Joanna Sings the Blues

Her reflection stared at her with contempt. She watched the mirror silently as she slid a comb through the sprawling locks atop her head. Repeatedly she pushed the bristles down, her eyes rolling as they followed them gliding through her straightened strands. “Is that all you’re going to do to prepare for tonight’s show, Joanna?” The young girl turned around in her rotating stool, her fingers clenching tightly onto the handle of her comb. He stared at her coolly from the lounge couch, while his feet were propped up onto the nearby glass table. A smirk clung to his face and his gaze latched onto Joanna’s as his eyes seemed unable to look anywhere else.

“Jaxson…, what else am I supposed to be doing?” Joanna stood herself up and turned around. Her stiff frame now showed clearly in the mirror. The long dress she wore clung tightly against her un-curvy body, forming itself around her rectangular build. Its dark and muted colors accented her modest, and otherwise tiny self. With an expression as plain as her appearance, she sighed at the sight of it.

“Plenty of things actually, and not one of them involves prettying yourself up any further.” Jaxson swung his feet from the table and onto the floor in front of him. Without a sound, he pushed himself up, just as a bird would glide through the sky. He walked over to her, his feet clapping along the dirty wooden paneling below him. She watched him near her in the reflection of the mirror, her fingers fidgeting at the sight of his confident stride. He stood himself beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Bending down, he leaned his head atop her shoulder, resting it alongside her cheek. “If I could make one suggestion, I would…,” lifting his arms, he brought his hands up to her face, his fingers clenching with only his pointer fingers sticking out. Pushing them against the corners of her mouth, he gently lifted them, forcing a petit smile across her anxious demeanor. “And voila, now you’re perfect and ready to go.”

Joanna stared into the mirror. A bright red shirt covered his torso, with cool blue jeans meeting in the middle. His hair was wild and unkempt, strands flinging all around from the top of his skull. While the smile on her face was forced, the one on his seemed so natural, as if grinning was second nature to him. It all clashed against her plain garment and straightened hair like two trains going in opposite directions. Joanna averted her eyes downward, and way from the mirror.

“C’mon, Joanna. You need to learn how to smile for yourself.” His eyes brightened, gleaming off from the reflective glass in front of them. “Here, I know something that might help you out with that.” Jaxson unraveled his arms from around her and walked briskly over to the side of the room. A modestly sized lump sat against the wall, shrouded by a musky piece of cloth which was obviously drawn from one of the room’s equally musky closets. Joanna tilted her head. It had lingered in the room’s corner since she had walked in. Unassuming and unobtrusive. Having since assumed it was related to someone else, a slight curiosity began to gnaw at her from within. “I was asked to give this to you from a secret admirer, and so I stashed it here to reveal to you after your performance. But upon reconsideration, I think it would do more good for you to see before the show.”

Grabbing a hold of the blanket with clenching knuckles, Jaxson tossed the cloth up and over with a slight flick from his wrists, sending off an army of dust particles which careened through the air as he did so. A thick cloud filled the room. Joanna covered her moth as she coughed, her eyes watering through their tightly shut lids. Jaxson waved his arms frantically in front of his face, coughing hysterically as he tried to fend off the suffocating mist. As they flailed their arms about hopelessly, the dust slowly began to settle as each particle drifted gently back to the ground. Joanna wiped an arm across her watering eyes, a line of crow’s feet gripping the sides of her face as she blinked tightly. With a few more strokes against her arms, Joanna was able to faintly perceive the room through her squinting eyes.

The blaring red of Jaxon’s shirt shined through the remaining tears in Joanna’s vision, and his bright, albeit, sheepish smile still managed to capture her attention as it always did. “S-sorry about that.” With a light chuckle, Jaxson picked up what he wanted to reveal and swiftly he began to trek it over towards Joanna. He cradled the weaved basket in his arms like a baby wrapped in swindle. Not once did his smile falter as he brought the present up for her to examine.

Joanna leaned over, her eyes looking rapidly across the innards of her supposed gift. A bouquet of roses lined the bottom, their frail, thin petals poking out over the top. A box of chocolates accompanied the collection of greenery, which Joanna promptly ignored as she reached a gentle hand into the basket, wrapping her fingers sweetly along the firm stems. “I’ve never seen blue roses before.” She brought them up to her face, burying her nose into the thin petals. Her serious expression lightened, her tight skin easing as it relaxed along her eyes, brow, and lips. Lowering the floral fragrance from her nose, Joanna looked up at Jaxson, a meek smile greeting his gaze as she beamed it to him. “Jaxson…, these are beautiful.”

Jaxson linked his arms behind his back and kicked at the floor modestly. “I’m glad you like them so much, but you should know, this isn’t from me.” Joanna’s brow furrowed along her eyes. “I already told you, didn’t I?  This was from a secret admirer. A good luck gift for your performance tonight.” He began to twiddle his thumbs, his tone softening as he spoke to her. “They were too shy to give them to you directly, they said, but all the same they wanted to show their support.”  Reaching up, he grabbed one of her hands, his fingers squeezing it gently. “Joanna, someone out there notices you. And they want to see you succeed. See? It’s not just me.” Joanna’s face flushed and she turned her head down to the floor, her stupid grin still clinging onto her face. “This is what you wanted right? To be noticed? That’s why you decided to perform in this talent show tonight, correct? So the whole town can finally see the real you, as you’ve put it before?”

Joanna’s lips trembled, but with a brief inhale she answered. “Y-yes.”

“Then take them. This is the fruit of your labor.” Jaxson pushed the basket into her chest, his stern face staring into her eyes as he held the present directly against her. Joanna placed the rose back down along its peers, her freed hand now gripping the handle. With her other hand, she supported the bottom, lifting the basket up from Jaxson entirely. The contents of the weaved container shook as she trembled under its light weight. Through the handle she saw Jaxson smile. “How does it feel? The support you get from other people can be a bit on the heavy side, huh?” Reaching under, he placed a hand beneath the basket, his warm fingers securing themselves against her own hand. “But it’s that very same support that gives you the strength needed to carry it all, right?” The basket became stationary in their hold, the roses and chocolates coming to a halt inside. Joanna’s chest heaved as she stared at him, while Jaxson’s grin widened as he stared at her.

The door behind them flew open, it’s rusty handle slamming against the wall. Between the door way, a stout elderly woman stood somberly. With an earpiece and microphone attached to her head, and a clipboard clenched in her hands, she stared at them blankly. “Ms. Joanna Basely?” Joanna turned around, her torso bending awkwardly as she split herself between the woman and the basket in front of her. “Ok, sweetie, you’re up next.” The woman’s voice was blank and without any expression. “You’ve got exactly five minutes.” Without another monotone word she grabbed the door handle with her spindly fingers and closed it behind her, securing the barricade shut with a feint click.

Joanna turned her head back towards Jaxson, her eyes shot wide like a deer in headlights. “Ok, Joanna this is it.” Jaxson took the basket back into his hands and set it on the ground between them. Stepping around the gift, he positioned his body against Joanna’s. “Now listen, this is what you wanted, it’s silly to be afraid of something you want, right?” He wrapped his hands around her frame and secured against his own. “I’ve seen you sing that song as many times as I’ve seen you brush your hair.” He brought his head in, pushing his nose to the side of her face as he kissed her, naturally locking their lips like it was nothing. Joanna felt her heart flutter as her mind became flustered in its skull. Her body convulsed, the nerves that coated it flaring upon receiving his affection. Their lips separated with a wet smack. He looked at her with eyes ablaze. “Singing that song should be like riding a bike. How in the hell could you mess it up now when I’ve seen you do it right so many times before?”

Joanna looked to the ground, her shaking hands reeling along each other below her waist. Still she smiled, her dimples poking out along the sides of her mouth. A quiet sigh radiated from her lungs and she slowly brought her head up, her neck muscles straining as she went against their natural instinct. Looking directly into Jaxson’s gaze, her face loosened as the smile she wore widened, her now rosy cheeks having been pushed as far apart as possible. Jaxson squinted against her glowing expression, chuckling to himself as he cupped his soft fingers under her chin. “That’a girl.” He stroked her face with the back of his hand. “See? Nothing to worry about. You have no reason to looks so blue.”

“Blue?” Jaxson turned Joanna’s body around and began to push her towards the door, the sudden rush preventing her from further lingering on his comment. Opening the door for her, he stepped to the side, nodding his head at her as she walked out. Pulling the knob behind him, he then stood himself next to her, his right arm reaching up with his fingers held out. Looking down at his hand, she reached her own up, and together they locked their fingers.

They hurriedly walked down the hallway without another word, their racing footsteps echoing through the empty corridor of the back stage. An endless row of shut doors led them on, their closed entrances preventing them from going anywhere other than straight on ahead. Jaxson smiled the whole way down, his genuine happiness not once wavering as he kept up his preppy demeanor.

Joanna’s chest thumped against her dress. With her fingers clenched, she tensed herself as she neared the stage. Through her heavy breaths, she kept up a smile of her own. Her teeth were bared into a grin, framed against her face like a window which looked out against freshly fallen snow.

Turning a quick left through the hallway, it was then the light of the stage soon blared through. The sound of a seemingly endless barrage of cheering and clapping echoed through the wall, piercing Joanna’s nerves like an icicle. Her palms became sweaty against Jaxson’s and her body began to tremble slightly. As they strided together towards the entrance, the same elderly lady from before walked up to Joanna, seemingly out of nowhere. “There you are. Like to live on the edge do we?

The pale woman grabbed Joanna’s other arm and effortlessly pried her away from Jaxson. Walking her to the stage she continued talking, the same drab voice ringing along Joanna’s ears like a deep dull bell. “Make sure to talk directly into the microphone, remember to use diction when introducing yourself, and please try to keep any stuttering to a minimum.”

Joanna looked back, catching a quick glimpse of Jaxson’s huge smile before being pushed out into the stage. With Joanna where she needed to be, the crew lady drew a pin and scribbled along the clipboard in her hand. She walked along past Jaxson without a word as she continued writing, her eyes unwavering from the paper in front of her.

Hearing Joanna’s name being introduced over the speakers, Jaxson looked up, his shoulder rising as he sighed. “Here’s to hoping the color flushes back into her face,” he whispered o himself. “That nervous blue does not suit her well.” He shook his head and crossed his arms, his body leaning as he rested it against the nearest wall. Joanna’s body now faced towards the roaring audience, the stage lights illuminating her like a descending angle.

Joanna squinted as the lights overhead blinded her. Hundreds of different faces had focused themselves directly towards her direction, their collected eyes simultaneously gazing at her as though they were one. Looking down she saw three people sitting at a head table, the tiny plaque in front of them spelling out the word, “judges.” Only three were official, but gazing around with her sunken in eyes, she knew the actual number far extended that. The man who sat in the middle leaned over. “Well, Ms. Basely?”
A lump rolled down her throat as Joanna gulped. “Ah, h-hello.” She looked around aimlessly, her squinting eyes limiting her view. The judge’s lips curled as he stared at her.

“And what will you be preforming for us tonight?”

“O-oh, umm.” Joanna reached a hand behind her neck, her wrist twisting as she twirled her hair. “I-I’ll be singing a song for you all tonight. H-heh.” Her voice cracked as she laughed. The three judges looked amongst themselves silently.

“I see, very well then. Please, commence with your act when you are ready.” The judge waved his hand as he spoke. Linking his fingers together, he leaned back in his chair, his hand resting on his chest as he watched her blankly. The other two beside him quickly followed suit, preforming his mannerisms like a rehearsed troop.

“R-right.” Joanna’s entire body jumped when a sudden track began to boom across the audience. Shaking her head into place, she came to recognize it as the one she had previously picked out for her performance. Ready or not her que was given to her. The music started low, introduced solely by a lone deep violin which began to play in melancholy. Soon, other instruments began to join, building the music more and more. Joanna inhaled deeply, her chest clenching in on itself. With one more nod she opened her mouth, giving herself away to the music as she thus accompanied it with her voice.

It radiated across the audience, the speakers overhead shooting her own performance back at her. The viewing crowd was silent, neither booing nor cheering upon hearing her talent. The three stiff judges watched from the table, blank faced, and unexpressive.

Jaxson clenched his fist, smiling as he watched her preform. “Keep going, keep going, don’t crack now,” he mumbled to himself. His heart sank within his chest. Every note she hit was on point, and every word she sung was clear and audible. But the blue that previously coated her nose had only spread as it now covered her face entirely. “Ohh, please don’t let your nerves win this fight, Joanna.”

It all felt like a blur. The audience fazed into nothing, and the judges disappeared into darkness. All Joanna was aware off was herself and her song. She continued to sing, the words slipping from her throat like butter. It seemed as though she was only preforming for herself. All of the sudden, the odd couple hundred people or so who sat watching mattered not. The strain of anxiety lifted from her chest, and she felt her voice burst out in response, her throat vibrating as she shouted out what she had wanted to for so long. Good or bad, this was what she had to offer. Her stomach churned violently inside her, ravished by butterflies. Her head was set ablaze by countless conflicting emotions. Through the chaos her brain felt a brief moment of clarity.

“It doesn’t matter what they think of you, Joanna…, I only wish for once you could feel happiness for yourself, and realize what they think of you doesn’t define who you are.” Jaxson held his hands to his chest as he watched. Gazing somberly from the side, he could only begin to imagine what it was that was going through her head as she performed in front of them all.

Joanna could feel her gut clenching. Her chest felt light and free, but still, a strange sensation formed in her midsection. She continued on with her performance, doing her best to keep her mind off of the strange inward intrusion.

Jaxson gasped, his hands going limp by his side. The audience began to mumble amongst themselves, some even reaching out and pointing at what they saw. The judges leaned towards each other, pondering amongst themselves.

“Is this part of the act?”

“How does she do that?”

“What’s happening to her?”

Joanna continued to sing. With her eyes closed she was lost completely within her own consciousness. Nothing else mattered. Not the audience, not the judges, nor the fame or fortune if there was any to be found. Not even Jaxson. This is what she had wanted for so many years. To prove to herself what she was capable off. Because in the end, it was only herself that mattered.

Jaxson licked his lips nervously, unsure if he should interrupt her or let her finish. With the whispering amongst the audience growing audibly, it was far too late to prevent them from noticing. “Oh dear, I think this goes far beyond simple nervousness…”

Joanna’s vocal cords wavered in her throat, shivering as she held onto her final note. As the recording in the background faded, so did her voice. With her last lyric sung she finally opened her eyes, her innards reeling over what she had just accomplished. She smiled lightly, looking across the audience for a response. Nothing. All she saw were the pointing fingers, the confused expressions, and the crooked brows of the judges in front of her. No applause came to her, only the subtle screeching of whispering clawed through her ears. Her heart swelled with anxiety, growing heavy in her chest. Stammering to herself, she reverted back to her old ways and averted her eyes down and away from the audience.

Joanna’s breath became caught in her throat, and slowly she raised her hands up to cover her embarrassed face. Halfway up, however, she stopped. Turning her wrists around, she gazed silently as she observed a blue coloring which had overtaken her skin. Joanna’s eyes shot along the crowed, the inside of her chest beginning to pulse violently. Turning over to Jaxson, she felt her stomach jump when she saw him making the same confused face as everyone else. Pinching the front of her dress, she pulled it out slightly and gazed down into the garment. Joanna gasped when she saw her premonition had come true. From her neck down, all she could see was blue. Letting the dress snap back against her skin, Joanna slowly began to walk away from the front of the stage, her heavy legs straining with every step.

No one stood up or moved from their seat. Each person just sat as they were, watching silently at her transformation. Her breaths became rapid, her bosoms rising and sinking rapidly. Unable to mutter a word, her lips grew dry, as well as her brain. All she was able to focus on were the endless pairs of eyes staring, every one of them seemingly unable to pry themselves off of her.  Her frame began to shiver violently, her knees locking as she latched herself to the spot she stood on.

Jaxson looked back and forth between her and the audience, his mind racing over what to do. With a sigh he clenched his fists and ran himself onto the stage. Jogging up next to Joanna, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, leaning his head against hers, “C’mon, let’s get you off of here,” he whispered gently into her ear.

Joanna silently stared at him. Her eyes were wide and full of fear, tears beginning to form within them. Jaxson pulled her body forward, but the terror that weighed her body down had rooted her to the stage, making her tiny frame become stiff and strained like a tree. “C’mon, Joanna, you need to get off of here. Something obviously isn’t right, we need to get you to a doctor or something.” His voice became louder, his growing frustration fueling his tone. Jaxson gripped her arms tightly, forcing them away from her torso. Despite the icy color, her skin was hot to the touch.

A loud gurgle interrupted Jaxson’s struggle, and together the two peered down to Joanna’s stomach. Another wet rumble belched out from her midsection, echoing into the microphone in front of her, reverberating the embarrassing noise across the audience for everyone to hear. Slowly, Joanna placed a hand over her stomach, rubbing it gently. Looking up to the person next to her, Joanna moaned uncomfortably. “J-Jaxson…, I don’t feel so good.”

The rumbling from her stomach continued, groaning and growling endlessly. All Jaxson could do was tilt his head. Looking up to Joanna, he saw her eyes had become tired and sickly, her weary pupils looking at him desperately. Without a word he read them clearly. “I just want to go home now.” Joanna reeled over suddenly, scrunching her entire face as she clenched at her stomach. Wrapping both of her arms tightly around her midsection, her chest heaved as she panted heavily, her shaky breaths riddled with panic. “Ohh…,” her wails were low and weak. Gritting her teeth, she grunted as a sudden force began to push out from under her arms.

Jaxson removed his arms from around her. Stepping away slowly, he watched intently as he saw a lump slowly forming from beneath her interlocked limbs. With a stuttering tongue, he meekly stated the only thing that came to his mind. “J-Joanna, y-you’re swelling up.”
She could feel the inside of her stomach pulsing. Something was definitely pushing out from within her. Joanna winced, the building force tightening behind her strained arms. She grunted as she restrained the mounting gut, her arms bulging as they attempted to withhold herself from spilling out in front of everyone. From the blue of her skin, to the endless rumbling within, what she had hoped would begin her life, all the sudden backfired, ending it in one single night.

Jaxson stood himself at a distance, his eyes racing wildly as he watched. With so many things for them to focus on, actually being able to seemed impossible. He gawked with his mouth hung open, his sweating fingers hanging idly by his side. Joanna continued to swell in front of him, and all he could do was stare. With nary a word, he examined her as she began to fill elsewhere. In the desperate attempt to withhold her stomach, Joanna’s reclined head seemed unaware to the two growing lumps that had begun to take shape behind her, the collective mounds now gradually filling out the base of her dress.

Joanna gasped. With one more jolt from her midsection, her stomach erupted from between her arms, spilling out in front of her. The sound of tearing cloth lingered in her ears, and with watering eyes she held her belly up. A somber gaze looked down to see her exposed navel as it poked out from the hole that had strewn along the center of her dress. “Oohh…,” was all she could do to protest.

Joanna’s body wobbled as it inflated, the substance that filled her apparently being liquid based. She held her weary hands atop her growing gut, her clenched fingers digging into her swelling skin. Her feet stammered as she turned her torso around awkwardly.  Jaxson watched her face turn from a deep blue to an even darker purple, her sad eyes gazing across her widening ass. Joanna turned her midsection back around, her innards sloshing with every movement, echoing into the microphone in front of her.

The bottom of Joanna’s dress slowly rode up, sliding across her plumping legs. Her stomach bulged as she bent over, her arms jiggling as she grasped at the garment with her fat fingers. Pitiful grunts followed each useless tug, unstoppable, her tightening attire continued its crawl upward. The poor girl clenched her eyes shut in anticipation. Releasing her weak hold on the dress, her body shot back up like a loaded spring, her blue belly jiggling violently as her frame was forced back into place by her swelling midsection. She whimpered as she felt the straining bit of clothing begin to pull up against her crotch. Filling out, her legs slowly began to spread apart as the bits between them widened. Her dress now rode across the bottom of her stomach, while the rest of her continued to grow down. With her rainbow striped panties exposed, Joanna gave up. Her eyes remained tightly shut as she quietly accepted her fate, a stream of tears rolling down her blue cheeks.

Everyone in the audience had remained seated. Some faint “oohs” and “awws” belittled her in the beginning, but as she grew, these soon petered down to a heavy silence, one that made Joanna all the more aware of the countless eyes that beheld her transformation.
Encasing herself into blackness, Joanna moaned to herself, the sides of her blue face scrunching as she shut her eyes dutifully. She tried to recalibrate her mind, hoping to focus it on anything other than what she was experiencing. She imagined green meadows, clear skies, and frolicking forest critters within her brain. For a brief moment she was able to escape, but the skies quickly turned dark inside her head. Subconsciously, the animals she pictured began to flee, and before long she imagined a flood, huge waves of rushing blue liquid overtaking the landscape in the blink of an eye, drowning everything in the dreaded color. She shook her head and slowly opened her eyes. The filling in her stomach, the gurgling in her ears, the burning sensation her skin felt upon being watched by so many pairs of eyes. It was simply too much to ignore.

Joanna’s arms soon began to rise up alongside her. Already pudgy and fat, her two appendages swelled out even further, surging with the liquid that filled the rest of her body. Gradually spreading apart more and more, her legs synonymously followed the same pattern, her thighs widening beside her swollen crotch. She silently looked back and forth amongst the crowed, another flow of tears wetting her face as she sighed to herself. Whatever it was they paid for entry, she was certain they had gotten more than they had previously bargained for.

Nearly every extremity on Joanna had fallen victim to the growing effects of whatever it was that fueled her growth. She looked down over her body, peering along what her previously flat frame had turned into. Regardless of her bird’s eye view, the idea she was able to perceive for herself was severely limited. Her blue belly was the most prominent sight within her limited vision, it’s bulbous blue presence sticking out as it strained beneath her dress. Without a word she watched the plain attire as it slid against her skin, the base of the garment rising up and above even her belly button. Slight tears continued to form along the sewn cloth, her blue skin bulging out from every hole that formed atop her dress.

Endless groans and gurgles emitted from her innards, complementing the creaking of her tensing dress. The inside of her stomach churned and sloshed, causing her to moan faintly as the stirring liquids brought about a slight queasiness within her. Her arms had become too swollen to move or bend, she was completely helpless to do anything.

Joanna felt unbelievably full, and unbearably tight. It seemed as though every inch of her body was being pressed to its limit. At least, almost every inch of her, that was. Joanna looked down once more along herself, her face wincing. An odd tingling sensation had begun to form along her chest. Poking from beneath her bra, both of her nipples simultaneously became sensitive. Joanna felt her skin crawl as the two dots rubbed against the silk that wrapped around her top, and without fully realizing it, she started to grunt and moan faintly at the sensation.

All her life, Joanna had considered herself to be of the “underdeveloped” category. In her mind she reflected back to when her and Jaxson had first started dating back in high school. Because of her square build, the other students that attended class with them would often ask Jaxson if he had yet to “flick the brick,” as they called it.

“If only they could see me now…,” she mumbled to herself as she gazed over her rounding frame.

Joanna’s heart began to thump, the tingling in her chest becoming more prominent. She chewed on her lip while her large body began to tremble, unsure as to how it should react towards the intensifying sensitivity. The top portion of her dress started to tighten rapidly, even more so then the rest of her attire as the clothes she wore began sink in against her bloated skin. Her tongue hung from her mouth, rising up and down slightly as she panted like a dog in heat.

It was a subtle transition. The two tiny lumps that sat along Joanna’s chest had always been there, but when compared to what was happening to the rest of her, it was understandable how the majority who watched payed little attention to them. Now, however, as if the liquid inside her had begun to improvise, the modest growths had begun to grow. Two perked dots pushed against her dress, filling out the strained garment as her bust began to swell. Rounding out, similar to the rest of Joanna’s body, a pair of complete circles took shape. They pushed forth, the skin that formed them swaying gently as they became packed with liquid. Sloshing and bubbling, growling and groaning, where puberty had failed her, whatever it was that was happening had now picked up the slack.

Joanna bit her tongue, unable to form any coherent words in response. Her hands writhed, the fingers that lined them curling and clenching, fueled by a sudden uneasiness. Her chest cavity constricted, the racing heart that rested within it suffocating itself in excitement as it throbbed uncontrollably. A cold sweat broke out along her body which trembled in place, sloshing as the liquid inside it was stirred.

The top of her dress began to split apart, a V-shape forming along the separating strands of cloth. Her new bosoms spilled out, filling out against the exposed bra which struggled to contain them. The skin which had managed to withhold the endlessly mounting pressure started to subtly creak. Her torso rounded, forming a circular shape as it swelled. Her crotch billowed down, touching the floor in its emasculate growth. Her arms promptly began to recede, slowly becoming swallowed within her encompassing inflation.  Her feet lifted from the ground, the plain white socks that covered her legs disappearing into her broadening thighs. Joanna began to teeter, her large, almost spherical frame rocking gently against her crotch. Her entire body was being supported solely by her rainbow panties, which had constricted themselves tightly against her sensitive skin. Her belly spilled over the elastic band, hanging above the colorful pair of underwear.

Looking out over the crowed, Joanna felt a sudden rush of liquid fill her mouth. Her cheeks puffed, bloating along her face as though she had stuffed them full of food at a buffet. From underneath her neck, her body caught up. It ballooned out below her, rising up like dough along her dainty collar. Pushing up against her face, her vision became blurred as her cheeks were forced up against her eyes. Tiny blots of liquid thus began to dribble from her lips, leaking out from her mouth as her body was filled to its highest capacity. With one last roaring wet growl from her innards, Joanna’s transformation was complete.

Joanna was barely able to twirl her wrists, her two hands hanging pitifully along her sides, unable to do much else. With some effort she was able to move her feet up and down below her, but being a good foot or two off the ground, trying to do so was merely a waste. Her neck was trapped by the shrouding flesh below, her head reclining within her own skin, unable to look about freely. For all that had become rendered useless, she was still capable of reeling her eyes whichever direction they wanted. But when the only direction they were capable of meant facing the hundreds of heads staring directly back at them, why they would want to do anything other than clamp themselves shut was anyone’s guess. Thus, faced against the silently gazing world in front of them, shutting themselves tightly is exactly what they did.

Jaxson pulled at his shirt collar in silence. Even if he had something to say, who would hear it? Given Joanna’s height, he’d have to holler just to have a chance for his words to reach her ears. However, hollering would mean bringing even more attention towards her, and a subtle hunch in his head gave him the idea that she would not appreciate that. So he remained in place, his eyes fixated on the rocking ball of blue that rested in front of him, just like everyone else in the audience.

No whispers echoed from the ether, no feint mumbles or giggles, nothing. Along with wooden stage which creaked under her weight, all that could be heard was a feint sloshing from Joanna as the liquid swished inside her. The suffocating silence weighed everyone down, planting them where they currently resided, afraid to move, for fear of breaking the quiet.

With a clench in his chest, Jaxson made the first move. His footsteps resounded against the petrified wood of the stage. He reared his legs up, slowly moving them along as he attempted to bring them down with as little weight as possible. It made no difference. If his feet didn’t thump against the wood, then it creaked under even the tiniest bit of weight regardless. Realizing his steady movement only dragged out the agonizing sounds, Jaxson perked his frame up and hastily scuttled along until he was center stage. With his back to the audience, he turned himself toward Joanna, his neck and back arching up as he gazed at the enormous girl.

Only the very top of her head was visible, the rest of it remained obscured by her new voluptuous friends. The tips of her clenched knuckles loomed out over her, but beyond that, from the waist up, she was seldom visible. Her naval protruded forth in plain sight however, pushed out that much more as her dress submerged itself tightly against her body. If someone leaned in and looked closely, they would be able to see her skin swaying ever so slightly, waving along itself like the ocean’s surface as the liquid it contained failed to settle completely.  Staring directly in front of her, however, one would begin to blush deeply as they found themselves face to face with her exposed panties. The vibrant, multicolored pattern of her undergarments felt more at home with the more exotic blue that surrounded it, as opposed the bleak brown it found itself accompanied by previously. Still, they managed to stick out like a sore thumb against her, and along with the slight indent caused by the parts she had concealed behind them, her panties had become all the more eye catching. At least, for those brazened enough to not mind being caught with their eyes positioned solely on that particular spot.

Jaxson, in spite of being her personal partner, felt a heavy shame well up in is heart at the sight of her in such a vulnerable position. His face promptly turned red and his eyes wavered back and forth restlessly, unsure if it was less improper to remain starting at her shapely panties, or at the two blue blobs that hung overhead. His throat curled as he gulped. Twiddling his thumbs, he reflected to himself, his mind lost on how he had hoped his first time seeing her so exposed would be under more pleasant, and most importantly, more private, conditions.

The tension finally broke, and from behind Jaxson, the petit sounds of clicking footsteps was heard, gradually growing louder as they approached him. The symmetric noise was topped with a series of wheezy coughs and sputters, prompting Jaxson to turn around to see what had canceled out the silence.

He wasn’t a very tall man, and scrawny as anything to be sure. His tiny legs carried him up the stairs, and from there they scampered him forward and towards Jaxson. He looked up at the boy who had a full head above him and then tucked a shaking hand into the chest pocket of his sweat stained shirt. He pulled out an already drenched handkerchief and swiped along his shiny brow, the sweat that coated it glistening under the stage lights. “Y-yes, I t-think this has gone far enough.” Jaxson raised an eyebrow.

The short man stepped away from Jaxson and grabbed the microphone at the front of the stage. “Y-es yes, h-hello, hello?” His mouse like voice barely squeaked, even when reverberated through the giant surrounding speakers which hung overhead. “H-howdy everyone, I- I think it best if we wrapped up the show tonight.” The skin along his face turned red, as if every word he spoke gripped at his throat tighter, and tighter. “I-I’m sorry to say, b-but this will obviously have to be dealt with, a-and we will be incapable to continue to show until this issue is addressed and fixed. I’m very, very, very, very, very, very, sorry about this folks.” His weak voice made his words sound as though he was pleading instead of demanding.

The audience turned heads amongst each other, amazingly so considering it was because of the tiny man on stage and not the towering blue girl behind him. A slight bit of conversing began to reach out from the crowd, the room filling with the heavy whispering of their collective voices, most of which carried out their verbal speculation towards what to do. The security that watched the doors moved themselves forward. Gazing amongst the crowd, they began to holler out, repeating the exact same words the man on stage had just said, only this time with the type of voice necessary for them to mean anything. A few people gradually got up, slowly edging themselves along the aisles in front of the chairs. A few thus turned into quite a few, and gradually, more and more heads began to stand up, working themselves out of the stadium without question.

The tiny man turned his head away from the microphone and clenched at his chest, his face scrunching as he sighed. With the horde below leaking out through the exits he faced his fragile frame completely towards Jaxson. His two beady eyes gazed solemnly at the boy, the petit dos reclining into their sockets as they perceived Jaxson staring away from him completely.

Jaxson watched the closest wing of the stage, silently observing the shrouded sideline as the other lingering performers gradually made their exit. They stared at both him and Joanna with varying expressions. Some eyes flared at him, the brows that topped them furrowing down like a slopped grave site. Others were wide and full of amazement, stooped by the show stealing occurrence that blew up in front of them. One or two pairs even gleamed at him, almost as though they were silently laughing at them. While it was evident some were more torn apart by the abrupt disturbance than others, they all cleared out regardless. Amongst the crowd he failed to see the face that had given him the bouquet originally, and thus, as they all slipped away, so did the pair of eyes that held within them the malicious mind responsible for this.

“Ah, uh, grr,” the man fiddled at his fingers, unsure as to how he should go about refocusing the boy’s attention back onto him. With his tongue failing him, he tiptoed up to Jaxson, clenching at his sleeve and pulling it with his fingers like a child wanting to be picked up by their mother. “E-Excuse me young man.” Jaxson gasped when his focus was broken. Looking down he saw the man staring back up at him, his wrinkled head gazing up from atop his stiff, petrified body. “I-I believe w-we have some matters to discuss here.”

Jaxson turned his eyes towards Joanna. She rocked subtly, the fluid inside her pushing her back and forth as they swished around. Otherwise, she was motionless. And without any noises to be heard from her aside the usual sloshing, it was difficult to gauge how she was handling everything that had happened to her. Jaxson sighed before crouching down onto his knees, allowing himself to come face to face with the man. With their eyes finally meeting, he tapped a finger atop his knee as he listened.

“Ah, yes, v-very good.” The man’s hands writhed around each other like a pair of wrestling snakes. His eyes jittered back and forth, the two dots visibly struggling to remain in contact with Jaxson’s. ‘Now, a-as you may already k-know, as the town’s m-mayor, it is my duty to inform you that y-your girlfriend here has caused q-quite a stir within this here t-talent show. A-and not the s-sort of s-stir the fine people who showed up were h-hoping to see.”

“Wait, you’re the town’s mayor?” Jaxson blurted out the words unintentionally.

The man’s entire body collapsed within itself, causing his already tiny build to shrink down even further. “O-of course I am.” He proclaimed in a voice which had been meant to replicate a tone of sternness. “H-how does one not know who am I am?”
Jaxson looked away awkwardly. “Sorry, guess I don’t pay as much attention to politics as I should.”

The man wiped his brow with his handkerchief. “I-I would certainly like to t-think so.” Stuffing the sweat drenched cloth back into the pocket of his sweat drenched shirt, he continued. “Now, as I had m-mentioned, your lover’s little h-happening has thrown quite the w-wrench into our p-production.” Jaxson’s face wrinkled upon hearing the mousy man refer to Joanna as his lover. “A-as such I have n-no choice but to a-automatically give you two the r-reward money.”

Jaxson’s body reclined away from the man. “What?”

He nodded subtly, his stubby neck reeling up and down as it shook his small head. “I-if you two can p-promise to keep quiet about this, w-we will give you the m-money, in e-exchange.”

Jaxson scratched at his head. “Keep quiet about this? But an entire stadium of people saw what happened. What good is keeping quiet going to do?”

The man wiped the sweat which covered his cheek with his shirt sleeve. “A-as mayor, i-it is my d-duty to know my people. As s-such, I have full confidence t-they will forget about this in n-no time. So long, t-that is, as they are not reminded of it.” Without hesitation he reached out his hand, the first thing all night he seemed confident in doing.

Jaxson looked slowly up at Joanna, his heart wrenching in his chest for her. “I…”

“Don’t have a choice, ok then, thank you.” The man sputtered the words out as rapidly as his tiny tongue could manage. Picking at his shirt pocket, he reached a hand inside and promptly pulled out a check book. With the pen he kept within the rings of the book, he hastily scrawled across it and tore it out with one swift movement upon signing it. He grabbed Jaxson’s arm and forced it up, stuffing the paper into his fingers. “H-happy we were able to work things out.” The man abruptly turned himself around, his leg rising as he prepped for his quick escape.

“Hey, wait a second,” Jaxson intervened before his getaway. “What about, Joanna? You’re not going to leave her like this are you?”

The man turned his head, but did not look all the way at Jaxson. “A-ah, well, w-we’ll have a p-private paramedic visit s-sure enough. But f-first we must let things s-settle down for a d-day or two. U-until then, we shall k-keep her safely hidden a-away here. Y-you are welcome to s-stay, however, i-if you desire to.”

“You can’t just-“

“H-have a good night young man, w-we shall be back in a c-couple of days.” Without another word, the man scuttled off to the exist, his legs carrying him as quickly as they could without breaking out into a full sprint.

Jaxson looked down at the check in his hands, the total amount on it reading to be ten-thousand dollars, the sloppy signature of the mayor slapped illegibly under it. It was then Jaxson realized that the man never even once had the gull to introduce his own name. His shoulders sloped as he sighed. With nothing else to do, he gazed up quietly at Joanna, wondering how her head must be doing having been isolated from everything that had gone on below her.

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The occasional growl or groan sputtered from Joanna’s teetering body, her stomach clearly upset at having been forced full with so much gunk. Her imbedded feet occasional rolled around in their sockets helplessly. If anything, it brought some relief to Jaxson’s aching heart to see her alive and kicking, as limited as said kicking could be. With the check folded and stuffed into his pants pocket, he looked up to her somberly. Slowly, he brought a steady hand up, reeling it towards the bloated girl. An inch or two away from her strained skin, his outstretched fingers curled up into a ball. His arms fell limp along his torso, and Jaxson mumbled under his breath. He wanted to comfort her, to let her know he was still there. But touching her meant nothing when she couldn’t see who was doing it. For all she knew, it could be a lingering stranger, curious to see how a girl felt while in such a state. Jaxson moaned. He hoped that she believed in him enough to not have the idea that he had abandoned her. But if being with her as he long as he has had taught him anything, it was that logic comes second to a mind overrun by emotions.

Jaxson looked around the empty theater. The stage lights had remained on, however, the ones that hung over the barren seats had been brought down to a very dim glow. He considered walking out to the back of the room, hoping that from Joanna’s current height she’d be able to notice his presence. But if the lights remained off, she would only be able to see his silhouette at best. She’d be more likely to panic upon seeing a stranger wallowing around while she was trapped in such a vulnerable predicament, and as such he continued to rub at his chin in silence.

Looking forward, Jaxson’s eyes glimmered when the saw that the microphone from the talent show had been left on stage. He jogged towards the pole that supported the device, gripping at it tightly with his fingers as he hastily pulled it towards his lips. “Joanna, Joanna. Can you hear me? It’s me, Jaxson.” Hearing only his normal speaking voice, Jaxson set the pole back down gently. With the microphone turned off, it seemed his only method for communication was the simplest one.

Jaxson positioned his fingers into his mouth carefully. With a slight rise in his chest, his cheeks puffed as he blew, emitting forth an
ear splitting whistle. Joanna’s entire body jump in response, the liquid inside her sloshing about relentlessly from such a sudden disturbance. With his fingers formed around his mouth, Jaxson hollered. “Joanna, Joanna, It’s me, Jaxson.” He saw the tips of her fingers reach out, the barely visible digits beginning to wave about furiously like a baby bird learning to fly. Jaxson smiled at the sight of it. Bringing his fingers away from his face, he began to look around for a way to gain some altitude. Yelling out at her wasn’t enough, he knew now more than ever that she needed to see him. If ever there was a time for his presence to be a vital thing, this was it.

Coincidentally gazing up, Jaxson found his answer. Hanging above the empty seats were some railed in platforms from which the lights were positioned right under. Usually used by the crew to prepare any necessary lighting prior to a show, Jaxson saw it’s potential as something else. His eyes veered from the platform and back to Joanna, the inside of his head gauging the gap between them. With his glimmering smile on full beam, he gazed up to the tip of her head one last time.

From there he sprinted off to the wing without a word, trying his best not to waste a single moment towards his ascent. Turning his eyes frantically as he entered the back stage, he followed his directorial instincts and raced further into the back. Coming up where they had first entered on the stage, he sprinted forward until the barren hallway finally broke off into a pair of separate turns. To the left was a dead end, it’s only purpose being to conceal a lone door with the words “Dressing Room” tilted along it. And to the right he noticed a tall flight of stairs which climbed against the wall. Jaxson gripped his fingers tightly into his palm and hurried along to the steps. Not once slowing down, he raced over and began jumping up the steps, skipping over every other one in his desire to hurry. He began to breath heavily at the rapid excursion of his legs, but this was far from enough to detour his efforts. Coming up and over the final step, his feet touched down onto a metallic platform, similar in appearance to what he had saw before. With the pathway narrowing, his sprint turned into a brisk jog, and still he continued. It was a straight shot, and only after a couple sharp turns, he found himself walking up above the seats of the audience.

Jaxson’s sweating fingers gripped onto the rails on the side of the platform. Leaning his back over the metallic guards, his head loomed as he looked down at Joanna from the advantageous point. Being able to see her large, round body from above made his heart skip in his chest. He saw her head as it was imbedded into her inflated flesh, her neck visibly struggling to turn against the impeding mass. The two fat blobs that were her newly found bosoms hung out in front of her, the large bodies pushing tightly against her shirt, a wide V-shape constricting around them. Her face was wet, the tears that had flown across it glistening under the stage light. Still, her wide eyes gazed about, desperate in their search to find him. Giggling at her concern for him, Jaxson place his hand over his lips and let out a brief, “psst.”

Immediately, Joanna’s head reared up. Jaxson waved an arm out over his body, and for the first time in what felt like hours, their eyes made contact. Joanna’s hands began to rock back and forth slowly, her own attempt at waving back. The toothy grin that covered her face was wide enough to peer through her bloated cheeks.

Jaxson bent his neck down and leaned over the railing. It was a clear, at minimum, twenty foot drop or so from where he stood. A lump rolled across his throat as he gulped, and his arms tensed as he gripped the railing. From below, Joanna looked at him with a furrowed brow. Jaxson tilted his eyes up and down, alternating them between Joanna and the floor. The difference between looking at something high up verses looking down from something high up was incredible. His heart thumped along his chest, the infamous result of fear working against desire. When he looked into Joanna’s eyes, he saw them glistening under the light. The dainty, emotion filled dots called to him, like a siren would a sailor out at sea.

Jaxson’s chest rose as he inhaled. With a certain sternness strewn along his body, he lifted a leg up and placed a foot on the bottom tier of the iron railing. Pushing himself upon his jittering limbs, he then proceeded to place his other foot atop the second tier of the iron railing. Joanna’s eyes grew wide at the sight, the only means available to showing her disproval. With clenched fists, she glared at him as she watched him climb up.

Jaxson perched himself atop the railing, looking down across the stage like a fictional superhero would as they scanned their city for crime. He locked his sight directly onto Joanna, his head racing as he attempted to focus only on his target. His body rocked back and forth, his face brimming with determination. Finally, with one slow real behind the rails, he brought both his legs up, released his hands from the railing, and with a feint jolt from his feet, he launched himself over the platform. His arms reached out as he jumped. Soaring through the air, he plummeted down.

Joanna closed her eyes, her face scrunching as her ears prepped themselves for the inevitable splattering sound they were soon expecting to hear. Her occupied brain flashed across her consciousness grotesque images of Jaxson’s mangled body, the unrecognizable pile of pulp sprawled along the planks of wood directly in front of her. A fresh batch of tears began to take shape inside her clenched eye lids, when a spartatic jolt shot across her frame. Her head rattled violently as something plopped itself atop her. She felt a tight grip clasping along her dress, gasping as she felt the cloth pulling down along her chest. Opening her eyes, Joanna saw Jaxson looming right in front of her. His face was red and sweaty, his fists clenching onto her clothes for dear life while his visibly shivering frame rested atop her swollen bossoms. Cushioned by her built in life savers, he slowly looked up to her, a tiny smile forcing itself past his clattering teeth. “H-hey.”
Joanna’s hands reached forward as she instinctively attempted to throw herself around him with a great big hug. However, her great big body halted them in their tracks. She twisted and twirled her hands around their sockets, grunting as she tried helplessly to embrace her lover. Jaxson shook his head, and like a mountain climber, began to pull himself up along her. Slowly, he dragged himself up. With one arm in front of the other. Over and over. Gradually, ever so gradually.  Joanna reached her head forward as much as possible, her mouth beginning to water in anticipation for her lover. Never before had she felt the need for intimacy as badly as she did now.

It could only be described as feeling like an eternity. Time slowed itself involuntarily. The one was only capable on focusing onto the other. Nothing else came to their heads in that singular moment. The past, the present, nor the future was incomprehensible. In their own affectionate void, were they able to co-exist.

Then, it happened. Like the wait that precedes Christmas day, Joanna’s heart felt similar to how it does whenever she found herself standing in front of the grand tree in her living room. This year, all it took was one present for her Christmas wishes to be granted early. The mere presence of someone she cared for dearly. The feeling of him, she yearned for. This indescribable fixation her body burned for. She felt herself tremble, her body beginning to rock slightly as it shivered in his company. His climb was over and he reached the finish. They gazed at each other in the eyes, face to face, a mere inch from the others prize, the two of them feeling collectively squeamish.

Jaxson’s hands clenched into Joanna’s swollen skin, his fingers digging lovingly as he ensured her of his physical being. Joanna’s hands relaxed along their body, her fingers going numb as all her known senses directed themselves towards the person before her. “You didn’t think I had left you did ya?” He whispered.

Joanna smiled, her tensed eyes softening. “You’re just about the only thing in this world I feel I am able to ever count on.”
Jaxson giggled and promptly bent his neck forward. Their lips interlocked like butter. His head fit itself comfortably between her swollen cheeks, and the two of them closed their eyes as they let their minds run free, finally able to escape from the situation they had found themselves in. Both of their hearts began to beat faster, steadily becoming more prominent as they raced against each other. Jaxson’s body squirmed atop of hers, every jittery movement, regardless of how slight, resonating across her sensitive skin. Her breaths became deeper and more prolonged, her chest swelling and sinking against Jaxson with each intake of air. A feint tint of dark blue began to from along Joanna’s rainbow panties as they continued to embrace each other.

Their tongues swirled within each other’s mouth. The coloring along Jaxson’s face deepened as a blunt shade of red overtook his cheeks. Joanna’s face became an exotic shade of violet, the blue that covered her mixing with the blood that rushed to her excited skin. She gasped slightly. From where Jaxson laid, she felt a sudden poking sensation form, a tight lump promptly forcing itself along her tightened skin. The blue stain that drenched her panties only continued to darken, mixing with the assorting colors to create what look liked the fillings of a freshly baked blueberry pie.

Various “mphs’” were all the exchange the two were capable off. Jaxson wrapped his arms around her head, while Joanna’s hands clenched tightly by her side as she felt her entire body contracting in on itself. Her feet flailed wildly below, her excited body struggling to exert itself from within their confines. The blue stain spread across her panties even further. Dribbles of similarly colored liquid began to drip from within the constricting elastic, slithering across her rounded legs, before finally plopping against the floor into a pile of leaking fluids.

Jaxson lifted his head up, separating their lips. A cheeky smiled slithered across his face as he looked at Joanna. Her eyes flared with hunger, while a few tiny drops of saliva hung from her watering lips. “I’ve never seen you so into me before,” he said with a laugh.
Joanna moaned faintly, the clenching the griped her from beneath her panties having since sent her mind into a state of light delirium. “I…, I’ve always wanted this from you…, I…, I was always just too nervous to ever bring it up.” She turned her eyes away from his upon sharing her confession.

All Jaxson was able to do was tilt his head. “You were afraid of expressing your lust towards me?” He scooted up closer to Joanna’s head. Sitting himself up, he wrapped his arms around her bulging cheeks, bringing her swollen face in against his chest. “Joanna, I’m your partner. Your boyfriend. By default, that also makes me your lover.” He kissed her gently atop her forehead. With a smile, Jaxson continued.  “I’ve always known you to be a bit apprehensive about this sort of topic. That’s why I never pushed it, even though I’ve been wanting the exact same thing for God knows how long.” Joanna slowly brought her eyes back up, silently focusing them between Jaxson’s legs. “Honestly, you’re sort of a high maintenance girl,” he said with a light laugh. “I mean you never ask for much. You don’t fret over things like makeup or dresses. You never ask me stuff like, “does this outfit make me look fat?” You never question me or have ever acted suspicious in regards to my personal life.” Jaxson paused. “But the sheer amount of emotional support you require as a person…, it’s honestly a bit exhausting at times.” Jaxson stroked the back of her head as he talked, hoping to ensure that what he was saying wasn’t intended to be an attack on her. “And to be honest…, I think if you were just able to let yourself open up a teeny bit more, you wouldn’t be so in need of my emotional support. Which isn’t to say I am unwilling to give it to you, far from it. But…, it’s just like I said before you ever even came out on stage.” Jaxson’s cheeks flushed deeply as he pulled her head up, their eyes meeting solemnly as he grinned meekly at her. “You’ve just got to remember how to smile for yourself.”

Joanna’s eyes locked onto his, mesmerized, as always, by the shining smile that complimented them. Inside her head she felt a physical spark as her brain finally realized the silliness of their situation. She felt her worthless hands as the hung limply at each spate side of her body. Her eyes veered along her cheeks, the bloated balls coating her face like an extreme allergic reaction. She felt the liquids sloshing inside her stomach, a heavy “glunk” lining her innards as she still swayed back and forth slightly. Joanna sighed, her eyes sinking down away from Jaxson.

“It’s rather silly isn’t it?” She mumbled mostly to herself. “Just how often does a girl like me get to find themselves stuck in such a ridiculous scenario?” The emotions in her head alternated like the water temperature in a shower, switching from steaming to freezing as the valve which controlled it was rapidly switched between hot and cold. Her heart welled, and her eyes began to wonder. In her emotional conflict, she wasn’t sure if she should laugh or cry. Being so accustomed to the later, she attempted the former.

Her teeth were stained with blue, and her lips trembled as they were forced against their will. Water dribbled from below her closed eyelids, evidence enough that what she attempted to express wasn’t actually how she felt. Still, she tried. With a quivering smile forced between her bulbous cheeks, Joanna opened her eyes and looked up solemnly at Jaxson.

Jaxson’s shoulders heaved as he sighed heavily.  Shaking his head, he bent himself over, moving his face in closer to hers. Upon pushing his lips out, he was finally able to taste her smile for himself.

It was very sweet, with a vague sort of fruity tinge to it. Jaxson was unable to pinpoint the flavor, but it was undeniably delicious all the same. He wrapped his tongue around the inside of her mouth, lapping up every drop of the tasty sensation. He felt Joanna’s body loosen underneath him, her taught skin losing some of its previous firmness. Inside Joanna’s head, her mind reeled uncontrollably. All the sweet talking had made her heart wretch with affection, but his kiss was the definite nail in her emotional coffin. A sudden force overtook her mind, an indescribable wave of feeling that she could only describe as being pure bliss. It was a blunt answer which certainly soled her own expression short, but just as her lustful desire flowed unapologetically, so did something else.

A blue puddle leaked across the stage. It swelled across the wood, the blue blot growing as it spread itself along the flat surface. Reaching the edge, it dripped off onto the carpeted floor below, like a tiny waterfall which dumped itself from the edge of a shallow river bank. Joanna’s rainbow panties were now only a collection of varying blues, the wet cloth still clinging to her sensitive skin, pushing itself into her from below. Like a wearable juicer, it squeezed against her body, forcing the liquid out as the valve that contained it finally opened.

Gradually, the two began to sink, although by being so wound up in the other, it had yet to come to either of their attention. Joanna could subconsciously feel her stomach pulse as it leaked. A sad wet grumble sounded from the dutiful organ as it was finally relived of the pressure that came with holding in countless gallons of fluid. She teetered along her sensitive crotch while her body continuously emptied, causing her to instinctually gasp each time she so happened to roll across the receptive skin between her still dangling feet.
Like zombies from the grave, Joanna’s hands slowly rose up from the submerged divots that coated them.  Her wrists once again become visible and over time more of her arms came into view under the stage lights above. After hours of being suspended from the ground, her shoes clacked as their heels touched base with the wood below. The weight of her enormous framed scaled down atop her feet, but as she continued to leak, the heaviness that rested above them lessened considerably.

From underneath Jaxson, he was able to feel the firmness of her breast slipping away as he laid himself back down against them. With her body, as well as her mind in general, now opening up, two blue blotches had unknowingly formed across Joanna’s stretched dress, one for each breast. He paid it no mind though. While such things were undoubtedly enjoyable for him, it was neither the beginning nor the end as to why he loved her. If his emotions towards her were able to triumph through seeing her transform into a giant blue ball, then feeling her new found chest shrink a couple dozen cup sizes was more than doable.

Jaxson’s body began to slide down across Joana’s as she continued to drain. Where he once rested against her breasts, he slowly found himself repositioning to atop her sloshing stomach. He locked his hands around her neck, making sure to secure himself so that he wouldn’t slip away as he connected their lips together once more. Their tongues swirled inside each other’s mouths, dancing in celebration as she slowly returned to a more human, and a certainly more preferable, state of being.

Joanna’s arms were now mostly free, and with the previous wideness of her body having since dissipated, finally was she able to wrap them around Jaxson. She pushed him into her, his body sinking slightly into whatever chubbiness remained along her still leaking body.
Joanna’s dress hung loosely along her frame, the cloth having now been stretched out as to accommodate her growth. Without the bulbous filling to support it though, it now dangled from her skin, the widened collar dropping limply from her more modest breasts. With her inflated gut and crotch riding back up as the final drops of fluid dribbled from between her lower lips, her legs once again supported her on their own. Having been out of submission for so long, however, they wobbled feebly as they once again found themselves in use. As such, she instead found most of her weight to be leaning against Jaxson, who supported her still with his arms wrapped around her much more manageable waist. Her loosened panties now hung around her ankles, the blue cloth wrapping itself desperately against her heels.
Jaxson had since felt his feet plant themselves to the ground, and so to finish their make out marathon, he broke their lips off sweetly. He looked into her eyes and she looked into his. And no more needed to be said.

Joanna’s face had remained blue, as did the rest of her body. Her long hair flowed behind her shoulders, the new coloring giving the collective strands an appearance similar to the rolling waves of the ocean. While far from being the monstrosities from before, a slight plumpness still filled her breasts, forming them out much more adequately then what barely hung from her chest previously. Her shivering hands clenched onto the dress around her, pulling it against her neck as the bottom of the garment dropped down to her knees. Despite everything that had occurred tonight, she was just unable to fully let go of her modesty.

Jaxson brought her trembling body against his, some stray dabs of liquid staining his shirt as he hugged her. “What a night, huh?”
Joanna giggled. “It’ll be hard to top of this rush, for sure.” Jaxson smiled and kissed her along the cheek. Whimpering in response, she flung an arm around him. “Although...,” she said meekly. “Do you really want to be known for dating a girl who’s…” She stopped midsentence. Leaning her body slightly away from Jaxson, she gazed about herself somberly, her eyes following along her discolored limb. Jaxson shook his head and brought it in for one more quick kiss atop her lips. Without a word her question had been answered.

“C’mon,” Jaxson started. “I saw a dressing room not too far from here. Maybe we’ll be able to find you something to change into so you don’t have to drag your old cloths around.”

Joanna nodded. “I think I would like that very much.” Hearing her approval, Jaxson took her hand from his shoulder and clamped onto it tightly. Stepping away from her, he began to lead Joanna forward by the arm. Shaking her panties carefully off of her ankles, she followed him promptly from behind, the dress she had worn still clenched against her skin with her free arm.

Their shoes clicked against the wood, the only sound around to break the otherwise tender silence. The hallways were empty otherwise. Once previously filled with the rushing, the panicking, and the both excited and agitated people from before. Now it was mostly black, and mostly quiet. Joanna shivered at the contrary corridors she found herself in. If it hadn’t been for Jaxson, how long would she have been alone? She instinctively whimpered at the idea of it, and with a slight squeeze against her palm, all the sudden her fears seemed rather silly to her.

“This be it,” Jaxson said as he pulled her up to a closed door.

“Shouldn’t it be locked?” Joanna questioned. Jaxson shrugged, unsure of such details himself. So with both of their apparent ignorance leading them into a mental dead end, a simple grasp of the doorknob was all it took to enlighten their curiosity. Jaxson twisted the gold globe, and pushed his arm in, promptly leading the door forward as it greeted them into the room.

“You should have seen his rush to get out,” Jaxson mumbled. “I can’t say I’m surprised no one thought to lock this door up for the night.”

“Who was rushing to get out of here?” Joanna asked. All the sudden, Jaxson now recalled the check for ten thousand dollars which rested in his pants pocket as casually as a piece of discarded gum wrap. He found himself pausing at what should have been an otherwise easy answer. The free money was of course great, as free money tends to be. But at the cost of her pride, what amount would it take for that to be worth it? Jaxson shook his head.

“Just one of the stage operators, that’s all.” He couldn’t just hide something as potent as ten thousand dollars from her. Nor could he simply blabber what had led to them “earning” that money in the first place. He had to think of something, a convenient untruth as to how he came across it. But she was smart, and the possible lies that came to him weren’t nearly strong enough to outmaneuver her wit. It would come to him in time, he thought, as most great ideas, both noble and not, tend to do.

Inside of the room, rows of clothes, dresses, and costumes rested along tall metal hangers. Some were gaudy, while others were slightly less so. It was far from an ideal shopping selection, but as a temporary fix, neither of the two found themselves able to complain about it.

“Whatever it takes to get me home and into my bed,” Joanna mumbled quietly.  With their goal promptly set in place, the two began their search. The sound of scraping hanger hooks against metal poles reared through the room. A storm of billowing cloth brushed along each other as they threw everything which failed to suit their taste to the side, which expectedly enough was most of what they came across. Jaxson passed dress after dress, worried if the countless vibrant colors would bring to her anymore unwanted attention. So without asking, he pushed them away and out of his sight.

Joanna examined her options a bit more carefully, making sure specially to check the size tag on each one. Colors mattered not to her, instead what concerned her was if it would be able to fit her new chest. Having never been so endowed all her life, how to fit herself accordingly was an alien art. If she was required have to strip down in order for her to change, she was hoping it would have to be done only once. So in her search she made sure to pull out any potential fits, wondering if Jaxson would be able to help her decide later on.
After what their guts assumed to be between a time span of thirty minutes to an hour, the two brought up their selection. Jaxson presented to Joanna a single dress, plain in color, and modest in cut. He held out the grey garment for her to examine. While Joanna twirled about her handful of hangers, the collected mass fluttering in a vibrant assortment of varying colors. Unable to hold out the weighty collection, she faced her side to him, hoping he would be able to make out each dress through the mess she presented to him. The two stopped to look at what the other had found.

“Well…,” Jaxson asked sheepishly. “I see you’ve really brightened your pallet as of late.”

Joanna was only able to smirk at him. “Or maybe you simply thought I only liked wearing browns and greys?”

Jaxson blushed at the remark, his free hand rearing up to scratch the back of his head awkwardly. “Now don’t go acting like such an assumption is unfounded or anything.” With that, Joanna looked down at the brown clump that still coated her body. He was right, such a guess, at the very least, was an educated one to be certain. Joanna sighed and giggled.

“It’s not that I didn’t like colors, I-I just never thought I ever had any right to wear them.” Jaxson tilted his head at the statement. “It’s…, stupid and dumb, I certainly don’t deny it, but…” Joanna sighed as she tried to figure out how the best words for her confusing and undefinable emotions. “I’ve always fancied myself to be a rather boring girl. Flat appearance, flat demeanor, I’m just one dimension  away from being a simple drawing I suppose.” She bit her lip as she spoke, hoping her explanation was at least making some sort of sense. Jaxson’s expression had yet to change. Obviously needing to change tactics, Joanna continued on. “I never wore any colors because I myself was never a very vibrant or “colorful” person. And that’s why…,” Joanna faced her eyes to the ground. “I’ve always been so grateful to have you be that blotch of paint on me that I always needed.”

Jaxson looked at the dress in his hands, his face flushing as he realized he was only misrepresenting the person he thought he knew so well. “Joanna…, I never realized.”

Joanna promptly shook her head. “How could you? This certainly isn’t any fault of yours.”

Jaxson thought back to the rainbow panties she had put on this morning, trying his best to not let his mind veer off too far. The desire to be vibrant had always been there, he realized, she just never had anyone to help her cultivate it. “Well, whoever’s fault it is,” he tossed the grey dress to the ground. “Things are changing for me and you.” He walked up to her briskly, and immediately began to search through the dresses she had brought out. “No longer will I stand by and let you sell yourself short of being the vibrant and colorful girl I know you to really be.”

“J-Jaxson,” Joanna stammered.

“No more of that,” he interrupted. “C’mon, let’s find the dress that best tells the world who you really are.”

“Jaxson…,” Joanna dropped the clothes in her hands and let them all fall to the floor. Jaxson promptly looked up, his eyes now wide at the odd display she exhibited. “Jaxson…, sweetie, do you…, really want to see what my real colors are?”

“What?” Jaxson was unsure how to respond, or what exactly she had meant in the first place. He saw her blue face had turned a deep purple, and she chewed on her lip as she looked at him with nervous eyes.

“I said. Do you really want to see who I am?”

“Well, yeah, that’s why I-“

Joanna reached up and grabbed his hand gently. “You’re not understanding what I’m saying sweetie…, here.” She backed up away from Jaxson, her arm limply hanging over the brown garment which covered her.  Without a word she released her hold, and the stretched out dress feel loosely from her chest and landed as a sprawled mess of brown along her ankles. Before Jaxson, Joanna stood completely naked.
Jaxson felt his heart skip a beat. “J-Joanna, w-what are you doing?”

She paid his confusion no mind and coolly walked up to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she looked him directly in the eyes. “The fact your surprised to see me like this, I think, means our relationship is in a dire need of some overhauling.” Pulling him down, she kissed him unapologetically on the lips. As her breasts pressed against his chest, she felt him shiver in her grasp. “I take it you like seeing me expose myself, huh?”

Jaxson smiled modestly, his brow glistening with sweat. “I-I can’t deny it isn’t an appreciated change of pace.” Joanna grinned, seeing her lovers face turn so red was strangely amusing.

“They always say red and blue are opposite colors, in our case though, I think we make quite the exception, don’t you?” Jaxson looked down at his red shirt and chuckled, unaware of just how red his actual self-had become. “C-mon.” Joanna reached down and picked out a dress randomly from the pile she had dropped. “We’ve wasted enough time here.” She tossed the random dress over her head and forced her arms through the holes on the side. It billowed down her body, and while still a bit loose, adequately covered her enough for the short walk home. She grabbed his hand and pulled it to her side. “Let’s get out of here.”

Jaxson smiled. Gripping her hand, he nodded. “Let’s.” Secured to each other firmly, the two walked each other out of the room. Through the halls and towards the back, they found themselves facing a door, above it in large red letters, the word “Exit” illuminated. With one quick glance back at the other, they pushed through the one-way door.

The night was cool and the air was fresh, a most welcomed change from the cramped, humid halls of the building behind them. Joanna inhaled deeply, her chest swelling before letting out a heavy sigh. “Careful how much you intake now, we don’t want you to start blowing up again.” Jaxson joked.

Joanna could only shake her head. “You’re going to find yourself with a swelled lip if you keep it up.”
“Well, well, where did this new attitude come from?”

Joanna laughed softly. “Well…, saying is easier than doing.”

Jaxson smiled. “Very true my dear, very true.”

And with that, hand in hand, the two began their walk home. “What do you think it was that did that to me? You know, turn me into that giant blue monstrosity?” Joanna asked.

Jaxson shrugged. He of course had a vague idea, but in actuality all he could really say was, “does it honestly matter?”
“Well, kinda sorta, don’t you think?”

Jaxson shook his head. “What’s done is done. You said you wanted to stick out, and well, now you’ll be able to do that plenty.” Joanna held a hand up to her face, watching as her blue hue glistened in the moonlight.

“I guess…, I really can’t argue with you there.”

“Yup, and besides.” Jaxson had found the perfect opportunity to reveal what he had left hidden in his pocket. Digging into his pants, he pulled out the folded check. “If this was someone trying to sabotage you, then I think their plan backfired quite a bit.”

Joanna snatched the paper from his hand and read it over with turning eyes. “Ten-thousand dollars? W-where did you get this from?”

“The mayor said it was supposed to be the prize money for the winner. He gave it to me as payment for keeping “quiet” about this whole incident.”

“And you took it”

Jaxson shook his head. “Let me rephrase that, he forced me to take the ransom.”“So I see…,” Joanna’s preppy tone all at once suddenly vanished.

Jaxson nudged her with his elbow. “I’d say, the fact someone had to spike you must mean that you’re pretty damn talented for them to think they can’t win against you on their own.”

Joanna looked up to Jaxson. “You really think so?”

“If you weren’t a threat, they wouldn’t have been forced to take such drastic measures. Just think, if this was a scheme to help them win, then that means they would have to take out the person they thought had the best chance of doing so on their own. So, as far as I’m concerned, this money was as good as yours regardless.”

Joanna’s head faced to the ground, but her smile was impossible to hide in spite of it. Without a word she pulled his arm tightly against her body. “I love you,” she whispered softly.

Pocketing the money back into his pants, Jaxson wrapped his other arm around her shoulder. “It’s pretty obvious at this point, but I’m sure you’d like to hear it anyway.” Jaxson bent down and kissed her cheek. “I love you too.”

Arm in arm, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, the two walked down the quiet streets. Not another word was said for the remainder of their trip. Their shoes clapped in unison along the grey sidewalk of the city, and so the rest of the night was spent in somber bliss. An exotic time for the both of them waited just around the corner of the street they walked down, the two of them nearing their shared apartment.

Up the front steps and through the entrance doors, they quietly helped themselves into the building. Past the empty counter and down a bit through the halls of the first floor, they stumbled along to their apartment room. Turning the knob and opening the creaky door, they were quick to lock up for the night and hurry off to their bedroom. That night, for the first time in what seemed like her entire life, Joanna felt as though she was finally able to show her true colors. And Jaxson couldn’t have been happier to have finally been able to experience it all for himself. A new chapter had opened itself up for the two of them, and in a last bit of irony, they vowed to keep it safe from becoming a blue one.

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The wind blew at her body coat, the lower portion of the expensive gown fluttering wildly in the chilly embrace. Her hand, which had been shrouded in a thick mitten, wrapped itself tightly around the warming grasp of her lover.
“Worried about tonight?” Jaxson asked.

“Nah, I don’t see any reason as to why I should be.” Joanna turned herself to the person beside her and smiled. If you didn’t know Joanna like Jaxson knew her, it would be an easy mistake to make upon assuming her blue face was the result of the blistering cold around them.
“Should I be?”

Jaxson sputtered as he laughed abruptly. “Nah.”

The two of them stood in front of a building, the very same building where the event that now seemed so long ago had happened. Before them, a line of posters coated the musty brick of the seemingly ancient architect. Each one vibrantly outlaid a different event, the photos that advertised them taken to make them as eye catching and interesting as possible. The poster which had been plastered before them, in contrast, executed a seemingly modest display. It was a simple photo: A lone girl stood on the stage alone, accompanied only by the microphone. The dress she wore was long and slimming, the pattern: a vibrant blend of glittering red which still managed to illuminate wonderfully from the photo as was taken. The only truly exceptional thing to be seen, however, was the woman’s skin color. It wasn’t merely a cheap attempt at diversity, rather, it was something a bit more intriguing than that. For against the red dress, her blue skin shimmered vibrantly, managing to be as eye catching as all the other eye reeling posters that surrounded it side by side.
Jaxson bent down and kissed Joanna’s cheek, which managed to still feel warm in spite of the horrid chill that pelted her face. “I’ll admit; I was really worried that you’d only be remembered as the girl who became a giant blue monstrosity.”

Joanna laughed. “Either or, I can’t say I was denied my wish can I? Besides, a part of me feels like people are only coming to see if I do anything else as weird as what they saw last time.”

“Is that so.” Jaxson rubbed at his chin. “Well, I guess this is your chance to show them what you actually have to offer then, huh?”
Joanna squeezed the hand that held her own gently. “And that is exactly what it is I intended to do.” Without another word she began to pull him away from the wall, and with no protest he followed her. “This cold isn’t good for my vocal cords.”
Jaxson chuckled. “You could always just defrost them with a few vocal warm ups.”

With a sigh, Joanna looked back at Jaxson and smirked. “Well, well, Mr. Comedian are we? Maybe next time the town decides to throw a talent show you can wow everyone with your unfounded wit.”

Jaxson held his head up, prideful of is one time rip on Joanna. “I’m rather sharp, I’ll admit. But for your sake I’m glad that part of me didn’t show up while you were still a giant teetering blob. Might of accidently poked you with it I could of.”

Joanna rolled her eyes “If you’re so intent on poking things, maybe I’ll let you do some poking around later on tonight.”

“Hmph, whatever it takes to please your highness.” Jaxson smiled at Joanna, who had long since been grinning since the beginning of their exchange. Pulling him close to her side, the two walked down the streets in silent affection. Without anything more to say, they strutted along to their apartment, the grins that clung to their face brimming forth without a moments detour.