[bubblegum TF, ff, multiple, bimbofication, clean popping]
Like many of the Pop Palace line of products, this one appeared mysteriously overnight. In a corner of the common room in the girls dormitory a sizable gum-ball machine just showed up one day. It had a large glass dome filled with multi-colored gum balls. Below that there were two buttons on either side of what looked like a flashlight sticking out from the center. And below that was a large dispenser where gum balls would presumably fall out. There did not appear to be any way to deposit quarters. Just those two buttons. Above them in the cast iron molding were the words “trick-or-treat.”
It did not take long for the girl’s dormitory to figure out what that machine did. Jen, a blond petite freshman, had seen it in action on the first day of its arrival. Several girls had gone up to it and gotten gum balls by pressing the left button. That seemed normal, until an unlucky girl pushed the right button. The flashlight in the middle of the machine lit up and the girl disappeared with a gasp. Her empty clothes fell gently to the floor in a heap. A few seconds later a brand new gum ball dropped into the glass dome. The machine had turned her into gum!
That seemed easy enough to avoid. Just keep pressing the left button and you’d be fine. But Pop Palace products are as sneaky as they are entertaining. The next day a girl went up to it and pressed the left button. The light flashed and she was gone as a new ball dropped into the dome. “So that’s why it’s called the Trick-or-Treat!” Thought Jen. “It switches which button turns you into gum each day!”
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As the weeks went on, Jen started to notice the number of girls in her dormitory was slowly dwindling. No doubt a result of the new machine. Bubble gum blowing had become a bit of a fad, and there was a good reason why. Several reasons, actually. The first was that when you blew a bubble the physical appearance of the girl who had been gumballed began to take shape.
Jen had gotten a ball from the machine when she had felt particularly brave one day. As she chewed the gum she could’ve sworn she heard soft moaning. When she started to blow a bubble, it slowly began to resemble a girl from her Trig class who had gone missing a week prior. As she blew bigger and bigger, the girl’s face, arms, breasts, and feet began to take shape. The girl’s lips were attached Jen’s lips, so it looked like they were kissing. Bigger and bigger she got before SNAP! She popped all over Jen’s face with a sexual whimper. Jen licked her face and began chewing the girl again, blowing her up and popping her over and over. Each time a moan filled her lungs as the girl popped, and Jen couldn’t help but be turned on by this.
After a while, the bubblegum girl had lost her flavor and Jen was tired of chewing. So she took the gum girl out of her mouth and stuck her to a cork board behind the machine. Little did Jen know she had just started a tradition in the dormitory. Once a girl was used up, they were stuck to the cork board with their former names written above them in sharpie. Before long the cork board was filled with hundreds of wads of gum, each one a former classmate. Sometimes photos of the girls were tacked up as well.
Jen looked long and hard at the cork board filled with wads of chewed up gum girls and thought to herself “I wonder how long before I end up there too.”
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The second reason for the popularity of the gum ball machine was something that took a bit longer to realize. The longer you chewed a girl and blew bubbles out of her, the more of their former personality and physical traits would enhance the blower. Jen noticed it right away after blowing a bubble out of a girl who had huge breasts. As she blew, she felt her own breasts begin to swell up as well. By the time the gum girl had lost all her flavor, Jen had tits nearly the same size as her former classmate. She also noticed that she had a newfound interest in lingerie, something her former classmate had a fetish about.
Because of the random nature of the machine, and the appeal of merging with the girl who had been gumballed, the trick-or-treat machine became immensely popular. Several couples would blow bubbles out of their partners and take on their personality and physical traits. It was seen as the ultimate way to be with each other. However it didn’t always work out quite the way some couples intended. One polygamous group got together and all 3 of them ended up as gum balls by accident. One lesbian couple both ended up gum balls too, though thankfully both were dispensed at the same time so ultimately they did join together, just with another girl.
The whole ordeal was also immensely sexual too. Blowing bubbles that moaned seductively into you as you blew them up and let out orgasmic cries when they popped started to turn a lot of girls on. Indeed it was hard to walk through the girl’s dormitory without becoming a little bit aroused as you heard and saw women blowing up, moaning, and popping around you. More than once Jen had gotten up to get a snack in the middle of the night and ended up in an impromptu make out session with her fellow classmates as bubblegum wads of horny girls were passed between them.
One time in class a teacher got frustrated with how many of her students were blowing bubbles. The teacher marched the offenders into the girl’s dormitory and forced them to press the wrong button until all of them were turned into gum balls themselves. Curiously, Jen noticed that this particular teacher disappeared the next day. She could’ve sworn she saw her best friend blowing a bubble that resembled the teacher later that night.
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Jen had managed to last longer than her other classmates because she always made sure to watch which button got pressed before she decided to use the machine. If you were careful and paid attention, it wasn’t hard to know which button gave you gum, and which button turned you INTO gum. Unfortunately, not many of her classmates seemed as keen as she was to remain human. Many times girls pressed the wrong button intentionally. Some did it on a dare, others did it because they couldn’t control their sexual desires any longer.
At this point Jen’s appearance and personality had changed considerably. She now was enormously endowed, had pink hair, and was several inches taller. She also wasn’t as timid anymore, and her lust for sex and other women was growing every day. Her lips were puffier, her hips wider, and she loved to strut around in skimpy lingerie all day. She rarely attended classes anymore and spent the majority of her time in the dormitory making out with anyone who wanted to. She also felt... less smart than she used too. Perhaps it was because of that bimbo she had blown and popped last week? Who could say anymore.
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One night Jen couldn’t sleep. She desperately wanted to blow some bubble gum girls, but hadn’t seen which button was the wrong one yet. Given how late it was, it might even have changed again. She tossed and turned in her bed but to no avail. The temptation to blow bubbles was too strong. She hopped out of bed and headed into the girl’s dormitory. She would just have to take the risk to satisfy her needs.
The dormitory was still active. Many girls were huddled around the central couches blowing bigger and bigger bubbles, giggling playfully when they popped with a moan. The intoxicating sounds of people making out and popping was driving her wild. She needed that gum. NOW!
Jen approached the machine. She paused, hovering her fingers over the buttons. She bit her lip. If she got it wrong, she’d be gone forever. But if she got it right, she’d be able to blow bubbles all night long while she masterbated. She looked back at the room full of hot beautiful girls giggling and moaning to each other as multiple pops could be heard. It was too much. She NEEDED that gum right now! She pushed the left button.
In that split second she knew she had gotten it wrong. She managed to let out a pitiful “Noooo!” before the light flashed over her and she was gone. Her lingerie fell silently to the floor at the base of the machine. There was a mechanical whirl, and a new gum ball fell into the dome.
Later that night the janitor came in and scooped up Jen’s lingerie, tossing them in a hamper filled to the brim with other recently discarded clothes.