Slime Inflation - Part 2

Sorry for the delay on this one, but I wanted to get this done before moving onto a new story. In fact, we'll do a story poll later this week once I've got a few more ideas to post. In the meantime, enjoy the thrilling conclusion to Slime Inflation!

It was hard to move, but despite his bulk, Giancarlo found that it wasn’t impossible to place one foot in front of the other, although the ground beneath him shook with every monumental footfall. The shaking of the ground was only matched by the shaking of his body, which jiggled much like the slime he had only recently been forced to consume.

Giancarlo wondered about that even as he ponderously wandered the dungeon searching for his fellow adventurers. What did the slime have to gain by forcing itself down his gullet? To him, it seemed like a sort of suicide. Certainly, it affected Giancarlo mightily--he couldn’t bend down to even pick up a sword let alone wield it, but he was still alive, still mobile, and still theoretically able to complete his quest and escape the dungeon.

Admittedly, his only option to defeat even an animated skeleton would be to crush it under his bulk, but he was prepared to sacrifice his considerable body if it meant freedom for his soul.

It turned out to be unnecessary, however. After some time searching for either an exit or his friends, Giancarlo didn’t encounter a single zombie, troll, or vampire lich. The dungeon was eerily empty, filled only with the loud, squelching sound of the paladin’s fat feet padding along the stone floors.

Hours went by before Giancarlo heard a familiar voice behind him say: “Looks like the slime got him.” The words were immediately followed by an animalistic snort.

Turning his immensely cumbersome form took roughly the same time as it did for a horse cart to flip directions, but eventually, the paladin spotted the smirking face of Rin, the party’s rogue. Behind him was the minotaur that had carried Rin away some time ago, a permanent scowl on its bestial features making it impossible to gauge its intentions.

But not Rin. The rogue had always carried himself with a comedic air, and he sauntered forward with a grin as he theatrically examined Giancarlo’s new circumference.

“Wow,” Rin breathed. “The Slime really did a number on you, huh?”

“No thanks to you,” the paladin spat back. “Where were you while I was being force-fed into becoming a gelatinous blob?”

“Getting to know my friend here better. A lot better.”

The minotaur snorted. Now that Rin was out of the way, Giancarlo could see the beast in all its naked glory. Impressively muscled even for an adventurer who’s witnessed the strength of the Northern barbarian tribes, what truly drew the paladin’s eye was not the beast bullhead or the slabs of beef that made up its chest and torso, but the even more impressive sheathe and paired orbs that swayed with the minotaur’s breathing.

“Seems like you’d like to know my friend a bit better too,” Rin quipped. Only then did the enormous paladin realize that he’d been staring, and on top of that, his oversized manhood had begun to fill out. As fat as he was, there was no mistaking even the slightest arousal from a hog as thick as his.

“I suspect the big lug has some magic pheromones since I’d not even contemplated a male lover until this bull came along. I can tell from experience that he’s gentler than he looks.” Another smirk, but the rogue wasn’t wrong. Giancarlo found the beast undeniably alluring despite his vow of celibacy.

Without a word, the minotaur clopped forward, extended a three-fingered hand towards the paladin’s rounded breast, and squeezed. The rough contact was enough to send a jolt to Giancarlo’s groin, a rush of blood, and an unmistakable sensation of a colossal shaft rising.

“I’ve… taken a vow…” Giancarlo stammered, but the minotaur merely snorted in return.

“Don’t think he cares. And besides,” Rin walked around the paladin and gently slapped a teste the size of his head, “these things will need to be emptied pretty soon or you’ll burst.”

That was enough to draw the paladin’s attention away from the amorous bull. “What?”

“You didn’t know? It’s how slimes reproduce. For the next little while, every time you spunk will make a little baby slime.”

The thought of filling the dungeon with even more monsters didn’t instill the paladin with as much excitement as before his transformation. “Will I… shrink back?”

“Oh, no,” Rin replied with another smirk. “You’ll have to lose this wagon wheel the old-fashioned way. But at least your balls won’t explode.”

“Wonderful,” Giancarlo groused as the minotaur’s paws began to fondle him in earnest, it's hot breath covering the paladin’s neck as the beast’s pheromones continued to work on Giancarlo’s will. Soon, Giancarlo felt himself stiffen to his full obscene length, his shaft swollen so thick that it even lifted the apron of his massive belly.

Meanwhile, the minotaur had moved behind Giancarlo and had parted the paladin’s titanic buns. Giancarlo couldn’t see behind himself no matter how far he tried to twist his head, but he could feel a hot, hard length begin to fill the space that had opened between his ass cheeks, and it felt almost as obscene as the paladin’s own manhood.

“Go easy on him, big guy,” Rin said from behind Giancarlo. “You’re probably taking his cherry.”

The minotaur snorted in reply as Giancarlo felt something like an arm start probing his backside looking for an entrance. It soon found it, and with one violent thrust, the minotaur’s head poked inside along with a goodly portion of its shaft. Giancarlo knew in his old body he’d have been skewered beyond his body’s ability to contain, but in this new form, it felt almost… comfortable.

On top of that, the paladin’s colossal girth cushioned the beast’s violent thrusts. Rather than be battered senseless by the impossibly muscled creature, Giancarlo’s body absorbed the force and dissipated it throughout his form. Like a chef’s gelatin dessert, every part of Giancarlo wobbled and shook--even the parts of him that were directly adjacent to rock-solid erection.

It was beyond grotesque, but Giancarlo couldn’t deny that the combined sensation of his apparently loose hole being violently buggered by this beast along with the feeling of his fat apron jiggling along the length of his hard shaft felt beyond anything he’d ever experienced. Soon, the paladin even added his own self-lubricant to the situation as his slit leaked pre-cum, although tinged a shade of almost sickly green.

The minotaur’s thrust never abated, but the beast adjusted his stance several times to ensure maximum penetration. He wrapped his powerful arms around as much of the paladin as it could (which was barely half of Giancarlo’s circumference) and used the obese knight’s own reciprocating motion to supercharge his thrusting. Like waves building upon one another, the two massive creatures reached a sexual crescendo roughly at the same time.

As the minotaur grunted a very cow-like sound, Giancarlo’s shout echoed throughout the dungeon. The paladin felt his behind overflow with the beast’s seed, some trickling down his rump and inner thigh, but this was nothing to what erupted from Giancarlo’s tumescent staff.

Bright, vibrantly green cum shots flew several feet to impact the stone of the far wall. Rope after rope of the paladin’s corrupted ejaculate splattered everywhere before coalescing into small, round blobs that squelched their way deeper into the dungeon to lay in wait for their own adventurers to overcome and infect.

Considering the paladins’ vow of celibacy, it was easily the most powerful orgasm Giancarlo had ever experienced, but even so, he was horrified at the thought of being part of the downfall of future adventurers.

Eventually, the last of Giancarlo’s slime brood erupted from his cock, a few dribbles of green remaining as inanimate ectoplasm rather than predatory goo.

Giancarlo noticed that much of the tension had left his testicles, but his form hadn’t changed at all. He was still nearly spherical, still possessing a manhood that would put most claymores to shame, and still apparently had the capacity to take a minotaur’s full length without even a hint of pain.

With a shlorp, the minotaur extracted himself from the paladin’s backside and clopped over to the rogue who had watched the entire proceedings with an obscene grin. “Well, that was quite the show. How’s it feel to be a brood mother to slimes, big man?”

Giancarlo considered for a moment. Then he grunted dismissively and waddled to pick up what remained of his equipment. At his size, it would be a very long walk back to town.