Bursting Emily's Bubble (Patreon)

It was the day of an illustrious Blissfield tour. It was the peak of Emily's excitement. She had long been trying to get herself into the much-desired Blissfield tour. She had been buying whole boxes of the candy bars the tickets were found in to try and snag herself one. Most of which she ended up eating or unloading onto her friends. The two both were trying for it however finding even one was rare. A once in a lifetime sort of chance that so few ever saw inside Bliss. All that they did say that it was life-changing, although most didn’t get to say much on it. The mystery of the candies and other treats inside had been so incredibly alluring to Emily, she just had to go. It was in the last bar in the last box that the two found a singular ticket to the Bliss tour and while both wanted to go, Celeste conceded the ticket knowing the joy of knowing Emily’s excitement was far better than whatever could be in the factory. Emily was going to make the same offer but her partner was certain that it was her ticket. She held it in her hand excitedly as she stood at the large brass gates that stood before the impossibly imposing factory. 

Looking around, All Emily could see was strangers. Celeste was back with the rest of the crowd, eagerly cheering her on from the back. There was a good mix of people. A tall gator lady, a skinny deer man, a rather stunning golden bird and a Chubby mouse lady. Looking up and down the line of the guests as they waited excited Emily even more. One of only five on this specific tour and soon to be part of the very select group that had been through her factory. There was always such secrecy about what was inside. She was always a lover of the bizarre, especially when it came to Bliss and their oddly strange candies. More than once had she had been pranked with explosive fudge or indulged her occasional greedy fancies with a Blissfield quadruple chocolate milkshake. If this was the stuff that was public, what oddities where within the factory? She was so excited she couldn’t help but pace on the spot subtly as she waited. 

The fox was dressed light. It wasn't an overly cold day, so she was wearing little more than her usual grey top which had strong red collars and cuffs with short sleeves. Below she wore quite comfortable and baggy sweatpants. She did have her tee tucked in, finding it more comfortable than having it billow around. It also made her look slimmer which she appreciated. She was fairly slim by most metrics, but she was always a little insecure about her body. Sometimes, especially when she was bloated from carbs, she felt like a blimp. Thankfully, she avoided that in the morning with a light breakfast. That did however only make her more eager to get in as she was ravenous. So ravenous in fact that Emily had her long brown hair tied back, not wanting it to be in the way when she was sampling all the candy she could get her paws on. Her eagerness got the better of her as she began looking down to her phone to check the time. Thankfully it wasn’t too long before Bliss finally emerged from the factory. 

Emily found herself immediately a little intimidated by the hostess. She was nearly two feet taller than her. The public branding image of bliss had always been a short, portly woman with a kindness in her eyes. This one however was lanky and slim. Her figure was shown off  by a tight yet modest vest that had volcanic red pinstripes running down the black fabric. Emily felt a little unsure, however her excitement and eagerness drowned out any concerns she had. Even if she wasn’t the cuddly grandma she looked like within the advertisements ,she was just a candymaker. One by one the guests filed up to the hostess to hand in their tickets. As Emily walked past she handed hers up. “Pleased to be here today ma’am!” she complimented excitedly. 

“Most are Miss,” Bliss told her dismissively before taking the ticket to examine it. The thin gold seemed to glow along the lines of text as she did. “Excellent, pleased to have you on the tour. Please join the others so the tour can begin.”  her tone took on much more excitement after the glowing. It made sense to Emily. She had been following the tours since she wanted to take part, the previous tour had someone trying to use a fake ticket. It had caused quite the upset; the tour being cancelled on the spot. No one heard from the guy that did it since it happened neither, Emily guessed the backlash pushed him from the internet.  Moving over to the other guests who had been checked, she hoped eagerly that no one was foolish to try it again. Thankfully, all five of them including Emily were through the gates. Barely a moment more was wasted before the group disappeared into the factory, Emilly giving one last thumbs up to celeste with a big, wide smile. 

The factory started off with an immediate bang as the group was escorted into a rather stunning room made entirely of chocolate. It resembled a grand zen garden with a large water feature in the centre. However, instead of serene clear water it was thick milky chocolate that oozed from pool to pool. The room was pungent with the delicious smell of the cocoa confection, it was enough to make Emily drool. As all the guests were set upon the room to enjoy, she went off to sample some of the more interesting parts. As much as she was hungry, Emily wanted to make the most of her eating experiences so only wanted to try things that seemed unusual. Most of the room was little more than solid chocolate. The rocks and sand were nothing more. However, the trees that littered the place leaked a delicious chocolate syrup with a slight hint of maple that she tasted on the tip of her finger. It would be perfect for a hot fudge sundae, so much so she was a little upset she didn’t have ice cream to put it on. If it weren't for her sense of decency however, she would have licked the tree clean of its sap. Emily did however keep dapping her finger into it to have a few “just one more taste” ’s as she looked around for something more fascinating. 

However, before her search could find anything else that tickled her in the same way, she heard a commotion coming from the river. The chubby mouse had seemingly gone in for a drink from the ponds, something Emily had contemplated, and had fallen into the thick chocolate within them. Morbid curiosity brought the fox closer to the bank to watch the mouse struggling to swim. Bliss began talking on the reasoning behind the large ponds but it was hard to focus on when it seemed the poor lady was struggling to swim. The tall crocodile lady grabbed a stick from one of the chocolate trees and held it over to the mouse however Bliss snatched it from her. Emily didn’t hear the reason behind it, it didn’t matter that much. She was trying to think how she could  do anything but just watch. It made her feel so guilty  that she wasn’t helping even if there was nothing she could realistically do but watch as a pipe lowered down into the chocolate. It sucked her and the candy up all as a group of weirdly dressed bug-men sung mockingly. It was all a strange blur to Emily as everything seemed to be happening far too fast towards the mouse. It was barely a blink before she disappeared. Emily could only shrug and move on , with the hopes of moving past the horrible accident and go back to enjoying more strange and exciting candy. 

Emily and the remaining guests all boarded the bliss coaster and took off down its winding tracks like a bullet. It was exciting! Enough to take the foxes mind off the accident she had witnessed and put her right into an excited and eager mood ready to get stuck right in to a new room of delicious candies. The coaster came to a slow stop in front of a room with a strange name. “Gum…meadow?” she asked confused as she stepped out of the coaster. Bliss was quick to answer the confusion. 

“Yes! See… gum often uses a specific type of rubber to create, however I found a way to simplify the whole process by mixing the trees it is harvested from with a few common types of grass  and some of the delicious fruits for flavour,” Bliss spoke as she led the tour into the room. It was a baffling sight to all. The  floor, beside a few stone paths snaking across the expansive area, was entirely covered in thousands of  multiple colours of chewing gum. The area was the size of a farmers field , although the walls had been painted with a sky facade which made seeing the far walls harder. “I created the chewing gum grass! The stuff just needs to be harvested, packaged and sold.” 

Emily was in heaven. She LOVED gum. Chewing or bubble, either way it was amazing. She could spend her day just chewing away at some delicious gum. Something that appealed to her was the fact that however sweet and wonderful it was, there was relatively few calories within it. Sure, there was some but compared to a candy bar it was leaps and bounds better for her, which always made her feel better about enjoying it. She was always worried about her body, not wanting to get fat. It didn’t stop her from eating chocolate and other unhealthy snacks, but it did make her feel guilty after a little binge. Gum, however? No such concern. Her mouth watered a little looking at the large swaths of gum. Her excitement peaked as she and the group were let loose onto the fields. Immediately she began looking for her favourite flavour. The areas where split into dozens of colours with small little signs noting the flavours for each of them. However, Emily let her nose lead her to a large patch of strawberry and cream. She grabbed a couple blades, and with the lightest tug they ripped away effortlessly. Emily began chewing blissfully. Letting her mind go empty as she focused on nothing more than the sweet tastes that danced around her mouth. 

Wanting to do something as she chewed however, Emily sought out the rest of the group.  The tall gator lady was the easiest to spot and she was hanging out with the deer. The two were having a competition that Emily could see for a good distance. Both blew large bubbles, the croc’s being yellow and the deer’s being purple. She walked up to the pair and asked, “can I join you?” she asked. The croc turned to her and in doing so, her bubble burst letting loose a strong banana smell. “God damn it. You made me loose!” she grumbled. Triumphantly, the deer popped his own bubble and gloated arrogantly. “I told you that I can blow the biggest bubble! I am the greatest!” 

“Shut it! I only lost because I lost my focus.” the croc grumbled.

“Oh…I am so sorry miss.” Emily mumbled shyly, feeling bad for ruining their competition. 

“No, don't be. You just saved her time and breath,” The deer gloated, getting even smugger with the smirk on his lips. “Tells you what, why don't we all go for a round two? Your look of defeat is the best prize for my victory, I wouldn’t mind seeing it all over again.” 

The croc scowled and began chewing her gum again. “Fine. If only to prove that it was a fluke. You still want to join this lass?” she asked.  Emily smirked determinedly. She wanted to show the deer was wrong, not liking his overbearing pride. “Sure, let’s do it.”  

The three began to blow into their bubbles, Emily's pink adding to the yellow and purple of the other competitors. All three bubbles were becoming massive pretty quick, bigger than any normal gum that Emily had chewed before. She was surprised when the bubble was the size of her whole head. Yet it kept growing larger and larger with every second. That was until she saw that the crocs yellow gum popped. It made Emily jump, making her pop her own bubble. The gum slapped over her face, as did the smug gloating from the deer as he deflated his own bubble.  “Suck it losers. I told you I am the best! The best ever!” Emily, with her pride feeling damaged with the excessive smack talk from the deer. She began walking away not wanting to deal with him. The croc was doing the same, leaving the deer to gloat to the empty air. It made Emily kick the ground irritated. That was when, like a shadow, Bliss appeared behind Emily. 

“I wouldn't give him much thought; it was hardly a fair competition.” Bliss told her with a strange tone that was close to sympathy. 

“No, it was. I should have expected the gum to explode if I wanted to win. I just lost my nerve.” Emily argued. Not all that bothered by her loss at least not consciously. 

“I mean it. It wasn't fair. He was chewing fresher gum. As the blades of grass grow, they become less and less stretchy. The gum is still plenty stretchy for a good bubble when its sold, but the fresher stuff can get massive. I saw that deer testing all sorts of gums to find the stretchiest immediately before he began to challenge the crocodile. Unfortunately, he blindly found the freshest gum in the field. Well…other than the pink lemonade gum down there. But it hasn't grown enough yet.” Bliss told her, pointing one of her golden claws down the path towards the brightest pink Emily had ever seen. 

“Oh…well…thank you Miss Bliss. “She mumbled in reply. The hostess disappeared as quickly as she arrived leaving Emily with a thought. Not only was the Deer gloating but he had been dishonest about it. It boiled her blood a little to think about his entirely unearned arrogance. She was desperate to take him down a peg or two. “Well…she didn't say the gum was dangerous… just that it hadn't grown enough. She probably doesn't want me to dig up all the strips that were growing.  But…surely, she wouldn’t notice.” Emily thought to herself. She then shook her head. “No! no I shouldn’t.  I don't want to get into trouble. Celeste would never forgive me if I got kicked out.”  she argued with herself, but her legs subconsciously walked her over to the field. 

The delicious smell of the pink lemonade was so incredibly tantalizing to her. She stood over the field and her hand was hovering over the grass. Her hands lowered, before snatching back. She just didn't want to get kicked out. She couldn’t let it happen. However, she could still hear the buck arrogantly gloating to the bird that he had beat the others at the competition. She couldn’t take the arrogance anymore. She grabbed up a half dozen of the small blades of gum and stuffed it into her mouth, swallowing her old gum to begin chewing the new stuff. All the blades came together to be about one strip of the stuff given how small they were. Immediately she determinedly stomped over to the buck. “Hey! I want a rematch!” she demanded with a confident smile. 

The deer turned to her and was all too happy for it.  He started chewing his gum to warm it back up. “I can win a third time today, sure. Come on then.” he told her smugly. The bird was already close, and the crocodile lady had overheard and came back over to look. All the guests were gathered for this final round, so the pair began puffing up their bubbles. 

The pink and the purple bubbles grew rapidly. The croc and the bird watched in eager anticipation of their growth. Watching them surpass any normal gum bubble size in seconds as both competitors gave it their all. Emily’s face filled with determination whereas the deer was filled with a smug arrogance, already assuming another sweet victory.  However as the bubbles filled more of his vision and got thinner and thinner he slowly started to realize that it wasn’t going t. e so easy.  As the twos bubbles reached the size they had reached before, the deer was certain that Emily's bubble would burst soon. Yet it just kept growing, almost impossibly so, so stretched it became a pink tinted window to Emily’s straining yet determined face. The deer didn’t give up however, he knew his victory was close he just had to go…a little…. bigger and

POP. 

The deer’s purple gum exploded; the bubble so big the stuff coated his whole front in a thin layer of gum. Immediately he began wincing at the rather gross sensation, trying desperately to pull the sticky sweetness off of his antlers and clothes. “Cheater!” he yelled impudently. Feeling victorious, Emily used a claw to carefully cut a hole in her own bubble, not wanting to be coated in the stuff as the deer had been. The bird cheered for her, and the crocodile took on a big smirk on seeing the deer being humbled. Despite her careful actions though, it did deflate over her face, smothering her snout in the bright pink gum. The smell of pink lemonade was overwhelming, but it was so pleasant that Emily didn’t mind all that much. She delicately peeled off the gum and placed it into a little scrap of paper in her pocket. As she did however, the others began looking to her with confusion. The bird was the first to say why. 

“Hey… uh… miss? I think you still have some of that gum on your nose. Just a little bit.” She mentioned. 

Emily brought her paw back to her nose and rubbed it yet oddly she felt nothing there but herself. It did feel a little tingly, but she brushed that off as nothing more than just a sniffle. However, a look of horror took the bird as she did. Even the croc, who had otherwise been quite neutral, looked concerned. Only the deer seemed to lighten up at it. “Oh… this is going to be good.” he announced with a return to his previous smugness. Emily looked around at the three of them with confusion and a little fear. “Wh... what? Did I miss it?” she asked. 

“No… no your hand went right over it. And…it looks like you are spreading it around.” the bird replied. 

“It’s still spreading now. You…feeling alright lass?”  the croc asked, taking a step away. 

“Y…yeah I feel…” Emily was about to say that she was fine out of habit but on thinking about it, she realized that she was feeling rather strange. She felt empty, like she hadn’t eaten anything all day. Yet, she didn’t feel hungry despite that. It was like she was full of nothing. “Funny… I feel really funny. Why?” 

“It’s … your nose! Its turning pink. Bright pink!” the bird told her fearfully. 

“Ha! Thats what you get for cheating!” the deer shouted, A wide grin on his lips.

Emily went cross-eyed trying to look at her own snout, but she could see it! Her nose turning as pink as cotton candy. As pink as…

Oh no. 

“The gum… the gum wasn't right!” Emily stammered out, fearfully watching as the pink stretched up to her face. That was when an icy coldness came from behind the fox. “As you very well knew miss.” a voice told her. Bliss, with her sinister false concern that was so much more hallowing to Emily know it was directed at her. She appeared from behind the fox before standing with the remaining guests to look over Emily as the pink spread over her cheeks and up to her forehead. “H…hey… you didn’t tell me that it would do this. You just said that it hadn’t grown enough yet!” Emily tried to argue but Bliss disregarded her statement with a glare. 

“Exactly! It wasn’t grown enough. The gum grass is unstable when it hasn’t gotten big enough. There's too much of the stretching formula at a high concentration. That stuff doesn't react well with the body. In a few ways…” Bliss trailed off, looking down at Emily with a smugness. 

Everyone could see the pink seeping down her neck, spreading over her chest and shoulders. Emily watched it herself, her eyes wide with fear. She tried to speak but she couldn’t manage it. The croc looked to Bliss. “How’s stretching formula turning her fur pink?” she asked, confused. 

“Oh! Well, it’s not just her fur. It’s all of her. The stretching formula is converting her body to chewing gum. Thankfully she got a great flavour. Imagine being stuck as our liquorice gum?” Bliss spoke, so cavalier about the horrific changes taking over Emily’s body. 

The poor foxes fear heightened as the thought. She looked down at her arm, watching the pink run down her bicep. She poked it in disbelief, and it was true. It felt like bubble gum. It made her feel sick to her stomach.  “Oh god… what’s going to happen to me?” she asked. Fully dreading the answer but desperate for any kind of reassurance.  

“What you deserve cheater!” the deer replied sharply, laughing to himself. It got him a firm glare from the croc.

“Correct! Unfortunately, my dear this is entirely your own fault. I had warned you it wasn't correct after all. As what is going to happen to you, that entirely depends on how much of a greedy thief you were. How many of my grass gums did you steal?” she asked. Emily tried her best to think how many grabbed.

“Uh… I don't know. Fi…five or six?” she stammered out, her eyes darting from one hand to the other seeing both get swallowed up by the gum.

“Oh dear. That could be a problem. See, five pieces of that gum would be concerning but six? That could have some more…devastating effects. Was it five or six?” Bliss asked. 

“I don't know! I don't know!” Emily replied, only able to watch as her fingers and tail turned to gum, leaving so little of her original orange none of which was visible. 

A deep rumbling, groaning sound came from Emily’s stomach. She looked down at her stomach then back up at her onlookers. Fear in her eyes, which slowly gained a pink tint to them. “Wh..what’s happening to me?” she asked desperately. 

“What happens to all bubble-gum my dear.” Bliss replied flatly. Before Emily could ask what that meant, yet to be given a single straight answer, an all too eager deer was quick to point it out. “OH! Look at her gut! She’s getting fatter!” he yelled. 

“Thats not fat. Its air.” Bliss replied flatly, having seen it all before. She smugly smirked on seeing Emily's panic. It wasn't just fear though, looking down she could see that her slim stomach was looking pudgy. Or …puffy. Either way it set off her insecurities to the extreme. Especially when she noticed that she was growing. Slowly but constantly. Emily could only whimper. 

“Calm down blimp!” the deer said mockingly, before reaching forward and poking her stomach. “Wow! She feels just like a balloon!” 

“It won’t be long before she is nothing more than one. That's assuming she only had five pieces however.” Bliss mentioned casually.  It only made Emily more afraid, she could only imagine what she meant by that. The poke from the deer felt devastating. Her stomach was so sensitive, even the gentlest of touch was overwhelming. “P... please don't…touch me.” she begged. The deer took it as a challenge however, reaching forward and rubbing her gut. Emily blushed, her cheeks turning slightly darker. The poke was overwhelming, but the rubbing sent shocks through her body that felt kind of good yet only reminded her of her larger stomach. 

The croc reached forward and slapped the deer’s hand “leave the lass alone ya freak!” she yelled at him. He only looked at her with a glare before looking back at Emily. The guests watched with apprehension (or bitter glee from the deer) as her stomach kept growing, slowly tightening her shirt especially around her waist. The bottom of her shirt was still tucked into her pants however it was being tugged up with every inch that her stomach was growing. “H... How big is she going to get?” the bird asked fearfully. Another question that Emily needed to know but entirely dreaded the answer to. 

“Oh… she’s going to get pretty big. Not much taller but certainly rounder.”  Bliss remarked. Emily was entirely confused. Why would she get taller…unless... She looked at her stomach and whimpered. No way it could grow to be the same size as her whole body. Right? Right…. That was when she felt her thighs press into each other. Her pants tightening as her legs thickened. A feeling she knew from a time she had been larger, one that she hated more than anything. She widened her stance so they didn’t touch yet her swelling thighs where quick to fill any gap she made. It made her realize…it wasn't going to be just her belly. Her whole body was going to grow. “P…please! Make this stop! I’m sorry for taking the gum!” she yelled, gently tracing her hand up her own swollen thighs. They felt so puffy and full, like balloons stuffed down her pants. 

“An apology is all well and good my dear but unfortunately I can’t stop this.” Bliss mumbled with a small smirk, revealing just a glint of her sharp teeth. “Besides, I doubt I have the time to do much of anything. You won’t be able to walk for much longer and I won’t be able to move you. You’ll be far too fragile to roll.” she told her. It was all the confirmation that Emily needed to confirm her deepest fears. She looked down at her body, which was slowly bulging above and below the hem of her pants giving her a cartoonishly bulbous hourglass shape. “A…are you saying I am going to…literally become a bubble?!” she asked, a tremble now in her voice.  

“Oh, heavens no, a giant bubble like that is incredibly unstable. Especially if you had six pieces.” Bliss replied with an incredibly cavalier tone. 

The other guests looked to Bliss horrified with the implication, the bird quickly asking “Is there anything we can do to …help her? Stabilize her?” 

Bliss looked up and down the blushing, upset fox, assessing her all over. “Well…there is one thing. If we can evenly disperse the gum of her stomach, it could increase her tensile strength.” she murmured. 

“Wh..what does that mean? How do we do that?” the bird asked not wasting a second , her vision going from the host to Emily, who widened her stance for a second time desperate to not feel her thighs touching. However her thighs and hips seemed to be taking the brunt of her transformation. Her stomach didn’t stop however, pushing past the size of the largest pregnant women into sizes not normally seen. Yet, her shirt still snuggly held to her waist band as if trying desperately to maintain the last shreds of her modesty. “Oh that’s rather simple my dear,” Bliss told her before walking over to Emily. Before the girl could react, Bliss’s cold golden claws slowly grabbed her shirt and quickly yanked it upwards , leaving it covering only Emily’s chest yet entirely revealing her large , rounded stomach. “You need to rub her stomach. Be very gentle of course. She is a bubble after all.” 

“I’m not a …” Emily went to argue however looking down at her own stomach it was practically undeniable. Even her lower back was rounding out making her gut look even more rounded. Even more like a bubble. She whimpered, unable to finish her argument. That was went a bolt of electricity rose up her back as she felt an incredible sensation. Looking to its source she saw the bird at her side, gently rubbing her gummy stomach. It felt nice before but now her belly was bare and even bigger, it was euphoric. It felt so good, yet that only made Emily feel even more embarrassed turning her cheeks even darker.  “I’m turning into a balloon….and I am loving it?!” she thought to herself. However, her thoughts were interrupted as two more hands came to her large stomach, more gentle rubs sending shivers through her spine. Her mind was a mess of a pleasure unlike anything. It wasn't sexual, it was beyond that. It was comfort at its most extreme. It was an overwhelming sensation that flooded her mind with pleasantness. It made her less and less focused on the distress of her transformation , now focused on the sensation of the hands gently rubbing her taut , rubbery hide. Her words came out as a messy stream of vowels , consonants and whines. 

“Is…is she alright?” the bird asked Bliss, worried at the mess of sounds coming from Emily. 

“Oh, she’s more than alright. All that pressure can do things to mind. I guarantee she is happier about this than you are.” Bliss assured her, all in the backhandedly sinister way she always seemed to speak about her guests. 

“Thats not saying much.” the croc said, begrudgingly rubbing the fox’s stomach. She was incredibly weirded out by the sensation. She could feel the fluff that was once on Emily’s stomach, now solidified into gum and slowly stretching outwards. It was like rubbing a fur-textured balloon that smelled so heavily of pink lemonade, it was like having a glass of the stuff pouring into her nose.  The deer in all of this seemed to be silent. His face told it all though. Frustration. Not from having to help someone but instead from no longer being the centre of attention. All this focus and all of this pleasure on Emily. He was jealous. So much so that he began to eye up the massive planting contraption in the distance, which was putting some blueberry gum seeds into the ground.  

With all the attention on Emily, every step of her changes was all too clear to the tour. Especially as all heard the loud snap of the drawstring within Emily's sweatpants, causing the restrained part of her gut to BWOOOMP out to match the plush gut around it.  All witnessed as her thighs, ass and belly all began to slowly merge into one central sphere after that. With how big her hips and thighs had grown it made her look very bottom heavy. Almost like a big tear drop. Her upper half seemed to take this as a challenge however , as her chest began to puff outwards too. She was well and truly becoming a blimp through and through. Yet her mind was entirely unfocused on her eroding figure or her slowly vanishing legs. It was entirely on the wonderful feeling of her stomach being rubbed at all angles. There was so much belly to rub now that the three guests could use both hands to try and soothe her growing stomach. 

That was when a Blissbugs, one of the dozen within the field that had been working as it all went down, came over to Bliss and whispered something into her ear. The dragons face turned to a jagged smile before slowly souring, although the frown didn’t seem quite as genuine. With a fake sadness, Bliss announced. “Dear guests, I am going to have to ask you to stop rubbing the bubble and take a good few steps back. It appears that this gluttonous goop stole six pieces of the gum grass.  There…. Is nothing we can do for her.” the two more caring guests widened their eyes , with the bird tearing up a little. They knew what it meant and began backing away , the croc especially, getting far away from Emily. The deer, in his own head, smugly tutted. “Huh. shows her right. Stealing just to cheat. How pathetic.” he too did back up. Doing his best to casually stand behind the croc. She turned to him and glared. 

“Why are you cowering behind me?” she asked with a growl

“I don't want to pick gum out of my fur again.” he replied bluntly. 

Unfortunately for Emily, the glowing pleasure of the belly rubs was slowly wearing off, leaving her only with the overwhelming pressure. As the haze slowly drifts away from her mind, she is left to look at her body. It had grown so much in her daze she could only gasp looking down. Her chest was growing but not with her boobs. Almost in spite of them, flattening out into one all-consuming curve. Her arms were starting to thicken up making them stiff. She had to fight to bring her own hands down to her massive gut, rubbing it desperately. She hoped for any amount of the relief she had been feeling, yet all she could feel was her gut pushing against her hands. “P…please! Help me …rub my belly more!” she begged.

“It won’t do anything for you now. Six pieces is just too much stretching formula,” Bliss remarked. “All it would be now is an exercise in selfish hedonism on your part.” Emily was far too confused to try arguing with Bliss, yet she was still desperate for help. She could feel her clothes straining. Every little crease in the fabric of her shirt and pants pulled tight, with her filling every available inch within them. Seams pulled so tight that small amounts of the gummy fur underneath could be seen. All the girls could do was whimper as the last trace of enjoyment vanished. Only one thing remained. Tightness.

Defiant of her grim fate, the fox began trying to rub her own stomach, desperately for the relief. Not only did it not feel good at all like when others had done it, it had also shown her the stiff discomfort that came with moving. Her arms were puffing up like party balloons and the bigger they got the harder it was to move them. It almost felt it some invisible force was grabbing her wrists and pulling them both into a star. One quick attempt at taking a step and Emily realized her legs were all the same. If not even worse thanks to her pants which constricted her thighs even more. “P…please…someone! I…I need help. I am…I am so full!” Emily begged out desperately. Yet, as if her body was mocking her, she felt something even more bizarre. Her cheeks began puffing out. She could see it out the corner of her eye. It was like she was puffing into her mouth. With strain she brought her hand up to feel her swollen cheeks, they already felt so tight. It was just another thing across her whole body that kept swelling despite any and all reason. Nothing made sense to her. It was getting harder to think. 

“Surely she can’t get much bigger.” the crocodile asked. “Theres got to be something you can do. Anything?” she asked. Her voice, while stoney as ever, seemed to have a few more cracks of concern in it. Bliss didn't break her focus on Emily and her distress while replying. “Oh no no. theres nothing that could be done. The only way to possibly stop this would be to freeze her to stop the stretching formula. Unfortunately, there’s no way we could get her down to the freezers without having her pop… so we may as well enjoy the fireworks while we can. I would take this as a lesson to you all. Sometimes people are just better than you, and you shouldn't cheat to beat them.” All she had said put a smug smirk back onto the deer, feeling his victory returned to him. Bliss had a much bigger smile as she watched the first seam on Emily's pants tear. An immediate flood of pink bulged through the rip, widening the gap into a large diamond. It made her whine and whimper. She had never ripped her clothes before. It made her insecurities go haywire, only adding to her pitiful, miserable state.

The guests with consideration in their hearts began getting nervous watching her growing. Bliss noticed this and sighed. “Well, we can’t have this little brat ruin the tour. How about a little fun hmm?” she called out before holding out her cane. Within the second, all the Blissbugs that had been working the fields had approached and forming a circle around the bubble of a girl. Now they were all grouped up, it was easier to see them. They were insect-like. The group had seen similar sorts come out when the mouse girl had gone up the pipe. A bunch of grasshoppers had come out singing a mocking song about the girl. These ones where larger, stockier and wider. “Oh good, more grasshopper songs! I can’t wait to see them put her in her place.” the deer yelled excitedly. 

“Locusts my boy. There is no creature better suited for the reaping of what’s sown than a locust. But don't worry your precious little head. They sing all the same.” Bliss informed him, watching with eagerness as the Blissbugs tightened the circle around Emily, putting barely a foot between them and her bubble gum. Their hands began to approach her. The fox was hopeful for a brief fleeting moment that they would rub her belly and ease her tightening pain. Unfortunately, all they began to do it poke into her tight skin. Their latex-coated fingers pushing into her stomach. They weren't able to go all too deep, barely in at all. But to Emily each one felt as if someone was poking right through her. The tension in her skin magnified it to a ludicrous extent. It didn’t hurt. But it made her cripplingly aware of just how big every inch of her was getting. Aware that her belly was now wider than she was tall. Aware that her old self could have comfortably stood within her current hips. Aware that… even her back was joining the one central curve that encompassed her whole entire body.  

And to make things worse, as Bliss had warned, they began to sing. 

“there she is, the stupid  bloated fox. 

Fat bubble body and chewing gum locks. 

Barely able to move, yet she keeps chewing. 

A little reminder this is all her own doing. 

Greed and pride where this brat’s weakness.

But don’t think of her passing in bleakness!

The words a better place now she is gum. 

A little less greedy, a little less dumb.”

As they sung, they kept playing with her bloated form. Poking her tight stomach as if checking her forgive. Some began grabbing the hem of her pants just to tug on them, although fitting anything between Emily and her waistband became an increasing struggle. They did the same with her top too. Always around the seams, encouraging more violent rips down the fabric causing more pink skin to puff out to fill every new gap it can. Emily tried to swat the hands away, but she couldn’t manage it. Her arms so stiff that moving them with enough speed was impossible. She could only whine and groan through the next course. 

“In this bubble blowing she had to win!

  Now her victory has her stretched thin.

Just like she used to be, athletic and trim. 

But fatefully foolish and quite dim. 

Now she is the winning bubble blown! 

Unfortunately, she is too fat for her throne. 

She may have chewed her way to the top,

But soon this poor bubble has to pop!”

The others were not entertained by the show of cavalier cruelty. All accept the deer of course, who revelled in watching the fox who had one upped him getting her just deserts. He even tried to reach through and poke her gut himself, however the  grabbed him and looked at him with total shock “How can you be so…uncaring?” she asked, confused. Such behaviour impossible to understand to her concerned mind.  The deer pushed her off and glared at her.  “It's all her fault. Why should I care what happens to her?”

“Empathy.” the crocodile replied flatly. “Basic human empathy.” 

“Well, I am anything but basic, so that’s that.” the deer replied before returning his attention on Emily. The poor girl felt the same horrid sensations spread to the last few parts of her body. Her paws. Nervously she lifted her arm up to look just to see her paw puff up in front of her. She whimpered watching as her hands grew, looking less and less real and more and more comical by the second but no one was laughing. 

“Unable to move, trapped by her own form.

Filling with violent air like an oncoming storm. 

Yet here will be only one clap of thunder, 

The price paid for this greedy blunder. 

Her times running out, her end is near. 

You can tell by her ever-swelling rear! 

Her creaking skin her body's final call. 

Watch as she becomes a helpless gumball.”

Before Emily could try and decipher what it all meant, she was made all too aware. Her ass began to press into the ground even as she stood. She had swelled so big that her legs had been all but swallowed up, now just one big ball with swelling paws sitting either side. She realized she couldn't move her legs anymore. Not even a little like her arms. “Do…do I even still have legs?” the thought of her whole body having merged into this one grim sphere made her feel even more sick. She was feeling like less of a person with each inch her body grew. 

“Remember guests, for it may save you, 

Every word Miss Bliss speaks is true. 

If she warns you, it would be best to heed. 

Don't give in to your selfish, devious greed. 

Or else you'll end up like this sorry brat,

Bubbled up, helpless and ever so fat. 

Her misdeeds have spelled her doom, 

As she will keep swelling until she goes boom!”

Emily whimpered at the tightness forming within her. Her arms were starting to smooth out as her legs had done, as did her boobs. Both slowly disappeared into her chest as they grew outwards. She tried to fight against it but even her paws were getting stiff as they puff up. Especially her paw pads, which seemed to puff up especially. She would have thought it cute if not for the horror surrounding it. The pink domes of gummy flesh that was her body, slowly becoming one complete sphere. 

“While we hate to see our lovely guests go, 

We will revel in watching this fox blow. 

She is nothing but a greedy fat bubble, 

And she has paid the price for being trouble. 

Please be sure to enjoy Miss Bliss’s tour! 

This naughty brat can’t ruin it anymore. 

She just had to win, she had to gloat. 

But now this full fox is about to float!

Their words where quickly becoming true. Emily's body was becoming so light, so empty of anything but air, that she began to lift upwards. As her body left the ground, it felt as if the last little trace of humanity was stolen away. She wasn't even touching the earth anymore. Suspended up, unable to move a single part of her other than her eyes which darted around the room looking down revealed only a sea of pink that steadily got closer and closer to her. She was sinking …into herself. She could feel her chest on her chin and cheeks. The music began to fade out. At least it did for her. Her focus was entirely on her creaking body. Feeling everything get tighter. Firmer . her long struggling clothes gave in, ripping at the seams leaving her massive pink body exposed. The air brushing against her only added to the bizarre sensations. 

She lifted higher and higher, her body creaked louder and louder with every passing second. Emily knew that she couldn't have much longer left. The tightness of her body was unbearable. The ever-continuing fullness. She tried to move her body; nothing would budge. There was just uncomfortable stiffness. Bigger. Tighter. Rounder. All that remained of Emily was her head and her paws. All else was smoothed out to one big ball. One big bubble. She whimpered and whined as everything got more and more uncomfortable. Her mind searched desperately for anything to focus on other than her horrific state. All they could think about was Celeste. Her poor, beloved celeste. Thinking of her girlfriend waiting for her, only for her to never return. Emily cried, worrying for Celeste far more than herself. Even as her body groaned its final groan. One last puff. One last creak. Then

POP!

Tatters of pink lemonade gum scattered to the ground. 

Bliss raised her hand and the Blissbugs began to gather up all the bits that had been Emily. “Wh..what are you doing now?” the bird asked, absolutely mortified. 

“Well we have to get her pieces if we want to put her back together. “ Bliss replied uncaringly, her smile fading now the show was over. 

“Wait..put her pack together… does that mean she’s still…” the bird couldn't finish the thought. 

“Of course. She’s still living all fine. She might be stuck as chewing gum , but we can shape her back into a person shape. She will be right as rain.” Bliss answered before turning to the exit. “Now come along! We have more of the factory to see and we certainly don’t have all day.” the bird and the crocodile looked at each other, both afraid of what was ahead yet glad that Emily was still alive. The poor fox was barely aware of herself anymore. Yet…she felt so much relief.

An old gift story for @someguy773.bsky.social (on bluesky) of his OC emily getting turned into a bubble of bubblegum.