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Prompt of the Week - Week 25
🕑 Added 2020-12-13 14:30:40 +0000 UTCTAGS: Weight Gain, Medusa, Blob, Hyper
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Having sentient snakes for hair was never something she enjoyed, but something she had to deal with regardless. It made for some rather awkward moments during social gatherings, especially when they unilaterally decided that they were hungry and had to do something about it, to say nothing of how they were always rude to everyone who she met that happened to either be or even remotely look like a rodent. They were utterly impossible to control, hence why Petra took to bundling them up in a ponytail and stuffing them beneath a hat, beanie, or anything that might quiet them down for even a single moment. It wasn’t the best of options, but it was the only thing she had, and it… mostly worked. She could only hope that they were kept under control during her date that evening; she had been looking forward to it for months now, fawning over finally getting to make Jake in person after such a long time chatting with them on the other side of a computer screen. Petra even took the time to spruce up and put on a little make-up, something she rarely did even for the finest of occasions; having a reputation for being able to petrify people with a glance did wonders for how much people paid attention to her face.
It was a beautiful autumn’s day, there were even leaves floating about in the wind! The sun was shining, but not too brightly, temperatures were warm enough to only justify a jacket on top of a shirt and that part of town was so quiet that Petra could often close her eyes and bask in the silence of it all, occasionally broken by a dog barking or someone shrieking about a medusa walking down the street; the usual stuff. Her destination was a café that the two had agreed upon, one at which she was arriving at least two hours ahead of schedule, such was her excitement. She sat down on the balcony outside, drawing a curious look from the staff, who were still very much preparing to open the establishment in a few minutes’ time; Petra waved and mouthed the words “It’s ok, carry on,” as best as she could before turning her attention to the street, interlocking her fingers and placing her hands gently on her lap.
Jake was… something. Just thinking about him was enough to make her blush and have her mind wander, be it to his glorious mane of non-serpentine hair to the many, many body pics she had stored in a nondescript folder that absolutely wasn’t opened on a regular basis at around the same time every night. Not that it was just physical, of course; the husky was well-versed in a variety of subjects so wide that even Petra, with her hundreds of years of experience, felt slightly inadequate about her own lack of knowledge. Never in her life did she think that she’d ever be able to meet someone who could switch from discussing the themes of Tolstoy’s and Dostoyevsky’s works to a random diatribe about the history of medieval English heraldry in a way that seemed anything less than clunky, and yet there she was; the medusa could very well sit down and just listen to that hunk talk for hours on end, content in absorbing the knowledge he handed out with as much care as one might breathe, all while not-so-secretly admiring that glorious body of his. It honestly made her feel hot and bothered just thinking about it, enough that Petra had to be careful not to fidget around in her seat too much, lest someone think she be doing something less than wholesome. Clearing her throat, she returned to reality, only to realize immediately afterwards that her stomach felt painfully empty; checking her clock, the ‘dusa looked back and attempted to sneakily glance at what was happening behind the still-closed doors, failing her stealth check quite miserably and receiving some very annoyed looks by one of the workers sweeping the floor, who tapped their wrist with two fingers.
Embarrassed beyond belief, Petra attempted to focus on literally anything else; unfortunately for her and everything else around her, the best way she’d found to distract herself was to play around with the snakes in her hair. While rowdy and eminently asocial, they were still nice company whenever she was alone, and with no one else on those streets at that hour, the best she could do to get her mind off that hunk was to take her beanie hat off and let her “locks” flow freely. Almost immediately, the many tiny heads began hissing at the top of their tiny, tiny lungs, demanding to be fed and that their hunger be sated; almost immediately, Petra regretted her actions, and would’ve put the scrunchy back on if not for the fact that her own belly was telling her much of the same. It felt unfair to punish the little gals for something that she was feeling as well; thus, while it did scare off a few potential customers once they got close enough, the medusa spent her time twirling her serpentine hair in her fingers as she allowed her mind to drift away once more to the land of make-believe.
Thinking about what she and Jake might do once finally together was something that Petra had spent far too much time on; ever since the possibility of a meet-up in person had been brought up, the medusa had fantasized about it on a nearly daily basis, especially regarding the many indoor activities the two could get up to… assuming her hair didn’t get in the way. Someone like him, with the sort of workouts he got up to, could probably go for long enough that her very high standards would be blown clean out of the park, a thought that, by itself, already left her feeling like putting her hands somewhere that wasn’t on her head. With cheeks flushed, the only thing stopping her from acting on the urges making themselves well-known to her was the fact that she was still in public; otherwise, her neighbors back at home would be hearing a very loud series of moans coming from within her bedroom.
With her eyes closed and her teeth biting into her tongue in order to keep herself from doing something undignified, Petra… began to lose control over the snakes in her hair. This was an unfortunate reality when it came to creatures like her, who had to exercise a great amount of willpower to hold back their symbiotic companions whenever they weren’t physically restrained; stuck thinking about all the ways that her prospective lover could bend her legs over her head and rut her until she couldn’t walk straight, it was slightly difficult for Petra to tell her girls to behave, and this had immediate, and rather unfortunate results on the environment around her.
Despite their diminutive size, the hair-snakes were voracious eaters, never finding it in them to stop devouring whatever food happened to be in range. Given the medusa’s rather unique biology, what constituted “food” was also a much wider and far-reaching category than it was for most people; Petra’s companions would just as easily and happily snack on a plate of fries as they would chow down on a particularly nutritious-looking rock, and they would do so with as much ease as well, being possessed of extremely sharp and durable fangs. It wasn’t that surprising for her when she was in her home, looked away for a couple of minutes, then turned around to see that a significant chunk of her desk was now missing, and her own belly had bloated up to match. It wasn’t good, nor did she like it, but it was sadly enough not surprising.
And that day wasn’t going to be different.
With their mistress distracted by her own thoughts, the tiny serpents went to work finding whatever they could to sate their ravenous appetite, starting with the very table that Petra was sitting at. Extending from her scalp, the tiny snakes took bite after bite of the wooden surface, operating at a surprisingly quick pace, enough that, without the medusa consciously stopping them, the whole thing was gone in under a minute, and Petra had suddenly become pudgy enough that her shirt was riding up her bloated belly. Somehow, she completely missed this, giving her hair an opportunity to keep going; truth be told, it was impossible for them to ever feel satisfied, impossible for the black pit of hunger within them to be filled, because they had no stomachs or functional digestive systems of their own. How could they ever feel full if there was nothing there to fill?
Thus, they kept going, stretching outwards to nibble and bite at whatever happened to be in range, be it unopened parasols, chairs, floorboards, even spare menus that had been placed for the paying customers to take a look at. The commotion had attracted the attention of the workers inside… who promptly turned around and ran into the backroom to call their manager, and possibly the police. Not like they could do much, given that the only person who had the slightest chance of stopping the ravenous hair-serpents was herself too busy attempting to keep her libido in check, while simultaneously failing miserably at it and ending up falling deeper and deeper into her increasingly-lurid daydream; while Petra ran through every possible scenario involving that hunky husky and everything they could do to her, the medusa’s body was filled with whatever mass and nutrition could be garnered from eating the outdoor upholstery, resulting in quite a bit of fat settling around her belly. Distracted as she was, Petra failed to notice anything was happening at all until her hair turned to eat the chair she was sitting on; the ensuing fall, at the very least, was enough to break her out of her stupor and bring her straight back to reality.
She was about to say something utterly undignified when the tipping point was reached and then handily flown over; whatever semblance of control she might’ve had over her own body had vanished the moment she allowed her symbiotic snakes to run wild for more than a single second, and now that they tasted… well, not exactly food, but something, there was no stopping them. With the chairs and tables devoured, it was time to go after the balcony itself, the medusa’s living locks tearing up the floorboards and gobbling down whole chunks of them, never satisfied, eternally hungry; all Petra could do was turn around and loudly apologize to the bemused and terrified employees staring at the scene from behind a closed door, one that was promptly ripped off its hinges the moment one of the serpents bothered to look in its general direction. The more they ate, the fatter the medusa got… and the bigger they themselves became, thus initiating a vicious cycle where the ravenous little things grew until they weren’t quite so little anymore, allowing them to take bigger and fuller bites out of their surroundings. Within a few short minutes, what had once taken several nibbles to consume was now being devoured in a single gulp, entire sections of the balcony and the pavement around it being ripped apart and vanishing into the engorging monsters wriggling on and around Petra; each one was as large as a fully-grown python and only growing larger still, while Petra herself had quickly gone from svelte, to pudgy, to fat, and now quickly encroaching upon the outright obese, all while still growing bigger and wider with each bite that her hair-snakes took. Meanwhile, she couldn’t make up her mind on whether to bemoan the fact that her hard work in getting rid of all the pounds she gained from the last incident was now wasted, or that Jake seeing her like that would probably make him instantly turn around and never think about her again; she paid no heed to the fact that her colossal rear had become heavy enough to collapse what remained of the elevated wooden platform she was on, nor how her hair was outright assaulting the building the café was built into. Screams were heard in the distance and above her as the tenants ran for their lives, the coiling creatures protruding from the top of Petra’s head smashing their way into their homes and devouring anything that wasn’t nailed down, and everything that was for good measure as well!
Distressingly quickly, the medusa’s body became a mountainous blob of rolling fat, tiered and stacked onto itself, while her feet vanished underneath the legs they were supposed to support, both of which had widened to the point where her old self could probably lie on top of one of them and still have room to roll around. This was still nothing compared to that colossal belly slung out in front of her, one that glorped and churned loudly enough to be slightly embarrassing, one marked by and coursed through by shockwaves whenever another load of raw mass was dumped into her, courtesy of one of her not-so-little gals chowing down on a large block of concrete or half of a living room’s worth of furniture. Panic had settled all around her, and soon people would be running in every direction but towards her, hoping to find some refuge from the impending disaster. It wasn’t the first time that Petra had lost control like that… nor the second, nor third; being such a long-lived creature, she’d had plenty of opportunities for “incidents” to occur, and ever since moving to her current home, the poor thing had to go through at least half a dozen indiscretions that required a great deal of excuses, a greater deal of monetary compensation, and a whole lot of working out to get rid of the extra pounds. But those had been relatively minor compared to what was going on around her at that time, enough that Petra should, by all means, be genuinely terrified about what would happen to her… if she weren’t slightly busy being aroused by the whole thing. Despite knowing, intellectually, that she was going down a path that she couldn’t come back from, the medusa couldn’t help but feel the best she’d ever had, enough that her face was bright red and her lips had to be kept consciously closed to avoid any unwholesome sounds escaping from them; so what if Jake saw her like this? She looked good, or at least thought she did, amidst her haze of gluttonous consumption.
Stuck atop her adipose throne, it was easy for Petra to lose track of both time and her own size, giving even more free reign for her living hair to go wild on her surroundings. Cars were flipped over and their undersides torn off, thrown upwards into the air only to fall down into waiting mouths, all while other serpents dug into what remained of the chassis. Whole sections of the road were torn away just so a handful of the snakes could get to the pipes underneath, breaching through the reinforced metal to the bounty waiting inside of them, turning into living hoses; each gulp brought gallons upon gallons of refreshing water into Petra’s body, which suitably softened up and sloshed until it looked and felt more like an overinflated water balloon than anything else… that is, until the buildings on the other side of the road began to be torn down, bringing her back to a more solid consistency. Control was no longer something she had, nor anything she could so much as think of; her living locks had gone wild, entering a feeding frenzy that they literally could not stop even if they wanted to. Not only were those not-so-tiny snakes possessed of naught but the simplest of animal brains, but without any real stomachs to feel, each bite they took only made them hungrier; the only way to stop them would be for the medusa herself to gorge on whatever she needed to feel sated, and at that point, even she had issues believing that was a possibility. She just wanted to eat; eat and eat until there was nothing left around her to eat anymore, eat until her bloated body covered everything around her, spilling over and onto whatever remains were left of the city and its surrounding landscape.
An honourable goal, and one that she was well on her way to achieving. Not only did Petra already block the road completely, one cheek pressed against the remnants of the diner, the other pushing against an apartment block across the street, but her body had fattened up to the point where her head was poking up from above the rooftops despite her still being sat down, courtesy of an ass so wide that dump trucks were no longer an adequate measure for comparison… and neither were buildings after a short while. Petra had progressed from simply accepting what was happening to her to outright demanding that it go even harder, her enthusiasm reflected in how much her living hair tore down what remained of the city block around her. Walls were ground to dust and slurped up, vehicles devoured in a single gulp, literal tons of mass eaten and turned into yet more delicious, wobbly pudge to coat her body with. The medusa was now commanding her enormous serpents to go forth and consume the rest of the city, even as it became harder to see it, given that her head was sinking into her own neck’s fat. It didn’t matter; just as long as she was fed, just as long as her body continued to bloat and turn into a monument to self-indulgence, that was all that mattered. In fact, why wasn’t her head fully buried underneath her own self? Clearly this could only mean her snakes had to redouble their efforts, until her neck was not merely pressing against her cheeks and chin, but outright climbing over them, until the light of the sun vanished when the only thing stopping her from being buried in a cocoon of neck fat were the very snakes making it happen in the first place.
But it still wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
She needed more.
