You looked up and saw Barbara wearing a long black t-shirt. "Just the girl I needed to see", Barbara said as she grabbed your shoulder and began dragging you over.
"Wait, Barb! What are you doing?", you asked as she pulled you out.
"My bikini bottoms tore and I don't like any of the designs in the gift shop, so you're gonna have to replace 'em", said Barbara as she pulled you to your feet.
"W-what?! I'm not doing that!", you cried.
"Well, you're not really in a position to protest", she said. "Of course, I could just use your swimsuit and keep you in my belly", Barbara said as she licked her lips.
You sighed as you followed behind Barbara. "Fine, I'll replace your bottoms. Just... go easy on me", you said. "And try to hurry. I don't want the kids to be by themselves for too long."
"Thatta girl", Barb said as she took you to the dressing room. At times, you felt like having Barbara know about your condition was a curse. She'd always take the opportunity to prank you or make up an excuse to turn you into a bra or a pair of leggings. But if something serious happened, she did always help you out. As soon as you two walked into the dressing room, she immediately picked you up and began squishing you down into a dark flesh-colored ball with eyes, tossing away your swimsuit in the process. "We won't be needing that. A bit too modest for my tastes", she said. She then placed you on the bench and tossed the black shirt away... revealing that her bikini was perfectly fine! "Yeah, I lied about my bottoms", she said as she slipped them off. "I'm not letting a chance to mess with ya get away from me."
You were pretty upset with Barbara right now. You never cared for how willing she was to fuck with you when you were in this state, but you could never bring yourself to actually hate her for it, even if the day you had planned with your son and friends was now going to be spent wrapped around your friend's waist. As she slipped her bikini bottoms down, she gave you a good look at her pelvic region. "I'm gonna leave you facing out so you can at least see what's going on. Would you rather be in front...?" Barbara picked you up and brought you up to her glistening wet pussy, her flesh still shining from the water from the pool. "Or the back?" She then pulled you around to her plump booty. Her ass, though toned, was covered in a layer of jiggly fat, brought on by both a recent lack of exercise and some of your previous body mass that was now padding her flesh from one of your previous bouts with your illness. "No answer? Fine. Guess I'll just choose for you."
You mentally yelped as she pressed you into her flesh, stretching and smoothing you to fit her wants and molding you around her curves. She then pulled you back and snapped you, causing her thighs to jiggle. "There you go, nice and tight", she giggled. She then reached into her bag and pulled out a spray bottle labelled "Beta3", making you mentally gasp. You had been experimenting with making clothing out of material similar to Jack's body (with his permission, of course). You had encouraged him to fill up on sweets and had gotten rather fat before you removed the excess mass from his body. The clothing was unstable on it's own, so you had developed a formula to hold it together. Your first version, Beta1 only held it together for a few minutes, and Beta2 had only lasted for an hour. Your newest solution, Beta3, held the material together for several hours before it became gooey again.
Barbara sprayed you with an even coating of the solution before putting it away. "Can't have you melting into my skin, Trish", she said. "Walking around bottomless is generally frowned upon around here", said Barbara as she walked out of the dressing room.
Where did your face end up?
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