~BBW, ~XWG, Inflation, Breast Expansion, Ass Expansion - A shocking Halloween tale
[Author’s Note:] Been awhile since I wrote anything, and this was very much on the fly. But I needed to break out of my writer's block. Hope you like it.
He went through his Halloween checklist; candy bars (the large kind), suckers, spider rings, silly string. Then he walked to the front gate and turned on the various animated and inflated decorations that went from the gate to his door. He turned on the lights and sound effects as he reached the door and picked up a bag of leaves that he’d collected the day before and set them on the welcome mat that said ‘Boo!’ which covered the trap door he’d designed. Once inside he turned on the mini-cams at his gate and strategically located at different viewpoints. With all of the decorations and distractions one could barely see the front door at all, with a flick of a switch by the front door, the trap door on the other side fell open silently (padding was on the wall that it would fall into). The bag of leaves wooshed down noiselessly as at the same time a speaker kicked on with a bloodcurdling shriek. He checked the monitors, no one would see a thing from the streets, and the awning would block any aerial view. The sound effects would cover any other noise and make it seem that nothing strange was going on. The trapdoor quickly reset itself into a waiting position. It was going to indeed by a Happy Halloween.
On Halloween he acted as the perfect trick or treat house. It was decorated like a movie set, he gave out great candies and lots of it. Most of the day he spent giving treats to the children and waving hi to the parents. When no one was trick or treating he monitored the cameras for potential up and down the street. His first came at a rather early hour, only 3 PM. She was wearing a rather uninspired attempt at a cat girl or something. He couldn’t quite tell, it mainly consisted of a sweatshirt of the nearby university, jeans, and cat eared tiara along with a rather weak attempt at painting whiskers on her cheeks. She held a plastic grocery bag of treats in one hand while cracking her gum and went through his gate and up the walk, taking rather bored glances at the decorations. Using the monitors he checked up and down the street; no one. “Come into my parlor…” He whispered.
She cracked her gum again before pushing the doorbell. “Trick or Treeaaaaaaa..!” she screamed as the trapdoor turned into open air and she started falling down a chute. She came into contact with the metal slide very quickly and soon it wasn’t a free fall, but a free slide that twisted and turned into darkness as the trapdoor closed overhead. Shelly continued to scream as she saw the slide ending into a lighted room; how far she slid was anyone’s guess. The slide ended and she dropped a few feet onto plastic mattresses, before she could get her bearings metal tube near the matt puffed a cloud of acrid mist into her face. Before she could stop herself she had breathed in a lungful and found her limbs begin to tremble and shake. “Help! Helppp…” she managed to gurgle before she fell motionless to the mat. She was conscious but unable to move. Shelly’s mind was going fast though as she replayed the events that led to her current predicament. Being a pledge at her sorority meant doing dumb things, like dressing up on Halloween when you’re 18 and trick-or-treating for candy that the other girls would eat. Now she had no idea what was going on, was this a trick by them? Was she going to be killed? How the hell did she get here?
He walked in and saw her motionless body. She was perfect, slender, young, attractive, and stupid. He was dressed in his favorite costume, that of a mad scientist. It wasn’t hard, he was a mad scientist after all. White lab coat, black pants, latex gloves, glasses. He walked up to her and picked up her wrist, felt her pulse, then looked into her eyes, stretching her cheeks down so he could her irises and that they could still dilate and contract. She was fine. He used a fireman’s carry to pick her up and lead her deeper into his lair.
Shelly was often unable to see what was going on because of the way her head would loll as the man carried and dragged her into the next room without saying a word. The place wasn’t a true house of horrors, more like a high tech lab of some kind. The next room was huge and well lit with all kinds of strange equipment and gear about. Where was she? How could all of this be beneath his house? He walked her to a chair that had slim metallic rods sprouting from it and dropped her into it. From there he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a remote control. To her horror the rods came to a spider like life and began to pull on her clothes and manipulate her into a secure seated position. They had tools as well, some had padded pincer hands that could grip her firmly but not pinch or pierce her skin. Others ended with cutting tools. Shelly thought they were going to start cutting her up like a robotic torture surgeon. One pincer lifted her limp arm, which she tried to pull away with all her strength, as another arm with a protruding knife positioned itself at her wrist. With a deft motion the blade was slitting up the sleeve of her sweatshirt, another pair of arms repeated the process on the other sleeve. Within moments her outer clothes were removed leaving her breathless and nearly naked in her bra and panties, her slight frame and fragile looking body was glistening with cold sweat at what might happen next.
He nodded, this was indeed a great first catch, and she was perfect for what he had in mind. Turning he pointed the remote to some machinery behind him. Like a hive of metallic ants the machines came to life and scuttled forward in clockwork synchronicity. Shelly watched in dread as they approached her, assembling various apparatus along the way. The mass continued clicking, scraping, and scuttling forward, bringing with them…whatever it was, Shelly couldn’t make it out yet. Soon, as he watched with a large smile on his face the machines were building and assembling the rigging right up to her chair and then up to her terrified face. Suddenly the machines all withdrew, pulling with them the covering that had partly obscured the long track of rollers covered by a wide belt of plastic. The track extended back some six feet or so where it entered a square mouth of a large and ominous metal box, studded with buttons, dials, and lights. At another press of the man’s remote those lights started blinking and gauges came to life. Steam and noises emanated from the strange box and after a few seconds, and another push of his remote, the conveyor belt started rolling towards the captive girl.
The metal rods grasped the sides of her heads with the padded pincers, holding her up so that she was level with the end of the conveyor belt. More rods came into her view, these took hold of her limp jaw and flexed it up and down a few times as the end of the conveyor belt sprouted still more rods, ending with knives, forks and spoons. These whirred and spun almost impatiently as the belt continued rolling empty. Shelly’s eyes would have opened wider in fear if she had any muscle control. Emerging finally from the contraption at the other end of the belt was its first ‘product’; a heaping plate of spaghetti, covered in sauce and cheese. “What the hell?” was all Shelly could manage to think as the plate hurried down the belt towards her. As if the rods controlling her could sense her fear they started to become more active, almost in anticipation at what was to come.
The spaghetti was under her nose now, and she could think of was the song “On top of spaghetti, all covered in cheese...” before the implements dug in. The fork and spoon began spinning the spaghetti onto fork in a huge ball of pasta, while the rods on her mouth opened her jaws as wide as they could go. A moment later the spaghetti ball was popped into her mouth and he jaws mechanically pumped up and down, mashing the pasta into paste. Despite her predicament, she had to admit this was some of the best spaghetti she ever ate, certainly the best she ever had forced down her throat. Circular pads were stuck to either side of her throat and she felt a strange tingle there before reflexively swallowing as much of the mass down in a huge induced gulp. Her jaws went back to work chewing and soon she was swallowing again, the machine was adjusting her eating, acclimating itself to her, and picking up the pace. Before she was through with the first bite a second and larger spaghetti bass was forced in, and then a large chunk of a meatball as well. Her mouth was completely stuffed, to the point where she doubted she could even close it, but the machines continued on without concern.
He watched, quite pleased with himself. This was his first real test of the machine, and so far it was working great. It would force feed her without harming her and in total safety. It was also already administering countermeasures for the weight he was going to have her achieve. Her body was changing from the initial blast of chemicals and nanites she ingested when she first landed in his basement. He turned up the speed on the machine now that he knew it was safe.
Shelly was bolting the food down in huge mouthfuls. Bite after bite of the spaghetti meal was forced into her unwilling mouth and swallowed like she was a human vacuum. Her belly ached somewhat from the fast pace she was forced to keep and to her astonishment it got even faster. Soon the spaghetti was gone, the plate almost clean. One of the hands casually discarded the plastic plate where it clattered on the floor, making way for the next one which was right on top of it; a massive burger that looked like it weighed five pounds and topped with a bun that was big enough to qualify as a pizza crust. The eating utensils got right to work, cutting into the enormous cheesy mass and shoveling huge quantities into her mouth to be mechanically chewed and swallowed.
He watched enthralled at the sight, she was already done with a quarter of it when he heard a doorbell ring. Sighing he pointed the remote at the contraptions again and set them faster still, making her eating almost like a blur, before walking out of the room and into the false shell of a house upstairs so he could attend to the trick-or-treaters.
He stayed up top for a few hours, as this was the busy time for trick-or-treaters, none of whom would be suitable. All too young, or accompanied by others. He did however keep a constant monitor of the captive in the basement. Thanks to the various cameras he had views from all angles as she continued to eat. It was after the first hour that she began visibly bloating from all of the food. Her stomach might have been full and stretched, but the mini machines and drugs inside her body were steadily transforming her as well as the food into a colossal woman. The scales showed she started at 123 pounds, she was over 200 now, and judging by the discarded plates, she had consumed days worth of food. The machine he invented scanned travelogues around the country, looking for record breaking meals, meals designed to be contests for the eater. Any place that bragged they had a “world’s biggest” was a possible contender. His little feedee wouldn’t be little much longer as she was forced to eat the two dozen variants of the biggest burger, or the competing slabs of beef that passed for giant steaks. Stacks of pancakes that were as big as garbage can lids, ice cream sundaes and banana splits served in a gutter, cheese-steaks that were feet long. All of these were destined for Shelly as the day went on. This was a country of gluttons, and she was going to sample its worst.
He saw another opportunity as Shelly’s once petite body was now becoming a pasty doughy mass exceeding 400 pounds. Once the sun set, more of his type of quarry was going to come out. In this case it was a pair of beauties, dressed like Playboy bunnies. Unlike Shelly, these two had put some care into their costumes; a black tight one piece which showed off their thin, but shapely bodies. A powder puff tail, some long floppy ears, and lots of sparkly make up finished them off. The two blondes hippity-hopped up his trail, looking scared and happy at his decorations. He did another scan of the nearby area and saw it was clear. This time he didn’t wait for them to push the doorbell and call trick-or-treat, as soon as they giggled and shook their way onto the trapdoor he pushed the button.
Downstairs he walked the dazed and paralyzed bunnies from the landing pad one by one into the main chamber. Donna and Dina (he wondered how he could have been so lucky as to actually get a pair of twins!) were walked one at a time past the still eating Shelly. The three girls managed to lock eyes for only a brief second before they were out of sight of each other. He set either girl against a wall and they were secured into a standing position by the mechanical arms which sprung from the wall. Once they were stood groggily upright he regarded them with a clinical eye. He glanced back and forth between them but still couldn’t really tell them apart. The girls tried struggling as the arms holding them began to cut their slinky costumes off. Unlike Shelly they weren’t wearing underwear, and so were stood up stark naked under his gaze. Their skin was flawless, slightly tan, flat stomachs, perky breasts, and just a hint of a bottom. Again they were indistinguishable.
“Well, I’ll just have to find a way to tell you apart.” He pulled out the remote and pointed it at a set of arms next to a tall pressurized tank. The whole mass came to life and moved over to the man as he walked up to stand in front of…Dina? He shrugged as he picked up a pair of pads that were attached to tubes coming from the tanks; he peeled off a sticky layer of one and then carefully lifted one of her budding breasts and stuck it to the underside. She gasped involuntarily at the coldness and the casual violation. Soon her other breast was similarly stuck. He took another moment to examine the symmetry of her breasts and nodded, then reached over and turned the knob of the tank. It made a slight hiss and the tubes shook and moved as whatever was in the tank began traveling through it and from there into the porous pads stuck to Dina. She gasped again.
It felt cold, like cold water was being sprayed under her smallish tits. But, no liquid was dripping from her or the sticky pads; every drop was being absorbed into her skin to be transformed into her new and enlarging breasts. He stepped back to admire the view and turned a dial on the remote while pointing it at one girl and then the other. Their heads turned in unison at the steadily growing teats that Dina was carrying. The liquid inside was being transformed into fat instantly, and then placed in strategic and aesthetic spots inside the boobs of Dina. Meanwhile, the nanites were making sure her skin stayed supple and firm, while also strengthening her spine and muscles to carry the boobs that were going from a mere A cup to Cs and more as the tank continued to pump.
“Now then…” he said to himself as he stepped over to Donna and turned the dial on the remote, the arms turned her around, showing her delicate and small posterior. A second tank was brought forward with similar attached tubes. Not wasting any time as Dina’s breasts were steadily growing to Ds and DDs then DDDs, he stuck the circular pads to the cheek of each buttock. There were three on each cheek, spread to give the most symmetry. Then he stepped back and turned the dial on the remote again, turning her forward and then with a few more presses she stepped up two steps, the arms keeping her upright and supported.
He nodded in satisfaction and turned the valve on the other tank. The cold liquid flowed quickly into the absorption points with similar results. Donna felt that she had just sat in a bucket of cold water as the fluid entered her skin and started to make changes to her tiny behind. With another flick on the remote the wall behind her turned into a mirror reflection, easily showing the naked butt swelling. The natural dimple on her left cheek deepened as the flesh around it swelled. The tramp stamp tattoo of green squiggles at the base of her spine and just above her crack also stretched as the skin accommodated her greater ampleness. Dina could easily see what was happening to her twin sister, and with the additional pads her ass was swelling even faster than her own heavy and heaving breasts.
Donna’s hips and thighs were following suit, but the weight mainly stayed in the cheeks, which bulged backwards, making a near perfect backside shelf. The cheeks inflated rapidly, the skin stayed firm, no cellulite, no stretch marks, just swelling globular butt cheeks of near perfect roundness.
He stepped further back to admire his work. Now he could definitely tell them apart. He still didn’t know who was who, but with one’s tits surging past HHH size yet staying firm and toned, and the other sporting an ass like a bean bag, you could easily tell them apart. He stepped forward and pushed on the left breast of Dina. He felt resilient skin and firm softness, just as a real breast. It had the surreal size of a plastic surgery nightmare boob job, but was all real. The he stepped behind Donna’s still expanding rear. He grabbed a cheek in each hand and gave them firm squeezes. Donna’s intake of air told him she still had all her sensation as she struggled to stay upright with an ass that stuck out more than two feet back and a foot to either side of her.
He was quite satisfied, and programmed his remote to bring up another tank for each of them, the robots would begin setting them up automatically. He’d missed a few doorbell rings while down here. He needed to get back upstairs for other trick-or-treaters. He passed by Shelly who was eating a copy of the ‘Montana Mountainside’; a colossal feast of steak, chili, baked potatoes, and Texas Toast. He paused as the machines stuffed her with enough food to feed a party of six in just a few minutes. In all of these contests the eater had a time limit on eating these outrageous meals. Usually 30 minutes to an hour. Shelly was currently eating most of these entirely in less than four minutes. In the few seconds he stood musing she devoured more than a third of the Mountainside, its fatty mass digesting virtually instantly and converted into more fat. Her 600 plus pound frame was more like a fleshy mound than a human being. She was more than five times heavier than when she started, and now that the machines were in high gear she would gain weight even faster. All three of the girls could see each other, even with what limited views they had, and none envied the others predicament.
[Author’s Note:] Been awhile since I wrote anything, and this was very much on the fly. But I needed to break out of my writer's block. Hope you like it.
Tricks and Treats
By J.P.
By J.P.
He went through his Halloween checklist; candy bars (the large kind), suckers, spider rings, silly string. Then he walked to the front gate and turned on the various animated and inflated decorations that went from the gate to his door. He turned on the lights and sound effects as he reached the door and picked up a bag of leaves that he’d collected the day before and set them on the welcome mat that said ‘Boo!’ which covered the trap door he’d designed. Once inside he turned on the mini-cams at his gate and strategically located at different viewpoints. With all of the decorations and distractions one could barely see the front door at all, with a flick of a switch by the front door, the trap door on the other side fell open silently (padding was on the wall that it would fall into). The bag of leaves wooshed down noiselessly as at the same time a speaker kicked on with a bloodcurdling shriek. He checked the monitors, no one would see a thing from the streets, and the awning would block any aerial view. The sound effects would cover any other noise and make it seem that nothing strange was going on. The trapdoor quickly reset itself into a waiting position. It was going to indeed by a Happy Halloween.
On Halloween he acted as the perfect trick or treat house. It was decorated like a movie set, he gave out great candies and lots of it. Most of the day he spent giving treats to the children and waving hi to the parents. When no one was trick or treating he monitored the cameras for potential up and down the street. His first came at a rather early hour, only 3 PM. She was wearing a rather uninspired attempt at a cat girl or something. He couldn’t quite tell, it mainly consisted of a sweatshirt of the nearby university, jeans, and cat eared tiara along with a rather weak attempt at painting whiskers on her cheeks. She held a plastic grocery bag of treats in one hand while cracking her gum and went through his gate and up the walk, taking rather bored glances at the decorations. Using the monitors he checked up and down the street; no one. “Come into my parlor…” He whispered.
She cracked her gum again before pushing the doorbell. “Trick or Treeaaaaaaa..!” she screamed as the trapdoor turned into open air and she started falling down a chute. She came into contact with the metal slide very quickly and soon it wasn’t a free fall, but a free slide that twisted and turned into darkness as the trapdoor closed overhead. Shelly continued to scream as she saw the slide ending into a lighted room; how far she slid was anyone’s guess. The slide ended and she dropped a few feet onto plastic mattresses, before she could get her bearings metal tube near the matt puffed a cloud of acrid mist into her face. Before she could stop herself she had breathed in a lungful and found her limbs begin to tremble and shake. “Help! Helppp…” she managed to gurgle before she fell motionless to the mat. She was conscious but unable to move. Shelly’s mind was going fast though as she replayed the events that led to her current predicament. Being a pledge at her sorority meant doing dumb things, like dressing up on Halloween when you’re 18 and trick-or-treating for candy that the other girls would eat. Now she had no idea what was going on, was this a trick by them? Was she going to be killed? How the hell did she get here?
He walked in and saw her motionless body. She was perfect, slender, young, attractive, and stupid. He was dressed in his favorite costume, that of a mad scientist. It wasn’t hard, he was a mad scientist after all. White lab coat, black pants, latex gloves, glasses. He walked up to her and picked up her wrist, felt her pulse, then looked into her eyes, stretching her cheeks down so he could her irises and that they could still dilate and contract. She was fine. He used a fireman’s carry to pick her up and lead her deeper into his lair.
Shelly was often unable to see what was going on because of the way her head would loll as the man carried and dragged her into the next room without saying a word. The place wasn’t a true house of horrors, more like a high tech lab of some kind. The next room was huge and well lit with all kinds of strange equipment and gear about. Where was she? How could all of this be beneath his house? He walked her to a chair that had slim metallic rods sprouting from it and dropped her into it. From there he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a remote control. To her horror the rods came to a spider like life and began to pull on her clothes and manipulate her into a secure seated position. They had tools as well, some had padded pincer hands that could grip her firmly but not pinch or pierce her skin. Others ended with cutting tools. Shelly thought they were going to start cutting her up like a robotic torture surgeon. One pincer lifted her limp arm, which she tried to pull away with all her strength, as another arm with a protruding knife positioned itself at her wrist. With a deft motion the blade was slitting up the sleeve of her sweatshirt, another pair of arms repeated the process on the other sleeve. Within moments her outer clothes were removed leaving her breathless and nearly naked in her bra and panties, her slight frame and fragile looking body was glistening with cold sweat at what might happen next.
He nodded, this was indeed a great first catch, and she was perfect for what he had in mind. Turning he pointed the remote to some machinery behind him. Like a hive of metallic ants the machines came to life and scuttled forward in clockwork synchronicity. Shelly watched in dread as they approached her, assembling various apparatus along the way. The mass continued clicking, scraping, and scuttling forward, bringing with them…whatever it was, Shelly couldn’t make it out yet. Soon, as he watched with a large smile on his face the machines were building and assembling the rigging right up to her chair and then up to her terrified face. Suddenly the machines all withdrew, pulling with them the covering that had partly obscured the long track of rollers covered by a wide belt of plastic. The track extended back some six feet or so where it entered a square mouth of a large and ominous metal box, studded with buttons, dials, and lights. At another press of the man’s remote those lights started blinking and gauges came to life. Steam and noises emanated from the strange box and after a few seconds, and another push of his remote, the conveyor belt started rolling towards the captive girl.
The metal rods grasped the sides of her heads with the padded pincers, holding her up so that she was level with the end of the conveyor belt. More rods came into her view, these took hold of her limp jaw and flexed it up and down a few times as the end of the conveyor belt sprouted still more rods, ending with knives, forks and spoons. These whirred and spun almost impatiently as the belt continued rolling empty. Shelly’s eyes would have opened wider in fear if she had any muscle control. Emerging finally from the contraption at the other end of the belt was its first ‘product’; a heaping plate of spaghetti, covered in sauce and cheese. “What the hell?” was all Shelly could manage to think as the plate hurried down the belt towards her. As if the rods controlling her could sense her fear they started to become more active, almost in anticipation at what was to come.
The spaghetti was under her nose now, and she could think of was the song “On top of spaghetti, all covered in cheese...” before the implements dug in. The fork and spoon began spinning the spaghetti onto fork in a huge ball of pasta, while the rods on her mouth opened her jaws as wide as they could go. A moment later the spaghetti ball was popped into her mouth and he jaws mechanically pumped up and down, mashing the pasta into paste. Despite her predicament, she had to admit this was some of the best spaghetti she ever ate, certainly the best she ever had forced down her throat. Circular pads were stuck to either side of her throat and she felt a strange tingle there before reflexively swallowing as much of the mass down in a huge induced gulp. Her jaws went back to work chewing and soon she was swallowing again, the machine was adjusting her eating, acclimating itself to her, and picking up the pace. Before she was through with the first bite a second and larger spaghetti bass was forced in, and then a large chunk of a meatball as well. Her mouth was completely stuffed, to the point where she doubted she could even close it, but the machines continued on without concern.
He watched, quite pleased with himself. This was his first real test of the machine, and so far it was working great. It would force feed her without harming her and in total safety. It was also already administering countermeasures for the weight he was going to have her achieve. Her body was changing from the initial blast of chemicals and nanites she ingested when she first landed in his basement. He turned up the speed on the machine now that he knew it was safe.
Shelly was bolting the food down in huge mouthfuls. Bite after bite of the spaghetti meal was forced into her unwilling mouth and swallowed like she was a human vacuum. Her belly ached somewhat from the fast pace she was forced to keep and to her astonishment it got even faster. Soon the spaghetti was gone, the plate almost clean. One of the hands casually discarded the plastic plate where it clattered on the floor, making way for the next one which was right on top of it; a massive burger that looked like it weighed five pounds and topped with a bun that was big enough to qualify as a pizza crust. The eating utensils got right to work, cutting into the enormous cheesy mass and shoveling huge quantities into her mouth to be mechanically chewed and swallowed.
He watched enthralled at the sight, she was already done with a quarter of it when he heard a doorbell ring. Sighing he pointed the remote at the contraptions again and set them faster still, making her eating almost like a blur, before walking out of the room and into the false shell of a house upstairs so he could attend to the trick-or-treaters.
He stayed up top for a few hours, as this was the busy time for trick-or-treaters, none of whom would be suitable. All too young, or accompanied by others. He did however keep a constant monitor of the captive in the basement. Thanks to the various cameras he had views from all angles as she continued to eat. It was after the first hour that she began visibly bloating from all of the food. Her stomach might have been full and stretched, but the mini machines and drugs inside her body were steadily transforming her as well as the food into a colossal woman. The scales showed she started at 123 pounds, she was over 200 now, and judging by the discarded plates, she had consumed days worth of food. The machine he invented scanned travelogues around the country, looking for record breaking meals, meals designed to be contests for the eater. Any place that bragged they had a “world’s biggest” was a possible contender. His little feedee wouldn’t be little much longer as she was forced to eat the two dozen variants of the biggest burger, or the competing slabs of beef that passed for giant steaks. Stacks of pancakes that were as big as garbage can lids, ice cream sundaes and banana splits served in a gutter, cheese-steaks that were feet long. All of these were destined for Shelly as the day went on. This was a country of gluttons, and she was going to sample its worst.
He saw another opportunity as Shelly’s once petite body was now becoming a pasty doughy mass exceeding 400 pounds. Once the sun set, more of his type of quarry was going to come out. In this case it was a pair of beauties, dressed like Playboy bunnies. Unlike Shelly, these two had put some care into their costumes; a black tight one piece which showed off their thin, but shapely bodies. A powder puff tail, some long floppy ears, and lots of sparkly make up finished them off. The two blondes hippity-hopped up his trail, looking scared and happy at his decorations. He did another scan of the nearby area and saw it was clear. This time he didn’t wait for them to push the doorbell and call trick-or-treat, as soon as they giggled and shook their way onto the trapdoor he pushed the button.
Downstairs he walked the dazed and paralyzed bunnies from the landing pad one by one into the main chamber. Donna and Dina (he wondered how he could have been so lucky as to actually get a pair of twins!) were walked one at a time past the still eating Shelly. The three girls managed to lock eyes for only a brief second before they were out of sight of each other. He set either girl against a wall and they were secured into a standing position by the mechanical arms which sprung from the wall. Once they were stood groggily upright he regarded them with a clinical eye. He glanced back and forth between them but still couldn’t really tell them apart. The girls tried struggling as the arms holding them began to cut their slinky costumes off. Unlike Shelly they weren’t wearing underwear, and so were stood up stark naked under his gaze. Their skin was flawless, slightly tan, flat stomachs, perky breasts, and just a hint of a bottom. Again they were indistinguishable.
“Well, I’ll just have to find a way to tell you apart.” He pulled out the remote and pointed it at a set of arms next to a tall pressurized tank. The whole mass came to life and moved over to the man as he walked up to stand in front of…Dina? He shrugged as he picked up a pair of pads that were attached to tubes coming from the tanks; he peeled off a sticky layer of one and then carefully lifted one of her budding breasts and stuck it to the underside. She gasped involuntarily at the coldness and the casual violation. Soon her other breast was similarly stuck. He took another moment to examine the symmetry of her breasts and nodded, then reached over and turned the knob of the tank. It made a slight hiss and the tubes shook and moved as whatever was in the tank began traveling through it and from there into the porous pads stuck to Dina. She gasped again.
It felt cold, like cold water was being sprayed under her smallish tits. But, no liquid was dripping from her or the sticky pads; every drop was being absorbed into her skin to be transformed into her new and enlarging breasts. He stepped back to admire the view and turned a dial on the remote while pointing it at one girl and then the other. Their heads turned in unison at the steadily growing teats that Dina was carrying. The liquid inside was being transformed into fat instantly, and then placed in strategic and aesthetic spots inside the boobs of Dina. Meanwhile, the nanites were making sure her skin stayed supple and firm, while also strengthening her spine and muscles to carry the boobs that were going from a mere A cup to Cs and more as the tank continued to pump.
“Now then…” he said to himself as he stepped over to Donna and turned the dial on the remote, the arms turned her around, showing her delicate and small posterior. A second tank was brought forward with similar attached tubes. Not wasting any time as Dina’s breasts were steadily growing to Ds and DDs then DDDs, he stuck the circular pads to the cheek of each buttock. There were three on each cheek, spread to give the most symmetry. Then he stepped back and turned the dial on the remote again, turning her forward and then with a few more presses she stepped up two steps, the arms keeping her upright and supported.
He nodded in satisfaction and turned the valve on the other tank. The cold liquid flowed quickly into the absorption points with similar results. Donna felt that she had just sat in a bucket of cold water as the fluid entered her skin and started to make changes to her tiny behind. With another flick on the remote the wall behind her turned into a mirror reflection, easily showing the naked butt swelling. The natural dimple on her left cheek deepened as the flesh around it swelled. The tramp stamp tattoo of green squiggles at the base of her spine and just above her crack also stretched as the skin accommodated her greater ampleness. Dina could easily see what was happening to her twin sister, and with the additional pads her ass was swelling even faster than her own heavy and heaving breasts.
Donna’s hips and thighs were following suit, but the weight mainly stayed in the cheeks, which bulged backwards, making a near perfect backside shelf. The cheeks inflated rapidly, the skin stayed firm, no cellulite, no stretch marks, just swelling globular butt cheeks of near perfect roundness.
He stepped further back to admire his work. Now he could definitely tell them apart. He still didn’t know who was who, but with one’s tits surging past HHH size yet staying firm and toned, and the other sporting an ass like a bean bag, you could easily tell them apart. He stepped forward and pushed on the left breast of Dina. He felt resilient skin and firm softness, just as a real breast. It had the surreal size of a plastic surgery nightmare boob job, but was all real. The he stepped behind Donna’s still expanding rear. He grabbed a cheek in each hand and gave them firm squeezes. Donna’s intake of air told him she still had all her sensation as she struggled to stay upright with an ass that stuck out more than two feet back and a foot to either side of her.
He was quite satisfied, and programmed his remote to bring up another tank for each of them, the robots would begin setting them up automatically. He’d missed a few doorbell rings while down here. He needed to get back upstairs for other trick-or-treaters. He passed by Shelly who was eating a copy of the ‘Montana Mountainside’; a colossal feast of steak, chili, baked potatoes, and Texas Toast. He paused as the machines stuffed her with enough food to feed a party of six in just a few minutes. In all of these contests the eater had a time limit on eating these outrageous meals. Usually 30 minutes to an hour. Shelly was currently eating most of these entirely in less than four minutes. In the few seconds he stood musing she devoured more than a third of the Mountainside, its fatty mass digesting virtually instantly and converted into more fat. Her 600 plus pound frame was more like a fleshy mound than a human being. She was more than five times heavier than when she started, and now that the machines were in high gear she would gain weight even faster. All three of the girls could see each other, even with what limited views they had, and none envied the others predicament.
