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Slime Bloat Infusion
🕑 Added 2025-07-12 17:56:08 +0000 UTCSlime Bloat Infusion
The echo of Raven’s footsteps faded into the gloom of the dungeon, a place shrouded in shadows and barely touched by light. She wandered slowly, toying with her magic as she walked. Small coils of dark energy swirled between her fingers. She felt calm, in that deep subterranean silence, her emotions were still. Her pale skin glowed faintly in the dimness, almost luminous, as if drawing in the darkness around her.
Suddenly, a viscous sound was heard approaching. It was a translucent, gelatinous, greenish shape. It was a slime; it was large, much larger than normal, and it emitted a greenish glow that stood out sharply against the darkness.
Raven turned sharply, taking a defensive stance as she sensed the creature’s intent. It lunged at her with surprising speed. She tried to raise a barrier—but too late. The slime surged forward, wrapping itself around her soft fat body.
She fought to contain it, managing for a few strained seconds. But its strength was unnatural—overwhelming. This was no ordinary slime. It was something... else.
Failing to subdue it with her powers, Raven felt the slime seize its chance. A thick stream forced its way into her mouth and the rest of her body. Slithered eagerly down her frame—coating her thigts, her abdomen, her arms in a glossy, viscous sheen. A part of its slimy body began to sink into her navel with deliberate pressure.
Raven shuddered.
Her belly swelled, as if it were growing from within. Her hips widened rapidly, as if her body were responding to the slime's desire to expand her.
“Mmphh… nnnhg…” She tried to speak, to resist, but the slime was thick and persistent, muting her voice.
And yet—it didn’t feel like an attack.
It was as though the creature wanted to shape her, to feed her from the inside out. With each rhythmic surge, her body inflated beyond human proportions—full, plush, and trembling with weight. The more she could feel that dense, gelatinous sensation expanding with excitement.
Her belly had already ballooned so far forward that her knees buckled beneath the weight. She collapsed with a wet thud onto the cold stone floor. The echo of her labored breathing filled the chamber. Her breasts swelled and heaved with every breath, so large now that they pressed against one another in a soft, jostling battle for space.
She was growing, and the slime had no intention of stopping. The slime coursed lustfully across Raven’s pale skin, gliding over every new fold, every inch of softness it had helped create. It seemed endless.
Heavy minutes passed. Raven kept swelling—filled relentlessly, stretched beyond recognition. Eventually, her resistance against the slime faded, replaced by a quiet surrender… and in her eyes, a flicker of guilty pleasure emerged.
No one could blame her.
Her body had become a colossal, spongy mass—a living monument mesmerizing to behold.
Hours passed.
Her arms barely peeked out from beneath the pillowy folds of flesh, and her legs had vanished entirely under the immense weight of her belly, now a mountain-sized dome that extended far beyond her field of view. Her bust had blossomed into two massive, rounded hills resting atop her gigantic torso, surrounded by ring upon ring of soft fat.
Bathed in the slime’s verdant glow, her body shimmered with life and hunger—an endless cycle of growth.
How far will Raven continue to grow? Though the end of her expansion remains unknown, one thing is certain: She will keep growing until space itself gives out and it will be an absolute unit overflowing with fleshy pleasure
by: @anotherwolfboy (Twitter)
