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Honey Pott and the Shop of Sweets
🕑 Added 2017-07-23 06:37:09 +0000 UTC "Fresh fruit dipped in a heavenly blend of chocolate and cinnamon sugar. Limit one per customer.""For $19.99? Each?! Yeah, nah."
"Hmm." Honey pressed her face against the cold glass counter, peering at the colorful assortments toward the back. "Ooh! What about those chocolate dipped pretzels? They have sea-salt!"
The heavier girl, Fae, took one look and balked. "Those are even more expensive, no way!"
"Forty dollars for a pretzel isn't that much," Honey scoffed, tossing her hair. "Look at how big they are! They're making me hunnnggrryyy..." She leaned in further, practically drooling.
"So, buy one already."
"Not unless you get something, too," Honey answered, pushing her lips into a soft pout. "C'mon..."
"You can get whatever you want, I just came here for this." Fae pointed to the HELP WANTED sign in the window, then to the half-filled out application in her hand, and grimaced. "Just one little job, that's all I need," she sighed, "Something, anything, to help me survive the summer..."
But Honey wasn't having it. "C'mooooonnnnn..." she droned even louder, sprawling dramatically across the glass display case. "This is supposed to be the best candy in the world, just look at the sign!"
Fae followed the direction of her finger, pointing to a cardboard cutout of an obese little boy stuffing his face with sweets. "Yeah. Yum."
"UGH. Stop being a butt and eat some candy with me! The stupid job stuff can wait."
"Easy for you to say, little miss moneybags."
"Is that what you're hung up on?" Honey rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll buy, just pick something! Look, I'll get...these!" The brunette snatched a bag of gummy candy off of a nearby shelf and grinned. "Ooo, they're shaped like little bees, how cute!"
"Aren't you allergic to bee stings?"
Honey hung her hands on her hips. "It's not like they're real bees, Fae." She peeled the bag open and popped one into her mouth, chewing obnoxiously in her friend's ear. "Mmmm, it's just bursting with sweet honey goodness...." She licked her lips, smacking them wetly. "Oh, so yummy! I could do this all day..."
"Alright, alright," Fae chuckled, swatting Honey away. "As long as you're paying... Let me look around." Fae set her paperwork on the counter and left Honey to her loud chomping, wandering through the aisles for something sweet. The rainbow of variety was almost daunting; jawbreakers of every size, sour licorice twice as long as your arm, every type of chocolate you could possibly imagine, to name a few. There was even a little parlor for malted milkshakes tucked in the far corner of the shop. After browsing a few more aisles, Fae settled on the tried and true; M&M's. Or rather, Mmm&Mmm's, as the packaging said.
"Sooo, what'dja pick?" Honey was waiting for her by the register, still chewing around a cheek-full of gummies.
"Mmm&Mmm's," Fae read aloud, "Filled with minty chocolate and mind-melting melodies?" She blinked, rereading the description. "What's that supposed to mean?" Curious, she poured a few into her hand.
"It means they taste good, silly."
"Psh, lame. They're all orange and green!" Fae scrunched up her nose. "Where's the red, the blue? Heck, I'll even take a brown one for variety..."
With some effort, Honey finally swallowed her gob of chewy sugarbees. "Gosh, you're such a whiner! It's just the candy coating, they all taste the same." The bag crinkled as her hand dove in for more.
"I know, but still," Fae muttered, looking slightly put-out. She ate begrudgingly, but couldn't deny the rich deliciousness of the chocolate within. "They're...alright," she shrugged, reaching for another handful. "Not especially 'mind-melting', but still good."
Honey dug through her purse, looking smug. "Uh-huh. I can't believe I had to twist your arm just to get you t-MM, FUCK!" Both purse and package fell to the floor as Honey clapped her hands around her mouth.
"What?" Fae cried out in alarm. "What is it? What's wrong?" All she received was a string of angry expletives, censored down to a muffle thanks to Honey's hands.
"I thinb I bib muh tongue..." she said finally, working her jaw. "Thtupid gummy beeth."
"Are you alright? There's no need to look so sullen." Fae retrieved the purse from the floor, trying not to laugh. "Though, your face does seem a little swollen..."
"My fathe?" Honey whipped out a compact and inspected her cheeks. "They do feel...puffy." She licked her lips anxiously. Those felt a little puffy, too. "You dun thinb I'b habing an awwergic reacthun, do you?" She stooped down to retrieve the gummies scattered across the tile.
"It's not like they're real bees, Honey," Fae shrugged and went for her half-finished job application, but stopped mid-step, vacantly chewing her bottom lip. "I-I feel...kinda funny..."
"Whaddya meab?" Honey grunted, trying to reach a particularly elusive piece that had bounced under one of the shelves. Her round little butt swayed back and forth, like a cat stalking it's prey.
"I..." Fae wasn't sure how to describe it. Taut, she supposed. "M-my throat feels tight, it's hard to speak..." The words reluctantly tumbled out of her mouth, strangely flat. "Has my voice always sounded this weak?"
"Mmmm." Gummy firmly in hand, Honey was now preoccupied with dislodging her arm from the crevice. A light sheen of sweat crept across her forehead while she pulled and yanked, breathing heavily. Her tummy peeked out of her shirt bit by bit, until it was biting into her waistband. "C'mon, you thtupid...HA. Fibawwy!" Honey wriggled up from the cool tile, a squishy yellow bee clenched in her fist and her shirt drenched in sweat. She tugged at her top, puzzled. No, not sweat...
"H-Honey...?" Fae backed up against the counter, staring down at her shaking hands. They were orange! The dull hue was worming it's way up her arms, carrying with it an itchy, tingling sensation. "T-this feels weird, n-now my b-body's orange, too!" She swallowed hard, unable to quell the violent stutter in her voice. "H-Honey! Help! W-what am I g-going to...to...oompa...l-loompa...d-doompity do?!"
Her friend barely heard her. Dark spots were cropping up across Honey's clothes, warm, damp, and sticky. She wiped a finger along her skin and licked it. "Honey? 'M sweaddin' honey!" She swiveled to Fae, whose hair was turning a deep emerald. "Fae? Wub habbening you? Mm!" Honey's tongue felt like a cement brick trapped between her bulging cheeks. She groaned and stretched her clothes over her now-chubby figure, only to have them slip out of her slimy grip. Her belly rolled forward, filling with something thick and sweet. "Fae!"
An orange-skinned Fae appeared to be in a trance, standing stock still and staring at nothing. The only thing moving was her mouth, whispering to a tune only she could hear. It was only when Honey shook her by the shoulders that she snapped back to reality. "Whu-huh? What's wrong?"
Honey's eyes practically bugged out of her head. "Wub wong?! Wook at muh! Wook at oo! Dis candeh ib fubbed up!" She clutched her stomach in an effort to slow it's growth, to no avail.
Fae's smile stretched wider than usual. "D-doompity...d-don't fret, there's a reason you're all w-wet." Her eye twitched, and she injected a little more lilt into her tone. "Y-you-oompa l-loo...loompa...love sweet candy, n-now you'll never thirst. You...you'll fill up with h-honey until you b-burst..." Fae trailed off, looking around with a vague, vacant expression, as if she had forgotten where she was.
"Buh! Fae, oo fweakin' me oot! Thtawp talkin' wike d-urp!" A shiver rippled up Honey's torso, which had developed a golden, slightly translucent appearance. She was visibly plumping up now, muffin-topping absurdly out of her pants. The pressure weighed on her crotch and she moaned, long and low. Stitches popped and tore with reckless abandon and the buttons of her blouse began to snap off one by one. Honey tried to hold her shirt together, bending her fat arms with some difficulty. "Fae, hewp!"
Fae heard her. "Y-yes..." She wanted to help her friend; she was the only one who could. Her cellphone was right in her pocket. "I'll help...help Honey..." She fumbled with the lock screen like a drunk with double-vision, tapping haphazardly. The florescent lighting was getting brighter every minute and her thick fingers were all thumbs. "H-hello? 911? I'm at the m-mall, my friend's thick as batter, you need to come quick before she gets any fatter!"
"Hey!" Honey gurgled, bobbing indignantly. Her breasts were next on the list, steadily swelling and sending dark streaks of honey down the front of her shirt. Honey's belly was on full display, resting heavily atop a stretched and battered belt. Her pants were skin-tight, so stretched and sticky that she could barely move her legs.
Fae watched her friend getting bigger by the second, until she realized she herself was shrinking. Her hands and feet were tiny, limiting her fingers and toes to pudgy little digits, to the point where she had to hold her phone with both hands. "No, we need your help, this isn't a joke!" she squeaked into the receiver. She glanced worriedly at her friend, though her eyes began to wander, lost in Honey's golden-brown curves. "I...I just...I just want to give her b-big belly a poke..." The phone slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor, forgotten, along with Fae's oversized shirt and pants.
"Oof...huhuff..." Honey was panting now, trapped under her own weight. Every movement was a slow, thick chore. Sticky-sweet honey oozed down her skin in smooth globs, especially around her more sensitive areas. "Huffuff..." Her hair was plastered across her forehead and fat cheeks, even sticking to her back and breasts. And her tongue...her mouth in general felt like an erogenous zone all on it's own. "Nngghuh..." Warm and wet, and oh-so sensitive.
The sticky, bulging woman caught movement out of the corner of her eye and swiveled on awkward, stubby legs. She could feel the warm honey oozing around inside her belly. "Mmm..." Something was tickling her skin. "Mmph! Fae? Dat oo?" Honey's breasts were so large that she couldn't see past them, though they were just translucent enough for her to see warped, indistinct shadows through them. A tiny hand squeezed her billowing ass as Fae began to sing in a sultry voice that was both hers and yet not.
Oompa-loompa doompity doo,
I've got a simple query for you...
Hea-vy with honey, but when will it cease?
A stroke and a rub might offer re-lease!
"Mmph! Fmm?" Honey could hear Fae humming somewhere around her midriff, pacing slowly around her swollen form. She pawed at her full, taut tits, trying to shift them down away from her face so she could see. "Ulp! Ulp!!" But Fae was already starting her next verse...
Ask me nicely, perhaps I'll help you out,
A kiss, a nudge, there's no need to shout...
You moan at my touch, it's driving you mad,
Your pussy's wet, slick; you...need...it...bad!
All you need to do is sing...
SHRRK! As if on cue, the last shreds of Honey's clothes gave way save for a striped pair of yellow panties. She gasped at the sudden surge in liquid, teetering heavily from side to side. Fae's hands pressed into her sensitive stomach to steady her. "Mmb? Fmm mm!" Much to her frustration, thick splatters of honey bubbled out of her lips instead of intelligible words. "Blrrm mmo!" Honey jiggled in place, doing everything in her power avoid Fae's wandering fingers, because she was right. The pleasure was driving her mad...
Oompa-loompa doompity-da,
This is what you get for stuffing your maw...
Tall, cute, thin; life gave you a pass,
All of it gone...you're just belly and ass!
"Mmm," Honey burbled quietly, eyes rolling in her head. She sighed, visibly relaxed by Fae's gentle touch. The thick, pressurized sugar pumping throughout her body was taking it's toll, and Fae's hypnotic song wasn't helping any. Honey found herself humming along; and once she started, she couldn't stop...
The wheel has turned, the change is done,
Honey P. bloated by a bad reac-tion!
Poor fat bee, your body is stuck,
Useless now, but for...a...quick...fuck!
Fae closed her eyes and sighed, having scratched the nagging lyrical itch at the back of her mind. She admired Honey's rotund figure for a moment, then gave her friend a hard shove. Honey grunted, a carefree smile plastered across her face as she rolled onto her back. The pressure within shifted up to her massive tits, creating a geyser-like gush of syrupy sweetness. "Mmmffm..." she moaned, wiggling her useless hands and feet. Rivulets of warm honey made slow tracks down her thighs and dripped onto the floor. She was still humming Fae's haunting tune.
"Good," Fae cooed, "Good Honey girl." Her voice was raspier now, slithering out between sharp teeth and soft lips. Long tendrils of hair covered her eyes entirely, though she seemed to have no trouble seeing while she rolled Honey toward the back of the store. It was a strong urge, almost instinctual, for her to be touching someon-something so massive and round. For as small as she was by comparison, Fae was able to push Honey along with ease. Each time Honey was rotated onto her ass, a fresh stream of gooey honey oozed out of her nipples. "Aha," Fae tittered, taking great pleasure in the increasingly desperate moans of her charge.
She let Honey go once they reached the far side of the store, allowing her to roll helplessly until she bounced against the counter. Fae stood on the tips of her toes, looking for the customer service bell. DING! She crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently. "Quickly, hurry," she rasped, frowning. DING! DING!
A hand ruffled the curtained doorway behind the counter, pulling it aside. "Alright, that's quite en- Oh!" A young blonde woman took in the scene with wide eyes; a sticky, moaning blimp and a small, orange-skinned girl with green hair. "Oh." Her expression melted from surprise to bemusement; she leaned over the counter, resting her cheeks in her hands. Her name tag said WHITNEY. "Let me guess...Mmm&Mmm's and..." She cracked a smile at a whimpering Honey, "You must've had the Sugarbee's. How d'ya like 'em?"
Honey flapped her limbs and responded with a guttural moan. The motion tipped her forward so that her breasts were pressed against the floor, the only things preventing her from rolling upside down completely. Her puffy vulva was clearly visible through her sticky and thoroughly soaked panties.
"I thought as much," Whitney laughed. "I've never seen anyone respond to them quite like that before."
"Bee allergic," Fae chimed in clipped English, "Mm, allergy?" The words were a lot harder to grasp without a tune. "Honey girl, help." She pointed to Honey, who was trying to rock herself upright with little success. Fae pressed her hands together with a pointed look. "Squeeze honey."
Whitney walked around the counter and gave Honey a prod, nodding. "Yes, she is feeling pretty full...and making a hell of a mess in my store." Despite this, the woman seemed in no hurry to help; instead, she turned her attention to Fae. "What about you, shorty? You diggin' those Mmm&Mmm's?"
Fae glanced at Honey, licking the honey from her fingers. "Mmm, yaasss. Smaller, but sweeter," she grinned. "Yummy." A reddish glow glittered through the veil of bangs covering her eyes.
"Perfect." Whitney slid around the register again, ringing up their purchases. "And how will you ladies be paying today?" Fae pointed to Honey, whose fat face was turning a rich golden brown from being upside down for so long. Whitney giggled, "I don't really think she's up to the task right now."
Fae frowned, shrugging. The concept of money seemed so far away from her, foreign. However, there was another option she was more familiar with; she poked her nose over the counter top, jumping up and down so she could see. Fae felt around until her fingers brushed paper. She pushed it over to Whitney and waited with her hands on her hips.
Whitney gave it a cursory glance. "A job application? You want to work it off?"
Fae put a hand on Honey's stomach, nodding. "We work, more Mmm's." She jiggled her friend around for emphasis. "Yes?"
Whitney's pink lips spread into an unnaturally wide smirk. "If you're sure..." She dipped out of sight for a moment, rummaging around the back room. She returned with clothes in her hand, tossing them to Fae. It was a uniform composed of a tiny crop top and overalls, perfect for a girl her size. "You can start with her," Whitney jerked her chin at Honey, "The jarring machine is in the back. We've only been using it for jellies and jams so far, but I think we can find a spot for fresh honey on our shelves..."
"Aha, yasss!" Fae perked up her pointed ears and set to work. "Come now, Honey girl." Her friend gulped, groaned, and gasped with every touch, flushing deep brown. Fae hummed her oompa loompa tune to keep her compliant; Honey quickly joined in, puncturing the melody with the occasional grunt. The echo of the song and her fevered moans slowly died as she was rolled deep into the dimly lit back room and out of sight.
Whitney watched them go, then wound her way through the shop, gathering Honey's purse and Fae's old clothes from the floor. Into the trash they went, along with any other traces of the girls' presence and the HELP WANTED sign. Whitney snatched a lollipop off the shelf and popped it in her mouth on her way back to the register. Propping her feet up, she sucked on it with a happy sigh. "Sweet."
