What's your favorite thing about your take on Pentious and Baxter's dynamic?-
I think my favorite thing about them is that they're both unhinged, evil and dark characters (Baxter more outwardly so) who have some key differences that give them some friction, but they still have goofy moments and take care of eachother despite that.
I wrote quite a lot so I'll crop this post!
In my head they both share a turf (relatively small compared to what overlords have but it's nothing to sneeze at), they own some factories and facilities, and they live in the same house (more of a mansion). They share responsibilities in order to lighten the load. Pentious is more the face of the operation, and while he does a lot of work himself, Baxter is always behind him tweaking stuff, giving him advice and making sure everything is working properly and in order, though he does do his own things too, he moves a lot of pieces behind Pentious' back and he doesn't even know it.
My Pentious is more akin to Pilot Pentious, where he's mostly evil with a side of goofy. He's a strategist, stubborn as all hell, kind of uptight and proper, very well organized, and while he is capable of being logical, he is very emotional and feeling, he wants other people's approval and he wants to fit in, and yet he is stuck back in his little victorian era with his machines and engines, and he cannot bring himself to let go of his fancy teas and biscuits and suits, they are part of his identity. He cannot adapt to the newer times despite him attempting to do so.
As for my Baxter, he's generally a very serious kind of guy who doesn't mess around. He's much quieter than Pentious and he lets him do most of the talking very often. He's much more logic driven and not in tune with his feelings at all, often preferring to squash or ignore them. Still screechy and neurotic, definitely a little paranoid here and there with anxiety issues sprinkled in. Unlike Pentious he often finds himself not giving a fuck about what others think of him, he's "in with the times" a liiiiittle more than Pent, but very much still stuck in some ways, he's not trying to impress anyone though and it comes off as more natural.
Often they will rub eachother the wrong way, mostly related to how Pentious is so warm and emotional whereas Baxter is logical and cold. Baxter has issues communicating what he is feeling, and Pentious often takes up the whole room with his chattering. Again despite that, they care a lot about one another, Pentious shows that he cares about Baxter more traditionally by barging into the lab and pulling him out of there whenever Bax has spent too much time there, getting him food, checking in on him etc, he's very physically affectionate and kinda clingy. On the other hand Baxter listens to him, offers medical attention, and he does a lot of background work so that Pentious doesn't have to stress himself out. They both also info dump to eachother about stuff that interests them because, of course.
They're both workaholics, but Pentious is much more... In control of that, whereas Baxter can and WILL just let himself drop from exhaustion in his lab. They both are very passionate about their respective fields, and the reason they joined forces was because of their complimentary abilities and relative level headedness.
They would both feel completely lost without the other. Pentious makes Baxter feel a lot more grounded and less anxious, and he provides a pillar on which he can hold onto during social interactions so he doesn't have to be afraid to say the wrong thing, not to mention the whole being taken care of thing, he gave Baxter a shred of kindness and that fish stuck to him like gum on a shoe
Pentious on the other hand is so incredibly happy to have a like-minded individual around, he feels like he can talk to Baxter for hours and hours and that man will just listen to him, provide advice and even be thoroughly amused by whatever goofy things he sprinkles in. He feels like he can vent to Baxter about whatever he is feeling and like he won't be judged or mocked for it, and at the end of it Baxter will ask him if he wants to watch a movie or kidnap some guy to then test the new Truth Serum that he's been working on to ask them embarrassing questions and whatnot... And it means the world to him.
And when they are separated they both feel a crushing sense of loneliness and like they're missing a part of themselves!! Whoo!
tags: pumpkin tf, rapid weight gain, immobility, dirty talking, a bit of fat shaming, mouth-to-mouth force feeding, seed eating
characters: Samha1n, P3t3r V3nkman (Gh0stbust3rs)
synopsis: The Ghost of Halloween, Samhain, has escaped the Containment Unit once more! With the Ghostbusters distracted by another bust, he would be able to bring eternal night forever! Because of this, Peter, who stayed behind due to a fever, has taken upon himself to stop the Class VII ghost on his own. But when Samhain's trail led to a large pumpkin patch, he would soon find that the ground he walked on possessed ...very interesting properties to say the least.
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The full autumn moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the pumpkin patch Peter was investigating. He was dressed in his brown uniform, slightly rinkled from not being used in a while. His P.K.E beeped louder and louder as he walked down an open trail, passing various, oversized pumpkins that looked ready to burst. Samhain was here, he knew it. He may have been all alone, but he could handle a powerful spirit. So what if the lingering of his fever, from his heated face to the sweat on his forehead, still affected him? He's a Ghostbuster!
As his ego continued hyping himself up in his mind, he failed to notice a familiar figure dressed in a purple cloak floating behind him. It only took the sensation of a soft bump against his back that jolted his senses.
"What the..."
Turning around, Peter's eyes went wide as he found himself face to face with Samhain's round belly. The spirit loomed above him, casting a great shadow over the mortal.
"Ghostbuster." Samhain's deep voice echoed like the autumn breeze as his yellowed teeth curled into a creepy smile. His hollowed eyes fixed Peter with a glint that the Ghostbuster has never saw before.
He stumbled back a step, instinctively reaching for his particle thrower, then remembering that he left the proton pack in Ecto-1. He gave Samhain a weak, sheepish smile, trying to annoy his way out of this mess.
"Whoa there, Jack-O-Junk! What happened? Did you raid a McDonalds before coming here?"
Then without warning, the ground began to grow warmer with every second. The impressively large pumpkins seemed to grow in size as well, their vines wrapping them in an embrace akin to snakes with their prey.
Samhain chuckled at the question. "No, Ghostbuster. This patch, it is filled with potent magic pulsating in its fertile ground."
He placed a clawed hand on his swollen gut.
"All of this power, coursing through my very veins, and it only costed one little thing."
Peter's eyes gazed down at the doughy middle, his thoughts a mix of disgust and surprisingly arousal. The more he stared at it, the more it looked more deletable. He wondered how soft it would feel if his hand—
Peter shook his head quickly, snapping out of his fantasies as his eyes met Samhain's once more. He scowled, trying to mask his true feelings and the odd shiver than ran through his body. "Heh, well, it seems the Great and Powerful Samhain let himself go, huh? You could lose some exercise, big guy. Maybe a Jenny Craig meal plan while yer at it."
Samhain's hollow eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger burning in them.
"Watch that tongue of yours, mortal."
Despite his irritation, the Spirit of Halloween's smile was still plastered on his face. He sensed the uneasiness in Peter, how the brunet's eyes took glimsaes at his lower half. With his hand on his belly, he gave it a good SMACK. The heavy gut quivered beneath his touch, jiggling like jello before settling down. "You stand on the most fertile spot of this land, or should I say... fattening~?"
Peter swallowed hard, nervously backing away as Samhain glide closer and closer towards him. He tried to keep his glare locked on the god, however it becomes increasingly more difficult to do so as that belly was blocking his view.
With the snap of his long fingers, Samhain summon the veins in the patch to his command. They didn't hesitate as they all wrapped themselves around Peter in a deadly grip; some restrained his arms, and others his legs. The Ghostbuster struggled breaking free to no avail. He was truly defensive, no proton pack and no backup to help him.
"Fattening?" Peter questioned, his voice cracking a bit. "Don't tell me, yer gonna what, stuff me with pumpkins until I look like a Thanksgiving turkey."
Samhain's clawed hand was gentle yet demeaning, titling Peter's chin up towards his lips. He lowered his pumpkin head down, his eyes managing to glint a strange look of hunger in them as he leaned close until his lips met Peter's.
It was surprisingly soft and warm, nothing like the harsh grip of his hand. At the same time, Peter felt something, or rather somethings, spilling into his mouth. They were tiny, gritty, and had the weird aftertaste of... dirt? Wait-
Peter's eyes widened as he realized Samhain was feeding him seeds like a mother bird to her little babies. He could taste the earth, the sweetness of the pumpkins, and a weird spicy flavor that tingled his taste buds. Unable to spit them out, Peter had no choice but to swallow every tiny seed that Samhain so readily fed him in their bizarre kiss.
Finally, the Lord of Halloween broke the kiss, his smile widening as he watched Peter struggling to swallow the last of them. The ghost's eyes gazed at the man standing in front of him, taking in the flushed cheeks, the quick rise and fall of his chest. Even in the night, he could see the faintest bulge in the Ghostbuster's midsection, and how the fabric now strained against it.
"I must say," Samhain purred. "You look full already~"
Peter's face flushed a beet red from the comment, but he couldn't deny it or say that the spirit was just pulling his leg. He could feel it, the subtle swell that certainly wasn't there beforehand. He tried to summon up a smartass remark, but all that came out was a shaky whisper.
"D-Damn pumpkin seeds..."
Suddenly, his belly let out an ominous gurgle, causing him to look down at himself. There before his eyes was that same, small pouch expanding ever so slightly with each second. His skin was beginning to change as well. At first, it started to feel more rougher, as if a strange coating covered his being. He gasped as he saw his skin turning a tint of orange.
He was transforming into a pumpkin.
As he watched, the skin continued the next stage of its transformation, its surface taking on the texture of a pumpkin's outer layer. The gadget belt around his waist strained harder, threatening to pop open. A wave of dizziness wept over him, making the world spin in his head. The ground felt warmer, his body heavier.
Samhain's hand continued to caress Peter's growing gut before slowly drifting down to his belt. In one fell swoop, he pulled on the belt, instantly breaking it.
"Oops," Samhain said, all the while not looking or sounding apologetic for it.
As Peter's belly swelled and rounded out, it eventually bumped against Samhain's own gut. The contact sent a dizzy shiver down the Ghostbuster's spine, the doughy surface of Samhain's contrasting with the hardness of his own. His face blushed a deeper red at the thought of him becoming even bigger than the ghost and his already impressing figure.
"U-Uuuugh.... I'm... so huge."
Samhain laughed, throughly enjoying the sight of the once cocky Ghostbuster now a blushing mess.
"Yes, you are. You're growing quite nicely in fact. Soon, you'll be the biggest one in the patch~"
Peter gasped as new changes wrecked his body. His chest swelled, pushing against the fabric of his uniform and causing it to tear further down the seams. The roundness continued down his sides, his hips widening until the vines that restrained him simply gave up and plopped him onto the ground. His ass ballooned out behind him like a pair of pumpkins, pressing into the earth with mighty force. His thighs thickened, as well as his arms, legs, and face. Finally, the transformation stopped for good. The once lean Ghostbuster was now a gigantic, spherical pumpkin of a man, completely immobilized and utterly helpless, like a prisoner of his own flesh.
Samhain circled around him like a lion examining its prey, marvelling at the work he has done to Peter. Once behind the massive blob, he ran his hand over his ass, his fingers practically sinking into the swollen yet blubbery fat.
"Perfect. You're perfect like this."
"Y-You'll never *huff* get away," Peter panted, his voice muffled by the shear mass of his own body. "Ray... Egon... Winston... they'll find me. They always do..."
"Then, let them come. By then, you'll be so fat and round you won't even want to be saved."
Samhain took flight, appearing from behind to right in front of Peter. Then, he levitated down onto his belly. He let out a relaxed sigh, getting comfortable on his new seat, as if he belonged there.
"Such a big little one you are," Samhain cooed, his voice taking on a paternal tone. "So ripe, so fertile. Just a perfect, big pumpkin, ready for the harvest season."
The spirit leaned closer, his hands cupping Peter's face in a gentle gesture unexpected for such a human-hating god. His eyes, now glowing gold, bore into Peter's with deep intensity.
"Do not fight against it, Peter Venkman. Accept this gift and many more to come soon enough. Right now, until your little friends come to the rescue, you belong to the patch. You belong... to me~"
His voice wrapped around Peter's mind like thick vines, slow, soothing, impossible to resist. The Ghostbuster's eyelids fluttered, his breathing deepened, and just like that, he stopped struggling. Samhain pressed forward, kissing him deeply, and as their lips met once more, another flood of warm pumpkin seeds spilled into Peter's mouth. He swallowed reflexively, completely under Samhain's spell.
All thoughts, hopes, dreams, stresses and worries disappeared from his mind without a trace.
Besides—
Why would a pumpkin like himself need to hold on to such trivial things?
Tags: weight gain, semi-public stuffing, relationship gains, Feeder!Peter
(prompts created by @fatguarddog)
The Spirit of Halloween never anticipated himself to be in a relationship before.
How could he worry his head over the idea of a love life when the matter of liberating his fellow ghosts was more important in his carved eyes?
Well, that mindset changed the moment he became Peter Venkman's boyfriend.
Even the term boyfriend felt like a strange dream to him. In the bygone ages which he came from, it was either marriage or living a life of independency. Nowadays, it seemed that modern culture was more relaxed in their labeling of relationships.
As for him dating Peter? Even he wasn't quite sure how it started. Maybe it was the mortal's handsomeness that lured him in. Maybe it was his snarky humor or his cleverness. Maybe it was the jerk with a gold heart persona he possessed. To put it simply, and to quote a movie that Peter forced him to watch, he made him laugh.
One aspect that Samhain appreciated about Peter was his generosity as a lover. Throughout all their dates, the brunet consistently ensured that his god was well-fed. One meal turned seconds, thirds, fourths, and even sevenths if he wanted to push the limit. It was refreshing for once to have someone caring for his needs rather than the other way around.
However, the spirit couldn't help but wonder if his lover had an… affinity for stuffing him with food, especially when his hand would linger on his "dad bod" (a slang term for his pot belly.) Maybe it was just his love language, or maybe he picked it up from his family. Still, it was odd at first.
Finally, Samhain learned that Peter was a "horny bastard", as mortals would say, after their day at the local autumn festival. It was during the last week of October, the season showing itself in the falling, orange-red leaves and the chilly breeze that passed attendees as they played bobbing for apples or enjoyed some nice hard cider. It had a warm, cozy atmosphere that the Spirit of Halloween adored.
As an added bonus, he was able to enjoy the festival without any glamour or guise of sorts. Everyone around him complemented his supposed "costume" and some were asking him for tips about designing one. Oh, how so smart yet so dumb humans could be.
The moment they stepped into the festival, Peter wasted no time in dragging his ghostly lover towards every food stall they could get to. He had been saving up every dollar he can just to splurge it all on food.
There were roasted apples, slices of apple pie a la mode, candied apples, and all sorts of apple pastries. Samhain consumed them all with the royal grace befiting his status. However, that was only the beginning. Peter didn't want him dantfully nibbing on the food, using his napkin to clean his mouth. He wanted his Sam to be unabashed and loud, unafraid to let out a hearty belch or rub his belly.
So he continued brining the Spirit of Halloween more food to fill his gullet. Cornbread slathered with butter, slices of pumpkin pie with a dollop of whipped cream, pumpkin spice donuts sprinkled in powdered sugar, foot long corn dogs with ketchup and pickled jalapeños, a tall glass of refreshing apple cider, and pumpkin pie milkshake.
Throughout their feeding session on a wooden bench, Peter, being the sly man he was, decided to push Samhain to the limits. He would continually set more plates in front of his boyfriend immediately as he cleared one. He would whisper into his ear, teasing him with a few "Come on, just one more bite" mixed with some "Try this one out". Then came the belly rubs, starting atop the swell of the spirit's rounded belly before Peter's hands slipped into Samhain's tattered cloak.
Somehow, none of the other attendees noticed what they were doing. Most of them were either too busy playing games, eating food, or being completely intoxicated to care.
Samhain resorted to floating instead of walking when they left. His dad bod wasn't a dad bod anymore. It was a full on gut, tight and firm underneath a soft layer of fat. When he poked his belly, his long finger sank into the bloated orange flesh.
He couldn't believe that he ate all of that in one sitting. This was all wrong.
As much as he loved Peter, he couldn't entertain this much longer. He was the Spirit of Halloween, the embodiment of the holiday itself! He couldn't afford to let himself go!
What would his fellow ghosts think of him? They would think that he was going soft and weak.
And his midnight army? His little ones? They would see him as a hypocrite. He couldn't even blame them if they did. He was the one constantly preaching that all humans were bad, there wasn't a good human out there, humans were out to persecute ghosts like them, etc. Yet here he was, constantly eating like a gluttonous king thanks to his mortal lover.
Well, tomorrow would change, he told himself. Tomorrow, he'll get Peter to end this foolishness. Tomorrow, he'll find some spell to shrink his waistline to its original proportions.
He thought of this even as Peter groped him from behind, rambling about him having some Chinese in the fridge for him to try.
Samhain's belly grumbled at the thought.
Oh well, he might as well eat some. Besides, he can just shrink all the weight down afterwards.
Jekyll listens and immediately backs away a good foot or two, and then plops down on the floor in front of Hector. Seeing the other objects be so scared makes Jekyll deflate a bit. To try and not scare him more the coyote tries his best to not stare at him much, though he does glance up every once in a while.
"J-Jekyll," he mumbles and then points at the decaying coyote taxidermy in the corner, "me... Ta-taxidermy." His hand lowers back onto his lap to pick at his claws. His eye glances up at the HVAC with a sort of pleading glint in it. "I have been... Wa-watching you a bit," he mumbles as if a bit embarrassed about it, "didn't get rea... realized. Owner was too r-rude to you." There's venom dripping from his voice when he mentions the homeowner. He's not too fond of them.
[From @duct-bugs]
"But they should’ve gotten everyone… How did you..."
[Hector seems to be busy recounting his memories, only paying half attention to Jekyll as a result.]
"Skylar, no, no way she didn’t. Surely Maggie would’ve, surely…"
[He continues to mumble to himself until he noticed Jekyll was still there.]
"Jekyll the taxidermy...? Were you... friends with Lady Memoria? Since you were hidden behind her boxes, I assume she would at least be aware of you."
Hey pretty boy!- how are you my scrunkly baby?- imma squeeze you- GET OVER HERE-
*casually tackles him*-
[Hector is taken aback by you sudden tackling. He stumbles back and you both fall over. Hector had tried his best to monuver himself so when you fell he is on his back and you on top as to avoid injury to you. Hector hisses slightly but quickly looks up at you with worry]
Oh, my love- are you okay?! Please you must be more careful!
(okay- I can't be the only one who thinks Christian Navarro looks like he's wearing eyeliner- speaking of which- outside hector- :3)
Hello, my precious!- I hope my darling boy is doing good- I just wanted to ask if you'd let me do your eyeliner for you?- I could straddle your chest while you lay down on the bed-
Purely for the good angle of course-
No other reason-
[Hector flushes and looks away from you, covering his mouth with his hand…But you can see the faintest hint of a smile behind his hand.]
T-That would be nice..I’d like if you did that..You can…
[you can see conflict in his eyes as he avoids yours]
N-never mind-. Yes, I’d like if you would do that for me.
(used my OC because yes- I apologize for the messy hand writing- my cat is currently cuddled up against my dominant arm and it's difficult to write without disturbing her- :,])
//YESS YESSS YESSSSSSSS I LOVE IT, ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC, NO NOTES.
