Unending BE: [episode 22337]

Unending BE - episode 22337

"It's tacky, but I like the subject." the woman said as she entered the room. "How much do you want for that end table over there?"

She was smartly dressed, in a leather coat and tight-fitting slacks that demanded attention. Jim loved her trim figure. They were more fun that way.

She pointed to a woman lying on her back with her elbows on the floor, holding up a piece of glass with her knees on one end and her breasts on the other. Of course, the woman was clear plastic, her boobs were comically huge, and the smile on her face was nothing but pure pleasure.

"Oh, that's not for sale." Jim said.

"What kind of store is this then? I can't even negotiate?"

"Some of my subjects are display only. Can I interest you in this lamp instead?"

"Her butt's too big."

Jim laughed, and said, "Well, if you see anything you're interested in, I'll be right back. Oh, and help yourself to the perfume in front, we're trying to get rid of it."

"Fine." The woman said snobbishly. Jim went to the back, where he could watch his victim and hope that she took the trap.

Sure enough, she sprayed herself with the packets on the front and rubbed her wrists with them. Jim smiled and locked the door with the remote. It clicked, but she didn't notice. Jim came out from the back again to talk to her.

"You know ma'am we do custom jobs as well. If you would like to become a subject yourself..."

"That's not funny. I'm here because I think that the female form is one of power and..."

She stops herself, feeling dizzy.

"Everything OK, miss?"

"Yes, yes, I'm just OooOOOOO!!"

Some of the stitches in her pants start to tear, but she is too lightheaded to look down and see what is happening to her.

"Wait here, I'll get you some water," Jim says, and instead, ducks behind the counter and starts mixing up the pond water he brought back from Sharon's little...change.

"I feel woozy...I have to sit down...."

"OK miss, just drink this and you'll be fine."

"Something soft, comfortable...to watch TV with..." She still spins as Jim takes her by the hand and walks her over to a chair. The button on slacks pop out as she sits down. Jim hands her a pitcher of something.

"Oh, I'm thirsty"

"Yes you are. Now drink. You'll feel so much better."

"You don't have glasses...?"

"Sorry."

Sheepishly, the woman takes the one gallon pitcher and tries to sip as Jim holds the pitcher up for her. She starts drinking more and more, eventually grabbing it herself. Jim gets up and closes the blinds in the front. When he comes back, he can hear the ripping and popping noises coming from the chair as the woman is now greedily slurping, with bulges of fat pushing out from the legs. Jim goes to mix another pitcher.

The woman twitches her hips and rips the seat of her pants, sending a domino effect down her leg, popping it out. She finishes the first pitcher and looks up at Jim.

"Boy, I didn't know I was so thirsty, I just feel so strange...oh, there's more water? Do you mind if I..."

Jim hands it to her and she doesn't even finish the sentence before she is slurping the liquid again. Her belly now starts to peep out from the bottom of her shirt just a little bit. By the time she finishes, Jim can see her belly button and he brushes his hand against it.

"Stop it!! Can't you see I'm sick?!" Her muffled voice says from within the pitcher. "I'm still..."

Glancing down at her new belly and hips, she screams and jumps out of from the couch, stumbling as she lands on her feet. She's still dizzy, but a little more healthy. "What's happening to me?! Call an ambulance!" Jim rushes over to phone and dials 388. Which of course, does nothing. He fakes the call while making some more of his...water.

The woman staggers back to the couch, tugging on her pants and clutching her stomach. "ooo, I feel so thirsty..." and within moments, Jim is back with the water. She can't stop focusing on her thirst, and keeps drinking.

"So what's your name?"

"Sarah"

"Well, Sarah, just stay calm, we'll have help in a minute. Maybe you're dehydrated."

"Been shopping all day (chug) should just drink water."

Meanwhile the tearing and popping continued, her pants ripping free from her pants. Jim made sure the next pitcher was ready before she could look down, just to keep the flow going. She took it without hesitation, drinking and drinking, eventually not saying a word...and all of it went straight to her hips.

Eventually, Jim got bored with the pitcher, and just shoved a hose in her mouth. She took it gladly, even though by then her butt must have been the size of a 180 pound woman. The rest of her body stayed the same as Jim filled her up.

Her ass began growing over the sides of the chair and up the back of it. Her crack ran through the middle. As she shifted her weight, it strained and creaked. Still she swallowed more and more greedily. With her lower body completely exposed, she moved her hands over to her vagina and began masturbating. Jim flipped the store sign to "closed"

The chair snapped, dumping Sarah off onto the floor, rolling around her huge butt. The hose falls out of her mouth and she says nothing, just puts it back in and keeps swallowing. Her butt gets bigger and bigger, so huge that she can't sit on it. The two round beanbags are at least three feet in diameter each, and at least 700 pounds. They smack together, filled with the water that is quickly becoming fat inside her body. Jim stops the hose as the woman moans, smiling. Jim rolls her over onto her stomach, where both of her hands are busy giving herself the orgasm of her life. By now each half of her massive bottom forms a perfect half-circle, beginning at her back and going all the way down to her legs. Jim gives her a kiss and she puts her hands beneath her chin, looks up smiling. Then she freezes forever in that state. Sarah had become a couch.

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Thu Dec 18 02:53:27 2003

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