FatScene Request: OC's Merice ( @FatStayNight ) and Zaiva (
@NerevarMoonStar ) get caught by a fattening dart trap in a dungeon.
Merice and Zaiva trudged through the labyrinthine stone hallways of the underground temple they'd discovered, their packs clinking with loot and artifacts.
"This is totally the way out!" Merice assured Zaiva, giving her an affectionate glance, her eyes shining in Zaiva's black and white darkvision. Her fit figure was well on display in her dancer-like outfit.
"Merice, my love, I don't think we've come this way before." Zaiva's voice was velvety and confident, echoing through the seemingly empty hall. Her voluptuous form was encased a close-fitting black leather bodysuit that ended halfway down her shapely thighs.
"Well, I don't hear or see any more undead..." Merice noted. "I think we've cleared this place out, so full sail ahead!" Merice teleported through the gloom, jumping from dark corner to dark corner using her shadowdancing abilities. "See? We're all clear!" As she jumped back to Zaiva's side, the pair simultaneously set their boots down on a loose stone plate that dropped downward half a foot when trod upon. There was soft shwoomf! as a pair of darts fired from the end of the hall, lodging themselves in Merice's exposed belly and Zaiva's thigh.
The pair jumped in shock, pulling the offending needles out of their flesh. "I thought you were keeping an eye out for traps, Merice!" Zaiva groaned.
"I just defused that tripwire back there! I thought you were! I'm on monster and treasure-spotting duty now!"
"Well, I don't feel anything at least. I must have shrugged the poison off already!" Zaiva uttered confidently as her rump began to gain new contours of volume. Her belly pooched out against her one-piece outfit, joined by new heft in her breasts.
"I actually feel great!" Merice assured, her softening thighs beginning to bulge against her fishnet stockings. "Wait..." A soft swishing could be heard as the shadowdancer's stocking-clad thighs rubbed against each other, the back of her skimpy blue skirt rising upwards against the outrush of rump flab she was gaining. "Something feels off..."
Zaiva looked over. "Lovely, you're twice your size!" she exclaimed, stopping to reach out and squeeze a handful of Merice's burgeoning belly flab.
"W-wha?" Merice looked down; her stomach was growing outward, pushing forward to kiss Zaiva's. Leathery creaking filled the quiet of the dungeon as the thief's body widened in two dimensions, her hips spreading farther and farther outward while an increasingly lush cleavage line squeezed itself out over the top of her catsuit.
"This isn't good; maybe we should run for it!" Merice offered, her bosom swelling gently but comparatively subtly compared to Zaiva's burgeoning melons.
"Do you expect us to burn this off as we go?" Zaiva snarked, picking up her pace alongside her lover. The pair's forms jiggled and wobbled, gaining extra bulk with each of their increasingly heavy footfalls. In a few steps, Merice's thighs went from thick and curvy to overburdened and densely buttery, developing tracts of thick cellulite as her hips began to sag downward, forming saddlebags that connected to an increasingly shelf-like, heart-shaped bottom.
Beads of sweat began to run dot both women's bodies as they advanced, their faces growing fuller and sprouting double chins. "It'll stop soon, right?!" Merice hoped.
"Does it sound like it's stopping?" Zaiva asked, her catsuit tearing down the thighs and splitting down its upper chest. Several of the black threads of Merice's fishnets snapped and popped open, releasing asymmetrical bulges of doughy, pale purple softness.
"We won't fit through the damn doors at this rate!" Zaiva groaned, feeling her rump beginning to peek out from the bottom of her clothing, revealing a set of tight crimson underwear that was rapidly being sucked between her voluminous, rounded cheeks. Both of their exposed arms gained mass, thickening and becoming plush and doughy. Sweat dripped off their expanding frames to rain down upon the dungeon floor.
Merice slid forward using her shadowdancing, appearing several feet ahead of Zaiva to inspect an intersection. Zaiva found herself mooned by her partner's doorway-clogging rump, which was somehow even more stocky and massive than her own expanding assets.
"Don't you dare leave me!" Zaiva exclaimed, her bosom heaving in and out as she gasped for breath.
"I'm just...huff...spotting a way out!" Merice answered. "Besides, shadowdancing is easier than waddling!" Fat was blooming over Merice's boots as her kneecaps sunk into plush dimples. Her gut was beginning to hang down now, turning from a convex pooch to a miniature, drooping apron that was nonetheless dwarfed by her expansive lower frame. Her stockings continued to burst like over-tightened lute strings.
"If you teleport to the wrong place, you'll get those hips wedged somewhere you can't squeeze out of!" Zaiva's own belly was sucking in the leather of her outfit, outlining her belly button as she moved. More tears began to appear down her outfit, releasing thick side and back rolls into the open air. "So, which way is it?"
"You're right; we haven't been this way before!" Merice decided. "I have no idea!" Her skirt popped at its side, tumbling down her increasingly pillarlike legs.
Zaiva tried to pick up the pace, shifting her growing body as much as she could. Each step opened a new rent in her clothing, turning it into a mangled webbing that let out increasingly more bulges of deep purple flesh. Her breasts had swollen beyond the size of cannonballs, quaking and sloshing before her left breast finally burst free from her clothes and flopped outward, revealing a plump, squishy nipple that dripped sweat. Merice's chest was beginning to strain her top as well, her once modest bust size having tripled in girth.
The pair rounded a corner at the intersection, their hips bumping against each other as their clothes continued to fail. The seams of Merice's sleeves burst as Zaiva's other breast exploded free of her suit. "Help me heft these, will you?" Merice asked. "I can't run if they're twinging my back like this!"
"I'm exhausted as it is!" Merice answered, staring at Zaiva's enormous, quaking bosom. "And I doubt we'll be able to move well in tandem like that..."
Exhausted, the pair finally stopped moving and collapsed onto their cellulite-dimpled rumps, sending jiggles through their dizzying curves. Their comparatively sized middles spread out naked over their ample thigh flesh. "Just a quick rest..." Zaiva exhaled.
"Yeah...just a fast one!" Merice agreed, wiping sweat from her brow. "It'll stop any second now, I can just feel it!" The pair rested against each other, bringing their heads together in exhausted affection as their bodies continued to expand.