#slime inflation

[chubbydrawer]

Now on patreon! Joel encountered quite the filling entity! This powerful slime stopped at nothing to turn him into a jiggly mound of softness! #maleweightgain #fat #gainerart #fatart #fatkink

[bluberrysaph]

W-why me!! qwq A comm made for the famous Eroxidae, I hope you enjoy it

[chubunited]

Link found himself dropped right in the middle of a Chuchu nest… good thing he’s feeling stretchy!

[fatfangs]

she didnt realize just how absorbent she can be

[kafrizzzle]

level 50 slime victim. these ones are actually quite formidable all things considered

[thebusybumblebee]

Slime Storage

I’ve always thought of slimes as my favorite creature/monster to get pregnant by.

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Maybe I’m a pet breeder and I need something more exotic to make money in the market. I’d remembered a story of people in the swamp-lands keeping domesticated slimes, but that wasn’t heard of in the colder, drier area where I live. The slimes wouldn’t be spread out in this environment. Instead, they’d keep in clusters around what natural water sources there were.

The more affluent citizens in the area often kept water features that could support a slime or two. That would be my target audience. First though, I would need to find a way to reliably breed the slimes. They could be elusive, and their clustering behavior would make them more formidable in numbers.

That’s where you come in. You’re a fresh academy graduate who specialized in monster ecology. Eyes bright and eager to please, I could use your enthusiasm to my advantage. I tell you I’m trying to better understand slime breeding habits. Wanting a chance to prove yourself, you offer to help in any way you can.

You and I head into nature alone to one of the known water sources that the local slimes have formed their clusters around. These are a deep blue with a glittery substance suspended throughout. You murmur to yourself about the coloration being affected by mineral deposits in the lake. I encourage you to take a closer look and pat you on the back. Enthralled by these unique slimes, you crawl down the hill towards them.

You were so captivated, you didn’t notice the herbal mixture I smeared across the back of your cloak. You also didn’t notice the rogue blob schlepping across the ground towards you. At least, you didn’t notice it until it’s sopping mass was oozing up your pant leg. You kick and roll around to try and dissuade the mindless thing from going further. It only serves to catch the attention of more of them.

The herbs were a special blend I shipped in. It’s out of season here, but slimes tend to recognize it as a sign that it’s time to reproduce. You ask me to help. I tell you that I couldn’t possibly interfere with all this data I was collecting. While slimes weren’t the brightest, they were hard to grab and heavier than they looked. If it were only one, you’d have a chance. With three of them already on you, your chances of escape were quickly dwindling.

Your hips are swimming in slime when they finally find a warm, wet place to go. Shock freezes muscle and mind, but the slimes don’t care. To them, you’re the best place to breed right now. By the time you regain your senses, they’re already pressing their bodies into your hole in pulsing bursts. Slime after slime packs into your womb. You had hoped that loosening the belt around your waist would be all the wardrobe malfunction you would suffer. Then your shirt buttons begin to fly off into the bushes one-by-one.

The slimes have filled you such that they press up into your lungs. You’re like a pathetic fish the way you gasp and writhe on the ground. Eventually, I take mercy. Your cloak ties had loosened in all your flailing, so I’m able to toss it off with a stick. Any remaining creatures go after it instead.

Teary-eyed, you can’t help but clutch your straining gut. I’m able to get you standing, albeit barely, with some careful maneuvering. You whinge the whole way back to my shop. So caught up in your discomfort, you don’t think to question why I’m taking you to the basement you didn’t know I had.

You plop onto the lone couch with a grunt. I offer you water. The glass is drained in a heartbeat. You seem perplexed by the sudden, intense thirst welling up. I set a full pitcher by you. You help yourself while I get some things prepared.

Initially, you’re polite and use the glass. The thirst persists though. To avoid wasting time, you grab the whole thing and begin chugging. The sudden deluge of water gurgles in your gut.

I return with some books. Despite the sloshing in your stomach, you quietly squeak out a request for another pitcher. Graciously, I refill the pitcher countless times as I ask you to take notes on your condition. It’s busy work. Your sloshing gut is just pinning you down to the furniture and keeping the slimes complacent as they soak up the water in your body. Exhaustion catches up to you. I offer to let you rest on the couch. We could find a solution to your predicament later. Naive thing you are, you let your eyes slip shut and sleep to cloud your mind.

When you wake, your wrists are bound and a hose apparatus leads into your mouth. You can’t plead or beg with anything more than a desperate look. Water flows into your mouth at a slow, yet unrelenting, pace. You grimace at the unexpected taste, but can only swallow.

“The salinity and mineral content have been made to mimic the lake we found these ones at.” I don’t bother to look at you while I write in my notebook, “my hope is that the similar conditions will keep them happier than the plain well water.”

Your stomach swells as the days go by. With no windows, you can only mark time by when I remove the hose to force actual food into you. You start to get really scared when it’s not just your stomach swelling.

“Water weight, maybe?” I mutter to myself as I measure you like a prize hog. You whine pitifully as I poke and prod your swelling mass with no regard for comfort. You’re like bread proofing in a warm oven.

The swelling only worsens when the slimes decide to get down to business. They swirl and churn in your womb as you’re forced to keep drinking. I keep a close eye on you to try and guess when the newborn slimes would emerge from you. The basement, however, is soundproof. You’re alone in the middle of the night when the contractions start. With each tightening of your muscles, dozens of small slimes pour from you and onto the ground.

When I come downstairs, I find you frazzled and exhausted. The new slimes luckily decided to play in a nearby pitcher of water rather than escape into the walls. Once they’re corralled, I palpate your still hefty gut. I smile.

“Good news! The mature slimes must really like the environment we’ve developed in you. I think they’re going to stay in for another round.”

Months later, you would be unrecognizable. Your waterbed of a belly stretches across the basement floor, teeming with life. Every place where fat could be is packed with retained water. The slimes had somehow altered your body to be the perfect breeding grounds, and I had no reason to dissuade them. Every breath sends a ripple across your whole body. To you, it feels like there’s a lake of your own inside your gravid form.

With all the money selling domesticated slimes, I hardly had to spend time doing much else. My days were spent admiring my cash cow and keeping you hydrated. I take in your shapeless mass and imagine. If you were this adaptable to slime breeding, what else could I do with you?

[h0me-made]

A slimeful comm for @/glunkdooby.bsky.social 💙

[furflator]

Kind of a weird one, but getting inflated and fucked by an evil and corrupting slime sounds so damn hot…

It's not enough for it to invade your body -- no, the dark substance that's pressing its way into every hole it can find couldn't be satisfied so easily. Steadily it consumes you, trapping you, sniffing out every warm & wet crevice of your body and wriggling its way inside. The more room it finds, the more of it wants in. Greedy. Too mindless for its own good - it's taken you, wedged itself into every passageway it could find winding through your body, and steadily filled you with squishy, soft slime.

It's not enough. That feeling of fullness, contentment as your belly swells chubbier and rounder. The uncomfortable fullness that snuck its way through you, from your aching holes all the way up to your throat. Tighter. Too tight; your poor guts wrenching as if trying to tear away from your body to give the creature more room.

Not. Enough. Tendrils of thick, heavy slime invading the very membrane of your body. Finding its way through your system, bloating you, saturating every fiber of your being. The fullness spreads down your legs and feet all the way to your toes; up your arms and neck. Your cheeks even bloat up as the slime finds more and more ways to use you. What little of its body still hasn't found its way in is being rejected -- literally forced out of you -- by the sheer mass that's enveloped your being. And yet it keeps trying, rocking your compromised body with every push.

And the discomfort turns to pain. And the pain? The sharp lightning jolts of tearing and mending flesh that pierce your soul and jerk what muscles you can still move? Well, it only makes the slime hungrier. And makes you all the hornier.

And you try with all your might to pull even more of it in. Even with the grunts that escape your swelled-shut lips, even with every hole filled and fucked by your intruder. It's not enough for you, is it?