#possible squick warning

[zone0neko]

flesh bee (fleebee for short)

he’s a bit torn here and there when i put the costume on but imma fix him up tomorrow!

[snoodlebeans]

oh look it’s eldritch!noir’s maw

(Noir belongs to me.)

[bathhouse-pet]

This makes the human groan and move a bit in their sleepy state. They don’t seem to realize what’s going on, for all they know there’re still dreaming..

You’re neck-deep now - and there go your shoulders...

The spirit groans and purrs even louder - this is the most delicious human he’s ever had! It’s taking all of his energy to resist hastily devouring you, to risk waking you up and sending you into a panic - no, he must move slowly this time, he must be patient and as soft in his manner as warm sunlight.

Waist-deep now, soon to be completely swallowed whole...

[bee-lovin-gal02-blog]

Theodore TF

A little drabble I made for my pal @zone0neko

Alex was just exploring a local abandoned house that was rumoured to be haunted. Alex was wearing a simple blue t shirt and shorts with white sneakers. Alex was fascinated by the age of the house but did encounter any ghosts.

He reached the attic, his final destination before leaving. He looked around the dusty attic when he noticed, on a table, a brown plague doctor mask.

Out of curiosity, Alex picked up the mask and put it on. Nothing happened. Deciding to take it home, Alex reached for the strap to remove it. To his horror he could not remove it! Suddenly, almost by magic, the mask started to secrete a black goo hat coated Alex’s head, sealing his fate.

The goo seemed to form a hood around his head before it coated his shoulders. The gunk slithered down his torso, seeming to eat away his clothing before reaching his legs and feet, coating Alex completely. To his surprise, confusion and relief, Alex could still breathe in the mask despite the slime.

A gurgle erupted from Alex's belly before it started to swell. It grew and spread out, almost like rising dough. As his gut swelled out, the slime started to become one with Alex's flesh, his hands becoming claw-like.

Then, Alex's legs were fused together as his body changed, changing into one large tail-like appendage.

Finally, Alex started to grow taller, he grew and grew until he was ten feet tall. His gut stopped growing as the mask became his new face and the whites of his eyes became a deepest black colour and pupil becoming white, the transformation finishing.

“W-what?! How am I supposed to go home like this?!” Alex exclaimed in panic, barely noticing his much deeper voice. Alex became even more panicked as his thoughts became fuzzy, his mind changing.

Everything became clear, his mind and body reborn. “Ahh, much better~” Theodore sighed as he started to purr. All of a sudden, his massive gut growled and he chuckled. “Time for me to go and have a little feast~”.

Theodore broke out of the house, wandering off in search of food.

[zone0neko]

ok so manitawba are sentient (like all animals obviously) but they're not fully sapient, so they're kinda like other primates in comparison to humans they eat flesh and blood and use their mouths and suckers to scrape off bits of it they got bad vision though

(The Monochrome belongs to me.) (The Manitawba belong to me.)

[snoodlebeans]

kinda wanted to do some spooky stuff

so basically eldritch!noir is v shy but likes humans so she usually is in her cat form but this is what she really looks like if she's happy/scared/surprised she puffs up with fat her mouth is like, FULL of teeth too

also yes all those purple spots are eyes

(Noir belongs to me.)

[zone0neko]

When Light Meets Dark - Part 1, Chapter 5: A Bond

   "Fawful is needing to be fed.~"    The unexpected quality, the unusual implications of safety, the sheer simplicity of what Noir hears is enough to shut her brain off for a few moments that feel like centuries to her adrenaline-fueled mind.    "W-Wait... that's it?! You... don't want to kill me?"    "Why would Fawful have a desire for killing you? You are not interfering with his plans that make a delicious sandwich of perfection - and I am knowing that you mean no harm to me."    His tone is surprisingly gentle now - like a parent explaining some foreign, mystical concept to a curious child - and he's sort of crouching down to Noir's level, swirled eyes gazing right into her own.    "I..."    Fawful plops down with a booming THUD before Noir can finish speaking.    "I have understanding... but you will be feeding Fawful, yes?"    Well... there doesn't seem to be any harm in giving him a snack... I guess I could try?    Her paws gently tap along the tiled floor as she grabs a hefty plate of ham, slowly setting it onto the ground before trying to pull off a piece safe from any choking hazards.    "You will need to climb up to Fawful's mouth like an eager hiker."    Well, Noir can see why - she can barely reach up to his chest, even when he's sitting - but it still feels awkward for her to scale up a surprisingly warm, soft stomach to drop the slab of meat into a maw lined with pointed teeth wide as her own hands, flesh almost as purple as her own hair, and dripping with viscous, black saliva.    He could easily chomp down on Noir's arm at any moment - he could even fit her head inside his mouth and still have room - and yet he does neither, only closing his jaws together when she successfully withdraws her arm.    "You got... uh... cool teeth-"    Noir gets no discernible reply, but she does receive a muffled hum of acknowledgement and a little smile.    She stays silent after that, merely giving Fawful plate after plate of rich meals that even the most famished of beasts couldn't finish, watching as his gut slowly fills up and rounds out with each plate...    He's so greedy and soft and just-    A tiny belch interrupts her thoughts, leaving her mind addled and even more flustered than before.    "Such tastiness... but this is a mere snack for Fawful.~"    The hungry Darkling licks his lips before beckoning his feeder closer, demanding more offerings with a simple curl of his claw.    Over an hour passes before the long table is completely emptied, leaving Noir more than exhausted - and Fawful stuffed just to his liking: his belly is at least twice as big as before, groaning and gurgling at a volume that cannot be ignored.    "I have... urp... fullness.~"    He lies on his back with a huff, a hand resting on the dome of his stomach in a gesture of prideful satisfaction, and Noir slowly approaches with an extended paw...    ... And places it against the surface of his full gut.    Noir is almost instantly greeted with a comforting warmth radiating from within, and an unexpected softness akin to freshly made dough.    If her face could go any redder, it most surely would.    "Y-You're really soft..."    "Mmhmhf..."    She gently presses herself up to Fawful's pillowy body, emitting a small purr (much to her embarrassment) and giving the trademark smile of a content feline.    "You are like a kitten who is snuggling up to freshly-dried blankets..."    There's no verbal response, only an abrupt fall in volume of purrs as Noir grows embarrassed at her behavior.    "... Fawful is finding it cute.~"    "O-Oh...?"    At this she looks up at Fawful with an expression of bemusement - he doesn't think she's weird or annoying? How can that be? Surely he must be lying...    "No thoughts of the skeptic for you! You are going to be Fawful's command of second place!"    "W-Well, I appreciate the offer, but-"    "... And his mate of love.~"    "... Pardon?"    Fawful pulls Noir close with a gentle hand, placing her on the breadth of his chest and smiling devilishly.    "You are knowing what Fawful means. I can see how you give the blushings of beet redness, the stumbling of walks, the stammering of talk when you gaze at Fawful! Be admitting the truth: you have love for me.~"    He has her in his grasp now: Noir can't bring herself to lie and call such a statement preposterous, but she also doesn't have the bravery and confidence to affirm Fawful's theory.    All the mousy cat can muster is a gentle nod of the head in confirmation.    "And do you know what is even better than the flutterings in your belly?"    Silence is her reply, and Fawful leans into one of her fluffy ears.    "Fawful also has love for you.~"    Now Noir is hiding her face in the protective shield that is the fat of his chest, her fur puffed up, her tail stiff in the air like one of a pointer-setter, and her face hotter than a fireplace.    "Have the saying of your name."    "I'm... I'm Noir."    "Noir... a name of fineness for a cat of sweetness.~"    With that, the two of them drift off into a lovely sleep.

[zone0neko]

When Light Meets Dark - Epilogue

   The massive throne - laden with faux, emerald scales and cream spikes that give it an almost draconic appearance - creaks under Fawful's weight as he plops down, carrying Noir in an arm wider than a tree trunk. His immense gut splays over the sides of the royal chair like rising dough, nearly engulfing both its arms and front - only an inch or two separates the carpet of the floor from countless layers of fat.    "Y-You've uh... grown quite a bit, haven't you-?"    Noir is greeted with a gentle kiss to the forehead with soft lips, and a purr louder than she's ever heard.    "All for Fawful's love of sweetness...~"    The huge Darkling's purple tongue laps at her cheek in an affectionate display of preening, and he leans in closer to give a distorted coo right in her ear, grinning wide.    "Such cuteness is irresistible for Fawful to not be giving his love to!~"    Even now, just a few weeks after completely annihilating his old outfit, Fawful's ornate, puffy clothes are beginning to tear bit by bit from his constant weight-gain: small rips tease at his ever-growing body, its black skin stark in contrast to the navy blue of his velvety shirt; a day never goes by without Noir "accidentally" being pinned under a wall of fat that only grows bigger and taller with each meal.    Not that she really minds - at least, not in the sense of it annoying her, but Fawful always enjoys teasing her with his size - and it never fails.    "I could just be eating you up.~"    I honestly wouldn't mind that-    The cat abruptly squeals as she feels pointed teeth nip at her fluffy ears, hot breath washing over her, and the wetness of a single strand of saliva landing on her hair.    "F-Fawful-!"    A loud laugh fills the room as Noir playfully pushes at Fawful's chest - which is practically as wide as she is tall by now - and gives a fake pout of stubbornness in an attempt to conceal her red-hot blush.    "Your flavor has sweetness matching your loveliness...~"    "I wasn't ready-!"    A soft, warm embrace helps to quiet Noir down, much to her flustered relief, and she nuzzles her face into the doughy pudge of Fawful's chest.    "I have love...~"    "L-Love you, too."