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by Dareck Daryl Timber
Two chupas walked into a dim room. The shorter of the two men timidly turned on the light to reveal a sleek minimalistic interior with white counters and a gray floor. The right side of the room consisted of a long rectangular window which looked down into a large deep room with nothing in it other than cameras pointed at the floor. The shorter of the two walked up to the window and pressed his snoot against it. His cyan fur was smearing the glass. The taller chupa placed his gray hand on the other's shoulder and said "Don't do that Fredaniel..." Fredaniel frowned sadly and removed his face from the glass. "Act professional, the others will be here shortly," the taller figure said to Fredaniel. He then proceeded to burp softly in the intern's face with rude intent. "Sorry Dr. Sanchez..." Dr. Sanchez and Fredaniel stood in front of the window before sitting down on two chairs. "This is going to be very messy Fredaniel," the doctor said before taking a swig from an alcohol flask he had brought in. "I hope you're ready," he smiled. "Oh geez... uh... I'd expect it to be messy since it's a weapon meant to, like, speed up the war and stuff..." Fredaniel said almost stuttering. "Oh, please it's not a kinetic weapon. It's not going to be your typical boring punctures and impact splatters. You're so uncreative and uninteresting," Dr. Sanchez said and pointed at Fredaniel with his flask. "Th-then what is it?" Fredaniel asked even more timidly, looking at Dr. Sanchez with offended eyes. "The losers on Sombris discovered a rare type of microbe and I had someone smuggle a bit of it back to Sirca. After growing it in my lab, I broke down some cultures of it with acid and extracted some weird proteins from it. My research suggested they'd act as powerful allergens." "Allergens?" Fredaniel was confused by Sanchez "We're going to make them sneeze... like... that's kind of underwhelming." "You're stupid, small, and wrong Fredaniel. I'm not giving away the final surprise. You'll see" Dr. Sanchez asserted, pointed, and then burped. "I'm 28..." Fredaniel whispered quietly to himself. -MEANWHILE DOWNSTAIRS- Two subjects had been captured the prior day, one from the blue army and one from the red. They were separated by a set of bars. The openings in the bars would be wide enough for them to squeeze through if it weren't for how overweight these two subjects were. The blue army chupa was snoring, still in his full armor which fit poorly around his great girth. He hadn't showered for a few days, so his light indigo fur stuck to the surface of the bare cot. The messy brown mane on his head and the brown tuft at the end of his paintbrush tail made his entire side of the room smell like dried up spit. His ballooning black undershirt stretched, and he cracked his blue armor as he got up and yawned. The big lug looked around with his fat head and rubbed his right hand against his eyeglass strapped over his right eye and he blinked. He then abruptly screeched as he realized he wasn't at his own base. This awoke the orange furry slimeball on the other side of the bars. The fat orange chupa jolted awake and scream-burped. He smelled even worse than the other one. The chubby orange chupa brushed his maneless head with his claws and looked over and then screamed again. "Oh! Ew! Fuck! Dareck from the beach!?" the orange chupa had a nightmare flashback where the fatass light indigo monster stole nachos from him and made him cry. "No!" Grif inhaled and his armor cracked as well from the force of his Cheeto colored gut. "Grif!?" Dareck shouted. Dareck could taste nachos just looking at Grif's chubby orange unclean face fur. "What are you doing here?" "I don't know! Fuck you! What are you doing here asshole!?" Grif said. "I don't know I'm here against my will too!" A snapping of gloves could be heard from the beyond the wall of the holding cells. The prisoners both went silent. The door opened and a chupa covered in medical wear came out and stepped in front of both cells. "Good morning." "What's going on?" Grif whined. "You two have been randomly selected to test out our new weapon to help end the war," the masked doctor said. Dareck looked at the doctor with a bruh face, then wiped the bruh face away and said "Um... I guess that could be fun. Do we get to go back to our posts afterwards?" Dareck imagined shooting a new kind of gun could be fun. "Of course," the doctor said. "I'm not fighting him!" Grif shouted. "Please no! Please!" Grif was on the verge of tears. "You will not be combatting each other," the doctor said. "Okay..." Grif said, now only confused. "Come with me," the doctor said as two armed guards appeared behind him and opened the cell doors. Dareck got up. His thighs squeezed underneath his armor as he walked to the door. The rusty metal on the side of the door frame scraped against both sides of his stomach as he popped through. Grif followed suit, though shorter and less massive than Dareck, Grif was more compact, and he waddled more as he nervously walked through the door which forced a fart out of him which was promptly ignored. A cold blue room awaited them across the hallway from their cells. The doctor stopped and stared at them as they stood there. "Here... you will have to take off all your clothes." "What!? Gay!" Grif whined. Dareck nonchalantly and without warning started taking off his armor piece by piece. "Dareck!?" Grif gasped. Dareck peeled off his under armor as his huge man tits and gut ballooned out in freedom and then... his god damn fucking cock. "What- what the h-h-h-hell?" Grif said. He started blushing hard seeing the large pink fleshy banana sized protrusion next to him flopping around over light indigo balls the size of grapefruits. "Come on don't act like you've never seen a slobby fatass naked before. You're one too," Dareck said to Grif. "I'm fat...but... I've never heard uh.... Anyone say it quite like that," said Grif. Pressure started building in Grif's crotch. It felt tighter than normal. He couldn't help but think about how others see him as having a body like Dareck's. Dareck looked like you could burst him open and splatter him everywhere. Grif never thought of himself as something like that. Grif now felt as if he wasn't fat but inflated with fat like a flesh ballon. Why was Grif getting an erection? Why is this hot? This should be gross! Grif's face was on fire. Maybe he liked thinking of himself like Dareck. It felt so dirty and manly. Grif stared off into space. Then Grif realized he might be gay like Dareck and then he just froze up entirely. Being gay was gay, which to him wasn't manly, which upset and confused Grif. Grif was an idiot. Dareck stared back at Grif. The doctor tapped his foot in frustration at Grif. The doctor snapped his fingers, and the guards undressed Grif. Grif didn't move or say anything or even blink or move his eyes the whole time. He was almost unconscious. The armor popped off and the under armor gave way to his rancid flopping chest oranges and big orange gut. "Ugh it smells like a dirty trucker in here," the doctor whined. Meanwhile one of the guards sniffed the air passionately and the other looked at him embarrassed. A final door opened, connecting the blue room to an empty white room with tall walls, cameras, and a viewing room. >Grif snapped out of it and looked through the door. When he saw the window, he frowned. "Um- I'm naked and people are watching. Why do we have to be naked for this? Does the gun connect to our penises and use our piss are ammo or something?" Grif asked. "You aren't going to be using the weapon, you're the targets," the doctor said. "What!?" Dareck shouted. The guards pushed him out into the room before he could defend himself. The guards quickly did the same to Grif and the door slammed behind the two. -X-UPSTAIRS-X- Three chupapeople with clipboards sat on chairs behind Dr. Sanchez and Fredaniel who were standing in front of the window. "Thanks for coming everyone. This is really going to put everyone at Project Freelancer and project Sombris to shame. Today we witness the invention of me, Dr. Lick Sanchez, an invention that will end this war with the total permanent bloody victory of the side willing to pay me the most money!" He gloated. "What could you have possibly done?" said a chupawoman with a raised skeptical eyebrow and a cup of coffee that also had a skeptical expression drawn onto it. Dr. Sanchez picked up a brief case off of the small black table before him and pulled out a little dart which he displayed carefully and triumphantly for all to see. "A little dart?" the skeptical lady said, her eyebrow even higher now. "This dart contains a formulated super allergen... with explosive results." Fredaniel looked at Sanchez with concern and constipation while the skeptical lady was getting even more skeptical looking with her face. Her expression was even spreading to the faces of the other two attendants who represented the two armies. Sanchez sighed "This extraterrestrial derived protein solution induces the chupadore immune system to ramp up inflammation. Inflammation beyond belief. So much that the entire chupadore body will just swell up bigger than the fattest livestock on the planet and explode like a tick and splatter their hot feverish innards across the battle filled! This is all delivered through this little dart. The army that has this will be able to liquify the enemy and then play in their hot steaming organs for fun when they're done! ... So long as they use biohazard suits to do so." The skeptical look on the skeptical woman was a little less severe whereas the two army reps had their jaws on the floor. "It's called the chupa-buster..." Sanchez smiled. "Show me and I'll stop being skeptical," the skeptical woman said. "Fine," he said. He looked down into the room below. The two naked fat chupa men stood there, Dareck and Grif. -X-DOWNSTAIRS-X- Grif looked at the window and the people staring down from above. He looked over at Dareck and his big pink penis protruding from under his huge stomach. Grif then looked down at his own greenish blue cock which he could barely see under his own stomach. Grif pinched himself to see if he'd wake up, but nothing happened. That's when it happened. Two darts shot from the wall, Grif panicked and screamed before a dart plunged into his belly fat causing him to wince. "Ow! No! Damnit!" Dareck looked at the dart that hit Grif and then looked at the other dart which then jabbed into Dareck's right moob. He just stared down at it without yelling even though it hurt. Grif started to breathe deeply as he started to feel as if he had sudden fever. He wiped his brow after noticing the sudden and instant large amount of sweat. Grif's stomach rose and fell as he hyperventilated. With each exhale Grif's stomach retracted less, and with each inhale it expanded more. Dareck felt the heat next and gently massaged his stomach as the inflammation set in. He could feel a warm tension build in his stomach. This aroused him. Grif waddled back from Dareck with a critical face. "How can you be horny at a time like this!?" He said, ignoring the fact that he was erect as well. "Part of me always kind of wanted to be a male porn star" Dareck said. "The gainer type." "Ew! Dareck! We're going to die!" Grif whined. Grif's stomach was swelling much faster and was now the size of a yoga ball. Dareck loomed over Grif as he was swelling faster and was already much fatter. His legs started to look small in comparison to his torso even though the inflammation was attacking his limbs too. "Ouch! Ouch! Ah! I'm naked and I feel like I'm wearing super tight clothes!" Grif shouted before falling on his ass which sent a shockwave through his ballooning body that almost made his eyes bulge out of his face. He tried to get back up. -X-UPSTAIRS-X- The skeptical lady was no longer skeptical "They're swelling up like grimy smelly man balloons." She said in a plain boring voice. "In twenty more seconds, they'll rupture," Sanchez said, "at this point on the battlefield they'd already be unable to fight." The red and blue army reps looked on in horror at the thought of the other army having this. They touched their own bodies thinking about if they were hit. "Oh, holy fuck geez I don't like this ow man this is too much," Fredaniel whined. "Just leave Fredaniel..." Dr. Sanchez said. -X-DOWNSTAIRS-X- Things were getting out of hand fast. A loud gurgling sound shook the room as the inflammation quickly rendered Grif unable to walk as his massive orb of a stomach weighed him down. Grif teared up as he was in full panic mode. As the pressure ebbed and flowed through his flesh and taut hide, his cock tightened under the weight of his gut. "Aaaaaaaaaggh!" Grif yelled. Dareck watched the horrific scene. The exact same phenomena swelled up his own body as he blushed and gazed. His tender moobs and tight gut loomed over Grif who was no longer paying any attention to Dareck. Dareck of course didn't want to explode either, but his stupid fucking dong was overriding his fear for his life. A red line formed under Grif's thin layer of fur which oozed an orange fluid. A jet of cum shot out of Grif's dick and POW! Grif, who was the size of a car and as round as an orange, tore his stomach and exploded into a barrage of pink guts covered in red blood and orange slime. Grif's lower half stayed put on the floor while his upper half flew back and then collapsed like a deflated husk. "Oh! No! God! Ah my insides smell worse than I thought!" His head screeched as he was somehow still alive. Dareck came and slobbered in his stupidity before his body, larger than Grif's, was POPPED as well! The rupture blasted Dareck apart and sent his guts everywhere, mixing them with Grif's and getting some light indigo intestine slime against the walls. "Agh," gurgled Dareck.
-X-UPSTAIRS-X- The army reps puked and the formerly skeptical chupawoman was intrigued and impressed. "This is intriguing. I like this product," she said to Dr. Sanchez. "Thanks! The auction for rights is tomorrow and production is ready to commence right now." "Excellent!"
-X-LATER-X- At first, Dareck assumed he was dead. He opened his eyes. He blinked and noticed he seemed to be immersed in some kind of fluid. He took a breath and felt nothing, but he tasted the fluid around him. It was cherry, a red flavor. He was upset it was not blue raspberry. He looked down to see nothing underneath him but glass over a counter. He then looked to the left. He saw Grif's head in a jar. Dareck screamed! Grif screamed back! "You're in still-alive fluid," said Dr. Sanchez to both of them. "I knew you'd remain alive for five minutes after popping thanks to prior experimentation, so I took the chance to harvest you both so I could sew your bodies back together and use you for more experiments." "You said we could go home after this!" Grif whined. "Yeah... I was going to send you back to your bases in buckets, but I changed my mind. This way you're still alive," Dr. Sanchez interrupted himself with a burp and a drink of rum, "You should be grateful." Dareck could now cry about the situation since he was no longer aroused. He was crying because his dick was no longer attached to his body. "My dick! Where did you put my dick!?" His tears disappeared into the fluid in the jar. "It's over there," Sanchez said, pointing to another jar. "All of your organs are safe... except for your digestive tracts." "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY FUCKING BELLY!" Dareck screeched. "You exploded! What did you fucking expect?" Sanchez barked. "My belly too?" Grif asked. "Yes, it's not repairable." "Fuck..." Grif sighed. "We'll give you both livestock stomachs. It's a chance to see if chupadore bodies accept those." Dr. Sanchez picked up Dareck and Grifs' head jars and placed them in a closet filled with action figures that were also in jars. "Night." "No- don't leave me next to hi-" Grif pleaded before the doctor shut the door on him. "Are you still upset about those nachos?" Dareck asked. Red vs Blue © Rooster Teeth. Halo © 343 Industries. Concept by Myshu, assisted by The Department of Chupapology.Powered by Random image |
