Arch wasn’t sure when he had fallen asleep- only that he was now waking up tired and groggy, arms restrained to his sides and his stomach pushing down on his legs. The sweet smell of that sugary, cold, green slime was growing familiar to him at this point, and he was afraid to open his eyes at the realization of where he might be, yet… there was sound, the slorshes of heavy boots kicking around pules of the stuff.
He opened his eyes to what once might have been a grand castle hallway; the brickwork half-digested by the foul ooze that made up half the place he had been trapped inside. His stomach churned slightly in nausea as he looked down at himself, feeling just how full every limb had been swollen with the surrogate fat. He risked a glance directly forward to see that women- the same, over-weight slime-filled women standing besides a alter, looking down at him.
He opened his mouth to speak, and could only gag on the leftover, cold stuffing that was still filling his every nick and cranny, feeling as if he let it out, he might never be able to clamp his mouth shut again. He gurgled in discomfort, trying to move his legs, stuck as he was inside of the slime-coated floor.
He watched in slow, dawning horror as the women began to dance, the orb placed within the center of the alter humming to life with a sickening green energy, the slime-cultist’s girth slowly shrinking, as the sound of humming machinery and churning slime echo’d across the entire room. He tried to pull himself free with yet more vigor, finding himself simply unable to move, his stomach beginning to loudly gurgle and bubble alongside the rest of the room’s hellish, ooze-like noises.
His new mistress was upon him in seconds, scooping up a handful of slime from floor, holding it tantalizingly in front of the slowly-growing fatass. He tried his best, hesitating and flinching, but eventually he gave out. Obediently opening his mouth in acceptance, with a deep, heavy gulp once the fistful of jammy ooze had been shoved into his waiting maw.
He struggled to resist whatever maladiction had been placed on his mind as he sat there, willingly taking mouthful after mouthful of gulps to fill him even faster, the pleasure of being so big, the lazy gluttony of having his stomach and every limb filled, even the coldness the ooze had been imparting onto him didn’t feel so bad, his mind fighting off going completely blank under whatever spell had been cast on him…
