Toy Tinkerers - Sweet Date

Emi ran through the hall to the front door of her team's house, hurriedly moving clutter aside. "Come on you two, quick! Before she wakes up!"

*SCRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAATCH*

Emi's hair frazzled at the noise of something scratching the floor. Her body tensed up, and the loud sound sent shock waves through her.

*CRAAAAAAAAAAAASH*
*CRSSSSSSSSSSSHHH!!!*

It was immediately followed by the sound of glass crashing to the floor, which similarly shattered poor Emi into hundreds of glass shards.

Grace backed into the room next, butt first, struggling to hold up what looked like a bed frame. "We're coming Emi honey, almost...oh dear, what happened?"

"HNNNG!" Trinity grunted, carrying the other end, shouting with a whisper. "I told you to be quiet! Brook might sleep like a rock, but we can't risk knocking everything over!"

Brook, their fourth team mate, was indeed snoring loudly on the bed.

Emi's pieces were quickly clacking together, her face forming enough to speak up. "Just hurry up already!"

Grace and Trinity made it to the door, putting Brook's bed in front of it. Conveniently enough, certainly not by Grace's own design, the door's mail slot was about at Brook's head's height.

Grace looked exhausted, arms drooping like noodles to the ground. They looped up at twice their length, wiping away the sweat covering her forehead. "Okay..." she took deep breaths. "Give me a minute. Then we can finish pranking Brook."

Trinity smacked her face with both palms, sighing in disbelief. "Do I have to do all the work here myself? Quick, move, I'll do it myself."

Trinity stepped on the foot of the bed and grabbed Brook's ankles, prompting sleeping beauty to smile and squirm in her sleep. "That's right, nice and slow. I want to feel it when you squish me."

Grace and Emi, both half recovered, looked panicked at Brook speaking. "What?!"

Trinity sighed and rolled her eyes. "She's sleep talking."

The frightened couple slouched, simultaneously saying, "Oh."

Emi scratched her head. "She's...into that?"

Grace looked up thoughtfully. "I just wish she told us...then we could"

With that, Trinity leaned forward, and shoved Brook like a battering ram into the mail slot. "Weird fuckin' dreams out of this one. Here we go!"

*SQUIIIIIIIIIISH*

Brook's head smashed into the door and squished like dough, brown hair smooshing all around. Her face was squeezing through the mail slot like clay through a child's toy, emerging as a thick rectangle before spiraling to the steps below. Her chest absorbed a lot of her mass as Trinity crushed it into her, making her breasts big enough to stop most of her from going through.

"Come...ON! If you can't wake up why can't you squish!"
"Mmmm...no fun...if I flatten for free..."

Trinity kept squishing her legs in, eventually squishing the yellow silked thighs into Brook's butt. Brook was a mish mash of fleshy pillows pinned against the door, quivering from the intensity. She was slowly getting pushed through, but completely stuck.

Satisfied Brook wasn't going anywhere, Trinity took a step back to admire the Brook filled yellow silk pants and steamroller patterned pajama shirt. Trinity rolled up her sleeves, rolling her eyes at Brook's resistance. "Well, I don't usually want to crash into that ass, but I guess I can just this once."

*SQUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH*

She shoulder charged Brook's butt, loudly shunting her through the door. She soon heard the PLOP of Brook's new shape falling on the other side.

"Excellent!" Trinity smiled at the door dusting off her hands. "Now there's no way she's messing with us without waking uUUUP HEY!"

*SPLAAAAAAT*

Grace took advantage of Trinity's early celebration, slamming her against the door. Trinity winced feeling her body compress against the door, spreading out in a two dimensional spread eagle shape. She could feel Grace's hands pressing into her, the master baker making sure her new dough was pressed hard against the surface.

Trinity groaned. "Uuuugh...guess I should have seen this coming."

Grace peeled her off the wall with a loud *SHHHLLRRRRP*. "Probably. I'm sure you can find something fun to do with Brook once she wakes up though."

Trinity's wide flattened face blinked to shake the spirals out of her eyes before responding. "Okay, but I'm going to need my camera. And Don't think I'm forgetting this. Even if you two are doing some weird stuff I'm-mmmmph! Mmmmph!"

Grace didn't let her finish. She folded Trinity in half once, then twice, and again until Trinity's massive posterized body was the size of a common envelope. Grace took her Trinity-blue piece of mail, and slipped it through the door's slot.

She turned to see Emi blushing. The goth girl in fishnets she loved so always did like watching her work, so she wasn't too surprised. But still...

"Come on Emi, we need to hurry upstairs for the big finish."

On cue, Trinity shouted from her folded up body. "Hey! Can we at least get some cash if we need to do stuff? Most of the stuff 'round here isn't free ya know!"

Grace grabbed Emi's hand and an upstairs. "You remember the plan?"

Emi nodded, and Grace pushed herself not to stare at her body bouncing inside that fishnet shirt. "Yup. I left the window open before we came down."

Safe, sitting next to an open window they knew was just above the front door. They looked outside to verify their targets. They saw the blue envelope shaking as Trinity tried to restore herself, and a long yellow rectangular block of clay, spiraled around it on the ground.

Satisfied their plan was working, Emi and Grace lifted the huge safe with a grunt. They started swinging it towards the window. "One...two..."

Outside, The blue envelope flipped open. With a bulge of mass, Trinity managed to pop out her head, hair still frazzled. "Hey! You can't just leave us out here! We..."

She heard the high pitched whistle of a falling object, and the safe's shadow grew around her.

Grace and Emi could just barely make out Trinity's face frowning. "Really?!"

*SMAAAAAAAAAAAASH*

When the dust cleared, there was no sign of Trinity and Brook under the safe. Emi and Grace could hear the knocks spinning, and looked on to see the results.

*CREEEEAK*
*STEEEEEEEEETCH*
*PWWWOP*

A blue block stretched out of the case, with Trinity's ear on the side and her blue hair drawn on top.

Grace and Emi embraced in a side hug, looking on and giggling at their friend's current shape, when they noticed a blue from blue to yellow when Trinity got halfway out.

*PWWWWWWWWWOP*

The second half of the cube emerged with a messy transition from blue blond hair. When it tumbled out, they could see it covered in tiny steamrollers matching Brook's pajamas.

They were firmly squished together in the cube shape, half of it pale skinned with Trinity's ice blue eye spinning around, the other with Brook's face stretching her side of the mouth in a yawn as she awoke to her new form.

"Yaaaaawn! Oh my...what did I sleep walk into this time?"

Trinity rolled her blocky eye. "The love birds wanted alone time and decided to squish us. So...uh...after we split up, wanna stream?"

Brook chuckled. "I guess. You're kinda comfy but I should stretch back to normal."

Emi and Grace high fived each other, and ran back to the kitchen.

Outside, the bickering continued.

"Comfy?! I thought you weren't into this stuff!"

"I said comfy not sexy."

Trinity's half of the cube visibly relaxed. "I mean...okay...I guess."

Brook's half went into a cute anime smile. "Besides, you're a little too cold to the touch for me."

"HEY!"

* * *

Grace and Emi rushed to the kitchen, playfully touching one another, giggling like children getting away with a prank. They squished together a little, bulging through the doorway meant for one, and Grace squished herself through first. She hopped onto the counter, swinging her legs up and not-so-accidently giving Emi a peek at her inner thighs, before lying seductively across it.

Emi's quick steps slowed down, her face turning red again. She knew she was going to like whatever Grace had in mind.

The baker flipped her long red locks into the air, propping herself up on an elbow. "Well chef Emi? I though I was an awfully bad cook last week. Plus I didn't mean to shatter you earlier. Are you going to have your way with your new ingredients?"

She waved an arm, motioning at her whole body. She even got the desired results, seeing a few colorful drops of Emi "sweat" on her forehead.

Knowing they had the whole afternoon to themselves, Grace decided to tease Emi even more. "Well don't leave me waiting. Getting worked over by another strong pair of hands?" Grace paused to sit up and stretch her arms into the air, sticking her chest out just a little as she did. "I'll need to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming."

Emi was vaguely aware that her feet felt a little gooey. She could feel the sweat covering her body. She really didn't want to look and see how many colorful droplets of herself were on the floor, but she also couldn't take her eyes off Grace after what she just threatened. "B-but Grace, I thought you wanted to feel-"

*POP*
*GASP*
*HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS*

Grace pinched a bit of exposed hip above her skirt, using her nails to poke a hole in her toony flesh. She breathed in sharply, savoring the moment she felt the air rush out of her, making her body ripple as she hollowed out.

She felt her legs collapse into rubbery sheets. Her stomach was folding over itself as it lost the battle with gravity.

But her eyes were locked on Emi. Her cutie was sweating colorful bullets now, trying to get a handle on her shirt to blow off literal steam, and sinking up to her thighs as a goopey mess.

Grace would have loved to see it through, but when her head and hair started deflating, she felt a wave of fatigue. *YAWN*...she'd have to wait for Emi to wake her up to play more.

* * *

Emi's eyes were locked on the deflated Grace balloon on the counter. She was taking deep breaths, fighting to maintain a solid form, and just barely winning. She could feel the warm puddle her thighs were sinking into, and was vaguely aware her head was spreading across her color bone.

"Grace...shit shit shit don't melt me before we even begin!"

Emi winced, forcing her arms back into shape, then pushed down against the floor. It took 10 agonizingly pleasurable seconds, but she managed to lift her normal self out of her own goop.

She licked her lips walking to the counter. Grace lay there motionless, a literally deflated shell of herself, eyes closed but smiling contently. Emi knew her love enjoyed that trick, both for what it was and how Emi knew to fix it. She scooped up Grace, lifted her lips to her own, kissed her, and blew.

*HIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSS*
*FWOOOOOOOOMP*

Both of them were excited to keep going, so Grace let herself fill quickly. Her body unfolded slowly, then filled to capacity in quick bursts.

*CREAK* her thighs.
*STREEETCH* her chest.
*BOP*BOP*BOP*BOP* Limbs, butt, head and hair, everything was full.

Grace put her restored hands to Emi's face, grateful for the assist and indicating she was okay...but Emi kept going.

*HIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSS*
*CREEEEEEEEEEEAK*

Grace took on some extra weight as she grew fuller than she started. Her breasts were threatening to jump out of her shirt. Her hips were bubbling over her waistline, lifting her skit enough to show the bottom of her inflated cheeks while fighting to tear her skirt to shreds.

When Emi finally did pull back, Grace's face had a knowing glare, halfway between "seriously?" and "Yes please."

"Well you've done it now. You filled me up too much!"

Grace stretched back to lie down, her body jiggling around in all the right places. "You simply must help force the excess out."

Emi was breathing faster, but she wanted this too much to simply fall apart. She knew she had to attack. This was her moment! She rushed to the drawer side of the counter behind Grace, and whipped out the red head's favorite rolling pin. Emi tossed it just above her hand, letting it spin wildly before snatching it out of the air.

She coughed into her hand before playing along as best she could. "Eh-hem! You're right, I did make you...um..." Emi tried to playfully run a hand along Grace's big...curvy...soft hips...

*EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*

Grace noted the steam shooting out of Emi's ears sounding off like a tea kettle. "Well don't just stand there silly." She rolled onto her back, arms extended overhead, eyes locked on Emi. "If you're going to squish me, then squish me!"

That snapped Emi out of it. "Right!"

*SLAM*
*SQUIIIIIIIIIIISH!*
"OOOOoooOooOOO!!!"

Emi thrust the rolling pin into Grace's hips with both arms. Despite her puffy shape, Grace's body gave like the dough she worked every day. Grace gasped, tensing up at the pleasant shock to her system, and braced for her girlfriend's next move. Emi's movement was tantalizingly slow, rolling and squishing her belly wide and flat, forcing non-negligible amounts of her mass into her growing breasts.

Grace arched her back, smiling with her eyes closed. "Ooooh that feels nice."

Emi licked her lips, mounting the table with a malicious grin. "Glad you like it. I learned from the best. But now..."

She reversed her movement, fast, pulling her arms in and the roller down Grace's legs.

"OOOO!"
*SQUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH*

Emi moved fast, splatting the mass of Grace's hips into an extremely wide rectangle. Her love was getting softer and floppier by the second, but she wasn't done yet.

*WOOOSH*
"AAAAAAAH!"
*SQUAAAAAAAAAAASH!*
*SQUISH*
"Yeeeeah..."

Emi went back and forth with the roller, making sure everything below Grace's chest was almost a blur of colors. She was smooshed into a huge rectangular sheet of cookie dough, twice as wide and slightly longer than usual, though still with three dimensions in a few important places.

Grace was hugging her three dimensional half, cooing and giggling at the mess Emi was making of her legs. She could feel herself losing cohesion every time Emi applied pressure to her thighs, but she wasn't ready to lose herself yet.

This was Emi, and Grace had a reputation to maintain.

She reached up to give Emi a hug the next time she came towards her new bigger bosom. "Mmmmmf!! Oh my that feels wonderful...I need you closer!"

Emi, too enthralled by the squishy flattening process, leaned in to Grace. She took a hand off the roller to guide Grace back down to the table, and maybe lean a little into Grace's squishy chest. "I didn't know cookie dough needed that kind of affection."

Emi didn't realize her mistake. Grace tossed Emi on top of herself, and reached out and grabbed the rolling pin's free side. Grace gasped at the moment Emi's face bounced off her boobs, but she stayed focused enough to keep her grip.

"No my dear, I mean, Closer."

*SQUIIIIIIIIISH*
"EEEEP-...Oooooohhh..."

Grace mashed the roller into Emi's butt, conveniently positioned above her own. Emi spread on the table much the same as Grace herself, spreading wider along with her fishnets, but with one her exception.

Grace wasn't giving Emi too much time to enjoy her new proportions. In fact, Grace wasn't letting herself get in the way of squishing Emi either. Both women threw their heads back as their bodies get squished together on the table, thighs to thighs, breast to breast.

"AAaaaaaaaaaw-"
"-yeeeeeeeeeeeah ~~ <3"

Grace made the last swipe over their heads as they kissed, giving them huge floppy tops to go with their spread out bottoms. They were a combined two inches thick, a layer of creamy floppy red head under a stiffer looking slab of goth girl, stuck together on the counter in bliss.

* * *

They stayed like that for a few minutes until the oven beeped, signaling it was pre-heated.

Emi's voice was muffled. "Mmmfmfffmffff??"
As was Grace's. "Mfffvvnnnvmmmllleee."
"Aaahhhhhff?"

Grace's arms finally moved from being flopped over the sides, and pinched their heads. With some effort, Grace managed to peel her own two foot wide head away from Emi's, only a few droplets of each other mixing together.

"I said it means the oven's ready silly."

Emi's flat face frowned while Grace continued peeling them apart. "Wait, I thought I was cooking you for once tonight. And no fair you're so much better at moving in this form!"

*SHHHHHHHRRRRRP*

Grace finished peeling herself away, then waggled a flat finger at Emi. "I said you could. You work too slow dear, now I'm up and ready."

Emi pouted, but was already blushing. "Fine...but you're so damn cute when you're squished!"

"I know."

Grace ducked under the counter to grab a small 4 quart pot and a large 6x4 muffin pan. Emi was licking her flat lips looking at Grace's flattened body bend and twist with enough grace to manage this trick. That grew into giggles when Grace cut her hand like a knife through Emi's waistline, splitting her apart like actual dough just above her skirt.

"He-hey!" Emi was failing miserably at hiding her excitement. "What's going on-oooooooooooooooo don't stop that!"

Grace had peeled up Emi's split off legs, and started mashing them into a gooey mess of a fish-netted ball. "First I need some icing. I know you'll melt fast, so I already have some extra sugar to thicken you up."

Emi's upper half shivered with anticipation so much she half crumpled her flattened form together. "Please use extra. But what about the rest?"

Grace slammed Emi's legs into the pot, then turned the heat on "Melt." Then she snapped Emi's dough sheet of an upper body into the air, where Emi hovered rippling in the non-existent breeze. Then she reached for a loose thread on Emi's sleeve."

"I think there's enough of you left for 2 dozen cupcakes. I just need to do this one..."

Knowing Emi was for it, Grace slid the muffin pan under her, and folded her floppy friend's face so she could get a good look at her. Emi was already cross eyed biting her drawn on lips in anticipation.

"Don't make me wait, JUST DO IT ALREADY!"

"Twing!"
*POINT*
*SHWIP*
"EEEEEEEEEEEEE-YES!"

Emi squeaked as her cookie dough shape split into a mess of multicolored squares. Her fishnet threads sliced through her, making her body scatter and flutter down into the pan below.

Grace smiled and guided Emi's scraps, mushing them into little Emi cup cakes. Grace took her time pressing the many sheets of Emi into each other, saving the soft *SQUISH* Emi made as her fingers pressed in.

Emi could only mumble incoherently from her many locations, too happy about the sensations running through her broken body to complain.

Grace meanwhile was getting a mad sparkle in her eyes, working faster and faster until she picked up Emi's tray. "Ooooh you're going to be so tastyyyy~!"

With a quick motion, she opened the oven and slid Emi in. Once she slammed the door, Grace sat on her knees to look through the glass and watch her Emi cakes bubble and boil inside. Each little pop of hot pink and fishnet black in Emi's form made Grace smile more and more, squeezing her fists together just to work the energy out of her system.

"Ooooh Emi you always taste good. One day maybe you can mix me up but you're just...too...oh my..."

Grace looked down and noticed her own knees melting to the floor. It wasn't the heat from the oven, she just worked herself up thinking about Emi so much that she was losing cohesion just thinking about it. Her legs were quickly spreading into a gooey puddle of lusty red head, a few drops of her long hair stretching down to join them.

When she could feel her belly starting to swirl around like soft serve, Grace knew she was too far gone. She leaned in towards the oven for one more look at her lovely cup cakes, putting out arms that were already dripping melty bits of herself. "I'll see you soon honey. Hope I don't stay melted...too...ooooohhh ~<3"

Grace splatted against the door, spreading into a mess of colors, then splooshed to a thick red and cream colored pile of goop on the floor.

* * *





Grace, ever the careful baker, heard her timer DING after precisely 12 minutes. She reflexively swirled up from her melted state, snapping back into her normal form, to grab an oven mitt. "Oh no I've left it in the oven too long how do I keep letting this happen!"

Then she opened the door, and saw Emi's eyes on two of the almost overcooked cupcakes staring back at her.

Grace face burned, blushing red. "Aaaah...right. You're so CUTE when you're baking!"

Emi's voice was distorted from all of her locations. "Just hurry up! The heat was nice at first but I don't want to burn up!"

Grace did as she was told, sliding Emi out and putting her back on the counter.

Emi blinked again, the only body language she could produce in her condition. "Okay, now where's the rest of me? I can feel it near by but-ACK!"

*SPLASH*
"It's the icing silly! Mmm-hm-mmmm!"

Grace hummed and poured a pot containing the melted remains of Emi's legs on top of the cake pan. She whipped a rubber spatula out of her hair hammer space too, swinging it with expert precision to top off the cupcakes.

Emi's eyes winced before vanishing under the remains of her gooey-leg-frosting. The icing congealed into a pale flesh color with fishnet patterns.

Grace finished up, and nodded. "There, that looks good. Now to cool..."

She produced some cooling racks from under the counter, set them up, then slammed her fists down. The collection of Emi muffins bounced out of the pan into the air, landing neatly arranged on the racks, except for the one in Grace caught in her hands.

Grace breathed deeply, taking in the scent of her latest baked goods. She could feel that chunk of Emi quivering with anticipation in her palm. "Well, don't you look delectable."

She took the Emi muffin to her mouth, and ate half of it in one bite.

*BWOOOM*

Grace's form immediately showed signs of absorbing Emi. The first bite went straight to her hips, expanding her butt and thighs. The second stayed with her chest, testing the strength of her shirt's neckline.

Grace muttered with her mouth full, while her hair gained streaks of Emi's black and hot pink. "Mmmf...I love that you're always so...filling...more!"

Grace jammed another two cupcakes into her mouth, getting more dramatic results. Besides Emi's weight going to all the right places, Grace manifested Emi's trademark fishnets.

She licked her lips while reaching for more. "Oh we are going to have FUN together with this body."

The cupcakes on the table all spoke up in unison. "We know!"

*BOP*bop*bop*

One by one, each of the remaining treats snapped back into a tiny copy of Emi. Grace clumsily tried to grab them, but she could feel the part of Emi fusing within fighting her. "Oh? What are you planning silly?"

The Emis danced around Grace's hands, and jumped at her. Grace thought none were doing anything particularly dangerous, until she saw where each was going.

All of them grabbed a loose string on her new fishnets, holding it as they fell to the floor.

Grace felt the outfit tightening around her enlarged assets, squeezing her In delightful ways, even if she did want to play with Emi more. Parts of her tummy bubbled out as the net squeezed. Mass from her feet and neck shunted to her head, boobs, and butt, expanding them to ridiculous sizes while straining through the netting.

Grace approximated a shrug in her weird shape. "I guess...we're going...AYEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

*SHWP*SHWP!*

Grace was sliced apart by the clothing squishing her, tumbling apart to the floor in a collection of colorful cubes. Many of them were still holding some of Emi's colors.

Once Grace had settled into a disorganized pile of fleshy wobbly cubes, the Emi's gathered in front of her and high fived.

One of them stepped in front of the rest. Grace's eyes blinked from the pile, unaware of just how much control Emi had in this state until now. "Good work me. Now let's carry Grace to the pastry puffer. Then we'll..."

All of the Emi's felt Grace quake with anticipation, enhanced all the more by the bit of herself already fused into her.

"The Emis shook it off. "Then...honestly we'll probably all get squished together and I think we want that anyway. Let's go!"

"YEAAAAAAAAAH!"

Each Emi hefted a pile of cubes. Each of them felt the warmth of Grace's body, Grace's gaze on them, and a small mental connection to the bit in Grace.

Which Grace took the time to think at. "You...know the puffer is unstable right? I might end up splattered all over the kitchen."

"Trust me honey. I'm counting on it."

"That's why I love ya!"