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Things. Get. Squishy!!!

This drawing is part of a writing collab with venusderubens .

Flabbergasted! - Part SevenPart 7 All sense of skepticism had left the building. For Cat and Robbin, ghosts were now very much a reality. The quest was: what were they supposed to do about it? Robbin’s outright attack had been an abject failure, and Cat couldn’t seem to think of an effective method of escape. The ghost didn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt them, she was, however, staying within arm’s length . “You know, in life,” she said, “I lived to critique the fine and well-pedigreed. I wrote articles that erased acclaimed restaurants from public memory or promoted the obscure into the airs of Michelin stars. “But I think you two prefer empty calories to filet mignon, am I right?” Her hand brushed Cat’s face, making her shiver from the sensation left behind. With a snap of her fingers, an overwhelming smell of warm chocolate started to fill the room. “And nothing says ‘empty calories’ and ‘Halloween’ quite like enough chocolate to bury a pharaoh.” Before either of them could so much as breathe, let alone ask a question, the ghost’s hands clapped to their mouths. But where her touch had been tingly before, it now felt cool against their skin. Cat squealed when she felt herself lifted up off the ground, and a quick glance to Robbin revealed that she was in a similar situation. She tried to kick her legs out to get herself free. The lack of traction just left her swaying for a moment as the ghost looked back at her with a smirk. “Trust me, this will be much better if you just relax, take a breath… and remember to swallow.” Any clarification on what the specter meant by that was soon rendered irrelevant when a rush of melted chocolate poured into both girls. Robbin groaned as chocolate flooded from the ghost’s hand, the taste and aroma filling her brain almost as effective as it filled her stomach. It was too rich and heavy, like hot cocoa that had gotten too thick. She reached up feebly, but her arms fell toward her sides as more warm chocolate rushed down her throat. She regretted still wearing her hoodie. Cat handled the situation with less grace, still trying to thrash with her legs and swipe at the ghost’s arm with her hands, all to no avail. And it wasn’t long before she felt her belly begin to bloat, swelling as what had to be an entire Halloween’s worth of chocolate cascaded into her guts. She groaned, and her thrashing began to falter as the pressure mounted, her hands going to her middle and shuddering when she felt the bulge that was building there. In only a few seconds, both were feeling stuffed full, filled as they were with the equivalent of the most successful trick-or-treat night in Halloween history. And yet the ghost fed them more chocolate. Robbin’s hoodie and shirt were starting to rise up with the growing swell of her stomach, while the buttons of Cat’s shirt strained to keep itself closed. Tellingly, they were starting to feel shifts in other spots now as well. For Robbin, the waistband of her jeans was starting to press in more than it should, far enough away from her stomach that she couldn’t put it off as just being stuffed. Her hands came up, like Cat’s, to rub her bloating belly and found a pinch of softness around her belly button that hadn’t been there before. Each chug of the sweet, heavy river of chocolate gave her more for her fingers to push in against. Cat’s problem was the one she’d been dealing with ever since puberty - anyone who got a glimpse of her from the waist down could tell when she put on any extra weight around her hips, thighs, and especially her butt. The only way to mitigate that was to keep her weight down, and when it’d flared up a few times - Freshman 15, starting an office job, the quarantine - she had to make sure her fat jeans were on hand for risk of splitting her normal ones at the seams. So where she’d started to relax, just a bit, her protests and wiggling returned full force when she felt her backside start to fill the breathing room in her jeans. “Easy, easy,” the ghost chided her, even as Cat’s swelling spread to her hips and down to her thighs like bread dough in a mold. She kicked again and whined when the pinch along her thighs grew to be too much to let her easily move her legs. Lovehandles starting to sprout along her sides and over her waistband, starting to push her relatively narrow waist northward, while her thighs pressed together rather than brushed, as they would do at their widest point, all contributed to her whines getting louder. While relatively calmer than her girlfriend, Robbin was still groaning at the pressure and sheer weight of chocolate in her belly now. And, like Cat, its effects would only magnify as she drank down more and more of it. Her figure had less obvious distinctions and more a general rounding effect that was making everything between her ribs and upper thighs soften and swell out. A ribbon of smooth pudge was now visible between her jeans and her shirt, the latter passing her deepened belly button just as her button burst off from her pants. That milestone seemed to be one the ghost put some stock in, even though Cat’s was still barely hanging on against her pudgy hips. The flow of chocolate came to a sudden stop, leaving both gasping for air as the ghost pulled her fingers away. Cat and Robbin floated down to the floor, more gently than Cat expected, but the weight of their stuffing and the fat that had collected from it was unsettling enough to make her stagger until she caught herself on Robbin. “Mmm, not bad…” The ghost murmured, circling the humans and admiring her work . “A little stuffed, I imagine, but not quite the thing to make you really blow up. I don’t want you to fill up too much before getting to your favorites though.” Cat clapped her hand to her mouth to muffle a gurgling burp, her arm wrapped around Robbin’s softened waist. Or rather, where her waist had been, as just about any inward curve had been filled in by first the gorging she’d been subjected to, and then the fat that resulted. A warm, taunting laugh brought her attention back to the ghost, however, just in time to feel a finger jab her in her most padded asset. “And my my, if you thought things were bad here before!” The ghost smirked.

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Title Page

Things. Get. Squishy!!!

This drawing is part of a writing collab with venusderubens .

Flabbergasted! - Part SevenPart 7 All sense of skepticism had left the building. For Cat and Robbin, ghosts were now very much a reality. The quest was: what were they supposed to do about it? Robbin’s outright attack had been an abject failure, and Cat couldn’t seem to think of an effective method of escape. The ghost didn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt them, she was, however, staying within arm’s length . “You know, in life,” she said, “I lived to critique the fine and well-pedigreed. I wrote articles that erased acclaimed restaurants from public memory or promoted the obscure into the airs of Michelin stars. “But I think you two prefer empty calories to filet mignon, am I right?” Her hand brushed Cat’s face, making her shiver from the sensation left behind. With a snap of her fingers, an overwhelming smell of warm chocolate started to fill the room. “And nothing says ‘empty calories’ and ‘Halloween’ quite like enough chocolate to bury a pharaoh.” Before either of them could so much as breathe, let alone ask a question, the ghost’s hands clapped to their mouths. But where her touch had been tingly before, it now felt cool against their skin. Cat squealed when she felt herself lifted up off the ground, and a quick glance to Robbin revealed that she was in a similar situation. She tried to kick her legs out to get herself free. The lack of traction just left her swaying for a moment as the ghost looked back at her with a smirk. “Trust me, this will be much better if you just relax, take a breath… and remember to swallow.” Any clarification on what the specter meant by that was soon rendered irrelevant when a rush of melted chocolate poured into both girls. Robbin groaned as chocolate flooded from the ghost’s hand, the taste and aroma filling her brain almost as effective as it filled her stomach. It was too rich and heavy, like hot cocoa that had gotten too thick. She reached up feebly, but her arms fell toward her sides as more warm chocolate rushed down her throat. She regretted still wearing her hoodie. Cat handled the situation with less grace, still trying to thrash with her legs and swipe at the ghost’s arm with her hands, all to no avail. And it wasn’t long before she felt her belly begin to bloat, swelling as what had to be an entire Halloween’s worth of chocolate cascaded into her guts. She groaned, and her thrashing began to falter as the pressure mounted, her hands going to her middle and shuddering when she felt the bulge that was building there. In only a few seconds, both were feeling stuffed full, filled as they were with the equivalent of the most successful trick-or-treat night in Halloween history. And yet the ghost fed them more chocolate. Robbin’s hoodie and shirt were starting to rise up with the growing swell of her stomach, while the buttons of Cat’s shirt strained to keep itself closed. Tellingly, they were starting to feel shifts in other spots now as well. For Robbin, the waistband of her jeans was starting to press in more than it should, far enough away from her stomach that she couldn’t put it off as just being stuffed. Her hands came up, like Cat’s, to rub her bloating belly and found a pinch of softness around her belly button that hadn’t been there before. Each chug of the sweet, heavy river of chocolate gave her more for her fingers to push in against. Cat’s problem was the one she’d been dealing with ever since puberty - anyone who got a glimpse of her from the waist down could tell when she put on any extra weight around her hips, thighs, and especially her butt. The only way to mitigate that was to keep her weight down, and when it’d flared up a few times - Freshman 15, starting an office job, the quarantine - she had to make sure her fat jeans were on hand for risk of splitting her normal ones at the seams. So where she’d started to relax, just a bit, her protests and wiggling returned full force when she felt her backside start to fill the breathing room in her jeans. “Easy, easy,” the ghost chided her, even as Cat’s swelling spread to her hips and down to her thighs like bread dough in a mold. She kicked again and whined when the pinch along her thighs grew to be too much to let her easily move her legs. Lovehandles starting to sprout along her sides and over her waistband, starting to push her relatively narrow waist northward, while her thighs pressed together rather than brushed, as they would do at their widest point, all contributed to her whines getting louder. While relatively calmer than her girlfriend, Robbin was still groaning at the pressure and sheer weight of chocolate in her belly now. And, like Cat, its effects would only magnify as she drank down more and more of it. Her figure had less obvious distinctions and more a general rounding effect that was making everything between her ribs and upper thighs soften and swell out. A ribbon of smooth pudge was now visible between her jeans and her shirt, the latter passing her deepened belly button just as her button burst off from her pants. That milestone seemed to be one the ghost put some stock in, even though Cat’s was still barely hanging on against her pudgy hips. The flow of chocolate came to a sudden stop, leaving both gasping for air as the ghost pulled her fingers away. Cat and Robbin floated down to the floor, more gently than Cat expected, but the weight of their stuffing and the fat that had collected from it was unsettling enough to make her stagger until she caught herself on Robbin. “Mmm, not bad…” The ghost murmured, circling the humans and admiring her work . “A little stuffed, I imagine, but not quite the thing to make you really blow up. I don’t want you to fill up too much before getting to your favorites though.” Cat clapped her hand to her mouth to muffle a gurgling burp, her arm wrapped around Robbin’s softened waist. Or rather, where her waist had been, as just about any inward curve had been filled in by first the gorging she’d been subjected to, and then the fat that resulted. A warm, taunting laugh brought her attention back to the ghost, however, just in time to feel a finger jab her in her most padded asset. “And my my, if you thought things were bad here before!” The ghost smirked.