Emi burst out of her room, completely flustered. She was without her normal fishnet attire, wearing only her bold purple bra and panties. She darted between her room, the laundry room, and other closets.

"WHERE THE HELL DID MY NICE DRESSES GO?! I know I put them away yesterday to be ready for tonight. How am I supposed to turn my date into ice cream for dessert if I can't find my melting tier outfits for going out tonight?!"

Emi was fuming. Steam was pouring out her ears. She was caught between wanting to scream, wanting to explode, and -

*KNOCK*KNOCK*
*CREEEAK*

... And whether she would bother putting anything on before answering the door. She sprinted out, breasts rippling above her bra with each step.

"Hello? We're all busy right now and...Zoe?! The heck are you doing here?!"

The tan bombshell stared at Emi in her underwear, blinked, and had her eyes expand out of her face towards her. Emi felt them mentally undressing her, while Zoe herself started dripping towards the floor...

"Uuuuugh!" Emi grunted. She was glad she had the looks, but had no desire to deal with a Zoe splatter when Grace came downstairs for their date. "Pull yourself together ya cheap overgrown Scarlett, then explain yourself!"

Zoe blinked, shook her head to snap her eyes back in, then worked her shins out of their puddles. "Ack, sorry. Wasn't expecting...you look good."

Emi stomped, shaking the house. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

Zoe produced two containers from behind her back, one twice the size of a shoe box. "Grace asked me about one of my mixers. I brought it over along with some cupcakes."

"Oh...thanks." Emi cautiously took the boxes, peeking inside the plastic Tupperware. "Any reason these are decorated exactly like your room mates?"

Zoe cackled. "Nope! It's really not them, I wouldn't drop them off like that. Besides, there should be some with my braid too."

Emi huffed. Satisfied with the explanation, she hurried to put them in the kitchen. "Hrmmph. Well, thanks? But unless you know where my cocktail dress is, I'm going to need you to get out of here so I can get ready without you turning me into a croissant or another balloon."

"Wait, your dress?"

Emi returned, still jiggling and rumbling around with only her underwear on. She turned Zoe around by her shoulders to push her to the door, then cranked her neck around as Zoe was still staring at her assets. "Yes! I have a hot date tonight and we're going someplace nice."

Zoe scratched her chin while Emi pushed her to the door. "You know, I might be able to help there. Do you have a sewing machine?"

Emi paused, but shook her head. "I don't doubt your sewing skills Zoe, but there's always a catch with you. Besides, we have no fabric."

Zoe held up her arm to a loud zipping sound. Emi followed her hard and noticed a thin black thread attached to Zoe's dress. "No joke. You get your perfect black dress with beautiful tan highlights for the night..."

Emi let go, letting Zoe turn around, but still circled her hand for Zoe to finish her sentence. "Buuuut..."

Zoe grinned with mock innocence. "But tomorrow night-"

Emi shouted "Give me a day damnit!"

Zoe rolled her eyes. "Fine, in two days then. You wear your fishnets over, and you are my plaything. And you know me."

She leaned in to whisper in Emi's ear. "I like to get goopy."

Emi's face wrinkled, wracked by indecision. "Fuck fuck fuck! You would make a sweet dress, but knowing you..."

*CREEEEEEAK*
The both turned to the sounds from upstairs. A door opening and Grace speaking...

"Emi? You ready? You said you wanted to surprise me and not to come down until you said so, right?"

Emi grabbed Zoe's hand and rushed her to a side room. "Brook's sewing machine is here. But I don't really know what I'm doing with it."

Zoe handed Emi the string, and switched on the machine. "Just pull, I'll take care of the rest, then be at my place at 10 am the day after tomorrow."

Emi looked her in the eyes. "No tricks?"

Zoe leaned in to match Emi. "No tricks. If you *want* tricks, just say Solid Scarlett first. Then I'll know to fill you out or squish you down, and that you mean it."

Emi blinked. "That's a really good safe word."

Zoe giggled. "I know right?"

"Emiiiii! You ready?"

Emi tugged on the string, and the soft sound of Zoe unraveling filled the room. "JUST A MINUTE!"

Zoe's waist came apart, bursting into a pile of fleshy tan and jet black string. Her eyes rolled back as it happened, softly moaning at the sensation. Her belly was coming apart, getting fed into the machine, and it almost tickled. Bit by bit she felt herself unravel, a string eating into her in each direction while her legs and top half floated impossibly, waiting to be ripped asunder.

When it hit her butt, Zoe squeezed what remained of her chest, breathing heavier. "Oooooh here it comes..."

Her knees buckled. Her legs were almost disconnected now, thighs connected by literal threads, Zoe's face scrunching in anticipation...

She somehow kept her yell relatively quiet. "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasss!!!"

Zoe lost control when the last strand between her legs vanished. Her thighs tumbled to the floor collapsing into piles of store bought yarn. Her hands squeezed herself a little harder, seemingly shredding her chest into a tangled mess of thick blacks and tan sewing material, before the arms themselves spun apart.

Only her head remained intact. It fell, landing softly on her threads on the ground. Line by line, the thread unraveling her consumed her face from the top down, leaving her lips as the last bit not to enter the machine.

"Just remember the deal. If you say Solid Scarlett, and you're serious, I'll try to give you a boost. Good luck...oooooh fuck this feels grea-"

*ZZZZIP*

Emi blinked after Zoe's lips were undone. She followed her frienemy to the other end of the sewing machine, already at work stitching her back together again. A mid length jet black skirt was coming out the other end, getting joined by a dark tan top half. A frilly black over-bodice in the front, with two trailing definitely not braids attached, and two tan puffs topped the straps.

Emi lifted it to check the back. It stopped halfway down. Emi rolled her eyes. *Typical Zoe trying to undress somebody.*

The moment the machine dinged, Emi scrambled to put Zoe on. She had to admit she looked pretty good in the mirror. "Not bad Zoe, but I think you're a little loose on me."

Zoe's eyes sprung open on the tan part of her bodice. "Want me to fill you out? I can make it happen."

Emi bit her lip for a second. "No tricks like you do with Solid Scarlett then."

Her dress's eyes beamed above her invisible smile. "You got it boss."

Emi felt Zoe squeezing her and stretching her a little. She was half sure she felt Zoe do a little more than that to inflate her measurements, but true to her word, Zoe didn't overdo anything. Only slightly hourglassed, Emi blinked at the extra curvy version of herself in the mirror. "Oh wow...Grace is gonna love this!"

Emi ran back out to the stairs and called up. "Okay, I'm ready! Come on down!"

She heard a door close, then Grace's footsteps trotting to the stairs. "Okay, I'm coming and haaaahhhhhmana...."

Grace, wearing an especially cute blue-turquoise evening gown, was stunned at the top of the stairs. She clearly wasn't ready for this version of Emi. Her jaw dropped to the floor, crashing and somehow unrolling with her drooling tongue step by step to the bottom with a wet splat.

She pointed sheepishly at Emi, her own dress strap sliding down her arm as her body sagged to the floor. Grace's head stayed at height while her body swirled into layers of melty soft serve beneath her. The blue blob of Grace struggled to stay intact, melting and cascading down the steps, a beautiful wave of turquoise paint crashing on each stair.

"You...look...good..."

*SPLAT*

Grace's twin tails melted off the sides of her head, landing in two plops of red ice cream. The force practically pulled her head to the floor, splashing into the rest of her. The rest of her melted down the steps, her face flowing down on top, eyes never leaving Emi's sexy body.

Emi smirked, tentatively pleased with her results wearing Zoe. "Glad you liked it. Are you going to be okay, or-"

"Ow! Oof! Hey!"

Emi turned to the stairs, joined by Grace's eyes reforming and sitting up on her puddled body. A blue and violet bag bounced down the stairs, sounding an awful lot like...

"Trinity?"

"Bloooff....yeah" Grace's voice bubbled from the floor. The normally stoic red head was struggling to pull her body back together under Emi's sexy body, only getting strands of red goop to pull up resembling hair. "I wasn't sure about an accessory, but I think Brook just wanted to mess with her. I just want you tonight."

Grace focused a little harder, actually picking herself up into a solid body. In this dress, that meant a pillar of turquoise, only interrupted with bumps from Grace's perfect hips. When she finally restored herself and ran over for a hug, Emi couldn't even see her feet. Grace looked like she was floating in that gown.

Emi had to admit she felt herself sweating looking at Grace too. Still, the warm embrace of Grace hugging her felt right.

"So...I'll drive?"

Grace fanned herself, trying not to fall apart again. "Yeah...that's for the best."

They locked elbows and walked out, letting the door close behind them.

Leaving Grace's hand bag. "Hey! What about me?! Brook, get me out of this!"

* * *

Emi driving was a good idea. Grace melted once in the car, looking too closely at Emi's revealing top. Emi herself barely held it together watching Grace get reduced to a blue-green blob.

Dinner was otherwise uneventful. They talked, they ate...and they ordered each other dessert.

"I have to admit Grace, we really should have done this the moment I got chalked on your coffee stand."

Grace giggled at the memory. "I had way too much fun washing your chalk drawing body off the board every week! Who cares though. We're here now, I've gotten to do so much more with you, and I think you're going to like your dessert."

Their bubbly blond waitress chose that moment to walk up. "Okay, just like you two asked, food for each other and you don't see it until now. Super deluxe megaton fudge for the cutie in black..."

She put a huge fudge brownie down in front of Emi, notable for its shape. It was large, trapezoidal, and had thick chocolate syrup reading "1000000 T" on it.

"And a Cake Full Of Rocks for Red."

Emi and Grace waved to their waitress as she skipped away. "Thanks Phoebe!"

Grace smiled and licked her lips. "I can't believe you remembered I love this poprocks cake!"

Emi blushed, while getting a bite of her megaton chocolate with her fork. "I guessed. I mostly remembered you saying you hated blueberries."

Grace dug in to the fluffy chocolate full of the special candy. "Well, you did good. This stuff's awesome. How's yours?"

Emi took a bite of her own dessert, and immediately felt it. Extra weight on her hips, and her tummy rumbling out. Even her boobs fattened up a little, pushing into the fabric containing them.

She paused to consider just how big she wanted to be for Grace later...then remembered she was stretching out Zoe in the process. Her second bite had no hesitation.

Then remembered she still had to answer. "You know, even without my fishnets on, I still *gulp* like it."

Emi grinned, eyes rolling up a bit as her body again jiggled and gained 20 pounds. She grew in all the right places, stretching Zoe and spilling out of her dress even more.

In between growth spurts, she also caught Grace staring at her again. "Oh, true, the fishnets..."

Emi grunted from her next bite. "Hm?"

Grace shook herself out of it, and quickly downed the rest of her pop rocks filled dessert. "Oh, nothing. Just...yeah, I'm really glad we're a good TF combo. Sure you get us in trouble sometimes, but you've done a lot of good."

She grabbed her glass of cola. "Including remembering I loooove this."

Emi, starting to really stretch Zoe but still entirely mobile, sprung up. "Wait, are you going to be-"

Grace held up a hand to let her know it would be okay. "Don't worry, I'm not going to pieces on you...yet."

She downed her soda, the covered her mouth for a quiet burp.

*FWOOOOOOOOOMP*

A low explosion sound rumbled through the room. Grace's body instantly ballooned to about 20 feet across, turning her into an almost spherical turquoise sphere with her head and hands attached.

Emi was a little curious about the strange bumpy texture Grace had, but that question would have to wait. The fun began here.

Grace hissed and deflated, draining all the pressure the pop rocks filled her with. She didn't shrink back to a human shape from her spherical form though. She wobbled smaller like a deflated ball, crumpling and folding over her chair in a light blue-green heap.

All while sighing. "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh...this always feels...so...mmmmmmm...."

It took only a minute for Grace to be a sleeping pile of fleshy rubber, draped across the chair opposite Emi. It wasn't the first time Emi saw this, but perhaps it was the first time Grace indulged in it without being embarrassed in front of her for it.

And that Emi was looking forward to wrapping herself in Grace's blanket of a body.

She knew what she had to do. "Check please!"

Emi also snuck another mouthful of her own cake, pretty sure she had tripled in size at this point, growing curvier inside her dress by the second.

Confident their date was asleep, her dressed risked opening her eyes on the tan bodice. "Hey, watch it with that stuff. MMMMMMMF!" Zoe grunted, absorbing more of Emi's growth. "I can only stretch so far ya know."

Emi took another bite, not really caring what Zoe thought. "Please, I've seen Jess wear you through worse at parties."

*STREEEETCH*

Zoe chuckled at that. "Okay, fair. That is true. "

* * *

Emi drove them both home. Grace pulled herself together about halfway back, but Emi was never worried about whether she would. Or that Grace was probably 50 pounds heavier from the cake, her own figure expanding in hourglass fashion.

Emi *was* as worried as she was excited to discover what Grace would do to her own chubby body. Now that she weighed a few hundred more pounds for the evening, there was a lot more of her to get squished. Or kneaded and baked in Grace's kitchen. Or...

Chills and excitement filled Emi just thinking about it.

When they walked in, and Grace stopped halfway to the stairs, she knew she was about to find out.

"Hey Emi, thanks again for dinner. And that wonderful...sensual....mmmmm deflation. I need to pay it back to you somehow."

Emi stopped halfway to the couch, considering her words. "What did you have in mind? I thought we agreed maybe take it slow on the first night."

Grace laughed. "After what we've been through together already, here and with the league obstacles? Nah. I think I know exactly what to do to our resident punk girl."

Emi raised an eyebrow at the teasing compliment. What did the red head have in mind?

Grace grabbed her dress by the hips. In one smooth motion, she pulled the whole thing over her head, tossing it aside.

Now it was Emi's turn for her eyes to bug out. In triplicate.

Under her dress, Grace wore only fishnets, covering her torso and the beginnings of her limbs. *ONLY*, fishnets. While her extra weight from dessert didn't give her too much extra weight, it was enough to slightly force her body through the netting in the way Emi recognized would eventually cause Grace to get forced through and...

Grace ran her hands along her body, teasing a clearly flustered Emi. "I think you've earned this one."

Emi's head was already steaming, her legs sinking into light flesh colored puddles, her entire body liquefying into a gooey mess, fast. "Oh dear.... just...let me...squeeze...out...melting...Scarlett...ooooohhhh..."

Zoe silently decided Emi was sincere, and squeezed Emi out of her like toothpaste. It was easy, since most of Emi inside her dress body was already gooped. The sheer amount of her gooey form inside Zoe after consuming her cake though was absurd, making the tan dress work hard to squeeze as much of Emi's pale skin colored goop as she could into the room.

Emi's body splooshed around for a good minute, layers upon layers of the punk woman pouring into the puddle. Through it all, no matter which way her eyes splashed, they were locked on Grace's beautiful figure, wrapped tight inside her fishnets.

Grace reached into her hair, and pulled out a decent sized wet vac. "Oh dear, I guess I'm doing it right then. Let's get all of you up..."

*SPLASH*
*SPLURT*
*SPLOOOOSH*

Once she had a large vat of pale Emi goop, she walked to the kitchen. "Eeeexcellent. Now, here's one for science. How much of *you* can I drink before these nets can't contain me anymore? Should we find out?"

Emi's pink eyes bobbed up and down excitedly in the tank, signaling "YES YES YES!"

Grace actually took a quick swig of her high calorie melted friend. From their new connection, Emi could feel their butt stretch into the fish nets, bulging through, jiggling freely in the air, their fusion for the night only beginning.

"Oh we're going to have fun tonight, me and you..."

Then she turned to Emi's tan dress on the ground. "But you...let's just say I had a chat with Brook before coming downstairs. We'll talk more tomorrow, once you've rested and pulled yourself together."

Zoe's eyes had no choice but to manifest at being called out. "Oh...um, hi? Lovely place here."

Grace picked her up with two fingers, and tossed Zoe towards a small machine in the corner, suspiciously labeled "Ally's Party Supply Co."

"Have a Happy Birthday Zoe! It's been a blast!"

Zoe's eyes, still on the fabric fluttering through the air, panicked. "Wait, Happy Birthday? What is she?"

The machine hummed to life underneath her. Zoe realized she had nothing to land on. The chute was labeled "Confetti Blower."

"Oh craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!"
*BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*
*FWWWTTTTWTWTOOOOOOSH*

Zoe the dress disappeared, sucked into the machine with the *THWAP* or fast moving cloth. A moment later, tons of tan and black Zoe confetti was fired into the air. Shreds of the proud woman fluttered about, drifting apart.

The poor woman that hated getting sliced up was now scattering her throughout the room. Zoe's disembodied voice seemed to echo at a high pitch from all of the room at once. "Uuuugh...this sucks, and...wait, what did Brook tell you?!"

Grace ignored her, walking upstairs, drinking more of her Emi shake while developing a black streak through her hair. And growing frighteningly fast into her fishnets, squeezing her growing body very tight. "Mmmmm, tonight Emi? We find out if we can burst against these nets. No more assists though, we look great the way we are."

Emi bubbled excitedly. This was going to be fun. She couldn't wait to go to goop with her Grace.

*STREEEEEEETCH*

And from what she could feel of Grace's fish nets, It wouldn't be much longer.

* * *

The sun was high in the sky the next morning before there was any movement in the house. Emi walked through the living room on her way to start making coffee, but stopped when she saw the large pile of Zoe confetti gathered in the middle of room.

"Still pretending you're not here?"

The scraps compressed together, gelling together and rearranging their colors until Zoe's body was restored. "I didn't want to not say goodbye. You two have some good sound proofing up there!"

Emi blushed, knowing just how loud they were last night. "Yeah, we got someone to-HEY! Now hang on a second. Grace mentioned something she heard from Brook."

She stretched the netting on top of her shirt, and pulled out a massive hammer, promptly using it on Zoe.

*SQUIIIIIIIIIIISH*

Zoe's flattened poster body was flattened to the floor unimpressed, practically rolling her eyes above her crossed arms.

Emi trust an accusatory finger at her. "YOU and Brook hid my dresses! Then you just conveniently show up offering that dress deal?!"

Zoe's body moved on the floor like a moving painting, shrugging. "So what if I did? You had a fun night, Grace melted all over you despite knowing it was me."

*SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH*

The wider and even more distorted Zoe continued after Emi's second hammer slam. "And let's face it, I'm enjoying getting splattered right now. So what's your threat, making me-"

*SPLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT*

Zoe was reduced to a mish mash of colors on the floor, yet continued. "Mmmmm....squishing me into paint and letting me have a great time is your threat?"

Emi sighed, resting her giant hammer. Her rival had a point. She signed and marched towards the kitchen, remembering she was here for coffee. "Fine, just...pull yourself together and let me enjoy my morning."

Zoe's smiling face formed on top of the mess of colors. "Can do! And remember, 10 AM tomorrow, sharp!"

Emi wheeled around. "Now just wait a minute! After what you pulled?!"

*ZAP*

A red beam came out of Zoe's slowly reforming body, lifting Emi into the air and twisting her limbs around. Zoe rose out of the smear holding a small "Ally Co. Disintegration Pistol", leaving Emi hanging in the air when she finished.

Emi coughed, a cloud of dust coming out of her mouth. "How does that thing work when you're just..."

She fell to the ground, instantly collapsing into a pile of colorful Emi dust with two huge eyes on top, with a hair-highlight-purple mushroom cloud above her.

Zoe shrugged. "Ally's just good at what she does. See ya! Woo woo wooo!!"

Zoe scrambled to the door, muttering like an old comedy act, and fled to the safety of the outdoors.

Emi fumed, wondering how long it would take her to restore herself from dust. Fortunately, she felt someone pour water over her remains, letting her pull together immediately.

The instant Emi mix goo swirled together into her normal shape, looking up to see Grace.

She was still wearing her outrageous fish nets.

"Come on now hon. I'll make sure she gets what's coming to her tomorrow."

She grabbed Emi's hand, carefully since it was already getting softer, and carried her back towards her bedroom. "I'm not done playing with you yet."