WARNING: Behold, my slightly more unrestrained id. Proceed at your own risk.

The crowd had already worked itself into a self-sustaining frenzy by the time the half-time show came rolling around. As the heavy steps of the football players left the field, it was time for something new to take the stage. A band nestled in the bleachers started up, blaring out some generic rock and roll riff as a lone figure sprinted along the yardage markers, pumping its fists in an attempt to hype up the crowd.

One by one, they started cheering as they recognized the profile of Orville Eagle, Wright College’s official mascot. Orville continued to run for the centerfield line, only to pitch himself forward into an awkward, but still impressive front flip, his bulky, artificial feathered wings flapping through the air in a vain attempt to increase his airtime. Orville landed and dropped to one knee, bringing the tips of his wings up to his ears and whooping up the crowd, daring them to cheer louder. Finally, he whirled about and pointed directly behind him as a small but energetic squad of cheerleaders burst on to the scene, surrounding Orville in perfect formation.

“Ready?” the tall blonde in the front of the pack shouted out to her squad, the audience and everyone in earshot. The girls surrounding her knew that their leader’s question was less of an inquiry and more of a battlecry.
“OK!” the pep squad thundered back in return, breaking into their routine. Two of the six girls charged forward, stooping low on either side of Orville, waiting for their counterparts to leapfrog over them while loudly extolling the prowess and virility of the home team. In perfect synchronicity, the four girls cartwheeled towards each other, criss-crossing paths to end up in the spot formerly occupied by the person across from them.

“E-A-G-L-E!” they chanted in unison while Orville flexed his felt muscles. “We’ll cheer our team to victory!” The two members of the squad who had lingered behind charged forward, tumbling forward into a synchronized front-flip “What’s our fate? What’s our quest? To show the world that we’re the best!”

Orville jogged to one side to prevent himself from obstructing the view of the girls as they started to form a six person pyramid, capped by a statuesque blonde with a megaphone.
“Alright Eagles! I wanna hear you make some noise!” she roared over the din.


Meanwhile, hidden from the cacophony of the crowd and the blinding gridiron floodlights, sinister dealings were afoot.

Two lanky, somewhat socially challenged boys slunk underneath the bleachers, their eyes constantly scanning their surroundings in case they were seen. Ahead, they saw their destination: A large water cooler resting on a folding table near the path off the field.
“You got it?” one whispered to the other.
“You asked me five times already, and YES, I have it!” his partner snapped back at him. He reached into the pocket of his hoodie and withdrew a rolled up paper pouch.
“Where’d you get this stuff anyway?”
“My cousin knows a guy who works at a lab” the one holding the bag answered “That big, spooky looking factory on the outside of town that’s always hiring new people? He managed to pull a few strings and get this, and is passing it on to us!”
“Whoa” his co-conspirator held up a hand “What exactly are we dumping in here? I wanna incapacitate the football team, not poison them!”
“Relax, Ted” his friend shot back as he unscrewed the top of the cooler “It’s totally harmless. Cousin Rick promised me it would just get them off of their feet”
“Sending a few fake emails to make sure most of the cheerleading squad didn’t show up is one thing” Ted griped “but this is pretty risky. You absolutely sure this’ll work out?”
“Do you WANT to see the Eagles take home the trophy again?” The boy with the bag inquired as he emptied the sweet-smelling powder it contained into the fruit punch in the cooler. He gave it a few quick stirs to insure that it had been completely dissolved. “Trust me, as soon as those jocks get a sip of this stuff, they’ll be out of the game and the Redbrook Rams will finally be the winning team”…


“And the score is final!” the booming voice of the sportscaster thundered across the stadium. “Eagles win, 32-16! It looks like Wright University is hanging on to the championship for another year, and the Rams are going home empty handed!”

As the crowd lit up into a deafening cheer, the team of exhausted cheerleaders gave one final roar of excitement before disappearing off of the gridiron through a gap in the bleachers, rubbing their necks, massaging sore arms and wiping sweat from their brows.

“Good hustle out there girls” The team captain, Wendy replied as she clapped an arm over the shoulder of the girl next to her. “I like to think we’re the ones to really helped the Eagles score that final down. And that goes double for you Orville” she mentioned, turning her head and flicking her blonde hair out of the way to look back at the team mascot, trailing behind them. He gave a half-hearted wave with one wing, to the chuckle of Gabe, the caramel skinned brunette walking next to him.

“Hey” said Sheila, the wide-eyed girl next to Wendy. She blew a dirty blonde strand of hair out of her eyes. “I’m just, totally dehydrated over here.” She pointed over a nearby cooler. “Is that for us?”
“Should be” answered Gabrielle from behind her “The players have their own waterboy on the other side of the stadium”
Sheila was the first to reach the refreshments, grabbing from a stack of nearby plastic cups and filling it with the red, sweet-smelling liquid that came out of the barrel’s tap. She took a gulp as Wendy followed, with the dark-skinned Jade and her pal Becky next in line.
“Is this stuff some loathsome power-drink, like ‘Jolt’ or ‘Voltage’?” Becky raised an eyebrow “I made an oath never to drink anything that included electrical terminology in its name”
“Relax Rebecca” Gabe answered back, taking a sip “It’s just fruit punch. Kinda good actually” she smiled as she took a larger swig.
Jade nabbed her own cup, staying characteristically silent. Dizzy was last in line, filing two cups and offering one to Orville. The eagle made a gesture that could be implied as shaking his head before holding up a water bottle clutched in one wing.

“Suit yourself” the cheerleader shrugged, downing one cup and then immediately deciding to start on the other.  

Almost everyone had finished their respective beverages by the time they reached the change room. Gabe offered her cup up to Orville as he tromped inside.
“Sure you don’t want any?”

The eagle finally brought his wings up to his head, fumbling with the hefty beak of the costume before finally removing it, revealing the sweaty young lady inside.
“No thanks” she shrugged “You guys do realize that stuff’s basically soda pop, right?”
“It’s really good stuff Amata, for Powerade” Gabe replied, finishing off the last of her libations.
“Hmm” Wendy smacked her lips as she removed her V-neck top “As far as ‘ades’ go, it tastes more like a Gatorade”
“Or maybe it IS some kinda energy drink.” Sheila wondered as she wriggled out of her skirt “Did anyone else feel kinda fizzy when they drank it?”
“Better than Red Bull” Becky said, raising an eyebrow “Remember last year when we were all hooked on that stuff for a month or two?”
“Ooh” Gabe laughed “And Jade drank half a case because she had a test the next morning! We found her up in the oak tree in the quad with notes all over her arms and no shirt!”
Jade responded by burying her face in her pompoms.
Wendy clapped her on the shoulder as she passed by, shooting a wince at Gabe, who responded by shrugging and turning her gaze elsewhere.
“Never really trusted that stuff” Sheila remarked “I mean, it’s not even red! Talk about false advertising”
“Sheila Mosewitz everybody” Amata though to herself silently, stifling her rebuttal as she knew it would be pointless.

Satisfied that her point was made, Sheila grabbed a towel and marching towards the showers, stopping only to toss her panties back towards the pile of clothes that lay near her lockers. The women’s change room was an “L” shaped space, with a row of lockers lining the main space leading up to a bench on the far wall, which opened left to the showers. It was spacious, but didn’t afford much privacy, making the girls get used to changing in each other’s midst.

Amata sat down with an audible “oophm” and squirted water from her bottle into her waiting mouth. She sighed, still sweating inside of her bulky eagle costume, but also gathering the energy to get up and start peeling the thing off. She watched as Dizzy quickly joined Sheila in the showers, probably hoping to get in before she used up all of the hot water. Sheila was usually pretty punctual, but the girl took forever when it came to cleaning up.

“Need some help there sexy?” Gabe smiled, standing over Amata.
“Please” the mascot responded, flapping her fake wings feebly with a tired smile.
Gabe pulled Amata to her feet, then circled around and started unzipping her colleague. The thick eagle costume grew baggier as it opened along the back, allowing the girl within room to pull her arms out of the feathered sleeves. The bulky wings fell away, freeing her hands, which poked up out of the large collar of the suit. Gabe tossed her friend a towel and watched her dry off the sweat against her neck and face.

“Thanks” She panted, even as Gabe retrieved a small pair of spectacles from Amata’s bag and placing then on her nose. Amata blinked, the strain lifted from her eyes. Those bright, grey eyes of hers…
“Sorry, did you want your towel back?” Amata inquired, noticing her friend staring at her.
“Ah, hang on to it” Gabe muttered, scampering off towards the showers. “I’ll need it when I get out.

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Wendy wriggled out of her skirt and took a moment to sit down, finishing up her cup of punch and sighing. The team had done good, all points considered. Check that, they had done GREAT. Six girls keeping an entire stadium in an uproar was a damn impressive feat. She looked about the room at her squad, the five other girls loyal or boneheaded enough to disregard the email about tonight’s game being rescheduled (obviously a ruse by some malcontent) and show up. She was so damn proud of her team, every one of them.

Becky was busy packing away her cheerleader suit, still clad in her sports underwear. Wendy knew that she wouldn’t be joining the others in the showers, her sense of modesty forbidding such an act of exhibition.  Gabe and Sheila of course, had no such compunctions, and Dizzy was already on her way out, a towel wrapped around her. Desdemona, as she was known by her parents, gave her team Captain a wink as she started to dry her curly red hair. Wendy rolled her eyes, turning instead to Jade, who was busy reapplying her makeup, which had run slightly in the intensity of her routine.

“You missed a spot there” Wendy offered teasingly
Jade offered a sideways sneer before returning to the hand mirror. She then glanced back at her friend.
“Wendy, you’re looking a little green”
“Alright!” Wendy threw up her hands “Sorry I said anything!”
“No” Jade reiterated “You’re actually looking GREEN…”
Wendy’s eyes drifted downwards and widened as a faint emerald tinge started to grow more and more pronounced against her skin, while simultaneously a deep gurgling began to sound from her stomach.

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Gabrielle let the warm water from the showerhead slide the soap off her body, taking the layer of sweat and stink off with it. She was never one to complain about getting a little ripe, but smelling like she did right now had a tendency to keep friends at a distance, which she certainly didn’t want. Gabe stole a glance sideways at Sheila’s naked form, the path her eyes traced along the fellow cheerleaders curvy figure briefly interrupted as she washed the shampoo out of her short, brown hair. Sometimes, it felt like she was cheating. It seemed too easy. All it took was an hour of acrobatics, and then she could spend the entire evening watching a dozen or so of the most beautiful women on campus change and wash themselves right in front of her.

But as pleasing as Shelia was, she was ultimately just something to look at. Her eyes drifted out of the shower and into the main change room, watching Amata wriggle free from the heavy, woolen costume, her narrow, gymnasts body shedding the bulky over layer like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis. Gabe had joined the cheerleading squad for the babes, to be sure, but hadn’t expected to be completely stricken by their resident mascot. She had been pulled in by Amata’s sheer optimism and friendliness, like most people were when they met her. Meeting someone who actually was familiar with the complete works of Terry Pratchett was a plus, and she fondly recalled the lengthy conversations they had about why Christopher Eccleston deserved a lot more credit for his time as the Ninth Doctor. But there was something deeper that awoke a yearning deep inside the young woman; Amata was so…pure. She had this little glimmer of white light inside of her that just seemed to cleanse and uplift the people around her. Gabrielle wanted to curl up around that light and soak in its warmth, no matter what.

She also wanted to find out what Amata’s nipples tasted like, but that just sort of came with the territory.  Goodness, there was no part of the woman that Gabe would not put her tongue on if she had half the chance. But even that half chance seemed wholly unobtainable. She had chatted with Amata tons of times, but had never brought up the idea of relationships or even sexuality, for fear of saying something that would scare her off or shatter their friendship. She’d never SEEN the girl with a boyfriend, but it still seemed like an awfully big leap to make.

Gabe sighed, cursing her cowardice for the umpteenth time and returned to the low hanging fruit, namely ogling Sheila’s ass.
Come to think of it, the ass in question seemed a tad more pronounced than usual. Gabe wasn’t proud of her overfamiliarity with her teammates curvature, but that didn’t change the fact that it looked as though Sheila’s last several meals had gone right to her hips. What’s more, whatever spray on tan she was using seemed to be intensifying, a pinkish, orange quality creeping over her skin.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away, bearing witness to the ever expanding backside in front of her. Gabe watched as the swelling started to travel north, plumping up her waist and causing the seemingly oblivious young woman’s body to take on a noticeable tear drop shape.  Gabe stood there, naked and transfixed as the warm shower water poured over her, unheeded. Finally the bloating Sheila glanced at her partner.
“Ummm, stare much?” she offered, then turned to face her fellow cheerleader, feeling suddenly self-conscious and covering herself as best she could. “Ahh, Gabe? Do you feel okay?”

“Do YOU?” was all that Gabe could offer.

“Well, you’re all…purple” she winced. “And you look like you’re getting even more purpley”

“Shut up Sheila!” Gabe yelped “You’re blowing up!”

The two showering girls looked down simultaneously. Gabe marveling at the deep violet that had eclipsed her skin and Sheila letting out a shriek at her inflated midsection, a well stuffed belly and the equally sizable backside that balanced it out. It looked taut, round and as the young blonde’s hands started to poke at it’s curvature, she realized that it’s yielding surface was incredibly sensitive. She shuddered, looking up at her newly purple friend.

“My belly…I have a belly! It feels so weird!” she grabbed Gabe’s hand and pressed against her still growing stomach, which had expanded past the point of anything reasonable and now resembled a swallowed beachball. Gabe for her part only stiffened for a moment as her hand met the orange girl’s soft skin. She nodded, biting at her lip slightly.
“Ah,y-yeah. I see what you mean..” she offered.
“Omygosh, it’s happening to you too!” the growing girl pointed at Gabrielle, who looked down in alarm at her own gurgling, growing stomach.

“What the-What-What the hell is happening!?” the purple girl blurted out finally.


Wendy heard the yelps of her compatriots in the showers, but was a little preoccupied with her own metamorphosis. Even as the deep green coloration that had overtaken her body started to develop darker green vertical lines, she was more involved with the enlarging physique of her compatriot Jade, who’s dark skin had descended from a pronounced mahogany and become a deep red. The girl’s eyes were bouncing between her captain and her own breasts, which were visibly swelling and stretching out her sports top to the point that it had started digging into her flesh. She winced in pain, but was resolute in her decision to keep the damnable thing on, even as her stiffening nipples became very visible through the layered cotton.

Becky was meanwhile sitting spread eagle on the large changing bench in the middle of the room, watching a deep blue belly fill her lap, even as the new azure shade gobbled up the last inch of pale flesh on the small of her back. Her usual well of snarky commentary had run dry, and all she could do was prod at the spherical mound of sapphire flesh that provided pressure on her swelling thighs, and a resting place for her similarly swollen breasts.

Another conjoined yell emanating from the showers caused the assembled group to  turn back towards Sheila and Gabe. Both were now sporting gravid bellys that hung over their legs, and breasts that rivaled the circumference of their heads. For the moment, they were the only members of the six that were completely nude, despite the towel that Sheila was desperately attempting to wrap around herself with one hand. This unclothed state highlighted the rich purple that had overtaken every inch of Gabe’s body, and the unnatural bright orange tan that had crept over Sheila’s. More immediately problematic, both were pressed up against each other, completely wedged in the suddenly very narrow doorway between the lockers and showers. The growing expanses of flesh did little but mash against each other as they only continued to swell.
“God, Sheils. Why did you have to rush out with me at the same time?” Gabe reprimanded, even as she fought to keep the blush from her cheeks.
“Gotta get out of here, gotta get out!” Sheila wailed, a sense of claustrophobia settling around her.

Meanwhile Amata, slender as ever and still clad in very loose underclothes, could only stand stock still and watch the chaos unfold around her. She was spurred out of this trance, as usual, by the voice of Wendy.

“For heaven’s sake, somebody help them!” she yelled in her usual authoritative tone, even as she braced herself against the wall of lockers and spread her legs to make way for the increasing girth of her rapidly pear-shaped torso. “Gabrielle, Sheila, calm the hell down! We’re not gonna leave you stuck like that!”

Rallied by the words of her captain, Amata sprang into action, weaving through the rainbow of swelling women and tapping Dizzy on the shoulder. Despite sharing a similar crimson hue as Jade, Dizzy’s swelling was yet to catch up with the gravid forms of her squad mates, making her an ideal candidate to help out.
“Grab Sheila!” Amata directed. “I’ve got Gabe!”
Dizzy swallowed, then nodded, rushing up to the two and grabbing the flailing girl’s hand. As she braced herself, the already taxed towel fell away from her, exposing every inch or her growing, deep red curvature. Unhindered, Dizzy braced herself.
The team mascot, meanwhile, had grabbed ahold of Gabe’s purple hand, and was looking into her similarly tinted eyes.
“On three okay?” she said in a calming voice, focusing herself on her friend.
Gabe swallowed her panic and nodded, taking refuge in Amata’s reassurance. She could do this.
“1..2..3!” she yelled, pulling at the same time as Dizzy.
“Suck it in!” The redhead yelled, even as she felt her thighs thicken.
The two pinned girls continued to squash against each other, their multicolored flesh oozing out of either side of the threshold they were trapped in. Gabe grunted and kicked at the ground, finally feeling SOMETHING give way, which sent her and Sheila tumbling forward with a rubbery slicking sound and a shiver of sensation that raced through her body.

Sheila managed to stay on her feet, her pillar like legs thumping against the ground as she stumbled forward. Gabe however, tumbled over, landing directly on Amata.
Gabe’s breath quickened as her skinny crush struggled to come up for air from beneath the mountain of purple, juicy skin that she had become buried under.
Amata gurbled something out of a mouthful of Gabrielle.
“What?” the purple girl yelped, desperately trying to push herself off of her friend.
Amata gasped as her head finally cleared Gabe’s cleavage. “I said your boobs are in my face!” she panted, her face a mask of embarrassment and shock.
“Yeah, I can see that” Gabe nodded.
“Gabe you…” Amata searched for the right words “You taste like grapes”
Gabe stammered, her tounge suddenly feeling as though it had shot down her throat. Before she had a chance to find her words, she felt a pair of hands at her side, then another. With a grunt, Becky and Wendy pushed Gabe to one side, her rounded belly providing the necessary circumference to roll her even as she kicked her legs in surprise. Free of the crushing weight, Amata gasped for air, then helped Gabe back to her feet, as the green and blue girls were having trouble bending down.
Gabe panted, trying to convey the right words.
“Grapes?” she finally said aloud.
Amata nodded sheepishly.

“Sheila, stop!” Jade yelled out.
Sheila was still panicking, waddling as fast as she could towards the narrow hallway that led into the gymnasium and freedom. Her overstuffed arms jutted out at odd angles, bouncing off of her spherical torso that had widened enough to act as a springboard for her flailing limbs. Every stride sent her ballooning breasts up into her face, obscuring her vision momentarily and causing her path to become uneven, zigging back and forth. Maybe she was having trouble seeing over her own body, maybe panic was forcing out any rational thought, or maybe she really was that dumb, but it seemed as though everyone but Sheila could see that she was far too big for the exit.

Amata broke off from the trio of swelling girls, causing Dizzy to stumble and fall back on her rounded bottom, flailing like an overturned beetle even as more and more mobility was robbed from her swelling limbs. Amata would have apologized if she wasn’t so focused on Sheila, running towards the stumbling woman as fast as she could. She was so close…
With a tormented sigh of compromised fabric, Jade’s top ripped apart straight down the middle and a second later, her overtaxed sports bra gave up the ghost as well, flying off of her positively massive breasts like a butterfly exiting it’s cocoon at terminal velocity. The ruined mass of elastic fabric blindsided Amata, who stumbled slightly as it clipped her across the face. Sputtering, the svelt young woman was just about to reach the bright orange ball of a woman, when the bubble-headed cheerleader’s sides made contact with either side of the threshold. Her movement suddenly stopped, catching Amata by surprise. The skinny gymnast collided with the mass of flesh in front of her, wedging Sheila further in place. She cried out as her body took on a more rounded shape, pressing into the walls around her.
“I can’t be here! I don’t wanna be stuck! I have a daaaaaate!” she moaned.

“Shiels, look what you did!” Becky yelled, her stoicism finally deserting her. “Now nobody can get out!”
Rebecca had certainly made strides in catching up to her colleagues. Her deep blue form was mostly belly at this point, her conical limbs becoming increasingly marginalized by the wide sapphire orb of a torso that was studded by a deep belly button. Her tits stood out proud on top, gurgling with the sound of rushing fluid and deep indigo nipples straining visibly through the fabric of her tortured sports bra. It did not seem long for this world, and neither did her panties. Even now they were on the verge of snapping off of what was once her ass, but now was closer to a lower hemisphere. All it took was a single thundering step forward, and the tremor that started as a ripple in her swollen calf evolved into a wave across the wide expanse of her left thigh and a full on quake that shook her mammoth butt cheeks like a continental shelf. Like a San Francisco high-rise, her panties could not retain their structural integrity in the face of such duress. The elastic of the underpants rebounded, ricocheting across the room and striking Wendy directly in her green-striped sphere of a belly. The impact was just enough to tilt the cheerleading captain’s already precarious balance over the edge. Her nearly immobile legs couldn’t keep up with her swaying center of gravity, and she fell backwards against the far wall of the changeroom.

Thankfully, Wendy’s physiology was nearly identical to Becky’s, and her back half collided with the wall far before her head would have. She let out a weighty moan as her entire body jiggled, the twisting forces sending her weight ball-sized breasts swaying and bouncing in every direction, ripping her once durable athletic bra apart. She tried to catch her breath as the dark green nipples capping her striped breasts grew erect in the cool air, hard to the point of soreness. That had been…intense. With her rapidly dwindling flexibility and her newfound weight, getting back to her feet was out of the question, so all she could do was sit there, gradually pushed away from the wall by her own swelling bulk and watch her team fill up more and more of the room.

“Hold on Sheila!” Amata yelped. She fell to her hands and knees, hoping to squeeze through the gradually shrinking gap between the orange girls sides and the corner of the square corridor. Even as she watched, the gap was narrowing, threatening to crush anyone trying to squirm through it. Amata rose to her knees, her gaze tracing across Sheila’s still growing horizon of flesh and towards the ceiling. By some miracle, the gibbering orb was still taller than she was wide, and her diagonal position left a much wider gap between her mass and the top of the room.

“Amata!” Wendy yelled from her position “Get out of here while you still can! Get help!”
Her mind made up, the gymnastic lass grabbed the nearest handhold she could find, namely Sheila’s leg. What was once a long and shapely stem had been reduced to a bloated traffic cone of an appendage, capped by a single kicking foot. Amata grabbed Sheila’s juicy calf with both hands and hefted herself upwards, doing her very best to ignore the bloated lips of her colleague’s womanhood, on full display about a foot away from her face.

Unfortunately, Amata had placed too much faith on the friction provided by Sheila’s flesh and the wall. The second her feet left the floor, the group mascot only had a second to react as Sheila’s gravid form reacted to the downward pull on one side of her body, spinning like a wheel on an axle. The tightly wedged girl yelped in surprise and sensation as her sides rubbed up against the bumpy sides of the corridor and her undercarriage slid across the floor. At the apex of her pivot, her head barely cleared the ceiling, and then she was falling backwards. She let out a scream that lasted even after momentum ground to a halt, her position now reversed. Amata was sent sprawling, landing hard on her bottom. Only her experience at tumbling and precise falling prevented her from banging her head against the ground.

“Hold on Amata!” Gabe shouted, determined to help. Her arms and legs had lost all but the most basic of mobility, being forced into an X by the tautness of her skin and the ever growing circumference of her purple orb of a body. She hefted her entire weight with a grunt, her left foot barely rising from the floor. It came down with a thud, sending another shudder through her body. Gritting her teeth against the oddly enjoyable feeling, Gabe kept moving, step after thundering step bringing her closer to Amata.

Amata blinked the wooziness out of her eyes and looked up again, this time at Sheila’s flustered, bloated face. She was almost completely spherical now, the vice around her circumference squeezing whatever substance was filling her into her extremities. She bulged out into the change room, her two mammoth breasts mashed together and squeezing out of the threshold like the world’s largest push up bra. She pouted and whimpered through a pair of swollen cheeks, apparently beyond speech at this point.

Amata staggered to her feet, taking a step away from her blocked evacuation route. Her foot hit an unexpected puddle of liquid on the floor and skidded out from beneath her. Amata twisted in an attempt to avoid the second fall in as many minutes and found a deep crevasse of red flesh rushing up to meet her.

Jade gaped as Amata slid arm first directly into her gargantuan cleavage, burying up to her shoulder in a pair of breasts that were almost as big as she was and growing larger by the second. Her attempts at preserving her modesty had ended when she could no longer bend her elbows, but this was getting ridiculous. Amata for her part scrabbled with her free hand for purchase against the smooth, taut orb of Jade’s breast for enough leverage to pull herself free, even as more and more of her was engulfed by the encroaching bosom. Finally, her hand caught an outcropping, which just so happened to be Jade’s rock-hard nipple. The busty red girl let out a throaty gasp through gritted teeth as Amata’s desperate fingers closed around her engorged teat and pulled with all her might. The handhold was enough to get most of her arm out, then enough clearance to push herself free of the spongy prison. Jade gulped and drew another shuddering breath as she felt a sensation akin to a flow of water clearing the end of a garden hose on the nipple that Amata yanked. It came with a tingle of release not unlike what she had experienced on a few lonely nights, and even fewer nights in the company of her boyfriend. She yelped as a similar sensation erupted from her other breast, the cool fluid leaking from her nipples tracing serpentine lines down the wide expanse of her bosom.

Amata had finally regained her footing and balance and was looking at her grabbing hand, now soaked in red fluid. For a second, she panicked, thinking that she had broken her friend’s skin during her bid for freedom. But the liquid was too brightly coloured and thin to be blood. She tentatively brought her drenched digits to her nose and sniffed.  The sweet, tangy smell of berries flooded her nostrils and almost instinctively, her tongue darted out between her lips and dabbed at the fluid on her hand. A rich, tingling flavor of berries filled her mouth, leaving her salivating.

“It’s” she stammered “Juice! It’s all Juice!”
Amata scanned the room at the rainbow of classmates around her. Wendy lay in the far corner, her legs drawn underneath her by the demands of physiology. All four of her limbs were little more than stubs at this point, capped by waving hands and fidgeting feet. The dark green stripes that covered her emerald body ran vertically, across her face, over her distended breasts and down towards her crotch.
“Wendy…Watermelon” Amata said, noting the faint drops of pinkish fluid that had started to well on the tips of her captain’s mammary ducts.
Dizzy had turned red like Jade, but was considerably more spherical. Still lying flat on what was once her back, her head was inches from Wendy’s belly and her swollen nether regions pointed towards Amata, dark red fluid juice just beginning it’s flow.
“Dizzy…cherry” she listed.
Gabe’s legs and arms were spread eagle, barely more than thickening cones. She gasped as her crotch made contact with the cool floor, already covered in a growing puddle of purple juice, arresting her forward momentum. Amata already knew that she tasted of grapes. Gabe stood directly in the middle of the room, the edge of her belly brushing against Becky’s sapphire form.
“I’m…I’m turning into a Blueberry!” Becky shouted, her blue skin confirming it. “Not me! Why did it have to be me! What did I do? “
“Calm down!” Wendy stated firmly from across the room, even as her limbs completely disappeared. “We’re not gonna pop or anything! Everybody just breath and find your center! Has anybody seen something like this before?”

“Just like another drill” Amata thought, admiring the composure of the team leader. She was jogged out of her revelry when she felt Jade’s breast press against her side again. In the intervening time, she had swollen large enough to cover the gap between them. The other ruby girl’s growth was different than the rest, Less spherical and more focused on her upper body. Her arms were almost gone, and her breasts completely overshadowed the rest of her, but the swelling seemed to diminish slightly the further down her body it went. Her waistline wasn’t nearly as wide as her bust or upper hemisphere, and below her hips it was smaller still. It looked as though her crotch had actually descended, stretching down to swallow up her legs and making her teeter with an increasingly top heavy form. She grunted as her underside mashed against the floor, shredding her underwear and lifting her to the balls of her feet. Her stability gone, Jade began to dip forward. Amata yelped and dove free of the descending mass of red flesh as it collided with the floor, the impact sending two surging jets of juice from Jade’s breasts arcing forth,  one hitting the other while the other splashed against Becky’s blue form.
Amata didn’t need another tasts to be almost certain that Jade was becoming a strawberry. Nevertheless, she began to lick the juice off of her hand almost absentmindedly.    

The bespectacled mascot glanced behind her at what she now realized was the peach-colored form of Sheila. She had extended so far into the room that what was once her shoulder was brushing against Jade the strawberry’s side. With two small pops, Sheila’s nipples cleared the threshold of the room, accompanied by a moan. Still pressed against the ceiling, the peach girl’s breasts were both leaking, dribbling juice down her form. One stream curved down towards the floor and the other wound across her face, providing the horizontal girl a taste of her own fluids.

Amata started to head back towards the center of the room, squeezing past Becky as a new problem arose, namely the fact that she was rapidly running out of room. Wendy had her back against the far wall and could see the entire colourful affair. Dizzy’s body and turgid breasts were rising higher into her field of view, pointing straight into the air. Even now she could feel a wide mass of flesh pressing against her lower stomach.
“Dizzy?” she called out “Dizzy are you there?”

“Yo” she called back, slightly muffled. “I’m right under your tits captain.”
Dizzy was still looking at the ceiling, more and more of her vision being eclipsed by the bustline of her captain, as their expansion began to squeeze the two fruit girls together.

Gabe felt what was probably Dizzy the Cherry’s lower half mashing against her left side, just as Becky’s giant blue belly pressed against her own. Somewhere over her shoulder, she felt another heavy mass and the sensation of cool fluid dribbling across her flesh, which sent a wave of goosebumps along her side. She grunted at the mounting pressure, finally starting to feel as though her distended purple flesh was reaching the limits of its elasticity. Her massive purple breasts had been pulled into taut domes across the expanse of her body, each one providing streams of her own rich smelling grape juice. The tingling, pinpointed sensations that spread from the tips of her nipples was only increasing as the pressure mounted. Far below, she clenched her toes in an effort to squirm against the feeling. She would gladly squeeze and massage the marvelous acres of flesh on display in front of her. She would grip her breasts and juice herself to the point of exhaustion and drown in the pleasure in front of everyone if it meant an ounce of relief, if only she could MOVE! It was so unfair. All night she had been getting hot and sweaty, bouncing and sliding off of the rest of the squad, and now here she was, with the entire team pressing their naked bodies against her and she was completely powerless. Immobilized, stimulated and teased to the point of climax…she wanted…more.
She let out an almost orgasmic gasp at the sensation of someone poking her belly, before she realized the implications.
“Amata?...Oh God…Amata! Where is she!” Gabrielle yelled, her head darting back and forth as it began to sink into a shallow divot. “Amata can you hear me?”

“I’m here!” Amata yelled, elbowing the wall of purple flesh behind her and the wall of blue flesh in front of her. Becky let out a gasp as she felt Amata’s hand press into her body, prompting a brief spurt of blueberry juice. The mascot struggled for breath, edging sideways between the sandwiching walls of juicy skin. Her probing hand hit a clearing and she thrust her body forward, her slender frame wriggling between the two berries and extricating herself with an audible FLOOMP sound. The tiny column of space that she had found right in between cherry, blueberry and grape was closing fast, the increasingly unyielding skin pressing in on all sides. Amata fought a wave of claustrophobia as she heard Wendy’s voice over the chaos.

“Amata! Who’s..unh…who’s closest?” The team captain yelled from her heightened vantage point. “Who has a free hand? You’ve…mmm… gotta get on top of us!”

“Here!” Gabe yelped “I feel her on my side!”
The grape frantically flapped her left hand, until she felt questing fingers wrap around her own. Amata grunted as she hefted herself upwards, feeling the space closing in around her. She grabbed at Gabe’s hand with both of her own, pulling herself inch by inch as the squeeze on all sides intensified. With a grunt, her torso was free, but her hips her stuck fast. She was starting to lose feeling in her toes.
Amata made contact with Gabe’s pleading, violet eyes over the crest of her body. The two shared a look of total desperation.

With a final cry of effort, Amata pulled herself up and out. She crawled up Gabe’s slope, feeling a sudden draft across her backside. She gulped and looked back into the tightly shut crevasse that she had just crawled from. Somewhere down there, she had managed to wriggle right out of her shorts, leaving the slender young lady clad in nothing but her glasses and a small loose shirt that barely extended past her navel.

“God forbid anybody…ugn…here have any dignity” Becky grunted. Even with the steady stream of leakage from her breasts, as well as the similar sensation pouring from her womanhood, she could still feel the pressure mounting as the sound of rushing fluid filled her ears. She gaped at the feeling of her stretching skin as a chorus of moans started to fill the space, everyone else seemingly reaching their outer limits.

Jade’s body had fully developed into the strawberry shape that her flavor had preceded. Her feet kicked lamely at the blunted nub that her lower torso and legs had swollen into, which paled in terms of circumference to her upper half. The bloating red skin had all but swallowed up her head, and her two mammoth breasts took up almost as much space as the rest of her, one pressing against Sheila the peach and the other resting on Gabe’s side, spraying strawberry juice across her body. She shut her eyes against the mounting pressure, attempting mentally force more juice out of her rigid nipples.

“What’s…gonna….happen?” Dizzy grunted, her voice all but silenced as Wendy’s breasts and her own pressed up against each other. Her captain could only draw deep, gasping breaths in response as the pressure and sensations mounted.
Amata felt Gabe’s skin grow firmer and taut underneath her, her purple skin taking on a sheen as it was stretched to it’s absolute limit.
“Gabe?” she cried “Gabrielle? What do I do? Wendy! What do I do? Where is it all coming from?”

The moaning, grunting chorus reached a crescendo as the locker room turned fruit basket reached it’s limits. The fruits began to quiver slightly as a seemingly endless stream of juice was stuffed into an envelope that could hold no more. Gabe drew a shuddering breath. She could honestly think of worse ways to go out, if her entire capacity for thought hadn’t been obliterated by the intense sensation coursing through every inch of her titanic body. She focused on the good things, the sensation, the fact that she was surrounded by friends…Amata’s bare legs and ass on her skin. There was just one more thing to do.
“Amata” she gasped “I…I love-“
Her words descended into a moan as one final spurt of juice pushed it’s way through her body.

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The Orville Eagles were filing out of the boy’s locker room in a flurry of cheers and continued celebration. Mike, one of the linebackers, was carrying his friend Paul on his shoulders as they swarmed through the gym, yammering on about the winning play.
“Party’s at Rayan’s tonight!” The quarterback called over the team as he hefted the school trophy over his head. “We get wasted, we get fucked! Sound good?”
A roar of approval sounded out through the room.
“Hey, did anyone see the cheerleaders through here?” Paul shouted down to his mount.
“Nah” Mike answered back “Don’t think so”
“Gotta see Sheila” Paul replied “We’re on tonight”
“The blonde?” Mike grinned “Nice. Wanna check on ‘em?”  He began to walk towards the ladies room.
“No you creepo!” his rider responded, doing his best to steer the randy athlete away from the door. In truth, he was less concerned with being a gentleman and more worried what peeping in on the cheerleading team would do his chances tonight, but his point still stood.
“Whatever” Mike laughed “All I know is that you better grab one of em’ quick once we get to the party. You’re not the only one who wants a piece of that”
“We’ll meet up at the party” Paul shrugged, the explicit details of the night already playing out in his head. “You know how long it takes girls to get changed”

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 Amata cracked one eye open hesitantly, scanning the purple expanse of flesh in front of her. Gabe did the same, her breath coming to her in shallow gasps. The slender mascot rose slightly from her spread eagled attempt at holding on to one side of the grape and looked over the room, counting the colours:
Purple, Green, Red, Blue, Orange, Red.
Everyone was still here. Whatever source of juice that had pumped these girls to the very point of bursting had finally been exhausted.

They completely filled the room, pressing hard enough into each other to distort their naturally spherical shapes. Every fruit had grown so tall and wide that the once spacious ceiling was now a little under two feet overhead, forcing Amata to remain in a prone position. She crawled forward towards Gabrielle the grape’s sunken head, who she could swear had turned a slightly deeper shade of violet.

“You…okay?” She finally spoke.

“Are…you?” Gabrielle responded, her breath returning  to her. “Was afraid if I..mmm…if I burst, you’d be hurt”
“That’s sweet” Amata smiled “But I think you’re in worse shape than I am”
“Got somethin’ against-mmm…circles?” Gabe responded. Even now, conversation was still a bit trying. She had expected that were the swelling to ever stop, the thunderbolts of pleasure arcing through her would also diminish. But there was no peak of decrescendo, no climax to the sensation that wracked her body. There was just a crashing, constant wave to ride out, spiking slightly whenever Amata shifted her weight on top of her. From the grunts around her, she doubted that this experience was relegated only to her. The grape wasn’t sure about anyone else, but she had never felt sexier in her whole life.

“Hold on” Amata said warily, slithering over Gabe’s body and on to Dizzy, then making the brief climb up over the cherry’s belly to the quartet of green and red breasts that pressed together like some lewd, two-toned four leaf clover. She looked upwards to Wendy’s head, mindfully avoiding the steady river of intermingling watermelon and cherry juice that flowed across the expanse of the two globes.
“Got a plan boss?” she called out “I’m kind of at a loss here”

The captain, for her part, was keeping her composure fairly well.
“Gimme a minute” the watermelon called back down, looking over the room. “I think…I think I’m in over my head” She couldn’t help but chuckle at her odd choice of words.
“Sound off!” She yelled “Amata, could you…mmm… check everyone?”

“Um” Amata pondered, looking down at the wall of breast flesh in front of her.  “May I?”
Wendy flapped her hands in as best of a shrug as she could muster. “Just us girls”
As delicately as if she were disarming a bomb, Amata wormed her hand into the central crevasse and parted the full but yielding breasts of her friends, the only parts of them that seemed to have any kind of softness or give at all. Nestled snugly against Wendy’s green belly was Desdemona’s head. She looked up at Amata, grateful to finally see someone face to face.
“Super duper down here” she grunted. “Anybody blow up?”

“You’ll be the first to know” Amata sighed.
Becky and Jade were in similar shape, and though addled, Sheila seemed to at least be in one piece.
“Someone gonna….find us?” The peach mumbled. “People gonna…know we’re missin’”

“Maybe” replied Becky, groaning as her breasts briefly spiked with a surge of juice. “Summer vacation….not sure…when anybody’s gonna look here….Don’t wanna say it”

“We could be here all summer?” Amata gaped, finishing the blueberry’s thought. She had a point. They were all supposed to be headed to a party, and it probably wouldn’t be realized that they were missing until tomorrow. And whoi would think to check the girls change room? “You guys might not be juiced until September?” The ramifications sank in as she rested herself on Dizzy’s Belly, leaning back onto Gabe. “What are we gonna do? What am I gonna eat?”

“Mmm” Jade grunted “won’t…starve”

“She’s right” Gabe said, even now a small part of her brain fluttering at the vague chance of what she was suggesting. “Read that…berries can live offa-mmm…their own juice” She paused, hardly daring to speak the next words “Fulla nutrients…can live off of it”

Amata felt her face grow flush at the ramifications of what Gabe was offering. “You mean…”

“Got a better idea?” Jade grunted.

Amata’s eyes turned to Gabe’s huge, leaking purple breast. She bit her lip at the idea, a bevy of emotions flooding into her head. She had always kind of wondered…

“Amata?” Gabe asked hesitantly. This whole thing was like some insane sex dream. She was naked and helpless, surrounded and pressed against the rest of the cheerleader team, constantly on the verge of climax and it seemed as though her only chance of release was the girl she had had a crush on since they met. And she was also sitting on her with no underpants.

“I’m not going anywhere Gabe” Amata offered with a small smile, eyeing the huge, leaking purple breast that was inches from her head. It seemed as though the entire change room had become her personal roost, with her closest circle of friends having become a groaning, bloated harem of living pillows and…food sources? The idea was almost too weird. Almost.
The ghost of flavour from Jade’s strawberry juice still sang on her tongue. God help her, she wanted…more.

“You know Gabe” She said teasingly, despite the blush on her cheeks “I always did have a thing for grape juice”

Gabrielle the grape beamed inwardly. This was shaping up to be one hell of a summer vacation.