on to her titanic tits to put up any resistance.
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Melissa yelps in shock as Joey gives her rear as sharp smack.
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She can't help but gasp. Her now unnaturally sensitive rear sending out chockwaves of pleasure.
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Everything felt heavier and was jiggling much more than it should. Her quaking flesh never ceasing between Joey's spankings. Melissa knew things were getting bigger down there as those unseen hands became more playful. She felt his fingers sink deep into thick, pillowy flesh that wasn't there before. She could feel her ass cheeks bounce off eachother like billiards. God, the hypersensitivity was driving her crazy! Her pnuematic tits kept the goblin bimbo from seeing anything but she could FEEL everything. Every little movement sent tremors up and down her meaty thighs. Melissa could barely keep her train of thought from being washed away by the flood of new nerve endings in her bouncing butt cheeks. Just standing was becoming a chore. The weight, the sensitivity and now the sheer size of her proportions was becoming impractical. The immense girth of her thick thighs forced her to spread her legs further and further apart. And just when the shortstack couldn't open them any wider, her pelvis would groan and her hips would lurch outward. The girl's hips and thighs were in a race to make room for increasingly rediculous volumes of flesh. Her center of gravity was ruined and her ability to stay balanced was becoming pathetic. Her tipping point came when Joey took each cheek in a firm grip and lifted. Melissa yelped and jumped up onto her toes. And couldn't stop. Her calves wouldn't unwind and she was stuck on her tiptoes. She helplessly tottered in place before falling back into Joey's lap. It was an extremely soft and luxurious landing thanks to the fleshy pillows saddled upon the poor woman.
She found her arms resting conformatably on her cushy hips. Unable to look down anymore, Melissa groped at her thighs. She gasps and moans as it dawns on her just how much fat and flesh has been poured into her legs. Everything she touches is just so soft and squishy.
"My wegs. Melissa paws at her expansive hips, barely able to reach the edge of their expanse. "Dere's so mwuch. I'm so bwig."Melissa lisps.
"But it feels so good, doesn't it?" Joey asked. Those perverted hands snake there way between her legs, rubbing inside her slick thighs.
The only response her pleasure addled brain could produce were more maoninf and whimpering. She wiggles her hips as she revels in the feeling of his fat bulge buried between her fat cheeks. His hands went deeper, reaching for her prize. He pressed and rubbed at her mons before his fingers began exploring deeper. Once again, she was helpless to see what was happening to her body, her perception reduced to the sensual feelings frying her brain. She felt her flower blossoming into something much more obscene. Her own bulge rubbing and crowding agiainst his. Soon her plump, lower lips are filling his hand and then feeling him hold the engorged mound in both his hands. Everything between her legs was getting crowded, her fattened pussy forced the goblin girl to open her legs even further. She doubted if her feet will ever touch again.
Joey keeps going. Groping her fat cunt and sliding his hand in and around her depthless folds. His fingers rub up against her button, their touch feeling disturbingly small. Melissa is getting closer to the edge now. Reduced to a squirming mess, whining and moaning. But just when Melissa was ready to tip over, Joey stops.
"Joeyyyyyy," Melissa cries. She was a mess; twitching, panting and flushed all over.
"Almost there. Don't you want to see?" Joey teases.
Melissa grunts in acceptance and Joey pulled her up. The bloated bimbo staggered to her dainty feet. Walking was impossible now, she was reduced to a cartoonish waddle. She heaved her pillowy thighs and swings one hip in front of the other. Her speed was agonizingly slow as she totters forward on her pointed feet. The weight of being a plastic blob was nearly impossible to function. If she was her normal height maybe she might have had a chance, but not at her current diminutive stature. The hyper shortstack wrapped in arms around as much of her ballon tits as she could to keep them under control. The fat pile of curves huffed and puffed and she moved her bulk. Just walking was an organsmic axperience. The bouncing, the wobbling and the jiggling. It was all too much. There was no room left between her legs and her pillowy thighs rubbed her swollen pussy lips. She grunted like a beast in rut as her inflated ass cheeks bounced off each other. Oh god, even the sound of her was obscene. The metallic jingle of her peircings, the hoarish moans, the clapping of her dumptruck ass or the sloshing of her fluid fuild tits. The sight, the sound, the feelings of her own flesh. It was all so titilating. But her orgasm wouldn't come, no matter how close it felt. That was until she saw what faced her in the mirror.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her hoarish wailing can be heard two doors down.
The sight of her own body broke the damn. a torrent of fluid gushes out of her womanhood and soaks the floor beneath her. Her muscles siezed from the nerve shredding nervina coursing through her body. Her back arched, thrusting her mammoth tits forward. It was too much for the distressed shirt and the clothe finally gave up the ghost, splitting down both sides. After what felt like ages, the bimbo slut finally came down from the carnal rapture. Legs trembling, breathless and flustered. Sporadic convulsions wracked her body, her overdeveloped womanhood squirting more nectar onto the floor.
With a few rips and tears Joey pulled the shirt off of her frame. Completely naked, Melissa now fully understood just how obscene her body had become. Every part of her was cartoonishly proportioned and hyper sexualized. She looked like pastel green parade float. At three feet tall her silicone stuffed curves made her as wide as she was tall. the tiny goblin looked like she was being buried under a pile of green ballons. She stretched her tiny arms; infront of her, behind her and to her sides. She couldn't reach passed her own expansive body. She would be helpless on her own. She would have to beg others to assist her with every task, repaying them with sexual favours. Melissa soon realized she would never see her feet again without a mirror. Even her calves had become obscenely round, swollen and permanently tought to keep her feet arch. And that wasn't the only handicap she had gained. Her feet were now incredibly small and dainty and almost useless.
Looking a little further up Melissa can now appreciate how truly thicc she had become. Broodmare hips supported by a pair of giant hams. Each of her tremendous, earth shaking thunder thighs had to be bigger than her own entire torso. Despite their rediculous girth her thighs did not touch. Her grotesquely stretched pelvis blessed the girl with a spacious thigh gap. An inviting space that could fit a man's head with ease. Despite her bovine hips, her crotch was filled out by a monstrously swollen cunt. Her mound had become a juicy melon ,slick with her own juices and a golf ball sized clit perched on top. There was no way she could ever hide something that huge and it kept her legs thoroughly spread open. She was a fat cunt and a pair of open legs.
Melissa shuffled around, shifting her body into a side profile. The tiny womans was so overloaded with curves that her tits and ass pressed into each other. She was squahed between them with nowhere to put her arms. So she was forced stand there wither her hands daintiliy floating in the air, like some bimbo princess. Her rear was a piece of furniture now. Gallons of silicone and fat injections made her booty into a shelf. Enough room to set a table for one with a full spread. And if she after sat down, she'd be trapped on a mountain of cushions. Or perhaps be a pillow for someone. The only thing that projected further than her rear were her boobs. She already knew her tits were huge, but to see them from outside revealed just how comical she looked. They were bigger than her and looked stupidly fake. The twin globes obscured the entire upper half of her and could easily be seen from behind. She was more breasts than woman. And capping her bloated funbags were the fleshy protrusions she briefly felt before. Her over-engorged and metal studded nipples. Her areola were swollen mounds with four metal spikes sticking. Those alone could have filled an A cup. Mounted on top were fleshy nobs as thick as they were long and could put a cow's teats to shame. Imbedded in each was a permanent bar piercing. Now matter how many layers she wrapped around her tits, she could never hide her fat teats or plastic stuffed chest.
And peaking out above this beautifully deformed body was her face. She could barely recognize herself buried under so much opulence. The makeup was caked on. Purple eye shadow, dark enough to be nearly black, was smeared generously across the entire eye socket. Her golden eyes almost glowed in those black pits. Melissa was now able to fully understand what the metal chiming was in her ears. Her face was artfully decorated with an arrangement of silver, emeralds and chips of obsidian. Studs and rings dotted her nose, her cheeks and her eyerbows. The marveled at her long, pointed ears; their larger size made for the perfect banner of piercings. An asymetric number of rings and hoops ran the length of the ears, a few studs scattered thoughout. The most distartcing feature was the loops of fine chain. They were riveted in multiple places and hung with small bells. A twitch of new muscles,and Melissa could send her goblin ears fluttering. The delicate chime of fine metals filled the air. But even more distracting than the eccretion of face jewelley were her fat lips. It was a shock to the girl just how much of her face was obscured by them. The pair of gigantic face pillows covered the bottom half of her face and wer lacquered with endless layers of black lipstick and shiny gloss. A large ring piercing was bolted through the bottom lip, but was nearly swallowed by the puffy flesh. Facial expressions were gone now, reduced to vapid and pouty. She just looked like she was for asking for kisses and blowjobs.
She should have been horrified, but all she felt was a voyeurisitic thrill. Her heart raced and at the sight of her perverted body. There was now a constant buzz and flush of endorphins running through her; like her whole body had become erogenous. She would be completely dependant an those around her and unable to take any action alone. She was no longer a person, but an object. A thing to be worshipped on a pedestal and then thrown onto a bed and used.
"Wook wut you done to mwee, I'm so swutty." Melissa sounded almost excited by the changes.
"Not just any slut. You're MY slut," Joey teases. "You're my slave now. My little sex toy." He gropes and fondles the helpless little goblin bimbo while talks. "I'm going to play dress up with you like a little barby doll. I'm going to parade you around you like some rich asshole's plastic stuffed trophy wife. Or maybe I'll just leave you trapped in bed and be my fuck pillow."
"Yes. YES." Mellissa almost orgasmed right there.