A Tale of Two Blues

The hum of the engine soothed the woman as she slept,though she was soon woken up by the sound of a blaring horn. Barbara shuffled her neck a bit and spoke into the microphone she had in her ear.

"Don't wanna be rude Butch,but could you please pipe down with the old tooter?" Barbara spoke.

"Sorry, you've been asleep for a while, and I wanted to tell you that we're here." Butch responded. Barbara's eyes widened in surprise,before a small "yeeee" of excitement escaped her lips. The truck stopped and the juices inside Barbara sloshed in frenzy. Somewhere around her she could hear the truck door open and the sound of feet on gravel. A few moments later Barbara could feel feet on top of her body,the shadow of a hand hovered over her mask. With a quick tug it came off revealing her chauffeur.

"Morning Barb." Butch greeted. His muscled body buttoned tightly in his flannel shirt. Barbara smiled back.

"Morning to you too. So did we get here first or has the rest of the family arrived already?" Barbara asked. She shook her head a little to work out some kinks. Butch took the microphone from her ear to allow her some, very limited, mobility in the neck department.

"Nah, they got held up by traffic a little and lost us. They said they'll be here in about three hours." Butch answered.

"Three hours! That must've been some traffic."

"Well most people wanted to gawk at the giant blue ball." Butch joked. Barbara stuck her tongue out in annoyance. Butch laughed a little at her attempt at voicing her offense. With a cough, Butch slowly moved himself off the woman. Juice wobbled in displacement as he moved his way across her surface. He hesitantly placed his foot onto the top half of a ladder, doing his best not to knock it down. With great caution, the man managed to make his way down the steps until finally he was back onto the ground.

"I'm going to remove the vice on your...you know." He spoke as a gentleman.

"My tits? Hoo-hahs? Bazonga? Chesticles?" Barbara quickly shot that attempt at modesty down. "We've been traveling together for three months now,you can talk about them Butch. You joke about me being all round, but you won't talk about my roundest bits!"

"Its just impolite." She thought Butch mumbled.

A image of the man blushing appeared in her head,it soon interrupted by warm palms on her surface. Somewhere on her body she could feel hands touch her skin,a few grunts were heard here and there. She guessed it took around ten, maybe fifteen, minutes until the man had finally gotten her vice off. The jiggle of her body confirmed that fact. Even though she was too big to see it, she knew her tits were now on display. Twin spheres nearly as large as her body breathed fresh air. Barbara sighed in relaxation.

It was nearly a year since she had blown up into this blimp of a woman. Initially as big her unaltered height,well at little smaller in diameter anyways, a few weeks after her accident Barbara had grown significantly. While first thought to be a strange fluke, it turned out that the poor clown's growth wasn't finished. Over a period of months, Barbara grew and grew and grew.The whole theater feared she'd never stop growing. Thankfully she did, though with quite the noticeable side effect.

While being flat as a board when she inflated, a particular part of her had decided it wanted to be in the spotlight. While once being two small lumps on her chest, Barbara's tits flared up like water balloons. Now over twelve feet tall, her bosom covered nearly a quarter of her surface. Fate seemed to throw the lady a bone however as it seemed her chest could be winched by a vice to combat its prodigious curvatures. If not, Barbara would probably not be able to perform ever again,or at least not to a family that is.

"Hey!" Barbara called out, hoping that Butch could still hear her. "What about that bind under my twins?"

"Can't" Butch yelled back. "Don't want you rolling off on me or onto me. We'll need to wait for your family."

"But I'm freezing my butt off here! I think, can't really tell if I have a butt anymore. Well, nonetheless, some lower part of me is freezing!"

"Sorry Barb, not much else I can do."

Barbara grunted in annoyance but changed the subject.

"So Appleton, what can you tell me about the place;its sights, its sounds, its nightlife so I can go boogie-woogie."

"I drove by it some years past." Butch explained. His voice a little farther away from Barbara, he was probably setting up the perimeter of tarp to protect Barbara's modesty. "I know there's a huge-ass parish here, real religious types that populate the place. I wouldn't say they're fundies though,if they were I would've made sure your family wouldn't step one foot on these lands."

"Awww, you're so sweet." Barbara responded. "So nothing else to do around here?"

"Nope, just open grasslands and hills.And I don't think the people around here want it any other way. It's not dying, nor even seems like it is, so there's no real struggle the town fights against." Butch spoke, now seemingly closer to Barbara. It sucked not being able to see who was right beside you,or behind you, or in front of you.

"Weird thing though, there was some rumors of a nun being...changed somehow."

"Changed?" Barbara spoke curiously.

"Yep, changed. A sister whose body was taken over by...a thing of great evil." Butch chuckled a bit. Barbara couldn't help but laugh as well. What was that even supposed to mean?

"All right Barb,I'm going to town really quick. I'll be right back, don't go anywhere."

"Hah. Hah. I'm sorry, I thought I was the clown here!"

"No you're the blueberry apparently."

The sound of Butch's footsteps soon traveled away from Barbara leaving the immobile girl alone. She squirmed for a bit in realization.

"Wait! Butch, come back! You forgot to put the microphone back! How am I supposed to listen to music!"

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A yawn escaped from Eve's lips,or at least, what was supposed to be a yawn. Her neck was currently encased by walls of her own flesh. Deep blue skin trapped the entire area below her nose. Which, in a strange way,left her mute. It crippled her way to communicate to the rest of the world. That and the fact she was over two miles away from the city.

"Another day." Eve thought. A quiet chant for the morning began in her mind. After that, a run-through of Numbers 1:1 to 2:20 was started. She had nothing better to do to past her time.

She stopped upon hearing the shuffle of feet. She wished she could figure out who it was. It was a pain to not know who could be in-front of her at any given time.

"Hello. Hello,its me Eve. Its Thalia." The youngest member of the parish spoke. Eve relaxed."I've come to clean your hair!"

Eve tapped her,or at least tried, to tap her foot as she waited. She knew how much of a hassle it was to clean her body, seeing as she was twenty feet tall. Almost as large as the old church she was relocated to, the sisters had paid a pretty penny to get the scissor lift that helped in her cleanse. It caused Eve no end of stress as she thought of the financial burden she had brought upon her family. That was not even mentioning the material it took to cloth her or the money that was spent to hide her. It left her quite isolated,both because of her location and her circumstances.

"Don't fret Eve. The hope of the righteous brings joy." A voice in her head exclaimed. Eve was days out in the forests wasn't entirely lonely.despair's opposite known as Hope had been her comfort for the last three weeks. Hope had managed to drive off the sin, though she had yet been able to cure Eve's affliction. But Eve still had hope she could be cured.

"Thank you my lady." Eve spoke,or thought, it was difficult to explain. "Was your trip to your mother Wisdom in anyway beneficial?"

"Sadly no, its seems even mother is having a difficult time trying to fix you.As always though, don't fret." Hope comforted. Eve smiled,even if nobody could see it,at Hope's words. Her concentration was soon broken by the snap of goggles onto her face. Thalia's voice could be heard.

"I am so sorry if I disturbed you Eve, the sister's bought you goggles to protect your eyes." Thalia sniffed for a bit. The scissor lift had now brought her to Eve's eye level."Its better than continuously closing them right?"

Eve looked at Thalia who smiled absentmindedly,the younger sister waited for confirmation until she remembered that her companion wasn't in the position to speak. She gasped and uttered an apology to Eve.

"I am so sorry. Blink one for 'yes' or blink two for 'no' if you'd be so kind." Thalia looked directly at Eve's eyes. One blink made Thalia squeak with joy.

"Alright I'm going to splash some water over you, be ready Its quite cold today."

Eve braced herself,the water crashed against her head. Eve's teeth chattered inside her mouth, her fleshy prison clenched her jaws tight. Eyes looked to see Thalia squeezing the shampoo onto her head. The fingers of the younger sister rubbed against her scalp. Eve soon went back to talking with Hope as the cleanse continued.

"Not even your mother can find a cure for me?"

"No, I said she's having a difficult time with finding a cure for you." Hope spoke,picking up as though their conversation never ended. "She probably has it somewhere, but her library is ever expa-getting lar-she has a lot to go through."

"I see." Eve sighed internally. "Does she at least have way to allow me to speak again?"

"I'll see what she can find my dear Eve." Hope answered. A feeling cascaded down Eve's body and she knew that Hope had left her. With that finished,Eve tuned back into her hair washing. Thalia was now preparing the conditioner,Eve shook her head to get some water out of her neck divot. Not seeing anything else she could do, Eve drifted back into her thoughts.

A few words did break into her trance however.

"They say a division of The Cobalt Theater is visiting us today. I wonder what acts they'll bring, I hope I can see that giant,blu-the balance act." Thalia caught her own words in her mouth fearing Eve might hear. Which she did, but Eve didn't mind.

"Does that blue ball also think and speak?" She mused.