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Bubble Trouble (Juicy Fruit Color Variant)

Based on the results of this poll. 

Cursed (WiP)

Some non-canonical Gloria mischief, because I miss her pear-ness.

Bumblebutt (WiP)

More of good ol' Honey Pott, squeezed down to a more manageable size.

Sorry it's been slow this month.  My grandfather has been in the hospital for quite some time and it looks likely that he won't make it to the weekend.  Kind of a bad beat all around tbh.  I'll have more out soon, might as well stay busy

Playing with Poppet (Succubus Color Variant)

Color variant based on the results of this poll. 

Thirsty Thot (Watermelon Color Variant)

Color variant based on the results of this poll. 

Agent Holly Heifer (WiP)

I hosted a writing contest on DeviantArt last month, the winners of which are having their protagonists drawn by yours truly.   This character is by ReikerCo, based on his short story, Agent Heifer.

September Suggestions 9/1-9/8

Throw down your expansion suggestions for this month; I'll pick one and bring it to life!

Thirsty Thot Color Variant Poll

Week long poll for the Thirsty Thot color variant!

Thirsty Thot

Another attempt at some mid-transformation stuff, trying to nail down rubbery textures and liquids a little better.  I would like to try something similar with a lava lamp theme at some point...

Thirsty Thot (WiP)

Sometimes you just need a drink.

Bubble Trouble Color Variant Poll

Week long poll for the Bubble Trouble color variant.

Bubble Trouble

One expands while the other blows;

Will she pop?

No one knows.

Tried to get her hair to look like a blowpop, I think I did alright!

Poppet Color Variant Poll

Poll for the Playing with Poppet color variant.

Playing with Poppet

Voodoo.  Not even once.

Bubble Trouble (WiP)

One air-head blows up another with some extra special bubblegum, as suggested by A.L Struts for this month. 

Brain-slug Bimbo (Brain-slug color variant)

Now with more brain-slug.

Brain-slug Bimbo

What better way to abduct people than turning them into puppets and marching them straight into your ship?

Ann's Peep Show (Color Variant)

Based on this poll.   Thought I posted this last week, my bad.

Brain-slug Bimbo (WiP)

Featuring Amy Wong from Futurama!

August Suggestions 8/1-8/8

Go ahead and comment your expansion suggestions for the month of August!  After a week, I'll select one and make it happen, cap'n!

Playing with Poppet (WiP)

Haven't done a good bondage one in a while; throwing down some voodoo magic with it this time.

Honey Pott (Grape Jelly Color Variant)

Color variant based on this here poll! 

Too Many Milkshakes! (Dairy Color Variant)

Mooooo!  Based on the results of this poll! 

Carmella Applebottom (Pink Taffy Color Variant)

The poll was a tie, so I did both!

Carmella Applebottom (Goth Color Variant)

The poll was a tie, so I did both!  Skull boobs, because why not?

Peep Show Color Variant Poll

Week-long poll for the Ann's Peep Show color variant.  This poll will determine the color variants for the entirety of the series, so choose wisely!

Ann's Peep Show 1

What happens when goth girls and cheerleader chicks butt heads in a chocolate factory with little-to-no safety standards?  Let's find out.

Character and story by B-ridge.  His entire Wonka's New Tour series is pretty epic, I highly recommend it.

Honey Pott Color Variant Poll

Week-long poll for the Honey Pott color variant!

Too Many Milkshakes! Color Variant Poll

Week-long color variant poll for Too Many Milkshakes! 

Y'all need to break this tie, too!

Honey Pott and the Shop of Sweets

 "Fresh fruit dipped in a heavenly blend of chocolate and cinnamon sugar.  Limit one per customer."

"For $19.99?  Each?!  Yeah, nah."

"Hmm."   Honey pressed her face against the cold glass counter, peering at the  colorful assortments toward the back.  "Ooh!  What about those chocolate  dipped pretzels?  They have sea-salt!"

The heavier girl, Fae, took one look and balked.  "Those are even more expensive, no way!"

"Forty  dollars for a pretzel isn't that much," Honey scoffed, tossing her  hair.  "Look at how big they are!  They're making me hunnnggrryyy..."   She leaned in further, practically drooling.

"So, buy one already."

"Not unless you get something, too," Honey answered, pushing her lips into a soft pout.  "C'mon..."

"You  can get whatever you want, I just came here for this."  Fae pointed to  the HELP WANTED sign in the window, then to the half-filled out  application in her hand, and grimaced.  "Just one little job, that's all  I need," she sighed, "Something, anything, to help me survive the  summer..."

But Honey wasn't having it.  "C'mooooonnnnn..."  she droned even louder, sprawling dramatically across the glass display  case.  "This is supposed to be the best candy in the world, just look at  the sign!"

Fae followed the  direction of her finger, pointing to a cardboard cutout of an obese  little boy stuffing his face with sweets.  "Yeah.  Yum."

"UGH.  Stop being a butt and eat some candy with me!  The stupid job stuff can wait."

"Easy for you to say, little miss moneybags."

"Is  that what you're hung up on?"  Honey rolled her eyes.  "Fine, I'll buy,  just pick something!  Look, I'll get...these!"  The brunette snatched a  bag of gummy candy off of a nearby shelf and grinned.  "Ooo, they're  shaped like little bees, how cute!"

"Aren't you allergic to bee stings?"

Honey  hung her hands on her hips.  "It's not like they're real bees, Fae."   She peeled the bag open and popped one into her mouth, chewing  obnoxiously in her friend's ear.  "Mmmm, it's just bursting with sweet  honey goodness...."  She licked her lips, smacking them wetly.  "Oh, so  yummy!  I could do this all day..."

"Alright,  alright," Fae chuckled, swatting Honey away.  "As long as you're  paying...  Let me look around."  Fae set her paperwork on the counter  and left Honey to her loud chomping, wandering through the aisles for  something sweet.  The rainbow of variety was almost daunting;  jawbreakers of every size, sour licorice twice as long as your arm,  every type of chocolate you could possibly imagine, to name a few.   There was even a little parlor for malted milkshakes tucked in the far  corner of the shop.  After browsing a few more aisles, Fae settled on  the tried and true; M&M's.  Or rather, Mmm&Mmm's, as the packaging said.

"Sooo, what'dja pick?" Honey was waiting for her by the register, still chewing around a cheek-full of gummies.

"Mmm&Mmm's,"  Fae read aloud, "Filled with minty chocolate and mind-melting melodies?"  She blinked, rereading the description.  "What's that  supposed to mean?"  Curious, she poured a few into her hand.

"It means they taste good, silly."

"Psh,  lame.  They're all orange and green!"  Fae scrunched up her nose.   "Where's the red, the blue?  Heck, I'll even take a brown one for  variety..."

With some effort, Honey finally swallowed  her gob of chewy sugarbees.  "Gosh, you're such a whiner!  It's just the  candy coating, they all taste the same."  The bag crinkled as her hand  dove in for more.

"I know, but still," Fae  muttered, looking slightly put-out.  She ate begrudgingly, but couldn't  deny the rich deliciousness of the chocolate within.   "They're...alright," she shrugged, reaching for another handful.  "Not  especially 'mind-melting', but still good."

Honey dug  through her purse, looking smug.  "Uh-huh.  I can't believe I had to  twist your arm just to get you t-MM, FUCK!"  Both purse and package fell  to the floor as Honey clapped her hands around her mouth.

"What?"  Fae cried out in alarm.  "What is it?  What's wrong?"  All she received  was a string of angry expletives, censored down to a muffle thanks to  Honey's hands.

"I thinb I bib muh tongue..." she said finally, working her jaw.  "Thtupid gummy beeth."

"Are  you alright?  There's no need to look so sullen."  Fae retrieved the  purse from the floor, trying not to laugh.  "Though, your face does seem  a little swollen..."

"My fathe?"  Honey whipped out a  compact and inspected her cheeks.  "They do feel...puffy."  She licked  her lips anxiously.  Those felt a little puffy, too.  "You dun thinb I'b  habing an awwergic reacthun, do you?"  She stooped down to retrieve the  gummies scattered across the tile.

"It's not like  they're real bees, Honey," Fae shrugged and went for her half-finished  job application, but stopped mid-step, vacantly chewing her bottom lip.   "I-I feel...kinda funny..."

"Whaddya meab?" Honey  grunted, trying to reach a particularly elusive piece that had bounced  under one of the shelves.  Her round little butt swayed back and forth,  like a cat stalking it's prey.

"I..."  Fae wasn't sure  how to describe it.  Taut, she supposed.  "M-my throat feels tight,  it's hard to speak..."  The words reluctantly tumbled out of her mouth,  strangely flat.  "Has my voice always sounded this weak?"

"Mmmm."   Gummy firmly in hand, Honey was now preoccupied with dislodging her arm  from the crevice.  A light sheen of sweat crept across her forehead  while she pulled and yanked, breathing heavily.  Her tummy peeked out of  her shirt bit by bit, until it was biting into her waistband.  "C'mon,  you thtupid...HA.  Fibawwy!"  Honey wriggled up from the cool tile, a  squishy yellow bee clenched in her fist and her shirt drenched in  sweat.  She tugged at her top, puzzled.  No, not sweat...

"H-Honey...?"  Fae backed up against the counter, staring down at her shaking hands.   They were orange!  The dull hue was worming it's way up her arms,  carrying with it an itchy, tingling sensation.  "T-this feels weird,  n-now my b-body's orange, too!"  She swallowed hard, unable to quell the  violent stutter in her voice. "H-Honey!  Help!  W-what am I g-going  to...to...oompa...l-loompa...d-doompity do?!"

Her  friend barely heard her.  Dark spots were cropping up across Honey's  clothes, warm, damp, and sticky.  She wiped a finger along her skin and  licked it.  "Honey?  'M sweaddin' honey!"  She swiveled to Fae, whose  hair was turning a deep emerald.  "Fae?  Wub habbening you?  Mm!"   Honey's tongue felt like a cement brick trapped between her bulging  cheeks.  She groaned and stretched her clothes over her now-chubby  figure, only to have them slip out of her slimy grip.  Her belly rolled  forward, filling with something thick and sweet.  "Fae!"

An  orange-skinned Fae appeared to be in a trance, standing stock still and  staring at nothing.  The only thing moving was her mouth, whispering to  a tune only she could hear.  It was only when Honey shook her by the  shoulders that she snapped back to reality.  "Whu-huh?  What's wrong?"

Honey's  eyes practically bugged out of her head.  "Wub wong?!  Wook at muh!   Wook at oo!  Dis candeh ib fubbed up!"  She clutched her stomach in an  effort to slow it's growth, to no avail.

Fae's smile  stretched wider than usual.  "D-doompity...d-don't fret, there's a  reason you're all w-wet."  Her eye twitched, and she injected a little  more lilt into her tone.  "Y-you-oompa l-loo...loompa...love sweet  candy, n-now you'll never thirst.  You...you'll fill up with h-honey  until you b-burst..."  Fae trailed off, looking around with a vague,  vacant expression, as if she had forgotten where she was.

"Buh!   Fae, oo fweakin' me oot!  Thtawp talkin' wike d-urp!"  A shiver rippled  up Honey's torso, which had developed a golden, slightly translucent  appearance.  She was visibly plumping up now, muffin-topping absurdly  out of her pants.  The pressure weighed on her crotch and she moaned,  long and low.  Stitches popped and tore with reckless abandon and the  buttons of her blouse began to snap off one by one.  Honey tried to hold  her shirt together, bending her fat arms with some difficulty.  "Fae,  hewp!"

Fae heard her.  "Y-yes..."  She wanted to help  her friend; she was the only one who could.  Her cellphone was right in  her pocket.  "I'll help...help Honey..."  She fumbled with the lock  screen like a drunk with double-vision, tapping haphazardly.  The  florescent lighting was getting brighter every minute and her thick  fingers were all thumbs.  "H-hello?  911?  I'm at the m-mall, my  friend's thick as batter, you need to come quick before she gets any  fatter!"

"Hey!" Honey gurgled, bobbing indignantly.   Her breasts were next on the list, steadily swelling and sending dark  streaks of honey down the front of her shirt.  Honey's belly was on full  display, resting heavily atop a stretched and battered belt.  Her pants  were skin-tight, so stretched and sticky that she could barely move her  legs.

Fae watched her friend getting  bigger by the second, until she realized she herself was shrinking.  Her  hands and feet were tiny, limiting her fingers and toes to pudgy little  digits, to the point where she had to hold her phone with both hands.   "No, we need your help, this isn't a joke!" she squeaked into the  receiver.  She glanced worriedly at her friend, though her eyes began to  wander, lost in Honey's golden-brown curves.  "I...I just...I just want  to give her b-big belly a poke..."  The phone slipped out of her hand  and fell to the floor, forgotten, along with Fae's oversized shirt and  pants.

"Oof...huhuff..."  Honey was panting  now, trapped under her own weight.  Every movement was a slow, thick  chore.  Sticky-sweet honey oozed down her skin in smooth globs,  especially around her more sensitive areas.  "Huffuff..."  Her hair was plastered  across her forehead and fat cheeks, even sticking to her back and  breasts.  And her tongue...her mouth in general felt like an erogenous  zone all on it's own.  "Nngghuh..."  Warm and wet, and oh-so sensitive.  

The sticky,  bulging woman caught movement out of the corner of her eye and swiveled  on awkward, stubby legs.  She could feel the warm honey oozing around  inside her belly.  "Mmm..."  Something was tickling her skin.  "Mmph!  Fae?   Dat oo?"  Honey's breasts were so large that she couldn't see past  them, though they were just translucent enough for her to see warped,  indistinct shadows through them.  A tiny hand squeezed her billowing ass  as Fae began to sing in a sultry voice that was both hers and yet not.

Oompa-loompa doompity doo,
I've got a simple query for you...
Hea-vy with honey, but when will it cease?
A stroke and a rub might offer re-lease!

"Mmph!   Fmm?"  Honey could hear Fae humming somewhere around her midriff,  pacing slowly around her swollen form.  She pawed at her full, taut  tits, trying to shift them down away from her face so she could see.  "Ulp!  Ulp!!"  But Fae was already starting her next verse...

Ask me nicely, perhaps I'll help you out,
A kiss, a nudge, there's no need to shout...
You moan at my touch, it's driving you mad,
Your pussy's wet, slick; you...need...it...bad!
All you need to do is sing...

SHRRK!   As if on cue, the last shreds of Honey's clothes gave way save for a  striped pair of yellow panties.  She gasped at the sudden surge in  liquid, teetering heavily from side to side.  Fae's hands pressed into  her sensitive stomach to steady her.  "Mmb?  Fmm mm!"  Much to her  frustration, thick splatters of honey bubbled out of her lips instead of  intelligible words.  "Blrrm mmo!"  Honey jiggled in place, doing  everything in her power avoid Fae's wandering fingers, because she was  right.  The pleasure was driving her mad...

Oompa-loompa doompity-da,
This is what you get for stuffing your maw...
Tall, cute, thin; life gave you a pass,
All of it gone...you're just belly and ass!

"Mmm," Honey burbled quietly, eyes rolling in her head.  She sighed, visibly relaxed by Fae's gentle touch.   The thick, pressurized sugar pumping throughout her body was taking  it's toll, and Fae's hypnotic song wasn't helping any.  Honey found  herself humming along; and once she started, she couldn't stop...

The wheel has turned, the change is done,
Honey P. bloated by a bad reac-tion!
Poor fat bee, your body is stuck,
Useless now, but for...a...quick...fuck!

Fae  closed her eyes and sighed, having scratched the nagging lyrical itch  at the back of her mind.  She admired Honey's rotund figure for a  moment, then gave her friend a hard shove.  Honey grunted, a carefree  smile plastered across her face as she rolled onto her back.  The  pressure within shifted up to her massive tits, creating a geyser-like  gush of syrupy sweetness.  "Mmmffm..." she moaned, wiggling her useless  hands and feet.  Rivulets of warm honey made slow tracks down her thighs  and dripped onto the floor.  She was still humming Fae's haunting tune.

"Good,"  Fae cooed, "Good Honey girl."  Her voice was raspier now, slithering  out between sharp teeth and soft lips.  Long tendrils of hair covered  her eyes entirely, though she seemed to have no trouble seeing while she  rolled Honey toward the back of the store.  It was a strong urge,  almost instinctual, for her to be touching someon-something so massive  and round.  For as small as she was by comparison, Fae was able to push  Honey along with ease.  Each time Honey was rotated onto her ass, a  fresh stream of gooey honey oozed out of her nipples.  "Aha," Fae  tittered, taking great pleasure in the increasingly desperate moans of  her charge.

She let Honey go once they  reached the far side of the store, allowing her to roll helplessly until she  bounced against the counter.  Fae stood on the tips of her toes,  looking for the customer service bell.  DING!  She crossed her arms,  tapping her foot impatiently.  "Quickly, hurry," she rasped, frowning.   DING!  DING!

A hand ruffled the curtained doorway  behind the counter, pulling it aside.  "Alright, that's quite en- Oh!"  A  young blonde woman took in the scene with wide eyes; a sticky, moaning  blimp and a small, orange-skinned girl with green hair.  "Oh."  Her  expression melted from surprise to bemusement; she leaned over the  counter, resting her cheeks in her hands.  Her name tag said WHITNEY.   "Let me guess...Mmm&Mmm's and..."  She cracked a smile at a  whimpering Honey, "You must've had the Sugarbee's.  How d'ya like 'em?"

Honey  flapped her limbs and responded with a guttural moan.  The motion  tipped her forward so that her breasts were pressed against the floor,  the only things preventing her from rolling upside down completely.  Her  puffy vulva was clearly visible through her sticky and thoroughly  soaked panties.

"I thought as much," Whitney laughed.  "I've never seen anyone respond to them quite like that before."

"Bee  allergic," Fae chimed in clipped English, "Mm, allergy?"  The words  were a lot harder to grasp without a tune.  "Honey girl, help."  She  pointed to Honey, who was trying to rock herself upright with little  success.  Fae pressed her hands together with a pointed look.  "Squeeze  honey."

Whitney walked around the counter  and gave Honey a prod, nodding.  "Yes, she is feeling pretty full...and  making a hell of a mess in my store." Despite this, the woman seemed in  no hurry to help; instead, she turned her attention to Fae.  "What about  you, shorty?  You diggin' those Mmm&Mmm's?"

Fae  glanced at Honey, licking the honey from her fingers.  "Mmm, yaasss.   Smaller, but sweeter," she grinned.  "Yummy."  A reddish glow glittered  through the veil of bangs covering her eyes.

"Perfect."   Whitney slid around the register again, ringing up their purchases.   "And how will you ladies be paying today?"  Fae pointed to Honey, whose  fat face was turning a rich golden brown from being upside down for so  long.  Whitney giggled, "I don't really think she's up to the task right  now."

Fae frowned, shrugging.  The concept of money  seemed so far away from her, foreign.  However, there was another option  she was more familiar with; she poked her nose over the counter top,  jumping up and down so she could see.  Fae felt around until her fingers  brushed paper.  She pushed it over to Whitney and waited with her hands  on her hips.

Whitney gave it a cursory glance.  "A job application?  You want to work it off?"

Fae put a hand on Honey's stomach, nodding.  "We work, more Mmm's."  She jiggled her friend around for emphasis.  "Yes?"  

Whitney's pink lips spread into an unnaturally wide  smirk.  "If  you're sure..."  She dipped out of sight for a moment, rummaging around the back  room.  She returned with clothes in her hand, tossing them to Fae.  It  was a uniform composed of a tiny crop top and overalls, perfect for a  girl her size.  "You can start with her," Whitney jerked her chin at  Honey, "The jarring machine is in the back.  We've only been using it  for jellies and jams so far, but I think we can find a spot for fresh  honey on our shelves..."

"Aha, yasss!"  Fae perked up her  pointed ears and set to work.  "Come now, Honey girl."  Her friend  gulped, groaned, and gasped with every touch, flushing deep brown.  Fae  hummed her oompa loompa tune to keep her compliant; Honey quickly joined  in, puncturing the melody with the occasional grunt.  The echo of the  song and her fevered moans slowly died as she was rolled deep into the  dimly lit back room and out of sight.

Whitney watched  them go, then wound her way through the shop, gathering Honey's purse  and Fae's old clothes from the floor.  Into the trash they went, along  with any other traces of the girls' presence and the HELP WANTED sign.   Whitney snatched a lollipop off the shelf and popped it in her mouth on  her way back to the register.  Propping her feet up, she sucked on it  with a happy sigh.  "Sweet."