Weight Distribution

Your pandemic tummy was bothering you lately, and your new roommate took notice. You still didn’t know them very well, but they were studying biochemistry and suggested a custom supplement they were working on. They even promised the pill would flatten your waist in no time without a change in diet.

It sounded too good to be true, but they struck you as genuine and that paunch was getting on your nerves. What was the worst that could happen?

True to their word, a week after taking the pill, your waist was trim and your stomach was flat! You were even seeing the makings of abs.

What they didn’t mention initially was that the supplement was not designed to stop weight gain. After a week, it was obvious the weight you put on was shifting. Instead of a chubby stomach and a flat ass, you were developing a sleek waist and a bubble butt.

The supplements did have some side effects; heightened libido and sensitivity were definitely confirmed, and you couldn’t tell if you were getting addicted to the pills or your growing bottom.

All you knew was the more you ate, the more your butt filled out. You were having a blast shoveling dining hall food into your mouth to fuel your new obsession.

You’ve never felt more confident. And obviously, you offer your new dumptruck of an ass to your brilliant, considerate roomie as a thank you.

And to deal with that raging libido, of course. An ass like yours was meant to be fucked.

J is for Jiggle

Jiggle

People liked telling Jessica she was lucky for her high metabolism, but those comments always irked her. She knew where they were coming from, but she was always self-conscious of her very thin frame and total lack of curves.

One day, before she left home for her office job, Jessica found an unexpected package on her doorstep. Taking it inside, she opened it and found a treasure trove of carefully wrapped chocolate truffles. The accompanying booklet explained that they were "a dietary supplement for those looking to put on healthy weight."

Jessica wondered who was pranking her with an order like this, but she still had to admit the truffles smelled great. Against her better judgment, she bit into one and discovered the dark chocolate was filled with a deliciously sweet pink cream. She decided to put a few in her purse, just in case these joke candies did not make her sick.

As hours passed, Jessica went from wondering if the chocolates were poisoned to wondering if they had cocaine in them, because she was addicted. She ate all of the truffles from her purse by lunch, followed by her actual lunch, and by the end of the day, Jessica was excited to pop another sweet and creamy treat in her mouth.

After three days, co-workers kept taking second looks at Jessica, and her friends said she was glowing. Her clothes were starting to fit more snugly, ending up especially tight around the chest and hips. It only took a week for Jessica to notice the gradual change she was seeing. After inspecting a past photo of herself, she realized the change was not all that gradual.

Stripping out of her clothes, Jessica cupped her breasts. Of course her shirts were tight; it was clear the girl in the photo was barely an A cup while the new Jessica had grown into a C in only a few days! Likewise, her toothpick thighs and boney hips suddenly had a comfortable padding of fat thickening them up.

Needing to know, Jessica reach back and smacked her own ass and giggled, because she could feel the flesh jiggling.

The candies were addictive before they proved themselves to be some kind of body-altering supersnack. Jessica looked over the booklet again, taking special note of instructions that told her to pace herself. She would have to work on that after an initial week of satisfying gluttony.

She set aside the candies to last for another month, and the results were better than she could have hoped for. Her short stature had always worked with her thin frame to convince people she might be too young to work her job. Now, as her thighs rubbed and her full tits bounced as she walked, no one would be making that mistake again. Even her stomach had gone from being barely there to having a soft paunch. Every inch of her was becoming voluptuous, a word she was never able to see in herself before.

Whether it was the candies or the sheer joy of having a bombshell body for the first time in her life, Jessica noticed her skin was incredibly soft and her nerves were torturously sensitive. Every time her body bounced and jiggled, Jessica felt heat build. She had all these curves and she needed people to start fondling and squeezing every inch of her perfectly fondleable and squeezable body.

Luckily for her, by the time her life-changing shipment of chocolates ran out, her office was full of men and women lustily watching every little jiggle.

F is for Feminine

Feminine

Felix and his girlfriend Glynda were hitting a rough patch in their relationship. They loved each other, but she was getting fed up with his antiquated hangups and opinions. Felix grew up in a conservative, repressed household with a father who ingrained the idea of what a "man" should be in Felix's head.

That toxic masculinity trained Felix to pick interests that men would like and see women as subservient and frivolous. Glynda was getting tired of Felix making patronizing comments whenever she watched a "girly" show or bought a new tarot deck. Anything he was taught to associate with women, he could not help but poke fun at.

Nevertheless, he recognized his behaviors were the problem and wanted to address them for the sake of their relationship, but he needed help. Luckily, Glynda's "silly witchy hobby" went beyond recreation, and despite his flaws, Glynda could see something worth salvaging in Felix.

As the clock struck midnight, Glynda lit candles and offered honey cakes and prayers to Artemis, beseeching her to help her significant other see through the toxic indoctrination of his past and connect with his own femininity.

With his eyes closed to the world, memories started flashing back for Felix, going back to childhood. He remembered befriending girls at Kindergarten before his father warded away protective mothers who saw through him. School friends gave him dolls, only for Felix to be scolded when returning home with the gifts. As these chains became clear in Felix's mind, it was clear they were binding a bottle.

Glynda raised a glass vial she prepared for the ritual, manifesting whatever Felix was forced to bottle up. In the glass, a warm pink flame flickered to life. The light felt familiar and comforting, but it made Felix nervous. With a gentle word of encouragement from Glynda, Felix took the vial and, in an instant, the psychic chains crumbled, letting him open the vial.

He breathed the flame in deep, but it did no harm. All it filled his with was warmth and the scent of peonies. The warmth radiated through his body as feelings and truths, buried for so long, were reclaimed.

The Goddess saw the truths and wishes of a lost sister and granted her blessing. As the soothing warmth radiated, it brought new change. Body hair faded, but strawberry blonde locks grew and curled around her shoulders. Fat and muscles redistributed themselves, padding out her thighs, hips, and ass. Her features softened and her chest swelled into prominent buds on her chest.

Gasping in a new, higher pitch, Felicia opened her eyes and looked at her body, draped in clothes a bit too big for her new frame. She finally looked up at Glynda, who was beaming proudly.

Glynda's significant other broke from the toxicity the patriarchy forced on her, reconnected with her repressed femininity, and as her truest self, they could retry their relationship on a healthier foundation.

After she took Felicia shopping for a new wardrobe, of course.

B is for Booty

 

Booty

The world was filled with legendary treasures; rumors passed around taverns about buried fortunes from privateers long passed. Pirates were prone to exaggeration, but it was the thrill of legendary booty that kept people on the seas.

Captain Brianna built her reputation on her ruthlessness and her thirst for adventure. She was a treasure hunter at heart, chasing after historic prizes. Her crew, the load of incompetent scallywags they were, served as a means to an end. She gave them adventure and they gave her the manual labor required to sail the seven seas.

When it came to her moment of victory, however, the Captain refused to share. After months of charting a path, Brianna was anchoring her ship, The Bubble Reef, off the shore of an abandoned island. She could feel it in her bones; this was the resting place of Captain Sweetcakes' lost treasure. Leaving most of her crew on the ship, she took a dinghy with her first mate and quartermaster. They would guard the cavern entrance and assist her in getting the treasure onto the ship, but everyone knew the moment of discovery was for the Captain.

Bearing a torch, Brianna delved deep into the cave. The further she went, the more she questioned if her maps and navigation truly brought her to the right place. Her doubts were laid to rest when her torchlight glinted against gold.

Half a dozen large chests were neatly waiting for the Captain. With a holler of success, Brianna eagerly claimed a ring from one of the open chests, slipping it on her finger to lay symbolic claim to the new treasure trove.

Before she could grab a necklace to pair with her newfound accessory, Brianna shuddered as a tingling sensation ran up and down her body. Seeing stars, she wobbled and fell back, landing on the stone ground.

Much to her surprise, Brianna's fall was cushioned by something. Looking down in shock, she realized the pleasurable sensation was focusing itself on her bottom. Everyone knew Brianna was slender and unassuming, her authority coming from her attitude rather than her muscles. That's what made it obvious that fat and muscle in her thighs and hips were multiplying and swelling.

Scrambling to her feet, her thighs were each already the size of her waist. Looking over her shoulder, Brianna's ass was clearly growing into her field of vision. After a life with a flat bottom, it was surreal to watch her own trousers tearing at their seams to contain a perfectly round shelf of an ass.

And it felt so good. Brianna had no clue what was causing this, oblivious to the curse that gave the notorious Captain Sweetcheeks her nickname. All she cared about as her butt finally settled into its new size was the overwhelming sexual need building.

Tearing away her useless pants, the Captain reached into a chest and, as if called to it, pulled out a gleaming silver curved rod. Without hesitation, she buried the naughty treasure between her full new cheeks. Moans slipped out, growing louder the more she played with herself, but the toy was also cursed; it would drive her mad with lust, but it could never finish her.

Thankfully, Brianna had two trusted crewmates who ran to find her after hearing cries and moans. Expecting danger, they were not expecting their Captain on her knees fucking her own ass with a silver member. Ever the leader, Brianna commanded them to assist her, and as always, they eagerly complied.

After reaching a long-overdue climax, First Mate Dana started carefully loading treasure into the dinghy while the Captain composed herself. When she made it back to The Bubble Reef Butt, her lowly crew ogled their thick leader, submitting to all her orders. The bounce and jiggle of her legendary booty came with the confidence and authority of a pirate queen.

And a need to get fucked in the ass by two people nightly, but the Captain would gladly adjust.

Mai Brain Drained Valentine

Today's Story is a Submission from Johnny Silver!

The stakes were always high in a shadow duel. Mai knew that. But while walking down the street a voice called to her from an alley. It whispered to her dreams of power and fame. After following the voice she found the source lying in the gutter…a golden eye attached to a metal choker. A new millennium item?

It promised such sweet things. All she had to do was defeat the spirit that dwelled within and all of its power would be hers. She had watched Yugi, Bakura, and Marik duel, so she figured she had an edge. What did she have to lose?

Mai slipped the gold choker across her soft, pink neck. Her skin goosebumped under the cool metal and she could feel the swell of dark energy flowing under her skin. The alley around her changed into a dome of swirling pink and purple colors and before her she watched a figure, dark and feminine materialize. The duel had begun. 

Card after card were played as Mai moved with all the tactician of the champion she was renown for. But with every move, each monster was defeated, each spell was countered, and each trap was disarmed. It wasn't long before her Life Points drained, along with it the unseen cost: her very mind.

Mai looked to the panicked eyes of her last standing Harpy Lady. Her moves had gotten sloppier in the last few rounds, the cost of losing. With every dip in Life Points, Mai could feel her careful, calculating mind disappearing into effervescent pops of pinkish bubbles. 

Her self-assured trash talking which usually accompanied her on every duel was not turning into moments of blank silence and uncharacteristic giggling. In this instance her Harpy Lady looked to her for instruction. However, all the monster received was a blank expression and a dribble of drool falling out of the corner of Mai's mouth. 

“Darlin’” the shadowy effigy says. “You have to finish your move.”

“Oh? OH! Hehehe, sorry,” Mai gulped. Deep down she knew that was wrong but she continued anyways. “Silly me! Ummmmmmm…I know, I’ll…pass! Hehehe, ‘pass’. That rimes with ‘ass’.”

“It does,” The shadowy voice encouraged with a feline-like purr. “You know, that skirt already leaves nothing to the imagination.”

“It does?” Mai tries to turn her head to look. As she does she is surprised to see just how curvy her ass is now. Was it always like that? “Huh. You’re right! I shouldn’t wear what doesn’t fit.” Her tongue sticking out of her mouth in effort, Mai wriggles as she struggles to unbutton her skirt. Once it falls free, her now voluptuous dumptruck of an ass jiggles out, free in the open air. “Ah. Better!”

“Mmmm, indeed,” the spirit says. “Now, my move.”

The monster that it had summoned lunges forward with a deadly sword that cuts down the Harpy Lady with a scream. At the same time, Mai’s expression shifts to that of tense bliss as she feels even more thoughts bubble away into pink bounciness. With a sigh, Mai slumps forward, arms hanging limp at her sides. How many Life Points left? 1-0-0…what did that mean?

“Darlin’,” the spirit says. “Now it’s your turn sweetie.”

“Oh, umm, hrm,” the glassy-eyed duelist looks at the cards in her hand. She pulls one out and lays it face up on the field. Unfortunately it is a magic card that she placed on the monster field so nothing happens. “There we goooOOO!”

Mai feels a sudden weight on her chest. She watches in awe as her breasts begin to expand, inflating outward more and more until they burst free of her corset. Anyone would be embarrassed but Mai’s pink fluffy thoughts can only smile as the cool air of the alley licks across her now engorged, sensitive nipples. Her body shivers in response. “W-What’s happening?”

“What are you talking about?” The spirit asks. “This is what you wanted. Power. Fame. Did you really think you were going to get all that without an amazing body to match?”

“I…I guess so…” Mai replies. She can’t help running her hands over her now massive tits. As she does this, her eyes drift to her duel disk and single, useless card laying upon it. “Oh! Um…my turn is done, tehee! Almost forgot that time.”

The shadow grins. Mai doesn’t even hear her opponent command the attack. There is movement as the monster runs up to her, but she is so distracted by her new bouncer assets that she is unable to pay attention. But there is no pain when the monster attacks. Rather there is a simple, soft boop on her nose. 

Blinking and wiggling her nose cutely, Mai turns to see that the spirit of the choker is now standing next to her, their finger upon her nose.

“Hrm?” Mai sighs. She didn’t see her Life Points roll down to zero.

The spirit grins and whispers sensually into Mai's ear. “I win.”

There is a flash of light. The alley around her returns as the dome of pink and purple evaporates. Her lips pout in doubt as she looks down at her exposed massive chest and around to her ass. Huh. Well what was she doing here?

The same sultry whisper from before tickles her earlobe. "Why don't we go home? We can try out your amazing body and I can show you the power of the Millennium Choker over and over and over again."

At the sound of the familiar voice, Mai coos in appreciation. She was grateful for the idea. She didn't like making decisions.

"Okay!" She giggles. With a hop in her step and a jiggle of her butt, Mai leaves the alley, leaving behind only her thoughts and pile of forgotten cards.

A Softer Scarlet

The Scarlet Witch might be a dangerous foe, but Agatha Harkness has been around long enough to know there is more than one way to deal with a feisty sorceress. All Wanda needed to learn was how to settle down and find her place in the household universe.