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Prompt of the Week - Week 30
🕑 Added 2021-01-16 16:51:14 +0000 UTCTAGS: Growth/Expansion/Inflation, Weight Gain, BE, Excessive Fluids, Blob/Blobification, Milk/Lactation, Hyper
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Whoever convinced him that cursing his vault with a reactive enchantment that played off the “deepest darkest desires” of whoever tried to breach it was going to get a fireball to the face for failing to mention that there wasn’t any kind of ironic twist to the whole thing. Then again, that’s what he got from dealing with second-rate contractors; last month it had been the kitchen sinking into a lower dimension of the hellish realms and now he had to deal with three intruders who’d need heavy equipment just to nudge to one side or another.
Some time earlier, a group of would-be adventurers seized an opportunity to raid a wizard’s tower after staking out the place for the better part of three weeks, paying close attention to every movement of the sorcerer within in order to ascertain just when and how best to strike. They trio, composed of the unlikely combination of a clanless kobold, a demoness banished for lack of business acumen and a random gnoll they picked up after she fell off from a cliff trying to capture a large butterfly to snack on. The three had spent some time travelling together, and though the circumstances of them getting together were anything but ordinary, they had grown to not only quite enjoy one another’s company, but develop a true bond, becoming not just a bunch of ragtag misfits, but true companions, brethren if they will… it just so happened that they were utterly terrible at the whole adventuring business, but were rather good at breaking and entering, so after a slight readjustment of priorities, they began making a killing by fencing whole sorts of things they just happened to stumble across after finding an unfortunately unlocked door. Now, after months of successful crime sprees, they had set their eyes on the biggest prize of them all: a wizard’s vault.
It was madness to think that they could do it. Not only did it risked potentially pissing off a wizard, something that very rarely ended in anything other than disaster, but it also required them to brave the insides of their abode, and all of the curses and enchantments that came along with it. It wasn’t for any old reason that sorcerer dens were considered among the safest places in all of existence to store valuables, to the point where occasionally the more agreeable of practitioners even allowed others to store their valuables along with their own… such as was the case with the one the group of thieves were casing. By all accounts, this wizard was one of the “good” ones, who wouldn’t just blast your face with a burst of fire just by being near them during a cranky moment, and had garnered a reputation as a rather fair and mindful individual who was more than happy to let anyone who paid for the privilege to store their goods inside of his private underground vault, providing some of the best safety around. This of course meant that the potential haul, should the three manage to break in, would be so ridiculously good that they could probably afford to give up the whole thieving business and retire to a life of luxury after fencing the whole lot. It was the heist of a lifetime for them, and the mere thought of what they might do with all of that money had effectively stifled the many voices in their heads telling them that this was a stupid idea that would never work and which carried with it a non-zero chance of backfiring horribly.
For three weeks, the group made camp just outside of the large cleared area around the tower, taking advantage of a particularly dense thicket and a metric ton of concealment charms in order to avoid detection. Luckily for them, the wizard they picked as their heist target was almost comically punctual when it came to his routine, following the same series of steps in the same way every day, down to an inexplicable seven minutes and fifteen seconds before sundown where they sat on a rock facing west until the last vestiges of sunlight vanished beneath the horizon. The most important aspect of this regimented lifestyle, however, was a twice-weekly visit to the local town that lasted anywhere from two to three hours, during which the old man bought supplies for his experiments and socialized with whoever struck him as interesting. This made it almost too easy for them to prepare the break-in: wait until the wizard left, sneak into the tower, force their way into the vault and then activate a portal stone as their getaway plan, keeping the rift open in order to shove as many valuables as they could before jumping in and closing it from the other side. Being as experienced as they were, they should have picked up on the fact that it couldn’t possibly be so simple, and indeed they did consider the possibility of there being magical impediments to their advance, but as far as they cared, if their first attempt was foiled, they could simply note down what stopped them and try again at a later date; they just had to time themselves to the second to make sure they weren’t surprised by a very angry, magic-wielding old coot. As such, the moment they saw the wizard leave one morning, the group sprung into action and rushed towards the tower, knowing they didn’t have a single moment to spare.
As they had discovered previously, the front door wasn’t actually protected by anything other than a simple lock. The tower itself was in a secluded enough place that the sheer reputation of who lived there was enough to dissuade most would-be home invaders, and the certainty of finding curses within made short work of the few that still had stupid ideas floating around… but not those three. They rushed towards the entrance, picking the door open and carefully locking it behind them, rushing towards the lower levels as quickly as they could without disturbing any of the pricy-looking equipment around them. The vault itself was enough to access: simply walk down a flight of stairs, go through a few corridors that looped in on themselves in ways that shouldn’t be possible, and soon enough they’d be staring at an enormous, metallic door covered in chains and locks, both mundane and magical. Normally it’d be enough work to keep them occupied for a whole day, but on their previous heist the trio had discovered something incredibly useful: a Passage Stone.
In theory, it was just a small rock that allowed its holder to phase through solid objects, mostly used to get around regularly locked doors by using the walls instead… and seeing as the vault door was inlaid in a large slab of carved rock, there would be no better place to use it. A preliminary scan revealed no enchantments on the wall surrounding the door itself, even if the damned thing was riddled with curses that none of them really fully understood, so with a final nod between them, the kobold, demoness and gnoll held hands, the latter activated the Stone, and they all walked together through the wall and into the vault proper, finding absolutely no resistance to their intrusion whatsoever.
What they found inside was enough to leave them rooted to their spot for the better part of a minute, because while they had been expecting something big and grandiose, it would appear they still managed to underestimate just how vast that wizard’s hoard was. It was better fit for a dragon more than anything else, and was very clearly surrounded by spatial distortion spells given how colossal the vault itself was, far taller than its position underground should allow it to be. Gold and silver in equal measure, precious gems and countless amulets, some of them bearing family crests that the group vaguely recognized, all of it waiting for them to pick it up and make off with as much of the goodies as they could.
Snapping out of it, the thieves went to work, quickly preparing their portal spell and tuning it so it would open a passageway directly into their hideout; thankfully, there was no interference from the vault’s defenses, whatever they might be, and soon enough there was a literal hole in midair through which they could see their underground lair, waiting for them to fill it up with as much of the stolen goods as they could. The three weren’t picky; any one of those items could sell for massive profit, leading them to just grab whole armfuls of coins and trinkets before shoving them through the portal, not really caring about what it was they were stealing in particular. If it shone brightly then it was probably worth something, and there were enough shinies there that they were adequately distracted from the nasty surprise the wizard had prepared for any intruder smart enough to avoid the vault’s conventional defenses.
It was supposed to be one of those curses that gave people what they wanted and exactly what they wanted, the sort of thing that made for wonderfully funny stories with a tiny moral at the end about wording one’s desires correctly (or not being greedy, if one wanted to be charitable), and indeed, the moment the three thieves began to haul their prizes through the portal was the moment their bodies began to react to whatever their owners most wanted… though, given the sort of desires that were hiding inside of their heads, the effects were perhaps not as debilitating as the wizard, and the creature who taught him the curse, would’ve intended.
The first one to notice something was wrong was the kobold, who found it harder than usual to walk from place to place even when he wasn’t laden with treasure. He didn’t quite understand why he was waddling, nor what was getting in the way, not until he looked down and noticed a significantly larger-than-usual bulge staring back at him from between his legs! He yelped, dropping a cup he had been carrying and attracting the attention of his two friends, who both yelped in shock once they heard and saw the ‘bold’s pants begin to tear open as their package began to grow in every direction! The tiny lizard’s nuts smacked heavily against the ground, soon followed by his cock as the poor thing was thrown backwards onto the hoard itself, his legs spread wide open by the sheer girth of his inflating cum factories, his eyes wide in shock as the sensations coursing through his body and into his brain left him feeling… a lot better than he thought they would. He should be terrified, and indeed there was a tiny part of him that was practically screaming from how scared it was, but mostly the only thing he could think of was the fact that his shaft was now bigger than he was, wider than his torso, and the balls underneath it were already big enough that he could curl up inside them and have plenty of room left… and he was still growing!
Meanwhile, the demoness barely had a couple of seconds to react to this before she felt the same magical force that had affected her friend slam into her slam a sledgehammer, leaving her reeling from the impact and taking several steps back, hands clutching at her chest in just the right way for her to realize that it, too, was starting to swell up. Even better, just like the kobold’s nuts were so stuffed that his several-foot-tall shaft was bubbling with thick pre, coating itself in a thin, slick sheen of it, so too did her tits began to overproduce to the point where she could even hear the pitter-patter of milk falling on the cold stone floor, growing heavier and more intense as those balloons attached to her grew wider and heavier, mass multiplying upon itself as her legs grew too weak to really support these new additions to herself. Perhaps worst was the fact that her nipples were so devilishly close to her that a small part of her brain told her that it’d be a great idea to bring one to her mouth while she still could, that she might taste of her own bounty before it was too late; this ended up leaving her so milk-dazed that, even past the point where her tits grew too heavy for her to stand (or walk), much less bring one of those swelling teats up to her face, she still stretched her hands out to gather as much of it as she can, treating her breasts like a fountain and gulping down her own cream with as much gusto as one dying of thirst in the desert.
This left the gnoll, who had enough time to watch all of her friends suddenly and inexplicably transform into grotesquely exaggerated versions of themselves to actually do something about it, yet was so enthralled by everything happening in front of her that she couldn’t really bring herself to react. After all, if her companions had that happen to them, what would she get? As it turned out, nothing… nothing but a ravenous hunger that creeped up on her and suddenly took her by storm, leaving the gnoll salivating as she desperately tried to look for anything that she could consume to sate this sudden need. Thankfully for her, she was surrounded on all sides by potential snacks; snacks of a metallic variety, sure, snacks that were once gemstones or necklaces or large piles of coins, but that nonetheless worked wonders for the purpose of making that gnawing, aching pain in her stomach go away, even if for only a second or two. She paid no heed to her friends’ calls, the very few they managed to get out in between their moans as they begged her to stop devouring the very hoard they came there to steal, but the gnoll wasn’t listening; as far as she cared, those immense piles of valuables would look great on her figure, and indeed said figure seemed to agree, seeing as it began to bloat out and wobble in every direction each time the gnoll bit down and swallowed on just about anything. In fact, after a certain point, she wasn’t really eating anything at all; her body had grown so blobby, so gelatinous from over-consumption, that its skin had begun to turn malleable and permeable, more akin to goopy slime than anything else, and suddenly all she needed to do was roll around and all the items that stuck to her would be handily absorbed into her form and added onto her growing, bloating mass… until the gnoll was left as little more than a colossal blob of gelatinous, shimmering, emerald-coloured fatty slime that somehow found enough energy within itself to roll over and devour pretty much anything that stood in its path.
No more than two minutes had passed since the kobold first noticed something felt off about his walking, and yet somehow they had been transformed from three perfectly regular individuals into egregiously oversized, almost satirical representations of the kind of thoughts that kept them company during their more private hours. And yet, despite this, and despite the fact that the enchantment was at least supposed to give them so much of a good thing that they would have to beg for it to stop, not one of them thought to even so much as slow down, let alone beg for it to end; the kobold was too busy stroking a cock that had become so massive that it’d soon be touching the ceiling, using his legs to rub up against a pair of cum factories that were only really rivalled in size by the demoness’ milk tanks, both of which were erupting with literal rivers’ worth of milk, flooding not only the vault itself but their hideout as well through the portal connection. Meanwhile, just behind them, the colossal blob of goop that had once been the gnoll still rolled around, now having plenty of delicious protein and calcium to gorge herself on in addition to all of the valuables that she hadn’t yet broken down into yet more mass for herself, ensuring that the three of them could keep the cycle going for at least as long as it took for them to physically occupy every inch of space available… and with the kobold already buried by his package, the demoness stranded atop a pair of perpetually-swelling tits and the gnoll-slime becoming ever more vast and all-consuming, it wouldn’t take too long before this happened.
At least it served as a surprise for the wizard, who came back to his tower to see not a large stone edifice that he spent so many years tending to, but a massive crater where it once stood, one occupied by what looked to be a large ocean of bubbly slime from which a colossal penis and pair of breasts were protruding, a sight that left him so confused that it took a few moments for the old man to process just what exactly he was seeing. The anger he knew he should feel had been stifled by the sheer bafflement of what should not be there, but clearly was, and it took until he tried to detect magic for him to realize just what had happened, and just who had destroyed his home. He didn’t even know whether to be mad beyond belief that the curse didn’t work as advertised or to just sit down and despair at his life’s work being completely ruined by a group of horndogs who didn’t know how to keep their kinks in check. Being splashed by milk didn’t help… nor did the wave of spunk that splattered him against a tree and glued him there for the time being.
Of course, none of this mattered for the prior thieves, who had given themselves completely to the allure of their own desires, given up even trying to resist. In their minds, the wizard would eventually return and put everything back in its place, so why bother resisting?
Best just enjoy it while it lasted.
