Edible Essence - Part Ten

"So Sage, darling..." the redhead coos, the way she says darling sending my heart aflutter. "Why don't you take a seat and let those kick in, I'll work out dinner for the two of us" she urges, leaning down to plant a kiss on my lips as her tongue eagerly slips past the pillow cushions and into my mouth. I can't help but moan as she pulls me close, my breasts squishing against her chest as a dreadful heat builds inside my panties.

She soon breaks the kiss, leaving me panting desperately for more affection and attention. "It's the least I can do for my little breadwinner." she chuckles, stroking my cheek as I watch as a sliver of essence wriggles up her nose.

I let out a gasp, watching as the mauve and silvery strand worms up her nostril. Reaching up to my face I realize the lack of pressure inside my sinus, the sneaky little thing having snuck out mid-kiss. Michelle doesn't seem to notice though, merely flaring her nostril as though about to sniffle and sneeze as the tail end of the thing slithers up.

She reaches up, rubbing her nose a little before cocking an eyebrow.

"You okay babe?" she asks, taking my hand as her thumb traces little circles around it. "Come on, let's just sit for a second and..." she begins to coo softly, her eye twitching as she pauses.

Swallowing hard she shifts in place, rolling her shoulders and shuffling awkwardly as her free hand is pressed to her stomach. Her face grows pale before shifting to a sickened green, a subtle purple glow building in her cheeks as she races to the sink.

Dry heaving into the basin she tries to throw up whatever was causing the nausea wracking her body. I watch in horror as the purple glow grows beneath her skin, Michelle's cheeks slowly bubbling outwards as her chin soon grows a dense and flabby neighbor beneath her face. With each shudder, with every hacking cough, her body seems to balloon with a dense layer of fat.

"Reminds me of..." mutters the husky voice in my head, failing to finish her sentence as her voice ends with a loud and painful pop.

Michelle, thankfully, doesn't seem to notice the mounting bulge around her body. Her belly soon distends out, hanging over jeans as her thighs tear the fabric of both the denim and the tights underneath. The jacket, once several sizes too large, soon begins to fit her bloated figure as her arms begin to expand and fill of once loose sleeves.

The whole world around her seems to shimmer, the air seeming to warp and wave like a mirage. The walls of the apartment soon follow suit, the wooden walls creaking as they seem to flex out and away from what is happening by the sink.

With a brief moment of confusion I watch as her nose snaps, the bend in the bridge smoothing out before suddenly the mounting pressure around her seems to collapse. In an instant she's gone, the whale of a redhead disappearing in a flash as the walls snap back into place.

As the air clears, the pressure and buzzing in the room fading, I feel my heart leap into my throat.

"Michelle..." I squeak, looking around the apartment as I'm met with simply the sound of the TV. "Honey?..."

No response comes through the halls, with the sound of the heavy snow pelting the window soon being all that I can hear over the soothing voice in the nature documentary. The lights leading to the bedroom and study are off, with just the kitchen and living space illuminated by one soft warm light.

Suddenly I notice my vision is blurred, the glasses Michelle had placed on my face having vanished back to the coffee table where she had found them.

"What the... fuck..." I wheeze, taking a few steps back as my head begins to pound again.

"Where'd the redhead go?" muses the bright and bubbly voice, "That's... impossible right?" the husky one soon follows.

As I stumble back I feel my leg hit the box on the table, the light package tumbling to the floor and causing me to jump with fright. My mammoth bust and thick ass jiggle and bounce wildly beneath my loose dress, my jewelry jostling along with them as I collapse to the side and inside the luscious expensive sofa.

I sip for a moment slack jawed, my head in my hands as I feel my chest sway and swing beneath me. I wince a little, feeling the skin containing my heavy hangers ache as my lower back throbs in kind.

"What the fuck just happened?" I splutter, my eyes darting to the kitchen as I look in vain for Michelle. "Is she... Did the essence just make.." I whimper, wracking my brain as I try to think of an answer to where she could have gone.

Nibbling at my lip I quickly begin to piece things together, the powerful synapses inside my skull firing on all cylinders through the migraine. Suddenly it hits me, my eyes going wide as I look up with wide eyes.

"Reality just changed..." I mutter, wiping my gray and black hairs from my face. "She's gone because... I never asked her to live with me?" I muse, trying to think of not how she was gone but why.

Had I just not been interested any more? Maybe the opportunity to ask her was lost for some reason? I find myself focusing on her nose, the last snap back to it's original and undamaged state. Her life had changed in some other way as well, not just her weight and her living with me, but I had no way of working out how.

"Shit..." I moan, slumping against the arm rest as I fall limp in a depressive state. "I fucked up..." I muse with a sigh, burying my face in the crook of my arm with a loud and muffled groan.

As I sit in darkness, blocking my eyes with my arm, I slowly feel my headache die down. By the time the episode of the nature documentary is over I feel much more like my normal self, or at least as normal as I can feel with the essence of four people rattling about inside my youthful and overly curvy goth form.

Slowly but surely I sit up, groaning and grumbling as I feel the hefty weights swaying and jostle on my chest. 

"Stupid fucking..." I whimper, squeezing the head-sized mounds that overflow the sides of my chest between my arms. "Not worth losing..." I begin to sigh, looking up as my eyes fall on the box laying on the floor.

"You didn't change huh?" I mutter, curiosity gripping me as I shuffle in my seat. "Guess you weren't for her then... or maybe you were and you'll vanish once I..." I muse, reaching out and grabbing the light box.

To my surprise it stays solid, no warping or snapping as reality quickly changes to a revised form. Bringing it up to my lap I pull at the tape holding it close, my eyes going wide and my cheeks burning with a deep blush as I spy what lays inside.

Sitting folded neatly at the bottom of the box rests a set of sheer panties and bra lingerie set the large cups and relative wide set of underwear seeming sized to my exact measurements. The mauve color sends shivers down my spine, the shade acting as a reminder of what had slithered into Michelle without her noticing.

Reaching in I pull out the panties, my heart skipping a beat as I stare at the see-through purple panties. Hand-stitched lacy lines the edges, swirling into cute and delicate designed flowers and vines. A length of mauve silky material covers the crotch, providing just a hint of modesty or perhaps a bit of mystery for the observer.

A set of straps criss-cross between the two, forming a star over where my flat belly would rest. Small brass buckles rest on two of the straps, giving everything a bit of adaptability to ensure it'd all be a tight fit.

The bra lacks much in the way of modesty, the sheer and transparent cups only made solid by further cutesy floral stitching. The straps are silky and downright pleasurable to the touch, a set of small brass hooks sitting at the back that appear hand-sewn in.

"Holy shit..." I mutter, my eyes darting over the set.

"Beautiful..." the husky voice coos sadly, "I wish I could fit in someth..."

"O-M-G I need to wear these next time I'm at..." interrupts the bubbly voice, both popping in my skull with a loud hiss.

I nervously nibble at my lip, ribbing my thighs together as I stare longingly at the lavish set of underwear. Suddenly I stand up, placing it down as I quickly start pulling the chains and homemade necklaces over my head.

I need to try it one, the desperate craving to feel pretty in the purple clothing overwhelming me from some unseen force. I hastily slither out of the long dark dress, throwing it haphazardly across the room as I feel the cold air around me leave my thick hard nipples standing almost painfully erect. Looking down I'm met with the sight of my bare chest, the massive perky chest mirroring my pale skin while my nipples almost glow pink in comparison.

With on hand I inch down the plain set of black panties between my legs, peeling the fabric from between my fat ass cheeks before shimmying out of them. As I shuffle to get rid of the cheap underwear I cup my chest, my fingers sinking deeply into the soft and supple flesh. Pouting I find it far less satisfying then my memory of Michelle teasing them, a low whimper escaping my lips as I try to reach the same heights by tweaking my sensitive nipples.

Leaning over, my chest hanging down and nearly pulling me to the floor, I grab the sheer panties as the bra comes up along with them. With my heart hammering in my chest I slide the intoxicatingly soft material up my slender legs, the fit feeling perfect as I tug and pull the waistband up and over my bulbous ass. With just a little fidgeting I let out a moaning shudder, the sensation of the satin against my wet and overly sensitive mound sending shivers up my spine.

"Holy shit..." I whimper, reaching down to rub my pussy through the satin as my knees shake. I can feel the fabric quickly form a moist spot, the quivering drooling slit between my legs begging for more attention.

With short gasping breathes I grab the bra, lifting it up and sliding the straps up my arms and over my shoulders.  My chest looks devilishly good in the bra, the large areolas and rock hard nipples on full display beneath the transparent mesh. My lip quivers with each movement, the smooth material stimulating the pleasurable nubs as it compresses them. I quickly find myself hooking it up, the bra lifting my chest even more into a massive shelf of overly generous flesh.

With one final fiddle I tighten the straps  over my stomach, making the fit contour to me perfectly.

 

My legs shake as I stand in the living room, my hands gently dancing over my painfully aroused body. I needed to find some relief, to let out the teenage hormones that Michelle had set ablaze inside of me.

As I turn to head to the bed room, eager to see myself in the mirror before working out how to handle my sensitive new assets, I hear a knock at the door. My heart jumps in my chest, a panic setting in as I spin in place and rush towards the entrance to my apartment.

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