinitely nosy girl was always the one to find out about anything new happening within the group, but even she was taken aback by their friend's new appearance.

"Well I just thought I would try something else today, be a little more... Sexy~" Jéan said with a massive smile on her face, and couldn't even hold back her chuckle by the end of her sentence. Being in these new kind of clothes really did feel a little strange to her, but her friends' positive reaction made her feel very happy.

"Oh Jéan!" Grete suddenly scooted a little closer to her friend, quieting down her tone slightly so that no bystander could hear what she was about to tell her. "I've got just the pills to go with your new style! It's a brand new concoction, I think you will like it very much~"

"You think so?" The girl giggled, not doubting the expertise of her friend in this topic. "In that case, I can't wait to try it out! Let's just hope we get in before the club closes!" She said impatiently, even though she knew that it was her fault that they had to wait so long. Still, the night was young and there was plenty of room inside, so they had no doubts that this was going to be a fantastic party.

It took a little while, but the friends finally got in and sat down not far from their usual spot at the back. As always, the music was blasting pretty loud, so they had to raise their voices to speak- but maybe it was for the best that no one else could really make out what they were talking about. In front of them at the table they were sitting at, were a bunch of pills of different shapes and sizes laid down, and the blonde haired girl was going over each one, explaining their effects- or at least, their intended effects.

"This one's supposed to make you more extroverted, and this is the chill pill. You give it to someone who talks too much! And let's see, these are some breast enlargement ones... I wouldn't recommend them to you right now Jéan, it's already a miracle that your dress isn't exploding off you from all the tightness your boobs are putting on it!" Everyone, including Jéan laughed at the comment, still trying to catch up and memorize all the pills. Grete had the tendency to talk really fast and the booming music certainly didn't help her in being understood.

"Oh right, here it is!" She finally pointed to a small, pink one, sliding it in front of the lavishly dressed girl. "It's simply called 'party girl', whatever that means. Apparently it's a fun one though, and as soon as I saw your outfit for the night, I knew this was the one for you girl!"

Jéan held the tiny pill in her palm, observing it from a little closer. She had already had a few drinks by then, so it wasn't really in her mind to properly think about her decision whether to go into the transformation or not, and she had a bad case of FOMO anyway. There were two things that she didn't want to happen that night: missing out on something fun, and seeming like a chicken in front of her friends. Taking the pill meant a quick and easy solution to both of those fears, so without much thinking, the red haired girl agreed to give it a try.

"Sure thing, I'll try it! But if it gives me donkey ears or something, I'll strangle you right here and now!" She jokingly warned her friend as she popped it into her mouth and took a gulp of her cocktail to wash it down. She didn't really need any help getting these TF pills down, and especially not such small ones, but it seemed much classier and the drink was pretty good anyway.

She didn't feel anything right away, as was usually the case with these magical pills, but after a couple of minutes of chit-chatting with her friends, the first signs of changes started to appear. They seemed mostly physical, firstly affecting her face. The makeup that she put on, which was pretty tame and subtle to begin with, started becoming much more striking and apparent, the colors contrasting more and more from her face as the colors became vibrant. Her hair also started growing a little longer, and the reddish hue that it originally possessed began shifting towards blonde, the entire thing getting wrapped up into a ponytail.

Regarding her body, she also started gaining a bit of weight on her butt and her boobs became rounder as well, not by an absurd amount, but it definitely was noticeable, looking a little like an exaggerated plastic surgery. Overall her appearance changed quite a bit, but the real changes really only started to show in her speech, mannerisms and overall personality, which really started shifting her towards being a real "party girl"... But in all the wrong ways.

"Wow, look at that, are you trying to copy my hairstyle now?" Grete joked as she saw her friend's new appearance slowly take form, the remark sparking laughter between all the friends except for the butt of the joke herself, the transforming Jéan. The bubbly, friendly girl always went along with all the jokes of her friends, but this time, a condescending, almost offended expression sat on her face. She drew her eyebrows together and her lips formed a self-entitled pout, as she turned bright red from the comment.

"And you think that I would be copying you, huh?" She spoke back after the giggling of the group had subdued. "Out of all people, I would be copying the bitch with the worst makeup and the most annoying, screeching voice! What can I say, you're greatly overestimating yourself, Grete."

The others stood in surprise for a little while: friendly banter was common inside of the group- though it was usually much tamer and less personal, and the snarky remarks almost never came from Jéan, the friendliest one of the bunch who would never even want to hurt a fly. Yet now she was the one leaving the group speechless, but only for a little while before the laughter returned from the sheer shock of their familiar girl's strange behavior. They understood that it was probably the effect of the pill, so there was no reason to be offended at whatever she said.

"My makeup? Look at yours, girl! Were you trying to do it in the dark or what?" Came the quick response, the others laughing ever louder as the two girls exchanged what everyone else believed to be just some harmless joke insults.

But it seemed like Jéan wasn't having any of it. Her pissed facial expression didn't seem to loosen up at all, if anything, it only got angrier and angrier. "What absolute losers you all are! Giggling like crazy people while the queen of the dance floor is sitting right in front of you!" She said, fuming and standing up from the table.

"Queen of the dance floor? Then why don't you go ahead and present your skill to us? My favorite song is coming on soon anyway~" Betty winked at the increasingly bitchy girl, who even though got flustered at first, had to accept the challenge to avoid embarrassing herself on the spot.

"P-present? You mean you want me to go and dance right now?" She pretended not to understand what the others meant, but after they all nodded, she got up and started inching towards the dance floor with the others following her. "Sure! Now at least you all will get to see just how brightly I shine under the spotlight!"

A new song was just about to begin, so it was the perfect time for the girl to actually start showcasing her skill, which she slowly, and hesitantly started to do. She was absolutely and completely confident in her skills, there was no doubt in her mind that she could dance anyone off the dancefloor, yet her body just didn't seem to move in the way that she imagined it would.

"Unbelievable..." She thought to herself as she awkwardly moved her body around, struggling to bust out any moves due to her tight suit and uncomfortable boots. "I know how to dance, I just know that I do! Come on now, I just need to get into the mood, maybe I just need another drink... Or perhaps have I had one too many drinks?"

She kept trying to explain her awkward situation away for herself in her own head, while she kept trying to dance to no avail, looking more like a confused and drunk girl trying to do some sort of an alternative gymnastics routine than the "queen of the dancefloor" like she had declared herself out to be. No matter her efforts and no matter how hard she tried to cope with the fact that she actually did suck at dancing, she just couldn't get herself together, shooting death stares in the direction of her friends who were looking at her from afar, giggling at her attempts to impress them.

But the new, transformed Jéan wasn't one to give up. The more frustrated she got, the harder she tried- which might have been a fairly good quality to have in almost any other walk of life, but dancing, she just couldn't force. As she was awkwardly swinging her arms around, she accidently hit a few people, bumped into them as she was trying to make space, all while mumbling insults and quiet "get out of the way"-s under her breath, quickly gaining the dislike of everyone else at the bar.

That was when her friends saw that Jéan might have gone a little bit too far in her transformation, and that allowing her to continue embarrassing herself- although it would have been amusing- wouldn't have been something that good friends would allow her to do. So after seeing her getting into a smaller argument with someone that spilled half their drink as a result of her bumping into them, they deemed it best to intervene and prevent the increasingly bitchy girl from causing any more trouble to herself or to others.

"Hey Jéan, why don't we get another round of drinks?" Grete got up from the table and tried to approach her furiously red faced friend in an attempt to distract her from the challenge and get her away from the dancefloor. But Jéan was beyond help by that point.

"Oh yeah? You send me off to the dance floor to embarrass myself when you KNOW that I haven't had my warmup, and just as I'm starting to get into form, you try to distract my attention so that I don't get a chance to prove myself?!" The girl yelled with an increasingly loud and squeaky tone, getting the attention of even those who were oblivious to her before.

"Come on now, I think you'll dance better after you've had a few more cocktails, the next round is on me!" Grete kept desperately trying to convince her friend, but she could see in her eyes that it was mission impossible by that point. Jéan's mind had been completely overtaken by the pill and there was no use trying to reason with her; the only reasonable thing to do would have been to grab her and pull her out of the club forcibly to save her some face, but Grete wasn't able to do that.

"You're not my friend! None of you are! You are all losers and now I realize that I've just been making a fool of myself for even hanging around this pathetic little group of toxic bitches! I've had enough, I've had enough of all of you! Don't come near me or I will notify the authorities!" Jéan screamed straight into Grete's face, who couldn't even speak or move from the shock she just got by this highly unusual and aggressive behavior. The "party girl"'s expression turned to a slight, obnoxious smirk as she realized that she said something her newfound enemy couldn't reply to, before storming off and disappearing inside the group of people.

"Absolutely and utterly unbelievable these people, they think they're worthy enough to be around me, they think they can just laugh in my face like that... Common peasants, I was way too cool to hang out with them anyways..." She muttered under her breath as she aggressively pushed herself through the crowd to disappear from her former friends' lines of sight.

Jéan was now put in front of a decision: she could either go home and be defeated, or try to make friends with all these people that she didn't know. In her normal form, though friendly and bubbly, she always had a fair bit of anxiety when meeting new people, but in this new form, that was also mixed with a feeling of superiority. She saw everyone else with a bit of disgust: so many common peasants, simply here to get drunk and get laid, not even acknowledging the presence of the brightest shining star in the room! But she couldn't just simply admit defeat and go home, she had to prove to her "friends" that she could have a perfectly good time without them, and that everyone else was dying to make friends with her.

Luckily for her, she didn't have to make friends with anyone on this floor, as she soon spotted a door with an "Exclusive" sign. Perfect, she thought, even though she definitely didn't have a ticket to go in there, her prestige and superiority alone would definitely grant her the privileges to get into any part of the club that she liked. Looking around sneakily to make sure that no one was looking at her, she acted natural and simply went in through the door, quickly shutting it behind herself.

She half-expected herself to be greeted face first with a bouncer who would ask for her ticket or something, but to her surprise, it really didn't seem like there was anyone enforcing who could and couldn't get into the exclusive part of the club. As she looked around, she noticed that the room wasn't much different than the rest of the club, only a couple more comfortable places to sit, and their own bar, where no one had to stand in the line due to how much fewer people were in this part.

Getting into the exclusive section was one thing, but now Jéan had to figure out actually what to do. Turning back now would be the most embarrassing thing ever, and she would certainly be caught coming in and out of the room by club security. So she tried to act natural and sat down at one of the tables, where a group of guys were talking and laughing loudly over some drinks. They seemed the best dressed- although a bit intimidating- so the girl decided that they were the coolest ones to hang out around.

"Hey girl!" one of the men called out to Jéan as soon as he saw her approaching. "you wanna sit with us a little bit~?"

Jéan's heart started beating so fast that she thought she was going to pass out; finally someone acknowledged her greatness? Someone actually wanted to hang out with her? She wasn't delusional after all, her thoughts of being a popular, cool girl were actually a reality! At first, she couldn't even move or speak from the surprise, but naturally, she ended up accepting the request.

"H-huh y- if you insist, I suppose I can sit with you... For a while!" She finally collected herself and sat down at the table next to the guys, actually feeling like the coolest girl around. Although she still looked at the people she was surrounded by as inferiors, she had to admit that she felt quite accomplished.

"So what brings you here? We don't recognize you." The guy who called her over asked, leaving the girl flustered for a little while.

"Well, well... Since I'm one of the most important members of the club, I have been given permission to enter any room and any area of the club! Technically I'm the only person who's giving this strange little place any prestige at this point, so they're technically begging for me to be at their club!" She bragged, her lies getting more and more elaborate as they talked.

At first, the men at the table were confused, but as she went on and on, they soon realized that they were simply just dealing with a massive bitch. This was exactly the type of person they were looking for: an insecure, annoying slut, pretending to be self confident and doing anything that she possibly could to maintain that image.

"Hey, that's nice and all that..." A second guy interrupted Jéan as she was explaining how she got a special award for her dancing from an African monarch. She definitely took the interruption as an offense, but there was still enough self control in her to let the other one speak instead of leaving this group as well right away- though she was seriously thinking about it.

"If we're really dealing with such an important person here, then I reckon we should go to the VIP room, don't you?" He asked, winking at her suggestively.

"The VIP room?" Jéan's head was reeling: she was only an impostor here in the exclusive part, but now she had an actual, legitimate personal invitation to the VIP! "Yes, yes of course, take me to the VIP straight away. This place disgusts me, I want to go to where I actually belong!"

"Then follow us~" The guys stood up from the table, exchanging slight grins between each other, grabbing the girl by the waist and heading towards a door at the back of the room.

It didn't look particularly "VIP" at all, in fact, it was just a regular door with no signs or text or anything. At first, Jéan was confused, but she didn't dare to ask anything about it in order not to humiliate herself; after all, she's never actually been to a VIP room, maybe they were all insignificant like that to avoid getting the attention of all the peasants who were not invited in. One of the guys went ahead and opened up the door, and at that instant, someone behind her pushed the girl with such force that she flew face first into the room, hitting the hard floor face first and even losing her consciousness for a few seconds.

She couldn't really tell for how long she was knocked out for, but it must have only been a couple of seconds, since the men hadn't "gotten to work" yet, they were just standing around and admiring the girl who was slowly regaining her mind on the floor. The girl looked around with blurry vision to try to make out where she was; she remembered that she was supposed to be in a VIP room, but all she saw around herself was a brightly lit small, sterile room with a bunch of cleaning supplies all around. The white tiled floor below her was slightly painted red from the blood that dripped out of her mouth after having bitten her tongue from the fall. It hurt a lot, but the fear of what would happen next was much more overwhelming than the temporary, yet sharp pain she felt in her tongue, and the disorientation in her head that was still spinning from the rough landing.

There was nowhere to go: the guys standing around her formed a half ring which was finished by the hard wall on the other side, and even if she managed to break through the chain, she would be greeted with a closed door obstructed by a heavy box of supplies. Despite her short loss of consciousness, the effects of the transformation still hadn't faded away, so instead of thinking clearly and trying to carefully wiggle her way out of her situation- with as little chance as she had anyway- the new persona took over once again.

"Don't just stand around and watch, you losers! Who's gonna help a fallen lady up from the floor? And which one of you pushed me, I want to know who that was in this instant!" She squealed with a weak voice as she was still panting a little bit, purposefully not even trying to get up from the ground so that one of the guys would have to help her up.

" 'twas me." One of the bigger guys came forth with a smug grin on his face, as if he was proud of what he had done. Jéan expected an apology, but what she got was even worse than the initial fall, as the guy kicked her in the chest, causing her to fly against the wall and hit it with a loud thud, knocking the wind out of her.

Now coughing and panting, Jéan was beyond mad, but she couldn't continue her hissy fit for any longer because the men really got to work on her. The one who originally called her over to the table reached out to her breast and tore the tight piece of clothing off with ease, letting her boobs spill out for everyone to see, even giving it a firm grip just as a tease while the others laughed at the absolute embarrassment of their victim.

"H-how dare you? How dare you?" Jéan squealed in a pitch higher than she ever imagined she would be capable of doing, but she couldn't talk for long, as a hand grabbed her face from the side and pushed a few fingers into her mouth, gagging her and making it impossible to talk or make any sort of significant sound. She wanted to scream for help, but she couldn't; instead, the strong group dragged her out to the middle of the room to rip the rest of her clothes off her body, tearing off her earrings painfully and ridding her of all other jewelry before properly getting their hands on her.

The girl was pinned to the ground by a couple of strong hands before her buttcheeks were pried open and a cock was inserted into her vagina. It was painful enough as it is to be so suddenly entered by an oversized dick, but the second one soon followed suit and made matters even worse, as for the first time in her life, the girl's asshole was also filled with a guy's meat. The hand that obstructed her mouth that far was now joined by another, as one of the men completely pulled her mouth apart and got his strong, hard fingers between her teeth to make way for the third point of entry. This gave her a small window of opportunity to scream, but the panicked sound was soon muffled by the third cock, which was now gagging and completely silencing its victim from its girth, length and just how far its user managed to shove it down her throat.

Getting gang-raped like this would have been a super painful and disturbing experience to even the regular Jéan, but the new, transformed version made matters even worse. She fought and cried to try to escape and regain some of her face, if the three massive members weren't causing enough pain, her massive ego being beaten to the ground like that certainly was. Tears streamed down her face and ruined her vibrant makeup, which was further washed away by several cumshots landing on her face and painting it with sticky white stripes.

She felt the cocks cumming into her one by one as her pussy, ass and mouth were all filled with semen, but there really wasn't much time to rest, because just as soon as the men inside of her had finished, they pulled out and quickly switched places with the ones who were the ones holding her down until then, so round two commenced quicker than she could even realize what was going on. It seemed that the group were experienced rapists and had done this many times before; being treated like "just one of their victims" was even more dehumanizing for the fragile and egoistic girl.

To her credit though, she put on quite a bit of a fight against her assaulters, kicking and wiggling at every opportunity she was given and biting down hard on the fingers that were holding her mouth open, even if it meant her hair being pulled even harder. But after all, it was impossible to prevent or stop anything from happening from that point, the whole thing was completely out of her control.

After the second round finished and the remaining three penises were also pulled out of her, Jéan could finally start catching her breath, thanking God that the entire ordeal was finally over. Still, the whole experience filled her with an overwhelming rage, knowing she wouldn't be able to report it to the police because she would get in trouble for the pills as well; upon reviewing the security cameras, they would certainly notice her, and a bunch of other guests transforming, so sadly she was all alone in this. In her final bitterness as she saw that the guys were about to leave, she whispered out a final "Animals..." remark towards them, thinking it wouldn't really make a difference after all that... But only after seeing the group looking at each other and heading back towards her, did she realize that this was a massive mistake, and that the worst was probably just yet to come.

"Did you not get enough cock in your mouth to get you to stop talking, bitch?" One of them yelled at her and kicked her straight in the stomach, which was a sign for everyone else to start beating her up. Suddenly two more of them grabbed onto her hair and started pulling it out- it was fake as she got it from the transformation, but the feeling was still incredibly painful, and seeing so much of her blonde hair on the ground now drenched in blood and cum was something that she wished she would have never seen.

Whatever hair was left remaining on her head was used to grab hold of her and start beating her head on the floor, while one of the others took off his belt and began intensely whipping the naked girl to the point where the red lines took up more of her body than white skin left untouched. Someone else grabbed one of the brooms from the supply closet and showed it far up her asshole; it was already loosened up enough by the cocks that were inside of her before, but none of them got up this far, it properly felt like being impaled and Jéan was pretty sure that more of the broom was up inside of her by the end, than the parts that were still outside.

The punching, kicking and beating lasted for several more minutes, all the while the men hurled insults at the half-conscious girl to dehumanize her even more. They enjoyed seeing her be so broken, this is why they chose the bitchiest, most self confident and self entitled girl at the club. Since Jéan's mouth was not covered up by anything anymore, she kept on screaming as loud as she could, until she felt like her throat was starting to bleed- yet no one seemed to hear her from outside the thin little door of the supply room. What was more likely is that simply no one cared, but why would no one come to the help of a screaming victim after just having seen her be kicked inside? Not only was she being assaulted, she was also being abandoned: the queen of the night, the brightest star on the dance floor being raped and assaulted harder than she even thought was possible, and not one soul came to help her. This thought was what finally broke the transformed Jéan, and she stopped screaming as she realized that calling out for help simply wouldn't do her any good.

When the group realized that their victim wasn't screaming anymore, they finally decided that it was time to let her go. They probably could have gotten away with murder here if they really wanted it, but somehow leaving the egoistic bitch to live out the rest of her life with such a humiliating memory sounded even more brutal to them. So eventually the whipping, and hitting stopped, and her hair was let go of to allow the victim's head to fall down on the ground.

"Anything else to say?" The same guy who initiated the assault asked, and after getting to reply at all, repeated his question once again to force a response from the barely-conscious girl. "DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY TO US?"

Her voice completely gone now, the roughed up Jéan could only weakly shake her head, hoping that this would finally draw the men away from her. And for the very first time in the course of the entire night, luck was finally on her side and the group, after seeing her humbled response, decided to leave her alone, shoving the box out of the way of the door so that they could leave.

"Oh and one more thing..." The guy said with his hand on the doorknob before opening it up. "You're not telling anyone about this. We can and will find you, and we can and absolutely will mess you up more than this time if word ever gets out about our little adventure together."

He waited for Jéan to nod her head in acknowledgement before continuing his threat.

"Now go and clean up the room spotless and make sure to wash yourself so that no one can tell that you were being slutty tonight. We will come back later tonight and if we find a drop of blood, we WILL give you hell." He said, opening up the door and letting his friends head out. "And make sure we don't see your ugly face around this club ever again."

With that, the last man left the room as well, slamming the door forcefully behind him and leaving the roughed up girl completely alone in the room. By that point, the transformation pill's effects were finally starting to die down, Jéan's body gaining back its original contours and mind clearing up again. There she was, lying naked on the cold tiles of a dirty supply closet, with a few hours of cleaning work ahead of her to get rid of every single piece of evidence of her own rape.