Happypal commissioned me to write this story, and I enjoyed it so much I used a patreon reward to have the character drawn
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Series: Original
Characters: Miquella (OC)
Contains: Weight gain, slime inflation
Commission
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“I am the elf Miquella! Explorer of the frontier, huntress of the eastern forest, and I…am so lost…” I murmured to myself. I thought it would be a great pick-me-up, but I was still lost. “I’m an elf, I’m supposed to have a good idea of how to get around. That’s our whole thing!” I groaned, ruffling my golden hair.
It was normal for elves to stay in the forest and hone their already natural survival skills. I was still in the middle of that, and navigation wasn’t my strong suit. It should have been easy to instinctively find my way back to my cottage after a little foraging, but apparently, I took too many turns or walked too far into the mountains. I wasn’t in any danger, and I was dressed for the weather. It was spring, so I only needed my half-corset, shorts, shoulder cloak, and my boots and gloves. Elven attire, all the finest quality!
“I can’t hear the stream, so I’m west of the cottage…Ugh, these hills are blocking all my view!” I stomped my feet as I walked up ANOTHER hill. That was when I saw something new.
A small pond rested at the top of the hill. It was so serene and clear that it seemed drawn from a fairy tale. I tentatively walked toward it as if my presence disturbed the scene. I could sense the mana resonating around the pool. “This must be home to a water spirit,” I whispered. Like all elves, I could sense mana as naturally as I could feel the sunlight. Every part of the pond felt magical and beautiful. The water was crystal clear, but I managed to see my reflection as I got closer.
(Describe face and eyes, waiting for Happypal art)
I still had a full canteen, but it seemed like a waste not to take a drink. Forest elves were immune to most waterborne bacteria, so there was no risk of sickness either. I tucked my hair behind my ears and lowered myself to my knees. Slowly, I bent forward to the water’s surface. It felt cool on my lips, and I started to draw the water in.
Without warning, the water lurched down my throat. I opened my eyes wide in surprise and tried to pull back. I could only raise my head a few inches. Even as the suddenly vicious water dove down my throat, it seemed to pull closer. I pushed my hands against the pond’s edge but couldn’t get up.
‘Dammit! This pond must be a slime!’ I cursed internally as I felt my stomach swell with each involuntary gulp.
Most slimes were mindless but could evolve basic intelligence and learn to set traps. This slime probably absorbed this pond and got too big to move. Then some dummy like me strolled along for a drink!
I moved one hand to my stomach. My gloved hand pressed to bare skin, uncovered by my corset. I could feel it grow each second, swelling larger and rounder. Slime filled the natural fat cells of my figure, bloating and enlarging them. My slender stomach now looked like I was a regular tavern drunk with a fat beer belly.
My belly continued to swell until it touched the ground. It pressed against the soft grass and spread outward like an overflowing coin purse. This was accompanied by a bloating sensation that spread throughout my abdomen. Already, my sides had started to swell out in the same rounded shape as my stomach.
I had to put both arms back on the ground to support myself. I spread my legs to try and balance, but I knew it wouldn’t do much. I had to rest on my full, bloated stomach as it became heavier and heavier.
‘I can’t stop it…I just have to outlast it…’ I pinched my eyes closed and groaned as I felt my body fill with more slime. Part of me hoped the slime would deplete itself enough and stop, but it didn’t seem intent on it. Perhaps even worse was that the pool looked deeper than I initially thought.
‘Maybe just a p-WHAT THE?!’ I peeled one eye open. I wanted to look at the pool, but I only saw my pale skin. The top of my corset practically overflowed with my bust. Elves were renowned for their slender physique, and even half-elves never developed breasts this large! Just one was bigger than my head, and their combined weight dragged them into the slime. I shuddered and kicked my legs out as I felt the slime tingle on my skin. ‘Geeeeh! It’s like wriggling honey! EW EW EW!’
I was helpless to stop myself from growing. The slime continued to fill my belly and chest, but soon the rest of my body was overtaken. I felt my hips creep outward, which helped maintain my balance. It was a hollow victory, considering the cost was my hips and butt swelling just like my front.
That was when I noticed that the middle of my body had started to take on a roundness. Not just bloated parts next to each other, but a continuous roundness only disturbed by curves that gradually filled in. My stomach wrapped around my front and connected to my sides in a smooth band of enlarged flesh. This was only distinguished from my hips by a sudden bump and outward curve. That curve melded seamlessly with my butt, which itself had grown large enough to dwarf my former width. My shorts were like a glorified belt now, hardly covering any of my lower body.
Maybe some tears stung the corner of my eyes. ‘I hope no one sees me like this. They’re sure to tease me relentlessly. ‘Oh, here comes Miquella, the elf tricked by a slime! They say you get good luck if you wobble her big, fat belly!’ I thought to myself and tried once more to pull my head back.
It didn’t help at all. The slime sensed my struggle and doubled its speed. I was surprised the volume of my belly hadn’t lifted my legs from the ground, but my lower body had expanded differently than I expected.
I could feel my legs swell and thicken, but they didn’t get closer to each other. Each was wider around than a barrel, and my leather boots were stretched and beginning to split around these obscene pillars. I tried to move them with little success. That was when I realized why my thighs hadn’t squished together. Continuing the trend of my rounding form, my pelvis had joined the curves of my lower body, filling the space between my legs, giving my lower body a continuing curve that wrapped from my hips and butt, into my thighs, and between my legs.
The pool continued to deplete my while my body swelled at a greater rate. The perimeter of the pond was now smaller than my frame, and my body was so large I’d likely fill all of it if I rolled in. That just went to show how dangerous a smart slime could be. My body continued to get bigger and rounder, my clothes straining around my bulk as I was helpless to get away.
The growth continued into my arms and face. I could feel my archer gloves stretch around my thickening forearms, but my upper arms were even larger. They billowed from the edge of the apparel and hung like heavy sacks of jelly. My arms hardly supported my front with strength. Their size was just enough to keep my head from dunking into the pond.
Speaking of, I could see my cheeks fill my peripheral vision. Elves were now for their slender, beautiful faces. Strongly defined features so perfect that one would think they were sculpted. Now, my face was bloated and round, cheeks wobbling as I was forced to guzzle more of the slime. I managed to feel a new extra chin waggle, too. I eventually gave in and looked at my reflection in the slime.
‘Well…some people think heavier ladies are cute! I saw a few robust innkeepers in my travels…’ I tried to reassure myself, but I was far fatter than all the chunky innkeepers I had seen my entire life. My body was so fat and round that there was no way I could ever fit into those inns either. ‘How will I fit in my cottage?’ My body was sure to fill most of the center space, but squeezing through the door would be impossible.
More time passed, and the slime depleted with each second. That hardly felt comforting since my body still grew at a blistering pace. The embarrassment matched the bloated feeling, though. I had some more fight in me, but all I could do was feebly smack at the slime with a comically puffy hand. The creature simply flowed around my fingers and continued to stuff me. Kicking my legs only wobbled my giant body. I just had to tough it out, one gulp at a time.
‘Almost…there…’ I had started to try and suck the slime down faster. I just wanted to finish it off and…well, I had no idea what I’d do next. Rolling into the empty pond to hide myself sounded like a start, if not for the fact that my GIANT BUTT WOULD BE EVEN HIGHER IN THE AIR!
‘Seriously! I can’t get my hips any lower! Anything wandering by is going to see my fat butt high above my head!’ I lamented and whined quietly. Elves were in tune with nature, but it didn’t mean respect was automatic. Forest spirits and creatures could be just as cruel and teasing as elves and humans if they wanted to.
The bottom of the pond came into view. I watched as more dry ground was exposed, cringing as the pond seemed to get deeper as it went. A silver lining was that the deepest points of the pond were much narrower. If the surface of the pond was like a punch bowl, then this last part was a teacup.
‘Just a little more.’ I did my best to hold on despite feeling the fullest I’ve ever been in my life. I curled my fingers into a puffy fist and tried to keep myself together. One swallow after another, watching the semi-translucent material deplete, and then there was the core. All slimes had them, and this one had been smart enough to hide it at the depths of the pond.
‘Wait, maybe I can break it and-‘ My thoughts were cut off as the core, about the size of a grapefruit, was drawn into my mouth. “Mfff! Gulp!”
I swallowed it…
“Dang it!” I cursed and thumped my head atop my chest. Thankfully, it was a soft surface, but that didn’t console me much. Honestly, nothing much would have happened if I broke the core, but slimes tended to deflate without a magic core to stabilize them. “I was hoping my swelling would go down a little bit…” I murmured into my chest.
I just wanted to lie in my defeat for a little longer. I would have, if not for a strange sensation. This wasn’t my fullness or new weight. It wasn’t a physical sensation at all. It was a strange flow in the surrounding mana. Seeing as I was stuffed with slime, literally full to bursting with mana, I could tell the exact source.
“The core?” I focused on the signal, and it indeed came from the slime core. It was directed somewhere, pointing to the other side of the mountain. “Uh oh…”
This was a smart slime, a really, really smart slime! I lifted my head and looked around frantically. “Ugh, that stupid slime must have split in two! Dammit, I’ve heard they do that when they get big enough!” I tried to roll onto my side to no avail. All I did was wobble this big, stupid body of mine! “This slime just wanted to immobilize me, but I’ve got a sneaking suspicion the second one is gonna eat me!”
Slimes generally became slower as they grew, and a larger core made them easier targets. It was relatively common to observe a slime splitting into two, with one half waiting to ambush so the other had an easier time attacking the prey.
This made the situation more urgent than ever. “If I don’t break the homing spell, then I’m a monster-sized meal! Dammit, I need my dispel magic scroll!” I tried again to roll to my side. The scroll I needed was in my cottage. If I could get there before the slime, then I was safe. I wouldn’t be any slimmer, but not being eaten would give me time to work on that.
“Agh, I gotta move!” I did my best to reach for the ground, but my arms were too short relative to my body. Even my chest was so full and round that my arms couldn’t get around it. All my arms could do was bounce off my sides and jiggle.
When I made no progress after ten minutes, I realized I needed some help. “Um…if there are any nature spirits nearby, I offer some of my mana. Please, lend me your aid!” I certainly didn’t want outside help, but it was better than being slime food.
The tree on the other side of the empty pond began to glow before a nymph stepped out. Her skin was fair, and her eyes and hair green. The nymph yawned and stretched before rubbing her eyes. “Hmm, what do you want?” The nymph asked before looking at me. “The heck happened to you?”
The nymph sounded tired and bored, which was a bad start. “I got lost and tried to drink some water from the pond.”
“You drink all of it?” The nymph asked, looking at the empty pond.
“NOT INTENTIONALLY!” I couldn’t help but shout. “A slime was hiding there, and it stuffed itself in my body. Look, there’s another half on the way! Can you please help me get up?!” I pleaded and did my best to smile. Apparently, having fat cheeks made that hard.
The nymph looked at me. “Eh, sure. Can’t have the world’s fattest elf blocking my view.” She flew toward me, and the breadth in our size was made more obvious. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes was the same distance from my head to my extra chin.
“Here we go.” The nymph murmured and pressed her hands against my cheeks. Her wings fluttered rapidly as she tried to push up.
That push forced my cheeks higher, blocking much of my view. The nymph tried to get a better grip, but that meant she squished against my throat. “Gak! N-no, not like that! You’re gonna strangle me!”
“Well, what do ya want me to do, fatty?!” The nymph got back in my face, standing on my cheeks. Her tiny feet sank into my rounded cheeks until the fat rolled over her ankles. She proceeded to glare into my eyes and poke at me.
“I was having an amazing nap, and then some big fatty elf woke me up!” The nymph poked me again. “Maybe if you used your species’ ability to sense mana, you’d think twice before drinking water from a pond SOAKED IN IT! So your big, round body is the price for being a big dummy! Fatty!”
“I get it!”
“Blubber butt!”
“Shut it already!”
“Flabby wobbly mound of fat! Giant doughy glob of an elf!” The nymph backed up. “Ugh, you’re exhausting. Here we go, round two.”
I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment. ‘I’d rather an elf or even some forest critters tease me than this. Pain in the butt nymph!’ I watched the nymph fly lower and twitched. “W-where the heck are you going?!” I squeaked as I felt the nymph crawl under my breasts.
I could feel the nymph wriggle and squirm until she got beneath my breasts and above my belly. The tiny body twisted and oriented itself so she could dig her shoulders into my upper belly. Fluttering wings tickled my skin, and my body gradually rose. I felt a focal point of pressure as the nymph sank into my supple upper belly. It felt like half her minuscule body was sinking into my gut, and I wondered if she’d do anything other than bury herself.
“Woah!” I flailed my arms as my body rocked back onto my butt. The cheeks were thick enough, so I didn’t keep rolling back. I was surprised to feel my feet on the ground, but I was also embarrassed to feel my pelvis and butt cheeks touch it, too. “Oh, you did it! Thanks, I owe-“
“Just get away from my tree. You’ll snap it in two if you fall on it!” The nymph barked at me as she fluttered back to the trunk. “I’m gonna need a thirty-year nap to recover from this. Beat it, fatty, and maybe don’t get tricked by a slime again.” She threw one last barb before she phased back into the tree.
‘Pain. In. The. Butt. Nymph.’ I sighed before looking over myself. Now was the best time to take stock. I had the angle for it.
The damage was…severe. I couldn’t help but scowl nervously as I looked at the curving, bloated shape of my body. No more was I a slender forest elf. I was fat enough to make an ogre seem slender.
I was only standing because my body was relatively balanced. The four points of contact I had with the ground were pretty stable, surprisingly. However, I was as wide as I was tall in all directions.
Immediately in my view, besides my cheeks and chins, were my breasts. I somehow managed to bend my arms and squeeze them. Purely out of curiosity. I ignored how my puffy upper arms squeezed my chest, choosing to take in the tactile feeling between my fingers. It was soft, but there was a hidden rigidity. It reminded me of a plant stem. I wobbled like I was full of gelatin, but it came with stability and balance.
‘If the rest of my body is like this, then I can move. Seeing is going to be hard.’ I chuckled nervously and looked at my chest. I was showing a lot of cleavage, but my top was on. Each boob was three times the size of my head. That reminded me a lot of the melons grown in my home village. “These aren’t as big as the prize winners, but eheh…way bigger than I was hoping.’
Beyond that was the curve of my upper belly. This was hidden beneath my chest from the front, but there was a sliver I could see between my bust and arms. Its curve continued in a ring around my sides and upper back.
Next was the rift where my belly and hips rolled outward. I tried to reach and trace it with my fingers, but my arms were too bulky. My upper arms would only compress so much, so my forearm was helpless at that point. Each upper arm was taut and rounded on the top and sagging at the bottom. My forearms were more spherical before my hands emerged from them. I could manage some magic, but I’d never hold a bow like this.
I continued my analysis. ‘If I want to move this body, I must understand it. If I can see it, I can envision the flow of mana.’ I rationalized as I looked closer.
The lower part of my belly was the largest. Its highest curve was beyond my arm’s length. It was fitting that the origin point of this growth was big and round, equal to my expanded width, and hanging until it was barely above the ground. Just my breathing was enough to make it wobble. It looked so taut and round, but it jiggled like pure fat.
It was harder to look to my side and behind me. My shoulders were so thick that looking over them was like having a sandbag at eye level. Despite that, I saw the rounded shapes of my hips that carried smoothly into the hefty lumps of my butt cheeks. Even my thighs were there in their astounding width. The trees around me were nothing compared to the old growths of my home village, but currently, my thighs were larger than each of them. My entire circumference was probably as wide as the smaller trees back home.
“Man, my cottage is going to feel so cramped.” I pouted, remembering how cozy my new home had felt just that morning.
“Enough moping!” I spoke with my full chest, the force wobbling my body. “I won’t let all this fluff hold me back! I’ll get the dispel magic scroll, then I’ll be rid of this slime!”
I did my best to lift my right foot. Walking, which had been second nature all my life, was now an arduous task. Shifting my weight and balancing on one leg made me feel like I’d roll over, and moving my right leg meant I had to push my thigh against the side of my belly. Still, I moved my foot forward and took that single step.
“Ugh, I wish I had never stood up!” My resolve crumbled. Walking was super hard now! I had to focus on my balance, and lifting one leg was super heavy! Then having to shift so much fat against itself! How the heck am I supposed to do this?
“AND ON TOP OF THAT, I’M STILL LOST!” I screamed, the sound echoing in the distance, startling every living creature.
I murmured and cursed under my breath as I started to turn around. I didn’t want to look at the empty pool or nymph’s stupid tree. Each step was awkward and tottering, moving me in a half-circle. I could feel sweat pouring over my bloated curves as the scenery before me slowly changed. I puffed and wheezed as if I had run across the entire forest, but I had barely moved a few feet.
My view opened up, and the slope in front of me looked familiar. I squinted, looking further down when I spotted a tree I had marked. “Oh, OH! That symbol means home is that way!” I turned my head and saw another marked tree.
It turned out this hill was the one blocking my view of home. ‘I can scold myself later. I just need to…get down this hill.’ I thought and clicked my tongue. It was a hike just getting up the hill, and my body wasn’t built for steep slopes anymore.
“Dang it.” I sighed before I leaned forward. A slight tilt was all it took for momentum to roll my fat, wobbly body. I had essentially turned myself into a giant bowling ball. No steering, no control, just rapidly spinning and barreling toward my cottage.
What I didn’t expect was how quickly I’d pick up speed. The world around me spun and eventually turned to an indiscernible blur. A whirl of colors shifted, depicting the sky, the green path before me, darkness as my round face squished the ground, the green path behind me, and the sky again.
It wasn’t a smooth ride either. My belly wobbled as it compressed against the ground, bouncing me slightly as I rolled over it. My chest similarly squished, but this pushed it up against my face. Every part of me was so plush and squishy, so my thick neck, chins, and cheeks smooshed together before my face pressed against the ground.
At least being doughy meant it didn’t hurt…
My back was soft, but it was more compact. So I didn’t shake much as it touched the ground. Things resumed their chaotic whirl when my butt hit the ground. My two giant butt cheeks would slap against the ground. Their thick fat would compress and bounce me forward. That ensured I had a moment in the air before I landed on my belly.
My increased speed ensured these bounces became larger. My body barreled down the hill but also rolled and bounced in a constantly shifting pattern. Sometimes I went so far right that I ran into trees.
One especially thick oak tree wouldn’t bow under my weight. So, I felt it sink and squish against my belly before I was hurled away. That twirled me through the air until I landed hard on one padded shoulder. I spun like a top, feeling my body wobbly and swing before the steady rolling pattern resumed.
‘I’m an idiot! Why did I go with this idea?!’ I shouted at myself. My instincts told me to grab onto something, but all my tubby fingers could seize was my wrists! The squishy texture hardly soothed me as I rolled, spun, and ran into anything around me.
The one solace I held onto was that I had to be near the bottom of the hill. I hadn’t kept track of time, but it felt like I had rolled for an eternity. I was given a clear visual as I hit a rock. My body was heavy, but it couldn’t dislodge a stone (that I believed was heavier than myself), so I was tossed into the air.
Weightlessness…that was odd. My body should be anything but weightless. I felt the wind rush over my round body. It was a soothing breeze, a gentle caress after all the chaos.
Any relief it brought was removed as I gradually realized I was twenty feet in the air. “Eheh…uh-oh.” I chuckled nervously as I looked at the breadth between me and the ground.
I saw my cottage ahead, and I worried I might soar past it. Thankfully, my weight and gravity agreed I belonged on the ground. I felt the brunt of my weight return as I dropped and landed on my butt. It felt like my weight increased tenfold as momentum tried to push me down further. It felt like I was being compressed and squished by this invisible force as the ground beneath offered no quarter.
When the forces reached a crescendo, I was propelled forward through the front wall of my cottage. The wooden wall was no match for my weight and crumbled instantly. I made a final roll before I smacked into the opposite wall. My belly took the initial brunt, but I still rolled forward until my breasts were squished against my face again.
A second later, I teetered back and landed on my butt. I had to sit there for a moment as my vision slowly returned from the maddening swirl, and my head felt sound and secure on my meaty shoulders.
“That was the worst idea I’ve ever had…” I sighed and tilted my head forward. My round chin felt the perfect perch for the moment, but I snapped to attention seconds later. “The other slime! I almost forgot!” I looked around frantically.
My cottage used to be organized, but my entrance had jostled it straight to the foundations. Most of the shelves had dumped their contents on the floor, and every piece of furniture besides my bed had been knocked over.
I turned to try and get a better look when I noticed a blue glob near the foot of the hill. “It’s already here!” I exclaimed and suddenly felt more frantic. I could see it sluggishly flow toward the open wall of my cottage, and I felt insulted that it moved more gracefully than me.
I shook my head. “No, don’t think about that. Find the scroll!” I started to waddle toward the nearest shelf. My body resisted this movement, and my belly bunched against the ground in front of me. My butt was dragged behind me, and my bulbous thighs tried to resist any movement.
Moving was its own issue. Reaching for things was equally difficult, though. My arms were so heavy that I couldn’t lift them higher. The thick masses that sagged beneath each arm squished against my side, and this kept the limbs equal with my shoulder. I could bend them a little forward and backward, but that was it. Up was impossible because of the weight, and down was equally unlikely because of how fat squished together.
So, I had to turn sideways and lean in the same direction. I craned my neck as much as I could and peered over the curves of my arms, but it was hard to see where exactly my hand was. “Ugh, I can’t see past my forearm! What shelf am I even grabbing at?!” I whined and tried to rely on feel. Unfortunately, my gloves were still on. The thick leather made it hard for my porky little digits to detect what they grabbed. I pinched items first, but all I found were bottles and a few books. A rolled-up scroll should feel springy!
GRRRRBBLLL
The slime had reached the hole in my cottage wall. It was just as large as me, but it was a gelatinous mass. It wasn’t restricted or divided into various curved shapes like me. It just had to roll forward, which it did with more grace than I had…
“Eep!” I squeaked and turned away. This shelf was no good. I had to waddle to the next one! I could sense the mana behind me, meaning the slime was a few feet away. I awkwardly hobbled, dragging my bulk, slightly turning in a wide waddle, and desperately tried to lean as if I could move faster.
I had to turn sideways again. My right hand felt around the shelf, knocking bottles and books to the floor. It didn’t matter if those were important. They’d just gather dust forever if their owner were eaten by a slime.
I looked over my opposite shoulder and saw the slime creep further into my cottage. The space felt small with our giant bodies filling it. It was a humble little hovel, but my former slender self thought it was plenty roomy.
I flinched as I felt the slime make contact. It was cool like the one earlier, but much more viscous than I expected. It easily flowed over my skin and expanded curves as it prepared to fully engulf me.
Panic was about to take over in full before I found a scroll. Whether it was the correct one or not, I didn’t care. I tossed the rolled paper into the air, and it ignited in a blue flame. The paper was burnt away before it vanished, and a blue light overtook the inside of my cottage.
Then it was quiet.
I opened my eyes and looked around. The slim was still on me, but it had stopped moving. It remained idle aside from slight wobbling. “Did I…did I get the right spell?” I murmured before I tried to focus on the homing spell.
It was gone, undetectable.
“It was! Haha, I did it!” I laughed and sighed with relief. “Thank goodness. Oh, hehe, guess you’re going hungry, mister slime.” I teased before a ripple carried through the slime’s surface. “Eh?”
That, eh, was all I managed to say before the slime lunged into my open mouth. I was given an in-depth reminder of what happened not so long ago. The slime whirled and twisted into a stream that plunged past my lips and down my throat. The familiar fullness assailed my stuffed belly, and I felt my body begin to grow…again.
‘Oh come on! What, did this thing realize it’s alone now? Did it miss its other half?!’ I grappled with my thoughts as I was further ballooned into the world’s fattest elf.
Gulp after gulp ferried more slime into me. My body crept through the limited space of my cottage. My desk was already being crushed between my butt and the wall, and my side pushed me out of reach from the shelf to my right. I even noticed my head near the ceiling as my round body had to stretch for the new slime.
My cheeks swelled not solely from slime but with new fat. They grew thicker and rounder, combining with my chin to almost completely cover up my angular elvish features. At this point, only my ears could indicate that I was an elf.
My upper arms and chest squished against my rounded cheeks and chin. Both swelled to greater sizes, but my arms continued to remain thicker and rounder than my chest. My upper arms developed peaked mounds of fat on top and heavy, sagging lumps of fat beneath. Those continued to bulge and roll over my sides until they nearly reached my hips. My forearms developed a similar shape at about half the size before my puffy wrists and hands rested atop them.
I thought my chest would take up all my lower vision, and it momentarily eclipsed my belly. That didn’t last for long, though. While each boob weighed more than my entire body used to, my belly maintained its dominance…
My tummy, my distended, engorged mass of blubber of a tummy, surged forward until it slammed against the wall before me. It only grew thicker and rounder, fatter and fuller until the wall began to bow and crack against its unbearable weight. I was fortunate enough to watch my flab creep higher up the wall and toward the opposite ends of the cottage.
My right side pressed against the wall and had already destroyed the shelf there. This pushed my other side toward the destroyed wall, accelerated by that side thickening with new fat. From my thighs and hips to the sides of my round body and even my arms. All increased my width. My curves swelled in a smooth outward march. Rounder, thicker, and HEAVIER!
Gods, I could feel how heavy I became. Every second, the weight of my body proved more and more debilitating. There was no way I could move myself. It felt like the world itself pressed down on me. Like I sank into my own body. My lower half just happened to be so thick that I remained upright. I didn’t have any spells to strengthen myself, so I was certainly immobile by now.
Yet more slime came. This one seemed larger than the other, but maybe that’s because I could see it. I remembered how deep the pond was, but I was shocked that I could become so fat. If my earlier growth was a surprise, then this was a reality-altering shock to my system.
I was snapped to reality as I felt my body touch the final wall. My butt made the trip first, but back fat soon crept across its shelf to squish against the wood, too. There it joined the march upward toward the ceiling.
It was nearly enough to make me cry. This entire experience was an embarrassing, exhausting nightmare. All I could do was imagine the details of my curves. My cheeks squished against my shoulders, so I was unable to look behind me. I just felt massive. My right butt cheek pressed against two walls, and the left rolled across one as it crept toward the opening of my cottage. They touched the floor and rolled upward to what used to be my standing height. The back fat stacked atop them easily rose another three feet.
My thighs filled the space between my belly and butt. Each was expanded so much that pillar-like couldn’t describe them at all. They were only distinguished as legs because my boots still struggled to hold on, and there was a fold around my knee. Still, it was hard to call them legs when they were so helplessly bulbous and thick that walking was impossible. I could hardly shift my feet because of the fat that rolled on top of them.
The space in my cottage diminished by the second. My left hip had rolled into the open air outside, but the rest of me was too thick to be pushed outside. Instead, my bulk pressed against the walls and soon the ceiling. The last of the slim perched atop my chest and continued to pump down my throat. The second I got an uninhibited breath of air was the same second my cottage exploded around me.
The sun bore down on me, I could see the sky and forest around me, and my body now filled the space my cottage once had. I had to take a second to come to my senses. All I managed was a defeated sigh.
“Lost and fattened by two slimes…so embarrassing,” I murmured and simply basked in my enormity. There was nothing else I could do. “I’ll call for help eventually, I just…need to mentally prepare myself.”
I’d need a lot of emotional preparation for the teasing any spirit or fellow elf would barrage me with…
THE END