Mini Fetish stories I come up with

Campfire

"Pleeeaaase can I tell a spooky story first?"
"Alright, fine Jenny."
"Thanks Abby, you're the best!"
As Jenny gave two outstretched thumbs ups to her friend Abby over on the other side of the campfire, I lamented to myself why I was stuck camping with the 3 most bratty girls from my school: Jenny, the cute, short and bubbly one, Abby, the tall, elegant and popular one, and quiet Glory, the somewhat compassionate animal lover. They were offered £500 each by someone anonymous if they would go camping with me, the school loser, for 2 nights. It was the second evening when they decided to pass the time by telling spooky stories around a campfire.

Jenny adjusted herself upon the log she was sat upon with Abby, with Glory sat next to me opposite her. She leaned closer into the fire, and tried to lower her voice spookily, which was to little avail considering she had the voice of a mouse singing soprano, and the vocabulary of a child. "In these very woods," Jenny began, "there is a creature which is totally evil. As tall as, um, let's say Callum from school-"
"Oh, Callum! He's sooo dreamy!" Glory interrupted, face grinning wildly.
"I know right!" Replied Abby, and soon the creature from the forest was a story of the past. But something else that was off the past seemed to be what little hight Jenny had, her head, which had previously reached Abby's neck, barely made it up to her chest, her legs also stretched out shorter than before. I had an idea.
"You were saying about the monster?" I asked weakly into the girls obsessive conversation.
"Shut it, loser!" Snapped Abby, who only a minute after asked Jenny, "So is this evil woods monster also hawt like Callum?"
"No, ewww, Callum is cute and good, but MY monster is ugly and twisted and... stuff..." as Jenny rambled on her face began to contort, her cheeks softening, eyes growing wider as her nose shrank into a cute little button. Her lips grew, plumping out into a luscious size, her eyelashes also grew longer, and her eyes turned from brown to blue. Jenny continued, "the monster was, like super duper smart, and could find people anywhere if they were in the forest, and it had, like, thick, viney arms and a hollow chest-thingie and thin legs it, like, creeps everywhere with," Jenny's voice grew ditzyer as she spoke, her arms becoming more fine and slender. As she spoke of the creatures hollow torso and spindly legs, her chest, already a D cup, began to grow, little by little, cup by cup, stretching out her shirt so that her deep, soft cleavage was visible through a ripped collar, and  her boobs themselves, so big that cup sizes were insufficient, bounced vigorously with every ditzy word the newly transformed bimbo spoke. Her thighs and ass, already somewhat decently large, widened and thickened to an absurd degree, leaving the bimboified Jenny with three trunks for thighs that stretched her jean shorts to their maximum. Oddly enough, Glory and Abby seemed completely oblivious to Jenny's new assets.
"Lol, that was so generic and boring, I, however, could make one sooo much more better." Abby straightened her back, one hand on her chest as she spoke.
Jenny crossed her arms under her massive bust, causing it to jiggle furiously, and pouted, "Humph, like, fine." And slouched forward, so that her cleavage unintentionally became more apparent to me. Abby cleared her throat, and began to tell a story of a young and hideous girl, who liked to stab people to death with a screwdriver. Little benownst to the teenage girl as she described her horror villain she herself began to change, her hair growing long, flowing down to her waist, turning from brunette to a shimmering black. Her lips plumped up into a thick cushion, as her body grew taller by a couple inches. Her waist contracted, and her modest B-cup breasts grew into D-cups. Lastly, and best of all in my opinion, was her description of the horror child's short thin legs, which caused Abby to grow long, slender legs with massive pillowy thighs, twice as wide as Jenny's. Her ass also ballooned, becoming the size of two beach balls which bounced as such. Once again, only I seemed to notice the changes.
"So, girls, like, how was that?" Abby spoke, her voice having also apparently dumbed down. Her ass jiggled as she posed, before she sat down, her ass squishing onto the seat, overflowing to Abby's sides like two mini tidal waves.
"That was, like, so totes much better that mine! Wow girl, your like, so smart!" replied Jenny, her titanic bust shaking with every word, her clearly visible cleavage like jelly within her collar.
"I though it was a little too scary..." Muttered Glory, which Abby heard, prompting a harsh response.
"Well why don't you, like, make a story for us then, huh?" Abby taunted, leaning forward sin such a way that I could see her bust. It wasn't Jenny's by any means, but a D-cup is still impressive.
Glory pouted, "Alright then!" She stood up, and began to pace around the campfire, and told a romance story about two office workers so gripping I almost forgot to pay attention to her body, as it morphed. Her silky black hair grew till it flowed like the sea behind her, becoming a glittery silver. Her eyes became a pale blue, and her lips a juicy red, and incredibly plump. Her frame slimmed, and her nails polished and painted themselves, becoming the colour of the summer sky. Her waist thinned, whilst her ass became massive, bigger than Abby's, and as she paced it swung side to side like a ship in rough waters. Her thight became as thick as tree trunks beneath her meter-wide hips. And just when I though the transformation was over, and that I'd only gotten one busty bimbo out of the deal, her chest grew to cosmic proportions, much bigger than her head, to sizes inefficient for both cups and bras themselves. How her shirt stayed around those mountainous mammaries was magic in itself. Each was twice the size of a pumpkin, and bouncing like hyperactive bunnies. As her story came to a finale, she bowed, and sat down beside me, her ass and boobs flopping wildly as she fell. Jenny spoke first, "like, wow, that was like, so totes boring." Then Abby, "Like, there totes, wasn't even any horror in that lame story."
"Yeah, like, there's totes like, no love in an office."
Abby looked broken, burying herself in her impressive chest, "Like, really?"
I half whispered, "I thought it was good"
Abby opened her mouth to protest, but Glory had already grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me into a hug... right into her chest. It was heavenly if not suffocating. "Really?" The angelic bimbo gasped through tears, "cause I've, like, actually been working on that story for like, weeks, and I totes worried no one would like it... say, wanna come in my tent tonight? We can discuss stories!"
And hopefully other things, I thought, smothered between her boobs.