Pear in a Pickle 3

Commission for Harlequin141, whose story blurbs are reaching serial novel length.

The pleasure coursing through Gloria was indecent. Blissful. Overwhelming. Gloria had never felt a kiss like this before. A tiny portion of her mind screamed at her to open her eyes, to break it off and flee. But her body wouldn’t have it. Gloria found herself pressing up against the oompa loompette as best as she could, moaning softly into her lips. The loompette loosened her grasp on Gloria’s cheeks, adopting a much more tender caress as she combed through the green girl’s hair with her fingers.

Gloria’s lips began to feel very warm, as if encouraging her to prolong the embrace. Her shoulders drooped. Her movements became slower, more feeble. It felt wonderful…until it didn’t. Gloria’s lips felt positively hot now. Puffier. She managed to lift her heavy eyelids just enough to look into her captor’s gleeful red gaze. She gave Gloria a knowing wink before resuming her sensual assault, pressing hard against the pear-girl’s mouth. A wave of dizziness washed through Gloria as her thoughts scattered, nothing more than a confusing jumble of disjointed misgiving and arousing fantasies.

“Mmph…Mmmmph…” Wait…wait… She watched her lips and cheeks continue to swell at the edges of her vision, before her eyes slowly drooped shut again. The intense fusion of pleasure and heat was becoming unbearable; even the oompa loompette seemed to grow more agitated the longer she held the kiss. Gloria’s breaths became fevered and ragged as her cheeks filled out, pressing round and cherub against the smaller woman’s sharper features, until finally…

A loud, sucking POP! signaled the conclusion of their intimacy and the voluptuous little thief patted Gloria on one of her fattened cheeks satisfactorily. The burning heat dissipated almost immediately as Gloria’s mouth smacked wetly back into place. She opened her eyes with vague interest as she traced her newly thickened lips with her tongue. The oompa loompette stepped back, feeling her own pink lips and looking mildly surprised. She hunched over slightly, chittering excitedly into her hands while her comrades pressed in for a closer look. 

“Whu…whu joo do to muh?” Gloria mumbled through fattened cheeks. …That didn’t sound right. Her words oozed out from between her clumsy lips like molasses, slow and thick. “Muh werds sound real…real f-funneh…” The oompa loompettes glanced at her with mild curiosity, as if she were a pet they had grown bored of. One by one, they turned their attention back to the loompette that had kissed her, who was now clearing her throat.

“Aha…mmm…” the loompette sighed, twitching her ears with relief. A trickle of dread dripped into Gloria’s pleasure-addled mind as the thief spoke her first words. “Y-yesss…” A low murmur and several impressed glances passed through the crowd of impish onlookers. The little woman grinned, flashing her sharp white teeth. “You v-voice…mmm. Very pretty.” 

It took a moment for the meaning of her words to sink in before Gloria gasped. “Joo s…sou…mmm! Joo talk like muh!” the massive woman slurred, her tongue sluggish and uncooperative. Gloria was painfully aware of the rapid decay in her vocabulary, but no matter how hard she concentrated, she couldn’t recall the phrases that were once so familiar to her. Indeed, as the words drooled out of her, Gloria could feel her voice becoming breathy and hoarse… Gloria struggled to string together her next objection, even as the lead loompette switched back to her native tongue to chatter incoherently with her companions.

“Wub habben…mm…w-wub…MMPH.” Gloria slapped a pudgy hand against the floor, feeling a strange concoction of emotions. Frustration. Confusion. Arousal. The words she wanted were floating indistinctly all around her, just beyond her reach. She resolved to try again, as slowly and as clearly as possible. “Give. Me. Muh. Voice. Back!” she growled, but her words lacked the bold conviction she had tried to express. It sounded more like a pitiful plea and her wicked little jailors seemed to dismiss it as such. Not to be dissuaded, they began tugging at her massive bulk, ignoring Gloria’s groans as her body was slowly pulled upright.

“Mmmmph…” It was hard to keep quiet as the sweet liquid within shifted, roiled, and redistributed throughout her body. Her shoulders stung from the bite of her straps as her tiny tank top was stretched beyond belief, creaking and popping ominously. Round and becoming more juice-laden by the second, Gloria’s tits were easily larger than her head and showed no signs of slowing their gradual assault against her tiny green top. They bulged, bigger and bigger, cleavage billowing up and out as the twin orbs surged forward toward certain freedom. As for her sweatpants, they hardly served as anything more than a taut second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. The sheer width of her hips forced her short legs into a wide, rather unlady-like position, one that Gloria preferred not to think about.

A glimmer out of the corner of her eye drew her attention. Gloria lifted the lengthening, deep green bangs from her vision and saw it. Her cell phone, not two feet away. It must have fallen from her waistband when she had tipped forward onto her stomach! Her eyes widened as the slim little device jogged her slipping memory. The phone…the emergency text…Miss Bleu! A powerful urge to see her boss…her mistress…filled Gloria’s belly, sending anxious quivers between her thighs. 

“Mmph…” She tried to reach it, glaring at her short arms in frustration. She made another grab for the phone, barely tapping it with her fingertips. The loompettes took no notice, intent on sitting Gloria upright again; it was now or never. Gloria exhaled, wriggled her rotund backside, and lunged. The loompettes toppled sideways at the unexpected sloshing motion, giving Gloria precious seconds to dial. Her pudgy fingers misdialed twice, but found success in the third attempt. She swiveled her head from side to side, bouncing nervously as the loompettes realized what was happening. …Ringing…ringing…Please pick up… There was a click and… 

“Security office, how can I help you?”

Gloria opened her mouth to speak just as the cell phone was snatched out of her feeble grip. 
“Hello, this is Gloria Grene from the R&D Department. I’m afraid I’ve dialed the wrong number, I’m so sorry.” The faux-voiced oompa loompette stuck out her tongue at Gloria as she carried on a flawless impersonation of the pear-girl who was now more pear than girl. She pressed a finger to Gloria’s lips, silencing her incoherent protests.

“Not a problem ma’am,” the phone warbled back, “Do be careful next time though, this is an emergency number after all.”

Fauxlette grinned from ear to ear. “Of course,” she simpered sweetly, “A mistake I won’t make again.” At that, the oompa loompette dropped the phone from her ear and snapped it in half. 

“Nu, nuuu!” Gloria watched the pieces clatter to the floor somewhere below her midsection, lost from view. She stepped forward, only to find herself tipping backward at the insistence of many small hands. With a heavy whump, Gloria found herself confined to a sitting position, trapped by the weight of her exaggerated ass. The loompette with her voice sauntered a bit closer, resting a hand on Gloria’s soft green stomach.

“Mm, now why would you go and do that? Calling security…tsk, tsk…” Fauxlette admonished, flattening her ears. “This is a lot more fun when it’s just us girls, right ladies?” The rest of the oompa loompettes tittered and grinned in agreement, their red eyes glittering mischievously in the dim light.

Gloria looked at the horde around her and shook her head, mumbling some remark that barely made it past her fat lips. “Nuuu…joo…mmhmm…” It was so hard to speak… Between that bizarre kiss and the juice exerting pressure to all the right places, Gloria was finding it more and more difficult to focus. The stitches of her tank top were rapidly giving way, revealing a few more inches of swollen green cleavage. She caught herself staring at her own chest as twin mounds rose before her, demanding her attention despite her desperate situation.

“Oh, but this is wonderful!” Fauxlette insisted, splaying her hands upward joyously. “English, what a language! And just look at how well you’re coming along!” Her fingers trailed along Gloria’s sensitive mid-section, eliciting more than a few involuntary, yet undeniably pleasured, moans from the girl. Fauxlette seemed pleased by her reaction, giving her a few more pats for good measure. “Thaaat’s it, you’re almost done…” she cooed, signaling the other loompettes with one fluid gesture. They scrambled into place just as Fauxlette shoved the wobbling mountain that was Gloria’s belly. She swayed back and forth for a moment, before finally toppling backward into the awaiting arms of several oompa loompettes. They gripped Gloria by the arms and began to pull her backward, allowing her round ass to drag heavily across the floor.

Gloria frowned into her breasts, listening to the gurgling protests of her stomach as she was forced onto her back. Another tiny pair of hands joined the rest, gripping her fleshy shoulders. Then…she heard her own voice…whispering in her ear. Don’t worry, you’re among friends. It was telling her things, such strange things... I have a wonderful surprise in store. It was hard not to listen... Relax, my sweet little pear. …And why shouldn’t she listen to it? It was her voice after all.

Fauxlette continued to feed her own suggestions into the addled girl’s ear, garnering a few snickers from her cohorts in the process. Gloria seemed hesitant at first, but gradually stopped struggling. Her protests became harder and harder to understand, devolving from broken speech to moans until there was nothing left but a dazed smile on her pudgy face. The loompettes had nearly dragged her to the base of a large white dais when a loud grinding sound startled them to a halt. A screech, a groan, and a sudden shaft of white light. The loompettes cowered behind Gloria’s helpless mass, lifting their heads just enough to peer outward. 

Fauxlette shielded her eyes and squinted into the bright light; almost immediately, her ears drooped and a touch of pink warmed her cheeks. One of the blast doors had been pulled ajar and a figure was walking toward them at a brisk pace. Fauxlette shrank down behind Gloria, offering little more than a sheepish grin as Miranda Bleu stopped before them, hands on her hips. 

“Ah,” she sighed, releasing Gloria’s arm, “Busted.”

Getting the silhouette was tough... I'm still not entirely sure if I mapped it right over the belly but it gets the point across!
Might be worthwhile to think of implications of the voice stealing thing from the story...  what else could they take? </span>