The Scientific Method!

This blog is a sideblog! It follows back from princessgoodvxbes.

You can find the About page here, and you can find the Rules page here. Nothing too extreme in either, quick reads!

Quick n dirty rundown: A post-canon Entrapta that has abdicated her position in Dryl, so she can spend her days in her high tech workshop in Bright Moon. It’s heavily kink-focused, she’s a mad scientist who gets super horny, so there is a requirement of being 18+ to interact, mun and muse.

Associated with glimmera / qgbm and fatten-the-beasts.

My shrink ray now holds the shrunken form INDEFINITELY! Or at least, long enough for the shrunken food to be pretty easily digested. The re-growing effect still applies to living specimens, but I think I can fix that too...

>Unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome! Entrapta had been bent over some kind of large container, her upper half buried in the thing with her ass waggling in the air, the perfect target. When the slap lands, a few Entrapta Noises(tm) echo around the inside of the crate, and she hoists herself up by her hair to fix Catra with some kind of gaze from behind her facemask. The lenses narrow a little, as if zooming in on her guest's face. After a looooong second, she speaks...

Huh...?

>Entrapta shows off a short little video of the results! Wayfinder is almost unrecognisable, really, until the camera pans up over her rounded heft to show off her flushed and glazed-eyes face. She’s bloated out to an obscene degree, so round and fat that she wouldn’t be able to move so much as roll wherever it is she needs to go...

“Hiiii! The results of the juice trials are pretty conclusive! I theorise that if this juice is concentrated into a cordial or laced into cooking, it should produce less extreme results that just make people unbelievably, absurdly full!”

>She reaches up to pat Wayfinder’s strained, gurgling stomach, poking at it with one finger to see how far in her finger sinks. Further than you’d think, but still showing just how much that juice had an explosive impact on her figure. Wayfinder rolls slightly in time with the poke, seemingly unable to stop it.

“I have no idea how long this is going to last! Isn’t that FUN?”

>She turns back, patting Wayfinder again.

“You should tell me how it tasted!”