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Slime Inflation - Part 1
🕑 Added 2021-06-21 21:06:25 +0000 UTCYeah, sorry for the long silence. Work has kicked my ass this month. I hope this longer-than-normal post makes up for it.
I decided to do a new story just to get myself back into the swing of things. I definitely plan to return to the Milk Farm, but after I've figured out a fun and interesting direction to take it. And we'll hold a new Patreon vote soon, too.
In the meantime, enjoy!
In many ways, it was a standard dungeon crawl. The first room had a troop of goblins which the trio of adventurers dispersed handily. Then they cut a path through a corridor of giant spiders, a cavern full of animated skeletons, and then a temple full of imps.
But after that, things became… strange. First the bard stepped on a paved stone that triggered a poison dart to fly out of the wall. At least, the adventurers assumed it was poison. It was always poison, so the bard chanted an incantation of cleansing and they continued on their merry way.
Several moments later, the bard stumped, shouted, and then practically erupted through his tunic. His skin turned green, his body grew tall and rotund, and tusks grew out from beneath an obvious underbite. A few moments later, the new orc looked down at his immense belly and hairy physique and ran off screaming for the dungeon’s entrance.
Next went the rogue, who somehow fell prey to a Minotaur’s lust spell. The paladin could still hear the two of them making extremely loud love to each other several corridors back.
That left Paladin Giancarlo Brightshield to continue onward into the heart of evil to slay the giant and return the Gem of Tranquility, saving the land from certain doom. Without his fellow adventurers, Giancarlo admitted that his quest will be far more difficult, but his zeal prevented him from admitting defeat so long as he could still draw breath.
Which became very difficult after he stumbled headlong into a nearly transparent slime.
Although strong, Giancarlo could only manage to swim to the edge of the slime for a few breaths before the slime surged forward and submerged him entirely. Without air to summon his battle blade or petition his god for assistance, Paladin Brightshield closed his eyes and prayed for a mercifully quick death.
But it didn’t come. Instead, he felt the slime make its way deep into his lungs, replacing his need for live-giving oxygen with its own strange sustenance, somehow soothing his lungs even as they ached for air. Then the slime's internal flow changed directions, forcing open the paladin's mouth and surging down his throat and into his gullet.
The sensation of drowning returned and Giancarlo thrashed frantically, desperate to break free, but to no avail. The Slime had him in its grip and it wasn't about to let go until it had completed its dark task.
Another surge, and Giancarlo felt the uncomfortable sensation of somehow being filled by the disgusting entity. Slime filled his belly, causing it to bulge and strain against his breastplate. Another surge and it felt to him like he was about to burst, the leather straps painfully cutting into his flesh almost like they were desperately trying to keep him from exploding.
But it wasn’t Giancarlo that was in danger of exploding. He convulsed as the flow seemed to become blocked, his every pore crevice filled with the creature’s essence, but then somehow his belly grew to accommodate yet more. The armor covering his chest bent as his shape grew too large to be contained, then detached from his torso with a muffled clang.
Giancarlo peered down to see what had become of his holy armor and was horrified to see it slowly floating several inches away from his comically bowed-out gut, the edges of the ornate plate dissolving into tiny bubbles. The paladin thrashed again, but another surge halted his movements and brought forth several more inches to his growing circumference.
The paladin’s gut had grown so large he could see his tunic rise up and over the crest of his stomach, the edges fraying as they too began to dissolve in the slime. Then he noticed something truly bizarre--the tension that had suffused his stomach dissipated as the stretched dome of his middle seemed to wobble, then sag, then change shape entirely, taking on the appearance of a body that had only known corpulence its entire life.
It wasn’t just in his middle. Giancarlo felt the armor straps of his legs and arms begin to painfully carve into his softening and widening body, only to suddenly stop as pieces of his armor suit came loose. A pauldron floated past his gaze and Giancarlo stared in despair as he watched the armor slowly dissolve.
Another surge and the straps holding his greaves gave way with a pop, then his sabatons, then his vambraces. His tunic now revealed more belly than not, the paladin’s undergarments tearing as they dissolved around his inflating body. He could feel the straps of his helmet digging into a descending chin before it too came undone, but his helmet remained wedged thanks to his now overabundant cheeks.
As the paladin’s gauntlets ruptured from his expanding hands, Giancarlo felt a change in the slime’s current. A steady influx of slime continued to pour into his gullet and expand his body to proportions he’d only ever seen in the most decadent of royalty, but now the slime’s attention was split between his mouth and lower extremities.
He was too large to see over his own stomach, but Giancarlo could tell his loincloth had long since surrendered to his advancing waistline and had likely already dissolved inside the slime. What felt like a small whirlpool settled over the paladin’s genitals, lifting his manhood straight out and caressing it into a strong and powerful erection. Then the whirlpool’s end traveled down the length of Giancarlo’s rod until it centered just on the tip of his dick before a surge opened his urethra like a morning piss after a night of drinking. Only this time, the liquid was pouring in instead of out.
Of all the strange sensations Giancarlo had experienced over the past few minutes, this was easily the strangest. He had rarely experienced the pleasures of the flesh--his religious upbringing forbade such things--but the few times he had left him ill-prepared for the sensual assault the slime inflicted upon him.
There was a tightness to his hardon--worse than anything he’d ever experienced after a night of revelry. A tightness that not only wracked his turgid manhood but also further inside, as though the slime were burrowing itself deep into the paladin’s most sacred plumbing. It suffused him from cock to balls to depths Giancarlo didn’t even have words for. And in equal measure, he felt an undeniable and building pleasure that had been absent from the slime’s constant oral assault.
This time, Giancarlo’s periodic thrash wasn’t about escape--it was the random throws of a building passion. Stabs of pain mixed centered around his groin told him that the slime had infiltrated him fully, but the mixed sensation of the whirlpool surrounding his shaft and the quill-point insertion up it were beyond his comprehension.
And just like every other part of his anatomy, which continued to swell steadily past the few ripped shreds of his undergarments remaining, Giancarlo simply knew his manhood now swelled far further than it ever had in the early hours of the morning. Worse, he could tell from the way his balls were pushing up against his expanded inner thighs that they too had swollen to an alarming size.
So preoccupied by the slime’s fattening assault, Giancarlo failed to even notice that the blob of green goo that encircled him was slowly growing smaller and smaller even as he grew bigger and bigger. Right about the same time as the paladin shed the last remnants of his garments did he suddenly feel his enlarged feet touch the cold stone of the dungeon. It was a shock, but not as shocking as suddenly feeling his vastly increased weight for the first time.
The slime still covered most of him, but Giancarlo’s now trunk-sized ankles were exposed just below the knee, with more of his corpulent form feeling the cool caress of air for the first time every second. It finally occurred to the paladin where all that gooey mass was disappearing into. With the slime small enough now to relinquish Giancarlo’s arms, he tried desperately to force the creature off his face to keep it from pouring more of itself down his throat, but to no avail. His ham-fisted attempts merely slipped through and around the gooey creature.
Now standing on his own two feet, Giancarlo struggled to stay upright supporting both his own bulk and what remained of the slime. He wobbled unsteadily, jiggling arms flailing for balance as often as they tried to dislodge the slime. Finally he fell over backward, his mass causing a small earthquake in the vicinity and part of the slime to detach with a wet splat.
It was enough for Giancarlo to take his first gulp of air in some minutes, but the slime quickly gathered itself for one final push. Rather than spherically shaped, the slime formed a U-shaped bridge between the paladin’s gasping mouth and his immense genitals, pouring into both orifices faster than ever. Giancarlo felt his backside spread across the icy stone floor soon followed by his testicles which had grown so large their own mass was spreading the paladin eagle.
With an almost playful slurp, the last of the slime broke into two halves and slipped inside the now prone and immense paladin. It took Giancarlo a moment to remember to breathe, and when he finally did he found he needed giant inhalations to fill his massive chest. He coughed several times, splattering a few green flecks on his mouth and triple chin, then looked down and what had become of him.
He was enormous, his naked belly rising high in the air and almost as far as his eyes could see to either side. Below it, he could see nothing, but he could feel the slime’s effects on his cock and balls, which rested heavily in his lap.
And the weight--it was everywhere, every part of him, holding him down almost as surely as dungeon manacles. He tried to rise up even slightly but found there to be too much mass to even let his shoulders rise off the ground.
It took some time, but Giancarlo eventually discovered his only hope of ascending upright was to rock his elephantine body back and forth, eventually his bulk gaining enough momentum to roll him onto his side, and then his front. With his own stomach serving as a ramp, Giancarlo managed to get his knees beneath him, and with a heave that summoned more strength than the time he fought a fierce dragon, the paladin rose.
