Chapter 16 - bidding war

The first chime echoed through Jess's ears and the text of the request was read out to the room with woos of joy and support. Apparently the first pervert had hit on something all the room was waiting to see. Jess tied to lean forward in her place under the spotlight and slowly read the words as they came onto the projector, trying to keep up with the craze of the chat room.

The green letters next to the first purchase indicated what this person spent a million dollars to see. From Jess's experiences with the Crossroads she was comfortable assuming that they would be capable of doing whatever sick and twisted thing the room came up with. But evidently they room felt like starting the evening out slowly. Jess read as the first screen name spent a million dollars in order to see her pregnant. She sighed with relief as she felt her belly begin to swell in her red dress. If the rest of this evening was going to be so easy, Jess could make it out of the chat room with relatively little trauma and begin sharing Sammy's gain with Maria come sunrise.

She felt her dress stretch with its magic qualities as her tummy seemed to grow and grow. She passed the ninth month, her belly round and spherical and was pressing onward when she decided to read the green text again. Was it twins? Triplets? How many babies had this man asked be put inside her already plump young body. Jess's breasts began to swell with milk, stretching the top of her red dress out as they grew heavy and yearned to rest on her rotund tummy which was growing with more and more spawn. Little life forms kicking and moving around inside her as her tummy continued to grow. Her eyes raced over the top of the chat room feed but she could no longer see the green text! How many were inside her? How many more to come?

Jess fell to her hands and knees under the incredible weight of the baby belly she was now toting and she knew the Crossroads had allowed that to happen, releasing her from the power of the spotlight only long enough for her to find herself in the position of cattle on the floor. The light shot back down on her as her breasts, now falling free from the top of her dress due to the incredible gravity, splashed milk from them and began to leak onto the wooden floor of her bedroom. The dress, magical or not, began to tug up her thighs as her hips flared to make room for the birthing, and inch by inch the red fabric revealed more of her chubby rump to the audience at home. She felt her belly tickle the floor boards below as it filled with more and more babies. She could hardly fathom the amount of life that must be crawling around inside her but her mind raced with guesses that ranged from fifteen to thirty. Her breasts dripped endlessly with milk that splashed across the room and Jess wished that there was some way for her to clean it up.

This wish was evidently poorly timed as the second chime came in over the chatroom and Jess knew that the first wish had been granted and now someone was paying for a second. Jess struggled to look up at the display and wondered silently whether or not this wish would come to an end as the second one ended. She could see the room going wild, the chat screen going by too quickly for her to possibly read in her moment of anguish. She attempted to scream out in the dark but the spotlight kept her from speaking. The light that held her in place only lit up a bit of the room, better for the audience and Crossroads to get a perfect view, but out of the corners of her vision Jess could see two snake like tubes moving out of the shadows on either side of her. The tubes had cups on the end of either one and as they reached up out of the darkness Jess realized that someone had requested she become a hucow right here on the floor of her room for everyone to watch.

She huffed in panic as the tubes snaked up under her and like the mouth of that creature, each cup leapt up and unceremoniously clasps onto each of Jess's heavy hanging breasts. The milk began to flow faster as it oozed its way down the tubes and disappeared into the shadows before trickling off to only Crossroads knew where. The throbbing of each breast was intense, and Jess could feel the way they moved back and forth, sometimes slapping against the tight drum of her over pregnant belly, which may not have been growing any longer, but nor had it shrank to its previous size. She felt her hips seize as another gallon of milk was carried away from each engorged breast, and knew that what she had just experienced was called a contraction. She felt a thick mixture of warm water run down the sides of her chubby legs as the dress came up to expose the top of her rump.

Her eyes, strained in this waking nightmare, looked across the chat room as they crowd all realized that she was about to go into labor. For some this was not a realization they were happy with, while for others the discomfort Jess was about to experience was exactly what they had come from. Amidst the infighting of the room, Jess could feel her contractions growing closer together as her breathing increased dramatically. And then another chime rang out in the room but Jess could no longer even attempt to keep up with the banter flinging back and forth on the projection screen. Her body was racked with new sensations and she heard a strange noise coming from behind her as a large cork materialized from the top of the room. She looked about her, her hair still perfect through the magic of the Crossroads, and knew at once that someone had requested she be stopped up. This was an awkward place for Jess to be, knowing that the dark powers her captors could indeed keep her stopped up, which would keep her from having to endure the birth, but it would also keep the spawn inside her, and the contractions would of course continue.

Jess's thoughts were cut short as she felt the cork tickling her ass as it passed by on its way to her womanhood. She felt it nudge up against her nethers and then slowly but forcefully plug her up with a powerful shove and twist. The babies swirled inside of her like a sloshing ocean of life and her contractions continued to shake through her but she would not have to give birth to upwards of thirty babies in front of a whole chat rooms worth of people.

The evening went on like this, with Jess transforming many times before the night was through. Sometimes her transformations specifically canceled out the effects of previous wishes, other times, as they had with the first wish, the requests stacked on top of each other. Jess had run the gambit on fantasies this night, ranging from a Willy Wonka styled Blueberry, complete with whipped cream that leaked from both of her breasts and all three of her wholes, all the way to snakes made out of demons cum that slithered over her round immobile body and crawled down her throat and up her rump before procreating inside her dome of a tummy.

At one point Jess found she had become a real cow, and at another she had the tail of a piggy and was branded before being being prepared for the oven. She was stuffed by models, by demons, and by machines, sometimes my inches, other times by pounds, but always to the specifics of the wishers. And there were many and more as the night stretched on towards morning. At times the dress would remake itself only to burst free under the maddening interest of one wisher or another. And never would it last for very long before a seam split or she felt the choker wrapping ever tighter around her throat. This was a living waking nightmare for Jess and through it all, the only thing that kept her going was the idea of Maria, of sharing the burden of her fattening sister with another, of no longer feeling alone in her sin. She grunted through it, as the Crossroads bank accounts grew and grew, and her belly did likewise.

In the early hours of the morning the Crossroads began to wind things down, and it was clear to Jess that the traffic in the room would have kept things going eternally if it were up to them. With the last few wishes, and the last of the chatters being booted from the room, Jess was returned to her normal state, or at least her freshly stuffed state from her feeding with Maria the night before, she was left with one final version of the dress, and the spotlight faded as the projector fizzled out, leaving her in a small huddle on the floor, waiting for sleep, and peace, to take her.