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."
A glimpse into how everyone’s favourite trashman, Aaron, turned green….
Written by the fabulous @lamarcodon!
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A brown haired human male in his thirties peered into an experiment chamber through bespectacled eyes. “Alright two-eighty-five, where’s my… Wow lil buddy, lookit you! You’re gettin’ so big! Look at you!”
Inside, behind a clearsteel screen, a translucent green blob roughly the size of a basketball trundled around the chamber. It noticed him through the screen and approached, making happy little gurgles.
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Some things were KNOWN: the darkening leaving the chamber meant it was time to stop SLEEPING and the sound of the door outside opening meant AARON was coming and AARON was the large SAFE creature who brought THINGS TO EAT and FUN GAMES and gentle touches and which all felt GOOD and AARON was a GOOD THING to KNOW.
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“Guess what Aaron’s got for you today?” the man said. He reached into his researcher’s knapsack and pulled out a container. “I brought you a surprise, that’s right!”
The slimy little creature pressed itself against the screen. Aaron could see its face—a wide, frog-like mouth splitting the glistening gooey surface of the semi-solid creature, and six golden-green eyes blinking in unison at him. From its amorphic depths appeared a pair of stubby little arms with tiny little working hands, pushing on the screen as if to move it out of the way.
“Haha hold on bro, I’ll getcha outta there… we’ll have some playtime after I feed you, ok? Gotta follow procedures.” Aaron opened the lid to the experiment’s chamber and dumped the thin plastic container inside.
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AARON was the best thing to KNOW: when he came in from the OUTSIDE he brought TASTY things to EAT and never asked to SHARE them and never took them AWAY and sometimes those THINGS could MOVE and that just meant that first they had to STOP MOVING before they could be EATEN.
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A live rat spilled out and scurried around its new surroundings, eventually going over to sniff the little blob of green goo. Aaron watched it pull the rat into its mass headfirst. The rat panicked and shrieked loudly as it was sucked in. Soon it faded completely. The little blob let out a content-sounding belch as it swelled slightly with new mass.
“Hehe. You were hungry, as usual… alright, c’mon out,” Aaron said. He opened the chamber again and lowered his arm down. The blob wriggled over, then started climbing up his arm. It flowed smoothly, undulating and rippling like the animate jelly-thing it was. It came to rest on Aaron’s shoulder and he laughed when it nuzzled up against his face.
“Every time I pick you up these days, you’re heavier and heavier,” Aaron chuckled. “I’ll have to weigh you… lil porker…” He reached up and clasped the blobby creature in his hands, lifting it off his shoulders to cradle it like a puppy in his arms. “Think I been givin’ you too much live feed, I’ll have to bring you some fruits and vegetables next time, heh…” he carried the little creature to his workstation and set it down on the table.
“You just wait there for a minute ok? Gotta make some notes…” and Aaron sat down at a swiveling chair, muttering under his breath as he typed. “Experiment number zero-zero-two-eight-five, growth is steady and rapid, eyes shining pretty bright today… arms and grasping appendages developing steadily after merging experiment last week…”
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AARON and the other LARGE INEDIBLE CREATURES made many NOISES with their EATING HOLES. It was KNOWN that the holes were for EATING because it had been observed. The NOISES meant different things. Some NOISES described the creatures themselves, such as AARON.
There were even noise representing it: “TWO-EIGHT-FIVE.” Or sometimes, “TWO-EIGHTY-FIVE.” Or sometimes, “LITTLE BUDDY.” And very often, “BRO.”
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Aaron tapped a command into his keyboard and watched the blast screen opening, revealing a glorious view of the colorful nebula they were soaring through. “Look at that, bro. That view? That view is why I took this job. Right there.” He sighed, wistful. “Some people imagine waking up every morning to the sight of beaches or mountains or the forest, but me? I get to see something incredible like that, every day—hey don’t eat that!!”
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Because AARON was so nice and brought THINGS TO EAT, it had no problem with AARON pulling the UNKNOWN THING out of its body. Apparently this was NOT a THING TO EAT, otherwise certainly AARON would have allowed it to be EATEN.
AARON had long appendages with which to grasp and lift. AARON picked it up. AARON put it in the MAZE.
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The maze was a series of walls covered with another viewing screen to prevent 285 from simply climbing over the walls—which it had done before. As a measure of intelligence, 285 had so far been observed constantly trying to figure out the easiest, most effortless way of solving problems. While some in society might have viewed that as a lazy trait, Aaron knew better.
“You’re so damn smart,” Aaron said as he watched 285 in the maze: without moving from the starting point, the little creature stretched out a long tendril of itself in every possible direction, shrinking slightly the more mass it used. When an individual line of goop reached a dead end, it retracted all the way back into the blob’s body. Only when it found the exit did it start to shuffle its way through the maze.
Last time there had been a food reward at the end, but 285 had simply grabbed it in a tendril, absorbed it, and then retracted all its mass without ever moving a centimeter into the maze. Aaron wanted it to actually work for its reward this time, so he held up another container to show the creature.
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There was NOTHING TO EAT this time at the end of the MAZE and so it began to MOVE which it did not really want to do now that it had FIGURED OUT THE MAZE and there should have been SOMETHING TO EAT but up above, it was noticed that AARON held up the SHINY TUBE which always held SOMETHING TO EAT and so it needed to LEAVE the MAZE to get the THING TO EAT.
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As 285 left the maze, Aaron scooped it up and snuggled with it for a moment before opening the container. “Not only do you get bigger every day, but you get smarter too. I wonder what you’ll be like when you’re my size, haha…” he dumped a lemon onto 285’s squishy body. The fruit quickly sank in and was absorbed. 285 sang out a trilling, higher-pitched gurgle. A delighted sound, judging by past experiences.
With 285 cuddled in his arms again, Aaron one-handed a few more notes with his keyboard. “285 now moves through maze when no reward is present at the end; still utilizes the ‘labyrinth-slash-breadcrumbs’ method from before…” he tickled 285 roughly where the little creature’s belly would have been, causing it to jiggle and bubble in delight. “I’ll have to make sure I stay smarter than you… gotta figure out a way to get you to solve the maze differently next time. Maybe some pressure plates or something… maybe some doors to figure out how to open.
“Anyway,” Aaron said, stroking the creature’s ‘head,’ “how’d you like to maybe watch a movie or something? There’s some popcorn downstairs, I know how much you like—”
<EMERGENCY,> said a rarely-heard AI voice over the ship’s intercom. <EMERGENCY. SOLAR FLARE IMPACT IMMINENT. SOLAR FLARE IMPACT IMMINENT.>
“Oh shit,” Aaron said. He hurried over to the experiment chambers and dumped 285 back in. “Sorry buddy, I gotta seal you up… Don’t worry… I’ll be back for you ok? Let’s just hope this isn’t a bad one.” He ran back to his keyboard and typed in his researcher’s code, locking down the workstation and sealing all chambers for preservation of the specimens within.
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nonono nono AARON was now AFRAID it was known it had been seen what could make such a BIG and POWERFUL creature AFRAID what could make AARON the bringer of FOOD and gentle touches and fun games what could make AARON show FEAR why was everything going DARK it wasn’t time for SLEEPING what was that loud NOISE why was everything starting to SHAKE what did the large-creature-noise “FATAL” mean no no no no no no no nono nonononononononononononononononononononononono
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Aaron flinched. He got to his feet as best he could. The entire ship was shaking violently, and just a few moments ago it had taken such a massive impact as to put him down on the ground, hard. His body throbbed with pain. “Fffffuck…” he grabbed the side of his desk and pulled himself upright.
<EMERGENCY. SOLAR FLARE IMPACT HAS CAUSED FATAL DAMAGE TO CORE SHIP SYSTEMS. EMERGENCY. SOLAR FLARE IMPACT HAS CAUSED FATAL DAMAGE TO CORE SHIP SYSTEMS.>
Aaron’s heart truly started to pound. That was the LAST thing anyone on a ship so large as the Oberon wanted to hear. He pressed his thumb against the scanner at the door.
It didn’t work. At that exact moment, the lights went off.
“Fuck!” Aaron raced back over to his computer. He was locked in and the power was failing and the blast screen was open… he hurried to type in the command again and managed to get them to close just before his monitor flickered off.
“Ok… ok…” Aaron took a deep breath. What to do when the ship was going down and you were locked in a room that hadn’t been designed to survive such scenarios. What to do…
The environmental suit. That was his only choice.
“THIS IS——-Ship’s captain speaking! Oberon has sustained massive damage and we are currently descending onto———ship is breaking up!!! Get yourselves to———IMMEDIATELY!!!”
Aaron already felt the temperature rising—the ship was about to fall into the atmosphere of a planet they’d been orbiting the past few days. It wasn’t a gas giant, thank heavens, so there was… well, there was a small chance he’d survive. He could put the suit on… maybe climb into one of the larger experiment chambers, which WERE designed to survive quite a bit of abuse…
No, better idea. Aaron dragged the suit over to the one experiment chamber he could fit inside, tossed it in and climbed in after it.
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DARK.
SHAKES.
HEAT.
VERY VERY LOUD.
NOTHING TO EAT.
NO AARON.
DARK.
VERY HOT.
VERY. VERY. LOUD. LOUD. LOUD.
LOUD METAL NOISES.
LOUD RUMBLING NOISES.
LOUD HUMAN NOISES.
SHAKING. SHAKING. SHAKING. DARK. LOUD. HOT.
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Sizzles, sparks, darkness, a sudden HISS and a crack of light above, a place to climb to.
Where did AARON go?
He was nowhere to be seen. It looked for him, peering out into the light.
It saw the room differently than before. Everything was covered in BLACK SPOTS and there was FIRE burning there, and there, and over there. FIRE was hot. FIRE was to be avoided.
It climbed up, and then down, and scented the seared air. A familiar smell was about, a delicious sort of smell. It saw many broken things, pieces of things laying about. SMALLER things could be ENGULFED and EATEN, but they weren’t very tasty.
It followed the scent. A strong smell, the smell of MEAT, cooked.
It climbed over hot surfaces to reach a bigger chamber, grumbling quietly as it lost mass from the heat. The seal was open, crooked, dented. It slipped its squishy body inside.
Six little eyes focused on the shape inside—not another experiment, but as it drew closer, the MEAT smell intensified, and then it realized that the shape
Was
AARON
Laying
Still
And from experience it knew that when
THINGS that COULD MOVE
Suddenly
STOPPED
MOVING
……
It climbed up onto the shape of AARON. He looked and smelled different. He looked darker and reddish and the brown stuff on top of his HEAD was gone and it sat on his slowly heaving CHEST and looked down at his still face.
Aaron’s EYES opened, a tiny bit. “Hey… bbbuuudddyy…” and even his voice was different, HISSING and RASPY and WRONG.
It reached to his face to touch and tickle and beg to move, to not stop moving and get up and walk around on his BIG LEGS and be a BIG THING again and not this meat-smelling thing laying on the ground because… because he would STOP.
And once a thing STOPPED, that thing was DEAD.
AARON was not supposed to be DEAD.
“You… survived…” Aaron wheezed.
It touched his face some more. If it touched him he would talk and not STOP.
Aaron’s shaky hand attempted to come up to touch it.
He failed.
“I’m… … … glad…”
…. ….
He was DYING he would be DEAD
I have to save him!!!
It had never thought of itself as an ‘i.’ It had never thought of itself before, ever. It knew food and sensations and things that pleased it and how to make those things happen, usually at Aaron’s behest.
The concept of the self was completely new. It didn’t make sense, but somehow it did, but there was no time to ruminate on such things, as
AARON was DYING
and he needed to be SAVED
and there was only one thing 285 could think to do
but before it could do so, it would need to be bigger. A lot bigger.
Closer to Aaron’s size than ever before.
And to grow, meant to eat, and digest, and absorb, and get bigger and… smarter?
Not only do you get bigger every day, but you get smarter too. I wonder what you’ll be like when you’re my size, haha…
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285 rushed around the blackened workroom picking up and absorbing any small matter it could find. Another experiment had died in its cage. There was an empty can on the ground. There was a computer keyboard and a monitor and a mug, and they all were slurped up into 285’s watery green mass. The little blob grew and grew with each bite, with each additional selection of atoms absorbed into itself. It grew, bigger, bigger, BIGGER, until it was able to see over the top of the computer table, and then it slithered back to the cell Aaron had tried to take shelter in.
He wasn’t moving. Only his chest rose up and down. Very, very… slowly.
Growling and gurgling in a panic, 285 climbed on top of him again, touching his charred body, begging him to get up and be ALIVE…
285 remembered the merging experiment, remembered what it felt like when a little monkey was placed into the cell with it and engulfed, but not absorbed.
HE WAS DYING
Would it work? Would Aaron simply get up and walk after being inside its body, like the monkey had? It was almost the opposite of consumption, almost like… sinking in, rather than engulfing and eating.
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There was no pain anymore.
Aaron felt absolutely nothing. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t think anymore. He simply existed, and for how long? Who could say.
But it would be over soon,
And he was at least happy that his little friend hadn’t been burnt to a crisp in the crash,
but
In his final moments of breath
Aaron Fastolf could only inhale once
The breath was pushed out of him
His eyes opened one last time
He saw only green
He felt only pain
The pain was back
It all came back
He was burning again
How could he burn twice
It was fire before
It was acid now
All over again
Deep in his head
His eyes closed
And still
He saw
Only
Green
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Hacking and coughing, Aaron Fastolf sat upright in a jerky motion. He pounded his chest until he could properly inhale and exhale without gagging. He looked around.
He was still in the experiment chamber.
How did… wasn’t he just in his office? His workstation… was trashed. Aaron climbed out of the cell in tender movements. The memory of such fresh agony still prickled at his skin. What was that pain?
Was he… was everything smaller? Where did…
Aaron gasped as he thought of what had happened.
He was trying to close the seal. The power had gone out.
Something BANGED against the seal, hard, from above, and dented it, and frantically he’d tried to shut it again, only for the blazing heat to rush in and strike him down…
And 285 was there?
It was all blurred together, somehow, memories of waking up earlier, grabbing coffee, looking around his cell for anything else to eat, heading to his office, turning on his computer, sipping coffee, consuming a rat, the alarms of the ship, climbing out to find Aaron—
No wait, what??
Aaron stared down at himself. His researcher’s worksuit was torn, blackened, shredded… but his skin was whole underneath… what could have burnt his suit so badly but left his skin intact? The only light came from the fires burning low in various places around the room, but… but he could still see fairly good, if through a slightly hazy, almost greenish filter.
Lights! He needed a light. The ship was toast, for sure, likely nothing powered working anymore, but there would be supplies. He headed out into the ship’s hallways and found an emergency supply kit on a wall.
There were first aid supplies, which he somehow… didn’t need?
And a flashlight. A bright white beam sliced through the darkness around him. Aaron sighed, then let out an odd-feeling BELCH that echoed against the metal hallways. He traversed the ship’s corridors for a few minutes, past a few broken cooling tubes, heading back to his personal cabin. It wasn’t far. Automatically he turned on the lightswitch, to no avail. Unlike the research station, his cabin was further into the ship’s hull, much more protected from the heat of re-entry. Some items had been scattered around, and some of them were broken, but there was no charring anywhere.
Aaron checked his refrigerator. With no power, quite a few things would be spoiling soon, and he had no idea how long he’d been out, but he grabbed some promising looking items, like a pack of sausages, and put them on the table. His abdomen growled at him, almost as loud as his earlier burp, so he picked up the sausages and opened his mouth wide and shoveled the entire thing in…
Plastic packaging and all…
“The fuck did I just do??” Aaron whispered out loud.
His eyes widened as more memories hit him—burning in agony, letting Aaron pick him up, snuggling 285, typing on his keyboard, going to the bathroom this morning, running feelers to find the exit of the maze and climbing on top of Aaron’s chest to start engulfing him and attempting to merge—
His footsteps loud in the silence of the wrecked ship, Aaron bolted for his closet and threw the door open and shone the flashlight on himself.
He dropped it. He looked down at his hands, now illuminated by a real light source. He looked at his face. He reached up to feel his face.
He’d turned green. A pale, pastel green. His skin felt like slick, soft putty. His hair wasn’t brown anymore, it was simply a darker shade of green. His eyes were green. The inside of his mouth was green, his tongue was a dull green…
He opened his worksuit. It was all the way down—his chest, his belly, his legs, thighs, hips, penis, ass; he threw his jumpsuit aside and stood naked in his room and looked at his nude, green body.
“I… 285… what the fuck??”
He could remember so much. His own memories. Other memories that he didn’t remember having before. Which one was he? Was he still a man?
is the lamarcodon story you linked technically a non canon spinoff (for the sake of Harvey and Dash’s relationship)?
@lamarcodon and I ourselves have gone back and forth on how canon it is, haha.
Personally, I really DO think Dash and Harv could go through that and still be buds. Harvey’s gay and had (at one point) a crush on Dash, but he’s seen so much of Dash’s insides in such gnarly ways that the flame is... slightly dampened haha.
And Dash just..... never ever takes sex personally. So there you have it?? Not really. This helped clarify nothing. Life is strange and so are those two dudes.
the news: "Hurricane Harvey is currently moving towards Texas." me: *gets stupid fucking boner*
HAHAH.
I feel like “Hurricane Harvey” is what happens when you give him too many tequila shots.
(((Also omg if you are in Texas or any other affected area please be safe and know that I’m thinking of you. No storm named after an OC of mine gets to mess with MY followers!!)))
Okay so @lamarcodon did this awesome pic for me and I'm crying because (a) MUSCLE!Dash (b) this shit is MOUSE DRAWN mad respect and (c) MUSCLE!Dassssshshhhhhshshshhhhhh.
