This choice: You wake up after being unconscious • Go Back...Chapter #8Dream Time Futa Time by: bastian   You wake up after a flash of light, shaking it off you see you’re in the Tanner’s backyard. Standing slowly you wobble a little and enter the kitchen to see DJ licking a ´water popsicle´ and pictures of bikini models on the fridge for ‘thinspiration.’ You remember what episode you’re in, this is the episode where DJ is trying to lose weight to look good for a pool party she gets invited to and goes overboard to the point of starving herself.
You see DJ sitting at the table with Kimmy who is eating lunch right in front of her. You breathe a sigh of relief that you’re in a normal episode until you notice the sizable bulges both DJ and Kimmy have in their pants. “It’s not fair how you can eat so much without gaining anything. What’s your secret Kimmy?” The self conscious teenager asks.
“Just lucky I guess.” The audiences laughed.
“DJ, you should stop trying to match other people’s beauty standards. You already look great the way you are.” You say coming up to her to comfort DJ. She just shrugs off what you said.
“I may look good now but not when I get into a bikini.” She placed her head on the table. “Maybe I should sleep. Can’t eat and gain weight while I’m sleeping.” Everything then gets blurry and squigly. Was that a harp playing!? Were you caught in a loop of dream sequences? When it stops you find yourself back in the kitchen with Kimmy and DJ sitting at the table. You don’t remember this episode having a dream sequence, maybe it was a cut scene. You watch as Kimmy is demolishing a bag of chicken nuggets while DJ tried to be sated by just the smell of fried goodness. Her sighs finally got to Kimmy.
¨Would you just eat one already? One chicken nugget is not going to hurt you.” Kimmy held out a shapely, warm nugget that made DJ´s stomach gurgle so loud it got Danny and Jessie´s attention as they walked in to get a snack from the fridge, both men having fat dick bulges in their pants like everyone else besides you. DJ tried to resist thinking about looking good in the bikini she plans on wearing at the pool party but the hunger got to her.
¨Oh, alright!¨ One can´t hurt, right?¨ She took a bite of the poultry perfection savoring it in her mouth her chipmunk cheeks bright and smiling from probably the first real food she’s had in days but before she took another bite something felt off. She looked down and her breasts seemed to be getting larger, blowing up in front of her like a balloon.
¨I could get behind this!¨ You mutter to a chuckle from the audience after the nightmare that was Michelle´s dream. Danny and Jessie came to see what was going on. DJ could barely reach to the ends of her breasts sat amazed at what just happened.
¨She gets that from my side¨ Another laugh as Danny nudged Jessie who nodded staring at DJ´s sudden endowment.
¨Well you won´t need any water wings for the pool party with those floaters!¨ Kimmy blurted out to an even bigger laugh. DJ´s nervous smile quickly went away when she felt a new, more sharper pain. She winced and then took her hand away to reveal her belly was expanding out all around her! Kimmy backed away as DJ´s belly pushed the table away.
¨What´s happening to me!?¨ she yelled.
¨I guess one nugget CAN hurt!¨ Kimmy said standing at Danny´s side to a huge laugh.
¨DJ? Can I get you anything?¨ Danny asked concerned. DJ´s belly was now stretching out the fabric of her white t-shirt to a skin tight suit. Her blue jeans were stretched so tight the button flew off almost breaking a window!
¨I don´t think Mylanta´s fixing this one!¨ Jessie whispered as the two men cautiously backed up. Danny gave Jessie a look but the soft ripping of DJ's shirt and jeans as she started rising higher off the chair started showing her folds of fat like haphazardly stacked slabs of meat. DJ looked out to see her arms were now blowing up as the fat expanded her arms starting from her biceps and moved down to her palms like water filling up a balloon. Her upper arms flapping with fat hanging down and get forearm skin taut from the explosion in weight. You also see the same happen to her legs as her thighs expanded outward and the fat squeezed down her legs until it reached her feet which exploded out of her shoes. You looked at her now pudgy balloon hand as her fingers grew into plump meaty sausages, barely looking like digits anymore as first her thumb swelled up in an instant, then her pointer finger, then middle finger and so on till her pinky was now bigger than your dick. DJ looked around as her cheeks started filling out, looking like her mouth was stuffed with food, her neck expanding too like a bullfrog croaking until it becomes her new double chin. She rolled off the creaking chair, her head looked until it was sinking into her body as she helplessly looked as far as her fat neck would let her.
¨A little help!?¨ DJ called out indignantly wiggling the little bits of her protruding arms sinking into her expanding blown up belly trying to get her considerable mass moving. Danny and Jessie looked up at how high she was off the ground now then jumped to it trying to push on what used to be her hips. They heaved to no avail then Jessie nodded for you to come over and help. You sunk your hands on a puddle of stretched out clammy flab that appears to have been where DJ´s calf was just moments ago.
¨C´mon boys, push!¨ Danny commanded. Shoving with all your meager might it seems DJ´s generous girth was inching forward. Kimmy encouraged them by randomly yelling ¨HEAVE¨"to laughs from the audience. Suddenly the progress stopped; you, Danny and Jessie look up to see DJ is now lodged in the doorway to the living room.
¨KIMMY! Why didn´t you tell us she couldn´t fit through the door?¨ Danny demanded bent over with his hands on his knees.
¨You guys looked like you were getting a good workout!¨ Kimmy patted Jessie´s belly as he stood there trying to get his breath. Danny stood back up panting for breath.
¨Kimmy...fridge, grab the butter!¨ Kimmy opened the door to find a ridiculous amount of butter crammed into the fridge.
¨Why all the butter, Mr. T?¨ Kimmy asked perplexed. Jessie also looked confused and crossed his arms looking for an answer. Danny looked around a little embarrassed
¨Vicky saw this thing about French cooking and I was trying to learn how to make croissants.¨ A precious ¨aww¨ came from the audience.
Jessie looked again at the stuffed fridge. ¨For who? All of Paris!?¨ The audience laughed as Kimmy brought over an armload. Everyone started slathering DJ´s skin up like a 7 foot Thanksgiving turkey. Unaware of what they were doing DJ smiled.
¨That smells SOOO good!¨ She licked her lips with what little of her tongue could still be seen giving the audience another big laugh. Finally it looked like every one of the considerable square inches she was had been covered in delicious butter. Danny got everyone back in their spots to push.
¨All right, push!!¨ You and the guys started pushing, even Kimmy tried to push her butt against DJ´s corpulence and push but it barely got her a quarter of the way there.
¨More butter?¨ Kimmy slipping on the floor. Danny nodded she came back and soon you were cramming your fingers into DJ barely able to tell what used to be what until your slippery hand felt something that tickled DJ.
¨I really hope the was her belly button!¨ you mutter to no one in particular until all the butter is gone from your hand. The audience laughed at your thorough disgust.
¨I don´t know if all this butter is making me hungry or horny!¨ DJ´s suddenly deeper voice worried everyone pushing against her mass.
¨Do you really want to see that thing buttered up and angry?¨ Jessie asked straining to find a spot to get her out of the door.
Danny leaned into DJ´s fat similarly grunting ¨Well, it´s this or we have to go upstairs every time we want a snack!¨ the audience laughed when suddenly it felt like the butter and the pushing had done the trick! Danny tried leaning on the door way but fell down to a big laugh. DJ wobbled unable to put what was left of her feet on the ground started crying.
¨I´LL NEVER FIT IN THAT BIKINI NOW!¨ Danny got up to comfort her seeing the state of his hands and her girth and tried to wrap his arms around her but gave up, instead wiping more butter on his doughy daughter.
¨You serious Danny?¨ Danny gave Jessie a look; you spotted the bikini back on the table and brought it in. Jessie stopped you before you took it off the hanger.
¨If this goes sideways; it was an honor¨ the audience laughed. Kimmy grabbed the top that looked like it barely fit her barely there boobs. Danny took the other end and they out it on DJ´s chest. The audience howled with laughter as the top didn´t even cover the gap between her nipples. Danny grabbed one end and somehow stretched it around DJ´s pulling it like taffy. Kimmy came around but they weren´t quite able to get the top on her. Pulling and grunting the stretching make DJ´s nipples harder to your dismay. Jessie´s cock was about to rip out of his pants. ¨Have mercy!¨ he muttered. Looking at DJ´s nipples they were sticking out of her stretched out top like a thumb sticking out of a glove. Huffing and puffing, Danny told you and Kimmy to get her bottoms on. The two of you looked at each other confused but determined to try started stretching the bottoms over the little bit of DJ´s legs until You couldn´t move her any further up. Your slippery hands lost their grip making the audience laugh as you fell face to face with Danny´s engorged cock had cum on his pants from the excitement. Jessie said they weren´t done, pointing at the emerging mass coming out from DJ´s folds.
¨Deej! You´re cock´s gotten fatter too!¨ Jessie pointed at the cannon DJ unveiled thicker than your thigh and glistening with butter. The head bulged out with a squirt, the veins rose out of the shaft like blue ropes. The shaft kept getting longer as DJ moaned in pleasure. Soon light hairs appeared too.
¨Talk about a fat load!¨ Kimmy joked to laughs   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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