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tankite! Sorry for the delay there folks, we're just getting back to business over here after getting Milton'd. This time, the TMNT face off against a strange alien device that seems to want to do nothing more than fatten them to extreme sizes, and has already filled Master Splinter to the brim. Enjoy!
All four of them were taken by surprise. Like cobras pulling themselves up to strike, four hoses snaked their way from different corners of the lab, and then struck. Only Mikey managed to beat away the initial thrust with his nunchaku, but the hose struck him a second time anyways. All four of them were prepared for sharp barbs, but were not prepared for the hoses latching on to their mouths. Instantly, a thick wave of a heavy sludge pressed against all four of them, the same off-pink liquid that had been pumping into Splinter. It had the consistency of oatmeal, soft flecks and chunks of other ingredients mixed in. It was an alien feeling in their mouths, but the taste was overwhelmingly, intoxicatingly sweet. Leo felt his teeth should ache on contact, but it churned down his gullet so fast, he didn't notice.
There was a new sensation, once the shock wore off. Whatever was in the slop, it was tantalizing. Raph, who was the most defiant, even trying to force his mouth shut and squeeze the hose close, felt his will waning fast— he had to get more of the strangely alluring taste. All four of them felt their grips on their weapons weaken, soon clattering to the floor. All four leaned against one another and slowly slumped to the floor, their eyes heavy as the rhythmic pumping of the strange slush washed over them like waves. They hardly noticed the dramatic effects such an overwhelming amount of foodstuff being pumped into them had, as their heads grew light as thick layers of the slosh laid like lead pellets in their stomachs.
They began to grow at an alarming rate; soon, their middles grew taut, but instead of any of the four reaching their limit, the strange properties of the mysterious substance seemed to work to make room for more of itself, and the more of it it pushed in, the more it began to change their bodies. Their middles became elastic, soft and pliable to the touch, before more of the slush came pouring in, filling each of their middles to a taut, round curve, and then preparing more room once again.
The process had a dulling effect on the turtles; they were lulled into a stupor, their will to fight and resist being smothered under another wave of fattening sludge. Splinter's eyes went wide as he saw his four sons slip down. The behemoth of a rodent summoned up his will, now-useless legs listlessly kicking the air and making his whole body wobble. "Huff— my shons! Mishelan'elo, Dona'ello, Raphael, Leonardo, you hafta fight this!" Splinter slurred, shuffling and lurching forward, being led by his landslide of a belly.
His words did have an effect though. Leo breathed in sharply, eyes bulging as he realized what was happening to him and his brothers. He scrambled for his katana, and with one deft swipe of his blade, cut through the hose. He coughed a bit, gulping down the last of the pink mix now spilling over the floor. He had an intense, brief moment where he almost lunged for it wanting to scoop it off the floor and into his still-hungry mouth, but the shock of what his body now looked like made him freeze.
The leader of the turtles ought to strike a heroic figure, Leo had always felt. He never had the sheer brawn and bulk of Raph, but he had always trained hard to keep a fit and muscular build— and all that was ruined, just as his belt lay in bits of burst leather on the ground. His now swollen, spherical belly dominated his profile, sticking out far past the rest of his body. To his horror, it was no bloat; as he took it in his thickened hands, he could feel the heft pool and press down on his fingers, and it sloshed heavily as he hefted it up and let it drop. When he shuffled and turned to his brothers, he winced, feeling his thickened thighs begin to roll off one another, and a slight bounce in his rear whenever he took a step.
Leo groaned, but shook his head— he could deal with this later as he slashed through the hoses, freeing his brothers, all of them more or less in the same flabby shape as he was. Mikey, however, was angry when his supply was cut off. As Leo sliced through his hose, the orange-banded turtle swore under his breath.
"Dude! I was eating that!" Mikey shouted, and then lunged for the slashed hose, nearly lowering himself to scooping up the slush spilled all over the floor. Raph lumbered forward; there was still a sizable heft in his arms and chest, even as his cauldron-sized belly bounced, and he managed to grapple Mikey and pull him to his feet.
"Knock it off, Mikey! Look at you, you're making a total pig of yourself!" Raph growled.
"Excuse me, you look in a mirror lately, Porky Pig?" Mikey scoffed, shoving back against his bigger brother's gut.
"Hey, hey!" Leo pressed himself between the two of them, nearly belly-checked by both of them. "We have bigger problems than the extra weight right now, guys!"
"Yeah," Donny grabbed Leo's shoulder roughly, pulling him to the front. "Like more hoses!"
More of the strange devices slithered forward, the pink slush dripping from their nozzles like venom dripping from the fangs of pythons. The four bloated turtles prepare themselves, and they began to slash at the alien devices. Even with the extra weight slowing them down, their skills were still honed, and standing united, the turtles had never been defeated.
tankite! Sorry for the delay there folks, we're just getting back to business over here after getting Milton'd. This time, the TMNT face off against a strange alien device that seems to want to do nothing more than fatten them to extreme sizes, and has already filled Master Splinter to the brim. Enjoy!All four of them were taken by surprise. Like cobras pulling themselves up to strike, four hoses snaked their way from different corners of the lab, and then struck. Only Mikey managed to beat away the initial thrust with his nunchaku, but the hose struck him a second time anyways. All four of them were prepared for sharp barbs, but were not prepared for the hoses latching on to their mouths. Instantly, a thick wave of a heavy sludge pressed against all four of them, the same off-pink liquid that had been pumping into Splinter. It had the consistency of oatmeal, soft flecks and chunks of other ingredients mixed in. It was an alien feeling in their mouths, but the taste was overwhelmingly, intoxicatingly sweet. Leo felt his teeth should ache on contact, but it churned down his gullet so fast, he didn't notice.
There was a new sensation, once the shock wore off. Whatever was in the slop, it was tantalizing. Raph, who was the most defiant, even trying to force his mouth shut and squeeze the hose close, felt his will waning fast— he had to get more of the strangely alluring taste. All four of them felt their grips on their weapons weaken, soon clattering to the floor. All four leaned against one another and slowly slumped to the floor, their eyes heavy as the rhythmic pumping of the strange slush washed over them like waves. They hardly noticed the dramatic effects such an overwhelming amount of foodstuff being pumped into them had, as their heads grew light as thick layers of the slosh laid like lead pellets in their stomachs.
They began to grow at an alarming rate; soon, their middles grew taut, but instead of any of the four reaching their limit, the strange properties of the mysterious substance seemed to work to make room for more of itself, and the more of it it pushed in, the more it began to change their bodies. Their middles became elastic, soft and pliable to the touch, before more of the slush came pouring in, filling each of their middles to a taut, round curve, and then preparing more room once again.
The process had a dulling effect on the turtles; they were lulled into a stupor, their will to fight and resist being smothered under another wave of fattening sludge. Splinter's eyes went wide as he saw his four sons slip down. The behemoth of a rodent summoned up his will, now-useless legs listlessly kicking the air and making his whole body wobble. "Huff— my shons! Mishelan'elo, Dona'ello, Raphael, Leonardo, you hafta fight this!" Splinter slurred, shuffling and lurching forward, being led by his landslide of a belly.
His words did have an effect though. Leo breathed in sharply, eyes bulging as he realized what was happening to him and his brothers. He scrambled for his katana, and with one deft swipe of his blade, cut through the hose. He coughed a bit, gulping down the last of the pink mix now spilling over the floor. He had an intense, brief moment where he almost lunged for it wanting to scoop it off the floor and into his still-hungry mouth, but the shock of what his body now looked like made him freeze.
The leader of the turtles ought to strike a heroic figure, Leo had always felt. He never had the sheer brawn and bulk of Raph, but he had always trained hard to keep a fit and muscular build— and all that was ruined, just as his belt lay in bits of burst leather on the ground. His now swollen, spherical belly dominated his profile, sticking out far past the rest of his body. To his horror, it was no bloat; as he took it in his thickened hands, he could feel the heft pool and press down on his fingers, and it sloshed heavily as he hefted it up and let it drop. When he shuffled and turned to his brothers, he winced, feeling his thickened thighs begin to roll off one another, and a slight bounce in his rear whenever he took a step.
Leo groaned, but shook his head— he could deal with this later as he slashed through the hoses, freeing his brothers, all of them more or less in the same flabby shape as he was. Mikey, however, was angry when his supply was cut off. As Leo sliced through his hose, the orange-banded turtle swore under his breath.
"Dude! I was eating that!" Mikey shouted, and then lunged for the slashed hose, nearly lowering himself to scooping up the slush spilled all over the floor. Raph lumbered forward; there was still a sizable heft in his arms and chest, even as his cauldron-sized belly bounced, and he managed to grapple Mikey and pull him to his feet.
"Knock it off, Mikey! Look at you, you're making a total pig of yourself!" Raph growled.
"Excuse me, you look in a mirror lately, Porky Pig?" Mikey scoffed, shoving back against his bigger brother's gut.
"Hey, hey!" Leo pressed himself between the two of them, nearly belly-checked by both of them. "We have bigger problems than the extra weight right now, guys!"
"Yeah," Donny grabbed Leo's shoulder roughly, pulling him to the front. "Like more hoses!"
More of the strange devices slithered forward, the pink slush dripping from their nozzles like venom dripping from the fangs of pythons. The four bloated turtles prepare themselves, and they began to slash at the alien devices. Even with the extra weight slowing them down, their skills were still honed, and standing united, the turtles had never been defeated.
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