Auntie Sam (Patreon)

I did this piece as my first Poll deciding transformation to showcase my new friend Red V. Pancakes art. Amazing artists like Tailblazer and GrumpyTG have helped me get my start and I really want to do the same for other creators... so without further ado and right before the buzzer... a 4th of July Special "Auntie Sam" with a transformation voted on by you! (I didn't really get the Cheerleader bit in minus the outfits, ENJOY!

The howl of another firework was punctuated with a flash and a boom. The night time crowd of bar-b-quers and holiday celebrants let out their oohs and ahs in response. Music and splashes of color, with the wafting of sizzling burgers and strong smell of beer permeated the air with a tone of happiness and excitement rolling through the night. For the most part anyways.

“Wooooooowee look at dem tiddehs” screamed Tommy to his friend as they sipped beer and cat called a patriotic dressed red head in a top hat, striped pants, star spangled bikini, and some of the biggest breasts they had ever seen. Not only that but she was clearly drunk and dancing to the music, her mammoth mammaries wobbling like giant molds of star capped jello. The red head, though tipsy, was not a fan of their chear.

“Hey chuckle heads, I may have gotten mashically carried away but you can notishe without being gross about it.” Jessie, the ginger wagged her finger at them as a blonde girl wearing cat ears wrapped her arms around her. “Not now Sey, I’m yelling at the dummies.”

“Dummies! Listen here you lesbos we’re what Merica is about” called Bill, the other shouting white tank top, red hat wearing instigator. “We’re patriots celebrating the birth of the greatest nation on earth and you’re out here desecratering the flag with your boobs… what are you even supposed to be, Uncle Sham?Bwahaha”

“What the hell is “Desercratering”? I’m not trying to have a political debate, Pukes of Hazzard. I’m just saying pay attention to the fireworks and stop being creeps.” Her gaze hardened. “I knew the boobs were a bad idea”

“No no no Lady!” Purred her companion. “They are just jealous, I think they.. are very fun” The blond licked her lips.

“I ain’t jealous of anything ya slut!.” Tommy spilled his beer as he cackled. “Men like us built America.”

“Yeah, I can tell all the work you put in from the nicely developed beer guts”

Bill put a hand to his mouth and called “Shut up you skank!” which Tommy echoed. Jessie’s eyes seemed to flicker in the dark, maybe reflecting the fireworks, maybe something more ominous. Her companion, fearing a big fall out tried to pull Jessie by the hand but it was too late.

“Raucous chauvinist a-holes it is” Jessie grumbled. She clapped her hands and all the lights of the neighborhood, bulbs and grills went dark, the fire in her eyes the last thing to go out. Both Tommy and Bill grabbed at each other startled and uneasy. They both felt awkward and warm, like their bodies were letting off lots of steam and the more that hissed out of them the smaller they felt. SCREEEEeeeeeeeee… BOOM! A Red firework lit up the world, Tommy and Bill both letting out high pitched screams when they saw the arms they had grabbed when spooked weren’t attached to the faces they knew as their good ol’ buddy, but skinny blonde women! 

Bam! Boom! More fireworks glowed, blue and green and white, and as they each looked at the blonde woman pointing back at them where their friend should be, then at themselves they let out another shriek in unison. Both Bill and Tommy had been turned into short, blond women in blue starred stretchy booty shorts and white sports bras. Only their red hats remained the same.

“Tanya! Is that you?” Bill’s face scrunched even as the name Tommy contorted in his mouth.

“No my name isn’t Tanya, It’s Tanya! Who are you?” Tommy’s eyes went wider when he tried to say his own name and out came a woman’s, said by a very womanly voice.

“I’m Wilma… no my name is Wilma not Wilma! Gah!” Bill screamed finding it impossible to say the word Bill, and even more at the boobs bouncing around in his snug bouncy top. “I’m a woman! Holy crap. Are you… did you also-”

“Yeah! It’s me! And Yeah! That woman must’ve been a witch er somethin, she vudood us into chicks!” The new Tanya whimpered. They looked through the crowd filled field but couldn’t see her anywhere. The new girls, almost identical twins, only got fellow crowd goers upset as they blocked their view walking awkwardly in their new forms.

“Wilma! God I hate that. Is it okay I call you Wilma” Tanya poked her friend’s exposed side as she yelled over the firework explosions.

“I think you kinda have to till we find her to change us back Tanya.”

“Okay, erm… do you feel…. I dunno how to put this but, like the fireworks. Are they making you feel weird?” Tanya blushed in the dark as another explosion sent waves of warmth and tingling into her new tits and pert bottom.

“You mean like… a bubbling feelin’?” Wilma said in her girly southern twang. Another big bang went off and she cupped her tingling tits, her first glimpse of them was just of small jiggling masses strapped down in her top, but now her tiny hands weren’t even enough to cup them. And as more flashes and bangs filled the night Wilma could physically feel her growing tits press against her top and hands, pushing them away as they passed the DD range. “I… I think the fireworks are making us bustier”

“What?! I can’t hear you Wilma” Tanya fidgeted with her tiny shorts. “I got a damn wedgie in the front and back!” Wilma watched her friend twist and turn as she tugged at her shorts, her ass wobbled and grew, escaping out the bottom of her shorts. Wilma reached back only to find the side of her ass way sooner than expected, and way further back than she could have imagined.

“Could you two please keep moving! I don’t need my children seeing you fall out of your outfits. Have respect for the holiday!” some woman in the dark called out covering her son’s eyes. The crowd in the park cheered while some man called out the grand finale was about to start.

“Tanya! We gotta get out of here!” Wilma  urged.

“But the witch!” Wilma’s twin whined “What if she gets away and we’re stuck like this?”

“Girl if that finale kicks off they’ll need our trucks to haul us out of this crowd. We’ll look for her by the exit, ok!” Her friend nodded and they bounded and jiggled their way out of the sitting celebrators towards the grills, where they were stopped by some of their drunken friends.

“Hey cuties. How about you come over here and let me put a hotdog in your buns” a man named Joe chuckled as he looped an arm around Wilma’s waist.

“Joe! It’s me Wilma!” The girl struggled against him, flustered as her half bare bottom wobbled against his lap.

“Wilma? Did we use to shack up a few years back?” The man squinted to see her face.

“Hell no! I swear to god Joe I will-” SHHHeeeeeeeeeiiiiii BOOOOM. Both girls looked down at their chests as their tits wobbled in an enormous growth spurt.Their tops creaking against the sudden growth.

“We gotta get movin before-” BOOM CRACKLE CRACKLE! Tanya eeped and her blue stretchy shorts  pulled tighter up her butt, her nipples aching against her top’s material. It was embarrassing, and awkward, and a little painful as the pressure grew and grew, but insanely pleasurable as well. What should have been her member getting hard and long in her jean pants was replaced by a growing warm wet emptiness. Wilma had nodded in agreement to them making a run for it but five more blasts as sent them tumbling to the ground from their explosive growth. Facing each other with Wilma on her back and Tanya’s fat ass swelling on top of Wilma’s gut the women began to panic. Wilma tried to lift Tanya but there was just too much booty to be lifted by her tiny girly arms, and in the light of the fireworks, surrounded by their drunk friends enamored at the show, the two women felt their curves mash against each other. Pop after pop, crackle after crackle, and boom after giant boom, bounced, jiggled and surged their curves to the limits of the ginger witch they had insulted, and then past. Tanya fell forward from the weight of her giant bosom, Wilma pleading for her to get up even as she was silenced by the heavy swollen cleavage that engulfed her face, tiny in comparison. The pop of Tanya’s top was hidden under all the fourth of July explosions, her squirming buddy just making her bloated flesh hotter, and it was almost a pleasurable release when her shorts blew open relieving the pressure. Even if it did expose her ass and new plumbing to all the drunken rednecks who could do nothing but stare at the pile of curves. Between both women’s continual growth there was probably the mass of four people between them and the shear amount of tit and ass.

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“Lady…” Sey, the blonde woman who was actually the red headed witches familiar started while watching the spectacle from afar, “I think you make a great uncle Sam. Look at the patriotism swelling in them now.” She giggled.

“Uncle Sam, I hate uncle Sam… always roping people into wars and asking for his money when he never spends it right. That’s why I did this silly costume. I’m very Anti-Sam as an image. Bad uncles suck”

“OOOO I like that! Auntie Sam. Samantha your bad bitch aunt ready to recruit you into womanhood if you act the fool” Sey giggled and cuddled her witch. “But do you think it was wise to grow them THAT big, you know how much it skyrockets their libidos with the growth.

“First, Auntie Sam probably shouldn’t cast shpells in the dark while drunk. Second it’s not permanent and should wear off in like… 24 hours as long as they can keep their horny in check. But above all… people should just try harder to not be ass holes.” Jess tried to cross her arms under her expanded bosom but had a bit of trouble.

“I salute such a notion lady” Sey physically saluted. “But… I’m going to have to protest you being out any longer. Growing yourself this big and not letting Kitten play with them, it is an evil evil tease. I will overthrow your governing if that is what it takes!”

“We’re in public! You can’t just grope infront of everyone!” Jessie tried to waddle backwards as her familiar prowled towards her, violet eyes glowing in the firework lit night, her gaze never leaving Jessica’s pale freckled tremendous cleavage.

“Cats do it all the time in public”

“You very well know that this is not anything like-”

“Down with the oppressors! Freedom for the tiddeh!” Sey sang her battle cry and charged her witch, as Jess did her best to stay ahead of her blonde beauties thirsty groping hands. Jessie’s calls to “wait for home” and “Sey no!” slowly were lost in sounds of fireworks and the inappropriate moans and squeals of two southern girls, and the cheers of the grilling southern boys around them. All things considered, the night was ending with more bang than anyone could have thought.