Scion of Bedlam

Hello. I am Abigail, daughter of Lyssa. I am a bit more discerning of sexual partners than my mother, so if you seek that from me, you shall most likely be disappointed. If you would care to have a civil discussion, I would be pleased to chat.

[abigail-bedlam]

(([looks at latest bit of Tumblr news]

...well I guess I’m fucking done with the blogs now, now aren’t I?

:|

Well, if you need to find me, I’ll be over here: https://thulykos.newgrounds.com/

Fuck Tumblr, fuck Yahoo, and fuck the resurgence of panicky puritan pukes in different clothing which is fueling this kind of bullshit.))

[abigail-bedlam]

((Since I’ve gotten a few messages ranging from heartfelt to... let’s say, “indignant”, I figured I’d address a few things.

-The events of the recent storyline do not mean I’m totally done with the Bedlams or the blog yet, though I do have a particular “ending” in mind, as a fitting send-off for something else. -This doesn’t “invalidate” RPs with others. -Ultimately I’m free to do with my characters whatever I feel like, and given that the Bedlam blogs have frankly gone so far off the rails from what I originally intended anyway, I don’t feel beholden to the idea of a single coherent narrative if it impedes me having fun with them.))

[abigail-bedlam]

You're in "c0ntr0l", huh? Just like you were when you confronted a time-manipulating psionic user and decided to sh0ve the 0ne restraint she has d0wn a p0ssibly-permanent trip t0 the cum brewery? Pretty sure if y0u really WERE in c0ntr0l y0u w0uld have realized just h0w bad an idea that was bef0re y0u had t0 deal with the c0nsequences.

Abigail barely registered the message as it flickered in the corner of her panicked vision.  Her eyes wavered, flitting around wildly as she watched reality seeming to warp around her.  The glimpses of her room that she could still see through the engulfing valley of her cum-tank tits and ass seemed to be melting, growing darker and slimier.  The cum splattering her decor seemed to seep out and bloom, drenching more and more, washing away the familiar surroundings to reveal something more… fleshy, behind them.  Working her head back and forth, Abigail distended her throat on the single biggest, most ludicrous cock to yet stuff itself into her reach, sucking that massive shaft in a frenzy, as though the act might make all this go away.

Suck as hard as she might, nothing was stopping the full recollection that now crashed in upon her, blasting her mind even as welling tides of cum surged around her without fully subsuming her.  Without ceasing her manic blowjob, she tentatively reached out through the chasm of cleavage and found that a thin forcefield separated her from the jizz outside, which confirmed the last feared fragment, as the whole picture finally snapped into clarity.

She’d stuffed her mother, Megaera, and Lace down Aradia’s cock alright.  And she’d joined them soon after.

Letting her hold loosen after she felt the last of their nutted essence seep into her curves, Aradia, who’d been caught off guard before, was now able to react with the full force of an unshackled god-tier troll, pushed over the brink and with nothing to hold her back.  Abigail barely remembered the journey down Aradia’s cock, but she suddenly recalled the angrily-surging cum that roiled up around her, threatening to send her to the same fate as those she’d stuffed down before her.  Hastily throwing up a ward to protect herself, she spent longer than she could rightly place, stuck like a living pearl inside Aradia’s hungry balls.  Eventually the constant sight of the inside of that nutsack, the nearness of potential gooey oblivion, and guilt from her lingering shreds of conscience, began to tax her.  Without realizing it, she’d slowly constructed a phantasmal prison for herself, burying the knowledge of how she’d ended up there.

Yet it was still a temporary solution.  The hunger that had awoken in her was insatiable, as was that of Aradia’s balls, and Abigail’s gluttony would be her undoing.  The cock-portals she thought she was opening were holes punched through her ward, allowing controlled measures of Aradia’s spunk to seep within, which Abigail hungrily consumed, bloating her curves.  Yet the more she grew, the greater her hunger became, and the more cum she let inside, the more precarious her hold grew.  Now there was hardly anything holding back the waiting, ravenous flood of cum which surrounded her monstrously-bloated curves, and as Abigail gazed at the massive cock, which melted into a psionically-controlled tendril of cum which she guzzled down her throat, she began to laugh around the cummy appendage.

A sound like gooey crumbling echoed around her as her cum-choked laughter increased, coming out thick and bubbling, eyes rolling back in her head as she realized her situation and felt sanity slipping along with the last of her resistance.  Peals of maddened, bubbling cackling shrieked within Aradia’s balls, audible even amidst the raging sea of devouring spunk which crashed in upon her, forcing itself into her, bloating her even more, doubling her already shocking set of curves in seconds, then tripling, quadrupling…

As Abigail’s form reached the apex of its resolve, and the slut-digesting spunk which now suffused her reached into every bit of her, her laughter peaked in one last frightful peal before the sound of a massive, fluid thunderclap reverberated through Aradia’s titanic balls, making the distended grey globes wobble and quake violently for many, many minutes as they luxuriated in finally liquefying the stubborn, delectable tart they’d been trying to gurgle for ages, leaving nothing left of the last Bedlam but a spectacular sea of ramtroll nut-butter.

Outside those balls, however, their owner relishes the moment of triumph as the mountainous feast finally digests, and as she works on finally letting out some of that pressure after ages of enduring a maddening need to cum, she mulls over what else she can do to the little upstart who pushed her over the edge, along with her slut of a mother once she’d coaxed Abigail into undoing whatever hexery she’d worked.  No doubt she’d be much more compliant, after Aradia spent a little more quality time with her…

[abigail-bedlam]

I'd find this whole "goddess" talk a bit more believable if you had even a modicum of self-control left. I mean, getting fucked inside a glorified gloryhole room you don't even remember getting trapped inside of and can't actually escape from? Feels less like the proper worship a deity would get and more like the consequences of losing control of a situati0n you could have very easily av0ided.

Typing as she read the message, responding to each point in turn, Abigail channeled her anxiety and frustration into her words.

I am in control.  I am guzzling all this spunk because I want to.  I want spunk, I take it.  If I did not want to, I would not, and there is no good reason to stop, so why should I?

And the fact that I am surrounded by portals teeming with ripe, throbbing cocks is also my doing.  Those were not there when I woke up in here, and took some doing to enable.  I may have been put in a time-out I have not been able to properly escape yet, but I circumvented the intent of whoever tried to contain me, and as long as I am getting what I want, why do I even need to leave?

The cocks serve me, need me, I am the one in con-

As she noticed the ‘0′ in place of an ‘o’ in “situati0n”, she froze.  Her mind on the cusp of true remembrance, but now fighting desperately to keep it at bay.  While there was still a murky cloud of uncertainty there, she was suddenly very aware that she did not want to recall, as the creeping tendrils of memory now trying to worm their way in seeped through the cracks in her resolve…

[abigail-bedlam]

I don't know, still seems like a plausible scenario regardless of your so-called "goddess" status. Or are you not familiar with the term "You are what you eat?"

Was about to simply roll her eyes at the trite quip, but as she read the words again, that sense of strange familiarity thundered through her mind once more.  For a brief moment her head pounded and the world around her seemed to flash a reddish hue.  Suddenly her pulse was racing and she was sweating profusely, though she couldn’t imagine why.

…had she forgotten something else?  Had she remembered everything?

As she tentatively probed the fringes of her recollection, trying to unravel this enigma, she sucked even more feverishly on the cock currently in her throat, drawing comfort from its warmth and solidity.

[abigail-bedlam]

With the variety of cocks showing up to (try and) satisfy your hunger, I'm shocked that you've been lucky enough to avoid a much bigger, significantly more voracious one popping in. After what your mother, "aunt" and closest-thing-to-daughter went through, few things would scream "karma" louder than being tits-deep inside a lubed-up urethra.

Smirking sardonically, Abigail took an especially long, hard drag on the latest pair of spurting dicks to thrust themselves down her throat, while three more turgid shafts gushed into each nipple, another pair dumped a tandem load in her cunt, and a quartet of beastly boners poured a flood of roiling sperm up her gigantic ass.

I suppose that would be rather fitting, but such does not seem to be forthcoming.  The cocks come to me, and cum for me, dutifully giving me all the luscious nut-butter I crave and more, making my breasts and rump swell to such delightfully whorish excess, and if I felt so inclined, I could reach through these portals and make every eager contributor to my resplendent bloat a permanent cum-pump.

I am a goddess here, and I have never felt better.  I should have embraced my body’s efficient conversion of semen into heaving, voluptuous excess, and turned my whore family into sperm-fodder for my curves, ages ago.

Suddenly wincing as though stricken, Abigail rubbed one pulsating temple until the nagging pain receded.  For a moment she swore there was some flash of déjà vu in the jolt of discomfort, but just as soon it was gone again, and all she concerned herself with was the latest score of cocks dispensing a deluge of hot, sticky seed into her endlessly hungry holes and ravenous jugs and ass.

[abigail-bedlam]

How have your dreams been since you absorbed your mom?

Responding with one free hand while massaging the throat-distending beast of a cock stretching her jaw, Abigail hummed around the throbbing pillar as she felt the surges of cum beginning to pulse through it, landing in her belly before her breasts and ass soaked up its rich, nourishing bloat.

I have no need to sleep, and since I have been far too engrossed with gorging myself on all this succulent spunk, I have not felt inclined to take any sort of nap or meditative respite.  Getting stuffed full of enormous cocks and decadent heaps of musky cum is the perfect balance of soothing yet invigorating anyway, inducing a delightful euphoria while giving me all the nourishment I need.  I dare say endlessly guzzling from gigantic dicks is the ideal state for being for one who can subsist solely on such.

[abigail-bedlam]

Has anyone come around yet to complain about the noise? Or the smell?

Once more rolling her eyes, Abigail simply continued to direct her attention towards the gigantic cock she was busy sucking, deepthroating many feet of throbbing dickmeat before it eventually blew its load, further fueling her breasts and ass before it withdrew.  Belching loudly, cum-bubbles forming on her lips, she finally deigned to answer.

No.  There are not many left around here who would bother trying to levy a complaint, and their means of communicating such a trivial gripe seem... limited, given my current arrangements.

[abigail-bedlam]

Seems to me like you really need a bib. Didn't your mother ever teach you table manners?

Abigail pauses from her eager cum-guzzling long enough to offer the most scathing expression one can imagine.

Are you forgetting who exactly my mother is?  Do you honestly think she is the type to be concerned with table manners, outside of occasionally observing them solely for the sake of comedy?

[abigail-bedlam]

I know you've just been through a rather traumatic event that was entirely your own doing, but I think the quality and quantity of your comfort food is... questionable.

Abigail pants, breathing heavily within the suffocating and jizz-filled hollow amidst her exorbitantly monstrous bosom and rump, having gradually regained enough wherewithal to guzzle down enough spunk to give herself some breathing room.  Though the surge of growth prompted by that laughing fit seems to have set a new standard for her "free space” for the foreseeable future, stuck in a cave within the cleavage of her breasts and ass, neck-deep in cum.  Scoffing amidst her recovering panting, she replies.

It was hardly traumatic.  For me, anyway.  And if my choice of sustenance provides both comfort and all the nutrition I need, and happens to come in cheap, copious abundance... then how is it anything other than the perfect meal?

So positing her question, she lowers her head to drink from the pool of bubbling spunk, drawing in deep, heavy gulps that make her curves shudder with growth while scarcely seeming to diminish the ocean of seed around her.

[abigail-bedlam]

Where is everyone else during all this? What's your mother doing?

The still-giggling, wobbly heap of cum-basted tits and ass known as Abigail is still indisposed, but if she could communicate, she would sardonically remark that you need to pay closer attention while gesturing to her obscenely-bloated, fluidly-wobbling breasts, and mountainously-engorged, jelly-like rump.

[abigail-bedlam]

Are you gonna end up on one of those tv shows about people who have abnormal food addictions?

Abigail is currently still thoroughly buried in her own tits and ass, and the cum her overstuffed figure hasn’t soaked up, her room actually having to expand to contain the suffocating flood of curves and sperm.  However, it seems safe to assume that if Abigail were going to end up on any show in her current state, it would have to be some form of interdimensional smut network, and have a very different focus than the “shockumentary” genre.

[abigail-bedlam]

Wenn ist das Nunstück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

In the middle of sucking a particularly large cock, even by her newly whorish standards, Abigail paused in contemplative stillness as she processed the joke.  A few moments later she began to convulse, shoulders hitching as her body was wracked with spasmodic laughter, the sound of which was reduced to a maddened, muffled gurgling around the tree-trunk of a dick lodged in her throat.  The growing peals of cock-strangled mirth fueled increasingly prodigious, undulating waves through her enormous breasts and ass, the former sloshing and wobbling like a storm-tossed sea, while her booty quaked and jiggled like gelatin atop a vibrator.  The cocks presently stuffed down her maw and up her backside apparently benefited from the clenching, jiggly effects of her laughing fit, driven to explosive orgasm from the erratic yet potent undulating squeezes, pumping torrents of thick, gloopy seed into her holes.  While her belly ballooned a bit as usual before transferring the curve-bolstering fluid to its usual landing pads on her figure, her ass and tits beginning to swell up with particularly exuberant vigor, her rump seemed to be edging out her bust.  From her nose was rocketing twin torrents of gluey spunk, which began filling the valley of cleavage she was currently trapped within, the jets of seed spiking in intensity in time with the peaks in her maddened, torturous laughing fit.  Amidst the noisy splattering of the spunk blasting out her nose and the fleshy, supple glorping and clapping of her growing curves, Abigail could only continue to emit cock-muffled gurgling laughter, even as the flood of cum crept up past her rolled-back eyes and the looming walls of tits and ass crashed down upon her like meaty avalanches, entombing her in spunk and still-jiggling breasts and booty of utterly ludicrous enormity.

[abigail-bedlam]

If I make you laugh can I get jizz to shoot out of your nose?

Considering it blasts out of my nostrils regularly simply from the force with which it is typically blasted against the back of my throat, I am fairly certain that a sufficient inducement of mirthful convulsions could cause such a reaction.

Whether anyone has anything that funny to say is another matter.

[abigail-bedlam]

Do you still get it on with Sam?

Of course!  It has been a while, lamentably, but he is perhaps the only one who can reasonably dull the aching, perpetual hunger for hot, thick, roiling cum which I seem to have acquired.

[abigail-bedlam]

((Disclaimer that the involvement of the Aradia in the events recounted tonight was undertaken with the permission of her player.))

[abigail-bedlam]

Perhaps these wards and precautions are in place so that you can better temper, or perhaps even burn out, your newly ignited ravenous love for cock? And if that's the case, one must wonder why? Intrigue, indeed.

Perhaps, though I think it clear now that it ties most pertinently into the... gravity, of my actions.  What is most concerning to me, however, is how little I seem to care.  I recall the sound of my mother’s voice fading into a frothing gurgle of cum... and I feel nothing but hunger.  An aching need to chug every last thick, gluey wad of her down again, for her, Megaera, and Lace to all be pumped into my belly, ass, and breasts.  For I am sure that this is what happened... and I am furious that I can not even recall the moment of ultimate bloating.

...yet I know that I should not feel that way.  That I should be aghast at what I have done, or tried to do.  That I have been placed in this confinement until such time as I appreciate the full weight of my actions, whether they were fruitful in my dread intent or not, and perhaps even to undo them if succeed I did.

[With a small crackle, the blockers over the portals vanish, and immediately Abigail is stuffed in her nipples, pussy, and ass with a multitude of enormous cocks of varying shapes, impatient crowds seemingly having formed on the other sides of the apertures and no longer willing to simply wait their turns.  The stampede of cocks plunging into her was sufficient to turn even her currently colossal bust into a distorted, throbbing, undulating perversion, and her ass clapped from the vigor of the dozens of shafts pillaging her nethers once more.  Meanwhile, a gaggle of cocks now surrounded Abigail’s head, none having found purchase, though several pummeled her face as they burst into view.  Reaching up, Abigail slowly kneaded one of them, fingers gripping the hard, pulsating member as she moved it towards her maw.]

Unfortunately for whoever put me in here, I still have an awful long way to go before I care.