Grace opened the door to her and Emi’s bedroom. The pair just returned home from a double dinner date with Zoe and Jess, some fancy restaurant with a dress code, and she wanted to get out of her fancy white gown before part two of their evening. In fact, Zoe and Jess were doing the same in the guest room.
Of course, the real problem with this was the door.
One, that restaurant’s food was REALLY good. So good it was hard to stop eating. All of which which meant Grace was at least triple her normal size, with her giant butt stuck in the door frame. “Uuuugh! See Emi? Trust a baker when she says we need wide doors for wide loads. This is why I don’t make myself this big very often.”
Two, the reply came from Grace’s rear-end, or rather, the somewhat smeared goth girl flattened against her size 60 waistline. “I told you not to eat a 6th dessert! Hurry up and squeeze through so you can shake me out.”
Grace sighed. “And I told you to eat more than two unless you wanted to be flattened against me when I tripped. Besides, I recall you saying you ‘loved my dessert buns’. “
Flat Emi blushed. “I...I-I was still seeing stars, okay? Just get in!”
Grace would have smiled, but she was busy trying to push herself through. She braced both arms against the other side of the door and grunted, forcing her body through.
“HnnnnnYAH!”
SQUISH
POP!
A large rectangular Grace finally squished herself through, ready to get changed. “Alright...one problem solved. Now…”
Grace blew into her thumb, making her body pop into shape and jiggle violently. Then she worked on reaching for Emi. “Come on, I know... you’re down there...somewhere...oh to heck with it. I need to take this off anyway.”
After 10 seconds of chubby arms reaching around, Grace just pulled her dress off instead. Now a 400+ pound woman clad in soft-white undergarments, she gave the whole dress a shake, popping Emi into shape.
For a moment, an equally fattened up Emi floated in the air, wearing an expensive black sleeveless dress with hot pink accents, and fishnet stockings.
“Whew. Thanks Gra-OOF!”
SLAM
RUMBLE
Then Emi crashed back to the floor, shaking the entire house with her weight. She rubbed her partially squished rear end, willing herself back into a puffy shape. “Uuugh...one day I’ll figure out where my weight goes when flattened.”
Grace giggled, pulling one of many identical dresses out of the closet. “Life’s mysteries. Get dressed though hon, I don’t want to leave our guests waiting too long.”
Emi rocked back and forth before rolling her chubby body onto her feet. She walked to her side of the closet to select from her set of identical fishnets. “What, don’t want them thinking we’re up here trying to melt each other?” Emi fluttered her eyelids mockingly as she finished.
“Nope.” Grace shifted some outfits to the side with a clack of hangers. “I don’t want them actually melting inside anything in the kitchen. They can use the guest room to change but it’d be rude to make them move fast while we…”
Grace paused, noticing Emi pulling her own black dress over her head, leaving her in stockings and hot pink underwear. She managed to control her body from going wild, only needing to push her telescoping eyes back into place, but still…
“Until we what Grace?” Emi absent mindedly asked, looking at her clothes to put on.
SLAP
“Hey!”
Grace giggled, not shy about giving Emi’s butt a squeeze. “Come on, Jess brought some new game for us to try out. She says it’s from a reputable maker. We should hurry down.”
Emi blushed, feeling Grace’s grip on her...squeezing her...flowing into her...or was that just her own body…
SPLOOOSH
Grace bit her lip, looking at the massive peach and pink puddle she created. “Guess I should text them that we’ll be a minute.”
* * *
Zoe looked up the stairs, also chubby from dinner but otherwise in her normal outfit. “Come on you two! Scarlett could get changed faster with Amber watching.”
The door opened, and Grace slipped out, though not without some effort. Her big body shook from the effort of squeezing through. “Coming! Emi, hurry up.”
Emi, however, was not so lucky. “Okay, okay, sorry I-”
THOOMP
SQUISH
Or at least tried to walk out. Now Emi was stuck in the door. “Oh for crying out...Grace! Give me a hand!”
Grace quickly spun back and took Emi’s chubby arms. She gave a few pulls, stretching Emi’s arms longer, all while unintentionally giving Zoe a good view of her backside. Leaving the bombshell frozen at the bottom of the stairs, staring up. “Oooo...”
Grace geared up for one more tug. “Come on Emi, suck it in! One, two…”
POP
“WHOA!”
Grace did pull Emi out of the door, but it was right onto herself. Grace half squished under her heavy Emi, but both tumbled down the stairs together. The force of each bounce was enough to mold them together into a single ball, half Grace’s face half Emi’s.
The shouted. “AAAAAAAH!!!”
Zoe stared, opening her arms for a hug. “Ooooo that looks like FUN!”
SQUIIIIIIIIIIISH
SLAM!
SPLAAAAAAAAAT
Emi and Grace could feel something pleasantly doughy squishing under them. They didn’t get to see Zoe’s body collapse and spread across the floor, but both blushed at the warm feeling of her flesh against their ball body.
At least until they slammed into the wall, squishing into a huge circle.
That was enough to summon big Jess from setup. “What’s all that racket? You three starting without me?”
Jess looked at the 6 foot Zoe pancake, smiling on the floor, black hearts bubbling above her. She followed Zoe’s gaze to the equally large Grace and Emi yin-yang pattern on the wall.
Jess smiled and shook her head. “I can’t believe you’re flattening each other with out me. I’ll peel everyone off the walls tonight, but if you do this next time I’m making balloons. And Zoe can tell you, I am NOT gentle with them.”
All three stickers blushed at the thought, while Jess ripped them off the wall, tucked their rolled up forms under her arm, and walked back to the table for the game.
The red one muttered “Can I be a balloon anyway?”
Emi yelled “GRACE!”
* * *
Restorations complete, even with the extra weigh lingering, Jess was finishing game setup, while Grace got extra seats for Emi and Zoe at the table. “This one’s pretty simple. Everyone is running a bakery in the board game, buying ingredients, managing appliances, and entertaining guests.”
Grace rolled her eyes. “There’s a little more to it than that you know.”
Emi and Zoe laughed, but Jess rolled with it. “Yeah, most games don’t get everything. But the point is, depending on what happens, someone gets sucked into their equipment, or one of their guests gets angry with them...you get the idea. Now this game got some help from our inventor friends, so when your character gets eliminated from a round...Zoe, care to demonstrate?”
The black haired bombshell crossed her legs up on the table, giving Grace and Emi a good view of her extra thicc thighs. “I thought you’d never ask. These game explanations always take forever, but showing off is always my favor-ITE!”
SMASH
SQUISH
With the push of a button, two long robot arms with white gloved hands came out of a box on the table. They hovered above Zoe’s head, then crashed down on her. Zoe’s head splatted into the rest of her, mushing her toony body together in a layered chubby mess. They slammed in from the sides next, squishing in her tummy then her legs compressing Zoe’s body further into a chubby cube of jiggly woman.
Satisfied with the result, one arm reached back into the box and retrieved a tin can. It slammed it down on Zoe-
SMOOOOSH
CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAK
Well, it tried to slam it down. Zoe was still too big from dinner to be squished into such a small space that easily. Lots of Zoe’s tan flash mushroomed out of the can, slowly creaking as she was forced in.
Undeterred, the hands picked up the can, “looked” at Zoe’s butt ballooning out, then SMACK slammed her the rest of the way in with a squishy THOOMP
Zoe’s voice echoed from inside. “Oooooh...that was a good massage, but r-r-rougher next time please...”
Grace and Emi cracked up, laughing at the table. Grace was slyly covering her mouth, clearly wondering what the experience would be like.
Emi, however, was pounding the table. “Oh man that was awesome! Zoe never gets it like that!”
“Oh don’t worry.” Jess calmly pushed the next button. “She’s not done yet.”
The two hands retracted, but 10 more came out. They stuffed in apples, carrots, potatoes, and all sorts of herbs and spices. Then one slammed a lid on the can, lifted it up, and shook it.
That’s when Grace and Emi noticed the can’s label for the first time. “Zoe Feast To-Go,” with Zoe posing with her fingers in a peace sign on the label.
SQUISHSWISH*SQUISH*SWISH*
“Ooo! Ack! Ooooooo WHOA! Hey-wahhaaaaaaaaaaaah?!”
Zoe grunted and squeaked while her can got shook up, but after thirty seconds she was “done.” The hands opened the can over the table, and gave it one good shake upside down.
KER-SILVERWARED
With a metal clatter, a whole fancy dinner came out of the can. There were roast potatoes and a few other sides, but the main attraction was a massive black roast turkey. Its drumsticks were sticking up along with its wings, and of course, it had Zoe’s head with spiral eyes and long braid.
Grace blinked, rubbed her eyes, then looked everything over. “They actually did it! I heard the meal tech was in development but I haven’t been able to get a hold of this for testing yet.”
Emi reached in, salivating. “Yeah there’s no way Grace wouldn’t know this. The real test though is always…”
RIP
Emi grabbed one of Zoe’s drumsticks, revealing the juicy tan insides for the first time. She bit into it skeptically, but quickly nodded. “Mmmm! She’s juicy!”
Emi emphasized her point by putting the entire Zoe drumstick into her mouth and eating it, gaining about 30 pounds of bigger butt in the process.
Zoe, still dizzy, finally spoke. “Always brine me before roasting...ooof…”
Emi ignored the remark and looked at Grace. “You know babe, I love you and your cake, but you’d look great like this too.”
Jess clapped her hands together. “Well that’s good, since whoever wins gets to have some fun with the losers for the night. For example, if you don’t finish your meal…”
CLICK
Emi froze, cheeks stuffed mid chew. She and Grace watched the arms emerge again with a pile of metal parts. They put together some soft of tall rectangular 3D frame. Once it was complete enough, the hands gave each other a thumbs up, then turned to Emi.
“Meep?”
GRAB
STREEEEEEEEEEETCH
They grabbed Emi and stretched her mouth all the way to the floor. The goth girl waved her arms, trying to scramble away but only managed to stretch her mouth even bigger. Her voice came out muffled since she couldn’t completely control her mouth. “WHOOOOOOOOOOOOA WHOA That’s too big what are you!”
Then the hands slammed the frame into Emi’s mouth.
STREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETCH
CREEEEEEEEEEEEEAK
KER-THUNK
Emi’s body twisted and fought against it, but she was morphing to accommodate the parts inside her. She stretched into a large rectangle herself, before popping into her new shape. A large french-doored refrigerator rattled on the ground. Emi’s face was painted on the top, her arm handles attached to her front between her flattened but stretched wide breasts, complete with suspiciously placed water dispensers.
Now it was Grace’s turn to laugh. “Hahaha! Emi stop worshiping the fridge! But I guess if you want to make me dinner…”
Grace slid closer to the Emi fridge, which was now focusing her annoyed eyes on Grace. “...you can put me inside you any time.”
That was all Jess needed to hear before one more demo. CLICK
In much less dramatic fashion, the hands simply opened Emi’s freezer door. Grace saw it coming and laughed, raising her arms in mock defense. “Oh no! The game is going to freeze-”
CRRRRRRRRK
Indeed, Emi was cold enough to instantly freeze Grace at close range. The red head baker was now completely ice blue, a beautiful sculpture in front of the freezer.
Not that the hands cared for art - They threw her into Emi with a loud CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSH!!!
A few ice cubes scattered out but the hands quickly slammed the door shut before more of Grace’s shattered body escaped. Then, they pushed a button on Emi’s front panel, making the goth fridge shake.
“Whooooooooaaaaah I didn’t think I had settiiiiIIiiIiIiiings!!”
RATTLERATTLE*
DING
Jess walked up holding a large bowl, then pushed a button on the dispenser on Emi’s breast. Red soft serve ice cream came out of a spout, swirling until eventually a bit looking like Grace’s face settled on top.
Jess put her on the table. “Well, how’d it feel? I need to give feedback so I can keep getting free demo copies of games.”
The Grace ice cream looked up thoughtfully. “The cold was fun. The hands were maybe a little too hard when they shattered me, but I guess it needed to happen. Mixing together as crushed ice is more fun in my bakery machines though.”
“Good to know...” Jess took the notes then picked up a restoration beam to zap all 3. “There you go. We do this a few times, maybe we play one game for fun first just to learn it, then we get to the winner has a fun night round.”
“Eh-Hem”
Zoe loudly cleared her throat, leaning back in the chair with leg on the table again...missing the other leg. “Jess, don’t you have a favorite you wanted to demo before we started?”
Jess sighed. “I mean...it’s fun...but shouldn’t we get started and-”
SNATCH
Zoe stretched an arm across the room to grab the remote. “Until you fix my leg being in the fridge, you get this.”
CLICK Jess frowned when the hands came out one more time, this time with a helium tank. She didn’t try to move out of the way when the oversized hands grabbed her, then stretched her out long like a piece of dough, squishing her arms against her sides and her legs together.
THOOOMP
HIIIIIIIIIIIISSHIIIIIIIIIIISSS*
Jess had the tank slammed into her mouth, and she could feel the air flow in. Her body creaked as it filled with the floaty gas, stretching and expanding to be twice as big as normal, even if stuck as a tube. The more she grew, the more she changed from a squished woman to a large clown balloon with her features painted on the side. It was kinda relaxing, but she knew what was next.
SQUEAK
CREAK
“Eep!”
KER-SNAP
Once Jess was full enough, the hands went to work on her. Twisting her body around in a flurry of movement, the purple, brown, and green balloon quickly turned into a bright magenta blur. She was bend and looped through herself, a weird massage even on a good day.
Then the movement stopped, the hands were holding a purple dragon balloon animal. They put a string on Jess’s tail, then handed it to Zoe.
“Aaaaaaw! Aren’t you so cuuute!”
“Come on Zoe,” Jess’s voice came through muffled, not able to speak properly through her overinflated balloon shape. “We’ve got a game to play.”
Grace and Emi were laughing around the table, clearly fans of Jess’s new look.
Zoe just smiled at her balloon. “Not until I get my leg back.”
The balloon’s painted on eyes rolled. “It’s in Emi, duh! She ate it.”
“Oh yeah.”
Zoe’s head snapped towards Emi, who immediately stopped laughing. “Uh oh...ACK WAHRAGRBEABL!”
Grace fell to the floor laughing when Zoe reached into Emi. One hand stretched Emi’s mouth down while the other reached inside. There was a lot of empty metallic rattling, perhaps from spare fridge parts, but eventually Zoe emerged holding her leg.
“There...how’s about I fix this then we get started?”
* * *
“And that’s our practice game. I think the machine worked pretty well! Thanks helping with testing. So...does everything in the game rules make sense?”
Jess took the practice game, surrounded by her many misshapen friends. All three voices echoed with mixed emotions, “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh…”
Emi and Zoe were squished together into a cube. Emi’s face was bent around the middle, going into the seem between Zoe’s oversized flattened breasts. Her cheeks were bright red, and she failed to look annoyed through the smile on her face, and eyes locked on the huge breast she was attached to. “Someone get me out! I can barely breathe stuck in here.”
“Oh please.” Zoe’s visible eye rolled on her half of the cube. “You’re enjoying it in there as much as I am. Plus if you really couldn’t breathe and you collapsed into an inky puddle, that would get both of us out of this.”
“ZOE!” Emi screamed with the least believable rage. “That makes it sound worse!!!”
“It’s fine Emi.” Grace replied from her new shape as a painting propped up in her chair. She resembled Munch’s “The Scream”, though with a more bakery themed background and herself as the screamer. “It's not like you don't end up smashed into someone else's chest every weekend when you lose at-”
“GRACE!” Emi had steam shooting out of her half-cube at this point.
“Now now ladies,” Jess announced while getting out the restoration beam, “we’ll have plenty of time to decide whose tits we’d most like to be smashed into later. But for now, we have the main event.”
With 2 zaps, the 3 transformed women were unraveled from their transformations, and stitched back together in their normal shapes.
Jess waited for everyone to clear the stars from over their heads before continuing. “So just to recap, whoever has the lowest score at the end of the round gets it from the game. If there’s a tie, they both get it. The last woman standing can squish the others around for a night of fun almost any way they see fit. So unless someone has anything to add to their ‘I definitely WILL NOT do that’ list...let’s play!”
* * *
Zoe placed a piece on the board. “And that’s another shipment of artisan breads filled. That gets me ahead of Grace!”
“Oooooo!” Jess and Emi looked to Grace, who if things stood, was going to be the first one out.
Zoe rested her chin on her bridged hands. “Your move dear. Care to admit who the better chef is yet?”
Grace flipped her big red hair back, eyes locked on Zoe’s. “Oh, I’ve been turned into enough big cakes to know when it’s coming. But can you deal with it dear? Because I’ve got…”
She put down a meeple and a card for a Bakery Walk-In. “Match Competitor’s Pricing. I get to cash in the same bakery sale you made for one less point…” She moved a score token… “And Bam! We’re tied.
Zoe’s Jaw dropped to the table. “But I had you! I was going to make the biggest cake out of you!”
Grace put an arm around Zoe’s shoulder. “And now you’re stuck with me. It’s not so bad is it?”
Zoe pouted, resting her ear against crossed arms on the table. “I mean...massages are nice...But I wanted to bake with Jess tonight!”
“Too bad!” CLICK
Everyone turned to Emi’s sudden move, hitting the button before Jess had a chance to. The prospect of eliminating Zoe was too much for Emi to wait on. There were lights blinking under the scoring track briefly, before Grace and Zoe’s markers both glowed.
Then came the robot arms again. Jess narrated for everyone. “So Grace’s points were mostly in candy, while Zoe’s were mostly in bread. So if I’m right…”
The box produced two machines, both impossibly large for the small space they emerged from. One oversized taffy puller, and a large mixer with a bread hook. Both machines were carelessly dropped on the floor near the players.
Grace and Zoe looked at each other with nervous anticipation.
“So much for backing with Jess tonight.”
“Eeeh don’t worry. If you’re lucky they’ll add enough yeast to inflate you to huge sizes and-”
“Grace, don’t quit your day JOOOOB!”
Zoe was lifted by the hands and unceremoniously thrown into the bread mixer. The hook grabbed her ankle, and she was whisked away into oblivion. Tan limb and black dress spiraled into the mixing bowl thanks to the hook, squishing together with wet noises and Zoe’s squees. Her legs piled up like soft serve while her arms clung to her chair. This left her tummy stretched across the room while her mass got sucked into the bowl, until eventually snapping back together, boobs jammed into the top of the bowl while her head phased through herself. Zoe’s chest essentially deflated while slowly getting mixed and kneaded together with the rest of her into a black squishy dough, all the while moaning.
“OOOOh yeah, Jess these machines still know how SQUISH to treat a girl right.”
Grace meanwhile got thrown into the taffy maker. Her punishment for bad jokes was having her back and long hair to slam into a middle bar, which started the contraption spinning. That stretched her midsection over her legs, which themselves got stretched up towards Grace’s butt, while her hair was stretched and slammed into her back, distorting her now smiling face. The toony girl was being stretched around like a rubber band, looking like she was going to snap somewhere until finally the machine broke through her resistance. Grace was slammed into herself in 3 places, mashing her together into a mostly red candy goo, and giving Grace the release she needed.
“Oooooh that stretch was fun. More more!”
Grace and Zoe continued getting mixed and stretched and in general worked over by the new kitchen appliances. Their colors each swirled together as they got smoohed together, until Grace was reduced to light red bands of candy taffy, and Zoe was a dark gray mystery of dough. Neither could do much while getting worked over but vocalize their pleasure.
Although it did force Emi to hold her shirt’s collar open. Despite her fishnets and generally loose clothing, a huge blast of steam emerged from her neckline.
Jess wore a sly grin, visibly turned on by Zoe’s transformation. “If you think that’s fun, I can get you some more...customized...versions for later.”
Emi just nodded. “How long...I mean do we play? Or do we wait until they’re done? Or…”
Jess’s eyes were locked on following Zoe spinning in the bowl. “If you need a minute that’s okay. These games are known for having that effect on people.”
Emi blankly stared at her lovely, moaning band of red goop, getting methodically stretched into herself over and over again. She was sweating more and more, until the drops were clearly her own melting self. Her fishnets were sliding around, half moving through her and half melding into her body.
“Okay...yeah that’s a good idea. I think I’m gonna need…*SPLASH*...a minute...”
SPLOOOOSH
Jess looked at the colorful black and pink goth puddle and laughed. “I’ll go get some drinks.”
She ran a finger through the Zoe dough along the way, giving it a taste. “Mmmm, licorice.”
* * *
Once Emi solidified, they continued the game while it finished prepping Zoe and Grace. Jess and Emi’s second round went slightly longer than the first as a result, each snacking on their friends and putting on even more extra weight.
A chubby Jess reached across the table, putting down one last cake. “There. That might be enough. I think one cake means I get one more piece of Grace though?”
Emi nodded, snacking on another slice of Zoe bread, making her butt expand and jiggle off her seat. “You do, lucky girl. She’s extra sweet when she’s like that.”
Jess pinched off a piece of Grace taffy from the blob of candy mush under the taffy machine, ate it, and grew another 2 sizes. “Mmmmm she is. You’re lucky.”
Emi grinned at that. “Well, you’re right about that.” She put down another card. “Filled Pastry Special! That, I take my staff multiplied by...don’t forget my extra oven…”
Jess sank in her chair but smiled. “Yeah yeah math girl, I know what it means. That puts you ahead by...?”
“One point.”
“Son of a-WHOA!” Jess didn’t have time to finish before the box at the middle of the table started transforming into something huge. The arms came out and grabbed Jess, then brought her in towards a new machine sprouting from the center. It was a large metal box like a strange oven, but with a narrow top.
Naturally this means they had to jam Jess’s expanded booty in, requiring a lot of stuffing to make her hips, already overflowing from her jeans, SHLURP into the opening. They pushed and kneaded Jess’s ass in, legs kicking reflexively to each shove, although it was clear to Emi that Jess was enjoying it.
“Mmmmph! Harder! SQUISH ME YOU STUPID BOARD GA-MMMPH!”
Emi giggled, trying not to think too hard about the Strong hands massage skills, then watched the box rumble. Some magenta smoke came out the top, and shortly after…
DING
WHRRRRR
The tiny box opened up with a blast of heat – enough to notice but not enough to change Emi’s shape. A large tray slid out, holding 13 filled donuts in a 4-5-4 formation. Each was brown with purple frosting, though every other pastry had different cream filling oozing out. Half had Grace-red, the others Zoe-black.
Emi wiggled her fingers, looking down at what became of her friends. “Oooo tasty! I guess it’s okay if I have one.”
She grabbed one with Grace filling, and took a bite. “Mmmmm tastes like Grace! But with that great touch of … that must be Jess. Too good. And it’s so fill-”
BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMP
The weight IMMEDIATELY went to Emi’s belly, forcing her shirt to roll up to accommodate her new stomach. The calories didn’t ignore her boobs and butt either, as all of her expanded where she stood.
Emi ran her hands along her new plump figure. “Mmmm, and that’s just one. Maybe I could just turn you and Zoe into food all night and mess with Grace at this size...but I have some other plans.”
She picked up one of the Zoe-filled donuts. “Not that you escape. NOM!”
Emi licked her lips at the wonderful flavor, before rumbling into an even fatter version of herself. Her skirt was barely covering her butt at this point, though you wouldn’t know it from the smile on her face. “Oooookay. Now…I think there’s a little but of all of us in here?”
Emi looked in a mirror. There was a flash to her eyes, then her hair changed color. The black changed to red, the hot pink grew closer to a Jess magenta and grew twin short braids. That, and her breasts were definitely approaching Zoe proportions.
“Oooo, I need a photo for Grace!” Emi smiled and grabbed her phone. After she had her picture, she looked back to the box. “So from what Jess said, to restore everyone, we just look at the middle computer piece and push...this button.”
CLICK
Emi found the button and waited. At first nothing happened, and she considered grabbing another Grace donut. Before she could though, the hands came out and grabbed her once more, needing 4 hands to grab Emi by her newly tree-trunked thighs. Emi’s mass shifted around as they lifted her, making her belly and butt bunch up like smooshed clay as the hands hefted her into the air. A fifth hand emerged and slammed a large wooden barrel on the ground, and the other hands lifted Emi over it.
The fifth hand quickly stuffed the foodified remains of the other 3 into the barrel. Emi watched with anticipation, biting her lip with her skirt and chubby flesh shifting around. “Heh...nice hands?”
SQUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH
Emi was slammed into the barrel. Her top half deformed into a mess of doughy flesh, her peach mass overflowing the edges with blinking eyes floating around her splattered self. Her butt squished her belly into visible layers of Emi trying to get squished in, with gravity pulling her skirt up to expose her big butt to the room.
SHQUIIIIISH
“AAAAAAAHH!!!”
The hands lifted Em up, stretching her out, only to slam her in again. Her top half finished flowing in, leaving her big butt and stubby kicking legs on the outside.
The hands lifted her legs and pushed again, but only succeeded in stretching Emi’s body repeatedly, and making Emi groan from the sensation of her body rippling from the force. She was getting squished enough, some of her was starting to bubble through her fishnets.
“Oooooh...I’m gonna….aaaaah!…”
Before Emi could escape through scattering apart, one more hand emerged with a giant plunger, and jammed it over Emi’s posterior. That squished most of Emi back together, leaving bits of her hot pink skirt and fleshy form overflowing out from under it. Five squishes and one long Emi moan later,
SQUISHSQUISH*SQUISH*
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
THOOMP
Emi was stuffed into the barrel.
The four hands took turns hand-shaking each other, then two retracted in. The remaining hands lifted the barrel, and gave it a good shake.
SPLASH
“WHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHAHHHHAHHHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
WHRRRRRRRRRRR
SLOSH
After a few shakes, the hands spun the barrel a thigh speeds. The sloshing was enough to signal that Emi had liquefied. The voices of all four ladies echoed from inside, further signaling the barrel acted as a sort of centrifuge, splitting them apart. It stopped after 5 seconds, eliciting a loud dizzy moan from everyone within.
Satisfied with the result, it cracked the barrel open and dumped out the contents. Four blobs of goo splashed to the carpet, black, red, hot pink, and magenta.
“Uuuuugh…”
“Did anyone get the number on that steamroller?”
They slowly started reforming, heads and arms emerging from each of their puddles. Only Jess seemed unbothered by the experience, slowing down once she was up to her hips.
“Well, Emi won.” She leaned forward with a smile, folding her hands to rest her chin on with elbows in her puddle. “I wouldn’t have minded helping you pack on pounds for the evening to squish that special someone, but you still get to play with us.”
Emi pulled herself up with another creak, stretching her fishnet clad midriff out of the pink goop until she snapped into shape, skirt fluttering in the air. “Yeah...Jess I might ask for some help with this. You see…”
She whispered something in Jess’s ear. The purple haired woman nodded. “Holy shit that’s amazing. Yeah just punch that button...then that one…”
Zoe and Grace sat half formed, breasts resting on their puddles, and watched Emi follow the instructions.
Grace shouted teasingly. “Be careful honey, don’t fall for any traps.”
Zoe elbowed her with a wet splat from their half formed bodies. “Oh please, Jess is surprisingly honorable about these things.”
Emi finished hitting buttons, then looked back at them. “I’m glad you think so Zoe, because you’re first up.
Zoe jumped into the air, legs forming in the process. “Awesome! So what are you doing with me? Bean bag chair? Just making me even bigger? Oh you naught thing, don’t tell me you-”
The hands brought out the top of an industrial paper shredder.
Zoe’s excitement immediately vanished. “What?! Petty revenge?! That’s it?! I oughta-”
Emi clicked one more button with a loud beep. “Remember Zoe, my rules tonight.”
Zoe sighed, resigned to her fate as a pair of robot hands grabbed her arms to throw her in. “Fine, but don’t expect any mercy from me next time we-ACK!”
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
The shredder started squishing and slicing Zoe into a fine pile of confetti. Zoe’s upper body vibrated from the force, shaking wildly and putting a surprisingly large smile on her face. She blushed bright red whenever anything sensitive passed through, shouting “OOOOOOOH YEAH THAT’S TIGHT!” when she was briefly jammed in place by her breasts.
After a few seconds, Zoe was just a pile of shreds. Emi gathered her up, and ran over to a large planter the machine spat out. She jammed Zoe in, scattering a little dirt in the process, then let the machine do the watering with a bottle of Toony Grow.
Emi checked her watch and tapped her foot.
Jess watched anxiously. “I’m not sure anyone’s tested this feature before.”
Grace just raised an eyebrow. “I mean, we’ve always appreciated Zoe’s melons, but isn’t this a bit literal?”
They laughed, just in time for the sound of earth shifting to fill the room. Several large tan plant stalks emerged, stretching like tendrils towards the ceiling. Eventually black ears of corn grew on the sides with yellow silk, matching Zoe’s color scheme.
Grace laughed. “We just finished baking and now you want corn? Isn’t that a lot of extra work just to-”
BEEP
The box handed Emi herself a large popcorn popper, easily half her height. “It’s only extra work for you babe.”
Grace slid back still half formed on a red puddle, bringing her hand to cover her heart. “Me? Honey I don’t know what you think I’m going to-”
SLAM
STREEEEEEETCH
Emi used both hands to slam the popper into Grace’s mouth. Her lips comically stretched around it, while Grace waved her arms at her sides.
“AAACK! MMMPH! What the?!”
CRRREEEEEEEAK
More and more of Grace stretched and morphed around the popper. Even her gooified legs wrapped around the bottom, forming into the base of the device.
DING
Grace’s transformation into a massive air popper finished. Her eyes were on the lid, the controls on her “chest”, the base resembled her red pleated skirt. Her eyes looked down around herself, somewhere between puzzled and insulted. “What, you’re making me a Zoe popcorn machine for the night?! That’s it?!”
Jess replied, “You know she doesn’t have to keep you in one shape all night. We’re quite literally putty in her hands.”
Emi grabbed two ears of Zoe corn and walked back to Grace. “Yup! Besides, you’re my favorite chef, and I’ve seen you morph into appliances before. You might say I know how to push your buttons.”
“Aw, that’s sweet of you to-MMMPH!”
Emi moved like a blur, eventually motioning for Jess to help. They stuffed Grace with all 40 ears of Zoe corn. It so much that after the first ten, Grace’s body expanded outward with metal crunches to fit all of Zoe inside. Her eyes started surprised, but quickly rolled back in ecstasy.
Then Emi pushed the button.
Grace whirred to life, bouncing in place while her machine body went to work. Emi watched patiently while Jess found a giant bowl for what came next.
POP
POP-POP
POPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOP
A collection of multicolored popcorn spewed out of Grace, filling the 6 gallon bowl with fresh Zoe. When she was all done, her eyes were spinning. “Ooooh...I didn’t know I had that in me.”
“I never doubted.” Emi said, zapping Grace with a restore beam. “Now…”
Grace was wobbly on her feet, having just been unbolted and disconnected in general torn apart as a machine, before getting gooped back into a fleshy form. Emi slid right up besides her and put her arm around Grace’s shoulders, then put a pamphlet in her face. “Okay okay, check out these couch models. Which one do you want to have in tall, dark, and Jessica?”
The red head snapped out of it, shaking her head and scattering a few red screws to the floor. “Uuuh...this looks comfy. Leg rests!”
Emi nodded and punched a few more buttons.
Jess opened her arms as the machine rumbled. “Alright you dumb machine, try me! Do your wor-MMM!”
Two arms reached out and stretched Jess wide, like a cheap plastic bag. Another one came out holding a big if plain couch, and jammed it. Jess’s body stretched and creaked, expanding in strange places as it tried to adjust to the thing being stuffed inside her. Her torso stretched wide across, while her arms puffed up and twisted into cushy arm rests. Her green shirt expanded for the back, while her jeans squished wide towards being the seat cushions.
P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-POP!
Once enough was in her, Jess’s body made one final rubbery noise and clattered in front of the TV as a 2 person love seat. Her two seat cushions were clearly her butt from the pocket stitching, while the back cushions were green with a brown V where her generous neck line should have been. She had 4 throw pillows, two of her purple eyes and two larger cushions resembling her breasts.
Grace giggled, giving Emi a kiss on the cheek. “Aaaaw this is adorable! We get to watch a movie and hang out on Jess? She looks so comfy!”
“Actually,” Emi reached back for one more item from the machine, “I’m still missing my favorite blanket.”
Grace started to object, then remembered the game. She stood up at attention. “Very well. I accept my fate.” She looked up dramatically. “Do with me what you will!”
Emi moved fast, slamming Grace onto a work bench the machine provided from no where, and raised a glowing hot iron above her head. “With gusto.”
SQUIIIIIIIIIIIISH
Grace squirmed with glee while she could, but didn’t resist much. Her fat baker bod squished wide across the table, malleable flesh rippling as Emi ironed her out. She could feel the wrinkles literally melting away from the heat. “Mmmm Emi you remembered my favorite heat settings! This feels wonderf-EEP!”
Grace was interrupted by the iron squishing her face flat. Once Emi finished with her face though, both ladies laughed together until Grace was transformed into a massive comfy blanket.
* * *
Two hours and a movie later, Emi was trying to stay awake. She knew she had to make the most of this chance.
“Okay, what do I do with you three now...Grace, another movie?”
Her blanket’s embroidered face looked up at her, hearts in her eyes. “As long as you keep squeezing me tight against you, it’s whatever you want love. Don’t forget more popcorn, you’re a growing girl!”
Emi looked to the half empty bowl, and her own chubby arm. She had doubled in size for the third time that evening, again with her own melon sized breasts and massive squishing hips. Jess was doing her best, but her couch body was starting to sag in the middle from the extra weight.
Emi rolled her eyes and shoveled in another handful of Zoe, rumbling larger and growing a slight pink braid in the process. “Are you sure you’re okay with this hon? I can feel you getting stretched out.”
There was in fact a rubbery creak from Grace as Emi expanded. “Ooooh it feels good though. If anyone’s gonna tear me to shreds it’s best if it’s you. Besides, We both know you’ve gotten bigger than this trying my new desserts.”
Emi laughed. “Only when you ARE the dessert.”
The pair laughed, stopping only at the creak of the front door. Trinity stood with one foot inside, stunned frozen by what she saw. “Uuuuh...home early. Jill got us kicked out of the conference. Is this a party night I forgot about? Why is Jess a couch?”
Emi and her Grace blanket stared back at her, not embarrassed but not sure of what to say.
Until their couch spoke up, speaking from the lower cushions as if they were a mouth. “Hey Trinity. Room for one more! I promise I’m comfortable and Emi isn’t flattening everything in the room...yet.”
CRACK
Jess knew she shouldn’t have said it. The moment the words left her mouth, there was a wooden crack from Jess, aa Emi’s huge butt squished the couch cushions towards the floor.
SQUOOOOOOOSH
Trinity took one more look at fat Emi and squished Grace and Jess, before slowly walking out. “Don’t worry. I’ll...find a hotel.”
Emi and Grace cracked up laughing as soon as Trinity left.
“Alright Grace.” She said, lifting the whole bowl of Zoe. “Ready for an endurance test?”
Grace could already feel Emi expanding into her and stretching her blanket form to its limits. “Always love.”