Fell For it Again Award

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

Rouge's head swam with all sorts of feelings. Overstimulation thanks to her swelling, growing body and the feeling of so much liquid resting in her stomach. Shock, from how swiftly she'd been snatched up and yanked away from the others. Dread, knowing that her body was far beyond the point of easily losing all of this weight, and... oddly enough?

Excitement. Lust. Desire. All from the very same thing that brought her shock and dread.

It wasn't like it surprised her to know she had fetishes --- that was a bit of an open secret among anyone old enough to chat with her about things remotely sexual. What did surprise, her, however, was the particular kinks she was now finding about herself. For someone who took such pride in her appearance, how did it turn her on so intensely to feel her body being warped beyond recognition?

Was it the powerlessness of it all? She supposed there could be some sort of loose BDSM connection. The train of thought was interrupted by the dull churning of her breasts as they came ever closer to flopping out of her too-small outfit.

Was it the indulgence? Whatever this sludge was that was being fed to her through the tube in her mouth, it didn't taste bad by any means. It was like all of the most common favorite sweets melded into one blast of unending flavor. This thought was interrupted by new rips and tears stretching across her bodysuit.

...Was it just the scale itself?

Rouge tried not to think too hard about that, but as she felt her fattening cheeks press into a newfound neck roll... as she felt her bloated, flabby stomach growing heavier... her hips and ass thickening and widening... her breasts flopping free from her bodysuit and nipples stiffening in the open air?

Shit. It was the size that turned her on.

Rouge gulped harder at the realization. She couldn't physically stop herself. She knew it was irresponsible, and some part of her understood that what she was doing was dangerous and would only lead to her being trapped. What she NEEDED to do was spit out the hose and call out to her friends, or to at least try.

But if she did that, the growth would stop.

She couldn't.

She wouldn't.

So Rouge gulped, and gulped, and hoped that once she became big enough that her flabby arms and legs busted free of the robotic arms, she'd fall somewhere that her friends could grab her from on the backtrack.

For now, she would just... enjoy the trip.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.