(I messed and realized I posted only the last half. Woops! Here's the whole thing.)
"I bet a little goth girl like you loves her fantasy stuff." Joey stood over Melissa with a sly grin on his face. "Elves and fairies; magic and witchcraft"
"S-sure, who doesn't," Melissa stammered. She tried to put on a brave face from all the teasing.
"Good. Because you're the perfect size for what I want." Joey got down on his knees, now at eye level with her. "I wish you were my hyper-thicc, short-stack, slutty goblin, bimbo girlfriend!"
Melissa's heart raced at the thought of what was about to hit her. The sensation began when a gentle warmth washed over her body. She looked down to see a soft green, the colour of spring leaves, spread across her pale skin. There was a tickle on her cute, little nose as it sharpened to a point. The tickling moves to either side of Melissa's head. She reaches up and felt a pair of long and pointy ears. The little girl yelped in discomfort at the next change. Her body was peppered by a series of sharp of pains for an instant before it dissipated just as quickly. Her eyes cross as she looked at the silver studs that now decorate the bridge of her nose. The jingle of hoops and chains fill the air with every twitch of her dexterous ears. Looking down, the newly minted goblin can see the the most prominent of her new piercings. A pair of barbells pierced through nipples that now seemed permanently engorged. They were enormous, like two fleshy corks they protruded obscenely through her shirt.
The young girl's body would only get more lurid from there.
So distracted by the agglomeration of metal scattered across her flesh that Melissa almost didn't notice how swollen her lips had become. The sensitive flesh felt heavy and immalleable, their new weight a constant distraction.
"My wips!" She gasped. A sliver of trepidation flashed through her thoughts at the slutty sound that passed her lips. But the more she thinks of the public humiliation, the more that fear is drowned out by arousal, some inner exhibitionist streak growing in her mind.
She reached up to touch her new flesh.
"Ohhhhh!" Melissa swooned, unready for the flood of sensations.
The lightest prod now left her a fluttery mess. The sensual flesh now an even bigger and more erogenous than the lips between her legs. All of it bolted to her face for everyone to see.
"What's wrong sweetie?" Joey asked. His voiced dripped with false concern as he teased the petite goth girl.
Oh, my wips, dey're so senfitiff!" Melissa leaned into the roleplay, laying on the bubbly tones nice and thick.
With a few gentle prods, he turned her around. Sitting on his knees so they were face to face with each other.
"What if I do this?" He leaned forward and kissed her softly.
Melissa couldn't help but whimper as a shudder ran through her body. Joey held her by the wrists, supporting her while keeping her trapped. She cooed and squirmed in Joey's grasp as he continued to plant gentle pecks. So big were the goblin's bimbo lips now that he couldn't even give her a full kiss anymore. Now he scatters his kisses across her silky pillows. A smooch on the upper lip, a nibble on the bottom. And with every jolt of pleasure her lips swelled even larger.
"So bwig..." *peck*
"So bwig!" *peck*
"SO BWIG!" *peck*
Melissa finally comes back to her senses as her tomenter finally relented his oral bombardment. Her field of vision has been slightly altered. Half field of view was blotted out by the crescent of darkness. Peering down, she can now see her own glossy black lips. So cartoonishly engorged that the upper lip covered her nose.
"Oh. Oh okay," She said, slightly out of breath. "Well, at weast I gwot them fo fwee! I have da best pwastic surgeon." Joey couldn't get enough of that mufled speech of hers.
"Don't worry, it's not over yet." He whispered in her ear. "How about some more free stuff?" He strokes her cheek.
Joey had a pretty good idea what was coming next. This was his wish after all. He moved his hands downward, exploring her body as he went. tracing the shape of her slim neck, brushing his knuckles down her slender arm. His hands eventually made their way to her chest. The diminutive woman felt his big hands cup her breasts. Joey felt the hard metal of the nipple piercing press into his palm, a soft tremor resonated through her flesh as he finds her next weakness. Another button to press on his goblin plaything. Melissa's mind was awash with the waves of bliss rolling over her. Where her lips were like fireworks sparking down her nerves, this was like a warm summer day. Joey's playful hands were like a message over her entire body concentrated down into her breasts. She stood their with her head tilted back and her eyes closed, moaning gently as Joey went to work on her breasts. She could stay their all day just feeling all the different sensations her breasts felt. Cupping, groping, squeezing, their heft as he bounced them in his palms.
Heft?
Her breasts were nice, to be sure, but never heavy enough to use a word like 'heft'. She looked down and was met by the sight of two fleshy mangos being smuggled under her shirt. Except these big, perky, fruit sized mounds were her breasts. The two of them were enraptured by the sight of her burgeoning bust. Her breasts ballooned bigger and bigger; and balloons was an apt description. A pair of cartoonishly round spheres, the cotton shirt doing nothing to hold them back. There was no hiding it, Melissa was now the proud owner of a pair of fake, bolt-on tits that nobody would be fooled by. She was really starting to feel their weight now. The tiny woman struggled to keep her footing, desperately fighting against gravity as Joey heaved her titanic tits. Tiring of this game, literally and figuratively, Joey further explored the globes' dimensions. He ran his hands over the expansive goblin boobies. It was amazing how smooth and firm they were. Their round shapes deformed as he squashed them together, only to watch them bounce back bigger than before. Again and again, Melissa was lost in shock as Joey mashed her tits together, her silicone balloons surged back more stuffed than ever.
"Oh, Jowee, I fink ywoo made me too bwig," Melissa whined.
Too big indeed. Any woman would have found their mass and size to be too much, but the little goblin's diminutive proportions made it doubley so. Her skin was stretched taught by the excessive volumes stuffed into her. The gentlest touch of her skin would send a shiver up her spine. So immense were the globes stuck to the girl's chest that Joey guessed that she might not even be able to reach her own nipples. So his helpful hands drifted again, his thumbs brushing over those fat nubs. A shiver and a whimper was all the encouragement he needed. Like a pair of black fleshy buttons he presses down, rolling those soft, sensitive bumps around under his thumbs. The helpless waif grabs the bigger man's wrists. Too weak to pull him away. The cute, little kitten could only hold on for the ride.
Louder. Higher. Hoarish noises, Melissa had never thought she would ever make, filled the room. The sounds climbed, reaching a crescendo. and then Joey stopped.
[i]'POP, POP'! [/i]
Her bloated teats surged forward, fat nipples sitting atop swollen areola. Like a shot glass stacked atop a tea cup. And because those bloated nobs weren't nearly obscene enough, Melissa could feel another few additions to her piercings. It was impossible to see them, though. Not when they were stuck on the other side of those taught globes of tit flesh and silicone. Melissa made a feeble attempt to reach past them and for a brief moment she was shocked by what her hands brushed against. A pair of great, fleshy protuberances, studded with metal, pushing through the strained cloth. But they soon escaped her grasp as her breasts swelled even larger. She was enormous. The voluminous black shirt that had moments ago swallowed the goblin girl whole was now stretched tight over her plastic stuffed udders.
"Awe, don't you like being big?" Joey voiced oozed with sarcastic concern. "No stripper, hoar or escort would be brave enough to carry around this much plastic. And you don't sound like you want me to stop," he softly teases the flustered little goblin. He proves his point as he mashes her tits together and elicits more gasping ans whining. "Don't worry, you're halfway there."
"Wuuuh?" She blubbered in confusion.
With her overgrown chest taking up all the spare room in her shirt her bottom was left bare, ready to be the next target. Joey turned her around. Melissa was too busy holding on to her titanic tits to put up any resistance.
"SMAP"
Melissa yelps in shock as Joey gives her rear as sharp smack.
[i]"SMAP"[/i]
She can't help but gasp. Her now unnaturally sensitive rear sending out shockwaves of pleasure.
"SMAP"
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 each other like billiards. God, the hypersensitivity was driving her crazy! Her pneumatic 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 pelvis would lurch outward. The girl's hips and thighs were in a race to make room for increasingly ridiculous 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 conformably 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 touched was 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 bestial noises. She wiggled her hips as she reveled 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 mound rubbing and crowding against 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 nealy impossible now, reduced to little more than a cartoonish waddle. She heaved her pillowy thighs and swung one hip in front of the other. Her speed was agonizingly slow as she tottered 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 her puny arms around as much of her balloon tits as she could to keep them under control. The fat pile of curves huffed and puffed as she moved her bulk. Just walking was an orgasmic experience. 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 piercings, the hoarish moans, the clapping of her dumptruck ass or the sloshing of her fluid filled tits. The sight, the sound, the feelings of her own flesh. It was all so titillating. 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 could be heard two doors down.
The sight of her own body broke the damn. a torrent of fluid gushed out of her inhuman womanhood and soaked the floor beneath her. Her muscles seized up from the nerve shredding nervana 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 caricature of female proportions and hyper sexualized. She looked like a pastel green parade float. At three feet tall her silicone stuffed curves made her wider than she was tall. the tiny goblin looked like she was being buried under a pile of green balloons. She stretched her tiny arms; in front 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 favors. Melissa soon realized she would never see her feet again without a mirror. Even her calves had become obscenely round, swollen and permanently taught 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 could 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 ridiculous 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 woman was so overloaded with curves that her tits and ass pressed into each other. She was squashed between them with nowhere to put her arms. So she was forced stand there wither her hands daintily floating in the air, like some bimbo princess. Her rear was a piece of furniture now. Gallons of silicone padding and fat injections made her booty into a shelf. Enough room to set a table for one with a full spread. And if she ever 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 planets 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 eyebrows. The marveled at her long, pointed ears; their larger size made for the perfect banner of piercings. An asymmetric number of rings and hoops ran the length of the ears, a few studs scattered throughout. The most distracting 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 accretion of face jewelry 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 were finely 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 voyeuristic 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 dependent on 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 me, 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 barbie 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.