Urban Oddballs: Chocolate Milf
"Wha, where am I?" Annry shouted, finding herself sitting in darkness.
"Calm down, the movie is about to start!" said a similar voice, very close to her.
In a flash, a light beamed in Annry's face. This light was a movie projection, she was in a theatre, and there were rows upon rows of empty red seats. She looked around for the person who had spoken to her earlier. What she saw sitting beside her was the fat version of herself, Amy.
"Wah, where am I? How are you, or me...why are there two of me?" Annry stumbled, confused.
"Don't worry about that, just watch the movie," Amy giggled as a purple cat girl appeared on screen.
'Hey you're the new girl, right? C'mon, I hope you're experienced, I ain't got time for novices,'
Amy looked back to Annry.
"So, do you remember her?"
"Yeah, I took that bitch's eye for crossing me!" Annry said, rolling her eyes.
"Well she didn't cross you, she just found out what we did."
"We didn't do anything, you know this," Annry said.
"Do you qualify selling her sister as nothing?" Amy asked.
"Well, no, I just...look, this is what we do, right, we join teams and sell who we can and move on," Annry stated to herself, justifying her position.
"So why do we do that? What comes from hurting others for material gain?" Amy asked Annry, curious, though she already knew the answer.
"Well, the way they look at me makes me feel like they're just using me to get ahead, so I stay far ahead of them by tricking them and getting them sold into slavery," Annry said ,glaring at the screen as she watched the cat girl fight her past self.
"But why do you feel a certain way when others look at you? Why do you feel compelled to trick them and sell them?" Amy asked, looking at Annry with concern.
"You should know that better than anyone. Dad tricked us into being his cam whore alongside mom, who was nothing but a dumb bloated bitch," Annry snapped.
"Should we really let the faults of our parents sully the relationships that we have with other people? I mean, four groups of fine men and women weren't hurting us," Amy protested.
"So? They were all just going to use us in one way or another," Annry shrugged.
"You know that's a load of shit. We do this just so we don't have to open ourselves to anyone!" Amy yelled.
"You don't know anything," Anny scoffed.
"I'm you, dumbass, I know everything. I know how you wish you could be more comfortable with yourself, how you wish you could be like Gaxi," Amy snapped.
"Oh yeah, like anyone wants to be a fat little butterball, that's why we pawned ma for the ring in the first place remember?" Annry said with a coy smirk as the event described unfolded on screen.
"Yeah, and we cried about it every night afterward. Now we don't even see our daughters just because you wanted to pursue this selfish Outter thing," Amy snorted.
"The fuck you mean, selfish? You know as well as I do that this is what we wanted to do ever since we watched those Rachel Rat shows as a child. We wanted to be a hero, and being an Outter is the closest thing to that. Dad and his dick are the selfish ones," Annry scowled as imagery of Amy being fucked on screen by an older mouse appeared.
"You're right, he was a bastard, I over stepped, but you must consider this: Have the people you've been with done you any wrong or looked down on you?" Amy asked, bargaining with her other self.
"Well no. I suppose not, but aren't we dead at the moment?" Annry asked as Gaxi appeared on screen, looking down and yelling. "Oh, this is new, I've never seen this before."
"That's because we're not dead, dummy, we were saved by her, so maybe we should get up," Amy suggested, looking at Annry while losing her patience.
"Oh, right, welp guess the show's over," Annry said as the theatre filled with a brilliant white light.
"Oh, Annry, you're awake, thanks the gods your awake!" Gaxi cried, hugging Annry as they sat in Gaxi's bed.
"Uh, wah, where's the theatre?" Annry mumbled as Gaxi's breast muffled her mouth.
"Tomater?" Gaxi said, puzzled and looking at Annry with a worried expression.
"Oh, wait, never mind. Um where am I? Oh shit, where's Zeba?" Annry asked, looking around in a panic.
"Well, Shawky is looking for her at the moment, I'm sure she'll find her. Even though she's been gone for a while..." Gaxi said, a hint of thoughtful worry in her voice.
The two were then alerted by a heavy knock at the door.
"Who's that?" Annry asked with confusion as she rubbed her aching head.
"It could be Shawky but I doubt it, she has a key," Gaxi said, patting Annry on the lap before she jumped down from the bed and waddled towards the door.
"H-help, they beat him up and took everyone!" Sarah wheezed as she held up her wounded uncle.
"Woah, okay sweetie, okay, what happened?" Gaxi said in a slow tone, helping the couple over to the couch.
"Gah, some fucking punks came to the house and took all of the girls expect for Sarah here. Where's Zeba, I thought she was with you?" Dodger said, rubbing his bloodied nose.
"Oh my god, Dodger, the fuck you doing wide load? I'll get you an ice pack," Annry exclaimed, both shocked at Gaxi's poor first aid and Dodger's condition. She stumbled into the kitchen, holding her head.
After both sides were done explaining their stories and an ice pack was on Dodger's swollen eye, he proposed a thought.
"Okay, I'm not sure I know where your 'Shawky' is, however if she was looking for Zeba I'm guessing that whoever has her now is out of Shawky's ability to track. I'm willing to bet this same person is responsible for kidnapping the girls. When I tried to chase them down they escaped in a carpet of some sort."
"Wait, like a floor rug?" Gaxi asked.
"Ah shit, girl stop talking so loud, he's talking about a 'Porter Mat'. It's a black market item that can teleport people," Annry replied.
"S-so if they used something we can't trace them, right?" Sarah pouted, her red eyes filling with tears.
"Well, um..." Annry said looking down.
"Oh, oh I know, I'll ask Shawky about it!" Gaxi clapped, pulling out her phone.
Across town, Shawky's phone rang.
"Oh man, not now Gaxi!" She grunted while rubbing her belly.
"Haha, what's with all the butterflies, puta?" Maria the Metal Murmurer laughed as she fanned the fluttering wisps away.
"Wait, Ay Dios Mio!" Maria cried, realizing that the butterflies were just a distraction for two skeletal crocodiles that sprung out of nowhere, munching down on her arms.
"Gotcha!" Shawky snickered, holding her hand to her mouth.
"No yet, you dumb puta!" Maria yelled as she flicked a finger, causing Shawky's navel piercing to be ripped from her flesh.
"Shit!" Shawky cried as she held her belly, as the crocodiles dissipating back into wisps.
"Haha, game over puta!" Maria laughed as she morphed the piercing into a thick needle and aimed it at Shawky.
"Time to...GAWK!" Maria cried as a foot lodged itself into her face.
"Woohoo, here comes a new challenger!" yelled the figure in a female voice.
"What the hell?" Shawky mumbled, confused.
"Bam, bam, bam!" The figure laughed as she rained a combo of kicks and claw slashes down on Maria. Stumbling back to regain her footing, Maria burbled out through a blood-filled mouth:
"Stupid gata puta, I'll.."
Before she could finish her threat, the purple cat girl began laughing in her face.
"Yeah, bitch, I'm a cat but look at these udders! Looks like someone should be in a kitchen making tacos instead of playing super villain on the street!" The purple cat girl laughed, juggling Maria breasts.
"Why how dare..." Maria's retort was silenced by a slap that sent her to the ground.
"Ah shut up, titties, time to make you wife material." The figure laughed as she rammed her tail into Maria's bare cunt. Putting her hands in a prayer pose she began to chant:
"Bi-bi mi bo bi-bi mi bo bi-bi mi bo bi-bi mi bo!"
She then outstretched her hand and yelled:
"BIMBO!"
Maria's body began to squirm, her brown skin becoming paler and paler. The natural hang of her breasts became more like overstuffed balloons. Her lips ballooned as well, so much so that any obscenities where muffled by their girth. Her black hair became platinum blonde, growing long enough to kiss the small of her back. Her hips widened, parting her legs as her irritated pussy pulsed, the meek clitoris becoming a fat angry thumb-sized button.
Her sister parts followed, as they too became fat and moist. Her size change also led to the rapid shedding of pubic hair, leaving Maria's sex bald. Due to these continuous expansions, the overall frame of her body shrank. When her transformation was complete, Maria was only 149 centimeters tall and resembled a lewd plaything as opposed to a person.
The figure plucked her tail out of Maria's snatch and looked at her handy work.
"Whew, now you're probably worth more than your criminal asking price. I could sell you to a fat diplomat and make a hefty bit of money," The figure laughed.
Maria struggled to her feet, and as she did all of her piercings fell to the ground with no holes to secure them. The transformation made her flesh flawless, lacking any odd hole or protrusions.
