#vending machine anon

[ourpl3d]

vending machine guy here. yes i did :DDDD for free even. have a cheeto

yooo free food. epic

[strangesolicitations]

How about a couple of batches of momma's hippest pancakes, a bottle of megamilk, and half a dozen cans of slip'n'slide soda?

>Rose will read this veritable shopping list with a look of bemusement. "So are we trying to make me a Milf or a caged stud? You're sending some real mixed messages, here."

She'll stretch softly as she stands up, that double pair of already-bountiful breasts wobbling tantalizingly as she makes her way to the machine to get started on her order, starting with the milk and pancakes because, of course, where else to begin but breakfast?

As her hips slowly widen further, her bust soon starting to lightly leak with glowy pink dairy as it swells outward, she'll hum softly. The transformations may be a bit inconvenient, but at least it's still pretty good food.

Rather than shotgun the six cans of soda, she'll just crack open the first one and settle back into her comfy spot, idly sipping at it as she resumes her book.

[chroiagusanam]

Idea for pretty much any PJO ship: person a gets their hand stuck in a vending machine and person b can barely stop laughing enough to help a.

Jason was late. Jason was never late. Leo started to pace anxiously, fingers tapping a rhythm to a song he barely knew. In a split second, he decided to leave their agreed meeting point behind, power walking to Jason's building. He ran through the potential causes in his head: He'd forgotten? No, Jason always set like, 40 alarms for all of their dates. Leo had always found that cute even though he always ribbed the blond for it. Monster attack? Maybe, but he would have called. Whatever was delaying him, it had to be both urgent and totally focus consuming.

At this point, Leo had arrived to the front door of Jason's dorm. Still no sign ... but was that swearing? Leo pushed open the door and was treated to perhaps the most absurd scene of his life. Jason was crouched on the floor, in front of a vending machine. Actually, no: Jason was crouched on the floor up to his shoulder inside of a vending machine. Jason Grace, golden child of New Rome, Pontifex Maximus and saviour of the world was stuck in a vending machine, swearing like a sailor.

Leo tried to hold it in. Really, he did. But the mirth rising in his chest was too much and before long he was on the ground, tears rolling down both cheeks. Jason, aware he had been caught, turned to glare.

"Are you going to help, or will I be stuck carting this thing around forever?"

"Sor-sorry," wheezed Leo "its just - what did it ever do to you?"

Jason frowned, crinkling his scar. "The stupid thing stole my skittles"

Leo had been so, so close to regaining control and saving his poor bachelor in distress. But that? That broke him, and he collapsed back down, laughing so hard he sobbed. Poor Sparky would have to wait a few minutes more for rescue.

[strangesolicitations]

How about some glow jelly from the vending machine? Your choice of colour...

>There's the sound of soft crunching from just offscreen before the camera pivots and re-focuses on Rose, now frozen like a deer in headlights as she makes eye contact with it, mid-way through biting into a piece of toast smeared liberally with pink glow jelly.

She's still nude, which means the camera has a great view as the ink spots on her body slowly shift in color, the deep indigo streaked with swirls of faintly bioluminescent pink that slowly grow to overtake and replace the original color entirely, the tips of her hair-tentacles, her nipples, and finally the head of her stiff length all taking on the same faintly glowing hue...

Followed, of course, by a much brighter pink glow from within her balls, as the glow jelly performs as advertised, making her sperm glow brightly in the appropriate color.

[strangesolicitations]

Bosom berries and squid ink soda. Woomy

>Rose glances down at the holographic panel of her computer screen, then up at the camera, giving a soft smirk.

"Eh, Sure, why not. Could be fun."

She'll stand up and stretch, showing off how her natural curves already stretch the jacket of her uniform, before slinking on over to the vending machine and popping in a few quarters in exchange for the products demanded by the anons, before moving back to the middle of the camera drone's view and setting both on the edge of her desk, in clear view so the labels are visible.

"You're still pervs, though. Just want that on record."

And with that, she'll tear open the packet and begin popping the blueberries one by one, smug smirk staying plastered across those lips as slowly, the jacket starts to strain, those tits growing just a little larger with each one, the buttons straining a little more until finally the first one goes flying, followed soon after by a second and a third... by the time she's finished her snack, she's gained at least two full cup sizes, bust hanging heavily in her overstretched undershirt, jacket hanging loose about her shoulders and thoroughly lacking in buttons.

"And now..~ Now the main event, of course~"

She'll take the bottle of deep indigo inky soda and chug it in one clean go, the effects starting almost immediate, as her hair begins to bunch and bundle into a facsimile made of tentacles, outward pointed rather than the expected inward, dyed a matching dark blue at the tips but still blonde near the roots, as she loses a good half foot of height, her proportions becoming both more and less exaggerated. Rather than an Inkling, the lovely lady Lalonde has become an Octoling. Interesting.

[strangesolicitations]

6, 7, 23

>Rose gives the camera that trademark Lalonde Arched Eyebrow. The first and last do exactly nothing to her, given her natural state of "Both" and her not having any eggs to lay to begin with, but she does get a bit curvier, at least, and presumably more capable of being on the receiving end of a breeding.

[strangesolicitations]

How about three or so cans of extra creamy root beer?

>Rose reads this one with a soft sigh. "Of course you would, why would I expect any different..."

She'll amble over to the vending machine, and a few quarters in the slot later she's cracking open the first bottle and chugging it down, immediately starting to blush as she feels the effects settling in, her production increasing drastically, the cum itself getting thicker and stickier... and then she does it with two more bottles, huffing once she's finished, groaning softly as she reaches down to cup those noticeably heavier orbs...

[strangesolicitations]

It's not like they aren't gonna be fucking huge by the end of the month so let's start this off with a couple packages of Dez Honey Nuts

>Rose will read this with an adorable little whimper, the still-an-octoling making her way over to the vending machine and dropping in a few quarters, collecting her "prize"...

She'll slowly, reluctantly munch through the crunchy treats, those already plump softball size orbs wasting no time in swelling with a low, lewd gurgle, a camera drone providing a nice low angle to better show off how the four of them bloat larger and larger, to a nice round canteloupe size by the time they're finished, glowing merrily pink from within..~