A Blue Night

(CW: Intercourse, messy blueberry, male lactation)

Commission for Softservebelly

(Disclaimer: Any acts of transformation, expansion, or mental altercation have been consented to by the owners of the characters affected. Any acts depicted are meant as explorations of the fetishistic psyche, hold artistic merit, and are compliant with the TOS of Patreon).

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Aiko squatted down to try and find a way through the diminutive arch. He made a single, disastrous attempt and succeeded in squeezing his upper body through the red lacquer wood. But when his progress came to a grinding halt, on account of his under-arm fat squishing up against the frame, he grabbed the attention of the serpent-man reading by the front desk of the inn.

“Hail there! Salutations and good evening to you, honourable serpentine concierge! I appear to have been most over eager to access your facilities, and have wedged myself thoroughly in your beautiful entryway. Might I be so bold as to request your assistance in dislodging me before I cause any structural damage to your establishment?”

The serpent-man looked up, blinked four times, then an extra fifth for good measure just to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. “Are you... a person?” He asked. It was an earnest question, Aiko was an abnormal creature even by the measure of Port Whimsy, of which he was stuck in, figuratively on account of his lack of transportation; and literally on account of being wedged in a tavern doorway. The green scaled serpent concierge was probably not used to encountering living armours. Especially not one as pliable and talkative as Aiko.

“Please just hold still while I widen the doorway,” he said, insistently, and made a fuss when Aiko tried to apologize for the inconvenience while making another attempt at squeezing through. “No no, don’t do that you’ll break it!”

His hands shimmered with a light familiar to Aiko. The serpent brought the back of their hands together, and pulled them apart, mimicking the motion of pulling a door open from the centre. The circular arch widened, touched by the same green shimmer outlining his hands. Aiko, though hollow and without the contrivances of mortal lungs, still took a breath in relief when his girth was released from its vice.

“Thank you, kind serpent.”

The concierge looked unimpressed. “We have our share of...” he stopped, searching for the most delicate way to express his words. “... grand, and well-proportioned guests. In the future it would be appreciated if you could call for my assistance to expand the entryway ‘before’ you try to brute force your way inside.”

Aiko slapped his cuirass. It wobbled gently from the impact like a fat belly. The serpent’s eyes widened but he didn’t say anything. “Ho ho ho! Good, very good. I merely thought to spare you the inconvenience, but in my haste, it appears I have caused that which I sought out to avoid. What a terrible miscalculation on my part. As recompense, I shall pay double for my stay! Now where do I go to spend my evening in the company of a bountiful gentleman, is it down this hallway?”

The concierge slithered forward and stopped Aiko before he barrelled away. “Wait, wait, you have to select someone first. Good grief, at least you know what sort of establishment this is. When you got yourself stuck like a boat in a narrow canal, I thought you might just be some tourist looking for a ‘normal’ inn.” He appraised Aiko, then continued, “you ‘do’ realize that this is a brothel, yes?”

Aiko laughed heartily. “Of course. Even the mystically animated creatures of spell and steel like myself have needs. Why, I have spent so long at sea without anyone to warm my bed, that I could positively burst with pent up--”

“N-no need to keep explaining!” The concierge protested. “Just come here, please.” He snaked behind the half-moon desk and produced a heavy tome. With an incantation that Aiko recognized as ‘open and detail,’ the book was flung wide, and its blank pages filled with moving images. “Select the escort you wish to spend the night with, their prices are listed underneath their portrait, and if you wish to learn more about them, simply speak their name and hold your hand to the book. You mentioned ‘bountiful gentlemen’, so I have taken the liberty of curating our selection.”

“You have an impressive number of escorts, how in the name of the gods do you house them all? This is no diminutive rest-stop at the crossroads, to be sure, but neither is it as palatial and grand as the pleasure halls of the merchant capital.” Aiko said.

His blue hand, shiny as metal but softer, traced the images flickering across the parchment. His eyes fell on an older gentleman who appeared to be a Dwarf. His hair was thinning on top, but his beard was stronger than most men could ever dream of having in their lifetime. His hips were wide, his arms were thick, and his breasts were full. Aiko had a particular taste for the masculine sorts, he liked to wrestle with them until their conflicting, aggressive throes culminated in volcanic release. Eventually dying down to a smouldering, satisfying afterglow. He nearly chose the Dwarf, but something drew his finger across to another escort.

“Andrew. Show me Andrew, honourable tome of erotic whimsy.”

The concierge rubbed his face in frustration. “You can... just say their name,” he sighed.

Andrew was a short man, but wide to a point of near disbelief. He was only around four feet in height according to his information, and weighed well over four hundred pounds. Numbers meant little when dealing with the weight of magical creatures. Aiko himself weighed as much as a horse and a fully loaded cart, but his appearance was simply that of an enormously fat and tall, fully armoured man. Seeing the weight marked out like that, however, was still impressive. “Yes, I will spend the night with him.”

The concierge led Aiko down a corridor of bright, freshly polished wooden floors. There were unassuming doors to either side of them, the hum of magic speaking to his highly tuned senses from within their grains. He asked off-handedly if these were portals of some description, and the concierge replied with a terse ‘not quite.’ From that Aiko deduced that some manner of spatial magic had been implemented to increase the building’s capacity without extending it physically. It made sense. Port cities were densely populated, even if the inn had room to expand its territory, they couldn’t without negotiating with the building next door.

“This is Andrew’s room,” the concierge sighed. Each door in the corridor had a subtle mark on its surface. A decoration, or a charm, maybe a splash of colour to properly identify the resident behind it. Andrew’s door stood out by being bright pink, and engraved with flashing hearts that pulsed in a dizzying rhythm. “He likes to go overboard on the decoration. I promise the room inside is less... lurid.”

Aiko shook his head. “No need to apologize, I find such self-expressions positively charming.”

The concierge coughed. “And... the matter of payment?” They held out their hand expectantly. Aiko slapped a bag of coins down so hard it nearly toppled the scrawny serpent. He entered the room before he had anything else to say, and he came face to face with the object of his night’s affection.

“Oh, you’re an interesting one.” Andrew was even plumper in the flesh. He was so fat in the hips that his upper body appeared to be resting on an enormous balloon with a divot where his ass began, and the shiny purple thong he wore disappeared into the crevice of his cheeks. He rested on a satin sheeted bedspread, his stomach and breasts were both full and lovely, a set of pale well-filled pastries that Aiko devoured with his eyes. His chest, stomach, and shoulders were covered in white fur with pink splotches. It was at this moment he noticed the bell hanging from his neck by a pink collar, his tail, and his little horns poking out from his black hair.

Andrew scratched his little chinstrap beard with a hand that was made to look dainty when measured against the scope of his breasts. A bra made from the same shiny material as his thong was doing a poor job of disguising the shape of his nipples. “Are you going to keep me waiting?” He asked, and invited Aiko over to sit on the bed.

“Merely respecting my host,” Aiko responded. “Shall I disrobe?”

Andrew chuckled. “It would speed the process up considerably... but you don’t have to, some people prefer to leave their clothes on. They like to burst out of them. Though you’re not everyone, are you? I can hear the clank of metal, but I can see your body bend and shift like something softer. You’re living armour, aren’t you?”

Aiko picked at the myriad of ropes, straps, and buckles that fastened his external armour to his body. Underneath the complex artistry of his samurai regalia, he was a deep and smooth uniform blue. When the lantern light hit his flesh, it shimmered as if polished. He removed his helmet last, leaving the only other colour to mark his body his golden moustache. Arcing out from under his nose, painted lightning that imitated facial hair. He laid back on the bed to join his courtesan, shuddering when the cow-man’s perfumed fingers brushed his cheek.

“What do you want to do tonight, soldier?” Andrew whispered. His eyes drifted south, and he rose, then guided Aiko on to his back. He rubbed his hands along the low curves of his belly, exploring and playing, testing how malleable he really was. Some pressure yielded favourable results, leading Aiko’s ordinarily smooth crotch to swell and inflate like a balloon until a phallus formed at the end. “That’s a useful trick, it must come in quite handy in battle. Do I need to blow to get the balls, too?” Andrew giggled, then licked at Aiko’s penis.

The living armour said nothing, it had been too long since he felt another person’s touch. Andrew was masterful. While he couldn’t open his mouth wide enough to take in the entirety of Aiko’s shaft, he managed to excite it just enough with well-placed licks. Aiko growled when Andrew took his penis into his cleavage, and played with his own boobs to stimulate it. “Mm, you don’t cum fireworks or molten metal, do you? I can’t say I know much about living armour.”

Aiko felt his pleasure rise. He could have drifted away and let himself erupt, but he had been at sea for months and he desired a far greater release. Like his cock, his nipples also appeared. Dark rubbery circles with points appeared over his own breasts, perking Andrew’s curiosity. The cow was treating him like a toy, and Aiko couldn’t say he minded. There was a simplicity in ceding control and being played with, especially when the result was an orgasm.

“No, but I do explode, sometimes. It is... somewhat of a shame of mine.” Aiko admitted. “But I’m rather aroused by the prospect of growing larger, and larger, beyond my limits.”

Andrew giggled again. “You should have said that dear. That’s my speciality. But you already know that you read the book at the front desk. Goodness, I haven’t even asked you for your name. What is it? Unless you would rather I simply call you a living balloon, you gorgeous blue blimp.”

Aiko’s penis shook, and a deep hissing noise, like pumping bellows, preceded its growth. It grew several inches longer, and half as many thicker. Andrew was pleased. “Oh, seems I struck a nerve. Should I keep going? Will it pop if I keep going?”

Aiko huffed. “No, that is as... big as it can get.” A liquid had begun to run from his body. Calling it sweat was inaccurate, it was more like condensation. A natural result of heated sexuality, combatting his naturally cool, metal form. “It is Aiko, my beauty. Please. I wish to grow and rupture with the tumult of the great ocean’s waves.”

“Do you like blueberries?” Andrew leaned over and pinched a berry from a bowl on the side table. He popped one into his mouth then smiled. “Your body is so beautiful,” he bucked back and forth, pressing his belly and crotch into Aiko’s larger stomach. “It’s unfair that only ‘you’ get to be such a lovely shade of blue, let me match you.”

Andrew’s body was filled with violent gurgling. Sweet blue fluid leaked from the corners of his mouth. Aiko recognized the process of blueberryfication from an academic standpoint, but he had never witnessed it up front. He could feel Andrew’s weight increase with the passing seconds. His already monumental ass turned dark blue, and fattened up to a point where his thong could no longer contend with the stress. The pink material, now damp with juice, snapped, leaving the cow-man’s cheeks bouncing with their newfound freedom. Like a pair of symmetrical wet beach-balls, vying for space.

“Oh, my blue blimp,” Andrew moaned. “Give me... a moment... and I’ll work on taking you past ‘your’ limit. I have a good... ideeea--oooooooh!”

Andrew’s other cheeks filled up, as did his double chin, giving him a waterlogged but serene look to his face. His body was losing some of its delicious curves, but he didn’t seem to mind. He humped down hard, leaking from his engorged mammaries and soaking his bra thoroughly. The material became too slick and taut to hold on, and it snapped unceremoniously like the thong. With newfound freedom, the breasts expanded and pushed into Aiko’s face.

A trickle of juice gave way to a pour, and Aiko was possessed to do something utterly bizarre. He was entranced by the smell of blueberries, and the utter bliss Andrew communicated through his high-pitched moans and dazed expression. He brought his mouth to Andrew’s right nipple and bit down softly, just enough to clamp on as he sucked the juice from the breast.

A floodgate opened in his mouth, the sound of liquid hitting the bottom of a metal bucket made Andrew raise his head and look around. “What was that?” Aiko tried to respond with something to the effect of ‘just getting my fill,’ but it came out as muffled garbage. Andrew was pacified, and he continued humping the giant blue man while he transformed into a living container for the monstrous volume of juice welling up inside of him.

Aiko responded by grabbing hold of the breast, and milking it aggressively. No matter how much he tried to deflate it, or drink it dry, it held its shape. Andrew’s chest grew larger in response to the attempted drainage. That suited Aiko just fine. He felt his hollow body fill to capacity, then stretch to make more room. He began to raise Andrew up towards the ceiling with just how full his already expansive stomach had become. It grew into an almost perfect sphere, kept from total circularity by the weight of the juice-flooded cow on top of it.

“Oh I’ve wanted to try one of those berries with a client for so long, you have no idea.” Andrew moaned out. “It feels so good. Every inch of me is changing. I’m becoming less of a person and more of a big, blue, balloon. Isn’t this great? Isn’t this amazing? I’m so full, and just when I think I’m about to split at the edges, I just get even fuller. It’s like edging my whole body.”

Aiko detached from Andrew’s nipple. The room was beginning to fill with a sea of dark blue juice that tinted red in the lantern light. But that sole source of illumination was snuffed out, leaving the only source of light in the room the glow from Aiko’s golden pinprick eyes. “Quite... though the light has gone out, I can still feel every inch of you bearing down, as I hope you can feel every inch of me pressing against your azure magnitude.”

“You’re such a sweet talker,” Andrew replied. “Why aren’t you... mmmph, drinking anymore?”

Aiko laughed. “Because I believe the curse of that lovely berry has affected me too.” He produced the juice on his own. His own nipples sprinkling highly pressured juice from beneath Andrew, contributing to the sea that consumed the bed and left only the two juice-bloated fools afloat. “Something tingles. I can feel... a heat, rising up, swarming me. What is this? Why do I feel so hot? And so... frustrated?”

Aiko’s limbs were receding into the ballooning mass he had become. He couldn’t quite see what Andrew was doing, but he could feel it. The cowman humped harder, and every time he brought his weight down, he held it. It alleviated the frustrated feeling in Aiko’s body, and increased the heady warmth that threatened to consume him.

“Does that help?” Andrew said knowingly.

“I feel like a beautiful firework being primed for detonation. No, wait, that’s not quite right. I feel like a ripe fruit about to burst, I feel like a dam that is about to overflow, I feel... I feel... IIIII FEEEEEEEL...LIKE I’M GOING TO...”

Andrew humped harder, and harder, practically juicing himself in the process.

Aiko’s entire body began to shake, his head almost swallowed up by his rounding form. Words were not coming to him as easily as before, the only thing that populated his mind was the colour blue and a single word which he felt compelled to scream before it was too late. Juice leaked from tiny holes all over his body, and he vibrated angrily. Andrew moaned, similarly taxed, and in unison they said the word.

“EXPLOOOOOOOOOODE!!!!”

A deluge of sticky sweet juice erupted from Andrew’s room, flooding the inn. The other escorts were fine, kept safe behind their enchanted doors. The concierge, and the rest of the staff, along with a considerable number of guests, were not fine. As punishment for letting things get out of hand, Andrew was tasked with training a new hire to the brothel.

And Aiko’s punishment was being that new hire.