Stiletto heels clicking with each cautious step, broad tightly sheathed tushes swaying with each stride, the 3 altered friends nervously explored the manor house their out-of-control bodies had brought them to the prior evening.
They moved down long, darkened corridors, from one cavernous room to the next. Each room was filled to the brim with full bookcases, curio cabinets, and displays.
Strange esoteric relics, artifacts, and ephemera were in abundance. "It's like a bloody museum," Steven whispered.
"One that no one visits." Carly scowled as she ran a gloved finger across a table displacing a great deal of dust.
"No sign of anyone or a phone yet. Why did we come here?" Liz wondered aloud from the lead.
"Well, well, well. You've been busy, haven't you my little friend?" a voice called out, startling the trio.
The three reflexively huddled together. "Who's there?!?" Liz snapped back.
A petite, pretty young woman with short dark hair, black-lipstick, and punk/goth garb stepped out of the shadows.
"Me. I'm here. So, you got loose, AND, you ensnared 3 tossers I see."
"Who are you calling a tosser, slag?" Steven shouted back.
The girl giggled. "Feisty. Impressive for a bloke who's suddenly found himself with a cunt."
"Who are you?!? What is going on?!?!" Carly demanded.
"So, what's the plan?' the mysterious young woman asked.
"You tell me?!?!' Liz snarled.
"I'm not talking to you, lady." the girl answered. "I was talking to that piece of a demi-god dangling between your legs.
Liz looked down, as her new cock grew hard as if to answer. "What in the Hell?!?!"
"I'm afraid you 3 are now stuck bearing and servicing the last remaining bit of the Roman God of wine, pleasure, and debauchery, Bacchus. Congratulations." the young woman laughed.