Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit.
The first thing Lynn noticed was the quiet. The silence last night was creepy, sure, but this morning, more so.
No birds,
was the thought,
Better look in on the girls.
Lynn, a creature of habit, did her morning ablutions first. She walked down the hall later, scrubbed clean, hair combed, teeth brushed; a woman who disliked unkempt appearances, even before her best friends.
Charlotte and Maria were not in their rooms.
Odd,
but only slightly. Her friends were early risers. No sign of them in the kitchen either.
Strange, they left the door open.
The morning outside was bright and cloudless. The air, warm with little humidity.
Perfect,
Lynn thought,
But damn! It's so quiet.
Her friends were at the pier, sitting. Lynn noticed they were also nude.
Skinny dipping,
she smiled, remembering mischievous nude swims of old. Maria and Charlotte were quietly chatting when Lynn reached them.
"So how's the water?"
"Nice and cool," Charlotte answered.
"We're about to go in again," added Maria.
Her BFF's smiles told Lynn she didn't have to ask further. Off came her white tee and daisy dukes, and Lynn was nude like the others.
Lynn, of the Club, was the most fit. She had the curves, yes, but sported the best muscle tone. Maria thought Lynn would be perfect as a fitness model.
Lynn's skin was also the lightest of the three. Her hair was medium brown, to Maria and Charlotte's glossy black. Her eyes were blue-gray to the others' dark amber.
Lynn was also the shyest, though not more so than her contemporaries. She was comfortable nude around friends and husband but dressed conservatively outside those circles. Still, under certain circumstances such as the present, she could step up and be as adventurous as the others.
Her friends stood by patiently while she stretched. Lynn, in body and personality, was the least curvy and the most demure. Her style was "girl next door", a trait attractive to more than a few. It didn't surprise the others when she became the first to settle down.
"You ready?" smiled Charlotte.
"Just about."
"Hey, let's race to the middle," suggested Maria. "Last one there has to make breakfast."
"Ha! You two better hope I win," laughed Charlotte.
The trio dived in. Charlotte, the best swimmer, won handily. The other two argued, in good humor, over who came second.
"Tell you what. I got here first so both of you treat me to breakfast."
"Oh good grief, Charlotte!" the other two chorused.
The Curvy Club floated in the lake like a trio of water nymphs waiting for an unlucky (or very lucky) fisherman.
"We must be something to look at," Lynn remarked.
"I guess. I know some college boys in Miami who'd like to see these," Maria giggled, glancing at her breasts.
Maria and Charlotte floated close to Lynn, on either side of her. Lynn didn't notice, nor would she think it odd if she had.
"You know Lynn?" Charlotte said, "Me and Maria found something here while you were asleep."
"Here? In the lake? Ooo, what is it? A sunken boat?"
"No," Maria giggled, "It's cooler than that. It's a cave."
"A cave? Damn! You think other people know about it?"
"I don't know," Maria replied.
"We don't think anyone else knows," Charlotte added, "There are things in it. Strange, beautiful things. I think people would make a big noise if they knew."
"Oooo, what kind of things? New creatures? Precious stones?"
"You'll have to see for yourself," Maria whispered.
The waters around the trio began to bubble.
"Uh, girls? Something's happening to the lake. I think we better go."
Charlotte and Maria didn't move, lips curled in enigmatic smiles, which disturbed Lynn.
Something's seriously wrong here.
"Relax Lynn," said Charlotte.
"Yes, relax Lynn. It's part of the beautiful thing we'll show you."
The waters bubbled like a spa. Lynn wasn't relaxed. The Stepford smiles on her friends did not help.
"Okay girls, this isn't funny! I'm getting out of here!"
Charlotte and Maria drew close and grabbed Lynn, hugging her between their bodies.
"What the fuck! What are you doing?!" Lynn squirmed and struggled.
"Relax Lynn," Charlotte breathed in her ear.
"It'll be over soon," whispered Maria in the other.
"Yes it will! 'Cause you two are going to let me go right now!"
Lynn struggled, sandwiched between her friends. The waters churned and swirled. Charlotte and Maria pressed tight, skin to skin, with Charlotte's breasts against Lynn's, and Maria's against her shoulder blades. Lynn could not help but be extremely conscious of their nude bodies against hers, in spite her panic.
What's happened to them!
The wrongness was obvious. Charlotte and Maria were like a pair of hypnotized drones.
The trio, Lynn squirming all the way, began to whirl around together.
"Don't be afraid," Charlotte and Maria said in unison.
"Who . . . the hell . . . are you?!" Lynn grunted. These two couldn't be her friends.
It's like they're pod people!
The two smiled at her like bland mannequins.
The women whirled in the churning water. Lynn just had time to draw in breath before the went under. The waters swirled and bubble for a few moments more, and then settled to placid glass, and once again, the lake was quiet.
Lynn woke in the tunnel. Her memory was a confused swirl of churning water and nude women. She raised her wet body and coughed. Her body swayed dizzily. Lynn waited until the nausea passed then gazed around. Two emotions dominated: confusion and anger.
Where the fuck are those bitches?! We are going to have a talk!
Voices floated from the end of the tunnel, as if in reply
"Lynnnnn! Come and see!"
"Yes Lynn, come and see the beautiful things."
Lynn couldn't tell which one spoke. The tunnel distorted the voices. The direction, to her right, was not a good prospect. The temptation to go the other way was overwhelming. The passageway curved towards a mystery chamber emitting a pink glow. Faint, soft, and wet sounds drifted to her ears, ominous but strangely erotic.
"Come on in Lynn, it's soooo wonderful."
The voice, Charlotte or Maria, beckoned, mischievous and enticing like a siren. Lynn was torn; wisdom said to go the opposite direction.
This is where the idiot chooses whether or not to go into the haunted house, and they always do.
Unfortunately Lynn saw the other end was a solid wall of obsidian.
Dead end.
There's no choice. I can't stay here forever. It's the haunted house or nothing.
Besides, an adventurous, curious part deep within her wanted to know.
What is at the other end? Why did the girls do this?
The tunnel was warm and humid, growing increasingly fetid as she drew closer to the glow. The wet sounds resolved into distinct noises; familiar sounds Lynn thought akin to lovemaking.
They sound like skin on skin.
Other sounds, moans, groans, gasps, grunts, and sighs accompanied the sensual music.
Oh, did the girls draw me to an orgy?
It could explain their strange behavior.
Maria might be up for it but Charlotte?
It was a daring prospect for Lynn. The Club came close in the past but never quite went over the top. Lynn never asked what her BFF's did outside their circle.
Lynn rounded the curve to see the entrance to the chamber. Her friends stood there, nude and wet, illuminated by the pink glow behind them.
"Girl's what . . .?" Lynn started, but the two smiled, turned, and walked into the chamber.
Lynn frowned, breathed, quietly counted to ten, and walked forward, into the strangest, and most insane, stunning, and terrifying scene ever seen in her entire life.
Once, in Australia, Lynn took a scuba dive to the Great Barrier Reef. Among her best memories, besides the colorful exotic fish, were the almost endless carpet of sea anemones, beautiful, in the colors of the rainbow.
It seemed strange, a beautiful memory entering her mind at this moment. Perhaps it was the anemone-like pods filling the chamber, or the thick, fetid atmosphere she could cut with a knife, or the streams of thick, clear, oily fluid raining from the ceiling.
Maybe her mind was desperately erecting a barrier to the horrific sight before her. The sight of her friends, Charlotte and Maria, nude and slick, beaming smiles at . . . her friends, Charlotte and Maria, also nude, also very, very slick, and also extremely, powerfully pregnant.
The other Charlotte and Maria's breasts were heavily swollen, swollen well past their double D's into giant-sized breast lover's fantasy.
There were things on her friends' breasts: giant, tentacled suction cups pumping and milking them like human cows.
Gravid Charlotte, who'd seen her friend enter, stared at Lynn with a strange mixture of despair and erotic ecstasy. She moaned around the tentacles stuffed in her mouth. Her throat moved, gulping down the nutrients. Her hands stroked around her enormous belly.
Maria's head was tilted back, her eyes shut, a long, thick, penile tentacle filled her mouth. Her throat, too, worked to keep up with the fluids pumped into her body.
Maria's body, shockingly, was larger than Charlotte's; giant G melons pumped and squeezed by the suctions, their hoses expanding to handle the steady flow of milk into the storage tanks. Her giant belly throbbed, reflecting Charlotte's own movements.
The sight, for Lynn, overwhelmed enough, but the lower view tipped her over.
Things, strange, alien, monsters were emerging from her friends' pussies, with shocking, assembly line regularity.
Charlotte's body produced lizards, strange reptilian babies. The creatures from Maria's body looked like baby calves . . . with tusks.
The creatures came at roughly one per minute. Umbilical cords were severed; the crying babies conveyor-belted away, on a wave of tentacle pods.
