Erika was almost too excited to stay still as she rang the doorbell, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she eagerly waited for the owner of the house to let her in. The invitation had come out of nowhere, from a fellow artist who had mentioned seeing Erika's exhibit at the local art museum, and wanted to speak to her about it. The young woman believed in finding inspiration anywhere, and this felt like a perfect opportunity to hear a unique view on her work that could give her ideas on where to take it next. More than that, Erika simply loved art, and jumped at nearly any opportunity that came up giving her an excuse to talk about it.
Erika's waiting was rewarded as the door opened, and the plain-faced brunette behind it came into view. The visiting woman took a quick look behind her host, but all of the visible furnishings she could see were incredibly dull, as if put there specifically to sap the interest of passersby, and she turned back to the woman before her.
"Ah, Erika! I'm so glad you could make it! Please, come in!" The woman directed Erika into the house with a flourish, placing a hand between her shoulder blades and pushing her inside at an enthusiastic pace that even Erika's long-legged stride stumbled a bit trying to match. Good-natured compliments and greetings flowed exuberantly from the brunette, whose vibrant voice and expression contrasted greatly with her plain white blouse and businesslike gray slacks.
"I just love your hair, too! It fits you so well!" Erika's slender hand went up to her shoulder-length hair briefly in unconscious response to the appraisal. Naturally black, Erika had dyed it a deep purple some time ago, partially in an attempt to make an image for herself, partially because she just liked the color.
The woman continued on through the rest of her visitor's features in her appraisal. Erika's blue eyes, her full, red lips, even the curviness of her form brought on by the swell of her chest and hips didn't escape comment as the brunette rattled on. Suddenly, the talking halted as a look of realization crossed the woman's face.
"Oh, I completely forgot to introduce myself! My name is Dorothy Crauver. Sorry, the other times I came into the narrative, it never really got brought up." Erika stopped for a moment, confused by that last comment, but Dorothy kept her moving, leading her into the kitchen. Just as the brunette was about to follow, she stopped, looking as if she suddenly heard something.
"Hmmm, I have to take care of something real quick. If you want a little something to eat, help yourself. I'll be back in a couple minutes." With that, Dorothy strode out of sight, leaving Erika in the clean, elegant kitchen. Still baffled by her host's comments, the purple-haired young woman examined the room, the first few things she came across being jars of peanut butter and jelly and a loaf of bread, undoubtedly left there for her.
Simple as they were, Erika rather enjoyed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and she didn't want to impose on this still nearly total stranger by fixing anything fancier. So, she casually put together the sandwich, noting as she did that the kitchen was more interesting to look at than any of the house she had seen up until then. The floors and counters were made of similar dark marble, which Erika could almost swear she saw designs and patterns swirling about itside of if she looked at them carefully.
The white walls held several paintings, a couple of which were landscapes of strange, unearthly vistas. Even more bizarre, numerous paintings were of what seemed to be women, some with massive breasts and rear ends, others had several breasts and nipples, which were either oddly placed, cartoonishly shaped, or even both; one that drew her attention for a moment showed numerous massive red boobs forming what looked like a human-sized raspberry with a woman's head topping it. So this was the art that this woman produced? Erika was unsettled, but eventually decided to stay anyway, figuring that the disturbing subject matter didn't really change the possibility that Dorothy might have some helpful insights for her.
"Do you like my work?" Erika jumped slightly at the voice, but recovered and moved to look at the returned Dorothy. The brunette was grinning like she knew some amusing secret, but her enthusiasm came back before Erika could respond, keeping her from thinking on it any further.
"Sorry about the wait there, helping some nice girl with something about chocolate, but that's a whole other story entirely. Now sit down, enjoy that sandwich, and let's talk!" Erika did so, pulling out a chair from the nearby table and setting herself down in it as Dorothy did the same.
"Now, I really love your work, I have to say that right off." Erika listened as she munched on the sandwich, swirling around in her mouth the extra jelly that oozed out from it. The grape-flavored spread seemed to fill her mouth with every bite, and Erika briefly wondered if she really put it on that thick when she made the sandwich.
"The things you do with simple fruit in your paintings is just magnificent. Such interesting forms, I'd almost say you should be the one designing the world's fruit for real. You probably still could actually, I don't think that any actual fruits of this continuity have been described yet." Erika didn't completely catch that last aside, with half of the last corner of the sandwich held in her teeth dribbling jelly in her mouth seemingly endlessly, the purple-haired woman having to swallow several times to keep it from overflowing. Not wanting to present the embarrassing image of herself drooling jelly in front of her hospitable and complimentary, albeit eccentric host, Erika simply swallowed the rest of the sandwich.
"I really think your work mirrors my own, don't you think?" Erika was a bit distracted as the remains of the sandwich settled into her stomach, soon followed by a strange cool, full feeling. Suddenly realizing she was being asked a question that wasn't just a rhetorical one, Erika straightened up in her seat.
"Well, I guess so. There are definitely some... creative ideas behind these paintings of yours." Dorothy chuckled, head shaking slowly and just barely perceptibly.
"Oh no, I didn't paint these; I had people with much more talent in the art of drawing images deal with that." The chilled feeling in Erika's stomach began to spread from her stomach, down toward her rear end, and up through her chest, all the way to her lips. "I had all of these pictures painted of real girls, after I turned them into what you've just seen."
After feeling a chill run through her entire being at the woman's words, Erika felt it settle in her lips, which began to feel oddly heavier. She looked down, and gasped in shock as she found her lips twice as thick as usual, continuing to swell slowly as they began to take on a purple tint. Her cartoonish purple lips wobbled slightly with every breath she took, and jiggled even more when she whirled around to face Dorothy. Suddenly, Erika felt her saliva start to thicken, and then take on a flavor that had become very familiar over the past few minutes. It dawned on the woman what was happening to her, though it seemed so ridiculous that she could only just force herself to say it.
"You're... filling me... with jelly?!" Dorothy chuckled good-naturedly, watching Erika's predicament unfold with obvious amusement.
"You seem to be taking this fairly well; the other characters in this series didn't even have any coherent dialogue so soon after realizing something was happening to them." Again Erika had to mostly brush off what Dorothy said, as the cold feeling was starting to settle in her breasts, and she could feel them start to throb as the jelly started to pump into them.
Erika looked on helplessly as her breasts bloated further out with each passing second, the twin mounds wobbling more and more as they filled with jelly. At the rate of their growth, it wasn't long before they began to stretch her lacy black bra, and then press against her purple blouse.
With a 'Snap!', Erika was momentarily roused from her shocked staring, realizing belatedly that her bra had given out. After a couple moments, the lacy number fell from its position and out of the open bottom of her shirt, revealing that her nipples, once small and dainty, were now thumb-sized, jabbing through her top prominently.
Moments later, Erika's blouse started to become stretched out as well. The purple-haired artist groaned softly as the cloth grew more restricting and harshly tight around her swelling boobs, but a small comfort came when a slight feeling of relief came over her nipples. However, Erika was quickly shaken from that when she felt cold liquid against her skin. She looked down, gasping as she found dark stains in her purple blouse surrounding her massive nipples.
With a series of loud rips, Erika's blouse gave way under the insistence of her overfilling boobs, which promptly billowed out into the new space available to them. Her newly-bared breasts were tinged purple from the jelly filling them, and quivered slightly every couple seconds as a little more of the grape-flavored confection poured in. Despite the new freedom, though, the purple-haired artist felt pressure building behind her nipples again, and groaned a bit as it steadily intensified.
Erika could almost feel the pores of her nipples stretching as they prepared to let out particularly thick fluids, bombarding her with pleasurable sensations and leaving her gasping and moaning as her nipples began to slowly release their bounty. Thick purple jelly welled from the woman's engorged nipples, building up on them as it oozed out of her, until it fell away in globs when it became too heavy to cling to her boobs anymore. Erika could only sit there, panting and red-faced, when it finally struck her how wrong the situation was: her breasts and lips were being filled with jelly, and, on top of that, it was forcing its way out of her nipples!
"This is wrong," Erika finally gasped out, "I gotta get out of here!" She got up from her seat, causing her boobs to jiggle about madly from the motion, hurling a glob of jelly still hanging from a nipple into her face. Letting the projectile remind her of just what waited for her where she was, Erika started towards the door.
She didn't get far though, as her thighs and rear end were beginning to fill with jelly as well, and her now thicker legs changed her balance to the point that running, especially in her black heels, just wasn't an option. She stumbled, falling forward onto her hands and knees, berating herself for not noticing the cool feeling settle in her lower body the entire way down. Her black skirt settled over her upthrust butt, but with the swelling that had gone unnoticed up to now, the once knee length garment now only reached to halfway down her thighs, and was inching upward by the second.
Erika could feel the cool, thick jelly filling her thighs and ass, just like it was still doing to her breasts, which were still swelling in an apparent attempt to reach the floor. Her skirt continued to rise, revealing more of her now purple-tinged skin as it grew dangerously close to revealing more private areas. After several moments, the once spacious skirt was stretched tight over her pillowy rear, the basketball-sized cheeks threatening to rip the garment apart.
'Shrip!' The skirt was violently torn asunder, allowing Erika's bloating ass to jiggle out of its once confining grip, leaving it clad only in black lace panties, perfectly matching her late bra. The young woman looked back at her butt, shocked dismay flooding her at the enormity of the jelly-filled globes. Her ass and hips jutted from her still-slim waist like an explosion of flesh, the twin wobbling spheres easily as large as the rest of her torso.
Erika gasped as her breasts had finally grown large enough to reach the floor, her nipples growing hard as they pressed against the cold marble. The distraction from the rapid growth of her ass reminded Erika of the feelings coming from the jelly being forcibly expelled from her, and for a moment she lost herself again in the oddly pleasurable sensations as the thick, slippery goo oozed from her nipples to squish against the floor. Erika's plushy thighs ground together as she moaned out her body's response to what was happening to it, and her pussy quickly started flooding with a cool wetness.
The artist's attention went immediately back to her lower half as her underwear gave up covering her with a snap, the force of the panties being flung away sending her butt into a frantic wobbling fit. A sudden pressure in her groin caused Erika to switch the target of her attention to it, and even after everything that was happening to her, she gasped in shock.
Her lower lips had become tinged purple from an inner supply of grape jelly as well; however, their sheer size was what was really shocking. Her nether lips were individually as wide as her hand, and jutted straight out from her about half as far. Globs of jelly constantly dribbled from her pussy, hitting the dark floor with a series of wet 'splat's, sending a shiver of pleasure through Erika's entire body with each blob that pushed its way out of her.
"Mmm, another successful experiment; I love it." Erika looked up at Dorothy, who was grinning down at her with a satisfied air. "So, how is it, Erika? It's gotta feel good; I designed the whole transformation to, after all." Erika was preparing to speak, but at that very moment, her mouth began to fill with jelly again. She tried to push the offending confection out of her mouth, but her plump lips made it a slower process than it would have been otherwise. She considered swallowing it, but after some thought, she decided that doing so would more than likely make things worse.
"Aw, are you not having fun?" For the first time, Dorothy seemed slightly dissapointed, and got up from her chair, walking over to her immobilized, jelly-filled victim before circling around to her immense rear. "Okay then, well, let's try this."
"MRPH!" The muffled cry was all Erika could get out through the jelly overflowing from her mouth as a soft but firm hand smacked her directly in her pillowy ass, sending it wobbling yet again. Even worse, Erika could feel a new wave of jelly pour into her already bloated flesh after the impact, causing it to billow out even further. Without warning, two more playful slaps from Dorothy kept the artist's jiggly rump moving and swelling. The overflow of sensations was too much for Erika, and jelly began to pour from her puffy pussy as she gargled out an orgasmic cry.
"Ah, there you go. I knew I'd get you eventually." Dorothy came back into Erika's sight, giving her a flirty wink and placing a hand sensually on her blushing cheek. "You're probably wondering why I brought you here and did this; it's not all that easy to explain, actually. You're the only other character here, and, as a witch with my specific powers, coming up with interesting transformations and making them happen to pretty young women like you is my main purpose here. You can stop worrying, though; I'll put you back to normal soon, and I only have your pleasure in mind." Despite how nonsensical the explanation to her unasked question was, Erika felt oddly comforted, deciding that, while eccentric and clearly powerful, Dorothy didn't have any harmful intentions for her. She did, however, give a garbled squeak when the witch turned a mischievous eye towards her jiggly, purple-tinted breasts.
"Seems like this story is about to end, so I better get some enjoyment out of these while I can." Dorothy's hands went straight to Erika's boobs, squeezing and stroking them merrily, coaxing a stream of gooey jelly blobs from her engorged nipples. Her mouth suddenly clear of the grape flavored confection, albeit not the sweet taste of it, the purple-haired artist moaned her pleasure from the treatment, and soon found herself looking forward to the process of getting the rest of the jelly out.