Yeah yeah I know I wrote something that came after this first. My blog my rules. Anyways here we go
Warnings: bloating, simulated mpreg, big burly husky slime, I should probably put slime inflation on here just to be safe
Disclaimer: same as last time, Dash Cantor belongs to @abdomented, Aaron Fastolf belongs to @tentacletea-blog, inspiration from @lamarcodon.
Aaron Fastolf was huge. There was no other way for Dash to put it. Every single aspect of him was massive from his stomach to his height to his musculature to his… well, Dash was certainly somewhat more excited about every single aspect of his friend. Every ounce of that nutrient-loaded slop was now making Aaron bigger than Dash had ever seen him before... right there on his couch. And Dash certainly gets feelings around things that are bigger than him. "You have an incubation starting tomorrow right?" Dash silently nodded, still awestruck by the jelly-like titan before him. "And you had to fast, right?" Another silent nod. Aaron chuckled and sneakily teased Dash's hips with a long tendril of slime. The small Chionian shuddered at the cool sensation and, if it weren't for the fact that Aaron's arm was around him, he would have leapt about a foot off the ground. His stomach groaned in emptiness. "Aaron..." Before Dash could say another word a large rush of slime flooded his intestines and bolted up, up, up into the depths of his tract.
Aaron could not physically hide his sneer. Dash was such a switch, that much was rather obvious, but it took just the right combination of stimuli to get Dash's cocky exterior to shatter and show his more submissive side. This being said, Dash was trying his absolute hardest to cling to the somewhat slippery figure holding him in place. Aaron had already won him over. "Dammit Aaron it feels good to have something inside me again..." Dash whined. A steady yet somewhat pulsating stream of slime inundated his insides, the cool substance slowly yet surely making its way up into his stomach. It wasn’t long before the goo shoved its way past the sphincter and into Dash’s complaining tum. The moment his stomach was no longer empty was certainly the most pleasant part of the whole experience. And it just kept getting better from there.
“Fuck…~~~” Dash whined lustfully. He wiggled himself further onto Aaron and rested his hands on the slime’s chest, ogling his pectorals with this somewhat entranced smile. “I wanna motorboat ‘em.” The mass in front of him rounded out more at his previous comment. “Well, go right ahead. But it’ll come at a price,” Aaron taunted. Dash was all too excited to care what that 'price' may be and shoved his nose right into Aaron's chest. The gooey squelching and vibrating certainly caught Aaron off guard because it was so sudden, but that did not stop him from pumping a huge lump of slime straight into Dash's stomach. The small human squeaked in something between shock and delight, now held firmly to the slick pecs by Aaron's heavy... heavy hand. Dash breathed nice and deep in response to the filling. "Mmmphhh~~~~~" was all that came out of Dash's mouth as another round globule entered his gut. This gradually turned from massive surges to a wonderfully strong, steady stream to the point of Aaron even shrinking a little. It sure showed on Dash's waistline. To keep Dash flush with his chest, Aaron had to allow his own stomach to give and even form a divot. No doubt about it Dash was extremely full... and his pleasured moaning showed it.
"Aaron..." Dash whined. "Dammit you're gonna pop me..." The slime allowed Dash to look up at him, in fact he encouraged it. "Not if I just... do... one..." Dash was treated to watching his friend's arm bloat rounder and rounder knowing that whenever Aaron decided that lump was going straight to his tummy. "...more... push!" Aaron smirked as he sent that glob up through Dash's tract so forcefully that his stomach surged upwards along with outwards. Dash moaned loudly at the sensation. "Aaron!!!" The slime pulled himself out of Dash minus the tiniest indiscernible strand and kept him close. Aaron lifted Dash up off of him into a sitting position. Dash was panting as he looked at his very round and rather pink tummy. "Oh Dash, it looks like all those baby slimes I pumped into you... are waking up~" The sensation started slow, Dash could just barely feel the tiniest bit of motion beneath his skin, but it rather quickly sped up. Soon every single ounce of slime in Dash's gut was squiggling around. His entire body was pleasured. Aaron continued churning Dash's innards about so long as Dash would last... and the climax was nothing short of green and explosive.
A closer look at all that sweet artwork and awesome pieces! Monster-at-heart and Abdomented have really achieved a lot with their creations, and I can't wait to see where they go!
See this post for inspiration, all characters belong to @abdomented
Warnings: slime preg, some stuffing, brief live birth
“Vilu Slimes,” Dash mumbled as he made his way out of the hospital once again with his latest assignment. "Don't think I've ever had 'em before. Gloria, how're they lookin'? Am I gonna be hurting later?" The phone on Dash's sleeve lit up and spoke. "Vilu Slimes, parasitic. Originally from the oceanic planet Astrolla, these teal, round slimes use ingested nutrition from the host to grow over the course of approximately seven days. Their digestive process is exothermic and kinetic." Dash always had trouble with big words, so he didn't quite understand what the slimes would be doing inside him. Nevertheless he listened more. "Your assignment says that the larger the slimes are by the end of their week gestating, the more they are worth. In short, the more you eat the more you get paid." Dash's eyes lit up. "Well well well, then they gave me just the right thing." The surrogate loved that. So long as ‘kinetic’ and ‘exothermic’ didn’t make him double over in pain, he’d let the things get as big as he could make them.
Two hours and about a dozen slimes down his throat later, Dash was headed back to his apartment. “Damn these things are already making me hungry…” Of course, Dash being the slight glutton he is, just had to pick something up to satisfy his grumbling stomach. And something had to be big.
Full of two extra large loaded pizzas about three hours after getting home, Dash couldn’t do anything except lazily lay back on his couch. Between the pizza and the slimes presumably feasting on said pizza he was stuffed out of his mind. Just before he passed out in a food coma Dash’s tummy started… vibrating. It had to be the slimes. “Gloria define kinetic and exothermic…” he drowsily mumbles, really enjoying the sensation. “In regards to your assignment, Vilu slimes vibrate and emit heat as a part of their digestive growth process.” The purring only gets louder and more soothing. “Gloria why didn’t you tell me these things massaged me from… the… in….. side…….” While Dash’s stomach gave a squelching complain at the now growing mass within him, a soothing warmth certainly made up for it. The sensation was comparable to a purring heating pad, just hot enough to make a difference. Dash was sold. The bigger these slimes got, the more they’d purr and the more they’d grow and then the more they’d warm him up and the more he could eat without it hurting and the more they'd purr. He could get them huge and have them ease off the aches they caused…
Around two days and a ton of overstuffing later, Dash could barely get out of bed to answer the door for his deliveries. The only thing that truly kept him from just curling himself around his now constantly warm, massaged, and very round tummy was the prospect of more food to indulge the slimes with. Dash didn't even bother to wear normal clothes; it was simply too tight. He instead settled for a loose robe and boxers the latter being solely for modesty and to keep him eligible to have food delivered. While normally Dash was no stranger to getting looks from the poor underpaid souls bringing glorious sustenance right to his doorstep, this time felt... different. He had been using the door to hide his pleasured stomach far more than he normally would. His robe needed retied and readjusted after every single course. The pleasure was all too great for him to care.
By day 5 Dash was barely able to physically get from the couch to the door. His robe was useless, all those wonderfully warm little slimes (read about 8 inches each) had him too blissful to care. In only took about three full pizzas to sate the slimes enough to encourage growth which was all Dash was striving for. His entire body wanted that sensation from his chest all the way to his feet sore from trying to carry the weight. His mind was addicted and somewhat wanted to have the slimes stay put slowly growing bigger and bigger only to atone for any pain through those wonderful vibrations. Bursting the bubble for Dash was the new distribution of weight. Unlike previously where his upper stomach and midsection bulged, there was no escaping the fact that everything was shifting lower at a somewhat urgent rate. "Gloria, call Harv. These things are on their way out and I... can't......." Splat. There went the first light aqua blob sliding down Dash's boxers, out the first exit it found, and right onto the living room floor.
So. I read through @lamarcodon 's three part story "Don't Feed the Humans (That's Our Job)" and cannot get enough. I highly suggest reading all three parts of the aforementioned story because I'm kind of springboarding off of it. A concept regarding @tentacletea-blog 's slime character Aaron really really stuck out to me and... dammit I've just GOTTA write about this. I love y'all's characters and simply had to jump on it.
For clarity:
Aaron Fastolf - @tentacletea-blog
Dash Cantor - @abdomented
Inspiration - @lamarcodon
Warnings: Slime boi gets his hands on good stuff and gets big, some bloating, some inflation, definitely stuffing, muscle bloating I guess is a way to put some of it? If you actually listened and read the previous parts it's got a combination of stuff from 2 and 3 that I adored. Enjoy~
"Aaron Fastolf calling," Dash Cantor's phone and personal assistant Gloria stated from Dash's upper arm. "Go ahead and answer it. He probably needs help with something." Dash was rather comfy in his penthouse apartment aside from the fact that he was required to fast before his next incubation assignment tomorrow. He had nothing better to do; everyone was out doing things and there was no use being around things he couldn't have. While adhering to guidelines while hosting creatures was certainly not his strong suit by any means, Dash has been denied assignments because there was no room to hold the larvae to be inserted. He lost a few assignments to other rookie hosts before and, after watching a complete newbie take on quite the lucrative assignment that slipped from his grasp, vowed to never lose one that way again.
"Hey Dash, you'll never guess where I wound up today," Aaron's voice rather excitedly said from the arm-mounted device. "Remember that one zoo you and that pizza guy got stuck in? That one where you were so stuffed I had to empty you?" Dash had to think for a moment. He had been trapped in quite a few 'zoos' before, but he did manage to pinpoint the one that indeed had him stuffed. "Oh yeah that one... You were HUGE that day man... Like a titan from that super duper old earth story..." While Dash couldn't see it through the phone Aaron was totally smirking. "Well..... I had to get another human friend of mine out of there today. He wasn't totally filled out of his mind like you were but you'll never guess what I got my hands on." Dash raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
"They're using that same slop for humans." If Dash were on a video call, he would've never heard the end of the teasing he was so pink. "They expanded the exhibit and I only had to pick up one guy this time. In an attempt to, ya know, keep what happened the last time from happening again, they split the stuff up. Two storage places. I was big enough to get out with what was in the guy and the first vat..." Dash wished he weren't crossing his fingers like a little girl. "So I took the second vat with me." Aaron chuckled a bit as he heard Dash gasp just a tiny tiny bit on the other end. "And the recipe for it. It's really not that hard." Dash tried his best to play it cool. "You know... I have an assignment that starts tomorrow but I've had to not eat anything for the past two days..." Aaron knew this was coming when he placed the call. One way or another he'd be indulging Dash once again. "Could you... maybe fill me up for a while?"
"Don't you worry Dashie. I'm on my way."
After a couple hours, presumably Aaron's return trip to Argentis, Dash heard a knock at his door. His heart skipped a beat, not necessarily in attraction, but far far more in lust. He opened it and there stood Aaron the slime, surprisingly at a normal size for him, maybe a few inches taller at most. "Boy are you in for a treat," Aaron playfully lilted as Dash let him into the more luxurious suite. Suspended within Aaron's torso and even bloating it out a bit was quite the large vat. "Dude you just stole the whole thing and dipped?!?" Dash chirped in shock. "You were that big?" Aaron playfully flexed what little he currently had in his arm in the ways of apparent muscle. Dash rolled his eyes. Aaron flopped himself onto the lavish couch in the living room on the suite and sighed. Only then did Dash notice the second vat being dragged slowly behind by a sufficient lump of pale green slime like a ball and shackle. "You're lucky you're fun to mess with." Dash's eyes widened even more. "You... brought it all back..." Aaron smirked as he dragged the vats up onto the couch. Dash now could VERY clearly recall what Aaron felt like when he was all indulged. And it was all good things. Such good... cool... good things. His mind was certainly wandering a decent bit.
"Well what're you doing?" Aaron scoffed as one of the vats was shifted up onto the couch. Dash sat down next to Aaron and tried to keep his cocky nature about him but the anticipation was all too great. "Open it up. Lemme have some." Dash was promptly pulled close to Aaron who reached his hand right into the now frantically opened container. Dash could feel the slow steady trickle of mass building up behind him yet was left to hold the fuel as his companion started to bloat.
Aaron was being oh so diligent with how he filled himself for his friend. It was starting to make Dash all the more impatient. Even so, Dash did feel a tiny tiny lump filling out the small of his back. And it kept getting bigger. Only once the growing gut had pushed Dash off of Aaron’s chest did it dissipate… right into the slime’s arms. He flexed with a smirk and held Dash close. “You like that don’t you?” Dash was unable to hide the pink on his cheeks. “You know how I am about that muscle stuff man…” Dash was promptly pulled right back flat up against Aaron’s chest. This time he was filling out faster.
Dash was under the impression that Aaron was teasing him by going slow, making him want to see more and more. However, once the initial tease was sufficient it became very clear that Aaron had far more of a mission to fill himself. And boy was it showing. Aaron’s gut was pushing out more and more into Dash’s back and suddenly it faded… right up into his friend’s chest. And now Dash’s head laid back on the newly rounded pectorals at Aaron’s resting height. “Can I turn around?” Dash asked almost with a little vindication. “I bet you look great.” Aaron kept the arm holding Dash in place exactly where it was. “Maybe if you’re good you can see when I’m done.” Dash quivered. Not being able to see the now even more bloated Aaron made him want him bigger all that much more. And Dash was smaller. And smaller. And smaller. The next half dozen or so bloats went right to overall height, the following dozen straight to big yet squishy muscles. Dash was oh so sweaty in anticipation. His pants tented a bit and the fact that he only had touch and the arm in the vat to judge by made it even worse.
Once the first of the two large containers was empty, Aaron simply reached around for the second one and plopped the sloshing thing hard on Dash’s lap. This only excites him more. He still was not permitted to see the growing gut or musculature of his friend. The single arm Dash was allowed to watch was already very large. Then again, Aaron might’ve made it disproportionate to mess with him even more. Whatever the case, it was sure working. A few more rounds of bloated and thinned later, Dash felt quite the growth right under where he was sitting. “Dude…” he whimpered. "You can't just do that..." Aaron playfully leaned down right into the now much smaller chionian's ear. "Says who?" Before Dash could retort another massive arm was around him. "G-Gloria how big is Aaron?" The surrogate couldn't take it any more. He just had to know. "Never mind," his own voice said from behind him. "Aaron!" The phone on Dash's sleeve did not answer whatsoever. "Gloria..." Aaron was almost done with the last of the vat and just by looking at how Dash fit oh so easily in his lap, he shrugged it off and let the phone reply. "Aaron Fastolf is 7 feet 8 inches. Aaron Fastolf is 7 feet 9 inches." Dash looked as though her were about to finish right there in his pants. "D-dammit..."
Not a moment later, Dash found himself able to freely move once again. Instantly he whipped around to look at Aaron. Screw his stupid ability, all that weight suddenly shifted right to his abdomen. Dash was almost pushed off the couch by the sudden bloating from behind him. "Aaron!" he yelped with a bit of surprise, trying to regain his balance. "Dammit you got big!" Aaron smirked and then flexed his arm, watching Dash out of the corner of his eye. The moment it tightened all that mass that was just sitting in his stomach spread out all over his body into toned, brute muscle. Dash couldn't hold it back any more and groaned in pleasure. "Aaron... you know how I get about that muscle stuff..." The slime simply gave a somewhat snide 'hmph' and sneered. "I guess you can feel if you want." Dash instantly buried his face in Aaron's oversized pectorals with a rather lustful giggle. "You're all squishy but it's so... tight too..." Aaron guided Dash right onto his wide thighs and pushed gently on his back to open his legs more. "Aaron... I'm starting another assignment tomorrow and I haven't been allowed to eat... maybe you could help me... not feel so empty?" Aaron absorbed Dash into his mass the tiniest bit, just enough to keep him exactly as he was. "For you? I might just wind up taking that assignment's place."
that one day
I will move into my own place
and own an art tablet
and draw Hunter from the werelumberjack story transforming.
and also @abdomented‘s Harvey doing the same, since he was the original-- like before I ever wrote the ‘Lumberjack Fantasies’ story, it was just me and Ripley talking about ‘fun kinky things happening to Harvey and Dash.’ and how hot Harv would look in flannel.
I just want you to know, if I ever create (or have created) pictures or stories of your characters, it means I really fuckin’ like them.
I mean. I wouldn’t spend time on them otherwise.
Clicking the ‘like/fave’ button, even leaving a comment, is just an average amount of ‘like’ from me. But if I legit spend time drawing or writing about YOUR characters. That. Is like next-level. That’s industrial strength, high quality amount of like. :) just fyi <3
