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Shantae: Half-Genie, Half-Slob Isle (WIP Preview)
🕑 Added 2024-09-11 19:12:05 +0000 UTCWARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Shantae Slobification and USSBBW Weight Gain
A hotdog gifted to the half-genie as a reward for her efforts, ends up wreaking havoc on her body as it repeatedly digests inside of her. In the wake of her growing weight and gas, she is forced to give up her hero work in favor of a different calling in life.
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The people of Scuttle Town only got a glimpse of Shantae’s ponytail of purple hair as she ran through the streets. The red flesh of her baggy pants and top served as a warning sign for anyone in the way of the half-genie hero to get out of the way less they wanted to get in the way of official guardian business. Whie she wanted to apologize for the rude pushing, her pointed ears rang from the pleas for help that kept echoing out to her. Duty bound by her role to protect the town, she rushed out just in time to find the cause for the alarm.
Shrill cries for help continued to come from the bundle of worn out clothing slumped on the side of the street. Though Shantae couldn’t make out who it was, all that mattered to her was the group of Tinkerbats currently threatening the figure with their weapons. As the creatures drew in with swords held high, the half-genie leapt forward and sent them flying with a few whips of her hair.
“What are Risky’s goons doing out here?,” Shantae pondered aloud as she watched the Tinkerbats make a hasty retreat. Shrugging it off as something she would have to investigate later, she turned towards the collapsed figure. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yes, just fine. Thank you so much for your help brat.”
“What?”
“Er, sorry, I meant deary,” the old woman said, clutching her forehead. “My mind is getting a little woozy in my old age. Not to mention, my brain was a little scrambled by those brutes.”
Shantae let out a huff. “That’s to be expected considering who their boss is. I’ll go look around the town to see if there are any of them lingering around. I’ll make sure to give them a lesson about harassing harmless, old ladies.”
“Hold on,” the woman said, moving surprisingly fast to step in Shantae’s path. “Before you go, I must reward you for rescuing me.”
“That’s really not necessary mam. I’m just doing my job as the town’s guardian.”
“Nonsense,” she replied, dragging the half-genie over to her cart. “You must have burned a lot of energy rushing to my aid like that. At least let me give you a little snack.”
“Miss, that really not necessary. I was just-“
Shantae was thrown off as a plume of delicious aromas drifted out of the cart from an open slot. When the half-genie recovered, it was to watch the woman pull out a freshly made hotdog. Slipping the weenie into a fluffy bun, she proceeded to cover it in a collection of toppings and condiments. By the time a layer of strange, lavender fluid was placed on the hotdog, the way Shantae’s belly was growling made her overlook the bizarre condiment.
“Here we are, deary,” the woman said, handing over the decadent hotdog. “I hope you enjoy.”
Licking her lips, Shantae convinced herself that it would be insulting to reject the woman’s generosity. Opening up her mouth as far as it would go, she proceeded to take her first bite. Sinking her teeth in, the flavor she experienced was far greater than she could have ever hoped. Pushed on by her stomach, she proceeded to scarf down the rest of the dog in a few bites. Licking her fingers clean of any leftover drops, she came back to her senses as she heard a slight giggle coming from the woman.
“Sooooo, how did you like it?” the woman asked.
“It was really tasty,” Shante said, using a napkin to try and clean up her mouth. “Although I’m curious. What was that purple stuff you added? It was really-BWOOOOORRRPPP!”
Cheeks turning bright red, Shantae clamped her fingers over her mouth. As soon as she was confident enough that another burp wouldn’t slip, she slowly lowered her hand. “Excuse me.”
“It’s alright deary,” the old woman said. “That’s just a sign that you really enjoyed my food.”
“Yeah,” Shantae said, running her fingers across her throat to try and stop anymore belches. “I’ll be sure to tell everyone about your cart.”
“Oh, I’m leaving today.”
“UUUURRP what?”
In a flash, the old woman began to swiftly pack up her cart. While Shantae wanted to ask what was going on, she was stopped by an unsettling gurgle in her stomach. The lack of bubbles trying to make their way towards her mouth filled her with an intense sense of dread.
Leaving the old woman to quickly pack up her things, Shantae made a mad dash to get out of the public’s view. Running nearly as fast as during her rescue mission, her eyes scanned the area for any sign of a secluded area. Finding what she was looking for in the form of an alleyway, she made sure no one was watching before slipping inside. She managed to nestle herself into the shadows of the cramped space just as the pressure in her intestines became too much.
Leaning against a wall, Shantae winced as a squeaky PHHHHHRRRRTTTTT slipped out of her rear. “Ugh, that reeks,” she said, trying to wave away the fumes. “I guess that hotdog was a little too UUUURRPPPP much for my tummy.” Clenching her fingers, she let loose another fart in an attempt to calm her digestion. “I’m sure it’s fine. Besides, a little gas is worth that tasty hotdog. Shame that that old BWOOOOORRRPPPP lady is leaving though. She seemed really nice.”
