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The Gathering: Scott Pilgrim Girls

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WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Kim Pine, Roxanne Richter, and Ramona Flowers (Scott Pilgrim) Various Transformations and Expansions

WORDS: 5000

For those that want to go in blind, the full list of transformations and expansions is at the bottom of the story.

A strange video tape transports Kim, Ramona, and Roxanne to a strange temple to participate in a ritual known as the Gathering, where their bodies are transformed and morphed in various astoundingly bizarre ways.

This story was created by randomly picking from a list of various transformations and expansions.

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Staring out the window of No-Account Video, Kim Pine watched the rain as it poured onto the sidewalk. A brush of her hand through her short, red hair let her freckled face gaze upon the CLOSED sign hanging on the window. Leaning against the front counter ruffled her black and white, zipped up sweatshirt. Her blue skirt received the same treatment as she crossed her legs. The ritual was one of the many ways she had learned to make time pass faster during her shifts. She hoped that the method would also work for the extra hours she needed to put in watching over the store’s temporary help.

Breaking her uneventful watch of the entrance, Kim’s eyes drifted over to the person currently sweeping up the floor. The slightly chubby woman with her blonde hair tied up into pigtails seemed normal at first. That was until someone saw the purple gi she was wearing, that kept her arms and legs bare to allow her to show what her ninja training could do. Roxanne Richter was the main reason the shop was messed up in the first place, making the grimace on her face and the bored look in her eyes seem fitting. That or she still had some leftover hang ups with her ex-girlfriend.

Leaving the ninja to do battle with a family of dust bunnies, Kim lazily glanced over to Ramona Flowers. For the exhilarating activity of stocking the shelves with DVDs, she had settled on dying her hair varying shades of pink for the day. The bright hue of her locks stood out against her relatively plain looking blue jeans and grey jacket. This clash of styles was something that Kim had grown somewhat used to ever since Ramona and Scott met. That was probably why she wasn’t so surprised when the pink haired woman pulled out a strange looking VHS tape from a box.

“What kind of movie is this?” Ramona asked, waving around the tape to show off the black and white eye printed on it.

“Beats me,” Kim said with a shrug. “Think I would remember seeing something that creepy.”

“Sounds interesting,” Roxanne commented, leaning up against her broom. “Put it on. It’ll give us something to make this go faster.”

“Or make you slack off even more,” Kim commented.

“Whatever, let’s just put it on,” Roxanne replied with a grin.

“Does it even work?” Ramona asked.

“Only one way to find out,” Kim replied, walking around the corner to take the tape from Ramona.

Brushing aside a layer of dust, Kim got to work setting up a VCR to play the mystery tape. Taking a moment to hook up all the wires to a TV, she cleaned off her clothes and took a step back. With remote in hand and the other girls at her side, she aimed at the screen and hit the play button.

A field of static on the television began to reshape itself into the eye seen on the tape. Blinking a few times, the pupil stretched out so that only its black iris could be seen. In turn the girls stared back at the eye in an effort to figure out what it was trying to do. Unfortunately, they were left with only more confusion as the screen flickered to a pitch black.

From the void came a force that reached out to drag the girls into it. One by one, each of them were pulled into the TV. As the last one able to hold out, Kim had the privilege of watching the empty video store disappear to be replaced with something ancient and unknown.

Hitting the ground with a thud, Kim struggled to get back to her feet and get an idea of where she was. The shrine-like chamber was made up of grey stone along the walls and floor that was lit by blue torches hanging from stone pillars at the side. Judging by the way Ramona and Roxanne looked around the room, she had to assume that they were equally mystified by the strange place.

All at once, the group’s gazes fell upon the mysterious device located at what appeared to be an altar. The object looked like an oversized bingo machine with a collection of differently numbered stone balls inside of a see-through container. Located near the base of the object was an out of place monitor that showed the same eye as before.

Upon stepping closer towards the altar, the women fell silent as cartoony images of their faces began to flash across the display. After a few seconds of spinning, the screen eventually stopped to show them in order with Kim in the front, Roxanne second, and Ramona in the last spot. As the faces shifted away, text appeared in their place.

“Welcome to the Gathering Shrine,” Ramona read aloud. “In this temple, you will be put through a ritual that will alter your mind and body for the sake of appeasing the All Seeing One. Have no fear. Once you have gone through five rounds, you will be returned to your former selves and sent back to your home dimension. Have fun?”

“What does it mean by that?” Roxanne asked.

“I think it means we’re trapped here,” Kim answered. “At least until we play along with this ritual. Who is this All Seeing One anyway?”

Though neither Ramona nor Roxanne was able to answer, Kim was replied to by the sound of the device whirring to life. As the balls shook around their enclosure, her face appeared dead center on the screen. Preparing for some kind of attack, she waited for a trapdoor to open beneath her feet or a volley of one hundred arrows to be shot at her. Peeking past her crossed arms to see what was coming her way, she watched as a ball with the digits 119 etched into it roll out of the machine.

Kim’s attempt to try and figure out what the number meant was ruined by a light, airy feeling going through her mind. Dropping her arms to her side, she stood there slack jawed while her head began to swell at a rapid pace. Becoming larger than her body in a matter of seconds, her enlarged cranium revealed itself to be filled with helium as she was lifted off the ground. Despite her expanded head and recently acquired buoyancy, she was overcome by a sense of pleasant calm.

“Kim!” Ramona shouted out, rushing over to grab the redhead’s leg before she floated off. “Are you okay?”

“Me…okay,” Kim replied, showing off an idiotic smile as her head bobbed up and down, ruffling the hair stretched across her inflated scalp.

“Dammit, she’s become a literal air head,” Roxanne commented, taking on the task of holding on to Kim’s other leg. “Hold her still. Maybe I can delate her with a shuriken.”

“No, she’ll pop,” Ramona shouted back, nearly getting lifted off of the ground herself.

“Then what else are we supposed to do?”

Roxanne’s question went unanswered as the device started to move again. Glancing over to see her face show up on the screen, her eyes kept focus on the different balls. When the machine stopped moving again to produce an orb with the number 80 on it, her attention soon drew to the shivers going across her body.

The shudders forced Roxanne to let go of the air head as her arms were pushed into her body. When her legs did the same, her figure began to thicken up with added mass that stretched her clothes to their limits. Rather than a bulged out form, she maintained a plump, cylindrical shape as she continued to grow. Doubling her original height, her added thickness tore at the seams of her outfit to leave parts of her flesh on display. With her limbs sunken into her figure, all she could manage to do was roll back and forth with her sausage-like body.

“Roxanne, what happened?” Ramona called out, having to struggle even harder to keep Kim on the ground.

“I don’t know!” Roxanne replied, turning herself over and over again in an attempt to fix herself. “Ugh, as if I wasn’t chubby enough. Hey, you got to do something here.”

“Heheh, sausage,” Kim chuckled, only adding to the ninja’s torment.

“Don’t worry Roxanne, I’ll think of something,” Ramona said, switching her attention back and forth between her companions’ bizarre bodies. “I just need time to get Kim secured.“

Ramona was filled with intense feeling of dread as she spotted her face appear on the screen. Watching the device start to pick another ball, she tried to find some way to stop her fate. Too busy focusing on keeping Kim from floating off, she nearly missed the moment when an orb appeared to show off number 54.

Concerned with keeping a grip on her airheaded ally, Ramona had to fight again every inkling to react to the sight of pink fur covering her hands and going up her arms. The follicles matched her dyed hair; allowing them to blend in with the strands as she developed a set of triangular ears atop her scalp in replacement of her original ones. Left in awe by the sight of her face stretching out into a vulpine muzzle, she didn’t have time to address the feeling of something slipping out from beneath the hem of her jacket. That was until a few bats against her back forced her to look over her shoulder to see the bushy, fox tail that was attached to her lower body.

“What is this?” Ramona said, pulling her hand away for a second to stare at her paw-like fingers, only to lurch forward to catch Kim again.

“Unfair is what it is,” Roxanne, shouted out. “Balloon head and I get stuck with these weirdo shapes, while you become a sexy fox lady.”

“Hehehe, fluffy tail,” Kim giggled out.

“Not like it was my choice, Ramona called out. “It’s all because of this All Seeing One crap. We need to figure out what that is before-dammit, not again.”

“What are you…oh shit!”

“Yay!”

Kim’s cheer coincided with her face appearing on the screen again. Her lightened mood made her feel like a kid in a candy store as the machine decided her fate. Bobbling her head forward, she managed to get a look at the number 5 from her high vantage point.

Roxanne and Ramona immediately turned away from the device to see what would happen to Kim. The floating woman’s red locks dulled a bit to better match the grey streaks spread throughout. Her head’s spherical nature was disturbed by wrinkles and crow’s feet appearing on her skin. So busy staring at her enlarged head, the other girls almost didn’t notice the way Kim’s breasts and butt began to sag. It was only after they saw the slight chub appear along their companion’s mid-section did they piece together what was happening.

“You got older,” Ramona called out.

“I did?” Kim asked back, her more mature voice still tinged with airiness.

“Yeah, you look old enough to be my mom,” Roxanne commented. “Except your head is more literal than metaphorical.”

The sound of the device starting again made Roxanne begin the arduous task of trying to maneuver her tube-like body. The best she could manage was to turn herself upside down in the process of facing the device. Straining her eyes, she was able to just barely make out the number 95.

A shudder going through Roxanne’s sausage shaped figure brought her attention to her lower body. Putting all of her strength into it, she managed to gradually tilt herself up. The elation she felt as she managed to stand herself up again was lessened as she got a look at her legs. No longer stuck inside of her form, her limbs were able to show off the thick, muscular calves and bulged out thighs currently holding up her misshapen form.

“I look like a god damn food mascot,” Roxanne complained; leaving dents in the stone as she stomped around on her powerful legs.

While Kim was more than happy to give a hearty laugh at Roxanne’s expense, Ramona was able to stifle her own amusement. “Well, at least you can move on your own again. And those are some pretty impressive legs.”

“Yeah, I just wish they didn’t come with such thick thunder thighs,” Roxanne complained, nearly falling over as she tried to take control of her enhanced limbs. “Let’s see how you feel in a second. Looks like you’re turn is up again.”

Right on cue, another ball rolled out of the machine. Bracing herself for the worst, Ramona glanced over at the number 76. Unsure of what was coming next, she clung closer to the middle aged balloon head and waited.

Ramona’s grip on Kim weakened slightly as her body lost a head of height. The change in stature came with a slight modification to her ears and muzzle to make them more canine-like. The fur covering her body became even fluffier, making up for her loss in mass. Struggling to keep her grip on Kim, she nearly missed her bushy tail morphing into a curlier shape.

“Puppy!” Kim shouted out, her flailing shaking around her sagging curves and nearly freeing herself from Ramona’s grasp.

“A Shiba Inu to be more precise,” Roxanne clarified. “I’ve heard some people call them fox dogs.”

“Who said that?” Ramona asked, trying and failing to get her tail uncurled.

“Some randos on the internet,” Roxanne replied, managing to lean her body up against the wall to give her pumped up legs a break. “It’s the only way I can make sense of what you are anyway.”

“My turn! My turn!” Kim called out as the machine popped out ball 38.

“I don’t see how you can be so-“

Ramona’s mouth became garbled as Kim’s once small skirt transformed into a puffy abomination of frills and lace. Forced to let go of Kim and her luxurious garment, she looked up to see the airhead float up towards the ceiling. Kim’s freedom allowed the other girls to watch as the rest of her clothes went through a similar change to gift her with an elegant, pink gown. The regality of the outfit was slightly undone by the cleavage window that showed off her drooping breasts as they went up several cup sizes. A glance upwards allowed Ramona and Roxanne to confirm that, while the skirt itself was quite puffy, the garment’s size was mostly due to Kim’s sunken backside doubling in width and heft.

“I’m a pretty princess!” Kim announced, cheerful in spite of her head constantly bumping up against the ceiling.

“Great, now how do we get her down?” Ramona asked as her highness continued her air born waltz.

“Sorry,” Roxanne replied, glancing over to see orb number 70 roll out, “but I have my own problems to deal with.”

Roxanne’s words rang true as the scraps of her top began to unravel at the seams. The cause made itself clear as her breasts popped apart the fabric to show off their udder-like size. As the heavy tits bounced against her body, clear droplets began to leak from her teats. With liquid continuing to leak out at an increasing pace, she started to chew on her lip. Running over to the nearest wall, she pressed her bosom up against it to start pushing down.

“What are you doing?” Ramona asked.

“They feel … so… full,” Roxanne replied, her breathing made heavy by the constant stimulation. “MMMPH, not to mention sensitive. Dammit, this isn’t doing it for me. If only my hands weren’t so stubby I could take care of this myself. Ramona, come milk me!”

“What!?”

“Yay milky!” Kim exclaimed, not helping Ramona’s problem.

“Come on, I neeeeeed it,” Roxanne pleaded, bouncing up and down on her legs to sprinkle the floor with her breast milk.

Ramona let out a sigh. “Fine,” she relented, walking over to Roxanne. “Now get down, I can’t reach you from up there.”

Eagerly squatting down on her muscular legs, Roxanne left her heavy tits at head level with Ramona. Judging by the look on the sausage woman’s face, Ramona could guess that Roxanne wanted her to suckle from the leaking teats like a baby. Getting the distinct scent of hotdog water coming from the droplets, Ramona instead milked her companion with her hands while keeping a good distance away from the outpour to avoid it dripping onto the many follicles covering her body. Her plan only held up until a pleased moan from Roxanne coincided with a burst of her “milk” coming out to lay a few droplets on Ramona’s tongue.

Leaving the tits to continue leaking, Ramona turned away to try and get the taste of meat water out of her mouth. Discouraged by the sight of a few droplets sliding down her muzzle, it took a moment for her to recall that her turn was up again. That was until her ears picked up the sound of ball number 89 rolling out.

Looking away from Roxanne, Ramona surveyed her body for any sign of change. She found what she was looking for in the form of a bulge starting to push against the front of her jeans. Her fears were confirmed as her zipper burst open to allow a girthy, canine knot and matching balls to hang out. Still trying to deal with her additional genitalia, she certainly wasn’t prepared to deal with the “unique” nature of her lower head.

“The hell are these things?” Ramona asked, unwilling to touch the set of puffy, pink lips at the tip of her manhood. Though no words came out of the extra mouth, that didn’t stop it from constantly puckering as if trying to reach out for something. “What kind of twisted person would want to have a dick with lips?”

“Jackpot!”

Roxanne’s outburst was the only warning Ramona got to her leaning forward to shove a leaking nipple into her dick. The initial discomfort Ramona felt was undone by a surge of strange pleasure as her lower mouth drank deeply from the flowing teats. Unable to make the noise themselves, the lips sent shudders up Ramona’s body to force out moans from her canine muzzle. Too preoccupied with dealing with the strange act of intimacy, she didn’t notice ball number 23 roll out for Kim’s turn.

With Roxanne’s teats momentarily brought down in size by the drinking session, Ramona managed to yank her lip dick away from her. As she stumbled back, shreds of fabric fell upon her head. Flicking off the tatters of Kim’s panties with her ears, she looked to see a set of furry, cloven legs sticking out from beneath the floating princess’s dress. As the balloon head drifted further away, Ramona noticed the pointed, fuzzy tail that peeked out of the back of the skirt to tickle her ample butt cheeks. Backing up further, she noticed a set of curved horns on the side of Kim’s inflated head that were reminiscent of a goat.

“We’d better do something before she pops,” Roxanne said, moving on shaky legs as droplets began to leak from her nipples again. “Let’s hurry up. I don’t know how long I can go before I have to get milked again.”

Unfortunately for Roxanne, her time drew even shorter as number 72 appeared for her. Further attempts to speak were foiled by her cheeks rapidly swelling up in a similar fashion to Kim’s head. While her face was nowhere near as large as the blissfully ignorant Kim’s cranium, the puffiness was enough to obscure most of her facial features. Working through her puffed up cheeks, she tried to desperately say something. All that came out was a forced raspberry that added to her unflattering appearance.

As much as Ramona tried to be concerned about her friend’s condition, she couldn’t help herself from letting out a giggle at the literal butt face in front of her. Her laughter only stopped once she heard it echoed from her second mouth. As her lip dick’s chuckling settled down, she managed to hear ball number 73 roll out right before another PHHHHHRRRRRTTTT was spit out by Roxanne.

Turning back towards Kim, Ramona thought for a moment that the ceiling was getting higher as the balloon princess drew further away. The reality of the situation set in once she felt her clothes become heavy against her body as if they were trying to swallow her up. Shrugging off the discarded clothes, she let out a squeaky yell as she began to fall towards the ground. Moments before she impacted, a reaction of something on her back allowed her to lift back up. Looking over her shoulder, she was shocked to see a pair of translucent, dragonfly wings attached to her torso. Floating over her discarded clothing allowed her to notice that she was now no more than one foot tall; two if she counted the still massive cock hanging between her legs.

“Fuzzy fairy!” Kim shouted out as she drifted overhead.

“You do look PHHHHHHRRRTTTT pretty cute,” Roxanne managed to force past her swollen cheeks by talking slowly. “Minus the PHHHHRRRRRTTT lip dick of course.”

“Shut up!” Ramona shouted out; her angry yell mitigated by her squeaky voice. “Stop gawking at me and brace yourselves. I think we’re at the final round.”

“Yay!” Kim cheered, not feeling a single inkling of terror as she was given number 20.

Having endured so much, it came as little surprise to Ramona and Roxanne that Kim greeted the appearance of something emerging from her lower back with excitement rather than worry. Her mood was momentarily ruined by a bulbous, yellow and black striped abdomen ripping apart the back of her skirt. As a stinger slipped out of her new growth to rest in-between her exposed ass cheeks, she recovered just in time for her transformation to complete. Thanks to a set of bee wings appearing on her back, she was free to control her flight pattern across the room. Flying across the chamber allowed her to show off the pair of antennae that had emerged right below her horns to match the glossy, pure black eyes she had developed.

So busy looking up to see Kim’s furred legs had taken up the same, black and yellow bee pattern as her stinger, Roxanne missed seeing ball 81 appear for her turn. By the time she saw her number, it was too late to prepare for the thick pelt of blonde fur that covered up her skin. The frantic PHHHHRRRTTTTTSSS that spit out of her lips took on a grizzlier tone as the hairs lined her puffy face. Her pair of rounded, furred ears flicked in time with the nub of a tail placed above her backside. Though she was incapable of looking at her hands thanks to her arms still being sunken into her torso, she could feel something prick the sides of her skin. Looking past her swollen cheeks and leaking, engorged bosom, she stretched out her muscular legs to look at the pair of paws on her feet that identified the addition of bear characteristics to her bizarre body.

Looking between Kim and Roxanne, Ramona looked towards the machine to prepare for her final fate. Wings shuddering and fur standing on end, she watched as she received ball 85. The laughter emanating from her lower lips continued even as the girthy member became covered in scales. The fur lining her body spread out to show her skin take on a thick hide beneath. From her mouth emerged rows of sharp teeth to match the claws that appeared on her fingers as each of her hands morphed to only have three digits each. A similar change to her toes came alongside her legs bending at an angle to better match her newly created talons. Amidst all of this, she barely noticed her wings getting swapped out for leather ones that called back to an ancient beast.

Amidst trying to get a grip on what exactly her new dinosaur parts made her into, Ramona was called over to the machine by a dinging noise. Hearing the same sound, Roxanne stumbled her way forward, using the sight of her fairy friend as a guide. Beating her wings at a rapid pace, Kim managed to fight against the lift of her head to get herself down to her friends. With the trio reunited, Ramona read out loud.

“Congratulations and thank you for participating in the Gathering,” the screen read. “Enjoy your forms for as long as you like. When you are ready to return to your own world and bodies, merely press the button.”

As soon as Ramona finished reading, the aforementioned red button emerged from the machine. Kim’s giggling did little to convince her companions to keep up this little game for the sake of their unseen host. Seeing a nod from Roxanne’s butt face, Ramona went to go push the button. When her tiny claws and talons proved ineffective for using the controls, she let out a sigh as she realized her only option. Weidling her oversized member like a long stick, she slammed it up against the button. Though this did result in her lower lips giggling with sick glee, it also triggered a flash of white light that blinded the trio.

With a thud, Kim landed on the floor of the video store. No longer having to deal with excess air in her head, she was able to move on her own two feet and get a grip on her surroundings. The shop looked just the same as she remembered, as if they had only been gone for a few seconds. Casting her gaze across her and the other girls’ bodies, their clothes had been repaired and any unusual modifications to their bodies had been undone. It was as if nothing had happened at all. Unfortunately, any chance to deny the strange event was struck down as they all saw what was playing on the television.

In great detail, the video tape played back the events of the Gathering. No longer burdened by a lack of intelligence, Kim winced at the sight of her time as an airheaded, aging princes who cared little about showing off her furry, cloven feet and buxom curves as she buzzed around the chamber. Roxanne remained quiet while she watched her sausage body prance around the temple on her muscular legs, leaking “milk” from her engorged breasts to soak into her bear fur while her puffed up cheeks let out a cacophony of rude noises. Stepping up to the TV, Ramona got a good look at the strange mix of scales and fur that had covered her tiny, fairy body. Revolted by the sight of her lip dick smacking its lips at her through the screen, Ramona turned away just before Kim shut off the tape.

“The hell do we do with this thing?” Roxanne asked, yanking out the VHS and waving it around.

“Burn it,” Ramona suggested, looking more than ready to do the deed herself.

“I’d agree with you,” Kim began, strolling up to claim the tape for herself, “but I’m already in enough trouble with my boss. I’ll talk to them and try to figure out what they want to do with it. For now,” she said, picking up the discarded broom and dustpan to hand over to the other girls, “we still have a job to do.”

Kim Pine:

1. (119) Air Head (Head Inflation and IQ Loss)

2. (5) Age Progression

3. (38) Princess

4. (23) Satyr

5. (20) Bee

Roxanne Richter:

1. (80) Sausage

2. (95) Leg Growth

3. (70) Milky Breasts (Lactation)

4. (72) Buttface (Cheek Growth and Constantly Blowing Raspberries)

5. (81) Bear