This choice: Remus and Uturi, the hyena warrior and deergirl ranger • Go Back...Chapter #6Deep Beneath a Certain Castle... by: Wuff Fox   Frantic footfalls echoed through the darkness of dungeon corridors as two lost souls ran for their lives.
“Madame Vianna! Please… slow down!” Pleaded a heavyset donkey boy, his hooves splashing through a puddle, “I… I need to catch my breath!”
The fox woman ahead of him slowed her pace as she turned to look back at her companion, holding her torch steady while calling back “You know we need to keep moving! Whatever we heard back there is definitely getting closer, and if it’s like anything else in this place I’d rather it not catch up… Besides, we’re almost out of this pit, I’m sure of it!”
The donkey shook his head, his run slowing to an exhausted stumble as his breaths grew harsher and strained, “Please… I just need to…” The male came to a complete stop, the rolls on his hefty gut folding as he bent over to place his hands on his knees and take wheezing breaths. His dark green tunic seemed far too small for his body; several buttons on his shirt long having popped off to let his wobbly tummy hang exposed over pants that seemed far too tight on his tubby legs and rump, all seeming to imply that his corpulence was a recent development. The donkey looked up at the vixen as she stopped as well before he groaned, “Just for a minute!”
Vianna sighed as she turned around, but nodded, “Okay Desmond…” She said as she held her torch up high, peering into the darkness past the burro, searching for any signs of movement, “But no longer… we can rest fully once we know we’re safe…”
Desmond grunted as he looked behind him, seeing not much more than she had, “How do you even know where we’re going…” He said, pausing to wipe the sweat from his brow, “This place is like a maze!”
“Yes… that’s because it is,” The vixen said, placing a paw on her own stomach. While her body was nowhere near as portly as her associate’s, it was clear that she was now nearing a chubby frame. Her pudge wasn’t quite a hindrance yet, but it was beginning to make her beige linen outfit feel tight, straining the belts that held her adventuring equipment, “These tunnels, whether designed to or not, are probably meant to confuse and deter intruders… or maybe keep them trapped…” She gulped, her eyes gazing into the distance now, “Make sure that they stay so they can be… Well…”
The donkey frowned as he patted his bloated belly, “Fattened up… I still don’t know why but… I really hope we make it out of here before we find out…”
“Don’t worry friend… we will,” The vixen said, placing her paw on his shoulder and smiling, “We’ll be back to the Exploration Guild in no time. I’m sure we’ll be able to find a way to reverse what’s happened to you too.”
Desmond smiled at that and nodded. He was about to say something to the fox, but before he could they were interrupted by a soft splash from the corridor behind them, “That was… but that means it’s still following us…” Desmond whispered breathlessly.
Vianna nodded, “Whatever it is sounds big… We need to keep moving.”
“Okay…” The fat donkey boy replied, still grinning, “I think I’m ready no-HRK!”
The vixen yelped as she saw what had silenced her partner, her eyes widening in terror. A thin, syrupy green mass was falling from the ceiling right into the donkey’s open mouth. The stream of ooze thickened as it continued to flow into the male’s gullet, Desmond trying to stop the flow with his paws but only managing to slow its progress as it poured between his fingers. Soon he gave up trying to fight it, finding that his hands were more useful massaging his gut as the already enormous belly began to swell even more, looking past the ooze at Vianna as he whined in discomfort.
“Desmond! Oh gods! …don’t try to fight it!” She shouted to him, not even sure if her advice would help, “I-I think I can…” She bit her lip as she pulled open a leather satchel she wore to desperately fumble through some potions.
Meanwhile Desmond was still unwillingly consuming the slime attacking him, his belly growing ever tighter and larger as he held it in his hands. The last remaining buttons of his shirt finally burst free, letting the overburdened garment fall open to expose more of his growing paunch and heaving moobs. By the time Vianna finally found the vial she was looking for, the last of the slime creature had dropped from the ceiling and made its way past the helpless donkey’s lips, causing him to let out a heavy belch as he gasped for air.
“What…?! What the-“ Desmond groaned as his overstuffed stomach gurgled loudly, “What WAS that! What just happened to me?!” He grunted sharply past gritted teeth as he grabbed at his massive stomach, “Oh gods no…! I think it’s still…!”
“Just relax… it looks like a slime got the j-jump on you…” She replied, trying as best she could to hide the concern in her voice. She stuck the vial in her mouth, biting down on the cork to hold it so she could retain her grip on her torch. She examined and felt Desmond's belly with the other paw; his gut felt rock hard now and was now so big that it sagged down to his knees, “There was… a lot of it… b-but I can help! Slimes don’t usually do this sort of thing, but it’s not unheard of and there are ways to fix it. All you have to do is drink this and it should be… “
She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening with absolute dread before whispering, “….there’s something on my leg…!”
The Vixen yelped, moments later dropping the vial and her torch to the stone floor with a clatter as she was suddenly yanked backwards by her ankle. She immediately disappeared out of view past Desmond's belly as she hit the ground before being dragged off into the dark howling and screaming.
“Vianna? VIANNA!?” Desmond shouted after her, his stomach wobbling tremendously as he tried to waddle to her rescue, causing him to clutch it once more as the pain in his gut halted him, “DAMMIT! Need to… hhnngh! Get this thing out first…!”
The Donkey glanced about at the floor until he found the vial of potion Vianna had grabbed for him lying next to the fading, though thankfully still lit torch. Desmond waddled towards it, grunting and huffing as he tried to bend over and reach the object, not even coming close as his swollen stomach got in the way. After several attempts and a great deal of cursing, he finally gave up.
“VIANNA!” He called out once again, wincing and braying as he clutched at his belly, the slime squirming within once more. To the donkey’s dismay, he was beginning to realize, astoundingly, that he was hungry, “Whatever this thing is doing… It can’t be good...”
“Believe me…” A voice whispered to him, feminine and dripping with menace, “It’sss not…”
Desmond's ears twitched, but the rest of his body froze entirely. He tried to let out a scream but found it was caught in his throat. He was only able to free it as the last light from the torch sputtered out and left him in complete darkness, his cries mixing with the laughter echoing from behind him.
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