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A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream I did alongside 
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (5/28/16). This story was won by 
snozzy, who we were also streaming with funnily enough. Well, seeing as how he was working on his currently upcoming Jumba image pack, he decided I should do a story on the mad scientist out of solidarity (and clearly not because he's obsessed with the alien). He wanted to see Jumba get larger, and I suppose I delivered on that.
Lilo & Stitch and all associated media are © the Disney Corporation.
Word Count: 992
Weird Science
Science is wonderful. It is the essence of progression and creation. It commands the forces of life and dilutes them to their truest essence. And of course it’s a great way to screw around with physics in the spirit of needing to work less. Jumba Jookiba, self-proclaimed evil genius, had just finished work on his finest non-Experiment work. A work of such unabashed brilliance and evil it would make the world quake. He had created… a portal gun, specifically designed for food. With a portal in his fridge, he wouldn’t need to take the onerous journey of walking all the way to it and back for a snack. Now he can just summon up an easy access to his fridge so he can continue working unimpeded. It was sheer brilliance if he did say so himself. Which he did, in fact, he was going to say it now: “My brilliance knows no bounds” he boasted, firing a portal onto his workbench.
A shimmering portal formed, cool air drifting out of it. Reaching into it, the vile scientist withdrew a foot long sandwich, give or take another foot. How it even fit into the fridge was a mystery, as was how and why he had a fully made, foot long sandwich in his fridge. Either way, he got to enjoy the fruits of his labour as he continued working on a different experiment after closing the portal again. Yes, this device was going to be highly useful to him, and WILL NOT backfire in any way no sir. “Jumbaaaaaa!”
The scientist sighed loudly, the little girl was calling. Why must they always interrupt in his moments of triumph? “What is it little girl and what I assume to be Six-Two-Six?” he called loudly.
And thus in came professional little girl Lilo and her “dog” Stitch, also known as Experiment 626, one of his finest creations. “Jumba, Pleakley wants you” Lilo declared in her loud whiny voice.
“Very well, don’t touch anything” Jumba grunted, hobbling off while grunting a few choice curse words.
The second he was gone, Stitch began sniffing about on the desk, and immediately came upon the portal gun. “Ooooo~” he crooned, sniffing it eagerly.
“Hey, Jumba said not to touch anything” Lilo protested, but only half-heartedly.
“MAKE ME!” Stitch giggled playfully, sticking the gun into his mouth and running on all fours out of the lab.
“GET BACK HERE!” Lilo called, chasing after the errant Experiment.
Stitch cackled loudly as he raced out of the house, portal gun in hand(s) as he went past the house into town, Lilo following him all the way. People watched them with slight interest as they ran past, the little girl gaining on Stitch until she was finally in range to tackle him. Rolling in a ball, the two fought over the portal gun, the device firing into the distance. Both child and pet watched it go, heading straight for their front door, which at that moment was being opened up by Jumba. Half in speech, he didn’t see the blast until it was too late. His cheeks bulged, and he swallowed out of habit. “What on earth was that?” he grimaced, an empty feeling in his stomach.
Back in town, Lilo took the opportunity to steal the gun from Stitch, her finger switching the setting to the secondary portal. “Miki miki!” Stitch grunted, trying to wrestle the gun back.
In their scuffle the gun fired right up, the bolt hanging in the air before falling, right into a nearby pool with a PLINK! “Uh oh” Lilo uttered nervously, a draining noise coming from beyond the fence.
“BLITZNAK!” Jumba cried from the sudden fullness in his middle.
Water was flooding into his stomach from the portal, and it was showing both thermally, and physically. The perturbed scientist watched in fascination as his already prosperous belly swelled, filling up with heady fluid. His body stretched to contain the tide of liquid, his middle rounding out into a heavy inflated sphere. “What is happening?” Jumba uttered with concern.
Placing his nervous hands to his swelling stomach, a loud GLOSH! SLOSH! following every pronounced motion of his gut. “UUUURRRRRPPPP!!!” he belched loudly, a slight taste of salt and chlorine on his tongue.
Ooof, he was getting heavy now that his sloshing belly had expanded to the size of a medicine ball, and the evils scientist’s legs shuddered from the excess mass bearing down on him. Collapsing hard on the deck, Jumba’s body jostled and wobbled from the excess liquid filling him like a balloon. This was most perplexing mystery, and it was only growing more perplexing by the second as Jumba’s sides fused with his heaving, swelling water balloon gut. The poor guy burbled loudly, body wobbling about from the sheer force inflating him, dragging his swollen gut across the deck. Jumba belched with the force of a cannon, his body jostling about, his doughy back rippling all the way down to his bloating butt cheeks. His round wobbly buns jiggled actively as water flooded them, filling them just like water balloons. Engorging by the second, he was turning from barely overweight evil scientist to giant water ball. His cheeks bulged, squishing against the wide tyre bloating around his neck.
Every second he swelled with hundreds of gallons of water filling him up, his sides and belly spreading out, his legs barely visible beneath the tide of indigo flesh swallowing them up. His arms jutting out, stubby fingers short little sausages that could only barely move. “UUURRRRRPPPPPP!!!” he belched again, his arms slowly sinking into his mass.
Back in town, the last traces of water sank into the portal, all of it contained within the heavily rounded water ball of Jumba. The SLOSHING! was deafening as his body rippled about like a lake. “Something is telling me,” he mused, “that little girl and Six-Two-Six have something to do with this.”
Oh, how right he was.
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (5/28/16). This story was won by 
snozzy, who we were also streaming with funnily enough. Well, seeing as how he was working on his currently upcoming Jumba image pack, he decided I should do a story on the mad scientist out of solidarity (and clearly not because he's obsessed with the alien). He wanted to see Jumba get larger, and I suppose I delivered on that..:Rated general for:.
>Water Inflation
>Big Sloshy AliensLilo & Stitch and all associated media are © the Disney Corporation.
Word Count: 992
If you enjoyed the story, feel free to comment and fave, I'd really appreciate it.Weird Science
Science is wonderful. It is the essence of progression and creation. It commands the forces of life and dilutes them to their truest essence. And of course it’s a great way to screw around with physics in the spirit of needing to work less. Jumba Jookiba, self-proclaimed evil genius, had just finished work on his finest non-Experiment work. A work of such unabashed brilliance and evil it would make the world quake. He had created… a portal gun, specifically designed for food. With a portal in his fridge, he wouldn’t need to take the onerous journey of walking all the way to it and back for a snack. Now he can just summon up an easy access to his fridge so he can continue working unimpeded. It was sheer brilliance if he did say so himself. Which he did, in fact, he was going to say it now: “My brilliance knows no bounds” he boasted, firing a portal onto his workbench.
A shimmering portal formed, cool air drifting out of it. Reaching into it, the vile scientist withdrew a foot long sandwich, give or take another foot. How it even fit into the fridge was a mystery, as was how and why he had a fully made, foot long sandwich in his fridge. Either way, he got to enjoy the fruits of his labour as he continued working on a different experiment after closing the portal again. Yes, this device was going to be highly useful to him, and WILL NOT backfire in any way no sir. “Jumbaaaaaa!”
The scientist sighed loudly, the little girl was calling. Why must they always interrupt in his moments of triumph? “What is it little girl and what I assume to be Six-Two-Six?” he called loudly.
And thus in came professional little girl Lilo and her “dog” Stitch, also known as Experiment 626, one of his finest creations. “Jumba, Pleakley wants you” Lilo declared in her loud whiny voice.
“Very well, don’t touch anything” Jumba grunted, hobbling off while grunting a few choice curse words.
The second he was gone, Stitch began sniffing about on the desk, and immediately came upon the portal gun. “Ooooo~” he crooned, sniffing it eagerly.
“Hey, Jumba said not to touch anything” Lilo protested, but only half-heartedly.
“MAKE ME!” Stitch giggled playfully, sticking the gun into his mouth and running on all fours out of the lab.
“GET BACK HERE!” Lilo called, chasing after the errant Experiment.
Stitch cackled loudly as he raced out of the house, portal gun in hand(s) as he went past the house into town, Lilo following him all the way. People watched them with slight interest as they ran past, the little girl gaining on Stitch until she was finally in range to tackle him. Rolling in a ball, the two fought over the portal gun, the device firing into the distance. Both child and pet watched it go, heading straight for their front door, which at that moment was being opened up by Jumba. Half in speech, he didn’t see the blast until it was too late. His cheeks bulged, and he swallowed out of habit. “What on earth was that?” he grimaced, an empty feeling in his stomach.
Back in town, Lilo took the opportunity to steal the gun from Stitch, her finger switching the setting to the secondary portal. “Miki miki!” Stitch grunted, trying to wrestle the gun back.
In their scuffle the gun fired right up, the bolt hanging in the air before falling, right into a nearby pool with a PLINK! “Uh oh” Lilo uttered nervously, a draining noise coming from beyond the fence.
“BLITZNAK!” Jumba cried from the sudden fullness in his middle.
Water was flooding into his stomach from the portal, and it was showing both thermally, and physically. The perturbed scientist watched in fascination as his already prosperous belly swelled, filling up with heady fluid. His body stretched to contain the tide of liquid, his middle rounding out into a heavy inflated sphere. “What is happening?” Jumba uttered with concern.
Placing his nervous hands to his swelling stomach, a loud GLOSH! SLOSH! following every pronounced motion of his gut. “UUUURRRRRPPPP!!!” he belched loudly, a slight taste of salt and chlorine on his tongue.
Ooof, he was getting heavy now that his sloshing belly had expanded to the size of a medicine ball, and the evils scientist’s legs shuddered from the excess mass bearing down on him. Collapsing hard on the deck, Jumba’s body jostled and wobbled from the excess liquid filling him like a balloon. This was most perplexing mystery, and it was only growing more perplexing by the second as Jumba’s sides fused with his heaving, swelling water balloon gut. The poor guy burbled loudly, body wobbling about from the sheer force inflating him, dragging his swollen gut across the deck. Jumba belched with the force of a cannon, his body jostling about, his doughy back rippling all the way down to his bloating butt cheeks. His round wobbly buns jiggled actively as water flooded them, filling them just like water balloons. Engorging by the second, he was turning from barely overweight evil scientist to giant water ball. His cheeks bulged, squishing against the wide tyre bloating around his neck.
Every second he swelled with hundreds of gallons of water filling him up, his sides and belly spreading out, his legs barely visible beneath the tide of indigo flesh swallowing them up. His arms jutting out, stubby fingers short little sausages that could only barely move. “UUURRRRRPPPPPP!!!” he belched again, his arms slowly sinking into his mass.
Back in town, the last traces of water sank into the portal, all of it contained within the heavily rounded water ball of Jumba. The SLOSHING! was deafening as his body rippled about like a lake. “Something is telling me,” he mused, “that little girl and Six-Two-Six have something to do with this.”
Oh, how right he was.
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