After a long hiatus, the Khaan + Aiko story is back! Apologies for this chapter taking so long, I just got burnt out on it and I am still struggling to keep up the motivation as not only do I not have a solid idea of where I want to go with the story, but just general creative burnout as well (hyper focused on something for like a week or two, then get completely burnt out on it). I am open to suggestions as to what to do with the story and maybe some suggestions as to what to add as well (more slime/goo content?). Also just a heads up before reading, there is a little bit of vore and slime inflation in this chapter so if you’re not a fan, apologies. Anyways, let the story resume!
The soot black cloud around Khaan vanished, causing her senses to gradually return. She peered around to notice the familiar interior of Aiko’s bunker. Nothing had changed since last time, not even the compact scroll Aiko had been scribbling on yesterday. She found Aiko reclining in his padded armchair while he was only slightly out of breath. Next to him was the charred hardback book he had been copying spells from yesterday.
“So, how was work, today?” Aiko daintily set the burnt book beside his armchair.
Khaan let out an exhausted sigh “Boring as normal, though a lot more enjoyable thanks to your comfy armor.”
“Glad to hear you liked it.” Aiko nervously tapped his fingers together “So, do you…”
Before Aiko could finish, Khaan already said “Yes! I can’t wait!”
Aiko lazily pushed himself out of the armchair “Alright, remember some of the things from what I said yesterday?”
“Take off the armor while you cast some spells on yourself?” Khaan clasped her hands together in anticipation.
“Yes, but try to keep in mind where your horns are, and I also…” Aiko peered sheepishly at the floor “I also have to, take, off my mask.”
Khaan was too excited to notice Aiko’s nervous behavior “Alight, I’ll go ahead and get this armor off. Be right back!”
She rushed down the staircase and opened the sliding door to Aiko’s bedroom. She quickly darted toward the center of the room, peering around the vacant room to see if any of the furniture would inhibit or aid her undressing. Among the items in the room were a fairly used ornate bed, a metal dresser typically found onboard ships, and a vibrant movie poster showcasing a chubby hylotl female rubbing her own belly. None of them would be of any use to her so she started to dismantle the armor sections. She unfastened the leather straps connecting the chestplate and leggings, before pushing down on the rim of the leggings. The top of the armored pants had barely even hit the floor before she had slid off the polished chestplate. She rushed back up the narrow staircase to the main room expecting an eager Aiko waiting for her. Instead she found him sitting in the same padded armchair, a mystical glow around his torso along with their face being covered up by their covered arms
Aiko anxiously spoke “J-just don’t open your eyes until I say so, ok?”
Khaan’s excitement faded along with her enthusiastic tone “Aiko, what’s wrong?”
“It’s, the…I-I just don’t want to see my hideous face.” Aiko leaned further back into the seat as if to get away from her.
Khaan slowly approached Aiko “Hideous? How so?”
“It, It just looks awful, ok?” Aiko continued to squirm back into his chair.
Khaan shrugged “Well unless your face somehow can’t function like normal I don’t see any reason for you to be so insecure about it.”
“What?” Aiko’s arms loosened a little “Wha-what do you mean?”
Khaan gestured irritatedly as she spoke “Why are you obsessing about how your face looks? If something works, it works, it doesn’t have to be pretty to do its job. If you can still smile, cry, talk, all that stuff, then there’s no reason why you should be so obsessed with how it looks. I don’t get why people obsess about appearances and stuff like that.”
“A-alright, but, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Aiko gradually pulled his insulated arms away to gradually reveal his face. Numerous patches of mismatched flesh and bulging veins covered his disfigured face. Only the area around his left eye and a section of his left cheek remained unscaved and healthy compared to the rest of his scarred face.
“S-see, it looks horrible.” Aiko let out a soft sobbing while he covered his face again.
Khaan daintily placed her hand on his scarred cheek “Hey hey hey, it’s fine see? You can cry like anyone else, your face is fine.”
“Y-you don’t care how it looks?” Aiko shifted his burnt fingers so that his unscarred eye looked out at her.
Khaan shook her head “Of course not, I don’t get why everyone is so obsessed with how something looks. Function should come first, not be sacrificed to make something look better.”
“Please, I-I don’t want to hear you lie just to make me feel better.” Aiko moved his fingers back in front of his eye.
“I’m not,” Khaan took a slight step away from him “remember when I first put on the armor?”
“You…” Aiko paused as his mind sifted through its memories “You cared more about how it felt, than how it looked, r-right?”
Khaan eagerly nodded “Exactly, in my eyes your face is more beautiful than anyone else’s since it works just as fine even in spite of what happened.”
Aiko wiped the tears that had flowed down his cheeks “Th-thank you Khaan. Do you, still…”
“Not if you’ll be distressed by doing it. I feel bad for causing you all this trouble.” Khaan started to gaze at the staircase.
“I-It’s fine, I probably should have told you in advance.” Aiko stood himself up and took a deep breath. He stood idle for a second while he mustered all the strength he could find.
“Alright, here it goes.” Aiko wrapped his arms around Khaan’s slender waist and heaved her off the frigid ground. He tilted his head back while painstaking hoisting her above his body, keeping his jaws agape as he gently lowered Khaan down into his awaiting throat. His neck bulged outward as more of Khaan’s body passed through Aiko’s mouth and his weary legs started to shudder from exhaustion. Khaan leaned her head back to keep her horns from piercing the stretched flesh of Aiko’s throat, along with letting his hand press down on her forehead to hasten her descent. Finally his agape jaws clamped shut and to the sound of a forcible swallow, Khaan found herself slipping into a darkened abyss. She felt the malleable throat muscles nudging her down what felt like an infinitely long throat.
A Maya-blue glow started filling the cramped interior and she felt herself sliding to the side as opposed to down. Suddenly the cramped throat gave way to a cavernous belly so massive that she briefly found herself in freefall. Her body splashed into the deep glowing pool and she found herself submerged in the revitalizing water. Stress and exhaustion faded from Khaan’s mind as she let herself gently float to the surface. She peered at the spacious gut interior illuminated by the mild radiance of the spring water.
Aiko’s muted voice penetrated the stomach walls “How does it feel down there?”
Khaan let out a satisfied exhale and closed her eyes to nap.
“Oh no no no this isn’t good, uh, tap once if yes tap twice if no.” The calming water sloshed around a little while Aiko’s voice became more panicked.
Khaan dragged her eyes open and lazily tapped once on the stomach wall
Aiko’s voice and the fluid inside started to settle back down “Oh thank goodness you’re ok, I-I was worried something happened to you.”
“I’m sorry I made you worry, I was just enjoying the spa so much.” Khaan blissfully drifted on the water surface
“It’s ok I just haven’t done this before so i don’t…” Aiko paused for a considerable time “Wait what is tha-hurfph.”
Khaan felt a pang of concern and worry “Aiko? You ok?”
Only the sound of panicked muffling replied back. A glob of slime dripped down from the stomach roof, splashing into the serene water before quickly dissolving. She peered up at the stomach roof, a slight amount of bizarre slime dripping down one after the other.
Curiosity filled Khaan’s voice “Aiko what’s going on?”
No response but a terrified gurgling and the sound of a viscous fluid, presumably the same slime that was dripping down into the stomach, sloshing around inside some container. Though the enchanted water kept Khaan from freaking out, her mind still remained concerned with what unknown event was occurring to Aiko. Time passed and still no response came from Aiko
“Aiko what is…” A familiar soot-black cloud began to envelop Khaan and she started to feel her bodies’ senses fade again. She wanted to calm herself down by speaking aloud but had to suffice with mentally telling herself that it was ok. She felt everything briefly fade away before she sensed her body enlivening once again.
Splotches of sickly green slime coated the bunker interior in a dripping mass of sludge. Nearly the entire cauldron was covered in this goo, the faint remnants of an enchanted rift at the bottom of it. She turned around to see a gargantuan mass of a person she hardly recognized as Aiko. His arms and legs were bloated to a completely unusable size looking more like puffy balloons than actual limbs. His massive gut was inflated to such a size that a compact car would take up less size than it. For a moment Khaan thought Aiko had been fattened to this size especially considering the familiar sickly green slime dripping off his heavy cheeks. That was until Aiko tried heaving himself forward, causing his humongous body to jiggle like a giant piece of jelly. Khaan could easily tell it was not fat given how vigorously it shook back and forth, behaving more like gelatin or liquid rather than fat.
Khaan stood shocked “Aiko? Wha-What happened?”
“I, I don’t know, this slimy tentacle just came out the cauldron and started…” Aiko softly whimpered “I’m sorry, this was supposed to ease some of your stress not cause more!”
Khaan gently patted his bloated belly “Aiko relax, you didn’t make me more stressed. At worst I was concerned and a little scared since I didn’t know what was going on with you. Besides the spring water bath felt wonderful and I feel no where near as stressed as before.”
Aiko visibly blushed “S-sorry if this, uh, seems a bit off topic, but could you keep doing that?”
“Keep doing what?” Khaan peered up at Aiko’s scarred face
“The, eh, belly pats. Esbac…Espe…Especially since I um, can’t really move at all.” Aiko tried moving one of his inflated arms with no success.
Khaan nodded and continued softly patting Aiko’s enormous belly. He closed his eyes and let out a delighted ‘aaah’ in response. Out of curiosity, Khaan pressed her toned arm into Aiko’s abdomen. An icy cold feeling greeted her as her hand sank into the gelatinous gut causing her to violently jerk her arm backwards. The area vigorously jiggled around once again. Just as she suspected, the slime did not convert itself into fat but rather seemed to use Aiko like some fleshy balloon. She reviled it, wishing Aiko had been turned into a gigantic blubbery mass rather than a slime-filled balloon. Khaan clenched her frigid hand with her tepid hand, trying to heat it back up.
“Why’d you stop?” Aiko’s eyes swiftly opened.
“It’s not comfortable at all.” Khaan loosened her grip on her now warmed hand “I was hoping it would be mushy and warm like fat is, not a frigid ball of jelly.”
“Is that why you like fat so much? I thought you just liked the size of it and the way it felt was just a side benefit.” Aiko stared at his humongous belly.
Khaan shook her head “Again, function over looks. I personally don’t care how big they are, just how warm and soft their fat is.”
“Well I don’t exactly have any slime to lard conversion spells.” Aiko glanced at his inflated arms “Not like I would be able to cast them anyways.”
Khaan walked towards the scribe table “Is there anything I can get for you?”
“No, just, let me enjoy this.” Aiko let out a relaxed sigh and closed his exhausted eyes.
Khaan gently patted Aiko’s belly “Sleep tight.”
“Watchtower to all available units, any visual or traces of the subject?”
“Remoria calling, Negative from us, no traces of slime residue or lingering magic.”
“Phillip responding, nothing in this sector either.”
“C’mon, how does something that big and out-of place just vanish like that?”
“Andrea reporting, I’ve got something. A bit of teleportation magic residue coming from underground not too far from the watering hole monster.”
“Good find, anything else?”
“Seems like a bit of slime residue as well, though I don’t see a cave entrance anywhere nearby. I’ll set up a monitor anchor to see if it moves or not.”
“Alright, all units report back to base, the search is over, for the mo…”
“Sir, another case of a slime warp approximately 3 klicks east of my location.”
“Copy that, all units secure that creature and try not to get blobbed.”
Yeah this story feels like it’s going all over the place for me as well. I have all these ideas and descriptions but I am having trouble trying to organize them. I also am starting to find myself running out of motivation to work on this, especially considering the low amount of likes on my recent posts. Now that I think about it, I probably should have left it as a “one-and-done” or a 2-3 part series rather than going for a story as long as this. However this is unfortunately the last part of the story as not only do I not know where to take the story, but I also feel as though continuing it any longer would dilute/ruin things more than it already has been. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed the story all the way through!
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