Blitz💤

Your heart kicked against your chest at the sight of it. Half primal fear, but the other half. Well, there wasn't any use dwelling on it. There was no way you could imagine what caring for something that large would take.

You wander deeper, giddiness welling inside you. The background checks you had to pass, the rounds and rounds of interviews you had to go through to prove that you would be a responsible owner. All of that and more was worth it to be allowed entry into the fair.

There was a temperature change in the next room you entered. Everything was warm enough that you were already starting to sweat before taking even a dozen steps inside. Demons, incubi, succubi, and plenty more beyond that all stared out at you through their glassed enclosures. The glass was thick enough that you couldn't hear their words, but the way they moved, so languid and sensual, had a blush rising to your cheeks that had nothing to do with the heat. The temperature slowly lowered as you approached the far end of the room. The creatures in those enclosures were more insectoid. Joints that seemed to bend the wrong way, appendages stranger than any you'd seen before. You couldn't help but pause to watch their twitching movements and how they traversed the structures in their enclosures. Beyond those lay more familiar creatures. Giant bees. Wasps with their wings beating so fast you were sure you could hear their buzz. Moths that had left a fine coat of powder from their wings on the glass. After a moment of awe you move on.

The temperature in the next room was considerably lower. A much welcomed respite from the heat. More tanks and enclosures filled this room. Your heart began to speed for you had made it to the room you had come for. Slimes of all sizes and colors pressed against their glass. There were plenty of humanoid slimes with big, soft eyes and coy smiles, but that wasn't what you wanted. You brushed past the larger tanks with barely more than a second glance. A smaller companion was what you were seeking. Something that wouldn't take up too much space, but was easy to cuddle with if you wanted.

You carefully inspected a number of tanks. Some of the slimes gave off a faint glow while others shimmered under the lights. There were even some that seemed to change from one color to another as they moved. Each one had a small description plate in front of it detailing habits, temperament, enrichment suggestions, and more besides. The wiggling masses within regarded you with varying levels of interest.

One, however, immediately perked up when you approached it. It was a beautiful pearl white that sparkled with golds and pinks. It swarmed against its glass, pressing itself as close to you as it could manage. Tentatively you placed a gentle hand against the glass. Doing so wasn't allowed, but you couldn't help the way it was drawn to you. A trickle of warmth passed through the glass and a wave of calm washed over you. This was it. The one you would take home had claimed you for its own.

You quickly scribbled down your guest number on the provided card, and took a copy of the creature's location card. The slime remind pressed against the glass as if watching you work. It was only when you began to walk away did it shrink back down to the bottom of its container.

It took a while to locate a staff member among the vast network of rooms and the other visitors of the fair.

"I would like to adopt this creature please," you said as you handed over the slime's identification card.

The worker scanned the card before giving you a sympathetic look. "Are you sure about this? This particular slime has been bounced back to us at least three times. It's very temperamental."

You recall the wave of calm you had felt when you were only separated from it by the glass beneath your hand. "I'm certain."

"Have you ever had a slime before?"

"No," you admitted, "I've never had the money to adopt one. I've been saving for years though, and I'm certain this is the slime I want."

"You might want to start with an easier one first. You being brand new to this and all. I can almost guarantee that this one will still be around if you decide to go looking later."

You shake your head. "I appreciate the advice, but I'm set on this one," you say firmly.

"Suit yourself," the worker shrugs. "Not like the poor thing isn't used to coming back here."

"I'm going to take great care of it. I've got my apartment set up and everything."

"Alrighty then. You can go ahead and head up front to pay. I'll have your slime brought up by the time you finish." The identification card is handed back to you.

As promised, there was a small, travel sized tank waiting for you after you'd paid and gone through the mandatory speech on slime care. You already knew most of it after years of research, but it did remind you of a few things you seemed to have forgotten.

You carried your new creature out to your car and buckled the tank safely in the front seat.

"Alright little slime, it's me and you now. I'm going to make sure you have a good new life. I'm not going to give up on you like the others." You pat the top of the tank and feel a vibration and a soft noise from the other side of the glass, almost as if the creature was purring.

Back home you carried the case over to the tank you had prepared for it and sat it inside. Only then did you open the travel container so that the slime had a chance to safely explore and get used to its new surroundings. You secured the tank lid and went off to put away the pamphlets that the adoption fair had given you.

When you returned the slime had moved into the big tank. It pressed itself against the glass as though it could sense you.

"Hey there, it looks like you're getting used to your new place. I hope that it’s big enough for you. It'll be a while before I can afford something bigger, but even then I'm not sure it would fit."

The slime vibrated again.

You smile and open the tank to remove the travel container. The slime oozed off of the glass and to the bottom of its tank. You stick your hand back down, fingers brushing affectionately against it. Another purr came from it. This time, the first time you've actually touched it, had it suckling at your fingers. Calmness washed over you again. Your fingertips began to tingle.

"Hey now, what are you doing?" You pull away with a laugh.

The slime follows you up, but releases you once your hand is nearly out of its tank. It sinks back down into a puddle and crawls to a corner as if sulking.

With another laugh you reach both hands down toward it. "Alright, if you're going to be mad about it, I guess I can let you out for a bit. We'll both have a chance to properly meet each other."

It surged upward into your hands. It oozed over the edges of your hands, but retained its overall shape. You carried it over to the couch.

The creature puddled into your lap. Bare seconds had passed before it was sending tendrils out to explore you. It wrapped itself up your arms. Retreated and slid along your neck. It caressed your lips and coated your stomach.

No residue was left in its wake. You had expected needing a full shower after taking it out of its tank, but perhaps not. Calmness had stolen through you, stronger now that the two of you were touching. The soft, lapping movements over your skin lulled you. Before you knew it you were stretching out across the couch, mind hazy with calm. Time passed and your eyes dropped closed. Your slime exploring you had faded into the back of your consciousness.

When it slipped beneath your clothes you barely noticed. Not even when it explored lower, seeking out the warmth between your thighs. By then your body was pliant and wanting. A wanting that stole over you on paws so soft that you couldn't remember not that want. Something secret, just for you. The slime drizzled like honey into your center. So slow and fluid you didn’t register the feeling. No, you existed in a state of such hazy serenity that it was only when the slime began to purr that you clicked back to reality.

The purr sent a jolt through you. A vibration that had your hands clenching into fists on pure instinct. Now you could properly feel the ebb and glide of it within you. Your hazed mind began to clear with your racing heart. Heat bloomed in your cheeks. Seemingly of their own accord, your hips began to rock. The slime began to spread. It filled you in ways it hadn’t before. A moan escapes your mouth. You arch your back, trying desperately to grind on thin air.

The slime moves inside you as if thrusting. Hitting you deep and slow. Even through your first orgasm it doesn't stop. It sent another wave of haze inducing calm washing over you. Keeping you right on the edge. Making sure you felt every millimeter of it. A tendril of slime draws out of you. It spreads to cover your center. The feeling of it sucking at you pulls another orgasm from your pliant body.

It wrings orgasm after orgasm out of you. The state of bliss and arousal is never disrupted for long. It ebbs and flows from orgasm to orgasm until, finally, the slime pulls away. It climbs up your sweat slicked skin to nestle against your chest, purring contentedly.

"Little slime," you whisper, "you and I are going to get along very well."

Funfetti as in sprinkles in a cake, right? Google says that's what it means so I'll roll with it. First time I heard that phraze, lol

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Boring man, on the way to his boring home, from his boring job, popping into a boring shop to buy something boring for dinner.

As he grabs the same tasteless products as always peculiar sight draws his attention, an explosion of color amongst the grayscale of his monotonous life, cake full of sprinkles unlike those he had while growing up.

Immidietly did his mind jump to all the birthdays his parents threw him, the frends he had, the presents he gotten. Happy memories buried so deep brought to surface with the nostalgic need to feel what it's like once again.

So of course he threw his basket away and took the sprinkly treat for his dinner, like his parents wouldn't let him when he was younger.

The guy couldn't even make it home before the cravings over took him, then and there in the middle of the road he dig into the cake. Grab after grab, bite after bite, he devured the entire thing.

Pure sugary pleasure, only the sweetness of joy like he haven't had in ages. Each swallow he felt inside him, making him fuller, he could fill his stomach slowly spilling into his lap, but he couldn't stop the indulgence. Not until it was all gone.

Hard to say how much his haze lasted, but by the time he was done he felt full. Not in the easting sense though, in that he felt as if he haven't had anything. No, he felt full because his stomach grew massive.

Tender mass in the middle of his body constantly pulling him forward. Stretched skin gazing at the world through the gap created by his shirt riding above his popped navel.

He touched his belly with his cream and sprinkle covered hands to revel in his fullness and indulgence for the last time before he goes back to his boring adulthood, only to be met by a bop from the inside, and then another, and another. Constant barrage of small movements right underneath his skin, weak yet feelable.

All these strange symptoms... if he didn't devour a party-size cake all on his own, he'd have thought he's pregnant. - "A stuffing-caused indigestion must be the culprit!" - he said to himself, grinning widely. Words he secretly wished weren't true.

First he gets pinned down and stuffed by a werewolf on their evening stroll. Spread wider than he's ever been by the werewolf's thick knot, unwillingly cumming again and again as it savagely thrusts into the most sensitive parts inside of him over and over. Leaving him bloated with its cum, and unknowingly already growing its litter in their womb.

As he begins to limp home an ethereal being offers comfort and a helping hand. The kind beings cool soothing touch calming him down and making him feel safe. He's brought to the beings abode where more beautiful people surround them, their soft voices lulling him into a relaxed state, comforting him as his belly gently begins to swell, their hands roaming each newly stretched inch of skin. Soon their hands explore lower, making him feel so good, and they're taking turns entering inside of him, cooing over him and encouraging him every time he cums. They kiss his forehead and tell him he's already doing such a good job growing big and round for them. Eventually he begins to come to his senses, and insists he needs to go home. Then he stumbles out of the trees about an hour before sunrise. When he checks his phone it's 3 months later, and it's abundantly clear he's just entered the second trimester with both a litter of werewolf pups and a litter of faelings in his swollen womb.

Stumbling home, adjusting to the weight of two separate litters in his belly, he startles when he spots a creature, clearly alien in nature. He's scared for a moment, but then sees that the alien is clearly in distress, its belly almost as big and swollen as his and appears to be cramping something fierce. He winces and places a hand over his own womb in sympathy. Suddenly the alien's gaze locks onto him, and before he can even begin to run, the alien is upon him, much faster than it ought to be as weighed down as it is. The alien enters him roughly, needily, and soon to his horror he understands why, as an egg about the size of a tennis ball moves through the alien's ovipositor and forces its way into his already crowded womb. The alien makes a guttural screech that sounds like relief as they continue to pulsate inside of him, depositing its long overdue clutch inside of a clearly fertile incubator. By the time the alien is done, abandoning him now that its needs have been met, his belly is twice as big as before.

He laboriously shuffles to the nearest doctors office he can find, his back already killing him from such a sudden change in weight and balance, and he arrives as they open panting and out of breath. The doctor ushers him in straight away to their exam room, lying through their teeth when they say they'll help him. The mad scientist he was unlucky enough to find so quickly, marvels to themselves at his fertile womb, and decides he's the perfect test subject for their latest experiment. They make a big show of appearing kind and helpful, while delighting in every moan of pain and discomfort as they poke and prod at his gravid form. While checking between his legs, insisting on making sure he didn't sustain any injury, they apply a ‘soothing gel’ deep inside of him, the beginnings of their newest monstrous creation. And just for fun, before he leaves they give him a couple of ‘preventative vaccines,’ one of which makes sure that he stays hyper fertile, and the other which ensures that every new offspring added to his belly grows to catch up to be as far along as the rest. It's not long after he waddles out of the doctors office that he's whining in discomfort and dismay as his belly begins to rapidly swell again, the ‘vaccine’ kicking in, causing the ‘soothing gel’ to rapidly approach the second trimester as well.

So distracted on his way home by his already overcrowded womb, wondering with dawning horror how much bigger he's going to get, he fails to realize he's crossing under a bridge. Specifically a troll's bridge. Who, upon learning our poor soul can't find his wallet, gleefully insists on using him like a flesh light as an alternative form of payment. The troll finds it amusing that his belly has become so cumbersome that they can barely hold him in their one hand. And they laugh uproariously as he moans and sobs and cums as his sensitive belly, and frankly his now swelling chest, bounces as they harshly drag him up and down their cock. But their greatest delight is after they've flooded his insides with their cum, settling back with him still sitting on their cock, so long and thick they've burst through his cervix and can feel the first stirrings of the litters inside of him around the head of his cock. Not only can they feel their own half-troll bastard growing in the guy's womb as well, they get to watch as he futilely tries to get off their cock, begging for help that won't come as, already too heavy and exhausted to lift themself off, even before his belly began to visibly swell again, only succeeding in clumsily riding the troll's cock rather than escaping them. By the time he's manages to leave, he has two troll bastards weighing down his womb, and it's already afternoon.

Trying to take a short cut home, desperate to find safety and comfort, he runs into a rowdy gang of goblins that surround him and delight in teasing his helpless form. Slapping his belly, his cum-stained thighs, jumping up in competition to see who can slap his burgeoning tits. They jeer at every yelp of pain, every cry for help, every plea for kindness. It's easy for them to overrun him, thrusting into him, sometimes more than one at a time, cheering whenever his belly pulsates and grows, betting each other money on where the next stretch marks will be, which goblin will make him cum, whether he's going to beg them to stop or to keep going. They make sure to brand his ass with the gang's symbol as their leader cums into him and his belly swells again. The other goblins tease him by rutting against his belly, abusing his stretched out angry looking belly button, pulling his head back and sticking their fingers in his mouth. Eventually they get tired and bored, going back to their hide-out to eat a big meal and take a long nap, leaving him covered in drying goblin cum, legs shaking from overstimulation and the weight of his womb as he tries to continue his journey, now even more desperate to get home so he can rest.

By the time he manages to painfully waddle home, his landlord, a dragon, is already there waiting for him, demanding the last three months of rent. They have no sympathy for the guy's sob story, or their painfully swollen womb riddled with angry looking stretch marks. They decide to take the payment another way, and since he's decided to let other creatures use his womb for free, it only makes sense that he should use his fertile womb to pay for his late rent. The dragon mercilessly pins him on his hands and knees, ignoring his cries of pain as his already overtaxed belly is crushed into the ground, and thrusts into him right there in his front yard. Uncaring for their tenants comfort or well-being they take their pleasure and deposit three eggs in his belly, one for each late month. With a roar that shakes nearby buildings they cum inside of him, ensuring their eggs will take. They growl a warning that in the future this is how late payments will be collected, and fly off, leaving him there crying from the pain of his belly swelling yet again.

- @distended-domes

Is that the official name of that stuff?? I had no idea lmao :0

It does make a really good consistency for slime creatures... The whole time he's pregnant with them they slosh around his belly, but when he goes into labor and the contractions hit, he tries to push and the slime turns hard as stone. Confused and in pain, he doesn't realize that the pressure of him pushing is making the slimes activate their defense mechanism so he keeps trying to push having no idea that it's actually whats preventing the slimes from coming out. He thought his labor would be easy with how soft and squishy his tummy was for the whole pregnancy, but now his swollen belly is rock hard and feels like he has one giant boulder sitting in his gut.

After hours of painful labor, he manages to push the mass down far enough to start stretching his hole. The hardened slime stretches him wider and wider until his flesh just cant stretch anymore, pulled taut around the giant ball of slime. He howls and shrieks in pain, kicking and thrashing wildly as he desperately tries to push the mass out, but it's far to big to fit through his narrow hips and no amount of squeezing or shoving is going to make it budge. He tries anything while he sobs and begs the slime to come out, clawing at his swollen belly and trying to push it down with his hands, even trying to reach down and stretch his hole around the mass, but nothing he does can force it through.

Forever gravid Mother Sea for mother's day🌊

Mage meets Slime