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"...Is there a reason why the Victory Fanfare song is playing so off key?"
T-Bone doodles the best birds and I love nearly and dearly his sweet cinnamon bun of a Chocobo known as Wednesday. So I did what I do and wrote about her!
Just a goofy tale I wrote for Max way back when for Macro March and of course I commissioned him to doodle a picture to accompany it!
You can find the rest of the stories/requests I wrote alongside this here: Macro March: Sizable Scribbles
Art by and story for T-Bone
Find more Wednesday here!
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/50409161/
“We're how overleveled for this?” Terry incredulously asked. Brow cocked, the armored dragon winced as he and his erstwhile companion trudged through water logged lowlands of Dravania. A backhand here, and a swish of his tail there, was all it took for the powerful paladin to bat away the feral flora and fauna that plagued this place.
“Kweh kweh kweh...” Wednesday unconvincingly answered with a shrug.
“Wednesday! I. You. Seriously, why are we here?” Lips scrunched, Terry let his snaggle teeth sink into his lips as a steady pitter patter of rain tunked against his armor. Overgrown Sharlayan ruins, their pristine white marble contrasting sharply against the boggy wetlands this abandoned colony had all but collapsed into, towered over them. Curious Korpokkurs peeked out from the moss covered fountains that sat in disrepair atop abandoned verandas while enormous dragonflies, flitting among the rain drops, cast their beady and compound eyed gaze towards the dragon and Chocobo both.
“Kweh kweh! Kweh kweh kweh?” Feathery hands clasped together, Wednesday's eyes sparkled at the thought of what awaited them.
Terry regarded his closest companion's out and out glee with measured concern. “So after the whole, you know, saving the world business Sharlayan is looking to open up to outside world once more. Which is... I guess that's a noble enough endeavor to help with?”
Finger held up before her, Wednesday excitedly elaborated with one whistling chirp after another. At length she relayed how the Sharlayans wished to reestablish outposts, ones in which they would not abandon at a moment's notice, so that they might slowly but surely wean themselves off of their crouched and isolationist mindset. So that they might interact with and ingratiate themselves with the wider world once more.
“Right. Okay. And the reason why you neglected to tell me I had been voluntold for this until now was becausssse?”
“Kweh kweh kweh!” the Chocobo cheerily replied with no shame whatsoever.
“...Because you knew I'd say no?” Shoulders slouched, Terry blankly stared at the Chocobo's shapely backside. “Wednesday.”
“Kweh kwehhhhhhhhhh!” Hands held out to her sides Wednesday excitedly jazz handsed at an imposing dome like structure balanced precariously atop massive sets of roots. Though it rose above the bog it had long since been devoured hale and whole by nature. Vines and leafy tendrils dangled out from every shattered window. Mosslings, gorged and happy on the moisture and suffocating humidity, matted their mossy and spherical forms against the slick marble walls. An utterly gargantuan tree, its canopy having punched clean through the roof, shrouded the root tangled structure in its shade.
“No,” Terry curtly replied as his brows furrowed at the site of the Saint Mocianne Arboretum. His eyes irritably traced along every seedkin, every plantlike monster imaginable, that called this place home. Gods. There Morbols, Mosslings, Korpokkurs, and Ochus milling about on the stairs alone!
Tail feathers swishing behind her, Wednesday simply clasped Terry's hands between her own and dragged him forward.
“Noooo.”
Smile spread wide across her beak, Wednesday picked up the pace as she hoisted Terry up onto her back. Her scaled feet splished and splashed excitedly through the surrounding bog as she hummed her own mount music.
“Nooooooooooo,” Terry pitifully whined as the vaunted Warrior of Light was all but kidnapped by his faithful Chocobo. Howling in protest he tried to wiggle free to no avail as Wednesday clamped her arms tight around his legs.
QUEST ACCEPTED?
Arms crossed about his chest, Terry pouted when he was set down within the dingy lobby of the Saint Mocianne Arboretum. Once a premiere horticultural laboratory, a shining star of Sharlayan research, it had fallen into utter disarray as, upon being abandoned on short notice, the samples stored inside had done nothing but grow wildly out of control. What were once hallways were now indistinguishable from the densest of jungles. A flooded lake, crowded with lily pads, was all that remained of an atrium.
“Kweh kweh kwehhhh,” Wednesday reassured him as she hefted him up and buried him in a crushing hug.
Legs kicking impotently at the air, and her shins, Terry harrumphed as the Chocobo nuzzled him with her beak. “They wanted what from us now?” he bitterly sighed. Brows pulled flat, and scaly ridges carved into his brow, shades of crimson nevertheless pierced his scaly green cheeks as Wednesday's cuddles grew ever more affectionate and thankful.
Beads of drool formed along the sides of Wednesday's beak as she fondly recalled their mission directive. “Kweh kweh kweh!”
“... They didn't specify how they wanted the Arboretum cleared out did they?”
“Kweh kweh!”
“Of course they didn't,” Terry sighed. He grudgingly returned the hug as he came to rest his chin on her shoulder. “So those stuffy scholars want us to weed whack, huh? Carve a safe enough path for them to mosey on in and salvage what they can?”
The Chocobo emphatically nod nod nodded.
“Annnd you need me here why again?”
“Kweh kweh kweh kweh!” Wednesday chirped with a playful boop.
“Have you ever thought about *not* getting yourself into trouble? About *not* needing me to clean up whatever whimsical mess you've gotten yourself into this time?” Terry grunted when the Chocobo set him down and dismissively pap pap papped his horned head.
“Kweh kweh kweh?” she teased as she let her hands come to rest upon her hips.
“Fun is not the word I would use,” Terry grimaced. “Come on then,” he said with a roll of his eyes as he unsheathed his sword and clanked it loudly against his shield. “Let's get this over with.”
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“Wednesday! The whole point of the Tank is to. Oh forget it.” Tail drooping behind him, Terry could only watch as Wednesday rushed ahead of him yet again. Throwing herself into a throng of Mosslings, their spherical forms nudging and kicking at her, the Chocobo gleefully spread her beak wide and inhaled one after another after another. Wednesday's appetite and appreciation for Seedkin bordered on the obsessive. No matter the risk, no matter the danger, she would seek them out and sup on them.
Glurk. Gulp. Ulp. With every throat straining swallow, every stomach straining urf, Wednesday methodically whittled down the mob of Mosslings.
Kneading at his forehead, Terry reluctantly popped one Clemency after another as he healed whatever boo boos and bruises the ravenous Chocobo accumulated in the process. “Why am I enabling you again?”
“Kweh kweh kweh,” Wednesday huffed as the last of her flavorful foes fell.
Blushing madly, Terry averted his gaze while the overstuffed Chocobo waddled over to him and lovingly leaned into him. His shoulder plates ominously crumpled and shifted beneath her welling weight.
“Kweh...” Urfing, the overstuffed bird panted as she loosened the buttons on vest. Her once petite bust casually overflowed her lacy black bra and stretched her crimson attire well beyond recognition. Her drum stick legs, scrawny yet well toned in the not so distant past, noisily clapped together with every heavy footfall.
Terry's knees buckled as all of that weight, and more, bore down upon his back. “We good? Finally willing to let me tank the lead? Wednesday you can't possibly eat your way through everything.”
Feathery fingers brushing against her distending stomach Wednesday shrilly chirped otherwise. “Kweh kweh kweh kweh.”
“Attitude has nothing to do with it!” Grunting, Terry took to prodding at her spherical and stretched taut stomach. “Look at yourself!”
BWOOOOOMP
To the draconic Paladin's horror Wednesday's heaving tummy deflated at his very touch and effortlessly reverted back into a washboard. Its contents, nigh instantaneously and quite noticeably, went right to her thunderest of thighs. Sweating, Terry fearfully regarded the fact they were now as thick as he was.
“Kweh kweh kweh?” Wednesday teased as she took to thrumming her fingers along her rumbling stomach.
“...Just let me lead the way,” Terry grumpily retorted. “Let the Tank, you know, tank?”
“Kwehhhh,” the Chocobo relented with a shrug.
“Thank you,” the Paladin snarked with no small amount of relief. Sighing, he took to jogging through the claustrophobic and ivy smothered hallways.
THOOM THOOM THOOM
He swallowed hard at the muted sound of Wednesday's broad feet crunching the vine caked tiles beneath them. Gods. If he let Wednesday take the initiative again, forcing him to take up the rear and let his view be obscured by that rotund and ever swelling rump of hers, he very well might never take it back.
Their footsteps, any and all sound muffled by thickets of coiled ivy, boomed into deafening echoes when they stepped out into a clearing. The domed ceiling, scraping at the very sky, stretched up and out before them. Pinpricks of sunlight forced their way through gaps that the gargantuan tree, rising up through its center, had punched through. Atrophied branches, covered in all sorts of parasitic and shade loving mosses, hung perilously low while the remnants of an atrium spread out before them.
Terry wordlessly nodded back at Wednesday as he cautiously slunk down what passed for a beaten path. His armored leggings clanked noisily against what handful of tiles remained. “Wonder what this used to be?” the dragon mused to himself. Casting his gaze this way and that he hummed at the stony husks of abandoned chairs lined up haphazardly along the sides of the path. Gnarled roots, and untamed flora, had all but buried them. “Some sort of classroom? An auditorium, maybe?” he pondered. If so maybe that meant there was a...
Eyes gone wide, the Paladin gasped as he skid to a halt.
“Kweh kweh?”
“N-nothing! Nothing at all!” Terry stammered. Standing on his tip toes he backed up into Wednesday and desperately tried to block her view. Teeth clenched he hoped, he prayed, she hadn't caught whiff of what was nesting on the abandoned stage before them.
“Kweh?” Wednesday irritably chirped as she let her behemoth breasts whumpf down atop Terry's head and send his legs crashing down through the tiled floor. “Kweh kweh kweh... KWEH!”
Masses of coiling and thorny vines hugged tightly to the all but collapsed wooden supports of the stage. More importantly though were what those sickly green tendrils contained. Buds. Sprouts. Hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of them. Their telltale bulbous shape, and noxious odor, meant only one thing.
“Malboros,” Terry muttered in dread disbelief. He... he had never seen a seedbed this thick and rife with them before. Not even the Aurum Vale, in all its horror, compared to this! Hands clasped against the side of his head the dragon recoiled at the sheer size of them for good measure. These barely formed shoots already rivaled the size of what a fully formed bulb ought to be. Just how big did they grow the bastards here?!
“Wednesday. Look. I know this never has, and never will, be your strong suit but we need to exercise some restraint here. You remember what happened in Elpis don't... you? Wednesday?”
“KWEH!!!” Stars in her eyes Wednesday hurtled herself into the stage with abandon. An explosion of feathers and crimson cloth wafted up from the Chocobo upon impact.
“Wednesday! Would you...” Wiggling impotently in place, Terry tried and failed to pull himself up and out of the ground. Buried up to his ankles in dirt and mangled roots he wiggled side to side to no avail. Oh no.
ROMPH
Plucking an underripe shoot clean off the vine, Wednesday stretched her beak open as far as her jaw would allow. Brows furrowed she forced the cloying and poisonous Seedkin, as big as her head, into her maw.
“Wednesday! No!”
Head tilted back, and gasping for air, the Chocobo banked on gravity picking up the slack.
“Augh. Dammit!” Slashing at the floor, Terry desperately tried to free himself.
Tears beading along her eyes Wednesday grunted and coughed as her throat bulged beyond belief. Inch by inch the Malboro shoot slid down her gullet. With a desperate gasp it tumbled down into her stomach as Wednesday fitfully drank in every breath she could.
BWOOMP
As Wednesday stifled an unladylike burp, and an noxious miasma spilled out from her clamped shut beak, the Chocobo visibly surged up and out with an ominous creak. After catching her breath... Wednesday promptly treated herself to seconds.
NOMPH
The second shoot went down easier than the first. With a satisfyingly throat straining swallow the Chocobo sighed contentedly as she took to patting at her distended stomach. It groaned, it creaked, with every swallow as she stretched it well past its limit. Yet it hungered for more.
OMPH
Dropping to a kneel, big bird butt resting atop her heels, Wednesday went back for thirds. Fourths. Fifths. Every gulp, every glurk, every swallow sent her inching up and out. Sent her clothing screaming as thread by thread her vest and shorts pulled apart in a cacophony of rips and tears.
Terry, trapped and increasingly panicked, had nothing to show for his efforts. Wednesday's prior boobhatting had bound and trapped him in place. With dread, and perhaps a bit of reverent awe, he watched as her body violently rumbled with every swallow. How the creaking of her own ballooning body drowned out the creaks of the collapsing stage. How her hulking form, no longer content with plucking individual shoots off the vines, had instead taken to slurping them up whole like fibrous strands of spaghetti.
“Kweh... kweh...” Wednesday's booming voice huffed as her heaving stomach, spilling out across her thighs, gurgled and distended marginally further with every swallow.
Oh no. Shield held aloft before him, Terry immediately popped the most powerful tool in his arsenal. Hallowed Ground. A shimmering a reflective shield of magic immediately enshrouded his body.
URP
And not a moment too soon for a wall of miasma, pink and sparkling, erupted out from the Chocobo's maw. Her 'Sweet Breath', so it was called, washed over the abandoned auditorium in a wave of pernicious and paralyzing poison. Plants wilted. Roots coiled up. Flowers were reduced to sickly stems as every petal popped free.
“Kweh kweh...” Wednesday bashfully mumbled between mouthfuls of Morbol vines as she continued to slurp them up.
Teeth grit, Terry withstood the onslaught. As the wave of miasma passed, and his shielding fell away, the Paladin was relieved to discover he had managed to shrug it off. After countless disasters and near misses he had finally survived it without so much as a scratch! No poison, no paralysis, no debuffs!
BADOOMP
BWADOOOONP
A wall of bird butt quickly disabused him of the notion.
CRSHHHHH
Sighing contentedly, Wednesday dreamily slurped and sucked down the last of the vines as what remained of the Arboretum's domed roof tumbled off of her head and shoulders. Smacking her beak the overengorged and bloated Chocobo tiredly leaned back into the base of the gargantuan tree that she now rivaled in size. “Kweh? Kweh kweh?” she yawned as the beginnings of a food coma rapidly overtook her. This was clear enough for those stuffy Sharlayans, right?
Pancaked flat under Wednesday's enormous and swelling behind all Terry could do was mumble indignantly into her rear as her fat feet cupped around him.
QUEST FAILED SUCCESSFULLY
T-Bone doodles the best birds and I love nearly and dearly his sweet cinnamon bun of a Chocobo known as Wednesday. So I did what I do and wrote about her! Just a goofy tale I wrote for Max way back when for Macro March and of course I commissioned him to doodle a picture to accompany it!
You can find the rest of the stories/requests I wrote alongside this here: Macro March: Sizable Scribbles
Art by and story for
T-BoneFind more Wednesday here!
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/50409161/
“We're how overleveled for this?” Terry incredulously asked. Brow cocked, the armored dragon winced as he and his erstwhile companion trudged through water logged lowlands of Dravania. A backhand here, and a swish of his tail there, was all it took for the powerful paladin to bat away the feral flora and fauna that plagued this place.
“Kweh kweh kweh...” Wednesday unconvincingly answered with a shrug.
“Wednesday! I. You. Seriously, why are we here?” Lips scrunched, Terry let his snaggle teeth sink into his lips as a steady pitter patter of rain tunked against his armor. Overgrown Sharlayan ruins, their pristine white marble contrasting sharply against the boggy wetlands this abandoned colony had all but collapsed into, towered over them. Curious Korpokkurs peeked out from the moss covered fountains that sat in disrepair atop abandoned verandas while enormous dragonflies, flitting among the rain drops, cast their beady and compound eyed gaze towards the dragon and Chocobo both.
“Kweh kweh! Kweh kweh kweh?” Feathery hands clasped together, Wednesday's eyes sparkled at the thought of what awaited them.
Terry regarded his closest companion's out and out glee with measured concern. “So after the whole, you know, saving the world business Sharlayan is looking to open up to outside world once more. Which is... I guess that's a noble enough endeavor to help with?”
Finger held up before her, Wednesday excitedly elaborated with one whistling chirp after another. At length she relayed how the Sharlayans wished to reestablish outposts, ones in which they would not abandon at a moment's notice, so that they might slowly but surely wean themselves off of their crouched and isolationist mindset. So that they might interact with and ingratiate themselves with the wider world once more.
“Right. Okay. And the reason why you neglected to tell me I had been voluntold for this until now was becausssse?”
“Kweh kweh kweh!” the Chocobo cheerily replied with no shame whatsoever.
“...Because you knew I'd say no?” Shoulders slouched, Terry blankly stared at the Chocobo's shapely backside. “Wednesday.”
“Kweh kwehhhhhhhhhh!” Hands held out to her sides Wednesday excitedly jazz handsed at an imposing dome like structure balanced precariously atop massive sets of roots. Though it rose above the bog it had long since been devoured hale and whole by nature. Vines and leafy tendrils dangled out from every shattered window. Mosslings, gorged and happy on the moisture and suffocating humidity, matted their mossy and spherical forms against the slick marble walls. An utterly gargantuan tree, its canopy having punched clean through the roof, shrouded the root tangled structure in its shade.
“No,” Terry curtly replied as his brows furrowed at the site of the Saint Mocianne Arboretum. His eyes irritably traced along every seedkin, every plantlike monster imaginable, that called this place home. Gods. There Morbols, Mosslings, Korpokkurs, and Ochus milling about on the stairs alone!
Tail feathers swishing behind her, Wednesday simply clasped Terry's hands between her own and dragged him forward.
“Noooo.”
Smile spread wide across her beak, Wednesday picked up the pace as she hoisted Terry up onto her back. Her scaled feet splished and splashed excitedly through the surrounding bog as she hummed her own mount music.
“Nooooooooooo,” Terry pitifully whined as the vaunted Warrior of Light was all but kidnapped by his faithful Chocobo. Howling in protest he tried to wiggle free to no avail as Wednesday clamped her arms tight around his legs.
QUEST ACCEPTED?
Arms crossed about his chest, Terry pouted when he was set down within the dingy lobby of the Saint Mocianne Arboretum. Once a premiere horticultural laboratory, a shining star of Sharlayan research, it had fallen into utter disarray as, upon being abandoned on short notice, the samples stored inside had done nothing but grow wildly out of control. What were once hallways were now indistinguishable from the densest of jungles. A flooded lake, crowded with lily pads, was all that remained of an atrium.
“Kweh kweh kwehhhh,” Wednesday reassured him as she hefted him up and buried him in a crushing hug.
Legs kicking impotently at the air, and her shins, Terry harrumphed as the Chocobo nuzzled him with her beak. “They wanted what from us now?” he bitterly sighed. Brows pulled flat, and scaly ridges carved into his brow, shades of crimson nevertheless pierced his scaly green cheeks as Wednesday's cuddles grew ever more affectionate and thankful.
Beads of drool formed along the sides of Wednesday's beak as she fondly recalled their mission directive. “Kweh kweh kweh!”
“... They didn't specify how they wanted the Arboretum cleared out did they?”
“Kweh kweh!”
“Of course they didn't,” Terry sighed. He grudgingly returned the hug as he came to rest his chin on her shoulder. “So those stuffy scholars want us to weed whack, huh? Carve a safe enough path for them to mosey on in and salvage what they can?”
The Chocobo emphatically nod nod nodded.
“Annnd you need me here why again?”
“Kweh kweh kweh kweh!” Wednesday chirped with a playful boop.
“Have you ever thought about *not* getting yourself into trouble? About *not* needing me to clean up whatever whimsical mess you've gotten yourself into this time?” Terry grunted when the Chocobo set him down and dismissively pap pap papped his horned head.
“Kweh kweh kweh?” she teased as she let her hands come to rest upon her hips.
“Fun is not the word I would use,” Terry grimaced. “Come on then,” he said with a roll of his eyes as he unsheathed his sword and clanked it loudly against his shield. “Let's get this over with.”
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“Wednesday! The whole point of the Tank is to. Oh forget it.” Tail drooping behind him, Terry could only watch as Wednesday rushed ahead of him yet again. Throwing herself into a throng of Mosslings, their spherical forms nudging and kicking at her, the Chocobo gleefully spread her beak wide and inhaled one after another after another. Wednesday's appetite and appreciation for Seedkin bordered on the obsessive. No matter the risk, no matter the danger, she would seek them out and sup on them.
Glurk. Gulp. Ulp. With every throat straining swallow, every stomach straining urf, Wednesday methodically whittled down the mob of Mosslings.
Kneading at his forehead, Terry reluctantly popped one Clemency after another as he healed whatever boo boos and bruises the ravenous Chocobo accumulated in the process. “Why am I enabling you again?”
“Kweh kweh kweh,” Wednesday huffed as the last of her flavorful foes fell.
Blushing madly, Terry averted his gaze while the overstuffed Chocobo waddled over to him and lovingly leaned into him. His shoulder plates ominously crumpled and shifted beneath her welling weight.
“Kweh...” Urfing, the overstuffed bird panted as she loosened the buttons on vest. Her once petite bust casually overflowed her lacy black bra and stretched her crimson attire well beyond recognition. Her drum stick legs, scrawny yet well toned in the not so distant past, noisily clapped together with every heavy footfall.
Terry's knees buckled as all of that weight, and more, bore down upon his back. “We good? Finally willing to let me tank the lead? Wednesday you can't possibly eat your way through everything.”
Feathery fingers brushing against her distending stomach Wednesday shrilly chirped otherwise. “Kweh kweh kweh kweh.”
“Attitude has nothing to do with it!” Grunting, Terry took to prodding at her spherical and stretched taut stomach. “Look at yourself!”
BWOOOOOMP
To the draconic Paladin's horror Wednesday's heaving tummy deflated at his very touch and effortlessly reverted back into a washboard. Its contents, nigh instantaneously and quite noticeably, went right to her thunderest of thighs. Sweating, Terry fearfully regarded the fact they were now as thick as he was.
“Kweh kweh kweh?” Wednesday teased as she took to thrumming her fingers along her rumbling stomach.
“...Just let me lead the way,” Terry grumpily retorted. “Let the Tank, you know, tank?”
“Kwehhhh,” the Chocobo relented with a shrug.
“Thank you,” the Paladin snarked with no small amount of relief. Sighing, he took to jogging through the claustrophobic and ivy smothered hallways.
THOOM THOOM THOOM
He swallowed hard at the muted sound of Wednesday's broad feet crunching the vine caked tiles beneath them. Gods. If he let Wednesday take the initiative again, forcing him to take up the rear and let his view be obscured by that rotund and ever swelling rump of hers, he very well might never take it back.
Their footsteps, any and all sound muffled by thickets of coiled ivy, boomed into deafening echoes when they stepped out into a clearing. The domed ceiling, scraping at the very sky, stretched up and out before them. Pinpricks of sunlight forced their way through gaps that the gargantuan tree, rising up through its center, had punched through. Atrophied branches, covered in all sorts of parasitic and shade loving mosses, hung perilously low while the remnants of an atrium spread out before them.
Terry wordlessly nodded back at Wednesday as he cautiously slunk down what passed for a beaten path. His armored leggings clanked noisily against what handful of tiles remained. “Wonder what this used to be?” the dragon mused to himself. Casting his gaze this way and that he hummed at the stony husks of abandoned chairs lined up haphazardly along the sides of the path. Gnarled roots, and untamed flora, had all but buried them. “Some sort of classroom? An auditorium, maybe?” he pondered. If so maybe that meant there was a...
Eyes gone wide, the Paladin gasped as he skid to a halt.
“Kweh kweh?”
“N-nothing! Nothing at all!” Terry stammered. Standing on his tip toes he backed up into Wednesday and desperately tried to block her view. Teeth clenched he hoped, he prayed, she hadn't caught whiff of what was nesting on the abandoned stage before them.
“Kweh?” Wednesday irritably chirped as she let her behemoth breasts whumpf down atop Terry's head and send his legs crashing down through the tiled floor. “Kweh kweh kweh... KWEH!”
Masses of coiling and thorny vines hugged tightly to the all but collapsed wooden supports of the stage. More importantly though were what those sickly green tendrils contained. Buds. Sprouts. Hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of them. Their telltale bulbous shape, and noxious odor, meant only one thing.
“Malboros,” Terry muttered in dread disbelief. He... he had never seen a seedbed this thick and rife with them before. Not even the Aurum Vale, in all its horror, compared to this! Hands clasped against the side of his head the dragon recoiled at the sheer size of them for good measure. These barely formed shoots already rivaled the size of what a fully formed bulb ought to be. Just how big did they grow the bastards here?!
“Wednesday. Look. I know this never has, and never will, be your strong suit but we need to exercise some restraint here. You remember what happened in Elpis don't... you? Wednesday?”
“KWEH!!!” Stars in her eyes Wednesday hurtled herself into the stage with abandon. An explosion of feathers and crimson cloth wafted up from the Chocobo upon impact.
“Wednesday! Would you...” Wiggling impotently in place, Terry tried and failed to pull himself up and out of the ground. Buried up to his ankles in dirt and mangled roots he wiggled side to side to no avail. Oh no.
ROMPH
Plucking an underripe shoot clean off the vine, Wednesday stretched her beak open as far as her jaw would allow. Brows furrowed she forced the cloying and poisonous Seedkin, as big as her head, into her maw.
“Wednesday! No!”
Head tilted back, and gasping for air, the Chocobo banked on gravity picking up the slack.
“Augh. Dammit!” Slashing at the floor, Terry desperately tried to free himself.
Tears beading along her eyes Wednesday grunted and coughed as her throat bulged beyond belief. Inch by inch the Malboro shoot slid down her gullet. With a desperate gasp it tumbled down into her stomach as Wednesday fitfully drank in every breath she could.
BWOOMP
As Wednesday stifled an unladylike burp, and an noxious miasma spilled out from her clamped shut beak, the Chocobo visibly surged up and out with an ominous creak. After catching her breath... Wednesday promptly treated herself to seconds.
NOMPH
The second shoot went down easier than the first. With a satisfyingly throat straining swallow the Chocobo sighed contentedly as she took to patting at her distended stomach. It groaned, it creaked, with every swallow as she stretched it well past its limit. Yet it hungered for more.
OMPH
Dropping to a kneel, big bird butt resting atop her heels, Wednesday went back for thirds. Fourths. Fifths. Every gulp, every glurk, every swallow sent her inching up and out. Sent her clothing screaming as thread by thread her vest and shorts pulled apart in a cacophony of rips and tears.
Terry, trapped and increasingly panicked, had nothing to show for his efforts. Wednesday's prior boobhatting had bound and trapped him in place. With dread, and perhaps a bit of reverent awe, he watched as her body violently rumbled with every swallow. How the creaking of her own ballooning body drowned out the creaks of the collapsing stage. How her hulking form, no longer content with plucking individual shoots off the vines, had instead taken to slurping them up whole like fibrous strands of spaghetti.
“Kweh... kweh...” Wednesday's booming voice huffed as her heaving stomach, spilling out across her thighs, gurgled and distended marginally further with every swallow.
Oh no. Shield held aloft before him, Terry immediately popped the most powerful tool in his arsenal. Hallowed Ground. A shimmering a reflective shield of magic immediately enshrouded his body.
URP
And not a moment too soon for a wall of miasma, pink and sparkling, erupted out from the Chocobo's maw. Her 'Sweet Breath', so it was called, washed over the abandoned auditorium in a wave of pernicious and paralyzing poison. Plants wilted. Roots coiled up. Flowers were reduced to sickly stems as every petal popped free.
“Kweh kweh...” Wednesday bashfully mumbled between mouthfuls of Morbol vines as she continued to slurp them up.
Teeth grit, Terry withstood the onslaught. As the wave of miasma passed, and his shielding fell away, the Paladin was relieved to discover he had managed to shrug it off. After countless disasters and near misses he had finally survived it without so much as a scratch! No poison, no paralysis, no debuffs!
BADOOMP
BWADOOOONP
A wall of bird butt quickly disabused him of the notion.
CRSHHHHH
Sighing contentedly, Wednesday dreamily slurped and sucked down the last of the vines as what remained of the Arboretum's domed roof tumbled off of her head and shoulders. Smacking her beak the overengorged and bloated Chocobo tiredly leaned back into the base of the gargantuan tree that she now rivaled in size. “Kweh? Kweh kweh?” she yawned as the beginnings of a food coma rapidly overtook her. This was clear enough for those stuffy Sharlayans, right?
Pancaked flat under Wednesday's enormous and swelling behind all Terry could do was mumble indignantly into her rear as her fat feet cupped around him.
QUEST FAILED SUCCESSFULLY
Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
Species Chocobo
Size 2217 x 1662px
File Size 3.69 MB
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