Sergeant Wolf grimaced as the bottle continued to shove itself into his mouth. He could feel a ghostly hand rubbing his throat to make him swallow the concoction.... It had been several minutes of fighting, but due to being out of shape he had already lost his breath.

The potion he was ingesting made him feel... hot. At least, he thought it did. He could feel beads of sweat dripping down his head, tail, belly, etc.... Though, he never knew he had sweat on his tail.

The bottle finally finished itself and dropped to the ground with a quick, albeit loud, crash. The ghost hand stopped rubbing his throat and rested itself atop his belly, causing Sarge to look down at himself....

Was his belly getting bigger? He could feel it slowly sinking lower and lower down his midriff until he swore he could feel it touching his knees.

"Wh-what was that? A fat gain potion?!" He gasped, finally able to breathe without a bunch of strange-tasting liquid being shoved down his throat.

A voice came from around him. He couldn't pinpoint its location, but it seemed to ignore him. "By walking in, you've volunteered to guard my secret treasure!"

Sarge opened his mouth to protest, but another bottle shoved itself into his maw, causing him to lose his train of thought.

"Drink it all up, Sergeant Wolf!"

Sergeant Wolf's eyes lit up. This person knew who he was? So this was... planned? But why? Was Sergeant Wolf this person's enemy?

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The goo on the ground shuddered and rumbled as skull floated around in its mass. It had been sitting on the ground for days now, trying to make a cohesive form of itself. The best it could muster was the remnants of a werewolf's head, a set of arms, and feet... but that was only because those were the few remaining bones it had in its body. The amorphous blob slowly lifted itself up so it was sitting. Folding its arms, it grumbled.

Something had woken it up, and it knew exactly what that "something" was. It sighed, trying to show its best indignation without eyes. The fact things could be shoved into it now, compared to a few days ago, was very unsettling to it.

Ever since its vocal chords turned to goo, it was unable to mention its disdain for what happened to it.

"Hey, are you pouting again? I saw you beforehand, minion! And you LOVED to eat people... what makes it any different now? A few enemies here, a few bits of food there, it's all a part of becoming a good slime!"

The goo was frustrated... when did it get reduced to "minion". It'd been such a big deal before, but now it was just another slime in this person's dungeon. It lowered its head deeper into its body.

"Want me to make you mindless as well, minion?" The voice cackled as a pizza was shoved into the goo's back. "All my slimes need to be fat enough to block doorways -- so don't give me your attitude!"

If the goo was able to speak, it would've stayed silent anyway. This person was merely jesting about making the goo mindless, right? Gurgling with dismay, the slime looked down at its belly.... It certainly had grown bigger over the past few days.... It was curious about how big it had to get before the master would stop shoving food into it... but it also wanted to know how it would be made mindless.

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This is part of my "Bigger Belly Project"! In this instance, someone gets turned into goo and then stuffed with food to fatten them up.

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Sergeant Wolf/ Art/ Story (C)  pikminpedia Me