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Shopping Trip
Idea/Commission – Ironhead78
Artwork – Kecomaster
Story Filler – BalloonPrincess

Shopping Trip 3

Arrogantly popping the last huge bite of the fat Frankenstein hot dog into her mouth, even stretched pretty wide, caused the Princess to make a mess of her face. An insanely thick mixture of relish, mustard, ketchup, and sauerkraut glopped onto her facial cheek before she closed her mouth and chewed what she managed to get inside with great gluttonous gusto. The colorful mess slid down along her facial cheek, along the jawline, and towards the chin before the Princess paused in her chewing and slathered up the mess with the surprising length of her tongue. Even with the mouthful, she was incredibly agile in gathering up the rampant glop and shoveling it into her mouth. The chewing eagerly resumed. Pure, unadulterated pleasure washed across her face which was highlighted by the rich rosy coloring of her cheeks was even brighter than when she took her first bite of the very first Frankenstein hot dog.

Having finished up her modest meal earlier, Squish had just sat there and watched as the Princess happily had bought hot dog after hot dog. It was as if the Princess was intent on sampling each selection twice before she thought about being satisfied. The raven-haired beauty had originally watched while working on her meal, but as the Princess continued, it became more of spectacle. Once she was done, Squish leaned back and slowly sipped her beverage, taking her time. As she got closer and closer to the bottom of her drink, it was evident the Princess was not even close to being done. So, Squish got a refill. At the moment of the mess the Princess made on her face, Squish had gotten a second refill and was about finished with that.

As the Princess happily chewed the last mouthful of the seemingly last hot dog she would buy today, Squish watched in quiet amusement as the Bremlin shifted her hefty weighted body in the chair. Apparently when the Princess blew herself up earlier, her body adjusted the air within to make her weight go up. How this happened was a mystery to Squish, but it was one of the things that kept the raven-haired girl hanging out with the Bremlin princess. Luckily, the iron wrought restaurant chair the food court bought was supposed to handle people of great weight and size. And this poor chair was working overtime to keep the Princess comfortable and still properly seated. Squish imagined the metal starting to wear out in key areas, perhaps along the welded seems, threatening to give way if the Princess did not get up within a short time. In this display of eating, the Princess seemed eager to redefine the word gluttony.

Speaking of gluttonous eating, Squish remembered a wonderful evening with the Princess in which both of the girls spend the time devouring a scrumptious sizeable spread of food. It was perhaps one of the most varied assortments Squish had seen. The Princess, around a mouth full of food, had mentioned that she ate like this quite often on her homeworld. Feasts and celebrations were held very frequently and at the drop of a hat. According to the Princess, her little sister, Burst Infinity, had to learn how to eat since her ability of expansion centered on food. This made Squish pause and the Princess expanded on this quite thoroughly. Burst was able to convert what she ate into mass for her body. The only problem was that the younger princess was always hungry. So, of the three Infinity sisters, Burst was the champ at eating with Loonia in second. Katrina, Loonia’s older sister, often ate sparingly.

“No wonder Katrina ate sparingly,” Squish had observed. “Between Burst and yourself, there probably wasn’t anything left. I’m surprised the kingdom didn’t starve.”

Waving that thought off with a fat drumstick, the Princess shook her head. “Not at all,” she explained. “The kingdom’s prosperity is linked to the size of the Queen. The bigger she is, the better the kingdom is, and the stronger the people are.”

“From what you have told me, your mother must be immense!” Squish whistled in awe to which Loonia nodded.

An ear-splitting screech brought Squish out of her daydreaming to reality as the Princess slid back in her chair, thunderous thighs spread and her dainty right hand resting on a silly pillow that was her tummy. Closing her expressive jade eyes, the Princess tossed her head back and let out a belch that would have startled Jabba the Hutt. The obnoxious blast lasted for a full minute, rattling tables and glass windows throughout the mall while sending people into an uproar. Many people who happened to be in the food court gave the diminutive Princess a rather nasty look, some offering comments about how vulgar and rude she was. Kids in tow with their mothers were giggling at the Princess, loving the fact she was so brazen with her display. And employees of the food court, especially Frankenstein, were acting busy rather quickly. At the end of the minute, the Princess patting the surface of her tummy which had deflated a good deal from all of that pressure leaving her so explosively.

“Wow … that was … something,” Squish managed to say through her right hand covering her mouth as the raven-haired girl giggled. “I think they heard you outside the mall.”

Still sitting there in her reclined position, the Princess smiled contently as her right hand continued to pat the surface of her tummy with a soft thump-thump sound. “Of course,” the Princess replied. “Best compliment to the workers at restaurant. They now know they have had the pleasure of satisfying my appetite.”

Squish, glancing over at Frankenstein, noticed the girl at the counter was ducking down and hiding from public view, perhaps hoping not to be included in this conversation or even keep what was left of her dignity. An evil thought popped into the raven-haired girl’s head. “I’m sure the girl over at Frankenstein appreciated that,” Squish pointed out innocently.

The Princess glanced over at the girl who was peeking over the counter’s top to see what was transpiring. Offering a bright smile and a hearty wave, the Bremlin offered her appreciation. “Thank you, darling!” the Princess shouted, sending the girl scurrying out of sight.

It would be a few minutes before the mall returned to a state of normality which was appreciated by the rest of the staff and customers within the building.

A soft sigh escaped Squish’s kissable lips as the raven-haired girl stand there in the food court. With her chin resting in her hands, her appearance made her look insanely cute while she savored the moment. Her right forefinger lightly tapped against the plump surface of her lips while her expressive eyes wandered about the mall’s interior. Glancing over at the Princess, Squish could tell the Bremlin was in a similar state, reclining back in the beleaguered chair while allowing her head to dangle over the back, the twin pigtails of lavender hair lightly shifting from the gentle gust of air from the mall’s air conditioners.

Stealing a glance over at the boys over at the fountain, Squish noticed they were chatting away as they too were finishing up their lunch. That made the raven-haired girl feel better to know they were staying out of trouble. What were they talking about? Squish couldn’t be sure, but she really didn’t care. What do boys talk about? Nothing that Squish thought would be interesting. Frowning at that thought, she wondered for a moment if she might be. She didn’t really feel like getting up and finding out, not at this peaceful moment of her day.

Suddenly, the Princess’s tapered ears perked through the tresses of her lavender hair. Her expressive emerald eyes snapped open a moment before the Bremlin sat up in her chair, startling Squish. The raven-haired girl raised an eyebrow as she watched her friend glance rather frantically around the food court as if searching for something.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Squish asked, frowning as she tried to zero in on what it is that got the Princess so stirred up. Looking about the food court, all she noticed right off were the boys still chatting, though looking a bit more animated than earlier. Outside of that, Squish saw nothing that she thought would have gotten the Princess’s attention.

Holding up a hand, Ironhead motioned for Keco to stop talking for a moment before shhing! his friend tightly. “Something’s up,” the rabbit said quietly, looking over towards the girls. Keco who had been talking paused and turned towards the table with slowly growing interest. “So, it would seem,” the black cat agreed.

Pushing her bare feet against the tiled floor, the Princess slid her chair back which brought forth another insanely loud squeal of metal, making Squish’s ears ache. The Bremlin’s lush and plush body jiggled within the confines of her meta-suit as she stood up and went into a forward motion, heading away from the table. Tup-tup sounded in the air as the Princess’s footfalls filled the air. People around the table where the Princess and Squish were seated paused in their own activities to watch for a moment, perhaps hoping the girls wouldn’t do anything else to disturb their meals. Heedless, the Princess raced forward as if possessed!

Frowning, Squish turned her head to follow the harried Princess’s path towards a little old man who was setting up a few large tanks of what the raven-haired girl guessed must be helium. The reason she was pretty sure that’s what the tanks contained was the gathering of bright, colorful ballooning tied on strings and hovering in a nearby cluster. Looking up from his work, the old man was understandably startled by the rapid approach of the Princess. Sliding to a stop, thanks to her bare feet, the Princess started chatting hurriedly with the old man.

“Uh oh!” Squish thought aloud who was now getting out of her chair and gathering up the trash from their meal. “I’d better get over there.” Taking a few moments to throw away the trash, Squish put the trays up on the rack and started over to where the old man and the Princess were.

By the time Squish arrived, the Princess had pulled out a fat leather pouch and had started to count out some gold coins. Two was in the old man’s shaking hand as he looked wide-eyed at the Princess. The Bremlin took a third coin out and placed it on top of the steadily growing stack while raising an eyebrow. It took a fourth gold coin before the old man nodded and wandered off.

“What was that all about?” Squish asked, frowning.

An evil smile crossed the Princess’s kissable lips as she took the hose from one of the canisters of helium.

Tossing the trash left over from his lunch into the nearby canister, Ironhead got up and started wandering towards the girls with Keco following close behind. Several times, the rabbit found himself shhing! the black cat. Ironhead did not want to disturb the girls as they started playing with what looked like a helium tank. Being the curious cat, Keco wanted to ask what the girls were up to, but Ironhead suspected he knew. The sounds of high pitched rushing air and fun-loving giggling filled the air, just making it clearer to the rabbit. However, with Keco following behind Ironhead, it wasn’t quite as clear to the black cat. At least, not yet.

When Ironhead came to a stop a dozen feet or so from the girls and the air tank, Ironhead just smiled bright. Keco peeked from behind the rabbit to see what had brought his friend to a stop. Loonia had the hose in her mouth and appeared to be sucking very deeply upon the nozzle. Her body squealed and stretched as she expanded bigger and bigger, blowing up just like a balloon. The helium seemed to go into her already ballooned breasts and wide load backside, both expanding rather excessively exaggerated sizes. With her expressive eyes closed, her kissable lips quirked into a delighted smile as the Princess grew bigger and bigger.

“So, this is why they call her the Balloon Princess,” Ironhead whispered to Keco who nodded with a bright smile.

“Yus,” replied the black cat.

The boys didn’t have to wait too long for things to slowly get out of hand which was the usual case when the Princess was involved. And neither the rabbit nor the black cat was disappointed. Doubling her previously inflated size, the Princess pinched off the hose and smiled wickedly to Squish who stood there in adoring rapture. With her hands clasped up against her full breasts, the raven haired girl’s expressive eyes widened. “Wow!” is all Squish could bring herself to say for the moment. However, nothing with said by the normally gregariously Bremlin, but the raven-haired girl took that as a sign to grab the hose from the Princess. That brought a surprised and alarmed squeal from the Princess. Placing the nozzle to her lips, Squish copied the actions taken earlier by the Princess. Amazingly, it appeared the Princess was not the only girl who was able to inflate. Squish blew up nice and big as well, her own body soaking up the helium, widening nicely through breast and backside, though the raven-haired girl let herself blow up just a bit bigger than the Princess. Noticing that fact, the Princess frowned slightly before snatching the hose from Squish and returning it to her lips. The end had a bit of Squish’s lipstick on it which delighted the Bremlin before the Princess resumed suckling on the nozzle. Soon, the Bremlin had gained a good deal more girth in both breast and backside, almost doubling what she previously was. This earned Squish a rather bemused and cocky expression from the Princess.

“Gimme that!” Squish shouted as the raven-haired girl lunged for the hose.

A smirk crossed Ironhead’s mouth as he reached out and fist-bumped Keco who also wore a rather delighted smile.

To BE Continued ...

Description
Shopping Trip
Idea/Commission – Ironhead78
Artwork – Kecomaster
Story Filler – BalloonPrincess

Shopping Trip 3

Arrogantly popping the last huge bite of the fat Frankenstein hot dog into her mouth, even stretched pretty wide, caused the Princess to make a mess of her face. An insanely thick mixture of relish, mustard, ketchup, and sauerkraut glopped onto her facial cheek before she closed her mouth and chewed what she managed to get inside with great gluttonous gusto. The colorful mess slid down along her facial cheek, along the jawline, and towards the chin before the Princess paused in her chewing and slathered up the mess with the surprising length of her tongue. Even with the mouthful, she was incredibly agile in gathering up the rampant glop and shoveling it into her mouth. The chewing eagerly resumed. Pure, unadulterated pleasure washed across her face which was highlighted by the rich rosy coloring of her cheeks was even brighter than when she took her first bite of the very first Frankenstein hot dog.

Having finished up her modest meal earlier, Squish had just sat there and watched as the Princess happily had bought hot dog after hot dog. It was as if the Princess was intent on sampling each selection twice before she thought about being satisfied. The raven-haired beauty had originally watched while working on her meal, but as the Princess continued, it became more of spectacle. Once she was done, Squish leaned back and slowly sipped her beverage, taking her time. As she got closer and closer to the bottom of her drink, it was evident the Princess was not even close to being done. So, Squish got a refill. At the moment of the mess the Princess made on her face, Squish had gotten a second refill and was about finished with that.

As the Princess happily chewed the last mouthful of the seemingly last hot dog she would buy today, Squish watched in quiet amusement as the Bremlin shifted her hefty weighted body in the chair. Apparently when the Princess blew herself up earlier, her body adjusted the air within to make her weight go up. How this happened was a mystery to Squish, but it was one of the things that kept the raven-haired girl hanging out with the Bremlin princess. Luckily, the iron wrought restaurant chair the food court bought was supposed to handle people of great weight and size. And this poor chair was working overtime to keep the Princess comfortable and still properly seated. Squish imagined the metal starting to wear out in key areas, perhaps along the welded seems, threatening to give way if the Princess did not get up within a short time. In this display of eating, the Princess seemed eager to redefine the word gluttony.

Speaking of gluttonous eating, Squish remembered a wonderful evening with the Princess in which both of the girls spend the time devouring a scrumptious sizeable spread of food. It was perhaps one of the most varied assortments Squish had seen. The Princess, around a mouth full of food, had mentioned that she ate like this quite often on her homeworld. Feasts and celebrations were held very frequently and at the drop of a hat. According to the Princess, her little sister, Burst Infinity, had to learn how to eat since her ability of expansion centered on food. This made Squish pause and the Princess expanded on this quite thoroughly. Burst was able to convert what she ate into mass for her body. The only problem was that the younger princess was always hungry. So, of the three Infinity sisters, Burst was the champ at eating with Loonia in second. Katrina, Loonia’s older sister, often ate sparingly.

“No wonder Katrina ate sparingly,” Squish had observed. “Between Burst and yourself, there probably wasn’t anything left. I’m surprised the kingdom didn’t starve.”

Waving that thought off with a fat drumstick, the Princess shook her head. “Not at all,” she explained. “The kingdom’s prosperity is linked to the size of the Queen. The bigger she is, the better the kingdom is, and the stronger the people are.”

“From what you have told me, your mother must be immense!” Squish whistled in awe to which Loonia nodded.

An ear-splitting screech brought Squish out of her daydreaming to reality as the Princess slid back in her chair, thunderous thighs spread and her dainty right hand resting on a silly pillow that was her tummy. Closing her expressive jade eyes, the Princess tossed her head back and let out a belch that would have startled Jabba the Hutt. The obnoxious blast lasted for a full minute, rattling tables and glass windows throughout the mall while sending people into an uproar. Many people who happened to be in the food court gave the diminutive Princess a rather nasty look, some offering comments about how vulgar and rude she was. Kids in tow with their mothers were giggling at the Princess, loving the fact she was so brazen with her display. And employees of the food court, especially Frankenstein, were acting busy rather quickly. At the end of the minute, the Princess patting the surface of her tummy which had deflated a good deal from all of that pressure leaving her so explosively.

“Wow … that was … something,” Squish managed to say through her right hand covering her mouth as the raven-haired girl giggled. “I think they heard you outside the mall.”

Still sitting there in her reclined position, the Princess smiled contently as her right hand continued to pat the surface of her tummy with a soft thump-thump sound. “Of course,” the Princess replied. “Best compliment to the workers at restaurant. They now know they have had the pleasure of satisfying my appetite.”

Squish, glancing over at Frankenstein, noticed the girl at the counter was ducking down and hiding from public view, perhaps hoping not to be included in this conversation or even keep what was left of her dignity. An evil thought popped into the raven-haired girl’s head. “I’m sure the girl over at Frankenstein appreciated that,” Squish pointed out innocently.

The Princess glanced over at the girl who was peeking over the counter’s top to see what was transpiring. Offering a bright smile and a hearty wave, the Bremlin offered her appreciation. “Thank you, darling!” the Princess shouted, sending the girl scurrying out of sight.

It would be a few minutes before the mall returned to a state of normality which was appreciated by the rest of the staff and customers within the building.

A soft sigh escaped Squish’s kissable lips as the raven-haired girl stand there in the food court. With her chin resting in her hands, her appearance made her look insanely cute while she savored the moment. Her right forefinger lightly tapped against the plump surface of her lips while her expressive eyes wandered about the mall’s interior. Glancing over at the Princess, Squish could tell the Bremlin was in a similar state, reclining back in the beleaguered chair while allowing her head to dangle over the back, the twin pigtails of lavender hair lightly shifting from the gentle gust of air from the mall’s air conditioners.

Stealing a glance over at the boys over at the fountain, Squish noticed they were chatting away as they too were finishing up their lunch. That made the raven-haired girl feel better to know they were staying out of trouble. What were they talking about? Squish couldn’t be sure, but she really didn’t care. What do boys talk about? Nothing that Squish thought would be interesting. Frowning at that thought, she wondered for a moment if she might be. She didn’t really feel like getting up and finding out, not at this peaceful moment of her day.

Suddenly, the Princess’s tapered ears perked through the tresses of her lavender hair. Her expressive emerald eyes snapped open a moment before the Bremlin sat up in her chair, startling Squish. The raven-haired girl raised an eyebrow as she watched her friend glance rather frantically around the food court as if searching for something.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Squish asked, frowning as she tried to zero in on what it is that got the Princess so stirred up. Looking about the food court, all she noticed right off were the boys still chatting, though looking a bit more animated than earlier. Outside of that, Squish saw nothing that she thought would have gotten the Princess’s attention.

Holding up a hand, Ironhead motioned for Keco to stop talking for a moment before shhing! his friend tightly. “Something’s up,” the rabbit said quietly, looking over towards the girls. Keco who had been talking paused and turned towards the table with slowly growing interest. “So, it would seem,” the black cat agreed.

Pushing her bare feet against the tiled floor, the Princess slid her chair back which brought forth another insanely loud squeal of metal, making Squish’s ears ache. The Bremlin’s lush and plush body jiggled within the confines of her meta-suit as she stood up and went into a forward motion, heading away from the table. Tup-tup sounded in the air as the Princess’s footfalls filled the air. People around the table where the Princess and Squish were seated paused in their own activities to watch for a moment, perhaps hoping the girls wouldn’t do anything else to disturb their meals. Heedless, the Princess raced forward as if possessed!

Frowning, Squish turned her head to follow the harried Princess’s path towards a little old man who was setting up a few large tanks of what the raven-haired girl guessed must be helium. The reason she was pretty sure that’s what the tanks contained was the gathering of bright, colorful ballooning tied on strings and hovering in a nearby cluster. Looking up from his work, the old man was understandably startled by the rapid approach of the Princess. Sliding to a stop, thanks to her bare feet, the Princess started chatting hurriedly with the old man.

“Uh oh!” Squish thought aloud who was now getting out of her chair and gathering up the trash from their meal. “I’d better get over there.” Taking a few moments to throw away the trash, Squish put the trays up on the rack and started over to where the old man and the Princess were.

By the time Squish arrived, the Princess had pulled out a fat leather pouch and had started to count out some gold coins. Two was in the old man’s shaking hand as he looked wide-eyed at the Princess. The Bremlin took a third coin out and placed it on top of the steadily growing stack while raising an eyebrow. It took a fourth gold coin before the old man nodded and wandered off.

“What was that all about?” Squish asked, frowning.

An evil smile crossed the Princess’s kissable lips as she took the hose from one of the canisters of helium.

Tossing the trash left over from his lunch into the nearby canister, Ironhead got up and started wandering towards the girls with Keco following close behind. Several times, the rabbit found himself shhing! the black cat. Ironhead did not want to disturb the girls as they started playing with what looked like a helium tank. Being the curious cat, Keco wanted to ask what the girls were up to, but Ironhead suspected he knew. The sounds of high pitched rushing air and fun-loving giggling filled the air, just making it clearer to the rabbit. However, with Keco following behind Ironhead, it wasn’t quite as clear to the black cat. At least, not yet.

When Ironhead came to a stop a dozen feet or so from the girls and the air tank, Ironhead just smiled bright. Keco peeked from behind the rabbit to see what had brought his friend to a stop. Loonia had the hose in her mouth and appeared to be sucking very deeply upon the nozzle. Her body squealed and stretched as she expanded bigger and bigger, blowing up just like a balloon. The helium seemed to go into her already ballooned breasts and wide load backside, both expanding rather excessively exaggerated sizes. With her expressive eyes closed, her kissable lips quirked into a delighted smile as the Princess grew bigger and bigger.

“So, this is why they call her the Balloon Princess,” Ironhead whispered to Keco who nodded with a bright smile.

“Yus,” replied the black cat.

The boys didn’t have to wait too long for things to slowly get out of hand which was the usual case when the Princess was involved. And neither the rabbit nor the black cat was disappointed. Doubling her previously inflated size, the Princess pinched off the hose and smiled wickedly to Squish who stood there in adoring rapture. With her hands clasped up against her full breasts, the raven haired girl’s expressive eyes widened. “Wow!” is all Squish could bring herself to say for the moment. However, nothing with said by the normally gregariously Bremlin, but the raven-haired girl took that as a sign to grab the hose from the Princess. That brought a surprised and alarmed squeal from the Princess. Placing the nozzle to her lips, Squish copied the actions taken earlier by the Princess. Amazingly, it appeared the Princess was not the only girl who was able to inflate. Squish blew up nice and big as well, her own body soaking up the helium, widening nicely through breast and backside, though the raven-haired girl let herself blow up just a bit bigger than the Princess. Noticing that fact, the Princess frowned slightly before snatching the hose from Squish and returning it to her lips. The end had a bit of Squish’s lipstick on it which delighted the Bremlin before the Princess resumed suckling on the nozzle. Soon, the Bremlin had gained a good deal more girth in both breast and backside, almost doubling what she previously was. This earned Squish a rather bemused and cocky expression from the Princess.

“Gimme that!” Squish shouted as the raven-haired girl lunged for the hose.

A smirk crossed Ironhead’s mouth as he reached out and fist-bumped Keco who also wore a rather delighted smile.

To BE Continued ...