Water Bags Ch. 04

Popster passed the driver and went on to find a seat. The driver, on the other hand, kept looking back at her.

"What the hell are folks feeding these little bitches? Their asses get bigger every time I see one..." the driver muttered to himself before pulling off.

Taking her seat, Popster began to look at the news on her phone, the backs of her thick calves touching the edge of the seat as she was too short. However, her huge ass was bulbous, a copious layering of muscle hidden by fat, making it more rounded than a fatter Miblin's would be. These proportions lifted her body higher off the seat, higher than one would expect, which attracted onlookers on the bus during her ride.

"Oh, they're still talking about that truck I knocked over on the news," Popster muttered to herself as she scrolled through her phone.

Across from Popster sat two teen boys, who couldn't take their eyes off of her.

"Bro, gods, look at her!" Said one boy to the other.

"Yeah, she's super taut for a Miblin... and her arms are super toned! So weird, but sexy," said the other boy.

"She's probably one of those Relief Miblins they put in really high-class gyms," said the one boy.

"What the hell are those, bro?" Asked the other boy.

"Oh, well when a dude finishes pumping iron, they a pump one into a thick Miblin like that one. It's supposed to really feel great," laughed one boy.

"Man, that's gotta be it. Look how she sits; her ass is pushing her entire body up. You can see the crease of her cunt through those tights!" Giggled the other boy.

"Wait, bro, bro, my dad told me that there's an old rumor about fucking them in the ass," laughed one boy.

"Oh, what?" Asked the other boy, enthused.

"Well, when you fuck one in the ass, they get a little dumber and their asses get a little bigger," pantomimed the boy, holding his hands out wide.

'How funny, young boys are so easy influenced... but I blame their racist parents, not them,' thought Popster, overhearing the entire conversation.

***

Back at the hideout, Willy awoke, materializing from the earring on Della's ear. Taking a stretch, she scratched her back and lifted her breasts with her hands.

"Well, I'm still super big. I'm more of a cow than I was before, but... ya'know that's fine. At least I'm not sore and nauseous. Becoming a staff for a while really helped my health," yawned Willy.

Then, spotting the teacup pig version of Della caused Willy to go into a swoon.

"Hehe, hello little baby! Thank you for taking care of me all this time. You're so kind and tough, but that's why I married you," Willy cooed as she ran her index finger along Della's back as she slept.

Turning to her left, Willy was surprised to find a change of clothes laid out on the bed. The red and blue plaid shirt was a bit too small for her huge bust, but it did provide support when she tied the long ends of the shirt together under her bust.

"Whew, okay, that's going to have to do. No shoes around, but at least there are these black leggings. What's that smell though?" Willy asked as she struggled to slip the pants on.

Plopping Della into her huge cleavage, she made her way out of the room to follow the alluring aroma.

***

Making her way down a flight of stairs, she passed a large area where three desks housing computers sat. The kitchen was at the end of the short hall. Pushing through a pair of swinging doors, she was met with the smell of pancakes.

"Wow, that smells great!" Sighed Willy, sniffing the air. This too woke Della, who sniffed.

"Oh, you two are awake! How did you sleep?" Asked Keyhole in a soft, maternal voice.

"F-fine... wait, who the hell are you?" Willy said, scratching her head.

"Oh yeah, I may not look like it right now, but it's me, Keyhole. Due to some part changes you're seeing my true form at the moment," said Keyhole, posing, her massive gut protruding out of her ill-fitting nightie and hanging low. Her C-section scar was on full display, coming from her deep navel.

"Well a-aren't you full," Willy grinned, looking at Keyhole.

"Oh, oh! Hohoho! That's right, your wife is pretty thick and I'm of a similar shape!"

"H-hey now, you don't have to say it like that, she's right here!" Willy blurted, pointing to the tiny teacup pig nested in her bosom.

"Wait, oh! Your wife is this tiny cutie here?" Giggled Keyhole, rubbing Della on the head with her finger.

"Yes! She, like you and I, can transform. I'm not too sure what this is even all about, though," Willy said, scanning Keyhole's body up and down with her eyes.

"Well, I'm an item girl like you, though I'm a gun and you're a big titty staff, right?"

"So I've been told, haha, and from what I've seen in pictures," Willy laughed, still gazing at Keyhole's form with lust.

"So, I guess I should explain further. From what Popster has told me and from what I've noticed in myself, I have about four states depending on the parts she uses," Keyhole explained, tapping her foot as she tended to the pancakes in her skillet.

"Wait, so this is your actual form, right?" Willy asked.

"Yes, right now I'm currently thirty-nine years old, and since you seem curious, I'm four-hundred and fifty pounds."

"Oh... whew," Willy sighed, turning red as she fanned herself, taking a seat at the small kitchen table.

"Haha, that knocked you off your feet, eh?" Keyhole laughed.

"Yeah, what... uh-oh!" Willy gasped, her breasts rumbling as Della emerged.

"Wait wha?" Keyhole exclaimed.

In a seamless action, the tea cup pig that was Della leaped from Willy's cleavage, became a fat sow, then landed on the tiled floor of the kitchen as a full woman.

"Now hey, Willy, wouldn't you like to be the olives between these two plush slices of bread?" Della teased, pressing herself against Keyhole.

"Oh, you're frisky!" Keyhole giggled, embracing Della while looking at Willy.

"Hey you guys, stop teasing me!" Willy huffed, crossing her leg over her knee, her breasts flooding over her leg and knee as she leaned forward.

"Hehe baby, you're so easily flustered!" Della giggled, clapping with glee.

"Well now, since you two are our new teammates I'm gonna make some breakfast. I love cooking!" Keyhole giggled.

"Oh yeah, Willy, she's a great cook. She cooked for all of us when you were out. It was hard as I was sick with worry, but she's just really been a big help," Della cooed in thanks.

"Aw shucks! Well thank you, you're not so bad yourself. Your wife is a great chef, W," Keyhole giggled.

"W?" Willy asked.

"Nicknames, baby! We're getting nicknames!" Della snorted with glee.

"Hehe, yeah that is cute," Willy chuckled, leaning back in her seat.

**

An hour later, in downtown Heats known as the 'The Ven' to locals, Popster approached a colored mint green building with a pink roof. On that roof was a large black sign that read "Mibby's Milk Bar" with the silhouette of a Miblin turned to the side as to show off the size of her gargantuan tits and ass.

"Here we are, Mibby's! Well, time to go through the Miblin entrance, I guess. Man, fuck that sign. Every time I see it my chest aches. They made me hold off lactating for three days so they could have an 'accurate portrayal of the product'. What a joke. They knew I would acclimate and keep some of that size. Assholes..." Popster muttered under her breath, adjusting her gym bag strap as she went into the alley on the side of the building.

Popster approached a small door with a touch pad next to it. She gave out a sigh before bending over and kissing the pad. The pad glowed in response with a flash green light reading 'APPROVED' on a tiny calculator-like screen above the touch portion of the pad.

***

Popster entered the Miblin dressing area, a rather sizable room with lockers, closets, and various chairs all circled around mirror pillars with rows of floating light balls between the seams of the mirrors.

"Hi P," said a sultry voice from the locker area.

"Hey Tap, so how are things this morning?" Asked Popster to the other Miblin.

"Fine! Sorry I left so early, is that girl okay?" Asked Tap as she rubbed her gravid belly

"She's fine, she actually joined us. Well, her and her wife," Popster explained.

"Oh, the funny pig girl. I like her, she's sweet!" Tap giggled.

"Yeah, she likes you too. She kept wanting to sleep with you because your belly calmed her," Popster cringed.

"I mean, I didn't mind it! My boyfriend does the same thing, I'm like heated water bag things!" Tap giggled.

There was then a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Popster said in her cutesy Miblin voice.

'Damn, that was good, she really did sound like a regular Miblin... wild!' Thought Tap, her eyes staring in shock.

Just then, the door to the dressing room from the bar opened and in stepped a tall woman donning a mint green suit. Lacking an undershirt, her midriff and huge cleavage were exposed. As she approached the two Miblins, her pink heels clacked against the polished floor.

"How are my two little babies this morning?" She giggled, giving the Miblins a maternal smile.

"Great, Madame Mibs!" The two answered, both pulling off a seamless Miblin accent.

"Oh good, you two have been practicing! No sexual undertones or coldness from you, just unassuming sweetness. Very good girls, very good!" Mibs clapped.