Undertaker33
patreon
[$10] NSFW Patrons' Prompt: Monster House P.4
🕑 Added 2021-10-24 06:05:34 +0000 UTC“Hey, Mero?”
“Hmm?” came the reply.
“If you take another bite of that slime, we are leaving you here.”
“Hmm…” Meroune might have said something more, had her mouth not been full of candy-colored slime.
Rachnera turned back to Centorea, letting out her own dogged breath. “How’s it going?” she asked.
Centorea looked up, her blue eyes narrow, her lips folded into a spectacular frown. “You can see, can you not?” Her fingers, now awkwardly plump, had been fumbling with her cover for the last ten minutes. If only tying it together had been as easy as bursting it off…
The blonde knight was now completely exposed, all of her flesh now highlighted obesity. Light blubber that shined in this humid room, illuminated by the light of the round, pale moon. She wasn’t pudgy, or soft, or even simply obese. Centorea’s arms were wider than her waist once had been, her waist now almost like a blob of white dough with two shapely breasts jiggling through every breath. And, while her first stomach had avoided truly folding over itself to form an immense fat roll, her love handles were as deep as they were heavy.
Her breasts felt sore, her stomach was bloated, and the fleshy feeling of her cheeks and her chin were bothering her to an exceptional degree, but these annoyances were as small as she was now fat compared to her damned fatty fingers. They looked as if she’d never carried a weapon, biting straight into the knight’s pride.
If she were human, Centorea might look nearly six-hundred pounds. But Centorea was a centaur, and knew that her weight was much, much worse.
Her equine features were in disarray. If she were a horse, she’d likely be unable to move with the sag in her second stomach reaching as low as it did. Her legs, which should be thin and muscular, were large and obtuse, making it hard to even bend them correctly. Centorea’s flanks were wide, her ass was immense, and she felt as if she were constantly seconds from tipping over.
And still, she forced herself to endure another bite of carrot-nirvana, calming her senses of the audible burbling that came from inside.
The slime was mixing, churning, and resisting her body. It was irritating, but it was futile, somehow making the digestion come quicker and giving Centorea’s body the power to convert it into more weight. More burdensome fat.
How very exciting.
She wasn’t the worst of them, not by a long shot. Centorea was able to walk after all, unlike Meroune, whose body was becoming so big that she was losing control of her flipper. There was too much to heft, too much weight for the Princess to bend. The pink jewels of her scales glimmered against the candy-glow of her personalized slime from where she sat at the edge of the pool, her immense stomach now folded in two nearest her navel.
Even as she watched, she could see Meroune becoming fatter still, the bulges in her flesh sloshing like the churning of a fatty container. She looked almost like a pink waterbed, the littlest of movements causing a liquid swirl to emanate from her stomach before she leaned back on her own fat-covered hands and released a loud, “Uuurrrrp.”
“Classy,” Rachnera said.
“It’s not my fault…” Mero blushed, leaning forward so her bellyroll pinched. A hideous whine shook her body, the slime inside making her slosh and burble. “My tummy’s upset…”
Out of the corner of her eye, Centorea noticed Mero’s sight shift, turning towards her and Rachnera before quietly dunking her flipper back into the pool. Clearly, she thought neither was watching.
“If I stop eating, it starts to hurt…”
“Well, let it hurt!” Rachnera frowned, looking over Centorea’s work before sighing and shaking her head. “You’ve got to let yourself digest a little, Princess. If you keep… Hey!”
Rachnera moved quickly for a fat spider, which was a lot faster than the much fatter mermaid. Meroune was stretching her plush arms to try and reach the slime she’d scooped with her tail, straining to reach past the blubber in her belly, but screamed when Rachnera reached her and seized the mermaid with her ebony claws.
“Let go!” she shouted, flipper slapping the slime and causing a splash before Rachnera got her arms beneath Mero’s biceps. For a moment, it looked like the mermaid might try to fling them both into the pit, but Rachnera’s legs stabbed into the wood and the woman was able to use her own considerable heft to drag the princess away from her prize.
When dropped, the mermaid collapsed onto her back, her stomach wobbling tightly in the open air. Her hands went to her bloated hardship, her fattened face set in a terrible grimace as she moaned and groaned before releasing another wet belch.
“Get ahold of yourself!” the arachne folded her claws onto her hips, squishing the flab that now overflowed the black carapace. Her front legs, which were the most humanoid of her total ten and were far thicker and fatter than any of the others, lifted from the ground to show her full weight. “You’re not the only one having problems, okay?!”
Rachnera’s body was the oddest sight of the trio, with her human-qualities overcome with an exceptional amount of heavyweight padding. Her carapiece had hardly allowed for any change to her thorax or her eight rear legs, making Rachnera look like a very fat woman had partially been merged with an immense spider. Her belly was smaller than Mero, her breasts smaller than Centorea, but she was still the overall largest… even if she was clearly no longer the heaviest.
“Rachnera’s correct,” Centorea grunted, taking another nibble of slime to calm the volcano inside both of her stomachs. “We are all belayed inside of our own bodies…” she paused, grunting as her unwieldy fingers once more fumbled between her tarp and the webbing. “And we’ve all outgrown all of our clothing. ”
A moment of quiet would have passed between the three girls had it not been filled by the ever-present glugh, glugh, glugh, emanating from the slime pit, as well as both Centorea and Mero.
“Mmgggghhh,” Mero slowly rolled from side to side, holding her stomach in clear discomfort. “I can feelit,” she complained. “I’m burning alive.”
“If you keep eating, you’ll only get fatter, and it’ll get worse,” Rachnera stood over her with a dispassionate frown. “You’ve got to let it pass. Or we’ll end up having to roll you out of here.”
“Roll me,” Mero gasped, shutting her eyes tight as another visible burble shook her gelatinous skin. “I don’t care. Just let me eat.”
Sighing heavily, Rachnera called back to Centorea, “Do you want me to do it?”
“No, I have it under control,” Centorea waved her off, moving onto the final section of what had once been her cover.
The centaur didn’t feel very in control, but it was this that mandated her drive to complete the bothersome task. Her sausage-fingers floundered with her blanket and the webbing they’d used to string up Mero, tying them together to form a stronger, wider, and sturdier apparatus. They’d need something flexible but durable to hold Mero’s weight, which, like Centorea’s, was rising by the minute.
“Almost finished,” she reported.
Rachnera grumbled quietly, rubbing at her face. “Wish we just had some water. Mero’s right. Feels like I’m burning alive.”
“Y-you…” Mero tried to start, angry for a moment before the bloat burbled through her again and her eyes crossed to release a gluttonous moan. Her stomach jiggled, bounced, and extended another inch up into the air. Wide stretchmarks glowed pink against her pale skin, making it clear that she was soaking in sweat.
Pointedly, Centorea said, “It’s energy.”
“What’s that?”
Centorea’s blonde brow furrowed as she again dropped the webbing and lost her place on the blanket. She peeled it away, starting two inches back, but continued to talk. “The heat. It’s energy. Whenever the body does anything, such as working out, it is expending energy, which becomes heat. Our bodies are growing at such a rapid pace that we must be burning through an exceptional amount of energy.”
Another grumble, another tight tension in her gut, another bite of chocolatey carrot-flavored slime, and Centorea’s senses lied to her mind as if she’d achieved a fatty’s patadise.
“Is that really it? Our bodies are just… burning energy?” the arachne asked, hands pinching her nude breasts together and letting them drop to slap on her belly.
“I suspect,” Centorea said. “Mind you, I’ve never gained…” she looked at herself, “around four hundred pounds in an hour before.”
Rachnera huffed, then the breath came out as a husky belly laugh. “Neither have I,” she said. “Let’s try not to make a habit of it.”
“Somehow, I don’t feel like that’s quite up to us.”
“Urrrrggghhh,” Mero panted from the ground, gasping for breath. She rolled, her body sounding almost like a tube of custard as all of her weight churned and slapped together before she came up on her belly. “A-and why… do you… get to…”
“Because I’m currently laboring on completing a task,” Centorea rolled her eyes, quite fed up with the overweight royal. She took another small bite of slime and could almostfeel how angry her stomachs were with her mouth, but the heady sensation of the most wonderful flavor suggested that be a problem for later. Now, there was carrots to eat…
Oh, and work to be done.
“Yeah. If both of you were just laying on your asses, it’d be just me,” Rachnera shrugged. “And I can’t carry either of you by myself.”
Mero just groaned, flipping once more to her back. She put both of her hands over her mouth, exposing the blubber of her biceps and how it smothered her armpits, and how her skin was shiny with exertion and sweat. Another bubbling jostle jiggled throughout her fat body, but Meroune held her hands firm, stifling the powerful demand that she burp.
The slime inside Mero was not pleased with her silence, transforming the need for release into an explosive, “HIC!”
“Oh, good. She gave herself hiccups.”
“HIC! HIC!”
“Do you think if I tied her upside down…?”
“Leave her, Rachnera.”
“It’s like watching someone in withdrawal,” Rachnera mumbled. She leaned down, placing a hand upon Mero’s belly and eliciting a horrible ‘Grrroooooouuuggghhllllgggggghhh…’ from the Princess’ gut.
“Ooouuugggghhhh…” Mero’s cheeks puffed and her eyes widened before another trembling “HIC!”rocked her frame. “I liked this more when I was tied up.”
“You and me both. You had webbing over your mouth.”
“HIC!”
“Got it!”
The two turned to the centaur, who flicked the edge of the blanket and sent a ripple throughout. The black sheet had been overlayed with Rachnera’s webbing, a white outline as well as a crisscross pattern throughout.
It was sloppy, but it should work.
“Alright,” Rachnera huffed. “Finally, some good news.”
“HIC!”
“Careful of the webbing. If it touches for too long, it’ll get tangled.”
“I understand that,” Centorea replied. She placed the end of the blanket upon the wooden floor, then went to the other side to pull the cover wide. When she finished, she brushed a long strand of her blonde hair back behind her ear, looking over her work.
Rachnera approached her from the side, entering Centorea’s view belly first. “Nice job,” she said approvingly. “How are you feeling?”
Centorea frowned, looked down at herself, and lifted a finger up the crevasse of cleavage from her breasts. It came up with a dollop of carroty-slime, a large bubble of purest chocolate gushing inside.
“Wonderful,” she said with a dead tone, her tastebuds clamoring while her tummy vibrated in absolute terror, and the centaur sucked down what she hopped would be her last bite of slime.
Rachnera seemed to miss the moment, stroking her smooth chin while looking at the tarp. “Hmm. A thought occurs…”
Centorea held the slime in her mouth, brown ears twitching in pleasant indulgence. She had to fight with herself not to swallow the small bite, mixing it between her teeth and her tongue until it covered each inch.
All the while, the girl was unaware as her stomach gurgled and glonked, descending another inch so that it now reached her legs. Centorea missed the sensation of her skin sliding over itself, the mixing pop of the slime causing the slightest of vibrations to tremble her body, but it wouldn’t be long until she realized the significance of vibrating pressure on such a… sensitive area.
“How are we supposed to get her onto the cover?” Rachnera asked.
Centorea stopped groaning. Her neck rolled down to look at the cover, her thick double chin now a permanent feature. Still holding the slime on her tongue, she looked from the cover to Mero, who was still hiccupping on the floor and winging in pain, trying to hold in a stomach she could now barely reach.
The centaur’s tail flicked, her belly groaned, and she swallowed.
“We’ll have to roll her,” she said quietly.
Mero’s blue eyes shot open wide, snapping towards the pair before peeking down towards herself. Her hands cupped her nudity, as if only now realizing the true scope of her body, her useless flipper slapping against the floor while her thickened tail seemed barely able to bend.
“T-that’s HIC!” Mero blinked, grimacing and folding into her body. “That’s not…” She looked as if she were trying to bend at the waist, her massive belly roll quavering as she tried and failed to sit up before collapsing backwards, sweaty and tired and still growing fatter.
“Come on,” Centorea grunted to Rachnera, hooves stomping against the wood as she approached Mero. “Sooner we get her up, the sooner we can get going.”
Rachnera sighed, shaking her head but following Centorea, while Mero’s face grew as pink as her hair.
“Y-you don’t need to, really. I’m-”
Centorea lifted a leg and, very gently, placed it against Mero’s belly.
“Grrroooooouuuggghhllllgggggghhh,” groaned both the mermaid and her stomach before another “HIC!!” belted through, her body visibly swelling as it wobbled back to a halt.
Rachnera frowned, standing next to Centorea with her arms crossed beneath her chest. “This is going to be… unpleasant, Princess.”
Meroune whined low and husky, her throat vibrating as the purr trembled out. She squinched her eyes shut. “I-it’s okay. You can just leave me and then-”
With a final look at one another, Centorea and Rachnera leaned down and lifted their hands into Mero’s fleshy torso.
From the lower angle near the mermaid’s waist, they could feel the burbling slime mixing inside of her. Wet and heavy but increasingly solid. Faint pink ghosts had left stretchmarks in numerous locations atop of her skin, the sweat and the fat spilling over each of their fingers while they lifted back and Meroune toppled over onto her side.
The girl’s hair spilled over her face, obscuring it from view as she was pushed over onto her belly. Centorea thought she’d have shouted or protested more, but their next flip brought Mero once more onto her back, and revealed that she’d turned completely red, huffing and puffing and straining to breath.
“T-too much,” she muttered, “Too much. Too much.”
“We’ve got to keep going,” Rachnera said, leaning down once more.
Centorea paused, frowning down and feeling terrible. “It’s the pressure,” she said. “She looks like she’s going to pop.”
“She’ll be fine,” Rachnera grunted. “Come on, it’s only a few more. Then we’ll have her there.”
Meroune shook her head. “Won’t. Won’t be… Oooooogggghhhhh.”
Her body trembled and quivered, belly flattening against the pink scales. Her hips were huge, wide and heavy, and still she was growing, blushing and bloating and swelling and swelling.
“Should we give her another bite?” Rachnera asked.
“I don’t think we can,” Centorea remarked. “What if she doesn’t fit out the door?”
“I’ll fit. I’ll fit, I promise. More. Please.”
Rachnera looked at Centorea, eyebrow perked, obviously differing to the centaur’s direction.
She had to think for a moment before an idea came. “Meroune? We’ve got to roll you just a bit further, okay?”
“No…” Mero’s big blue eyes finally opened, but they shut just as quick, leaning back against the floor while still puffing for air.
“Once we get you out into the hall, we’ll give you as much to eat as you want. Okay?”
Almost as if her belly was aware of the offered prospect, it squelched in a noise that could only be horror. But Meroune’s blue eyes opened, glazed over as she stared up at the ceiling. “C-cotton… candy?” she asked, licking her lips.
Another uncomfortable glance shared between the two others. “Sure. But we’ve got to get you outside first, okay?”
Meroune’s far-away eyes blinked and, slowly, she began to nod before they instantly sharpened and turned towards Centorea, a huge red pout filling out her fatty cheeks. “Promise,” she demanded. “As much as I want.”
“As much as you want,” Centorea nodded. “Promise.”
They stared at one another for a few moments before Meroune gently nodded. “Okay… I think I can… Yes, I’ll be okay…”
“Alright,” Centorea leaned down and Rachnera followed, cupping her fleshy side where her back fat pinched inwards. “Ready?”
Mouth closed, eyes shut, what little muscle the mermaid had seemed to tense completely and she rapidly nodded.
They lifted.
Meroune rolled, belly gurgling in irritation and infuriation, but her mouth was quiet. Another push and Mero’s fat slapped onto her back, pink hair messily covering her flushed, sweat-covered face, but she remained silent.
They had to strain to lift her the next time, each of them feeling the burn in their arms and the ache on their muscles. Meroune was heavy, but they worked without complaint. Mero’s tummy was loud enough for all of them.
Glugh, glugh, glugh.
GLUGH.
Centorea faltered, nearly dropping Mero as her own stomach pinched near her new love handles, but she gripped the Princess and lifted, pushing her over before gripping herself.
The bliss was fading. The pain was coming. They needed to work quicker, or else she might be unable to help.
Another, then another, then another still, until finally Meroune was pushed over onto the blanket. They pushed her again, and the webbing clung to the rich cream of her skin, lifting the cover to roll over Mero.
They continued, as if they were rolling the Princess into a blanket for sleep, hiding her nudity but unable to conceal a single pound of her weight. It clung to her skin, tucked into her rolls, and Meroune’s arms were pinned to her sides when they finally had her fully wrapped up.
“Alright,” Centorea wiped the sweat off her brow, her unconscious hand reaching down to cup her overweight tummy. Then she looked down, finally seeing how much of her there really was, her fat face folding in irritation as she could only just reach past her deep belly button. She felt her tail flick, her hoof stamp, but banished the anger before it could really take hold. “We need to keep moving. Rachnera, grab your end.”
The spider obliged, moving to Mero’s tail. Near her unwrapped flipper, a long line of webbing had been secured to the blanket, completing the loop like the tarp of a tent. Rachnera hoisted the line, pulling it tight to pinch around the pink flipper before lifting it to tie around her waist.
Centorea did the same, ensuring that Mero’s head and shoulders would remain free of the tarp, and pinched it tight around the Princess’ breasts and her biceps. Then she lifted the wire, securing it around her waist and using her love handles as an anchor point.
Finally, taking her lance from the ground, she asked Rachnera, “Ready?”
The woman nodded.
Together, they took two steps away from each other and, straining lightly, felt the lines pinch into their stomachs as Meroune’s body was gently lifted up from the ground.
“Ooooghh… this feels weird,” Meroune groaned.
“Tell me about it…” Centorea covered her mouth, stiffing a hot belch as her stomach rebelled against the constricting webbing like a too tight waistbelt. “Come on, Rachnera. Let’s go and find Miia.”
“I hope she can walk,” Rachnera grunted, hands holding the line even with it tied to her waist. “I don’t think we can handle another.”
Centorea moved towards the door, feet feeling heavy and legs feeling weird. Her stomach stroked herself and, very slowly, it dawned on her that she could feel her belly rubbing up to her groin.
She swallowed, felt herself tremble and the slime jumble through her, and a hand slowly reached down to try and reach to the area, unable to reach past her own weight. But with the attention she gave, Centorea was able to feel the slightest sensation of the hairs of her sex rubbing against her stomach, more and more sure that she could feel the pressure rubbing into her crease, and the wet drips of her sweat.
She bit her lip, trying to focus her attention, but now that she was aware the feeling was growing. Warmer, more scandalous, the hairs on her neck stiffened, and then Centorea saw her breasts. A tremble shook through Centorea that had nothing to do with the slime, her steps faltering as the tips of her breasts hardened.
She was getting turned on. Her stomach burbled, wobbled, and pressed up to her lips, and Centorea realized that she was effectively playing with herself in the most heinous way.
“Are you okay?” Rachnera asked. “You’re shaking.”
“Fine,” Centorea trembled, trying to fight down the sense of desire that was mounting over all others. The tiny pangs of pain, the wonderful bites of her belly, the sloshy mixing of her legs bumping herself forward and fat swinging back. Impact, impact, up and down, mixing. “It’s… I just ate too much. That’s all,” she lied.
She got to the door, face pink, nipples hard, sweating more and more heavily as she reached closer and closer into her mixing desires. Centorea lifted a hand to her hair, undoing her ponytail and letting the blonde hair fall over her shoulders, hoping to hide the trembling but only making herself that much more aware.
If not for her lance, Centorea might have walked straight into the door. Instead, she stabbed it without seeing, and all other sensations returned with an explosive GLUGH!
Centorea bristled, an irritated snort shooting out of her nose before she lifted back on her hind legs and came down with a ferocious “HYAH!”
The lance slammed into the door near the handle with over a thousand pounds falling behind it.
It smashed free, swinging out into the hall to clap against the exterior wall. When it swung back, one of the hinges had broken free, and the door thudded with a sad noise against the frame before the other hinge gave way and it fell down to the floor.
“Come on,” Centorea grunted, hefting Meroune tighter and pulling the pair out into the hall, over the door.
She turned back, watching Meroune’s sides as they attempted to clear the doorframe. They failed to, but only just barely. With another tug and a princessly gasp, Centorea pulled the plump mermaid through, with Rachnera shortly following behind.
“W-what about-” Meroune started, looking down towards the room and the slime pit behind.
“No,” Centorea said. “Let’s go, Rachnera.”
Meroune balked. Her cheeks flushed and her voice quavered in low, fatty appeal. “B-but you said I could-”
“I lied,” Centorea said flatly.
“Oh…”
From the rear, she heard Rachnera purr, “You’re welcome to go back for it if you like. But I don’t think that’s really up to you anymore.”
There was silence in the hall, the only noise coming from the two girls’ loud steps and Centorea’s furious stomachs, the sloshing overwhelming her with its warmth and its weight mashed up to her sex.
Finally, Meroune sighed. “I understand why Ariel gave her voice for some legs...”
Rachnera laughed, a husky and throaty voice which bounced off the walls. “The not-so-little mermaid,” she breathed, which in turn earned a snort from Centorea.
The blonde turned over her side, seeing Mero swaying between them, blushing and pink and completely helpless inside her cocoon.
“Tragic, isn’t it?” she asked.
Mero looked up and their blue eyes met, before Mero looked back down at herself. Slowly, her mouth spread into a rueful smile. “I suppose that it is…”
Comments
Soddy12
Gosh. How you can marry the high stakes of a survival horror scenario with sexy fetish literature and cute characters is beyond me.
Undertaker
No lmao but that's fantastic
PhantomAppear
You didn't do it intentionally?
Undertaker
Omg bwahahahaha
PhantomAppear
Did they turn Mero into a giant sushi roll?
