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Patron's Prompt: Monster House P.3 (Beta Copy)
🕑 Added 2020-12-11 02:37:42 +0000 UTCCentorea’s belly hurt.
Her chest hurt, her flanks her, her hooves were sore. She felt sweaty, hot, gross, but more than that Centorea felt worried, and Centorea felt the pain in her belly.
And in blackness, each sensation pulled more strongly on her. Each bubble of anxiety popping another from the melting slime in her stomachs.
The weight seemed even greater here. It was as if Centorea were so heavy that she could hardly blink. Her arms felt like they were bags of flour, slowly shifting against her huge rolling sides. Her strong legs felt almost powerless and, despite being able to hear herself walking forward, Centorea could swear that she wasn’t moving at all.
It was her face, she realized, that felt the worst of it. Her cheeks felt huge, a bubbling burp rolling up her throat to loudly escape from her mouth. But Centorea couldn’t hear the burp, only feel her lips open, her fleshy cheeks inflate, the fat of her chin press into her ginormous breasts.
Slime rolled around in both of her stomachs, but in the darkness Cerea felt so huge that she couldn’t tell where one stomach ended and the other began. She could hardly move her hands, but what little she could reach just felt so massive, so stretched, and it all felt like it was her.
Centorea swallowed as another burble of slime rolled up her throat, forcing herself to feel it roll back down. She remembered the spear in her hands, and could suddenly feel it there. She remembered the floor against her hooves, and then could hear them striking the wood.
She tried to speak. “Mero?!” she heard someone shout from far, far away. “Mero, where are you?!”
Something else was buzzing inside of her ear. A slow, soft whisper that was almost as low as she was heavy. Centorea pushed it out, pushed herself onward.
And through the wall of black.
Centorea nearly tumbled as she came free, her legs striking one another in a confused step. She dropped her metal spear and flung her arm out, catching the handrail and stumbling to keep her balance.
Her belly heaved, several uncomfortable bubbles bursting in a harsh series of Glughs that made Centorea cough as acid churned inside of her stomach.
“Are you feeling okay?” she heard Rachnera ask.
Centorea was panting, leaning on the railing in the perfect center of a shining window. The whole world was cast into a soft blue as the moon shined through a light cloud, slowly moving across the dark night sky. The centaur’s large chest heaved, her stomach strained. Her hand squeezed the tight drum, willing it to calm itself down.
It didn’t. She could practically swear she could feel herself growing fatter, filling out the curve of her palm with her sweating gut.
“No,” she swallowed.
“Here, this might help.”
Before Centorea could ask, she felt Rachnera’s hand on her back. As quick as a knife, one of the spider’s ebony claws sliced through the reinforced strap of Centorea’s bra and the blonde’s breasts bounced free, immediately falling off the roof of her swollen stomach.
“R-Rachnera!!” Centorea panted. Her arm automatically crossed her breasts, holding them up and covering her exposure. She tried to look behind her but instead found the spider wasn’t behind her.
Rachnera looked almost comical, the obese spider-girl hanging from the roof of the building. Most of her black carapace blended into the black fog near the roof, but her pale obesity glowed in the moonlight, sweat dripping from her upside-down belly and breasts.
Rachnera’s chubby cheeks were flushed, looking nearly as red as her eyes. Her breasts were so fat that they nearly covered her mouth, sagging down along with her belly with an upside-down weight.
Centorea couldn’t even manage the anger she felt, instead thinking she must look just as pathetic.
“Feel better?” Rachnera asked, her heavy voice overburdened with the effort of just hanging.
Centorea’s ears twitched and her nostrils flared. But the restriction on her center didn’t feel quite so unbearable, and the tightness around her ribs had now all but vanished. “Yes,” she admitted. She bent over to retrieve her spear.
“Good,” Rachnera wheezed. “You… You were starting to look kind of fat.”
Centorea blew a lock of blonde hair out of her face. “We’ve no time for games.”
“If this is a game-Ughh… UUURRP,” Rachnera’s body vibrated, rolls of fat jiggling as she belched into a clawed hand. “I want my money back,” she lamely finished.
“Mero must be close,” the blonde moved forward. She passed from the first window, but the darkness here was not absolute. She could see some feet ahead of her, then another open glowed with the same blue moonlight.
She shifted her spear into her left hand, finding with some swollen frustration that she, too, had begun developing a belly roll. A pair of love handles had formed just beneath her ribs, though she’d been unaware due to her heavy-duty bra. Although it was a perfect fit for her spear handle, the knight wished she had her armor, even though with a tummy this big it would have done her no good.
Cerea didn’t want to think what her second stomach must now look like.
Using her right hand, the now nude blonde reached to the dark wall, not taking her eyes off of the long hallway ahead. Something told her that, the moment she did, something would rush down from the other end.
Her fingers skated along the surface, feeling the decaying plaster and dry wallpaper.
“You can’t see, can you?” Rachnera asked from above her shoulder.
Without looking back Centorea responded. “Not very well. Why?”
“Herbivore eyes… Duck.”
She said it so casually that Centorea almost didn’t comply. Not until she heard the gentle bubble of moving slime from only a few feet ahead. She dipped her head and felt something sail just past her shoulder, an invisible line that cast no shadow in the dark.
Even so, the webbing seemed to have a great strength as Rachnera grunted and, from nothing, a miniscule gazer was plucked out of darkness. The girl’s gray body suddenly shimmered, bubbling slime only a little bigger than a fist passing right before Centorea’s face before the little booby trap could form her eyes from the still-swirling slime.
Rachnera caught the girl’s torso just as the gazer’s center jewel opened, casting a terrible red glow that illuminated Rachnera’s teeth before they bit into the slime. The false-gazer gave a tiny, high-pitched shriek before a black claw bisected through the slime’s center and the body faded into a puddle of darkness that bubbled inside of Rachnera’s grip.
“Mmpphh…” Rachnera grunted, swallowing the first mouthful. “You know, I really don’t get why they taste so good.”
Centorea grimaced, looking away from the spider as black ichor dribbled up her face. “Have you ever tasted Suu?”
Rachnera snorted, a piggish sound through a large mouthful. “No. She’s much friendlier with you girls than me.”
Another bubble, another suppressed belch, another spike of pain in Centorea’s stomach. She couldn’t be sure what exactly was happening, but more and more she felt like her stomach acid were almost directly dissolving the slime. If it weren’t for Suu, Centorea would have still thought of slimes as a race of monsters to be exterminated.
She wished that Suu were here right now.
“She tastes like mint leaves,” she informed. “But I do not believe any of us have swallowed her…” she paused for a moment before adding, “intentionally.”
Centorea tried not to picture the gazer as she listened to Rachnera taking another mouthful, but she was hesitant to continue forward knowing what may lurk in the darkness.
“Am I good to move onwards?” she asked.
Rachnera groaned, sounding almost pleased. “Hmm? Oh, yeah. I don’t see any more marks. Mhmm… I don’t get why you taste like cherry.”
As if attempting to answer her, the slime let out a wet, trembling burble. It sounded terrified, but Rachnera only chuckled.
“Oh, sorry. Do you want some?” Rachnera asked.
Centorea glanced back to see the spider holding the dribbling darkness out towards her. It was like putty that overflowed her ebony claw while other spots glistened from Rachnera’s sagging fatness. It made Centorea wince. “No… thanks…”
“You sure? It almost helps settle your stomach. For a moment… Ugh…” Rachnera’s eyes blinked and her other hand went to her belly. “Ohh… Okay, no more upside down. Move forward.”
Centorea did so and the spider crawled along the ceiling, reaching the wall and then down to the bannister. With her large thorax unable to fit between the wall and the guardrail, Rachnera automatically adjusted herself to hover over the side with her legs perched on the floor and the wall. By the time she’d corrected, the girl was back to heavy breathing, silencing herself with another mouthful of slime.
“Are you alright to continue?” Cerea asked. “If you need to stay behind…”
Rachnera shook her head. “P-probably not,” she breathed into a husky smiled, “but you’re not much use… by yourself.”
Centorea bristled into a disapproving pout.
“Way I see it…” Rachnera leaned into her hand, licking at the remaining globs of slime.
She looked even fatter normal side up, all of her weight pulling her down. Her two front legs looked like an elephant’s thickness compared to her skinny other legs, pushing into one another as she followed behind Cerea with heavy steps. But the mouthful of slime seemed to do her some small ease.
“Gluhh,” she swallowed. “I can wait here, let your skinny butt get stuck, and then I’ll be too fat to help. Or I can come along, eat as much as I can, and hopefully get the two princesses out of here. And since you’re not eating…” Rachnera shrugged.
“I’d like to avoid it where I can…” Centorea replied. “I like my body as it is.”
She didn’t have to see Rachnera to know her deep chuckle was disbelieving. “It’s eat or be eaten, Honey. At least our stomachs can show we put in the effort.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” Centorea said, despite having the same thought as she was stuck inside of the gelatinous cube. “I’m sure there’s another way that doesn’t involve forcing ourselves to-”
Dunf
She was quieted by a dull thump, as soft as an exhale of pressure or maybe a closing door. It sounded like it had come from somewhere ahead.
“Did you hear that?” she asked.
Rachnera seemed too into her slime to pay the noise any mind. She straddled the railing, moving around Centorea’s side while puffing like a heated chimney. “Look, if you can’t eat any more than I get it.” Then she reached forward, poking Cerea’s love handle with a slime-covered claw. “But if you’re worrying about your figure-”
“Be silent,” Centorea replied softly, her brown ears flickering. The hallway was silent but she was on high alert.
Her reaction only seemed to embolden the fat spider. Rachnera leaned forward, reaching behind Centorea with one arm while the other cupped her stomach. She pinched in, sliding the hot mess from Cerea’s belly button up to her exposed areola. “You’ve already done enough damage, don’t you think? I’ve never seen a centaur waddling until-”
Centorea’s arm slapped the underside of Rachnera’s fleshy bicep. The spider’s claw flicked upward, scattering slime across Cerea’s breasts and up to her chin. “I told you to…!”
The centaur and the arachnid both stared at a large glob of slime on Centorea’s flesh as it changed from black to a soft, golden orange. The blonde’s pale noise danced, her tastebuds automatically beginning to salivate before her mind understood.
“What the hell…?” Rachnera breathed.
Cerea’s finger traced over her breast before she lifted the slime to her tongue. Packed as she was, Centorea’s stomach somehow found the strength to whine.
“It transformed,” she breathed on the orange globule. “It became carrot flavored.”
“B-because it touched you?” Rachnera swallowed. Her face was still wet with dark slime that Centorea now understood wasn’t black, it was a deep, bloody cherry.
“It’s turning into our favorite flavors…” Cerea looked back at her slime on her finger. “Almost as if it wants-”
BOOM
Rachnera and Cerea both reacted, the spider stepping out as Centorea lifted her spear. This noise was much louder than before. A boot slamming the ground, a fist pounding on the wall.
Centorea leaned back, readying her spear against the onset of darkness. She could see nothing from it besides the pale moon’s glow on an empty hallway.
Rachnera shifted behind her. “There’s a door. Past the next window, on our right,” the spider informed.
Centorea breathed for a few moments, the orange slime still clinging but now forgotten. After a lull of silence she breathed, “It could be Mero.”
“It could be a trap.”
Centorea moved forward. “We do not have the luxury of time. If it is a trap, then it is a trap we must spring it.”
Rachnera groaned. Something told Cerea that it wasn’t due to the slime.
“Just be ready,” she whispered as she passed by the window, still not looking away from the empty hallway.
She reached the door, switching her spear to her left hand. There would be no space to hold it against the door, so Centorea merely turned the handle and pushed inward.
She shut the door almost as fast, pulling it closed as soon as she heard the mixing of liquid on the other side.
“What was it?” Rachnera asked.
Centorea’s mind felt almost sluggish, only now registering that the liquid sound hadn’t been bubbles. It had been slashing rather than the slopping Glugh of slime. She opened the door a crack, peeking through.
A skylight shown down into the darkened room, leaving much of the sides in darkness. A large pillar sat in the room’s center, surrounded by what seemed to be some slowly churning water. Metal railings were erected around the edges of the pool in which the pillar stood.
“Mero?” Centorea whispered. She glanced back at the hallway, still watching with her spear.
“What do you see?” Rachnera asked.
“It… looks like a pool,” Center explained. “Water that’s revolving around a large pillar.”
“A pool? We’re on the second floor. Why would there be a-”
Centorea took a step back as the water began to churn quicker, bubbling into a loud splash before, leaping from the water and with an ear-splitting scream, Meroune Lorelei breached the surface. Her pink hair and brilliant sails sparkled in the moonlight, the golden hem of her outfit and silver chain on her neck were beautiful jewels that were immediately cast into the immense shadow of the giant gray shark followed only inches behind.
In slow motion, Centorea could see Mero spinning in midair, pink hair twirling around her glowing body. Her long flipper twisted back from the shark’s pointed snout as it lunged, rows of sharp teeth rushed forward at the mermaid’s tail.
“MERO!” Centorea slammed the door open as the mermaid hit the water backwards, her twirling momentum rushing her away from the edge. The shark was far less graceful, it’s forceful attack carrying to forward to bash into one of the metal handrails. The metal screeched beneath the shark’s weight, bending the support at the base before the beast crashed back into the waves.
“What the hell was that?!” Rachnera asked.
Cerea reached the edge of the water in only a moment, seeing the swirling pink form of her friend racing around the pillar in the water. The pool was a long tube of aqua-green glass reaching down past the room below. It was only about twenty feet across, but much of that space was taken up by the large pillar that stabbed straight through the center.
Not much space for the giant shark, but only a little better for the outpaced princess. Pink scales dashed through the water, juking backwards from the approaching shark. The room quivered as the creature hit the glass, making both Centorea and Rachnera wobble for balance.
A series of bubbles flooded to the top, bursting against the rocking waves of the tank.
“Mero! Mero, up here!!” Cerea shouted.
“She’s not going to hear you,” Rachnera replied. “We need something to draw her attention.” The spider moved quickly, gripping the dented poll and trying to pull it free. “We need to make noise through the water.”
Cerea only then remembered her spear. She looked to the central pillar, only a few feet away. The centaur reared back on her legs before thrusting forward, slamming the tip against the green pillar.
Metal met metal and the pillar tolled like a bell. An echoing ripple spread from the center, distorting the water. The wood beneath her hooves groaned as the blonde knight struck the pillar again, then again, trying not to think how it sounded like a large dinner gong.
“Rachnera, get ready!”
“With what?!” the spider asked, rapidly looking around the room. A carpet, a chair, even a desk and a bookshelf, it would have looked like a normal den were it not for the aquatic pool erected in its center.
“I don’t know! Your webbing!”
Rachnera swallowed, her face completely red. “It’s not like I can- hhrrrgh.” The skylight gleamed against Rachnera’s scarlet glare.
If the wood whined beneath Centorea’s hooves, it became thunder beneath the fatty Rachnera. Her spider legs stabbed the ground with enough force to pierce the wooden boards, her belly heaving as she reached the wall. Centorea thought for a moment that she’d bring the barrier down, but her front legs snapped to and the arachnid scurried up its length.
Centorea turned, bashing the pillar again and again while Rachnera perched on the ceiling above. Hearing the quick swishes of movement, Centorea looked to see Rachnera’s arms clinging to the ceiling while her legs danced, pulling webbing and twisting it around and round. She could hardly see Rachnera’s eyes over the swell of her white belly, divided into two thickening rolls.
There was an unnerving beauty to the spider’s action. Her legs moved faster than any seamstress could match, but something about her labored grunts told Centorea that Rachnera was pushing her limits.
“Is she coming yet?!” Rachnera hollered.
Centorea snapped back to the water. She could only see the slow coast of the ripples throbbing over the center. She began cantering towards the side, worriedly circling the pool and looking for anything. Pink, or gray.
There, a splash of color racing around the pillar, heading back upwards. Centorea shouted, waving her arm to try and make herself seen.
Then the knight saw the rushing shark trailing Meroune. Even closer than before, it looked ready for the sudden juke. It rushed from beneath her, faster and more powerful, and spun along with Mero as the mermaid made a dashing pirouette. Centorea yelped, hearing the impact of the shark hitting Mero even as the water became a hideous mask of white bubbles.
“Mero!!” Cerea shouted. She stood just above where the shark had first hit, the metal railing collapsed near her hooves. Her blue eyes desperately searched the settling foam before Mero’s pink head and white body exploded from the pool, carried upward in the mouth of the great gray shark.
Time stretched.
Long, pink frills of hair curled down from Mero’s head, her eyes shut and mouth open. One arm hung limp, the other dangling inside the mouth of the shark with much of her torso. Mero’s pink flipper seemed dinged, still gleaming with wetness even as jewels began to fade.
The water seemed to take an age to splash onto Centorea’s skin, heat impacting her center and washing over her shoulders. Someone was shouting, but it couldn’t have been Mero.
It might have been her.
Hardly aware that her arms were moving, hardly feeling the spear in her hand, Centorea screamed as she swung the weapon up and into the shark’s white belly as it’s leap carried it higher and higher, straight it and the princess into the waiting spider’s web.
Centorea couldn’t see the creature’s eyes, but she could hear the pain as her spear smacked against its side. It seemed to roar, something Centorea didn’t know the animal could even do, as Mero’s pink and white body was launched from the grip of its mouth.
Rachnera was moving, her black claws seizing the shark even as its trashing carried it into more web, and Mero tumbled down into the water with an unconscious splash.
Cerea was only a moment behind her, catapulting over the fallen railing. She felt the pain in her stomach’s redouble from the sudden movement and, the moment she breached the water, she could tell something was wrong with it. But Mero was so close, only inches away.
The centaur snatched her sinking white hand. Her equine legs screamed, kicking along with her other hand to bring her back to the surface.
She and Mero came through the top layer, the blonde woman coughing and spluttering for fresh air. Something was infecting her senses, making it feel as if the centaur were thinking through a layer of cotton and leaving her almost completely bare.
The water was too hot, her body hurt too much, her belly was pulsating as if the slime were trying desperately to escape. It was quickly becoming nauseating, but Centorea was functioning on a savior’s instincts.
She pulled Meroune to the edge, clamping onto the boards with one arm and hefting Mero over the railing with the other. The mermaid princess was surprisingly light, but that might just be because Centorea felt so heavy. So very, exhaustingly, heavy.
The slime had made her fat. It wasn’t that it affected her belly, nor her entire body, the slime had infected Centorea’s mind. She was sweating like a pig, billowing for breath like a cow, and about to fall over like a lazy, tired, and fattened horse.
Then a hand clamped onto her shoulder and Centorea looked up into six gleaming garnets over a wide, double-chinned grin. “Come on, Hero,” Rachnera snuffed. “Let’s get you out of there.”
Centorea swallowed, nearly sinking back into the water before she took Rachnera’s outstretched arm. The ebony claw felt firm on her aching forearm.
It was lucky that Rachnera had put on as much weight as she had, using every pound to first pull Centorea’s front hooves out from the much, allowing the centaur to use those to hike out her back.
When Centorea was finally free, she nearly collapsed. Instead, she waved Rachnera off, wobbling towards the pale pink mermaid that lay in a heap.
Meroune was dressed in absolute finery, by her own instance to be dressed for her part. A royal princess adorned in royal clothing, Mero was adorned by pink and gold fabrics. A two-piece outfit made specifically for mermaids, her divided dress let Mero’s pale tummy breathe while the hem flowed partway down her long pink tail.
Around Mero’s neck was a silver necklace, simple but dignifying, with an aquamarine jewel surrounded by two golden mermaids. The necklace’s sister jewel was placed inside of the silver princess tiara that still was perched on the crest of her head.
A burble of discomfort passed through Centorea’s stomach before the pink princess’s mouth slowly opened. She was breathing.
“Mero?” Rachnera moved forward. “Hey, Mero? It’s okay.”
Centorea let out a long, heavy breath. Rachnera bent over Mero as the little mermaid coughed, a giant vanilla doughnut eclipsing a small creamy princess. All of the sudden, Centorea was reminded of her nudity and her cheeks colored with shame. She gently raised a hand to cover her massive breasts, feeling the meat lifting off her swollen tummy as she blushed.
Behind her, Centorea heard a wet, thrashing sound. A deep rumble that sounded like an irrational growl.
She turned, still covering herself to glare at the suspended shark. Rachnera had done well, catching the huge beast and securing it with even more webs for good measure. Even it’s thrashing, while plucking different webs free, only pulled it into more. It slowly spun in a gentle circle until it’s white belly and pointy teeth were hidden by its gray body and aquamarine eyes.
Centorea blinked. She didn’t know much about sharks, but she knew for sure that sharks only have black eyes. They were colorblind, only able to tell the difference in light. Mero herself had told her about that, when she told Rachnera how the animal smelled blood from…
Centorea’s nose and brain finally communicated as her eyes saw the swirling orange water slowly overwriting the bright blue from where she had surfaced. The golden color of her favorite carrots spread like a toxin, changing the pool into bubbling wash of orange with bubbles of warm chocolate.
It was becoming thicker for her. Heavier, making a more intense sound than it had for Mero’s light appetite.
Glugh
Glugh
Glugh
Centorea stared at the pool of slime. Even as the light blue heat that clung to her skin slowly transformed into Centorea’s desire, Centorea watched droplets of aquatic blue dribble from the shark’s gray skin, plopping into her pool of orange.
It was looking at her, its eyes glimmering in the moonlight like aquamarine gems of Mero’s jewelry. Like the gem inside the tiara that Centorea had crushed outside the front porch.
“Mero?” Rachnera whispered. Then to Cerea she called back, “She’s alright. The shark must have hit her head or something, it doesn’t look like… Mero?!”
“Hoogh…” the mermaid shifted.
Rachnera had bent almost all the way to the floor, gently stroking Mero’s hair and body. She put a hand beneath her pink hair as she stirred, propping her up. “Hey, it’s okay. Open your eyes.”
The mermaid leaned back, taking slow, gracious breaths. She looked almost as if she were smiling.
“Mero?”
The mermaid princess opened her ruby red eyes, staring straight into Rachnera’s garnets with a sharp and mocking grin just before they spread even wider as the spear lodged itself through her forehead.
Centorea puffed, seeing the black ichor flowing away from the wound. “Gazer,” she and her belly both growled.
Mero’s shadow seemed to grow, but Centorea crushed it beneath a stamping hoof. Darkness flowed up both Rachnera’s hands, pointed slime racing towards her gaping eyes before Centorea flicked the spear and the avatar of slime was torn from Rachnera’s grip.
The slime burbled, twisting and contorting, fading from Mero’s pale pink into an ashy darkness. Slime flowed down Centorea’s spear, but another thrust made the avatar shudder, sliding wholly down towards Centorea’s outstretched hand.
She caught the slime as the pointed teeth opened and several eyes formed in the swirling darkness, shifting rubies inside of amber containers turning on Centorea before her fingers tore a chunk of gray slime from the gazer’s throat and thrust it into her mouth.
Sweet, chocolate covered carrots flowed down her tongue, coasting effortlessly into her fat tummy and filling Centorea, for the first time, with a vindictive sense of justice.
GLUGHLUGLUGH
The slime throbbed around Centorea, the gazer’s eyes burbling and bursting as an orange color spread from where her fist had made contact. The girl’s appearance was contorted, her the body fading and the face slowly dissolving into orange slime, but it managed only a scream before Centorea’s hand dug up through the chin and pulled another handful of slime.
Remembering Rachnera, Centorea laughed. A dark, husky chuckle so vindictive and fat that she might not have believed she was capable before saying, “One chance. And you waste it on a scream.”
The next bite, a chocolate explosion that filled the entirety of Cerea’s mouth, was especially tasty. She picked more and more slime off of her spear, watching as it tried again and again to form itself in different spots into different shapes.
It tried the gazer again, then again, and then tried to form Mero’s face from it’s shrinking orange supply. Cerea tore each of them apart, eating more and more. It didn’t feel taxing at all, hardly even a bother. The buildup in her belly almost felt lighter than it had before.
She licked another bubble burst of chocolate from her plump, pink lips. The slime was making a mess of her body, swelling her belly into a gut, her breasts into a pair of sacks covered with chocolate and orange slime. She felt filfthy, messy, sticky, but most of all, Centorea was hungry.
The slime was half-gone before Rachnera had found her feet, wobbling over to her like the fat woman she’d become. “That was… a gazer?” she asked.
The gazer’s face tried to reform inside of a pocket of chocolate. Centorea tore through it, lifting it up to her maw, and slurped the goo down her throat to join the quivering mass in her stomachs. “Mhmm,” she mumbled over a chew.
“Where’s Mero?”
Centorea exhaled. She turned herself around, back so that they were facing the pool of water and pointed at the fattened pink mermaid that dangled from the webs.
Mero wasn’t quite the size of Rachnera, but it had become quickly apparent that the shark wasn’t large because it was muscular.
Held upright by the webbing, Mero’s body looked like a sack of blubber that was desperate for escape. A large belly roll strained to fold over her navel, pinned back by the tightness of her bindings. Above that, Mero’s breasts were tightly bound by the web, nipples poking through tiny gaps through which her fat squeezed. Her mouth was bound too, all that showed was her quivering blue eyes and her nose.
Even her tail looked fat, stretched scales billowing out in a curve that made Mero look as solid as a statue, but one that jiggled with gluttony and with… Cerea swallowed, looking away as she realized that Mero’s weight was centralized on one, very specific, very sensitive point. A very tight web that was tied around her hips, beneath the swell of her stomach.
They could hear a low grown, though if it was Cerea’s hunger, Rachnera’s hunger, or Mero’s quivering lust, Centorea couldn’t be sure. But she couldn’t ignore the blue droplets plopping solidly from Mero’s nude body, nor her low, swinging motion.
“I-is she…” Rachnera watched.
“Cut her down,” Centorea ordered, snatching another bit of slime before it could solidly form into the gazer’s big eye.
“She looks like she’s enjoying it…”
“Mmmmph!” Mero’s body throbbed, her fat fin waggling helplessly in the air. She lifted herself slightly on the web, dropping back onto the weight near her groin. A glimmer of pink seemed to form in her eyes.
“I do not care if she is or is not enjoying it. Cut her down, now.”
Rachnera put a hand over her laugh, lightly laughing to herself as she moved for the wall.
Another piercing cry of ecstasy came from the bound princess, followed by a rumble from her belly that made the spider’s webs strain. The walls cracked in several places as Mero’s belly throbbed, pushing outwards several inches.
Centorea swallowed another mouthful of slime.
Mero must have been stuck like that for some time. Each time she tried to bite the gazer, she’d swallow a shark-sized mouthful of slime. And now that she’d returned to her normal form, the effect was becoming increasingly apparent.
“Get her down, Rachnera!” Cerea barked.
Rachnera frowned at her from her spot on the wall. “I’m trying!” she crossed her arms over her gut, glaring back at the blushing centaur. “It’s not that easy! If I cut one side, she’ll just swing to the other and crash into the wall.” Rachnera leaned a fleshy cheek onto one of her claws, miming the action and lifting into a smirk. “Though, if your trying to knock the building down, she might make a good wrecking ball.”
Mero whined again as her waistline swelled fatter. Several webs were pulled even more taught as she sank an inch from an additional twenty pounds in her ass, her hips and her waist now dwarfing her pinned chest.
It didn’t was clearly not entirely distressing, as pink little hearts danced inside of the pinned woman’s eyes. She even seemed to be rocking back and forth which, sadly, made Centorea even more confident that this was the real Mero.
Tragic heaven. What an absolute fool that this girl could be.
“J-just drop her into the pool!” Centorea stomped a hoof. She realized then that she only had about a quarter of her own slime to go, shrinking the mass more and more. She thrusted her spear again, bringing it closer as Rachnera chortled in her breathy, fat woman’s laugh.
It didn’t occur to Centorea that she’d eaten nearly twenty pounds of slime so far, slurping it down as easily and leisurely as a sow might from a trough, but her pudgy figure was quickly vanishing. She, too, was swelling, though she didn’t yet notice or feel the effect, her equine stomach now sagging almost down to her knees. The blubber on her backside pushed the cover up slightly, exposing more of her brown fur, but the true effect was on Centorea’s torso.
The blonde woman’s stomach now sagged inched over her cover, pinning it down over her own sensitive spot. The fabric was bunched up beneath the growing curve and her deepening navel, and the hole became ever tighter as her waist continued to swell.
Her breasts, her belly, her arms and her face, Centorea’s flesh was covered in layers of heavy, stuffed, heated fat, and it never even occurred to her that she was eating a blob of slime that had convincingly taken the size and shape of her friend.
That is, until Centorea finished her meal.
She was licking her lips, peeling the last of the slime off from her spear when the first bubble burst inside of her overweight belly. A hand with sausage covered fingers dropped onto the roof of her stomach as the glugh resounded from within, vibrating the woman and all of her fatness.
“Hooogh,” she breathed, feeling the acid burning inside of her. She was already dirty, covered with slime mixed with sweaty, but a renewed heat was increasing the sense of exertion. She breathed deeply, feeling her double chin rolling over her chest, her neck vanished somewhere beneath all of her weight. “Hooogh… I think I’ve ate too much,” she said to nobody.
She received an answer of hedonistic pleasure from Mero, rocking back and forth in her bindings even though she had appeared to practically double in size. She looked like a tube of strawberry frosting being squeezed by a fishnet, where even her small breasts might look huge if they weren’t so clearly outshined by the size of her belly. Mero’s pinned arm was squeezing her gut, her face completely covered with a luscious pink blush, her nostrils flaring as her weight brought her so close to the edge.
Centorea swallowed her own swelling feeling, forcing herself to again look away as Mero’s lusting groan peeked with a snap of webbing, a chuckle from Rachnera, and a scream as hundred of pounds tumbled free and back into the heavy, orange pool.
Mero came up a few seconds later, sticky with slime and her mouth full of chocolate. “Mhmmm! Goodness, Centorea! This taste is lovely!”
Cerea blushed, then panted, then groaned. Her belly felt very mad at her all of the sudden.
“I believe I still prefer mine,” Mero giggled, her nude belly slapping against the wood as she lifted herself out of the slime pit. Even as she did Centorea could see the slime changing, slowly coloring into a lighter blue.
Mero struggled, trying and failing to lift her belly roll clear, before finally managing to lift herself over and plopping onto the wooden deck. Her thick flipper, which now looked pathetic next to how fat her tail was, slapped into the wet slime. She was panting, laying on her back. The world’s biggest catch.
“W-would you like to try it?” she offered up a hammy arm covered in light blue slime. “It’s cotton… cotton candy…”
