#drmurk

[cyanomorphlabs]

*read the tags first please*

Baby... it's for your own good. Please try to understand that.

I know what you would do. If I left you to your own devices, you'd find some way to swell up and... and... and explode blue juice all over the fucking neighborhood or something . Then I'm down a wife and I have to talk to the cops. No fun for me.

Look, this way I don't have to worry about you! And you still get what you want! Look at yourself! You're pumped full of eggs, you've got milk dribbling through your top. I know you love it, I can see how red your face is.

I'm sorry, but it has to be this way. This is the only thing keeping you from being a danger to yourself and others.

Don't look at me like that, it's a win-win! I get to keep fucking you full of eggs, and you get to be a swollen, infinitely-breedable cow. Pout all you want, I know you're loving this. And we never have to pay for milk! Or eggs! You're like a one-woman dairy farm. That's such a good thing to have in this economy, you know?

Why are your arms tied together? Baby, I just told you... you can't be trusted. I'm sorry, but you know it's true. I can't have a blueberry for a wife. I don't have the time or energy to roll your sloshing ass everywhere, and you don't fit through doors and... and... look it's just not socially acceptable. I'm sorry. At least this way I can take you out and show you off! And once you can take a big enough load, I won't have to tie you up. You'll just be too heavy to get up to mischief.

Are you feeling a little woozy, babe? Yes, I know it's kind of, like, problematic, but the eggs are gonna make you a little... docile. I can't do much about that. I think I like you like this, though. You're so much more obedient, and that's a really nice change of pace for me. Don't get me wrong, you're so cute when you're a brat, but I need all the help I can get here.

Yes, I'm sure you're hungry. You're eating for, like, a thousand and one now. Let me find you something to snack on...

[cyanomorphlabs]

*racks another clip of hollowpoint eggs into my illegal full-auto robovipositor*

[cyanomorphlabs]

i've got a fig wasp sona that i really want to start playing with

she's kind of a huge bitch*1 , stalking around in a lab coat like she has any claim to scientific legitimacy*2, and her whole thing is just like... fig tf'ing women so she can lay eggs in them. she keeps them all like dazed and hypno'd in the basement of her lab orgasmically popping out idiot wasp babies*3. she keeps running out of room for more fig women but she's too lazy to get rid of any of them so she has to keep expanding her lair. i also kinda want to see her get berried at some point, except all the juice goes straight to her abdomen/stinger area, and she's got to keep finding victims to inject her juice into with her bluvipositor so she can stay mobile 🤔

footnotes:

*1) unsurprising

*2) think dr. dinosaur from atomic robo

*3) think sort of cell jrs/oompa loompas/goblins. i think at some point her vast brood of children will unionize and like put her in her place or something

probably won't do anything with this for the foreseeable future so i'm just leaving it here. it's got a helluva boss flavor to it that needs to settle before i can trust myself with it.

[cyanomorphlabs]

Imagine your friend leaving just a s m i d g e of highly-infectious berry virus inside your drink, as a little prank. She's walking around you when the two of you're taking a stroll, just going about your day. It's only until you're inside an elevator does it actually hit, and boy does it HIT.

Your form shifts, your entire body a midnight blue hue. The sound and smells are impossible to ignore, all while your friend is recording all joyfully, giggling. But it doesn't stop. Her shit-eating expression goes from gremlin to terror as your body's not stopping, pressing the button over and over to get the damn thing to open. It's only by a miracle do the two doors slide, your belly's pressure popping her out of the elevator entrance like a zit.

But you. Oh you're stuck. The metallic walls pressing it's sharp edges against your expanding hide, the pressure going from an embarrassing tingle to a painful string of pulls and pushes. All while your friend's camera lands right between her legs, pointed at you. The berry who grew too big, in something way too small. The berry who's remains put an entire floor out of access.

The Haz team's gonna have a day with you, huh.

I don't have to imagine shit, I've done this to like four people.

There's a reason that the halls here have cameras every ten feet.

There's a reason the hazmat team has such a high turnover rate!

There's a fucking reason that the all elevators have six-inch iron spikes on each wall!