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Friends with Expansive Benefits

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    Erica knew that she should have expected it, but as she pulled into the Doctor’s neighborhood, she couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated. Everyone’s house was so damn big, towering at least two stories high. Most of them decorated with huge driveways and lawns, a few had gates to lock them off from the rabble such as herself.


    If she didn’t have the Doctor’s text telling her to come, she’d have doubted it could even be possible that she would be allowed into somewhere that fancy. Just seeing the looks on people’s faces as she passed them by was enough to know that a leather wearing biker girl wasn’t welcome in their peaceful corner of the city.


    Finally she found the address she was looking for, pulling up another large driveway and staring up at the two story home of Doctor Gonfiare. She had known that the woman was well respected but their little interactions and attempts and bodily change had never really given off the impression that she was so well off.


    She parked her motorcycle and pulled her helmet off, practically feeling the glares from the neighborhood all over her. Her hair was messy from the right, packed down awkwardly from the helmet. Her blue leather jacket covered in creases, a few stains and tears.


    Erica couldn’t help sighing as she approached the door, attempting to straighten out her ever-tangled mop for a few moments before finally reaching out to knock.


    The door opened immediately, quickly enough that Erica barely avoided knocking the Doctor in the face, “Ah! Geez, were you waiting at the door or something?”


    She had to look down upon the woman, easily nearly a foot and a half difference in their heights. Granted, Erica knew she was pretty tall, but she was also used to laying on the Doctor’s couch and looking up. As usual though, the Doctor was smiling, and wearing a white floral dress that ended just high enough over the knee that Erica realized she needed to not stare.


    “I might have been, I guess it is our appointment time.”


    “On a friday night,” Erica replied, trying to avoid looking at her Doctor’s thighs and exposed cleavage. She already had confusing enough feelings from the… The bottling a few weeks before, and this was certainly not helping to keep her mind from sliding back into those places, “Kinda… Not really my place around here, Doc.”


    “Nonsense, come in!” The Doctor squeaked as she took Erica by the wrist and dragged her through the large double doors. The main room was… Well, absolutely huge. Her couch was long and stretched around the living room, and the ceiling was high and open, most of that second story open. She’d have said she’d no idea why the Doctor would want so much space, but after all she’d experienced, it was pretty obvious. Hell, there wasn’t even anything glass or easily breakable on the furniture, “And please Erica, call me Felicita.”


    “H-Huh? F-Felicita?”


    The Doctor blinked, “My name? Relax, I think we’re past all of the formalities at this point, don’t you?”


    “I don’t really understand.”


    She smiled, reaching up to place her hand on Erica’s cheek, “Tonight I’m not your Psychologist, Erica. I’m just Felicita, I’m your friend who has an unhealthy appetite for helium.” She said, before getting on her toes to peck Erica’s other cheek, before closing the door behind them.


    Erica was stunned, standing there slack jawed for a moment, “I-uh I thought that, er, you wanted to… Have a session or something tonight.”


    “Hm,” She put a finger to her chin, “Well I did have one goal tonight, but otherwise I thought that maybe we’d just get to know one another better!” Erica could have sworn her voice was even more high pitched than usual, though after she looked up she saw why. Two half deflated foil balloons bobbed lazily on the ceiling, each one reading ‘Happy Birthday!’ across the front.


    “Do I wanna know what that goal is?”


    “You know what it is,” Felicita replied, as she started toward the kitchen, “We’ve gotten a lot accomplished over the past couple of months Erica, but one thing has truly eluded us. Tonight, I’m determined to finally fix that.” Well she was always direct, at least.


    “I guess,” She looked at the floor, just slowly stepping behind her ‘friend’ as she tried to hold back a blush, failing miserably, “I have an idea what you might wanna do.”


    “You always take everything so seriously, geez. ‘Oh no, I fantasized about popping!’ ‘Oh gosh, my own mind is imprisoning me in a silly looking bottle!’”


    “Stop!” Erica snickered, “I kept expecting you to just keep me in there or something, or to do more weird shit to me.”


    “‘Oh look at me, I curse a lot to seem tough!’”


    “Quit it!” Erica laughed, “So what? Maybe I do want you to do strange stuff to me. It’s fun, there are you happy?”


    “Oh I won’t be happy until we get you as round as you fantasize about.” She replied, clearly much more open about her intent than she usually had been.


    Even the kitchen was huge, Erica mused as she grabbed a stool by the island in the center of the room, “Some Doctor, you’re just a perv.” Something smelled incredible.


    “I’m a psychologist with many published articles and am the only sexologist in the world with a focus in performing transformative kink, thank you very much! I help people explore, and when I like them, I take our relationship further.” She explained, going to a well stocked wine rack, taking one unassuming bottle, and filling a pair of glasses, “And you are someone I want in my life more.” She offered Erica a glass.


    Erica stared at it, “Uh… I don’t usually like to drink with other people, and er… Isn’t this like, unprofessional or some-” She stopped herself, glass in hand as she looked at Felicita.


    “We don’t need to keep things strictly professional, Erica. Of course, you don’t have to go through with any of this is it makes you uncomfortable.”


    It did, but that didn’t stop Erica from drinking. She felt something with Felicita that no one else could even come close to bringing out of her, and no matter how nerve-wracking it was, she wanted to embrace the opportunity. She drank, and drank, and drank until all she was left sucking upon was the crystal of her wine glass. Normally, she hated the taste of wine, but this was particularly sweet, almost like fruit juice, with a distinct alcoholic burn just at the end.


    “Geez, this was supposed to loosen you up, but at this rate you’re gonna be melting all over me.”


    “Wha-Hic-What do you mean?” Erica was already feeling a bit woozy, though at least it felt pretty nice.


    “Nothing you won’t like, I promise. Want some more?”


    “You’re not gonna try and do me, are you?” Erica asked, her cheeks flushed red as she leaned over the counter.


    Felicita cracked up, “Only if you wanna, the offer’s on the table.” She teased, refilling Erica’s glass halfway.


    “I’ll hold you to that,” She mumbled, her glass felt heavier, and took more effort to pull up toward her lips. Her fingers could barely keep a grip on the damn thing, sliding down the slick glass every few seconds. Sure, she had always been a bit of a lightweight but never after just one drink!


    The wine glass grew heavier in her grasp, her arm struggling just to hold it up as she leaned over so as to make it easier on herself. She chugged the rest of the glass just as quickly as the first, before her arm gave out, falling to the countertop, the glass hitting hard, before toppling over, rolling and thankfully stopping short of the edge.


    Brrrraaap!


    A rather pleased, red-nosed Erica flopped onto the marble countertop after letting out a rude belch. If nothing else, at least she felt good. One arm splayed across the counter, completely unmoving, the other dangling at her side, “W-Wha-hic was in that schtuff?”


    Felicita had gone to the oven, checking on something or other as she sipped from her own glass, “Alcohol mostly. I guess you could say it’s a sort of muscle relaxant, though,” She teased, turning around to check on Erica. She took the woman by the arm, picking it up, finding it to have no strength or reflexive movement left within. The skin stretched easily, as more and more it began to droop. Her hand and fingers stretched down toward the marble, and everything not held up was arching and doing the same, as though even her bones and muscles had gotten a bit too tipsy!


    “I can’t rea-really move,” Erica replied, her cheek squashed against the countertop, the rest of her head seeming to slowly melt and widen out, as though gravity itself had become too much for her body to hold up against, “Feel kinda shluggish.”


    “I honestly figured you’d hold your booze a lot better,” Felicita replied, poking at her new friend’s cheek, pulling her other arm up onto the counter. It took a few tugs, as each pull just caused the limb to stretch more and more, thinning out before her overly long hand flopped up. Like a long, rubbery noodle, she began coiling the arm up. She stifled a giggle, Erica completely unaware of the changes she was going through, “Not that I mind an excuse to keep you here longer.”


    “Mmmnuuuu, need to get home shoon.” Was it even possible to be that drunk so quickly? Felicita was positive the drink itself wasn’t any more alcoholic than any other wine.


    “Yeah, no more booze for you,” She teased, watching as Erica’s almost liquid-like body was spreading across her counter top. She walked around, and nearly burst out laughing as she saw what had become of the girl’s body. Legs piling atop each other on the floor, feet nowhere to be found. Her ass had certainly widened, drooping over the edges of the stool as her stomach and- Well, especially her breasts had begun to sag like putty. Her clothing barely hung onto her flesh, “Okay there, this happened way more quickly than I thought it would, let me help you.”


    “Ahhhm fiiiiine…” She slurred out, belching again and giggling at herself, “I jus’ shouldn’ impose on ya.” Erica felt pretty great! A bit sleepy, but so loose and free! Also a bit too dizzy to focus properly on any one thing. Relaxing was easier at that moment.


    “I invited you over, remember?” Felicita rolled her eyes, and began pulling her friend upward, piling more and more of her torso onto the countertop.


    “Mmmm, that feels pretty ni-Oh! Nnnn more!”


    Felicita bit her lip and began squishing Erica’s body up into one large mass. Her chest pushed up into her head, arms molding inward. She really had become like dough, so easy to stretch and reshape. The drunken biker girl’s moans grew ever louder as more and more of her stretchy form was pulled atop the kitchen counter.


    Of course, after a few hard pulls, Felicita heard something hit the ground with a dull plop. She finished bringing up another chunk of soft, squishy flesh, before looking over…


    She immediately turned bright red, as Erica’s jeans sat crumpled over on the ground, her thin legs all the was left hanging off the end of the countertop, feet twisted and stuck in the legs. Quickly, the Doctor, the real professional there, came to the realization that she was groping her patient’s ass.


    “Mmmnnnoooooph haaaaaarrrdeeeeer!” The drunken blob of a woman all but screamed, her words long and strained, likely due to her windpipe being stretched like a rubber band.


    She squeezed harder, letting Erica squeal once more before one final tug sent her feet flopping up into the rest of her mass. Felicita grinned, pulling together every loose limb and bit of flesh, piling it all together into one larger blob that she started to knead, “Guess it’s a good thing you’re so easy to read.”


    “Sooooo goooood! F-Feeeeliiiciiitaaa~!” Even the Doctor blushed as one good, hard squish sent Erica spiraling into what she could only assume was a major climax. She pushed her hand deep into the soft, doughy blob that the woman had become, squeezing and pressing her body down into a tighter, compressed ball, careful to always keep her face on the outside.


    She gave the fleshy ball a firm slap, no longer able to tell where one limb started or ended, seeing bits of her shirt tied up inside, with the only bit of the woman’s body remaining untwisted being her face. Even that was still flattened out and stretched over her mass, expression stuck with the look of pure, dopey afterglow.


    “Alright then, why don’t you work on sobering up a bit,” Felicita laughed, cheeks still warm as she started pulling out dishes and started checking on the food she had been preparing in the oven. Sure, things had quickly gone a bit off of her original plan, but Erica had still relaxed way more than she would in a stuffy office. All the better to start working toward the final phase of her plan.


    Felicita, after a few minutes to finally calm herself, started to swap between working on dinner and slapping and molding Erica’s body, feeling it start to firm and tense up slowly over time. Her form compressed further and further with the near constant working, going from the mass of dough she had begun as, into a much more compact ball, barely larger than a small melon.


    The silence between them was finally broken once the booze began to work itself through Erica’s system, “You know,” She started, “I’m starting to- Uuurp - Think that you might have done this all on purpose.”


    “You caught me, I brought you here just to turn you into a mess on my counter.” Felicita teased, putting the finishing touches on their meal.


    “Mmmmph… I’m already a mess, I just look and feel like one now,” Erica chuckled, her form wobbling from the exertion, “At least it feels pretty goo-UMPH!” Her mouth was stuffed with a forkful of chicken, the meat hitting the back of her throat immediately, her stretched, flattened, and rolled body barely able to swallow the tiny morsel, “Mmnn…”


    “Sorry, should’ve warned you.”


    “That was good!” Erica replied, “I didn’t know you cooked!”


    “Well, not as much as you might hope. But I can make a pretty decent roast chicken!” She said, offering another forkful, “Now, open wide.”


    Erica blinked, attempting to look as serious as she could manage, “Are you seriously going to be feeding me?”


    “Well, it’s dinner time and you got sloshed way too quickly. I could wait until-”


    “Ahhhhh,” Erica’s mouth was wide open, awaiting the next bite, “Hungry now, need more ahhhhh.”


    Felicita was starting to like the more open side of Erica, “If only you’d be this open with me during our sessions.” She teased, stuffing Erica’s little face, her cheeks puffing out to contain every bite. If nothing else, getting the chance to be more hands on with the girl was a chance she absolutely couldn’t let pass by.


    Erica was too busy enjoying her dinner to reply, enjoying herself too much to realize how embarrassing the whole situation was.


    She would have simply let it continue without complaint as well, if the final bite she took hadn’t had her clamping down upon something large, cold, and metal. Her sight immediately focused on the hose sticking out of her mouth, short and pulled tight, with a slight sheen under the bright lighting of the Doctor’s kitchen.


    “Mmmph?!” Erica let out a worried squeal as she laid eyes upon the other woman, a particularly small tank of compressed gas cradled in her arms, a hand firmly atop the release valve.


    “I told you, I had something I wanted to really do tonight.” She said, leaning over top of Erica’s barely volleyball sized body, “You’ve got ten seconds before I turn the valve and turn you into another balloon for my decor,” She said, pulling the nozzle out of Erica’s mouth, “So if you’re still not ready, you know what to say.”


    Erica started to sober up rather quickly after that shock, staring at the Doctor, jaw agape in shock. She knew she should have expected it, hell it had basically been confirmed when she walked in the door, “P-Pi-” She needed it to stop before things went any further.


    Of course, before she could even get the word out, she found something else up against her lips. She turned bright red, eyes spinning as everything just happened so quickly. She could still taste bits of their dinner on the woman’s- no, Felicita’s lips. Her body grew warm, swelling ever so slightly as though her putty like form was trying to reach out and pull her friend in closer.


    It was only as the kiss between them broke that Erica’s sense of giddiness started to return. Nervous glare turning into a giggly fit that just wouldn’t seem to stop.


    Felicita, on the other hand, looked mortified, “O-Oh my God, I’m so sorry Erica. I don’t know what came over me,” This entire night had already been pushing the bounds to begin with.


    “Blow me up.”


    She hadn’t been expecting that reply, for certain. Then again, Erica could barely believe she had said it herself.


    “I trust you, Felicita.”


    Another kiss between them, one that lasted so long that eventually Erica dared to open her mouth, attempting to push what she could of her tongue out into Felicita’s mouth.


    That ended up being her mistake, as quickly she found the warm loving lips replaced by a cold, steel kiss that was far less satisfying, “Mmmnnnph.”


    “No tongue yet, not until you’re at a size that suits me.” Felicita teased, twisting the valve, filling the room with a loud hiss, and for Erica, a growing sense of pressure.


    Well, a sense of pressure was putting it mildly, as her incredibly compacted form ballooned outward, doubling in size in an instant. Her eyes went crossed from the sudden pressure, feeling her skin stretching out more and more like rubber. She clamped down harder on the hose, taking in the feeling of being pumped full of ice cold helium!


    Immediately she felt full, already she’d been fairly content after being stuffed full of their dinner but the high pressure flow of gas made that seem like nothing, her body absolutely stuffed as she sucked in, the nozzle of the hose pulling in deeper, going down into her throat.


    Her skin was sensitive, squeaking softly and stretching much like any other balloon would have, the gas searching for absolutely anywhere inside of her to hide inside of. She had expected to feel her arms and legs swelling, breasts bulging against her shirt and yet, all she could feel was a general bloating sensation all around. Her body pushing out, not unraveling, but swelling into a perfect, swollen sphere!


    Felicita put the tank down on the counter, just staring all across Ericas ever swelling body. She’d blown up her patients and friends before, hell she tended to suck on helium herself at least once a week! Yet, that time felt like something special. She watched as Erica’s face bulged, the only part of her still recognizable as something at least slightly human. Her nose became a rounded bulge above her enlarged lips, eyes bugging out from the absolutely immense pressure.


    The strong, tall woman had been reduced, or maybe enlarged, to a rounded toy easily the size of her personal yoga ball. Her pale skin had begun to take on a pinkish hue, the skin straining to keep pushing outward. She hadn’t quite started to float, yet her body bobbed and rocked, her weight barely heavy enough to keep her down to Earth.


    The two of them both let out a held sigh as the tank’s hissing slowed and finally came to a total stop. It had been powerful, but thankfully short lived, just as she had planned it.


    With a small ‘POP!’, Felicita yanked the hose out of Erica’s mouth, luckily not receiving a massive gust of gas of deflation in response, “Had to stop your first time before you really did burst open. How does it feel to finally get big, huh?”


    Erica’s eyes were spinning again, slowly regaining herself as she squeaked out a reply, “I feel- Oh God, I’m a chipmunk!” Her words were a bit strained, her swollen cheeks barely letting the balloon girl speak.


    Felicita burst out laughing, bopping Erica’s stomach hard enough to send her rolling gently off the countertop, bouncing off of the stool, and finally rolling to a stop. She was nearly as tall as Felicita, and every single touch of floor or furniture felt sensitive enough that she couldn’t help a few squeaking moans of joy, “I feel so weird.” She said, moments before feeling something else on her side, a warmth the pulled her back, facing her toward Felicita again. She felt ridiculous, especially after they had already kissed, and good lord was every little touch driving her wild!


    “Yeah,” Felicita replied, and leaned in, planting her third kiss of the night on Erica’s swollen lips, “And what else?”


    “Ohhh, I’m tight!” She squealed, which only made Felicita wrap her arms around the balloon, squeezing hard enough that a small puff of helium silently escaped from her backside, “Mmmnph, I’m- I’m, I feel so good!”


    “Well, that’s what I was going for with all of this,” She said, nuzzling against the balloon’s taut flesh, “You did it.”


    “Nnph…” Erica groaned.


    “Stay with me tonight, there’s a lot of fun you deserve to have.”


    “O-Okay.”


    “You know, you could stay a few more nights too… Maybe find a place to stay around here… For good.” Felicita offered, curling herself against Erica’s constantly rocking form, trying to keep her stable as best as she could.


    “I… I don’t know.”


    “You don’t have to live on the road all by yourself. Stay here for a while. Have some fun,” Felicita said, as the two kissed once more.


    “Mmnn… I… I wanna.” Erica said, taking time to think as best as she could, a difficult task given how lightheaded she felt.


    Felicita smiled, standing up and taking Erica into her arms, “You know, despite how fat you look now, you’re way lighter,” She teased, changing the subject quickly, “Quite the diet, huh?”


    Erica snickered, and enjoyed one more kiss as the two slid off into the living room, though that time, her mouth was filled with the Doctor’s playful tongue.



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    Eventually the night grew late, and the effects of their playtime began to wear off. Sobered up, untwisted and mostly less swollen, she had fun, but was incredibly happy to be able to walk herself to the guest bedroom. Her legs still felt like jello, and she felt herself smushed up ever so slightly as she crashed down onto the bed.


    “Looks like you’re liking it.”


    “Mmmmm. Sleepy.” Erica replied, smiling.


    Felicita smiled, shutting the light for her still slightly drunk friend, “I’ll see you in the morning.”


    “Good niiiiii-Hiiiiiight.” Erica yawned.


    The door shut tight, and Erica let the silence of the house help take her to sleep. The sound of her breathing comforting, as a small part of her pined again for a warm touch.


    Her eyes shot open when she felt one.

Yet another entry in the Erica and her Psychologist series, though this one takes on a bit more of a personal twist! :>

I'm really enjoying writing for these two, but then again maybe I'm just addicted to cute. I've got one more of these planned out, so I guess stick around to see how it all goes or whatever!
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twinevr1's avatar
What a good story! And quite the creative descriptions as well. I could probably learn from you.