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Hedonism of the Skull Heart WIP Preview
🕑 Added 2025-01-19 03:24:37 +0000 UTCWARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAINS: Skullgirls Females Weight Gain and Sexual Content
Unwilling to allow ill-fitting hosts to claim the Skull Heart, Double decides to incapacitate anyone she deems unworthy by fattening them up into massive blobs. Though her captives at first try to struggle, they soon change their mind when the eldritch creature gives their bodies all of the carnal pleasure they desire.
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A light thrum on the side of Filia’s head stirred her from her slumber. When her body insisted that she try to remain asleep, she felt a series of small, vine-like tendrils whip at the side of her head. Realizing that it was the parasite that had taken over her hair, her first thought was to scold him for the rude awakening.
Samson was spared the harsh words from the young woman as she looked at where she was. All around her were walls of throbbing flesh of varying shades of pink and red. In-between the organic matter she could just barely make out discarded pews and stain glass windows of a church. Any resemblance the location had to a place of worship for the Divine Trinity had little effect on settling her growing fear.
Much to her horror, Filia realized that the fleshy growths were currently keeping her pinned to the wall. Arms and legs bound by the flesh left her undersized uniform on display. Any shame about having her chubby midriff exposed and her black skirt barely covering her panties was left to the side as she frantically struggled to break free.
“Sorry kid, I already tried,” Samson said, waving about the black tendrils. “The most I could do is wake you up.”
“How did we get here?” Filia asked.
“We were kidnapped.”
The voice was a strange yet familiar one to Filia. Sure enough, what she saw tangled up in the fleshy tendrils was a long mane of crimson hair partially obscuring the woman’s upside down cross on her black sweater. While the princess of the Canopy Kingdom had looked imposing on TV, Parasoul seemed to be just as helpless in that moment.
“Who did this?” Filia asked.
“Some freaky nun,” called a similarly famous voice.
Recalling the sound from broadcasts of a circus performance, Filia was greeted by the bright blue hair and bombastic appearance of Cerebella. The performer looked the part with her loose fitting, orange top. However, there was a noticeable absence in the form of her exposed follicles. As Filia looked around for the living hat, vice versa, she spotted yet another captive.
“Mew’ve got a lotta nerve calling her a freak,” a feline feral woman commented, her long, brown ears flicking against her white hair.
“Shut it!” Cerebella said, flexing her arm as she tried and failed to break free of her restraints. “You’re the reason I’m here in the first place. You dumb cat.”
“First off, you can call me Ms. Nadia Fortune,” she replied. “Second, it’s not my fault that you couldn’t keep your paws to yourself,” added, flexing about the claws on her fingers and exposed feet.
“Whatever,” Cerebella said, taking in a deep breath to reserve her strength. “Why don’t you break out of here? It should be easy for you.”
“It’s no use,” Nadia replied, her body trying and failing to separate as the tendrils were wrapped tightly around the parts of her body that weren’t covered up by her black short shorts and even smaller, blue top. “Whoever is doing this knows what they’re doing.”
“You have no idea,” said a voice from above.
As everyone tilted up their heads as far as their restraints would allow, they each took notice of the woman held above their heads. Her nurse uniform adorned with pink shuriken crosses was a stark contrast to her ponytail of blue hair. Though no one could see her mouth thanks to her facemask, they could tell from her one, red eye the distress weighing heavy on her mind. With a sudden jolt her body was sent plummeting towards the ground. Stopped a few feet above the rest of the group, the nurse’s sizable bosom threatened to break free of her top with its vigorous jiggling.
“Wait, I know you,” Parasoul spoke up. “You’re Valentine. I thought you went rogue.”
“Are you the one responsible for this?” Cerebella asked.
“No, but I know who is,” Valentine replied. “They caught onto my plans.”
“Who are you talking about?” Filia asked.
Valentine’s eye went wide as the doors to the chamber opened up. The group watched as a lone nun, adorned in a blue habit slowly made her way into the room. In spite of the disturbing décor, the women contently walked by at a steady pace with her eyes closed.
“Double,” Valentine said as the nun drew nearer. “What are you planning?”
“A solution to our problems,” the nun replied, their words distorted by the numerous voices speaking at once. Flickering open their lids revealed a set of pale orbs where their eyes should have been. “An end to unworthy hosts for the Skull Heart.”
