CM: Augur Slogger

Series: Elden Ring Nightreign

Characters: Duchess, Recluse, 2nd person protagonist

Contains: Inflation, weight gain, 2nd person POV

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The battle had gone like many others. Two nights of slaying beats and powerful foes alike, then embarking to defeat the Night Lord on the third. 

The tremendous jellyfish-like being Augur soared above them. It dove at them, conjured waves, and fired explosive projectiles. All of that was manageable. The only difficulty was striking the beast.

You watched as Augur retreated again. “Fantastic…” You murmured and looked at the sword in your hands. It had been of great use through two days of battle. Now? It hardly made an impact.

Thankfully, your comrades filled the gap. Recluse watched the Night Lord from behind the brim of her hat. “This beast is more evasive than most. No trouble for me.” She reeled back and hurled a bolt of lightning. It struck Augur, and the beast flinched. Besides that, no significant effect.

Click!

Augur suddenly flinched a second time. It produced an eerie wail and floated listlessly in the air.

Duchess tucked her pocket watch away. “Fear not, dear comrade. You contributed plenty in our earlier battles. Allow us to make up the difference.” She spoke reassuringly, but you noticed the slight curve to her lips. 

“Tease me not.” You sighed.

Your vision changed suddenly. One second, you saw Duchess, but then your head snapped sideways. You briefly saw the Recluse, her face twisted into surprise. Next, the sky, the great fathom, sky, ground, your companions, on and on. You landed hard and lacked the strength to rise.

Duchess and Recluse dodged back as the culprit of your attack turned on them. A translucent blue tentacle shaped like a hand had emerged from the sandy ground. It had struck and sent you flying with lightning agility. 

“Go to our companion. I trust you can assist him!” Recluse said and readied another spell. Only, she was not fast enough. The gelatinous hand seized her in its grip. She was pulled into the air when a second tendril emerged. 

The finger-like protrusions twisted around each other before they plunged like a snake into Recluse’s mouth. Her cheeks immediately bulged as a liquid was pumped down her throat. Each swallow was a visible undulation of her throat. Her belly swelled rapidly, but not simply from the liquid’s volume. What entered her stomach was metabolized in seconds. The growth Recluse underwent was more fat than anything else. 

Duchess was torn. She looked in your direction. You had failed to lift yourself. She wanted to help you, but she couldn’t leave Recluse in her…predicament. 

A decision was made for her. Augur had rallied with enhanced vigor, but it didn’t rush in to attack. It spread its tentacles and spewed forth dozens of glowing jellyfish. Duchess had only noticed when their shadow was upon her. She looked up and saw herself surrounded. 

‘I can’t dodge in time. Maybe I can-’ Duchess’s thoughts froze. One jellyfish came close to her face. It pressed its bell-shaped body to her lips. ‘What?’ Duchess’s eyes widened as the jellyfish forced itself down her throat. Like Recluse, her belly lurched forward.

Duchess’s flat stomach was now the same size as the jellyfish. The inside felt strangely light, and she shuddered as she felt a kick. “It’s still alive…inside me?!” Her resolve faltered. She clutched her stomach and felt the jellyfish squirm more violently. 

This distracted her as the others came in. A second, third, and fourth jellyfish stuffed themselves into Duchess. They were so desperate to join the first in her belly that they hardly took turns. They fought each other to fit into the maiden’s mouth. The shock of it all caused her to stumble and fall onto her back. Jellyfish continued to swarm closer, blocking the sky above.

‘This is not good.’ Recluse thought as she watched Duchess’s current ordeal. ‘I struggle to find her state preferable to mine, though.’ Her eyes moved to the pulsing tentacle in her mouth. It was relentless. It discharged fluid without pause, filling her belly into a flabby mound.

Recluse’s dress no longer covered her stomach. Black skin stretched on and curved, stuffed with newly developed blubber. She had no idea how she’d manage this unceasing flab. It didn’t help that it continued to protrude and hang. 

‘This apron of my own flesh. Doubtless it will hang to my knees.’ Recluse sighed through her nose. She was already frail compared to other nightfarers. She relied on her ability to dodge hits and maintain distance. 

That would no longer be the case. Not only was her belly flabby and heavy, but her lower body had been greatly enlarged. Already curvaceous hips, once hidden by robes, bulged with new mass. Flesh in the form of supple flab curved outward. It drooped with newfound weight, yet continued to surge out. It folded over itself until it squished against thick upper thighs. 

Each leg steadily became more pillar-like. Inner curves gently touched at first. It only took seconds before they pushed against each other. There was no sign of slender thighs. They were now bulbous, meaty pillars from hip to knee. They grew thicker by the second, bulging and swelling. The growth was so continuous that it was almost like they were being filled with water. Yet, the jiggling from each of Recluse’s kicks was much too thick. This was the wobbling of flab, not liquid-filled skin. 

More fat spilled into Recluse’s lower legs. They failed to catch up with her thighs, but they dwarfed their former size. They were thickest just below her knees and subtly thinned to her ankles. Though these were still so thick that Recluse’s hands would fail to reach around them. The fat bulged and rolled over her ankles and the sides of her feet. 

‘Even if I am released, I will hardly be able to escape.’ Recluse thought. She scanned her surroundings for something, anything. ‘Oh?’ She looked over a softened shoulder. The tentacle that restrained her had begun to bow. She was hardly held as high as earlier. 

‘Am I perhaps too heavy? Perhaps my translucent captor will lose its grip.’ Recluse mused. The second she was dropped, she would launch her attack.

—ABOVE EDITED AND PROOFREAD—

Duchess felt more jellyfish press past her lips. Each one consumed caused her belly to swell further. She had already been filled to the point that her torso bloated at the slides. This subtly caused her hips and lower chest to swell, too. 

The jellyfish squirmed and writhed inside Duchess. It was a strange sensation, not anything like pain. It started to tickle, then it turned to a strange pleasure. If she were able, she’d bite her lower lip. That was out of the question as more jellyfish eagerly leaped past her lips and into her belly. 

Duchess was almost swept into the pleasure, but she braced her feet on the sandy ground. ‘Enough of this!’ She thought and kicked with all her strength. Her body lifted into a handstand, which allowed her to further throw herself back. 

The jellyfish were quick to pursue, but another dodge kept Duchess away from them.

Duchess hardly managed that dodge, though. The jellyfish squirming inside made balancing nearly impossible. That wasn’t to mention how her shifting body jostled the invaders. The pressure and earlier tingle moved down. Her hips were more visibly bloated, and her womanhood was alight with sensation. 

“O-ooh~” Duchess moaned as she tried to steady herself. A small falter in her step allowed the jellyfish to surround her. Again, they pressed against her lips and forced their way into her belly. The sensation, now undeniably pleasure, grew much more intense. She tried to keep moving, but she couldn’t get away.

One, two, three, four, five. The jellyfish came one after the other, but they didn’t have to fight each other. Their whole effort was just closing the distance. Duchess’s belly swelled rounder, reached further. Her hips flared outward, her chest filled, and her arms were drawn into the growing sphere of her body. 

At this point, each jellyfish caused Duchess’s body to swell out into a sphere. There were so many packed into the limited space that there was nowhere else to go. Her sides flowed out in a broad curve. The widest point was her middle, where she then curved inward. Previous feminine curves would have had her hips flared out, but that was no longer the case. Past her widest point, her curves tucked. Now she looked like a ball with arms, legs, and a head.

The jellyfish were desperately pressed for space and wriggled constantly. Not only did this cause immense pleasure, but it was visible! Bulges rolled across Duchess’s broad belly. It should have inspired utter terror in the infested woman, but it hardly occurred to her. Dutchess was drowning in too much pleasure to care. She had mostly given up on resistance at this point, leaving her mouth open for the jellyfish to flood into her. 

Each jellyfish further expanded her, rounding her body further. Her arms and legs were pulled further into her body. Only to a point, though. The remainder of her arms and legs bulged and swelled into their own half-spheres. These protruded from her greater, fully rounded shape. They were bumps as broad as her torso used to be, and her hands and feet protruded helplessly from them. Every vestige of her sleek form was practically gone. The same wasn’t completely said about her mind. Part of Duchess resisted…it was a small part, but still.

‘I…shouldn’t give in…but…’ Duchess’s eyes lolled back in her head. It was just too good. Shame was being overpowered by ecstasy. Desperation for escape was overridden by desire for more. Duchess’s involvement in the fight had roughly concluded.

Recluse had yet to resign herself. She was still being pumped full of jelly ooze, and her body had grown even more obese. Whereas Duchess was a giant balloon, Recluse was a lump of pudge and blubber. 

Her arms were too heavy to move. She managed to hold her staff in one hand, but there was no telling when sausage fingers would lose their grip. Bulbous wrists and bulging forearms looked petite compared to heavy, sagging mounds of her upper arms. Massive, gelatinous bingo wings sagged and squished into her sides. The outward sides were also thickly padded and melded into her shoulders. This was enough to press against her ring of neck fat and plush cheeks.

The magic user’s breasts had swelled far beyond their formerly generous size. They dominated the space directly beneath her chins. Fat, round, heavy, sagging, and on the verge of overflowing her clothes, Recluse’s breasts were beyond titanic. They would have seemed larger if not for the sloped mass of belly fat beneath them.

Recluse’s belly had grown wider with her feeding. It, along with her hips, had grown so much that Recluse was wider than she was tall. That was fine. It wasn’t ideal, but the weight was Recluse’s hidden boon. The tentacle hand that held her was too weak to lift her. Recluse felt her belly touch the sandy ground. The finger-like tendrils couldn’t stretch around her any longer. They started to release…

Recluse angled her staff the second her arm was free. The weight of the bulbous limb kept it at her side, but it could roll forward slightly. A glintstone slice would be enough to dispatch the feeding tentacle.

“MGGGF!” Recluse let out a muffled shriek as her body tensed. The sudden shock caused her to drop her staff. She couldn’t look over her shoulder, but the sensation was undeniable. The tendril that had restrained her had changed objectives. No longer able to bind its prey, it joined the feeder tendril in immobilizing Recluse. 

It had done this by diving between her butt cheeks. 

Recluse was now being filled from both ends. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as her growth was accelerated. 

Her struggles were in vain, and each attempt sent waves of jiggles through her. These flowed through her entire form. Across the belly that splayed out beneath her like a mattress. Through the breasts that swelled to five times the size of pumpkins. The arms that could no longer wield a staff. Finally, through newly fattened butt cheeks that clapped noisily together.

Each of Recluse’s butt cheeks was just as massive and engorged as her breasts. Their curves were broad and arching, smooth despite their distorted size. More than that, they were thick and blubbery. The waves that passed over them were slower than the rest of her. That was because of how densely packed and thick Recluse’s hips and rear had become. That didn’t mean it wasn’t soft, nothing of the sort. It was simply a different texture. Something to contrast the suppleness of her breasts and belly. 

To make matters worse, another luminescent hand appeared. It reeled back and smacked Recluse’s butt cheek with a reverberating THWAP!

Recluse could only respond with muffled protests as she was further pumped and fattened. 

With this, the party seemed defeated. Augur was still out of reach. It circled passively as if unaware of the chaotic display.

Yet, the end didn’t come. With a burst of vigor and golden light, you rose back to your feet! You glanced just in time to see the winding grace vanish from your hands. The lucky find had turned into the boon with which you’d secure victory!

There was no time to waste! You ran forward. Sand sprayed behind you as your feet violently pounded into it. You ran past Duchess, who writhed with pleasure. Whatever was happening with her…was beyond your capacity. You approached Recluse and snatched up her fallen staff. You were neither adept nor inept with magic, but it was all that could reach the floating beast.

You threw your arm and the staff upward. A single glintstone pebble hit Augur.

The beast turned to look at you specifically. 

“Uh oh…” You murmured. The last-ditch effort to save the day, the move you expected to be the death blow…pissed the beast off royally!

Augur tensed as it changed route. Two jellyfish emerged. Each glowed with a concentrated light and pulsed gently. They descended slowly, with no direction other than down. It was easy to infer they were stronger or packed a more devastating punch than the others.

You needed to act fast.

And indeed you did. You ran away from Recluse, who glared at your back. You hadn’t thought to free her from the tendrils that teased her. Instead, you ran to Duchess. You leaped into the air and landed on the center of her belly.

Duchess was in a delirious haze of pleasure. All she recognized was a new stimulus, and that you generously gave it to her. “OOooooOOOooohhhhHHhhngnn!” She moaned and curled her fingers and toes. She felt your weight, the weight of your armor and equipment, your boots. It all hit her in a pinpoint of pleasure that wracked her in ecstasy. Just as she climaxed, you were launched into the air.

Using your teammate as a springboard was untold of, but you were desperate to stop the jellyfish. You soared into the air and grabbed the ethereal creature. You held it gently to your chest as you fell back toward Duchess. “Forgive me for this!” You exclaimed as you landed atop Duchess. There was no time to waste, so you stuffed it into her mouth. 

Duchess swallowed the additional jellyfish. The ones inside of her became anxious. They roiled frantically inside of her before a muted BWOMPH sounded. Duchess swelled outward in all directions. Her hands and feet were pulled tighter against her body, the domes of her arms and legs swelled wider but not taller. Most of the growth was in her spherical center and her breasts. Each boob had doubled in size. Her cleavage was enlarged, and your body was tucked deep within it. 

Duchess’s eyes rolled up into her head, and she squirmed in pleasure. The loud cry of pleasure from another climactic orgasm carried hundreds of small orbs from her. 

These orbs flowed rapidly, but Duchess remained large and rounded. Her size hadn’t diminished in the slightest. The only change was her texture. Previously, she was full of the jellyfish, and their movement made it as if she were filled with air. Now, her body was softer. It hadn’t been filled with fat. Instead, it was as if she were full of water. No longer did bulges roll across her spherical body. Now, she jiggled subtly. 

You faintly noticed that. However, your eyes tracked the small orbs. They flew toward Augur and struck it. This rattled the creature, and it fell limp. Its body descended to the sandy floor before it dissipated.

Augur was defeated.

You were about to sign in relief before you noticed the second falling jellyfish. It was still there, and it had almost touched the ground.

“Dammit!” You leaped from between Duchess’s breasts and ran for the jellyfish. Your fastest sprint was enough to intercept it without another leap. You tucked it under one arm and drew your sword with the other. 

The blade swung through the air. The tentacles that filled Recluse were destroyed, and you stopped in front of her face. “My apologies!”

“Don’t you da-MMMFFF!” Recluse tried to protest, but you stuffed the pulsating jellyfish past her lips and down her throat. She felt it wriggle in her belly, pulse with increasing speed, and finally burst.

Recluse’s body bloated out in an instantaneous new wave of fat. The remnants of her clothes lay in tatters around her mound-like form. Her breasts rolled across the sandy ground. They swelled fuller and rounder, each nearly three times the size of your body. Their curves were slightly elongated into giant teardrop shapes, and they looked much too heavy for Recluse to lift them. Their weight pulled on her shoulders, thus she couldn’t lift her head from them. Her thickened neck and puffy cheeks rested in her cleavage. 

Propped high above her was her butt. Each cheek was dark in color and immense. The curves were broad and sloped down to the rest of her bulk. It was clear that her weight was too great for the cheeks not to slope. Every small movement sent a wave through them. The quaking and wobbling made them clap against each other. That impact caused more wobbling. Despite being immobile, her body was in constant motion.

Meaty pillars and useless lumps had taken the place of her limbs. Her thighs rolled and bulged until they surged past her knees. Beyond them were bloated calves and shins far too thick and heavy to dodge any attacks. Although it was a given that Recluse’s body was not fit for any battle. She couldn’t even fire spells. Her arms were overtaken with fat from which her hands barely emerged. 

Her belly splayed out beneath her. The weight pressed down on it caused the supple flesh to spread out almost like a pancake. It rolled out to her sides with enough room to lie atop, and even her legs couldn’t touch the ground. It had become so large that her breasts were pushed off to either side. This allowed a mound of blubber to reach in front of her. That roll happened to strike you.

You expected to roll backward, but you hit something. You didn’t have to turn your head far to spot Duchess’s curves. She had been much further away, though. ‘Did she somehow roll over here?’ You thought before Recluse’s growth stalled. She had grown just enough to cover your legs. Thus, you were stuck between her belly and Duchess’s spherical body.

Recluse sighed heavily. “At least the task is done…though you and I will discuss this later.” 

You shied away from Recluse’s gaze. The final surge of her growth was your fault, and you suppose you could have stopped the tentacles a little earlier. It wouldn’t have saved her mobility, but it would have staved off five hundred or so pounds. 

“Forget discussing later!” Duchess exclaimed as her voice shuddered. “I need you to do something now. My body is still alight with pleasure. Turn from Recluse, I will take your attention now!”

You felt Duchess rub against you…somehow. You couldn’t help but wonder if she was capable of some movement. Regardless, you couldn’t move much. Your body was partially stuck beneath Recluse’s weight, and Duchess was pressed firmly to your back. All you managed was an exhausted sigh. The battle was over, but you were certain to have more labors in the future. Fighting with fewer comrades, and taking care of these two…

You had been correct about your labors.

So, painfully correct.

You stepped from The Round Table’s kitchen with your arms full of food. It was surprisingly heavy, considering you ran across Limveld with multiple weapons. Regardless, it was a burden you had to endure. 

You rounded a corner and saw Duchess. Her swelling hadn’t gone down at all…She was just as massive and round as she had been when you defeated Augur. Currently, she was positioned on her back. One could say she was lying down, but her spherical shape didn’t give the impression.

“Good evening. Off to feed the Recluse?” Duchess asked, her eyes tracking you from behind her mask. 

“Aye, indeed.” You replied. You lingered awkwardly. 

Duchess had said many things after the battle. Many crude things. Even now, her cheeks were colored with lust as she watched you. The sea of emotion had subtly calmed, but it was clear she still wanted that relief. 

Neither of you had the chance to respond before a smaller figure entered. “I heard you two defeated-” The Revenant stopped and stared at Duchess. Even for a doll, her expression was deadpan. She walked past you without regard and tapped her hand against Duchess’s side.

“Oh!~” Duchess involuntarily gasped. A ripple traveled across her body. It showed she was still stuffed to the brim with liquid. Whether it was water or some other ethereal substance, no one knew. 

Revenant didn’t care. She grabbed on and awkwardly climbed atop Dutchess. Every grab and pull sent more ripples through Dutchess, and she moaned a little louder each time. “Your body is suitably comfortable. From henceforth, you are my bed.” Revenant then looked at you. “You, excellent job.”

With that, Revenant flopped onto her bag and sprawled out. She relaxed and only spoke to quiet Duchess, who complained about how sensitive her body was and that Revenant shouldn’t squirm so much.

The sight almost made you laugh. You turned and continued. You would be in for an earful if you were in later. Another rounded corner, and you stepped into the communal bedroom everyone shared. That was where the great, blob-like mound of Recluse’s body rested. She looked over the curves of her breasts and massive belly. 

“There you are. I wondered if you had gotten lost.” Recluse’s voice wasn’t as curt as it had been after the fight. She wouldn’t let you live it down, though. “Come, I am quite hungry.” 

You placed most of the food down, only keeping as much as you could hold in one arm. You approached Recluse and stepped on her lowest belly rolls. It was an unwieldy surface, and your foot sank in. Dark flab rolled over your ankles, but you lifted the foot and moved it forward. You climbed these steps higher and further until you needed your free arm. It slid across Recluse’s breasts. The fat here was even softer than her belly. It eagerly enveloped your arm, but you focused on balance over softness. You pulled yourself up into Recluse’s giant cleavage. That allowed you to rest in front of her face and all its extra chins. 

Recluse’s expression softened. She might not be as thrilled to be a massive blob of flab…but she enjoyed leveraging it so you’d dote on her. She smiled wider and opened her mouth expectantly.

You released a mixture of a sigh and a chuckle. Deep down, this was somewhat enjoyable for you, too.

THE END