THUNK.
“What if we…got jobs working tables at a diner?” Sonata Dusk asked through a mouthful of half-chewed mush.
“Waitresses? Are you kidding?” Adagio Dazzle muttered from her perch on the sofa, not bothering to turn her vision from the spot on the ceiling she was trying to bore through. “You want us to lower ourselves down to the most menial tasks?”
“No, just think about it!” the blue one insisted while she picked up the next of the line of tacos in front of her, “The three of us together, we’ve got a gimmick! People love that kind of thing, they’ll eat it up! And we’ll get to have free meals too while we’re there!”
THUNK.
“Yeah, and everyone will know exactly who we are if we’re all together,” Aria Blaze droned in an even more deadpan tone, sitting in the opposite corner of the apartment with her chair tipped back against the wall. “I don’t particularly like the idea of taking orders from gangs of mouth breathers anyway, and I suspect Adagio likes that even less.”
The woman reclining on the couch grumbled, and she seemed to sink deeper into the voluminous mane of orange hair that wreathed about her head and shoulders.
THUNK.
“Mmm…” Sonata Dusk hummed in thought to herself for a while, only speaking again after she had taken another bite. “Oh, I know!” She grinned slyly as she pointed at the two others. “We could do a concert!”
“Oh my god, for the last time, we can’t do a concert! Do you think anyone is going to want to come see us after we got outed the last time?! We had this miserable world in the palms of our hands and those little whelps had the gall to get in our way!” Adagio Dazzle wringed her hands at the empty air. Her voice, for a moment, developed a deeper, monstrous quality, thrumming loudly in the small room. “If I ever get my hands on that purple twerp and her friends, I’ll—”
THUNK.
“Aria, I swear if you do that one more time I’m going to throw that thing out the window!” she snapped, jerking out of her idle posture to glare.
Aria Blaze caught the ball she had been tossing against the wall when it came back to her. She stared back unerringly, her interminably flat and irritated expression framed by her swooping purple and green bangs—Adagio Dazzle hated how inscrutable she could be. Eventually she scoffed and rolled her eyes, but she said nothing else.
“Okay…okay…look,” the yellow woman grumbled while she sat up, brushing her hair away from her face. “We need to come up with something,” she said exasperatedly, and she looked back and forth from Aria Blaze to Sonata Dusk, making sure they were all on the same page. “We need to secure a stable lifestyle, preferably one that will let us get out of this damn apartment.”
“Yeah, so we need jobs, like I’ve been saying,” Sonata Dusk replied, her brows furrowed, “and in case you didn’t notice, we don’t have the best recommendations to back us up, so we’re going to have to start from the bottom, no matter how unglamorous it may be.”
Adagio Dazzle looked back at the youngest of the trio and she blinked once; she did not expect her to be so insightful about such matters. “I guess you’re right,” she sighed as she eased back against the couch, “we’ve been coasting along on magic for so long…we’re just going to have to do things the old-fashioned way and—”
THUNK.
All at once her calm demeanor melted as she launched onto her feet and turned to glare daggers at Aria Blaze. The pink one met her gaze, her façade of indifference just barely broken by a twinge of surprise, but she was still holding onto the ball in her hands. “Wasn’t me,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, and then she jerked her head to the side. “Sounds like it came from the door.”
Adagio Dazzle’s neck twisted sharply on its axis, not unlike an owl, and she walked around the couch to approach the door. Perhaps one in her position ought to have exercised a greater degree of caution, but she flung the wooden panel open, yanking on its hinges, eager to vent her frustration on whoever had been unfortunate enough to disturb their discussion.
“Is it delivery?” Sonata Dusk called, heedless of the meal in front of her that was still unfinished.
To her surprise, however, there was no one standing on the other side of the opening. She peered out into the hallway, looking in one direction and then the other, but there was still no one to be seen. It was only when she turned her attention downward that she noticed something out of place: a cardboard box that sat upon the floor. There was a card resting on top of the box, and as she leaned down to inspect it she saw that it read “To: The Dazzlings”.
There was no return address on the card or the box.
“Hey, what is it?” Sonata Dusk called again, more indignantly now.
Aria Blaze watched silently.
“It’s…some box,” Adagio Dazzle said as she picked up the package—it was heavy enough for her to imagine that it wasn’t just empty, but whatever was inside didn’t seem to rattle around at all as the container shifted in her grasp. The disgruntled edge in her voice had softened considerably, replaced with a murmur of curiosity.
“Ooh, really?” Sonata stood up, her ponytail bobbing vigorously behind her as she bounced across the room. “Who’s it from?”
“It doesn’t say.” She tucked the box against her chest while she held up the card in front of her, and after turning it about several times she opened it up and read its contents. She paused, squinted her eyes, and read again, and she recited out loud:
“Dear Dazzlings,
“This will solve all your problems.”
Sonata Dusk let out a long gasp of shock that gradually gave way to amazement. “It must be from an adoring fan who feels pity for our plight!” She clapped her hands against her cheeks; there was a childlike glimmer of wonder in her eyes. “You see, we do still have people who would want to see us perform!”
“Come on, seriously? You can’t possibly be that dense, Sonata,” Aria Blaze commented as she approached, leaning her hip against the back of the couch. “This has to be some kind of prank, probably from those losers at Canterlot High. I’m betting you open that thing up and it’s going to explode glitter all over this room, and it’ll be months before we can get rid of it all.”
Adagio Dazzle let the card drop to the floor so that she could devote all of her attention to the container in her hands, drumming her fingers against its corners. It wasn’t even sealed in a proper professional shipping manner, with a single strip of duct tape running across the top seam. It was definitely a rush job. “You’re probably right, Aria,” she replied dully, “I can’t imagine anyone in this world who’d want to help us.” She pursed her lips, and after a pause she said, “But at this point, I’m desperate enough to take anything.”
She peeled off the tape. Sonata Dusk came closer, leaning inward to see what would be revealed. Aria Blaze grimaced, but in spite of her own disapproving reluctance she too joined the circle. With the bindings removed, Adagio Dazzle pried her fingers into the crack formed by the flaps on top of the box and opened it up all at once.
The interior was dark. A pure blackness that absorbed the room’s light. As one, the three women squinted and looked closer (heedless that casting shadows over the box would only make it harder to see). Pinpricks opened up in the miniature abyss. Eyes, staring back at them.
“What…?”
They came erupting from the black. Long and winding like serpents, countless lengths writhing in the air uncontrollably. Adagio Dazzle screamed, a noise of weakness that she had hoped to never again utter from her own throat, joined by her two sisters, as she dropped the box to the floor, landing flat on its bottom. She backed away, but in spite of her terror she felt her body seizing up, her legs jerking in a stiff gait, and she could not avert her gaze from the box of horrors. The tentacles flailed erratically, slamming against the floor and the couch and anything that was in reach, and they were extending out further with every passing second. They were a bright pink color, making her think distinctly of bubblegum, but that didn’t seem quite right—it was a color too vivid for anything in this world of mundanity.
Fingers clasped around the doorknob, yanking to pull it open, but with her back pressed up flat against the door there was nowhere it could go. She could only wail once more as the first of the neon lengths seized her by the ankle and pulled. Sonata Dusk managed to turn around and start in the direction of the kitchen when she felt something wrap around her waist and hold her fast. Aria Blaze balled her hands into fists and swung desperately at the threatening tendrils, only earning a few stinging slaps for her trouble before one adhered to her wrist. The three were helpless to stop themselves from being brought back toward the baleful box once again, and they were increasingly tangled up in the wriggling ropes, their touch fleshy and clammy. They did not grasp painfully, but they reacted to resistance by doubling up their force, and with each one that was added onto their bodies the pressure increased.
The three women were finally brought to their knees, their forms almost completely submerged beneath the pink tentacles that coiled around them. The three of them groaned and winced as they struggled at their bonds to varying degrees, but none of them were the slightest bit successful in escaping. Then, from the midst of the waving bouquet, three more tentacles rose up, and these moved more deliberately than the others, and they ended in rounded protrusions—they reminded Adagio Dazzle of extendable shower faucets, but the way they bobbed in the air, one pointed toward each of them, was like a cobra readying to strike.
And strike they did. The bulbous tendrils lunged forward, closing in on their heads, and no amount of wriggling could prevent them from reaching their targets. Their pleading cries proved their own undoing as the pink tips took the opportunity to cram their way inside their mouths, producing gagged gasps of terror. Sonata Dusk’s wails were muffled as tears streaked over her cheeks, running black from her makeup. Aria Blaze pulled and tugged in vain, unable to spit out the offending appendage that was jammed between her lips. Adagio Dazzle was, for the most part, too stunned to act, even to think, unable to believe that this was something that could actually happen in this world.
A warm fluid filled their mouths—not like a stream from a faucet, as Adagio Dazzle had first thought, rather gushing all at once from the pinkish flesh like water being wrung from a sponge. The panic diminished in the instant that the liquid and its taste passed over their tongues, sweet and tangy, eliciting a curious feeling of nostalgia. It brought memories of Equestria rising to the surface, of a time when life was easier, and all they had to do was sing to bring ponies under their bidding. Those were the good days.
That singular moment of reprieve was enough to lull the Dazzlings into a daze as the passage of time slipped past them. They focused on the taste and not the drink itself, not realizing that it continued on and on relentlessly, filling their stomachs. The tentacles that constricted them shrank away from their midsections, allowing for room as their trim abdomens began to bulge outward. Waistbands hugged tightly against their waists, biting into the undersides of the steadily inflating mounds. Looser clothing parted to the sides, while those that were tighter had their durability tested and sundered; the buttons on Sonata Dusk’s jacket puckered, straining across the dome, before popping off one by one, and Adagio Dazzle’s dress tore down the middle, starting with the rounded bump of her navel. None of them felt discomfort as their innards were stretched taut, even as their potbelly paunches developed into stomachs closer to those of pregnant women—with more than one child, at that—only a satisfying fullness, although for the moment they were still distracted enough by the taste not to pay much heed. The three of them could only sit there and drink, their bellies spilling out across their laps and onto the floor, yellow and pink and blue, and the apartment around them, even the fleshy ropes that bound them and the horrible box they came from, seemed to wash away.
It was not the removal of the tendrils from their mouths, receding back toward their source, in of itself that broke the trio out of their trance as much as it was the feeding coming trickling to a stop, and their taut bonds slipped away and released them. Confused moans escaped from their throats, and in that instant of blissful surreality they unconsciously found themselves reaching toward the retreating tips, called by the nectar they dispensed. This languid, dreamlike state was brought crashing back to earth as one by one they found themselves falling short, unable to account for the tremendous weight of their midsections that inexorably anchored them in place, with strained, distressed grunts abruptly breaking the calm atmosphere. And then, just like that, the menagerie of pink tentacles furled back into the dark, bottomless box, with a sound that was not unlike one slurping up a bunch of noodles, and they were gone. None of them even noticed when the cardboard container shrank in on itself and vanished into thin air with a pop and a flash of light, leaving no trace that it had ever been there at all.
Several tense minutes passed, with the sound of their breathing, panting in heavy gasps, being the only noise in the apartment. The three women alternated between exchanging bewildered, worried glances at each other and down at their own bodies, their distended stomachs. They clutched at themselves with shaking, tentative hands—hoping that, perhaps, this might all just be a hallucination, only to touch the tender flesh with lightning clarity and feel the weight of reality crashing down. The skin was stretched taut, but they still wobbled and compressed under the touch of their fingers, like water balloons that were filled with pudding. It was longer still before any of them could attempt to stand, struggling with their newfound bulk yanking on their torsos, necessitating hauling up the undersides of the swollen globes in their arms as if they were overripe watermelons. They stood delicately, teetering uncertainly with their precarious balance, and further exhaustion was added to the labored breathing.
And then Aria Blaze shouted, “What the fuck, Adagio?!”
“What?!” In an instant, the thoughts of inconvenience and violation and confusion faded into the background as Adagio Dazzle turned on her pink sister with a look of utter disbelief. “What are you getting mad at me for?! Are you telling me this is my fault?!”
“You’re the one who opened the damn box after I specifically told you it was a bad idea!” She jabbed an accusing finger at the lead Dazzling, not caring that doing so necessitated losing some of the support for her stomach and resulting in her doubling over as a result, nearly falling forward.
“Oh, yeah, of course,” she scoffed back, gritting her teeth, just about ready to come hobbling over the distance between them and give the other a piece of her own mind, encumbering bellies be damned. “Because you must have known that the thing was going to have a Neighponese tentacle monster inside it! Sorry I didn’t see that coming like you did.”
“Why…why did this happen?” Sonata Dusk cried, with one hand massaging the side of her jaw, sore from being held open for so long, a span of time that none of them had even been aware of.
“It must have been those twerps from Canterlot High,” Aria Blaze muttered, gritting her teeth, “that purple princess girl especially, she was from Equestria too, she’s the only one who would have access to magic!”
But although she didn’t say anything, too preoccupied with her frustration and her imbalanced posture to add to the conversation, Adagio Dazzle doubted this. This wasn’t their style, they were too goodie-two-shoes to do something like this; they had never attempted to sabotage them during their initial encounter, why would they bother doing it now to kick them while they were down?
While looking down at the tawny slope of her gut stretching out before her, she noticed the card that was lying on the floor. She was managing to remain standing with some degree of ease by now, but leaning over caused her center of mass to shift dramatically and nearly threaten to send her lurching straight down. The bloated mass churned within the span of her arms as she reached around to pick up the discarded note again, and she read its contents once more. “This will solve all of your problems,” she whispered, just barely audible, and then she looked down at her stomach with her brow furrowed. “How is this supposed to solve our problems?” she then asked aloud incredulously as she slapped the side of the bulbous glob.
There was a wet grumbling noise from her innards in response that made her groan and double over (and the letter fell once again, fluttering to the floor). She heard Sonata Dusk, somewhere that was suddenly far away, comment, “Ooh, that’s a tummy ache. I get that when I eat a lot.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve ever eaten this much, even with as much pigging out as you do,” Aria Blaze interjected flatly, but before there was a response she grunted sharply and gripped at her midsection as it produced a similar sound.
“Yeah, see, exactly like that!” Sonata Dusk said with a blissfully ignorant cheeriness, only to then be afflicted with the same discomfort as well.
Adagio Dazzle felt the surface of her belly ripple beneath her fingertips, like the surface of the ocean she and her sisters had called home many years ago. It was like the contents of her stomach, the warm ooze that had been fed to her in innumerable gallons, were bubbling and boiling of their own volition, and she knew enough about gases to know how much they could build. The puzzling moment, however, came when she felt that her midsection did not tighten further but instead receded away from her hands, shrinking inward. Her mouth gaped in incoherent, breathless syllables, and she clutched at her deflating midsection in her confusion—and, maybe, unbeknownst to herself, some inscrutable sense of lament. But in spite of the diminished mass, she still remained very conscious of that sense of bulk that plagued her being—displaced rather than removed.
The introspective realization was interrupted by the distress of her fellow Dazzlings, Sonata Dusk shrieking while Aria Blaze let out a single alarmed yelp. In seeing the process acting on a body other than her own, Adagio Dazzle was better able to observe what it entailed. She could see the two distended stomachs shrink inward, as if their contents were evaporating into thin air just as much as the enigmatic package had, but at the same time, the rest of their bodies were expanding at a drastic rate, more than making up for the difference in mass. Their slender forms billowed outward with a steadily increasing layer of flab that built up beneath the surface of their skin. Aria Blaze likely would have snarked about how Sonata Dusk was finally actually putting on some weight after all the tacos she had binged on, doughy folds materializing around her face and sides, if she weren’t already concerned for herself as her shirt and pants started to tear, burst by her burgeoning hips and chest.
And the chorus of popping seams also extended to Adagio Dazzle herself, and she felt more of her skin exposed to the open air as her dress resumed falling apart around her. The purple fabric gave way to supple yellow flesh, thick but pliant, billowing into thick rolls where the fat bunched up and sagged over itself. In a matter of seconds, the trim figure that had been so vital a part of her alluring persona was obliterated by a wave of fat which was showing no signs of slowing down.
And yet, the scream of terror that started to well up from her lungs very abruptly died out just before it could make itself known to the world. Instead all she could say was a dull proclamation of “Ah.”
“Oh, god, I’m going to pop!” Sonata Dusk cried, though her clothing had mostly already popped off of her, with the only scraps remaining around her shoulders, a frayed skirt clinging to her waist. Her belly had reached a sort of equilibrium, its rotundity diminishing, but at the same time its girth was increasing just as much, turning from a globe into a doughy apron that hung down in front of her legs, but the flab was rising at an exponential rate.
“Well I’ll be damned if I’m going to pop without giving someone a piece of my mind.” Aria Blaze wobbled profusely as she made a start toward the door. Her arms and legs, swaddled now with an extra layer of padding, shook about, even the jowls surrounding her face wobbling.
“Excuse me?” Adagio Dazzle asked, sidestepping toward her. The insides of her thighs were grinding against each other now, and that pressure was steadily rising. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“That asshole who did this has to still be here somewhere!” she insisted through gritted teeth, “Probably watching us and patting himself on the back! I’m going to find him and—!”
She hissed back, “You can’t go out like—!”
The argument came to a screeching halt as the two of them collided, pink and yellow fat mashing together like the meeting of celestial bodies. Both of them gasped quietly at the sensations that this entailed: compression of the supple flesh, the warmth that exuded from within, and a wave of heat which coursed through them, spreading out from the point of impact. And then, just as quickly, they rebounded from each other, stumbling backward before regaining their balance, and they stared. It dawned on both of them that they were naked, with their breasts on full display, their nethers only censored by the drooping girth of their stomachs, but somehow that seemed like a paltry concern at the moment. Sonata Dusk as well found herself just as much spellbound, just from watching this happen, the two bloated bodies coming together and rippling, as if moving in slow motion.
The distraction was enough to make the three of them forget about their continued growth, the last of their clothing going to tatters, their bare and brightly colored and increasingly big bodies standing like beacons in the sparse apartment room, broaching far into the ranges of obesity.
And then Adagio Dazzle began to murmur, “That…that was…”
“Don’t.” Aria Blaze had fire in her eyes, and that hard edge in her voice again, but it had more waver to it, more uncertainty. “Don’t…say it.” And she turned and started to take some ponderous steps toward Sonata Dusk, her gait turned into a swaying waddle. “We…we cannot…give in to this.”
“Give in to what?” the third one asked. She still held tightly to her gut as it continued to ooze outward from her abdomen, inching further down along the front of her legs.
“It’s that stuff we drank! It’s doing…something to our heads, not just our bodies! It’s like…like…” Her thoughts trailed away. She clutched at her forehead as if she felt an oncoming headache. There was a buzzing that rose up in her brain and suddenly derailed her train of thought. She couldn’t remember what she had been thinking about before, only recalling a vague sense of unease. Her arms fell loosely across her chest, bosom now beginning to billow far across the shelf of her stomach.
“It’s almost like…” Adagio Dazzle began to speak, and she could actively feel the ideas scrambling about just as she was forming them. There was a tugging on her as her balance shifted, tilting ever so slightly backward, and she unconsciously corrected it without paying any heed to her shifting proportions, but she soldiered on regardless. “It’s not…forcing us to like it…it’s preventing us from thinking about not liking it.”
“Well…it can’t be all bad, right?” They turned to stare at Sonata Dusk in disbelief, who grinned sheepishly in turn and shrugged her shoulders. “I mean…we don’t need to worry about watching our weight if we’re already overweight, right?”
“Sonata, I don’t—” But Aria Blaze blinked, and all at once stopped speaking. She had a dazed look, suddenly heedless of her surroundings.
Adagio Dazzle pursed her lips, briefly considering the same course of action that her pink and irate sister had been planning moments ago, to look for whomever was causing this trouble, because the simple fact of the matter was that without any magic of their own there was nothing they could do about it on their own, and they were unraveling further by the minute. She came to be interrupted not by a droning in her head but a sudden hard surface pressing up against her rear, in spite of her not having taken another step backward. She whipped her head back, peering around the bushy curtain of her hair, and saw only the door, and a little lower were her buttocks, the yellow hills pressing against it, and the pressure was mounting further as they only continued to expand, already as wide across as the wooden panel was. She gasped sharply as she took a clumsy leap away, nearly throwing herself off of her feet in the process, not prepared for the violent heaving that would result from her fleshy frame wobbling about. The swollen mounds ground and slapped against each other, and remained in motion for a fair few seconds after she had stopped moving.
And then both Aria Blaze and Sonata Dusk burst out into laughter, doubling over as they too wobbled like molds of gelatin. They stood together and leaned against each other, pink flab pressing into blue, the bulging folds rolling from one to the other.
“Wow, Adagio, I didn’t know you were so jumpy!” the former said, smiling more than either of them had seen her in quite some time, the corners of her mouth creasing into her doughy cheeks.
“You should have seen the way you jiggled!” the other added, and she shook her voluminous stomach for emphasis, “Wiggling your ass all around, just for us to see!”
“Maybe we’re going to have to look into getting name changes,” Aria Blaze then said snidely, cupping a hand underneath her bust, “Adagio Assle and the Asslings.” And then they both begin to laugh anew.
The leader of the trio was upset. Very upset, but also embarrassed, a rosy flush rising to her cheeks, and that made her more upset. She was very accustomed to having to discipline her subordinates—a person like Sonata Dusk having to be reminded to get with the program was inevitable, but it was also not infrequent that Aria Blaze needed a scolding as well with how flippant she could be. In that moment, however, as she immediately started formulating a punishment, there was an inkling that worked its way into her mind, a tinge of something that was more playful, mischievous, and she smirked and didn’t give any pause to think about how easily this had come to her.
“Sure, we can work that out,” she said under her breath, and she turned herself into position, “but you two are going to need to get a lot more familiar before we can pull that off.”
Sonata Dusk was still in hysterics, but Aria Blaze came to her senses just enough to see as Adagio Dazzle began to back up toward them as quickly as her increasingly engorged legs would allow, with her ass approaching like an oncoming train. It still wasn’t enough time for her to afford an escape or to issue a warning, and the two of them found themselves knocked backward, struggling to keep from falling over until they were pushed back against a wall by those enormous butt cheeks—a single one would have been large enough to smother a grown adult, but with her current victims being just as large as she was the effect was less pronounced. It was now her turn to laugh as she pushed as hard as she could against them, rhythmically alternating between each of her hips to keep either one from getting comfortable. Sonata Dusk and Aria Blaze pushed back, but they did not have enough leverage, and they could only moan as the bulwark of fat squeezed into their guts, and Adagio Dazzle crooned quietly herself as they groped at her fleshy folds.
“Wait, what?” Some rational part of her mind spoke up before promptly being buried and forgotten without a second thought. Enjoyment was rising up in her of its own accord, and it was growing closer to excitement with every passing moment. A passionate heat was being stoked inside her, flaring brighter and stronger. She planted her hands on her hips and squeezed her thighs together, but, in addition to the thick layers of fat that meshed against each other, she was also dimly aware of something else in between that was crowding the already cramped confines beneath the apron of her gut, and there she burned hottest of all.
And when Adagio Dazzle glanced back, it was with a dramatically altered countenance. The creases of worry had left her completely, filled out by the bloated mounds of her cheeks and chin, melding in turn with the mound that her neck had filled into. Her eyes, though, had a drastically different quality, at the same time dull, glazed, but also bright, the fiery irises turned into a more vivid shade. There was also a new spot that had begun to accumulate mass, and as she smiled her bulbous lips stretched around her mouth, creasing, the rounded glossy surfaces gleaming faintly in the light of the room. “Are we all on the same page now?” she asked.
Aria Blaze looked up at her, and for the briefest of moments there was a fire of defiance in her eyes before they adopted that same mixed quality, and she licked her plump lips. “We’re not going to have much choice, being crammed back here,” she murmured; her tone was dull and deadpan again, but there was a lilt to her words. Her breasts, now swelling out far in front of her in great arcs, globes farther across than the span of her arms, rested on top of the shelf of Adagio Dazzle’s rear, and she only had to lean forward a little to bring them brushing against the folds of her back.
“Ungh…” Sonata Dusk groaned, deep and visceral. She had her arms at her sides again, clutching onto the great bulk of her midsection, stomach sprawling in a bloated blob of fat that heaved around in response to her touch. Now, though, she was reaching in deeper, hands buried beneath the fleshy apron, and her knees were on the verge of buckling as she breathed in hot gushes of air.
“Hey, hon, snap to it, we’ve got a team meeting here,” Aria Blaze said with a single hollow snicker, and she reached out and pinched one dark blue nipple, and Sonata Dusk cried sharply as her eyes opened wide.
“You’re not getting a head start without us, are you?” Adagio Dazzle turned in the other direction to grin at her. She said this as if it was part of a regular routine which they had all been familiar with for years. She also said it with a cheery bounce in her voice, and some spluttering from the way her lips brushed against each other. “You know what they say: the group that stays together, fucks together.”
“Ohhh, I know, I know!” Sonata Dusk pleaded, and she put her hands on Adagio Dazzle’s buttock again, as if begging for mercy, “It’s just, like, so hard, you know? I can’t resist!” She didn’t sound too much different than before, given that she had always been a bubbly, carefree sort, but she spoke with a great sense of yearning—a hunger.
Adagio Dazzle chuckled, a warm, rumbling noise in her chest. “In that case, we should totally get this over with.”
She stepped away, unpinning the two others at long last, and she swung around to face them properly. The buttocks that in turn swung around her in a great heaving arc were a great deal bigger than they had been when she planted them against the wall, each larger than a bean bag chair, their girth absorbing the mass of her thighs as they sagged down. Her hips flared out to the sides in broad shelves, her total width now comparable to if not exceeding her height, broad enough to smother the couch which she had been lying upon less than an hour ago. Her gut jutted before her with her breasts resting on top, heavy dollops of flesh that filled out the shape of her enormous yellow form. This apron should have been more than sufficient to censor her groin, but a keen eye would notice something just barely visible beneath its lowest reaches, between her legs, bulging and glistening.
Sonata Dusk made a start toward her, lurching forward abruptly in her eagerness to close the distance between them, but that attempt at walking was easier said than done. To put one step in front of her entailed kicking against the underside of her belly, as the sprawling blue glob now extended far beyond her waistline, sagging down so far that it brushed against the floor when the pull of gravity settled, though still maintaining a full, rounded shape. This was further inhibiting a process that had already been made difficult by the grating of her thighs, and that sensitive area between her legs that now seemed to be on fire. Heated gasps of arousal escaped her mouth, though, when she opened her lips, the heavy, swollen mounds didn’t quite part completely.
As Aria Blaze began to walk after her, the three all coming together, it wasn’t with quite as much exertion, but her pink flesh shifted and wobbled as she struggled to find her balance once more. There was a brief moment where she tipped forward, unaccustomed, even without being aware of it, to the astronomically greater weight of her front, pulling upon her chest even more than her abdomen. Now left fully unrestrained, her breasts flopped out far beyond the sloping shelf of her stomach, nearly completely eclipsing it, and past even her knees, jutting out before her at the size of weather balloons. Viewed from the front, she was almost little more than a walking bosom, feet peeking out beneath, with her head and shoulders up top—and a fair portion of her face was starting to be taken up by her pouting mouth. She moved with greater purpose, just as conscious of the flaring in her loins but not allowing herself to be distracted by it, only focusing on the thought of what was soon to come.
And then they collided with each other, a meeting even more vigorous than the prior pinning, flesh slapping wetly against flesh. Sonata Dusk may have hoped to throw herself upon Adagio Dazzle, like a wrecking ball swinging at a derelict building, but the latter was less encumbered and could read her like a book, and was quick to seize hold of her. They did not have time to engage further before Aria Blaze came surging in from the side, a tidal wave of pink breaking on a blue and yellow cliff face. As one they embraced and groped and squeezed at anything that was within reach, plump fingers grabbing at the folds of flab. Amidst the wild moans and the smacking of their lips as they kissed at each other, their voices were naught but incoherent syllables, crying out their want in the apartment (which was beginning to look like a rather cramped living space for just one of them).
Eventually they toppled as their combined mass, churning about, proved too much for their tired legs, buckling beneath them. Adagio Dazzle fell backward, but she found that she hardly felt anything in the process, her buttocks serving quite amply to cushion the impact. Sonata Dusk collapsed forward, fortunate for her as her gut was able to fulfill the same purpose, even if it still knocked the wind out of her, only for her face to come landing against her sister’s yellow belly, smaller than hers but still soft. Aria Blaze, however, landed on both of them, and though the tremendous bulk of her front served to soften the blow for herself, her legs tangled over Sonata Dusk and her breasts came to smother Adagio Dazzle’s torso.
“Ah, look,” she murmured without losing a beat, the two of them staring eye to eye, “I’ve got you all to myself now.” And she leaned forward and planted their lips together, and the other reciprocated the kiss without even thinking about it, the bloated, glossy masses squeezing tightly as they pressed in earnest. Then Adagio Dazzle became conscious of the similar damp massage that was being applied to her stomach as Sonata Dusk was sandwiched between them, shoulders within the breadth of her thighs, and she pushed back to separate them.
“We’ve all got to share,” she whispered, “and we don’t want to hurt our dear little sister here.” Aria Blaze looked disappointed, but she added, “Why don’t you get on the other side, and we can help her together?” and that was enough to get her to smirk again. They each grunted in their own labored, aroused way as Aria Blaze hefted herself upward, though she draped her breasts along Sonata Dusk’s back while she maneuvered behind her.
“Come on, hon,” Adagio Dazzle said, sharp enough to assert her command again, still as much the leader as she ever was, even with her speech growing increasingly muffled. Her chest creased against her gut as she leaned forward and patted the side of Sonata Dusk’s head, prompting her to cease her burying of her face in the doughy mass. “Don’t you want something juicier?”
She then reached to the underside of her stomach and lifted it up as if it was the hem of a skirt, and she spread her legs. This might have made little difference, given that the swollen tree trunk-like thighs still pressed against each other, but the girth between them was enough to project outward regardless. Now exposed to the open air for all to see, Adagio Dazzle’s groin was bloated to a significant degree, the labial mounds more akin to pillows, and the flesh inside glistened with the juices that lay in wait.
There was no further instruction required. Sonata Dusk gave a squealing noise before she pressed forward, seizing around Adagio Dazzle’s knees before diving face first into the engorged vulva. Her own lips, those on her face, mashed against her nose and chin as she reached out with her tongue to lap at the sensitive inner walls. This prompted the lead Dazzling to give her own cry as she arched backward, and the fire in her loins was stoked into an inferno.
At the same time, Aria Blaze had gotten on her knees behind Sonata Dusk, and she looked at the mound of quivering blue that was nestled between her own legs. There was a guttural growl deep within the folds of her throat before she did the same as her sister and gave a sloppy kiss to the nether lips, nuzzling against her loins fervently, while her breasts filled the space between them, engulfing Sonata Dusk’s legs as they spread out to the sides. This elicited a shiver to run through her, but it wasn’t enough to distract her from her own task at hand. At lack of any fourth party to assist in pleasuring herself, though, she had to make do in her own way, reaching down to finger at the dank, moist folds beneath her stomach, her eyes rolling back as she shuddered.
Adagio Dazzle didn’t have need to do much else at this point, only to sit there and ride out the waves of pleasure until orgasm hit. As she eased backward upon the colossal cushion of her ass, though, her hands came to rest upon the floor, and amidst the tatters of torn clothes that they had been wearing minutes ago, she happened to touch upon the smooth cardstock of the letter that had come with the package at the start of all this madness. She did not care enough to look at it, but, deep within some final bastion of conscious thought, she could still remember the message that had been written upon it: “This will solve all your problems.” In a way, she had to suppose that the strange box of tentacles really had done exactly that; it had removed any need to worry about paltry affairs that could get in the way of one’s enjoyment. Why bother with money when you can just have sex? Perhaps they would be able to convince—no, coerce; that would always be the Dazzling way—others to believe in this as well.
And as the three of them reached their climaxes simultaneously, howling madly in the apartment as the floor and their bodies splattered with cum, it was as if they had packed up all their concerns and sent them away, no return address needed.
Author's Note
Another older story to tide readers over for now. The second chapter of the Tinged sequel has been finished but I've still got other projects I need to put my main focus into for the days to come.
The concepts here are thematically similar to Nonification but this is not related to Tinged and its sequel.
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