Fusion Therapy - Part Three

 "The bubbly young blonde in the fifth row, you weren't afraid to jump the bidding a few steps were you."

The crowd murmurs and parts slightly, attempting as best as they can to make way for the young winner of the auction. From my low position in the stage, sloshing around in the large glass vessel, I can only see the front few rows and even then they're just heads.

It isn't until she reaches the stairs that I see the auction winner, the seemingly gargantuan blonde flouncing up the steps with an immensely giddy grin spread across her face though something seems off or vacant behind it all.

She stands a little taller than average, around five foot seven, even without the white heeled sandals strapped to her delicate feet. She's either in her early twenties or nearly at that point, her youthful energy exploding out with each bouncy and excited step. Her long sandy blonde hair shimmers in the spotlights as it dances between her shoulders, silky and straight after what must be quite a lot of maintenance.

Her complexion carries a subtle tan, her time spent outdoors showing through the light browning on her otherwise pale skin. Her eyes are wide and doll-like, each shiny like deep green emeralds as she stares at me hungrily. Her face is surprisingly rounded, big pinchable cheeks laden with puppy fat. The rest of her features are slight and delicate, carving a sweet and innocent expression that she just can't seem to shake.

Her body is squeezed into a white dress that ends a little north of the knee, a wide line carved out in the side to reveal her plush gropable thigh. The dress itself is perfectly crisp and white, the material thankfully having a little give for the poor girl that had been poured into it. Narrow straps hold it over her shoulders, a wide cavernous gap in the front revealing a mass of wobbling flesh that shakes with each of her enthusiastic steps.

Poured into the dress sounds right however, with the whole thing looking just ever so slightly to small for her. Her chest strains against the window that had been made for it, spilling over the top slightly and leaving an uncomfortable red mark. Her belly and waist appear to have similar difficulties, what had once been flat and taut now seeming to bulge slightly as it leaves unseemly folds and wrinkles in the material.

Her arms and legs are perfectly smooth, a layer of subtle soft fat resting mostly in her upper arms giving her an almost huggable appearance. However, if the clingy nature of the dress was any indication she had not always been this way.

"Well hello there Ms..." The salesman chimes, pausing to let the girl introduce herself. She'd be a fool to do so, naming yourself in an illegal event like this could only lead to trouble.

"Umm...oh, me?" She chirps, her voice squeaky and somewhat grating. She barely managed to pull herself away from staring at my slimy form, pivoting to the salesman with a slight bounce.

"I'm Chloe" she bleats, members of the audience shaking their heads at her naivete.

Her voice exudes vapid and dull vibes, the sort of person you saw in your classes at college who was just there to live the ''best years of your life' to their fullest. Looking into her eyes as she stares at the salesman only deepens this concern, her mouth hanging open slightly as her wide eyes practically scream that the lights are barely on inside.

"Lovely to meet you Chloe" the salesman says, smirking up at the crowd as he speaks to her in a mockingly slow manner that appears entirely lost in her. He shuffles his way over to me, looming above my wriggling form with chalice in hand.

"Wait...no...get away from..." I manage to blurt out, writhing in the trough as my faint ephemeral voice is largely drowned out by the crowd. I try my best to escape, to slide my gooey form over the sides of the glass vessel I was trapped in. However, the surface lacked any way for me to get traction as I find myself sliding down into the center with each and every attempt.

I scream as I feel the cold chalice swipe down at me, the lion's share of my form sinking neatly to the bottom of the large glass. For a moment some part of me hangs over the edge, my hopes rising as I make one last effort to surge over the side. However, these hopes are dashed as my vision is filled by the palm of a large masculine hand.

"Sorry folks" chuckles the salesman, pressing his hand down on me as I'm forced to conform to the large chalice. "Looks like Chloe here got a lively one."

The crowd laughs along with him, though through the clear walls of the cup I see Chloe merely standing in confusion and pouting slightly at the missed joke. She fidgets a little in place, playing with the rings in her slender fingers anxiously as she stares at the bright blue substance in the chalice. Her tongue snakes out of her mouth, not so subtly licking her soft pillowy lips in anticipation.

From my new angle I finally take notice of her hips and some of her behind, the movements of the salesman and the glass making it hard to keep track of where I'm looking.

Chloe's physique appears rather slim, almost willowy. Her hips are pop out gracefully, giving her almost an hourglass shape when viewed along with the shelf of wobbling flesh that rests on her chest. However, with the added pudge around her waist she appears more top-heavy than having the stunning proportions that she otherwise would have.

Her behind seems rather large from my perspective, only catching faint glimpses as I'm brought closer to her by the second. It's perky and thick, straining the dress behind her as she sways her hips and bounces in place.

"Here you go sweetheart" coos the salesman, passing the large cup to Chloe. Her face immediately switches from her anxious yet vacant expression to one of pure glee, her hands eagerly wrapping around the chalice as she takes it from the man.

I shiver and shake as she looks down at me, the tight high walls of the glass preventing me from even moving. She slowly begins to bring me to her plush lips, her waiting maw opening to the cheers of the crowd.

"Please! Don't!" I shriek, my slimy form shaking as the top of me jiggles slightly. For a moment she stops, pursing her lips slightly inches away from me as the gears in her head turn very slowly.

"Is he...it...um..." she begins to ask, trying to work out how to word just what she had wanted to ask.

"Don't worry you're pretty little head, he'll be fine" the salesman says, waving his hand dismissively. "Not that he has a choice but..." the salesman continues, pausing for a moment before smirking cruelly. "Oh don't worry, he's low-fat" he chuckles, the crowd soon following suit.

I feel a rush of hot air against my diminished body, the loud huff from Chloe's nostrils being enough to send ripples through my wriggling surface.

"I'm not fat" she grumbles under her breath, lifting the cup quickly to her lips as she begins to tilt her head back and slurp. Cheap beer hangs to her breath, the harsh stinging scent quickly permeating my oozing body and leaving me light-headed.

As I collect myself, trying to focus my mind, I feel part of m body slide into a dark warm space. Wet walls surround me, two fences of firm objects both above and below snagging and cutting at the slime I had become. The suction is intense, only growing stronger as I feel a soft set of warm pillows wrap around me.

The second I feel those lips constrict around what I would best describe as my waist I suddenly lurch deeper into Chloe's mouth. In an instant the light from the stage is snuffed out, her mouth slamming shut as she tries to swallow me whole.

Writhing and 'kicking' against the fleshy walls of the darkness I struggle to fight my way out. Soft frightened whimpers reverberate all around me, Chloe obviously struggling herself to finally do the deed.

"Come...surely...swallow..." chimes a muffled voice, the loud whimpering and the relatively thick walls of Chloe's cheeks keeping me from making it out.

Another aggressive huff of air rushes up through the back of the moist dank space, a part of me catching it as I feel myself partially splitting and rocketing up through a pair of tight crusty passages. Suddenly I'm met with the light from the stage again, my vision doubling as I find myself wobbling in two pieces.

The crowd roars with laughter, Chloe squealing through clenched teeth as she shrinks away at the uproarious chuckling at her expense. I'm lost as to where I am for a moment, however, all is made clear as I hear Chloe snort loudly. My split sections ripple for a moment, fighting the suction from her nose, before eventually being drawn back inside her nostrils and then into her mouth.

As I'm returned to a whole mass the back of her throat begins to open, her pallette and tongue forcing me back as she tilts her head. Anything she can to get me down and keep me down is employed, the undulating muscles in her throat finally catching me and dragging me down.

I feel stretched and distorted, pounded and hammered by wet and hot constricting walls. The cheers of the crowd grow louder as I slide down her slender neck, the faint light of my body likely telling them that Chloe had finally won.

I soon land in a cramped and foul-smelling space, my 'skin' searing and burning as it comes into contact with a mixture of beer and stomach acid. I howl for help, the walls of Chloe's stomach insulating my words well and silencing me to the rest of the world.

Before long, the heady mixture of alcohol and acid fumes begin to make me feel light-headed and dizzy. My mind begins to swim in the darkness, my body that I had been holding together tightness spreading out and filling the space completely as I lose more and more control over my oozing body.

Suddenly I feel myself standing up, my feet aching terrible and pinching sensations jabbing into my chest. I teeter slightly, feeling a headrush hit me like a semi-truck and my stomach churning like I am about to vomit everything from the past week.

I try to right myself, to hold my arms out for balance, however they simply don't respond.

"What the..." I think to myself, my thoughts struggling to reach the surface as I find myself suddenly in a mildly tipsy state. My head pounds and aches, the feeling being akin to having my brain squeezed into a space several times too small. Was it a stress headache? Not enough water?

"Oh my god" I find myself screaming, my lips moving on their own. The voice was all wrong, squeaky and high-pitched though certainly coming from me. "I just heard him!" cries the new voice once again, a pair of slender hands clamping over my mouth.

"I...where...wait!" I think, struggling for a moment to think straight. However, the moment I feel my hands rush to my face, my soft arms colliding with and squeezing the large bulbous mounds of fat on my chest it all begins to come back to me in waves.

"You...you...I can't believe you! Get me OUT OF HERE!" I scream internally, my shared face wincing at the noise.

"How do I get him to...um...be quiet?" Chloe whimpers, forcing us to look at the salesman.

"That's something you'll have to work out between the two of you" the man says, walking up behind us and placing his hand against the small of our back. Suddenly I'm staggering forwards, the man leading Chloe and myself to the short stairway leading up from the stage and down to the crowd.

"No, no! Make him take me out! I can't believe you fucking..." I shout inside our shared skull, feeling the pain of our pounding headache equally with the young woman that had decided to swallow me whole.

"Sorry...sorry...ouch just...ouch..." she whimpers quietly, stumbling down the stairs in her tall heels on uneasy legs. "Can you...just...just shut up until we...get...get home?" she asks nervously, our shared body tensing as she drunkenly braces for the pulsing pain inside our head once again.

As she reaches the crowd her eyes dart between the crowd and the exit, her heart racing as she partly revels in the attention but loathes the reason she was receiving it. I feel my chest jiggle and heave with each rushed mincing step, the thick fat that strains at the dress clinging to my body blocking practically all I could otherwise see of my new shared body. Chloe's arms clutch to her chest as she races towards the back door, the narrow weak limbs sinking into the voluminous flesh of her rack in an effort to reduce the jiggling.

My hips rock from side to side, a weirdly thick strand of fabric pulling in between my thick wobbling ass cheeks with each and every step.

"Thong?" I find myself thinking, the liquor coursing through Chloe's body quickly acting to dull my own mind.

"Yeah, it's..." Chloe responds automatically, pausing as she ducks her head down and picks up the pace with each passing stranger in the crowd.

Before long we erupt through the large doors at the back, the frigid night air quickly sobering up my mind somewhat. I find us looking out at the relatively deserted factory district, various cars scattered around in a random manner as though to avoid association.

Chloe clutches at her upper arms, rubbing her plush exposed skin as she tries to warm up.

"Why the hell are you dressed like this when..." I blurt out, my mind still swimming and struggling to focus post absorption.

"Shut up" Chloe whines through chattering teeth, her right hand reaching up to her chest before her fingers begin to route around in her cleavage. "I forgot it was tonight and..." she drunkenly blurts out, staggering out into the cold night air proper as she continues to fish around for something.

My mind reels as I feel my new slender fingers slide in between my tight sweaty cleavage, my pointed and painted nails lightly scratching the soft pliant flesh. As we reach the footpath I feel something solid touch my fingers, Chloe quickly grabbing hold of the object as she pulls the hot sweaty phone from between her breasts.

Tapping at the phone she quickly orders an Uber, swaying in place as she too feels the draining effects of us being melded together.

"You...you..." I murmur, my anger fading away to terror and dismay as what happens finally sinks in.

"Can we...we...just talk about this at...at home" Chloe mutters back, her voice quivering and her body shivering heavily in the cold winter air.

"No...no you need to...to..." I stammer back, trying my best to move yet finding myself entirely trapped inside a body under her control.

As a set of headlights turn into the street Chloe smirks with our shared pouty lips, waving for the driver and bouncing a little as she relishes showing off her chest.

"I don't need to do anything. No more classes, no more studying, just fun with you working for me" she coos, giggling to herself before shutting up in an effort to act like a normal drunk college student to the driver.