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Soft Squishy Snuggable Scurrier Steals Supplies
A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream (12/3/16). This story was won by 
icefyer, who wanted to put a little spotlight on his adorable Scurrier Thomas, who is this soft cuddly little rodent with a robot brain that has a bit of an addiction to inflating himself. And while there's nothing wrong with that, it is a bit naughty of him to waste ship supplies like that.
Thomas is © his player.
Word Count: 1316
Soft Squishy Snuggable Scurrier Steals Supplies
Mission: Begin!
Espionage is a hard task for some people, but for the l33t skills of a skilful Scurrier, this would be a piece of cake. Moving Solid Snake style, the sneaky little green space rodent kept to the walls, a spy tune hummed under his breath as he moved from wall to wall, his head and backpack arms looking in all directions for possible line of sight defences. Snipers are the worst, as you never you know you got one until that red dot is pointed square between your eyes. Looking to the roof, there were no snipers, but, there could always be invisible snipers. Making a “Bzzjew” noise, the rodent activated his “infrared vision”, and found no snipers. “Area secure, preparing to sweep the next sector” the critter uttered under his breath as he scurried on all fours, chubby belly bouncing against the floor.
“Thomas is in a good mood today” an onlooker remarked casually to the person they were talking with.
Scuttling about, Thomas kept his back firmly to a wall as he spied around the corner, being sure to check for invisible snipers down the hall. Thankfully the area was clear, which just made you question where the sneaky buggers could be. “Perhaps I should detect for hidden walls” the Scurrier uttered, a nanotech arm banging cautiously on the walls. “Hmm, seems like a first level dungeon. There wouldn’t be hidden walls here” he noted thoughtfully.
With the area secure once more, Thomas scuttled along to find his main goal: The Supply Room. No doubt a treasure trove of Scum treasure could be found inside, if there even was real treasure. Being notable con-artists, you could never trust one to tell you if a diamond was real or not. Nodding to himself fiercely, the Scurrier lifted his legs and kicked his way through the automatic doors, landing in a lopsided kung-fu pose. “Can I help you Thomas?” the attendant of the supply room inquired.
“Yes shop keep. I’d like one canister of your finest compressed oxygen canisters please” Thomas replied.
“Why?”
“A wizard never reveals his secrets” the rodent replied.
“You aren’t going to use it to inflate yourself are you? Because that’s what you did with the last few canisters. Remember Incident One? So, I must ask again, what do you need this canister for?” the attendant requested.
“I have a spacesuit that needs to have its oxygen resupplied to it” Thomas answered.
“Alright then, fair enough” the transhuman nodded, and revealed a small water bottle-sized metal canister from behind the counter, and handed it to the rodent.
“Much obliged shop keep” the Scurrier declared and gleefully scuttled off.
“You’re welcome” the attendant murmured as he went back to what he was doin- “Wait… Thomas doesn’t even NEED to breathe” they realized.
Unable to believe that actually worked, Thomas ran as fast as he could, the canister of compressed gas clasped tightly in his nanotech arms. A month of oxygen, an entire month! That’s how much this little baby held, and now… it was all his. Ignoring everyone who waved to him, the rodent was completely hell-bent on achieving his next task, returning to his quarters. Thankfully he hadn’t seen anyone of a high enough rank to really take the canister off him, and in no time he was back at home base. Automatic doors letting him in, he was quite relieved to find it unoccupied, meaning his roommate was absent and on his own mission. Sighing with relief, the rodent locked the doors of the room, and settled in as he rolled onto his back. Several mechanical arms keeping him balanced, Thomas gleefully held the canister to his body as one would hold a lover or a box of chocolates.
Planting the container’s tap to his mouth, the Scurrier happily opened it halfway, allowing a rush of compressed air down his throat. Suckling it gleefully, Thomas could already feel his air bladder inflating like a balloon, which could only mean one thing~ Patting his middle with his hind legs, the rodent could already enjoy the feel of his body inflating outwards like a big ol’ balloon. Rubbing his stretching fuzziness with his toes, the Scurrier sat back and relaxed as he grew in size rapidly. There was so much compressed oxygen within the tank, and soon it would be in his middle. Thomas shuddered as his diminutive form kept inflating and expanding, his belly rising up and up and out and out in size, until it alone was already equal to the rest of him in size. Willing an extra pair of arms into action, the rodent played his taut belly like a drum, his furry belly ringing with subtle bwomps as it rocked and bounced about. Oh yeah, that was the rush he was looking for, and he was hungry for more. Switching the tank on to full blast, an enormous rush of gas forced its way in, his middle rocketing in size as it rounded out into a beautiful green ball. Rubbing it with as many hands as he could, Thomas groaned happily from the constant rush of air filling him, his swelling verd sphere dwarfing his limbs. Oh, it was so big, so full, but there was plenty of space left, and plenty of gas in the tank. Growing more and more as he inflated with gas, soon the Scurrier was completely buried beneath his swelling girth. Limbs and head planted beneath the enormous bouncing orb, Thomas allowed a small smile in appreciation of his size. So big, so very big, and bigger it will soon be as he continued to gulp down air.
Inflating outwards, his middle was really starting to fill out the rest of the room, as one of his sides was already starting to brush against his roommate’s bed. Oh lore it was so wonderful to keep inflating like this, to feel his form swell with all that wonderful gas. Losing himself to his fantasy, Thomas continued to inflate, his balloon belly bouncing and rocking against everything as it clipped the side of the bed, and started to pile on top of it. It was even reaching towards the spot where his small bed was as well. The room was starting to get a little snug from all his wonderful size, and the roof was starting to look a little close to as his middle brushed against it. Thomas shivered from the touch of cool metal against him, but it was worth it as he lay lost beneath his gigantic middle. Grow, grow, GROW! he pleaded to it, wanting it to keep going and going. He wanted all that gas in him, and he wanted to be completely smothered in his inflated fluff, as he was now as it stretched over him, a cosy pocket forming around his head and the canister. In no time at all the rodent was close to filling up the entire room, with every wall and object smothered by his enormous body. Private Quarter Room Unlocked! “Oh dear.”
On the other side of the door, Thomas’ roommate was returning to his room. And upon the door opening, he was knocked back by a sudden expansion of taut, stretched green fluff. “Oh Thomas not again!” they groaned as they struggled with the rodent’s still swelling belly. “I’ve had a long day damn you!”
Grunting hard, they couldn’t get past the ever-growing wall of inflated Scurrier. Sighing loudly, they had to make a call. “Could you get someone to my room…? Yeah. It’s Thomas again.”
While a little annoyed at being caught out so soon, the rodent decided to make the most of it. So leaning his head against a nanotech arm, he continued to suckle the canister happily with the knowledge that this was one well he had barely even begun to tap.
icefyer, who wanted to put a little spotlight on his adorable Scurrier Thomas, who is this soft cuddly little rodent with a robot brain that has a bit of an addiction to inflating himself. And while there's nothing wrong with that, it is a bit naughty of him to waste ship supplies like that..:Rated general for:.
>InflationThomas is © his player.
Word Count: 1316
If you enjoyed the story, feel free to comment and fave, I'd really appreciate it.Soft Squishy Snuggable Scurrier Steals Supplies
Mission: Begin!
Espionage is a hard task for some people, but for the l33t skills of a skilful Scurrier, this would be a piece of cake. Moving Solid Snake style, the sneaky little green space rodent kept to the walls, a spy tune hummed under his breath as he moved from wall to wall, his head and backpack arms looking in all directions for possible line of sight defences. Snipers are the worst, as you never you know you got one until that red dot is pointed square between your eyes. Looking to the roof, there were no snipers, but, there could always be invisible snipers. Making a “Bzzjew” noise, the rodent activated his “infrared vision”, and found no snipers. “Area secure, preparing to sweep the next sector” the critter uttered under his breath as he scurried on all fours, chubby belly bouncing against the floor.
“Thomas is in a good mood today” an onlooker remarked casually to the person they were talking with.
Scuttling about, Thomas kept his back firmly to a wall as he spied around the corner, being sure to check for invisible snipers down the hall. Thankfully the area was clear, which just made you question where the sneaky buggers could be. “Perhaps I should detect for hidden walls” the Scurrier uttered, a nanotech arm banging cautiously on the walls. “Hmm, seems like a first level dungeon. There wouldn’t be hidden walls here” he noted thoughtfully.
With the area secure once more, Thomas scuttled along to find his main goal: The Supply Room. No doubt a treasure trove of Scum treasure could be found inside, if there even was real treasure. Being notable con-artists, you could never trust one to tell you if a diamond was real or not. Nodding to himself fiercely, the Scurrier lifted his legs and kicked his way through the automatic doors, landing in a lopsided kung-fu pose. “Can I help you Thomas?” the attendant of the supply room inquired.
“Yes shop keep. I’d like one canister of your finest compressed oxygen canisters please” Thomas replied.
“Why?”
“A wizard never reveals his secrets” the rodent replied.
“You aren’t going to use it to inflate yourself are you? Because that’s what you did with the last few canisters. Remember Incident One? So, I must ask again, what do you need this canister for?” the attendant requested.
“I have a spacesuit that needs to have its oxygen resupplied to it” Thomas answered.
“Alright then, fair enough” the transhuman nodded, and revealed a small water bottle-sized metal canister from behind the counter, and handed it to the rodent.
“Much obliged shop keep” the Scurrier declared and gleefully scuttled off.
“You’re welcome” the attendant murmured as he went back to what he was doin- “Wait… Thomas doesn’t even NEED to breathe” they realized.
Unable to believe that actually worked, Thomas ran as fast as he could, the canister of compressed gas clasped tightly in his nanotech arms. A month of oxygen, an entire month! That’s how much this little baby held, and now… it was all his. Ignoring everyone who waved to him, the rodent was completely hell-bent on achieving his next task, returning to his quarters. Thankfully he hadn’t seen anyone of a high enough rank to really take the canister off him, and in no time he was back at home base. Automatic doors letting him in, he was quite relieved to find it unoccupied, meaning his roommate was absent and on his own mission. Sighing with relief, the rodent locked the doors of the room, and settled in as he rolled onto his back. Several mechanical arms keeping him balanced, Thomas gleefully held the canister to his body as one would hold a lover or a box of chocolates.
Planting the container’s tap to his mouth, the Scurrier happily opened it halfway, allowing a rush of compressed air down his throat. Suckling it gleefully, Thomas could already feel his air bladder inflating like a balloon, which could only mean one thing~ Patting his middle with his hind legs, the rodent could already enjoy the feel of his body inflating outwards like a big ol’ balloon. Rubbing his stretching fuzziness with his toes, the Scurrier sat back and relaxed as he grew in size rapidly. There was so much compressed oxygen within the tank, and soon it would be in his middle. Thomas shuddered as his diminutive form kept inflating and expanding, his belly rising up and up and out and out in size, until it alone was already equal to the rest of him in size. Willing an extra pair of arms into action, the rodent played his taut belly like a drum, his furry belly ringing with subtle bwomps as it rocked and bounced about. Oh yeah, that was the rush he was looking for, and he was hungry for more. Switching the tank on to full blast, an enormous rush of gas forced its way in, his middle rocketing in size as it rounded out into a beautiful green ball. Rubbing it with as many hands as he could, Thomas groaned happily from the constant rush of air filling him, his swelling verd sphere dwarfing his limbs. Oh, it was so big, so full, but there was plenty of space left, and plenty of gas in the tank. Growing more and more as he inflated with gas, soon the Scurrier was completely buried beneath his swelling girth. Limbs and head planted beneath the enormous bouncing orb, Thomas allowed a small smile in appreciation of his size. So big, so very big, and bigger it will soon be as he continued to gulp down air.
Inflating outwards, his middle was really starting to fill out the rest of the room, as one of his sides was already starting to brush against his roommate’s bed. Oh lore it was so wonderful to keep inflating like this, to feel his form swell with all that wonderful gas. Losing himself to his fantasy, Thomas continued to inflate, his balloon belly bouncing and rocking against everything as it clipped the side of the bed, and started to pile on top of it. It was even reaching towards the spot where his small bed was as well. The room was starting to get a little snug from all his wonderful size, and the roof was starting to look a little close to as his middle brushed against it. Thomas shivered from the touch of cool metal against him, but it was worth it as he lay lost beneath his gigantic middle. Grow, grow, GROW! he pleaded to it, wanting it to keep going and going. He wanted all that gas in him, and he wanted to be completely smothered in his inflated fluff, as he was now as it stretched over him, a cosy pocket forming around his head and the canister. In no time at all the rodent was close to filling up the entire room, with every wall and object smothered by his enormous body. Private Quarter Room Unlocked! “Oh dear.”
On the other side of the door, Thomas’ roommate was returning to his room. And upon the door opening, he was knocked back by a sudden expansion of taut, stretched green fluff. “Oh Thomas not again!” they groaned as they struggled with the rodent’s still swelling belly. “I’ve had a long day damn you!”
Grunting hard, they couldn’t get past the ever-growing wall of inflated Scurrier. Sighing loudly, they had to make a call. “Could you get someone to my room…? Yeah. It’s Thomas again.”
While a little annoyed at being caught out so soon, the rodent decided to make the most of it. So leaning his head against a nanotech arm, he continued to suckle the canister happily with the knowledge that this was one well he had barely even begun to tap.
Category Story / Inflation
Species Rodent (Other)
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 268.2 kB
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Haha. To be fair, the scum swarm he's a part of is the Carnival of the Goat, which is known for having bodies "catering to nearly every imaginable fetish, and even some that aren't", so that might be why he's not punished any more harshly than confiscating the tanks. Hell, some people might even get the tanks for him and then sleep on the resulting green furry bed.
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