The Body Shaper Pt. 05

Carefully, so very carefully, I lined up the crosshairs over the guy who was blissfully unaware that he was in my sights. I pulled the trigger, and there was an explosion of gore as he went down.

"In your face, Poozer!" I crowed.

Running around and shooting people was helping to take my mind off of the disaster of earlier, digital though the combat was.

"You shot him in the fuckin' head?" came a voice from just behind the couch.

I blinked as Bridgette came around the sofa to sit at my side, curling her legs up under herself to sit partially turned towards me and still able to see the television.

I flipped my headset's microphone up. How did I miss them coming home? The answer came to me quickly, they must have come through the back. "Hey," I greeted. "I've got less than two minutes left in the match, and then I'll help carry stuff in, okay?"

Bridgette shook her head. "No, it's good. We made a deal, and the others are moving it all so they don't have to help me unpack any of it. Playing army?" she teased.

Huh. I kind of was. "Uh, yeah?"

The sexy blonde just watched me play for a second. "What the fuck is a 'Poozer'?"

I tried to split my attention between Bridgette and the game, and pretty much failed. I went down in a hail of gunfire that I should have seen coming. "Uh, it's from Green Lantern. You know, the comic books?"

The match ended and I set the control down, removing my headset and sitting back to see her better.

Bridgette's face was screwed up into an incredulous expression. "You actually fuckin' read comic books?"

I rolled my eyes and, unable to stop myself, crossed my arms defensively. "When I was a kid, sure."

"I don't get it," she confessed. Seeing my questioning face, she elaborated, "Comic books have people with superpowers running around in silly outfits and fighting supervillains and monsters." Bridgette gestured around to the world at large, "Fucking reality has that."

I frowned, tucking my chin while I tried to find the words. "It's not that comic books have people with powers. It's who has the powers."

I glanced at her, and she wasn't getting it. "Look, I'm sure when you were growing up, you had a favorite superheroine, right? Someone you looked up to?"

"The Nile Queen," she grudgingly admitted.

"Right. And little girls everywhere, everywhen have had all of these real life superheroines that they can look up to. From Warmaiden and Psionica, all the way back to when Rosie the Riveter first started. But for little boys, the real life superheroes just aren't there. So around the time that Rosie the Riveter was making her big splash, and all of these heroic women with superpowers started coming out of the woodwork, the comic strip people came up with 'Superman'."

Bridgette snorted and burst into laughter. "Superman!" she mocked.

I smiled ruefully. "Yeah. Not the most inventive of names, I'll admit. It gets even better. His costume is actually based on the old-timey circus strongmen. But once he was in print, there was someone for boys to idolize. Reality has something like ninety percent of all superabilities held by women. The few guys who get any kind of power? For almost all of us, we are useless for stopping a supervillainess, or a Destroyer, or even just a robbery. But in the comics? Eighty or ninety percent of those who save the day are guys."

"Huh." Bridgette looked like the idea was sinking in. "So that's the appeal? I never thought of it that way. But come on, you must have had a real life heroine, right? Even if they were 'icky girls'?" she teased.

"Kind of, I guess. When I was a kid, I suppose it would have been G.I. Jane or Trinity, if anyone. Nowadays? Up until I actually met her, it was Psionica. Word of advice? Never meet your heroes. Warmaiden is pretty cool though." I glanced up as Kimberly and Pixie came into the room, and Pixie sat herself into my lap while Kimberly settled herself into the recliner.

I wrapped my arms around the tiny redhead, hugging her to me loosely. "Hey, how'd it go today?"

Pixie rubbed her face on my chest like she was a big cat. "Just fine. We told stories about you all day while we worked. Bridgette knows all of your secrets now."

I looked down at Pixie, alarmed. "All of my secrets?"

"Well, I might have kept one or two big ones to myself," she winked.

I tried to calm my heart down. My big crush on the former actress was not a secret I wanted spilled.

"Yeah, like the fact that the nurses that lost their jobs from the hospital thing came to you and you gave them jobs, and that the twins call you 'Master'," Bridgette offered, an odd look about her.

"That was their idea!" I lamely defended myself.

"I know," she chuckled, picking up my game control and headset. "It's kind of hot." With that being said, Bridgette set my headset over her ears and, weirdly, started to try to play my video game.

I turned to Kimberly, who was just listening in comfort the whole time. "Hey, Beautiful," I smiled, before adopting a mock-stern expression. "Now who had the bright idea that I wouldn't want to see you all before you left!?" I demanded.

Pixie and Kimberly had a grand time blaming everyone except themselves, laughingly implicating everyone from Santa Claus to the Ukrainian President, as Bridgette tried to play digital army.

She died three times in the first thirty seconds, but determined for some reason, she just kept playing.

******

Pixie came into the bedroom alone, and once she'd dropped all of her clothing, she scooted in next to me to share my pillow.

She turned my head towards her with her little hand. "How're you feeling, Jeffery?"

"What do you mean?"

She looked at me so compassionately. "Callie called me earlier in the day. She feels awful about the state she left you in."

I frowned and looked up to the ceiling. "I thought I'd managed to hide that from her."

"Oh Jeffery, you are the worst liar in the world. On top of that, you wear your heart on your sleeve. Even Bridgette noticed something was wrong. For how smart my granddaughter is, she can be really stupid sometimes. I don't think she knew what she meant to you until after she broke it off."

"She had her reasons. They were really good ones, too. It's just that... well, she was my first, you know? And then I'm also mad at myself for even feeling like this, 'cause what right do I have? There's four other women that shower me with affection. I should be alright with it, right?"

Pixie rubbed her hand directly over my heart. "Love and logic don't really ever go hand in hand. This was the first time you've been dumped, right? You get to feel down, Jeffery."

I turned back to look in her eyes. "Does it ever get easier?" I pleaded.

"No, Sweetie. It really doesn't. And with how strongly you love, it's even worse for you. The good news is, it does get better. We'll love you back into shape, don't you worry."

I sniffed wetly and tried to convey my sincerity with my eyes. "You are the very best friend I've ever had, did you know that? I love you, Agnes Brooks. I'm sorry it's taken so long to let you know."

Pixie smiled at me as a single tear ran around the curve of her heart-shaped face. "I love you too, but I've known, Jeffery. We all know. You couldn't hide how you feel about any of us any more than you could spread wings and fly... Waitaminute... You probably could make yourself wings and fly, couldn't you?"

I sniffed again and chuckled a little. "I probably could, but then, you know... feathers."

"Are you up for the rest of your harem coming to bed now? The others want to make sure you're okay, too."

I clenched my jaw. "They're not my harem!" I insisted.

Pixie laughed joyously and rolled herself out of the bed, cute little butt jiggling as she passed to the door. "Sure, Jeffery," she patronized me, "Whatever you say."

******

"You ready for this?" I asked the nervous blonde.

Bridgette fidgeted in the bathrobe, a much larger size slung over her arm. "Yeah, I guess. This is my job, right? I didn't quit my diet for nothing."

"Okay, here's how this will go. I'm going to move as much of her body fat to her stomach as possible, so she can cover up before you come into the room. She'll have a sleep mask on, so you come in, drop your robe, and I'll transfer it to you. After that, go to Room Fifteen, and when I'm finished here, I'll move your mass around so that you can get clothes. Good?"

Bridgette nodded at me, and I entered Room Fourteen from the rear door where I was making sure my Special Inventory Manager was still willing to do the job.

"Hello, Mrs. Hammerstein. It's nice to see you again."

Miranda Hammerstein wasn't just overweight, she was morbidly obese. In fact she was so big that her weight was literally killing her.

I noticed the lack of damp hair and the fact that she was still dressed. I frowned a little, despite trying not to. Clients who came in for a full body shaping were supposed to take a shower here before I saw them. It was basic hygiene.

"Is there a problem, Mrs. Hammerstein?"

The woman sobbed from where she sat in her wide, reinforced wheelchair. "I couldn't get out of my chair, I'm so sorry."

My frown lightened. That wasn't something she could help at the moment. "Hey, it's okay. Really. How's this? I'll get my assistant in here, and we'll help you onto the bed. Then we'll just cut your clothing off, and before you know it, you'll be a hundred and ten pound toothpick."

She wiped her eyes, smearing her makeup everywhere. "You're going to cut my clothes?"

I tried to smile comfortingly. "These clothes would hang on you like a tent once we're done. Do they have sentimental value?"

"Oh. Um, no. I guess not. But what am I supposed to wear home?" she wondered, staring at the formless garment she had draped around herself.

"We'll set you up with a set of clothes, don't worry about that. Do we have a plan?"

"Yeah. Okay," she agreed.

I picked up the phone in the room, hitting Kimberly's extension. "Hey. Can you pop into Room Fourteen? I need your muscles for a couple of minutes. Thanks."

When Kimberly entered the room with her skinny arms, my client gave me a look that screamed 'Fucking Seriously?'

I chuckled, "Don't worry. She's a lot stronger than she looks. Kimberly? Help me get her to the bed?"

Between us, with Mrs. Hammerstein's help, we managed to get her onto the bed and comfortable, getting her top off before she laid down.

Once Kimberly had left, I dug the scissor from the desk and cut away what I needed to. I grabbed a wet wipe and began to gently clean her makeup from her face, as it might have interfered with me moving her face fat. She'd pretty much ruined it with her crying anyway. "Alright, here is how this is going to go. I'm going to move as much of you to your stomach area as I can, and after that I'll cover up your chest and pelvis to protect your modesty. Then I'll give you a sleep mask to put on while I remove your weight, to protect my inventory manager's modesty. Sound good?"

"Okay... um, Mr. Marks? I'm scared," she confessed to me.

I gave her an understanding look, which was easy because I really did understand. "Hey, there's nothing to be scared about. Here, watch this," I prompted, and grasped her hand. I pushed the fat from her fingers and hand past her wrist, vanishing the sausage fingers she had and leaving slim, dainty, skinny ones behind.

The woman raised her skinny hand to her face in disbelief. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed, touching her new hand with her other, before giving me an embarrassed grimace. "Um, sorry about the language," she apologized.

I took her hand back from her, chuckling, and continued pushing that fat up her arm into an ever-increasing lump as I thinned her limb out. "It's quite alright, really. You should hear my inventory manager. She curses like a sailor."

I continued working, getting her other arm thinned, then her legs, then her face, neck, and breasts, and all of that weight was transferred to her ballooning belly. With more than a little effort, between the two of us we managed to get her onto her side, and I was able to get her backside done.

One more rollover, and then there was a hundred and ten pound woman laying on her back with a four hundred pound belly sagging down between her spread legs.

I placed a blanket over as much of her legs as I could, and covered her chest with a towel. Then I handed her the thick, black silk-lined mask. "If you'll put this on, we can go to the next step," I suggested.

Once Mrs. Hammerstein was blinded, I got Bridgette into the room, and she hung her big robe up before removing the robe she was wearing, leaving her completely nude.

"Okay Mrs. Hammerstein, I'm going to start now. Bridgette is in the room with us, so you know. Are you ready?"

One big sphere of flesh at a time, I transferred the body mass over to Bridgette.

It was a lot of weight, enough that the client's health was endangered. I didn't want Bridgette to suffer from the same problem, so the first hundred pounds or so vanished into the blonde's body, doubling the density of her bones and muscles, and exponentially increasing her strength.

Then I started to make her bigger. Bridgette was going to have to carry about forty to fifty pounds on her belly, for easy access. Baring just a belly wasn't offensive or immodest to anyone, and was my go-to for mass transfers. The rest went into her hips, thighs, butt, and breasts.

I raised Mrs. Hammerstein's blanket as her belly shrank, until she had about thirty pounds left there. "Okay, thank you Bridgette. I'll be with you when we're finished here."

Bridgette easily walked to the big robe, and I averted my eyes. Putting the body mass on her was a rush job, and she was not balanced or smoothed out at all. There was a reason that I was going to see her directly afterward.

Once we were alone in the room again, I prodded my client. "Okay, blindfold off, please, and we can get the rest of you done."

The now nearly skinny woman took her blindfold off, and poked at her belly, frowning. "You missed some," she muttered.

"That's there in case you want bigger breasts, or a bigger bottom, or a bigger anything, really. Go ahead and look in the mirrors, and just ignore your stomach for now. Tell me what you want."

She easily sat herself up, got off of the shaping bed and walked to the tri-mirror, not seeming to really notice how easy it was for her after being unable to even get out of her chair earlier. The brunette looked in the mirrors, turning this way and that. "You know, you're right. I do want my boobs and butt just a little bigger. I wish you could do something about my face, too."

I walked up to her, increasing her breasts to firm B-cups, and giving her a little more junk in the trunk. "Mrs. Hammerstein, you paid for a full body shaping. If you want your face different, then we'll make it different."

When she was happy with how she looked, and I'd rid her of the remainder of her extra weight, it looked like it all just hit her at once. Her face crumpled and she began to sag, and I barely managed to catch her before she hit the floor.

"Are you okay?" I checked, a little alarmed.

"I'm skinny," she sobbed. "I've been big my whole life, and now... holy fuck-balls am I cold!" she exclaimed, switching gears mid-sentence.

I laughed, genuinely amused. After all, she was used to being a lot more insulated than she was now. I went and got her a robe to cover up with. They were really fluffy, and would probably warm her up some too. "Here. It's a small," I winked.

Her smile could have split her face in two as she shrugged into the garment. "A small!" she crowed, hugging her arms around her thin body tightly.

"Are you satisfied?"

"I'm so satisfied. This is a miracle!"

Now that the job was done, I thoroughly washed my hands. Mrs. Hammerstein wasn't shower-fresh while I was touching her. "Fantastic. I'm going to get Kimberly back in here. She'll get your measurements and a set of clothing to wear home. If you want to use the shower before you leave, you go right ahead. Just get your clothes first, alright?"

"I'm so sorry about that," she tried to apologize.

"It's okay. You're not ever going to have to struggle to get out of a chair again, now are you?"

"No," she smiled happily. "No I am not."

"Alright, I think my part is done here. But now it's up to you to keep the weight off. What I've done hasn't, well, for lack of a better word, locked you into this shape. You can still gain weight, okay? I want you to understand that."

"Right. Diet and exercise. At least I won't be too embarrassed to go to a gym."

I laughed. "No you won't. If I were you? I'd look at it as an opportunity to show off a little."

She pulled the part in her robe outward and stared down her body. Her smile widened just a hair, and she said, "Yeah! Skin-tight exercise outfits, here I come!"

"You have yourself a nice day now, Mrs. Hammerstein."

I exited Room Fourteen through the back, hooked a right, and entered Room Fifteen. Along the way, I signaled Kimberly that Mrs. Hammerstein was ready for clothing.

"Hey. Let's get you straightened out."

Bridgette dropped her robe, and I began the process of evening her out. I balanced the weight around her hips, thighs, and butt, making them incredibly smooth and curving in a pleasing way, even though it was all enormous.

"I thought I'd have more trouble walking, but I was just fine. What's up with that?"

I nodded, moving up to her stomach area. "I made you stronger so that you could carry the weight. Like I made Kimberly strong, right?"

Bridgette breathed a sigh. "Thanks for that. I wasn't fuckin' looking forward to being bedridden."

I frowned, "I wouldn't do that to you," and got to work on making her breasts balanced and pleasing. As I was shaping her left one, a sack of saline fell out to hit the floor and roll a bit away.

My power really didn't like foreign objects.

We both looked at the breast implant in a moment of shock, and Bridgette started snorting. "Oh my gawd that's hilarious!"

Eventually she was good. Her face and neck were still thin, but she had big watermelon-sized breasts that would make Kimberly jealous, a high, round belly, and incredibly wide hips. I plumped her arms, shoulders, and back a bit to make it look more natural. Her butt cheeks were perfectly round but protruded far outward and her thighs were gigantic, smoothly tapering down to smaller calves and little ankles and feet. There was not a single part of her fat that tried to roll over even a little, it was all streamlined. Her silhouette gave the impression of two spinning tops, one directly on top of the other.

Had I not strengthened her bones, she'd probably have snapped her comparatively tiny ankles with her first steps.

Bridgette looked in the mirrors at her new shape. "I expected that I was going to look like, well..." Instead of saying anything, she nodded her head at the wall that divided Room Fourteen and Fifteen. "But this is kind of sexy!"

"It is," I agreed without thinking. "Oh, uh, I mean..."

Thankfully, Bridgette was amused rather than offended. "Thanks, Handsome. Hey, while we're in here, do you think you could, how do you put it? Tune up? Yeah, can you tune up my face?"

I couldn't stop my face from pulling into a disappointed expression. "Can it wait a week?" I bargained.

Bridgette, used to being naked from more than two decades of being a porn actress, simply turned to face me fully and put her hands on her wide hips. "What's in a week? I look like a forty year old wide-ass preggo. I get that I can't do anything about the wide preggo part, but at least I can be a young wide preggo."

I shook my head and went to wash my hands again. "There's nothing happening in a week. It's just... your face is the only one in the house that I haven't shaped. You've got these perfect imperfections, and I just wanted one more week to enjoy them."

Bridgette's features softened, and the look in her eyes was too hard for me to interpret. "Oh. Um, okay, I guess. You'll send Kimmy in for clothes?"

I opened my mouth to correct her, thought again, and closed it. 'Kimmy' was close enough. "Yeah. You might want to shower while you're in here, too," I suggested.

Bridgette giggled, sending all of her new, plush flesh into motion. "Yeah, she kind of fuckin' stank, didn't she?"

"A little. It wasn't her fault, though," I defended. Poor woman.

The week Bridgette had promised me to keep her face natural came and went, and she never did ask me to change her. I didn't bring it up either, ecstatic to have a face in the house that I didn't have a hand in creating.

She also brought both of her breast implants home with her, and I have no idea what she did with them.

******

Our new house wasn't a house, it was a mansion. Truthfully, it was nearly a palace. In the middle of a gated community, the home was closer to our facility with the added bonus of people unable to just drop by. Luckily, that hadn't happened at Pixie's house, but I had the feeling that we'd barely dodged that bullet.

Pixie had contracted a company to make modifications to it, overhauling more than half of the sprawling mansion.

The important parts, to me at least, were the master bedroom and communal shower/bath.

The master bedroom was enormous, and it had to be to fit the gigantic bed into it. A custom job, the thing was sixteen feet on each side, with custom-made sheets. When I asked my partner why it was so ridiculously big, all I got was a sly smirk and some ominous muttering about 'planning ahead'.

The communal shower was kind of like a locker room shower, with shower nozzles at even intervals along the walls maybe two-thirds of the way up to the twelve foot ceilings, and a big drain in the middle of the room directly beneath a tall pedestal with even more nozzles. It was a lot like the locker room shower from high school, if the school district had a million dollars to sink into it. A jacuzzi bathtub was set into a corner, and it could fit six full grown people into it. Double that if everyone was really friendly.

Summer's kitchen brought her to happy tears, and Winter's garage caused her to bounce off the walls for the first week we lived there. We had a big pool out back, and a home gym that rivaled a professional gym. It was all opulent, and over the top, and as out of place as I felt living there I was assured over and over that I'd earned it with my own two hands.

I was sure that someday it would feel like home, but until that day came it felt like I was living in the ritziest hotel on the planet.

******

I handed the file to Janice and she exchanged it for a new one. "Room Eight. Consultation for a Jenna Travers. There's a Form-J in there, just in case," she cautioned.

I glanced through the file as I walked to Room Eight, scanning over the intake form.

While children never paid to be put back to rights, they weren't the only times I waived our fees. Grievous injuries usually got a waiver, and so did genetic disorders and birth defects.

I entered the room, smiling at the brown-haired, miniscule woman in a motorized wheelchair/scooter thing. "Hello, Mrs. Travers. I'm Jeff Marks, it's nice to meet you."

"Jenna, please," she insisted, and I felt myself brighten up. While it was far more professional to call my clients by their last name, I was more than happy to be on a first name basis.

"Then I insist that you call me Jeff." Jenna was the littlest woman I'd ever seen. According to her file, she suffered from disproportionate short stature dwarfism.

I sat at the consultation desk, and she motored up to the other side. "So, what are you looking for?"

"I want to be big. Big and strong," she stated with the full belief that I could make that happen.

I slowly nodded, pulling her file out to make notes. "Okay. How big are we talking here?"

Her smile bloomed charmingly. "How big can I go?"

I chuckled, "I could make you so big that your body heat would cook you from the inside out. Realistically? I could make you as big as Warmaiden. Say, oh, eight feet tall with seven, eight hundred pounds of muscles and curves if you wanted."

Her eyes got really big. "That. I want that."

I opened my mouth, and froze. That gut feeling that I'd been trying to listen for was screaming at me that I wanted this woman around.

What was I missing? "One moment, please," I begged, and started tearing through her file. There was something I hadn't seen yet, some way I could offer her a job.

Eventually, I found it. Oh, did I ever find it. "Okay, you have options here, Jenna. The first one is yours regardless of anything else. I can make you about a hundred pounds bigger, say five-eight or so. This, I'll do for free, but it's kind of a no-frills thing."

Jenna slowly nodded, "Okay?"

"Now normally when I offer the waiver of fees, it's a simple, short thing to fix up whoever I've offered it to. Curing blindness, or erasing scars, things like that. Not really time intensive. Your shaping, I won't have time for until after I'm done with clients for the day, so at five o'clock we'll get it done. Once my time is free, I can make you into a more common size. Now, let's talk about your other options."

"Option one to get as big as you want, is that you pay for a full body shaping, and you'll also have to bring in other people who will give you their weight to get you that big. It'll all have to be done at once, otherwise you'll have to schedule yet another session, pay the rate again, and again, until you're as big as you want. Do you have friends who'll give you a total of seven or eight hundred pounds of their body weight?"

"No. No I don't," she said dejectedly. "But you said there's another option?"

I grinned and leaned back, lacing my fingers over my stomach. "Option two is you come work for me."

Jenna blinked. "What?"

I poked her file with a single finger. "It says here that you're currently unemployed, but that you have a master's degree in accounting. I need another accountant, badly. We store a certain amount of body mass on hand, though not nearly as much as you want. If you work for me, as we get excess mass I'll keep making you bigger until you're Jenna the Amazon. Consider it a job perk."

She sat back, stunned. "You're really going to offer me a job? Just like that?"

"I get feelings about people, and I've got a good one about you. We pay way above the going rate to ensure trust and honesty. I can trust you to not embezzle from me, can't I?"

"I'm... I came in here because I was sure that the reason I wasn't getting hired on anywhere was because I'm so little. You're really offering me a job!?"

I took that as agreement. "Okay, I'm going to get my administrator to come talk to you here. Unfortunately, we don't have wheelchair access to the upper level, partly because we didn't think of it when we built the facility, and partly because I can fix up anyone to take the stairs."

I picked up the phone. "Pixie! Hey. I've found us an accountant. She's got a master's degree," I bragged, winking at Jenna as she looked completely overwhelmed. "Can you come down to Room Eight with the new hire paperwork? She's not able to get up the stairs just yet."

Pixie squealed on the other end of the line. We'd been searching for another accountant for months, but I didn't trust anyone we'd interviewed, which Pixie took as reason enough. "I'll be right down," she promised before hanging up.

Poor Jenna looked shell-shocked. "Are you okay?" I asked concernedly.

"You're... you just kind of made all my dreams and goals come true in thirty seconds. Um, can I ask one more thing? My husband, he's got DSS too. If he came to see you, would he get the same offer of the free common size thing?"

I nodded cordially. "Sure! But like I said, the free thing is only so much, you know? If he wants to be massive, then he'd have to pay for that."

"That makes sense. Thank you, Mr. Marks."

I pointed a finger at her playfully, "Oh no, no take backs. I'm Jeff, and you're Jenna." I was not having another employee call me 'Mr. Marks'. "So Pixie will come down, and you two can hash out all the details. When you're finished, you can either hang around until we close, or you can leave and come back. We'll make you a little bigger once my time isn't filled with clients. Good?"

She held up her miniscule hand to shake, and I shook it happily. "You won't regret this, Jeff. I'm going to do the best job for you I'm capable of."

"Welcome aboard, Jenna. Glad to have you with us."

******

One last water rinse to get the last of the toothpaste out of my mouth, and I was ready for bed. Oh, was I ever ready.

I'd been struggling to keep from dozing off since supper. While the late night I had with Kimberly the night before was worth it, I was paying for it.

I shuffled from the master bathroom to the master bedroom and the giant bed therein, freezing in my tracks.

There was a spot in the middle of the top left open for me, and that was normal. To one side of the empty space were Pixie and Kimberly, patiently waiting for me to get into bed. On the lower side of the middle were the twins, once again able to wrap around my lower legs now that we had sixteen feet of bed to work with. The surprise came from Bridgette's ultra-curvy, plump frame on the other side of my spot from the tiny redhead and the busty Japanese girl, just as naked as everyone else.

Bridgette gave me a once over before her eyes locked onto my groin and didn't move from there at all.

I tried to figure out why the blonde was in my bed, but it was too hard. I blinked, shook my head, and just crawled into my spot. Maybe it would make sense in the morning.

I settled in, Kimberly scooting in to rest her head on my shoulder and Pixie pressing all of her tiny frame to Kimberly's back. My arm drifted down over the pair of shoulders to rest on Pixie's little butt.

The twins each shuffled inward, moving their pillows to press against my knees and cuddling my calves and feet. Bridgette heaved herself close, staring at my face like I was going to kick her out or something.

Bridgette's plump frame, with her gigantic breasts and big stomach, was an incredibly soft and warm comfort. All of that cushion conformed to the side of my body, and I wrapped my arm around her back and tried to hold her even tighter to me. Her heavy, smooth thigh drifted up over mine, and she relaxed with a soft exhale that sounded like relief.

I kissed the top of Kimberly's head, and hesitated for only a second before kissing Bridgette's crown as well. "Night, love you all." I muttered, too tired to think it through.

I got brief, squeezing hugs from everybody and "Love you too," muttered back, and within seconds I was out like a light.

******

I woke up, and somehow everyone had shifted in the night, including me. It was very strange, as I was usually pretty much immobile while I slept. Having each of my limbs pinned down by a different woman tended to make sure of that.

I was spooning Bridgette, and the entirety of my too-big morning wood had disappeared into her vastly deep ass crack. Not only was someone spooning me from behind, preventing me from backing away, but the skin of my dick was sticking to the skin of Bridgette's ass. There was no way to gently extract myself from the situation.

Worse yet, the heat and pressure of the ex-pornstar's soft cushioning was making very sure that I was not going to calm down any time soon.

As I became more aware, I realized my arm was wrapped around Bridgette and pinned between her humongous tits and protruding belly, the skin sticking to me there just like her ass was stuck to my cock. Judging by the big, soft mounds pressed into my back, Kimberly was the one behind me. I shifted my arm, just the tiniest bit, and yep, Bridgette was holding my arm in place too.

Both of these girls were strong enough that I wasn't getting out unless they let me out, and at least for Kimberly, she clung when she slept. Unless I wanted to wake everyone up, I was going nowhere.

Resigning myself to my fate, I just enjoyed it. If I was going to get the blame, I figured I ought to get the fun that went with it.

Bridgette's ultra-curvy, plump form with her wide hips, thick thighs, and absolutely enormous tits and ass was not a turn-off at all. Someone once said that variety is the spice of life, and while Bridgette might not have been happy about being labeled as 'Mature', I dare anyone to admit that they don't have a fantasy about a beautiful older woman. The fact that she had more curves than a mountain road hardly detracted from that.

I laid there, enjoying all the softness, but then Bridgette's breathing started to deepen, and she began to push that gigantic ass back into me in her sleep. It was only a slight, gentle rocking of her hips, but it was more than enough.

I began to panic. I'd talked to Bridgette a lot, living in the same home with her for so long, and she'd told me how guys tended to treat her. Just because she had sex on camera for a living, every guy she came across thought she would jump on their dicks at a glance. I didn't want to be that guy.

As she pressed her big, big ass back into me, the smooth flesh spread out over my thighs and abs. The fact that our skin was sticking together, as skin tends to do, meant that with every pump she was gripping the loose skin of my erection and moving it back and forth.

I couldn't even get my arms free to try and get help. I turned my head and hissed, "Kimberly!"

Kimberly softly groaned as she woke, and kissed my spine. "'Morning," she murmured.

"Kimberly, you've got to help me," I whispered. Bridgette's motion was feeling too good, and getting better with every second that passed. "I've got to get out before she wakes up!"

Kimberly peeked over my body at Bridgette's humongous ass humping back into me. "Okay, I'll help. I got you," she assured me.

Instead of getting up though, Kimberly reached over me to grasp Bridgette's wide hip. Once she had a measure of the blonde's motion, Kimberly pressed her pelvis into my butt, thrusting me into the big ass every time it came back at me.

"Kimberly!" I panicked, "What are you doing!?"

She kissed me between my shoulder blades again. "I'm helping!"

I winced, and tried to fight the building pressure in my groin. Bridgette was going to be so mad, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Bridgette's pace started to increase with my forced participation and she moaned softly, gripping the arm she was holding under her watermelon-sized tits tighter.

I fought my orgasm with everything I had. My toes curled, my muscles tensed, but it was to no avail. My jaw clenched and I unloaded a huge amount of cum into the space between the enormous cheeks. Fighting that orgasm back for so long, combined with the fear over the inevitable somehow made it the most powerful orgasm I'd had in months.

Oh God, this is going to ruin everything. I still had such a crush on the former actress, but more than that, I liked just talking to her and cuddling to a movie when she was in the mood for it. Those days, after this, were never going to happen again.

Bridgette's head turned to see me, and she finally let go of my arm to scratch at my hair. "Good Morning," she smiled.

"Oh God, Bridgette. I am so, so sorry about this. I don't know how it happened, and Kimberly, and-"

"Fuck, you're actually, really upset, aren't you?" She measured my eyes for a moment before turning a bit more to glare over my shoulder. "I told you this was a shitty idea, Kimmy!"

"No it wasn't. He was never going to make a move and you know it. Now you can talk it over and it'll all be good." Having said her piece, Kimberly gave my back one more kiss and finally backed off of me, getting out of bed and going to the shower.

I tried to get up, but Bridgette clamped her arm back over mine and held me to her. All of the gallon or so of cum I'd shot into her crevice was smeared around my shaft, and I was hyper-aware of just how slickly lubricated everything in there was now. My erection hadn't faded even a bit.

I felt the mattress shift as everyone else left the bedroom, leaving us alone.

"You know, I thought for sure you were too good to be true," she started, speaking to me even though she was facing away. "I came into your home, and saw all these women you fuck on the regular, and I waited for you to start trying to talk me into the orgies."

"After the first week, I realized that you weren't trying to get into my pants at all. After the third week, I started to think that there was something wrong with me. I figured I was too old and fat for you now. But I've been watching you with your harem, and it's nothing like I thought it was at all."

I protested, "They're not my harem!"

Bridgette let out her dorky snort-laugh, and all of that ass shook around my dick. "Oh, Kimmy was right, that is fuckin' hilarious!"

I groaned, which only caused Bridgette to laugh more.

"But like I was saying, I thought that it was all you being 'Lord and Master' at first, but you love them, and they love you, and they all love each other. Even the twins, you let them pretend that they belong to you, no matter how uncomfortable it makes you, just to make them happy. And little by little, I started to want the love too."

"I want to sleep in the big bed with everyone else, and I want to shower in the big shower room with everyone else, and I want to be in on the sexy fun with everyone else too. I mean, I've been fucked more than every one of you put together, but I don't think I've ever made love once."

She sighed, and snuggled back into me even a little deeper, as impossible as that was. "I've been bitching about it to Kimmy. She's pretty much my best friend now, you know? We spend most of every day together in the back of the store. And she told me that you were the world's last genuinely nice guy. The kind of guy who can have the pornstar he jacked off to for years and years living with him, but won't make a move because he just doesn't want to hurt her feelings."

"This morning was all her stupid fucking idea. I'm sorry you got so upset about it. But here's the thing; You've already busted your nut, and you're still hard as shit. So... whaddya say you hotdog me one more time before we join the others in the shower, and tonight we can make love for real?"

"Uh, hotdog?"

Bridgette began to pump her hips back into me again, jacking me off with her ass. "Your weiner is in my fuckin' buns. Jesus, your big fuckin' dick almost makes me feel like I still have a little ass here."

I wiggled my arm out from under her enormous bust and grasped the biggest handful of it I could. Holding that giant titty and thrusting back into her, I worked on getting off again.

Bridgette placed her hand over mine on her breast and pulled my hand in tighter, both of our hands sinking deep into the flesh there. "Thank fuckin' God," she exhaled in relief. "For a minute there I thought you were going to tell me 'No fuckin' way'."

I laughed and kissed the back of her neck. At her pleased sound, I did it some more. "Do you honestly think I could turn you down?"

"I'm bigger than a house and look twenty years older than everyone here. You bet your ass I thought that."

"Tell you a secret? That just makes you sexy. If all you get for dessert everyday is chocolate ice cream, the bowl of strawberry ice cream becomes the thing you really, really want. And you don't look twenty years older, maybe ten years, tops. Maybe."

"So, I'm your Mommy fetish?" she stated, not sounding all that happy about it.

"I was thinking more like finally making good on the crush I had on the older girl from down the street."

Bridgette turned her head. "Give me a kiss? But, you know, close-mouthed. 'Cause my breath fuckin' reeks."

I gave her a gentle, lingering kiss to her lips, and she smiled before turning her head back away. "Good. Now fucking hammer this ass, we got to get to fuckin' work this morning."

I rolled us over so that I was on top of her, and didn't think about anything more than just getting a better position. I sank all the way down into her crack, and the voluminous flesh actually wrapped around my hips some.

I had to comment, "Wow, that's kind of... no, it's really hot."

"Cum, Handsome. Cum in this big fucking ass," she begged, embracing my desire for her extreme shape.

Eventually I came again, and I started to get off of her. "Uh, hold on, and I'll wipe this off."

Bridgette shook her head and pressed her ass even more against itself with her hands as I exited, wiping the cum from my cock as I pulled out like two big, soft squeegees. "My giant fuckin' cheeks'll keep it inside until we get to the shower. It's all good."

I helped her off the bed and we walked to the communal shower together. After a moment of hesitation I grasped her hand and intertwined our fingers.

I got the biggest smile I'd ever seen from her over that, and she swung our hands back and forth as we walked the short distance.

Bridgette and I walked into the spacious communal shower together, still holding hands, and Kimberly, Pixie, Summer and Winter all looked our way with big smiles. I smiled back, right until Kimberly rhythmically clapped her hands three times and then all four women started singing at me in unison:

"I like - Big - BUTTS! and I can not lie! You other brothers can't deny!"

I slapped my hands over my eyes, mortified. Of course Kimberly had told that story. Gossip Queens. I lived with Gossip Queens. And Plotters.

Yeah. They were all Gossipy Plotter-Queens. Still, I was a little impressed despite my embarrassment that a ninety-two year old woman actually knew the words to 'Baby Got Back'.

******

"Who's next?"

"Cancellation. You've got forty minutes before the next appointment," Janice smiled.

I dropped the file in my hands to her desk and raised my fists to the ceiling in triumph. Forty minute break!

Janice laughed heartily at the excited look on my face. "Go on now," she gestured. "Go find some trouble."

I didn't need to be told twice. I glanced at my watch so I knew what time I needed to be back, and made a bee-line to the rear of the shop.

I walked through the hallway in the middle of the arc of shaping rooms to the hallway behind, finding Bridgette going through the clothing stock with a clipboard, dressed in one of the blue sweat suits that we kept for clients.

She was only at about half capacity today after I'd taken some of her mass earlier in the shift. Her base form, which I wouldn't make her any smaller than, was about two hundred and twenty pounds, though when she was that small, she only looked to be about a hundred and twenty. Those dense muscles and bones made her a lot heavier than she seemed.

We decided that she could hold about four hundred pounds over that, and when she was that big, her curves put hourglasses to shame.

"Hey, Handsome. What's up?"

I grabbed her for a quick hug. "Forty minute break!" I bragged.

She snorted in amusement. "Going to see Pixie?" she guessed.

I let her go and shook my head. "No, going to see Jenna. Been meaning to talk to her."

Bridgette gave my ass a playful spank and turned back to the shelving. "Have fun!"

I jogged up the stairs to the upper level, heading to Jenna's office. As I entered the room she stood, half-alarmed. "Jeff?"

"Hey Jenna," I smiled up at her, and sat down in front of her desk. While she wasn't as huge as she wanted to be just yet, she was currently a thin six-foot-eight and thoroughly enjoying being taller than everyone she met nowadays.

Jenna sat back down awkwardly and checked, "Is everything okay?"

"Oh sure. I just had some free time for once and thought I'd check in. How's it going?"

She smiled back at me, the relief plain to see. "It's great! I mean, anything I come up with to make it easier, or make more sense, Pixie lets me run with. That's not to say it wasn't working before," she hurriedly backpedaled, "it's just that the system in place is kind of outdated. I don't think some of these practices have been used since the eighties."

I grinned easily and leaned back in the comfortable chair, extending my legs and crossing my ankles. "That makes sense. Pixie set it all up, and the last time she was running a business probably was in the eighties."

Jenna dropped the pen she'd been fidgeting with. "What?"

I laughed, I couldn't help it. "Yeah, Pixie? She's ninety-two years old."

Jenna's mouth opened and closed soundlessly, and I seriously enjoyed every moment of her shock. "I... wow. I shouldn't be surprised, but I had no idea. Hey, while I have your ear, I wanted to ask you about these 'Form-J's."

I shrugged, confused. "They're our document of a free service. You filled one out that first day, remember?"

She picked up her pen and tapped it on the desktop. "I know what they are!" she said with a roll of her hazel eyes. "What I meant was, I think that they might count as pro-bono work. If they do, then that's a huge tax break."

I groaned and tilted my head back. "I wish you'd been here from the beginning. Alright, go ahead and call legal, see if it counts, or if there's a way to make it work. Too bad we didn't know this earlier."

"Um, Jeff? If this works as pro-bono, then we can file amended returns. You might be getting a lot of money back from the government," she offered.

I blinked at her. "If you weren't married, I'd kiss you," I stated deadpan, and to my surprise she actually blushed. "If this works out, you are getting such a bonus, you don't even know. But, that reminds me of what I came up here for. Your husband? Is he coming in for a shaping soon? Bridgette has just enough mass to set him up right now."

Jenna scowled and stared at the papers strewn around her desk. "No, Tim is refusing to come in."

My brow furrowed in a complete inability to understand.

Jenna glanced at me. "Do you mind if I just vent a little bit here?"

"Of course not. Fire away."

She tilted her head back and shook out her brown hair, running her fingers through it. "I never realized how much Tim wore his condition like a shield. I mean, yeah, that's the way we were born, and all things being equal, we learned to just embrace the way we were. And that's fine, if there is no solution. But you can correct it! Even if you weren't offering it for free, with what I'm making working here I could afford to pay for his shaping anyway! It's like... like he thinks his DSS is the only thing that makes him special, and he won't let go of it. He's actually pissed at me for being so big now, and that's without him knowing that I'm planning on getting even bigger."

There was nothing I could say to that to make it any better for her. "I'm sorry," I offered simply. "I want to say something about leading a horse to water, but that's probably the last thing you want to hear. If you need anything, even just an ear to bend here and there, we're all here for you. You're part of the team, and we take care of our own."

She gave me a slightly sad smile, "Thanks. I might take you up on that. You're a pretty good listener."

I glanced at my watch, and I still had a lot of time left. "Well, enough maudlin talk. What's new with Jenna? Join a basketball team yet?" I teased.

Jenna giggled and swayed to the side, her downcast expression melting away. "No, but it turns out the weather really is different up here," she fired back.

For the rest of my break, I gently teased Jenna over being so tall and she soaked it all up with a smile, not denying a single thing. It felt good to lift her spirits back up after I'd accidentally sent her mood crashing down.

******

"Oh, Master..." the ebony bombshell beneath me breathed in pleasure.

Propped up on one elbow, I got to use my free hand to feel up and down the side of her body as I stroked in and out of her tight, welcoming tunnel. A firm grip of her large breast here, a gentle stroking of her smooth thigh there.

It was a good thing I'd made my muscles as big as I did, otherwise I'd never had been able to support Winter on my back as I thoroughly fucked her sister.

Winter was plastered to my backside, humping her bald, wet pussy against my ass as much as she could. I could actually feel her drag her hard clit up and down my ass cheek, just off-center. Her big tits, exactly as big as Summer's spectacular pair, were smashed into my back as she wrapped her arms around my chest to hold on tight.

It was Winter's ferocious sucking and licking of the side of my neck that I was really enjoying, though.

I'd never gotten a hickey before. I missed out on the hot and heavy necking that I imagined most people got to do in high school. It was surprising just how enjoyable having my neck sucked felt.

It was so good that I couldn't even reply to Summer as she praised me.

My half-closed eyes watched Summer's face as she took in just how much I was liking what Winter was doing. She began to pull at me insistently. "Lie on me, Master. Please, come close."

At that point, I was in such a fugue that I would have done anything anyone had told me without question. I eased myself downward, feeling Winter release her arms from around my chest before I was all the way down.

Then I had Summer's plump lips suckling and licking on the other side of my neck.

I hardly moved out of Summer's pussy once that happened. I stayed buried to the hilt inside of her, and only pressed deeper and harder into her with a rhythmic pace.

Winter helped, using her pelvis to press me even deeper with every clench of my ass. Her rock-hard nipples dug into the skin of my back, the overly large protrusions letting me know without words that even though my attention was on her sister, she was still very much enjoying her part in the play. For that matter, the slick wetness smeared around my glutes was kind of a dead giveaway.

One mighty press, getting as deep inside of Summer as was possible, and I unloaded. Summer's mouth left my neck to pant in my ear as my orgasm caused hers to start.

Sandwiched between the twins, I just didn't want to move. I turned my face and kissed Summer gratefully, Winter finally letting up on the suction to gently lick at what I was sure was a very large suction bruise.

Having gotten my gratitude to Summer expressed, I backed off of her and nuzzled her upturned nose with mine a little before turning to look at Winter over my shoulder. "Do you want some attention too?"

Winter smiled brightly at me, her ivory skin flushed across the bridge of her nose. "I'm good, Master. I got off a lot humping on your gorgeous butt."

I blinked. "Are you sure? That doesn't seem fair."

"Your ass is glorious, Master," she insisted. "Thank you for letting me play with it."

I turned my gaze to Summer questioningly.

Summer smiled, seemingly very satiated. She stroked my ribs with her smooth palms and told me, "It is, Master. Very much so."

Winter finally got up from my back, and I figured it was time for me to get out of Summer as well. I eased my length from her, causing her forehead to scrunch up between her eyebrows at the sensation.

Once I'd rolled over beside my ebony beauty, I had a tiny redhead between my legs cleaning off my cock with her tongue, and Winter dove between her twin sister's thighs to work on her.

I relaxed and looked to the other side of the bed, where Kimberly and Bridgette were still playing with each other.

It was a beautiful sight, Bridgette's giant round bottom in the air as she and Kimberly kissed and fingered each other, rubbing their giant tits against the other's pair.

I'd given Bridgette the sensitive nipples that the others had, per her request, but having sensitive skin like the twins proved to be too much for her to handle. She got reshaped too often at work, and she wasn't quiet when she orgasmed at all.

There were a handful of apologies and refunds of fees because of her screaming that day.

As though Bridgette knew that I was thinking about it, she threw her head back and screamed her pleasure.

Kimberly batted the blonde's hand away from her core and furiously humped Bridgette's thigh for only a second or two, and then she was cumming as well. The busty Japanese goddess flopped bonelessly back down to the mattress and stopped breathing, her eyes rolled back into her head.

Returning my gaze to my very best friend as she cleaned my cock with her little pink tongue, I just savored the attention and her beautiful, innocent face as she focused on not missing a single bit of what either myself or what Summer had left behind.

Pixie looked up at me, and one eyebrow rose. "The twins really did a number on your neck there, Jeffery. You're going to want to heal that up."

I had the urge to cross my arms that I fought down. "Yeah, I know. But these are my first hickeys, so I'm keeping them until the last minute."

Pixie's other eyebrow rose to join its partner. "Oh really?" she wondered, and then her face twisted into mischief incarnate. The redhead dove down and locked her mouth to my thigh, sucking as hard as she could.

It startled a laugh out of me, and I jerked forward to pull her off. That's when Summer smashed her tits to my chest and pushed me back down to the mattress, tackling me from the side. She immediately started yet another hickey on my shoulder.

"Ack!" I started to try and struggle out from under her and Winter clambered around her sister to suck on the side of my waist, pinning me down even more with her chest spreading over my abs. Pixie wrapped her limbs around the leg she was molesting, trying to keep me still as I jerked around.

It tickled, and felt wonderful, and also hurt just a little bit, but in the best way. "Help!" I pleaded, looking over to Kimberly and Bridgette and begging with my eyes.

They looked at each other before racing over to us on hands and knees, two pairs of gigantic tits dragging on the mattress sheet. Bridgette laid her heavy body down on the leg Pixie wasn't attacking and locked her lips to right over my hip bone, while Kimberly sealed her mouth to the front of my neck, holding down the hand that wasn't beneath the twins with both of hers.

It wasn't long before I was bellowing in laughter and squirming uncontrollably. I kept every one of those seven hickeys until Monday morning, finally shaping the suction bruises away before getting dressed for work.

That first hickey, the one that Winter had worked on for so long, was actually black in color and I was oddly proud of that discolored patch of skin in particular. It was almost a shame to get rid of it.

******

It was a simple matter to swipe my thumb over the man's upper lip, erasing the scar from the cleft lip he'd been born with and had surgery to correct.

I tilted my head, making sure it looked symmetrical, and handed him the hand mirror from the desktop. "How's that?"

"Wow," he breathed, touching his unmarred skin with a gentle finger.

"Really look now, Mr. Collins. I want you happy with it before you leave here."

"This is perfect," he assured me.

"Okay, if you're satisfied, then I think we're done here. Make sure you stop at reception and check out, okay?"

"Unbelievable. Two seconds and it's just... gone!" he disbelieved, still looking in the mirror.

I chuckled, and got up to go wash my hands again. "Scars really don't take me a lot of time." I washed and dried my hands, and Mr. Collins still hadn't put the mirror down. It wasn't a big deal if he wanted to stare at his face for awhile, he could use the room for as long as he liked. We had plenty more. "Have yourself a nice day now, Mr. Collins."

I got a distracted wave back as I picked up his file, leaving the room and making my stop at Janice's desk.

My excellent coordinator exchanged the file in my hands for a new one. "Room Seven. Consultation for a John Smith."

My brow raised in humor. "Inventive name," I commented.

Janice just rolled her eyes and pointed at Seven.

I huffed in suppressed laughter, but did as I was bade and walked to Room Seven.

Entering the room, there was a plain-looking man in a suit with a receding hairline waiting for me.

"Hello, Mr. Smith. I'm Jeff Marks," I greeted. I strode forward to shake his hand.

The man didn't even blink, just pulled a silenced handgun from his pocket, pointed it at my head, and squeezed the trigger.