LostInTheExpandingWilderness

I couldn't think of a good composition for the next Ignia picture, so I did a picture for the Velara branch instead.

Still a WIP. Dunno why I'm struggling with this branch, perhaps a little bit of creative exhaustion.

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You decide to investigate the humming sound coming from the library. Using a crowbar from one of the broom closets you attack the door. The lock breaks straight out of the wood and the door creaks open. You see a room full of bookshelves that go from floor to ceiling. From the looks of it, this large room has remained dry, leaving the books a bit brittle but intact. The thick carpet is dark red and dusty, the golden highlights on it faded with age and wear. As you walk deeper into the room, it strikes you that aside from being old and dusty, the room is intact; even the windows, while filthy on the outside, are intact. There are heavy oak tables and padded chairs by the windows, and a sign hanging from the ceiling reads ‘silence’.

Once you get further in, a green-bluish glow comes into view, and then the stone or crystal block that is emitting it. On the floor lies a blue-green slab of stone, on which in turn sits a blue-green block, the two pieces look like they were carved from the same piece of greenish rock. The block has a circular hole in it, about half a foot across, where the light is concentrated. It hurts to look directly at this light, and up close the humming is loud and unpleasant; you can not merely hear it, you feel it. You also notice the air around the block is cold, so cold your breath becomes vapor. Fortunately, the object has a decently-sized metal switch on the top, with ‘on’ and ‘off’ clearly labeled. Figuring this device might be useful in a hot jungle but this is just a bit too cold, you flip the switch to ‘off’, figuring you can turn it back on later if you want to lower the temperature again.

The light fades and the humming mercifully ends, leaving you with an inert bluish green block, and surprisingly, a soft yawning sound. A small red feathered creature walks out of the hole, walks over the side of the block as though it were a spider, and then on to the slab. The creature yawns again and looks behind itself at the green block, then up at you, a twinkle in its eyes. Briefly you feel something brush against your mind, something full of fire.

“Did you set me free?” the creature squeeks in a feminine voice, grinning and wagging her tail. You tell her that apparently, you did. “Ooh, why thank you. I suppoooose I now owe you a favor…” She flutters her eyes at you. “What’s your name?” She asks a little too sweetly. “My name is Ignia Exedo, but you can call me Iggy.”

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You chat with the creature for a little bit. She explains that she is a dracogryph, and she doesn’t remember how she ended up in the frozen brick. She seems eager to cuddle up with you, and her hide feels cool to the touch. You offer her something to eat, but she declines, saying she isn’t hungry just yet.

Given that the library is the most intact room you have found so far, the two of you decide it is as good a place as any to settle into for the time being. Ignia helps clean out the dust by summoning gusts of wind, and once she is done, the library is livable. There are no beds, but the padding on the chairs is soft enough, so you gather those up and make a pile of cushions.

The sounds of arguing continue to come from downstairs, along with the sounds of things breaking and minds becoming irrational. Ignia cuddles up with your head as you lay on the heap of cushions and loose padding, speaking softly while she idly toys with your hair. “Silly people fighting over silly things…” She sighs deeply.

For a moment, you feel dizzy. Your vision is blurred, your thoughts are like a thick syrup. Take off your clothes, yes. You’re not sure where that thought came from, but you feel good as you’re taking off your clothes. You lay down again, relaxing on the cushions without your dirty apparel restricting you. You feel something cool move up your side, walking over your abdomen. Something grabs your penis and rubs it. You vaguely remember there being someone else here with you – you were talking to them just earlier, though you can’t remember what you were talking about. I couldn’t have been important. You feel your body heat rising, along with your penis. Something cool and hard is touching it, along with something soft and slick. The room becomes a blur, all that is left is you, floating in a dark void, and something else that is sliding something over your penis. Something hard, possibly sharp. Past the sharp, soft and wet, and cool. Briefly, something squirms and tiny paws grab at your pubic hair. You think you hear a soft grunt and a stretching sound.

A flash, bright as the sun, and then thoughts. Thoughts of fire, hunger, and a cock as big as your whole body stuffed down your throat. Through blurred vision you see a groin and pubic hair, and your neck and body feel like you are trying to swallow a barrel. It feels so good, but there is another void that must be filled. But how? The answer comes readily: You should give Iggy what she wants. ‘Who is Iggy?’ you briefly ponder. It doesn’t matter, something that feels so right, can’t possibly be wrong. The suggestion repeats, over and over, as you feel yourself building to climax. Lying limp in the dark void, only the suggestion remains with you, and then bliss and then nothing.

You wake in the middle of the night with a bursting headache. Rubbing your head, you wish you had an asperin handy. Iggy perks up from a pillow next to you. “What’s wrong?” She asks. You sit upright and rub your temples. After you explain that you have a terrible headache, she nods. “Maybe make a fire, that could help.” She suggests.

You are about to ask her how starting a fire would help a headache, but the thought of it alone causes another spike of pain. Groggily, you grab a stack of books and drop them on a table, where they fall sideways. As soon as you use your lighter to set them on fire, the pain recedes and you can think clearly again. What an odd remedy, but perhaps no more odd than everything else that’s been happening. Ignia climbs onto the table, excited. You warn her not to get too close to the fire, but she ignores you. Instead, she does the opposite. She walks up to the flames and breathes them in, sighing contently as a gust of wind appears and fans the flames higher. Not only do the flames grow, so does the little creature. Inhaling the flames, she moans as her little body creaks like a rubber band being stretched too hard, and she expands. A little at first, but each new huff is greater than the last, swelling her body a little more. Panting and moaning, she writhes in pleasure while her eyes and patches of her skin start glowing, as though she contained a miniature sun that is struggling to break free. Before long, she is as large as you, and the books are little more than ash.

The dracogryph sighs and leans back, idly touching herself with a foreclaw. “Mmmmm… Again.” She says. You start to ask her what she means, but the headache returns. “Let’s have sex again.” She commands. It seems like a good idea, and it seems you are already naked. You lay down beside her, and the pain disappears. She ‘kisses’ you with her beak as she slides over you. Even though she was just breathing in flames, Ignia is now cool to the touch, like a turkey out of the fridge. Her cool skin gives you goosebumps in the dark. You put your arms around her feathery back, and draw her against yourself. She takes the lead, putting her forepaws on your shoulders and pushing her torso up, while pushing her groin against yours. You help yourself into her, and she pushes down, yelping as she does so. Ignia grunts as she starts grinding up and down, grinning at you (you assume she is grinning, her beak is hard to read) while her surprisingly strong forepaws clutch your shoulders. Again you feel a flash in your brain, and you can see your own face looking back at you, slack-jawed, vacant eyes and all. You feel an attraction to that face, and the person behind it, a most awkward feeling, but it is genuine, though perhaps not especially deep. A greater desire burns inside you, not for the man under you, but for more. You see the man under you move back and forth, his body heat a delicious if empty appetizer. A new suggestion crosses your mind. You should help Iggy, not merely obey her. The suggestion repeats, again and again, as all you can see, feel, and hear, are two bodies grinding against each other in the night, turning into an amorphous bliss and then blackness.

You wake, again in the dark. You feel tired and cold. A hard, sharp object nudges you in the side. Ignia is standing next to you, urging you to get up. “Come on, it’s time. We can’t wait any longer.” You rise to your feet, grasping at where you hope your pants can be found. “Come on, hurry!” Ignia looks behind her, towards the door. Now you can hear the angry voices coming from the hallway. Things are being broken, men are laughing and cheering, other men and some women are screaming in terror. You put on the remainder of your clothes, while Ignia opens a window. “Hang on to me.” She says, as someone jiggles the door handle. The door is barricaded with furniture, but it won’t hold long.

Sitting on Ignia’s back while grabbing her around the neck, you ride her as she climbs out the window and down the side of the building. Her feet stick to the wall without her needing to grab anything, and you notice that you are not drawn towards the ground, but towards the wall. When she reaches the ground, gravity returns to normal. Ignia turns her head and grins at you. “Well that was fun. You really need to pick better friends. In fact, just pick me, you can’t go wrong with me.” The sounds of fighting and one-sided violence are all around. It seems as though survivors in several of the buildings have entered a rage, though of course it could simply be a small number of them inflicting their rage upon everyone else. You dismount and hurry into an alley as a group of a dozen or so young men comes running past, shouting, roaring like animals, and laughing as they throw torches into several of the buildings and fire crossbow bolts at those who try to flee. Another group of men enters the street from the other side, they too are on a rampage of some sort. The two groups see each other, point their spears at each other, but give each other a wide berth as they pass each other. “Pff, bullies preying on the weak but afraid of a real fight. What weaklings.” Ignia sighs and a gust of wind blows through the street, bringing in fresh oxygen and fanning the flames higher. You think about telling her to stop – there are people in those buildings, but the thought vanishes without you deciding it. A moment later you’re not sure what you were thinking of, but Ignia is excited again, breathing in the flames coming out of the building right next to you, expanding in size as she does. Standing next to the dracogryph, you don’t feel overly hot, but the smoke is going to become a problem. Ignia glances back at you with a big grin. Her head is now almost at chest height for you, you guess she is the size of a pony. It doesn’t seem she really needs to inhale the fire, simply being near it is enough. Her body creaks and expands like before, and her moaning and soft yelps tell you she is enjoying it.

The dracogryph’s body continues to expand, and she places a large forepaw on your chest. She rises up against the wall while pressing her groin against you, leaving a moist spot on your already filthy shirt. Ignia moans as she expands again, her thickening body pressing you against the stone wall. The sound of a group of men happily and drunkenly cheering suddenly draws closer, eliciting a feral, irritated growl from the dracogryph. She then lowers herself to the ground. “Hop on, we’ll finish this where we’re not interrupted.” After you get on, she climbs up the side of the building, and this time you’re positive; gravity reorients when she does. Once on the roof you can see how far the fire has spread; several buildings are ablaze, flames coming out the windows and even the flat rooftops. Ignia moans once more, rumbling in pleasure as the fire and heat cause her to expand. Her form swells well past the size of a horse, with no sign of slowing. She places a growing forepaw on your groin and gently rubs you, forcing an erection from your already thoroughly-milked member. Ignia and her paw grow greater still, accidentally pushing you down to the roof and illiciting a pleasured roar from her. She conjures a new wind; stronger this time, and the flames burn higher around her, and she grows higher with them.

I think the plot is coming back to me. I think after this one there will be one more picture of the 'core' story, and then two different ending pics.

Did an edit of Ignia 2, I like this a lot better. Gonna work on the third picture tonight, so long as the doctor doesn't tell me to not draw.

Still haven't written anything though, I had it all in my head and it sorta vanished, didn't quite like the first idea.

No chapter yet, I have the basics in my head, but I'm not sure how to connect the dots just yet.

Gonna let this gestate here for a few days, maybe make some edits before I post the final version. Not much happens here, this is just an introduction.

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You decide to investigate the humming sound coming from the library. Using a crowbar from one of the broom closets you easily force the old wooden door open. As it lands on the other side and kicks up a small cloud of dust, you see a room full of bookshelves that go from floor to ceiling. From the looks of it, this large room has remained dry, leaving the books a bit brittle but intact. The thick carpet is dark red and dusty, the golden highlights on it faded with age and wear. As you walk deeper into the room, it strikes you that aside from being old and dusty, the room is intact; even the windows, while filthy on the outside, are intact.

A green-bluish glow comes into view, and then the stone or crystal block that is emitting it. On the floor you see a blue-green slab of stone, on which in turn a blue-green block two feet on a side sits, effectively merged, perhaps carved from the same piece. The block has a circular hole in it, about half a foot across, where the light is concentrated. It hurts to look directly at this light, and up close the humming is loud and unpleasant, you can not merely hear it, you feel it. You notice the air around the block is cold, as your breath becomes vapor. Fortunately, the object has a decently-sized metal switch on the top, with ‘on’ and ‘off’ clearly labeled. Figuring this device might be useful in a hot jungle but this is just a bit too cold, you flip the switch to ‘off’.

The light fades and the humming mercifully ends, leaving you with an inert bluish green block. And, surprisingly, a soft yawning sound. A small red feathered creature walks out of the hole, walks over the side of the block as though it were a spider, and then on to the slab. The creature yawns again and looks behind itself at the green block, then up at you, a twinkle in its eyes. Briefly you feel something brush against your mind, something full of fire.

“Did you set me free?” the creature squeeks in a feminine voice, grinning and wagging her tail. You tell her that apparently, you did. “Ooh, why thank you. I suppoooose I now owe you a favor…” She flutters her eyes at you. “What’s your name?” She asks a little too sweetly. “My name is Ignia Exedo, but you can call me Iggy.”

So, I've been thinking about what the next story branch should be, and I've decided to choose it with a poll. I may still use losing ideas at a later date, this merely determines the *next* branch.

The next story branch should contain:

Push it to the limit!

All hail your new overlord. Overlady.

I wanted to edit the face but I couldn't think of any way to fix the problems without redoing half of it. So, here we go.

So I've written the second story branch. I couldn't come up with a good ending for Velara's branch so I decided to just do a different one in the meantime instead.

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Chapter 2b1

You decide to go down to the basement. As you descend the stairs, the vegetation becomes more dense, soggy, and pale. Using your cellphone to light the way, you avoid slipping and reach the floor. You are standing in a long hallway, its walls neat and straight stone, covered in more of these odd growths. Every hundred feet you find a pair of doorways, one on each side of the corridor. The wooden doors and occasional lost chair are warped, as though they became alive, attempted to grow into tree, and then died again. Now they are malformed, useless, and covered in mold. The skittering noise is gone now, all you hear is shuffling and mumbling from one of the rooms, labeled ‘Storage 17’.

The door yields easily. Its metal hinges rusty but still functional, the soggy warped wood simply breaks off when you try to open the door. Instead of landing with a crash, the broken door sags and flops against the wall quietly. This storage room must have once been used for old books. Rows of warped and soggy wooden shelves occupy most of the space, almost all shelf space taken up with pale soggy masses of fungal growth, the only indication that these were once books the leather covers. Illuminating them with your phone you can still make out some of the titles. ‘Fourteen Nights with the Fox’, ‘Forever Alone’, ‘Force of the Dark Phoenix’, the contents of all of these books forever lost to the mold.

As you continue through the room you find the back end has been crudely rearranged. All the shelves are pushed to the sides, and the far wall has a gaping hole fifteen foot wide. You shine your light into it, but can’t see the end.

For a moment you wonder where the sound was coming from, but then you spot something on the floor next to you. A leather backpack – one that has seen better days, but has obviously been patched. More importantly, it is not soggy like everything else in here. You look around for the owner with your light, but there’s no one here. Then you hear the muffled sounds again, directly above you. Shining your light up, you see a woman stuck to the ceiling, mouth and arms covered by the webbing of what you can only imagine is a spider of enormous proportions. Her skin is white as milk, and instead of hair she has a black crest of some kind on her head. You make contact with her pleading eyes and whisper that you will attempt to help her.

You retrieve a rusty metal step from a broom closet and plant it on the soggy floor. As you climb up you notice that behind the woman a spider the size of a couch has been similarly webbed to the ceiling. The spider is black and hairless, and appears uninjured, though its clawed legs are tied together in what must be a painful position. You use a rusty knife and your lighter to remove some of the webbing, starting on the arms – you don’t want to burn or cut her face. Once you have cleared one of her arms, the woman starts ripping the webbing from her face. You almost fall off the stepladder once she is able to open her mouth and you see she has fangs – fangs that move. She catches you with one arm, allowing you to place your feet back on the step ladder as you dangle. “Hurry!” She whispers. “They’ll be back soon.” She twists and starts removing the webbing from the spider, using the lighter and knife without much care of collateral damage. You start to protest, but she looks back at you, confused. It’s then that you notice she and the spider are connected. From the thorax, Where you imagine the spider’s eyes and mandibles would be, the woman’s torso sprouts. She roughly cuts the webbing around the legs, every cut causing the webbing to lose part of its structural integrity. Lower and lower the human-spider creature sags as the remaining webbing is strained further.

With a wet thud she lands on the fungus-covered floor. She rights herself, nervous and looking into the tunnel with wide eyes. “We need to go, quickly.” Without even explaining herself, she ushers you out the door, nimbly folding up her legs one by one as she passes through herself. She hurries you up the stairs, and closes the doors to the stairway, blocking them with a large decorative armoire. “Thanks” She says, holding her side. It’s only then you notice she is hurt; from a cut on the side of her torso a trickle of red blood flows, staining the filthy carpet and leaving a trail wherever she goes. You remember something about cleaning the wound, and needing alcohol, but a group of agitated men approaching from an adjacent hallway interrupts you. The spider woman bolts, climbing over the walls, knocking over worn paintings and lamps before she finds a large enough window and exits the building. The men enter the hallway, brandishing spears, anger, and the smell of alcohol. They look at you, and you decide it’s best to stay clear of them.

Throughout the day, you keep your distance from most of the other survivors. They aren’t dealing with the situation well – tensions led to a fight and at least one person died. The others threw the body outside, it was gone in less than ten minutes. You really don’t want to be caught in their petty tribal squabbles, especially once you found a source of food. An assortment of apparently edible fruit covers the walls in some of the more damaged areas of the building, there is no need to fight, if only people stopped being such idiots...

You lie on the filthy couch, listening to the heated arguments from the floor below. Night has fallen, but you’re not sure going to sleep is a good idea. You rest your hand on the hilt of your rusted knife, listening to the angry voices downstairs. You have candles in the room – an old study – but the spider woman ran off with your lighter. There are some books here, some of them quite interesting - perhaps even useful – but to preserve your phone battery you decided to wait until morning.

A scratch. Outside. Something is coming up the wall. The woman’s face appears outside the window, smiling at you. She softly taps the window, looking behind her briefly, perhaps she doesn’t want to be on the side of the building too long. You turn on your light, walk over and open the window, allowing her to enter. She first hands you your lighter back, then casually works her way in. “I never got the chance to thank you properly. Giving you back your fire thing was the least I could do.” In this moment of peace and calm, you finally have a chance to give her a good look. Despite the massive size of her spider body, it appears a bit undersized for her human torso. Her skin doesn’t look like it’s chitinous, but rather some kind of rubbery hide. Perhaps she has an internal skeleton instead of an exoskeleton? Her side has healed, and there is no sign of the bruises she must have acquired during her escape from the basement. “I’m Mani, nice to meet you.” She offers a hand, a bit awkwardly, as though she knows the gesture but never made it. You shake her hand, feeling the small claws on her fingers.

With your phone battery already two-thirds gone, you are forced to turn it off again, and in the dark the two of you sit down to chat. Mani explains she is an exile, in a sense. Being the only sentient individual in a hive, she could not be controlled by the queen, and was treated increasingly hostile as time passed. Eventually she left of her own accord. “If I try to approach the hive, chances are the guards will kill me on sight.” Mani speaks softly, a bit sadly. “Assuming it’s still there, of course. Nothing that big and dumb survives in the jungle for long.” You offer her a piece of fruit, but she declines. “I need to keep my size in check. No eating on the surface, or I won’t be able to hide underground anymore.” She reads the confusion on your face, herself a bit puzzled. “You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”

Mani patiently explains how the jungle works; the surface is an endless cycle of creatures killing, eating, and dying, at a ferocious pace. There is always a larger, more dangerous creature that wants to eat you, the only way to survive is to hide underground, where one can eat without instantly gaining size. The surface world is where one hunts for food, and where magical artifacts and other resources can be found.

“I was ambushed before I had even gotten to the surface. After you freed me I was able to find a little bit, but not much. Some expedition this has been.” She chuckles a bit sadly to herself. “I found you though. You have no idea how hard it is to find someone sane in this place.” There is a brief, slightly awkward silence as Mani idly plays with a humanoid skull, smiling and staring at you. She asks you about your origins, and when you explain your recent history to her, she doesn’t seem surprised at all, as though this were a common occurrence; even the crashed airliner doesn’t seem odd to her. She casually mentions seeing a broken metal bird, figuring that was your ‘airship’. All the while, she appears to be listening to the sound of your voice while looking you over, hands idly stroking the skull, rather than listening to your story per se. The sound of angry voices and glass breaking occasionally comes through the floorboards, illiciting little more than a chuckle and a roll of the eyes from her. While you explain the less exciting events of the afternoon to her, she slides up next to you and slowly moves her arms around you, resting her head on your shoulder.

You’re not quite sure what you did that was particularly charming, but Mani seems to be sold on you. After a few moments, sensing no resistance, she moves one hand into your shirt, while licking your neck behind the ear. You feel her small prehensile fangs move and tickle the skin of your neck, as well as her hot breath. She whispers something in a language you can’t comprehend, but you’re somehow confident it was exorbitantly inappropriate.

Her many legs allow her to slide behind you, while keeping one hand in your shirt, and the other going through your hair. Mani’s breathing has gotten faster now, you can both hear and feel her breath on your neck, and feel her breasts pressing against your back. “Come on, please don’t be so passive…” She whispers, pausing her movements as though to wait for a response, leaning her face over your side so she can look at you.

You reach for her face, stroking your hand along her cheek. One of her fangs twitches involuntarily, poking out of her mouth, giving her the look of half a vampire. With one finger still touching her chin, you guide her face to yours. Once you even hint at kissing, Mani practically rolls over you, pushing her mouth against yours, pushing your back flat against the dirty sofa, her abdomen resting heavily on your feet.

The spider woman’s breathing continues to intensify, it’s as though she’s possessed, so excited she is becoming. Breaking free from the kiss, she pulls her torso up, and her abdomen forward, not losing eye contact. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated. Then she lowers herself again, wrapping her many legs around you. They feel like cool, smooth, supple but tough pillars, each of them as strong as a normal human arm, eight of them make for a powerful embrace.

The two of you roll off the sofa, partially breaking it as you do. Mani rolls herself onto her back, letting you sit on her abdomen. She grins, not merely lustfully, but genuinely happy. Several of her spider legs rest against your lower body, claws gently pressing into your skin, one of them tugging at your pants, another leg moving up under your shirt. You take off your clothes, letting her place them on the sofa until you’re entirely naked. She pulls you against herself, caressing you with her arms, her legs doing a somewhat less dexterous, similar thing. She kisses you again, but more tenderly this time, before rising to her feet while still hugging you, and placing you on the broken sofa. She crawls over you, placing the lower part of her abdomen over your erection, legs on either side of you, her clawed hands in your hair. You help guide your erection into a small discreet slit on the abdomen when she lowers it, a suppressed yelp and her body tensing telling you you’re in the right spot.

Mani starts pressing down on you, letting the weight of her smooth, slick, soft abdomen push you into the cold, dirty sofa. She moans softly, grunting every time she presses down. The rhythm continues for what may have been forever, but might as well have been an instant, before your partner’s movements cease to be rhythmic and become frantic instead, along with her panting. You both climax, and you feel the walls of her vagina tug at your member, sucking you for all you are worth.

Perhaps you feel safe with Mani here, perhaps you are exhausted from sex, perhaps you were already tired and merely needed an excuse to fall asleep. Either way, you fall asleep almost immediately and dream of the birds, bees, and a spider that eats them all.

Chapter 2b2

You wake to the sound of insects chirping. A giant spider leg lies across your chest, another sits between your legs. As you wake up fully and get up, you find six more spider legs and two human arms wrapped around you, all connected to the spider woman sleeping on the wrecked sofa. In her sleep she almost seems to be biting at something, or eating it. Her little fangs twitch and grab at nonexistent prey.

You eat a purple fruit and go to a restroom to relieve yourself. The sewer is probably not working, it will be necessary to fix it or find an alternative. Washing your hands in a bowl of rainwater, you notice Mani waking up. She makes some inhuman sounds and takes a few moments to arrange herself into something presentable. She stumbles around briefly before noticing where you are. A smile appears on her face and she walks over, going right over the furniture and rubble strewn across the room. “Good morning.” She groggily says. If she had had hair you would imagine it being a tangled mess right now. You hold out a hand as she climbs over a broken shelf, but instead of taking it, she slides against you and kisses, taking your hand as an afterthought. Breaking the kiss, she smiles a feral grin and says: “How about we go for a meal?”

Mani is more than happy to let you ride her as she climbs down the side of the building. It is nice not having to go through the tribal shenanigans going on among the other survivors. The air is warm and a bit less moist than it was the other day, or perhaps you are getting used to it. Mani crawls through ruins and under things, rarely going over them. It is difficult following her path on two legs, but she insists it is the safe path. Given how nothing has eaten you yet, you have to concede she is probably right; especially considering there are flesh eating plants and other hungry things everywhere, she must be doing a good job guiding you.

You ask her why she has changed her mind – last night she insisted that eating and growing was a bad idea, but now she claims to be ravenous. She merely grins at you lustily, she claims she doesn’t know why, but her hunger is real and intense. You offer her a piece of fruit, and she eats it. Not by peeling it, but by putting her fangs into it and sucking it dry. When she notices your discomfort, or thinks she does, she apologizes and swallows the thing whole, her jaws and throat distending as the apple-sized fruit makes its way down. You ask her if she’s going to spin a web, but she chuckles and shakes her head. “I’m not like that, I can’t make webs. The only thing I can make is eggs. Oh, this is perfect.” Her eyes find something behind you, a large wet shape slumped against an orphaned stone wall. The two of you make your way over to the shape; you’re not quite sure what this is, or was, perhaps a fat earthworm or some other invertebrate. The creature is the size of a large van, and its fanged mouth makes you glad it’s dead. Mani excitedly crawls up to it.

“We’ll have to move quickly, other predators will be here soon!” Mani immediately sinks her fangs into it and starts sucking. An undulating motion goes through her mouth and throat, and along with the sound of liquid flowing it’s very clear she is effectively ‘drinking’ the creature’s innards. The spider woman begins moaning and grunting, sinking her clawed hands into the creature’s soft exterior, intensifying her sucking. You can see her abdomen begin to swell, rhythmically at first, but then steadily as the sucking becomes a constant flow of gurgling and sloshing, accompanied by inhuman grunts of pleasure and abandon. The spider woman’s legs begin to grow as well, expanding and lengthening while her abdomen inflates. As her size increases, so does her hunger, her grunts become bestial, her sucking now visibly deflating the dead creature, its mass being transferred to the rapidly growing spider creature sitting on top of it. Mani’s fangs expand, becoming powerful mandibles, the fleshy part under the hard fang tip visibly distending every time liquid is sucked through them. Everything about Mani that is spider swells and expands as she fills herself, including her mandibles which rapidly become too large to fit back into her mouth. A second pair of breasts forms under her existing one, and they all expand. Then another pair forms, and another. A second, smaller pair of fangs protrudes from her mouth, and embed themselves into the creature, letting her suck that much faster. Within minutes, the creature is reduced to what amounts to a large empty bag, the spider creature looming over it that much larger. The mandibles move and pull the flesh bag into Mani’s mouth, continuing to forcibly shove rolled-up flaccid flesh into the otherwise mostly-human mouth until it too has been entirely devoured. The spider woman pants, looking at you with feral lust in her eyes, her mouth parts still dirty with whatever it was that she just ate. She ponderously moves her huge body to face you, her distended abdomen dragging heavily over the jungle floor.

Ignoring her new size, she presses her human torso against yours, her rows of breasts pressing into you as she kisses you softly, resting her arms on your shoulders. Her two outermost mandibles are now almost the size of traffic cones, resting against the sides of your head, the two innermost ones are the size of several fingers held together. When she kisses, both her tongue and her inner mandibles make their way into your mouth, making the kiss a rather one-sided affair, though she is still gentle about it. Judging by the way her lower jaw moves, you suspect she can open her mouth a lot farther than you have seen so far…

“How about another go, love?” She says, the sound of her voice oddly melodious in your head. You glance at the enormous abdomen, how are you supposed to make love to that body? The thought melts as Mani caresses you with her human hands, and whispers things at you you don’t understand. She rolls over on her back, and you go to the back end of her abdomen. The slit is still in the same position, and has grown somewhat larger, though not nearly as much as the rest of her. You mount her as best you can and push yourself into her slit. Her moans and grunts and the tremors going through the bloated abdomen being her contribution to the event. You wonder if this is how insects mate, but this thought too melts. Once you have sufficiently ‘serviced’ her, she rights herself heavily, making deep thumping noises when she moves, and positions herself to kiss and caress you.

Chapter 2b3

You lost track of time once again, but this time things are definitely moving faster. Riding on Mani’s back, you no longer need to worry about following in her footsteps, but her path seems more dangerous now. She insists on attacking and eating everything vaguely edible she comes across, so long as it’s not bigger than she is. When you tell her it’s too dangerous she gives you a frustrated and confused look. “I am not a coward, and I will be a proper queen for you!” Is the kind of reply you get from her. She insists she is doing this for you, but at the same time, she listens to your suggestions less and less, while having fewer and fewer qualms about giving you ‘suggestions’. “Wait here and remain quiet.” She says as she goes to feed on a house-sized wildebeest that came crashing through the canopy moments earlier. Her feeding is as efficient as ever, it takes her only a minute to drink the creature as though it were a pack of yoghurt. When she is done, she has bloated to even more monstrous proportions, as she has every time. Her abdomen becomes larger and more pronounced, her breasts become larger and more numerous, her fangs grow larger and more menacing, and her head extends into a monstrous maw to accommodate them all. Her arms and face remain as they were originally, lost in the expanding mass of monstrousness around them. Every time she returns from a feeding, she kisses you, professes her love for you, and then lowers herself so you can ride on her back.

Not this time. “Mate with me.” She says, panting heavily. Every time she feeds her lust expands, and this is one of the times where she needs to be serviced. She kisses you, but her mouth is so large, her mandibles so monstrous, it is more a hug than a kiss. She does her best to pleasure you, licking you with her massive tongue, working your erection with her human lips, which comprise only the tiny front tips of the upper and lower jaw. She presses the first of her breasts against you, doing her best attempting to arouse you; if breasts were water, this would be drowning in the ocean without dying, the white walls of flesh pressing around you, many tones of flesh keeping you pinned and shielding you from the jungle. You accidentally find one of the breasts’ nipple, a black spot comically small compared to the vast expanse of white around it. You lick it, gently nibble on it. A deep rumble and undulations of flesh indicating your lover’s approval. “Now mate with me.” She commands. Without thinking about it, you walk all the way to her back end and find her genital slit. It has by now grown large enough for a man’s head to pass through, which makes it extremely small for the creature’s overall size. You know by now though that the flesh is incredibly flexible and tough; she could probably jam an elephant’s leg in there without much discomfort. For now though, your member will have to do, and she has never complained. Her slit sucks you against her abdomen, as it always does, and milks you. You couldn’t push against this body anyway, it would be like humping a wall, and unless she rolls over, all you can do is merely to let it happen. There is little pleasure initially, except the mechanical release of your semen. Then, presumably when the seed impregnates her – again – there is a shudder and in your head you can feel her pleasure. The immense abdomen creaks and groans like an overinflated water balloon as untold numbers of eggs are fertilized and start growing. Thus far, she has laid only a small number of eggs, which hatched into males of her kind; far smaller and seemingly lacking any intelligence. They follow their mother (and their father, you suppose) but say nothing, content to be mere servants, arming themselves with whatever weapons your group comes across. One glance at the enormous distended abdomen and you can imagine Mani will need to start laying in earnest sooner rather than later.

“Come here and ride me.” She commands. You walk back to the front and she again kisses you. She still pants, still filled with lust and excitement, her sentences frequently interrupted when she needs to catch her breath, or can’t stop kissing you. “I love you, you’re amazing. I will be your queen, the best, the most fertile, the most powerful. For you I will devour everything and become everything. I promise, I will not disappoint you, my love.”

The body is actually based off an old commission for Gahtren, everything else is new.

Picture 3 (and 3.1) are also already basically done, but I want to tweak them a little bit before posting.

Another future character for the story. Again, I haven't written anything, I guess I'll have to do a bunch of stories soon.

I still can't decide what to do with Velara's ending, so here's the first picture of a story branch that'll happen in the future. This dragoness may be tiny, but has grand aspirations.

This won't be the only dragon, I have another dragon idea lined up, just not sure how to implement it yet.

(goes with images Velara 3 and 4)

I may still make changes if I feel like they improve the story.

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Chapter 2a3

The bird woman paused her gorging for a moment. She sat on the rock, panting heavily. Her face was covered with feathers, but you had the impression she was blushing. “Oh… oh. Sorry about that, I’m not used to this.” She said, her voice slightly uneven. Velara stepped down from the rock, her large talons pressing into the jungle floor under her considerable weight. She didn’t appear very stable though, and you reached out to help steady her as she wobbled. Then she fell forward, smothering you under her four ample breasts. “Oh! Sorry! My body feels different now, my balance is all off.” Velara put her wing-hands to your sides and started pushing herself off when she noticed your erection poking into her belly. If you weren’t sure before, she was definitely blushing now. “Oh… Eheh…” Velara smiled awkwardly. “We should er… maybe do this somewhere else? It’s not safe here.” You nodded and she got up, but not before giving you a peck on the cheek.

Standing upright on the ground next to you, she towered over you, easily your height and half again. Velara was still a bit wobbly, having added so much weight so quickly, but it didn’t seem to affect her confidence. “I will see you back on the roof where we left the loot.” She said, and with that she took off.

You went back into the building and up the roof, where you arrived to find her stuffing herself with fruit and bugs. She must have gained at least two hundred pounds since you saw her minutes ago. Velara appeared almost embarrassed to be seen this way, and she stopped eating as soon as she noticed you. “Oh, hey. I err… figured if I’m going to carry both you and the crate I should eat a little more.” She shifted a little awkwardly as you approached, not moving towards the crate. Instead she walked up to you, stopping only once her large belly was mere inches from your face. Putting one wing hand on your shoulder, she put the other on the side of your head, gently going through your hair. Her voice was uneven like before, perhaps more so this time, and while you couldn’t see her face, you could hear she was panting. “Going through all this has left me a little… stimulated. Maybe you’re willing to… help me with that? It’s a dangerous trip, we don’t want any… distractions.” She gently moved her wing hand behind your head and pressed your face into her belly. She felt warm, and though her belly was soft, her skin felt firmer and thicker than normal human skin. Placing your arms around her, hands barely reaching to the side of her hips, you mumbled something into her belly. Velara giggled and lowered herself, sitting down on her haunches and placing her head just above yours.

While you undressed, she reached down and slowly, carefully kissed you on the lips with her beak. Her beak was hard and sharp, but she was careful not to hurt you. Her hot breath smelled of sweet fruit, her tongue tasted of sweet and bitter. Her wings moved around you as she gently rolled onto her side, her weight pressing you into the vegetation growing on the roof. Velara nibbled at the side of your neck while she moved a wing over you, her four soft breasts pressing against your belly, groin, and upper legs. You caressed her neck, finding the place where her feathers started. Her skin felt warm and solid, the weight of her body contained behind thick but flexible hide, gently sagging and pressing into your hands. Her feathers were soft and firm, seemingly with no temperature of their own. You kissed her on the neck, while she pressed herself against you with her wings and moaned softly. She moved upwards, a bit clumsily, her four large, heavy breasts sliding over you, following the contours of your body. Once your groins were in the right relative position, her heavy belly was pressed against your face, though not with her full weight, as she was holding herself up on her wing hands. She lowered herself onto your member as you guided it into her, kissing her on the belly at the same time. Velara cooed as her surprisingly tight vagina slid around your rock-hard penis, and the flesh of her groin and thighs pressed into yours by her massive weight. She slowly started moving up and down, her moaning becoming louder. You reached your arms around her belly as far as possible and hugged her body as it slowly and rhythmically moves above you. You tried pushing into her, but from position you could exert no force at all. Perhaps feeling your movements, Velara stopped and rolled over on her back, pulling you with her so that you ended up on top of her. Rising to your elbows, you gave her a glance. Her chest with the massive breasts rose and fell with her deep breaths, and she looked back at you. Her expression appeared somewhat vacant, but perhaps her beak was just hard to read. You guided your member back into her and then put your hands on her belly, slightly sinking into the soft flesh while her massively thick inner thighs pushed into your sides. You pushed into her, eliciting a moan from her, her massive talons clawing at the air above you. Her wing hands found your shoulders and the back of your head as she started to move with your pushes, her back arching every time. You pushed again and again, her moans and pants becoming louder, and her wing hands pushed your face and upper torso into her belly as she forcefully hugged you in the throes of ecstasy. You expected a mighty eagle screech perhaps, but when you both came, all you heard from her was a very restrained “hgggggnnnnn” as she threw her head back, closed her eyes, and arched her back whith her talons spread out in the air.

Afterwards, she rolled over on her side, giving you enough time to dismount before giving you a wing-hug and another beak-kiss, this one more modest but with more eye contact.

A few minutes later you were putting your clothes on again while she positioned herself to take off with the crate in her talons. You would be riding on her back. It seemed dangerous , but given how much extra weight she was already carrying, both in terms of cargo and sheer body weight, your own weight probably wouldn’t be a problem.

From above, the jungle looked just as menacing. Carnivorous plants the size of office buildings were visible in the distance, and screams of killing and dying animals periodically came from all directions, overpowering the normal jungle sounds. You clung to Velara’s back and neck as she weaved her way between the treetops. She avoided going too high, as she wanted to avoid being seen by some of the larger plants – apparently they had a way of attacking things high up in the air. The harpy carried both the crate and you, and her own weight, apparently with ease. You remember hearing something about biomechanical factors limiting the size of birds, but apparently Velara had never heard of them.

In a flash, a black glob attached to a gooey string struck Velara and you from the side, gluing you to her back and pulling you towards one of the trees. Velara screeched and flapped her wings, trying to stabilize. The two of you were pulled into the treetop, a dense network of giant branches, each in turn covered in vines and detritus, creating an environment of many stacked ‘floors’ connected by branches and in some places, bones. Velara crashed into the branches and was pulled on her side, dragged towards a monstrous gaping barnacle on the side of the tree’s trunk. Protruding from the center of the barnacle was a monstrous insectile head ten feet long.

The force of the crash had pulled you off Velara’s back, along with the feathers you were glued to. Grabbing a sword from the crate, you ran over to halfway between Velara and the mouth, and swung down on the gooey string. It was like striking at tar, the goop closed behind the damage instantly. Velara had righted herself and was struggling to resist the pull. “Hurry, kill it!” She screeched, eyes wide, claws dug into the ‘ground’ beneath her. You ran over to the head protruding from the barnacle. It was massive, you had no idea how you were going to kill it. Before you could get in the first hit, you noticed a similar, but much smaller head emerging from a hole nearby. It was another giant insect, this one ‘merely’ the size of a large dog. You immediately and clumsily swung your sword at it, separating its head from its body. Immediately another came, and another. You swung your sword at them, and even though you had the fighting skills of a wet noodle, the sword went through the insects like a hot knife through butter. Meanwhile Velara was still slowly being pulled closer to the giant mouth.

Then you had an idea. Her beak was still free, and you had a source of food right here. Sticking the sword into the first of your victims, you dragged it towards her. Behind you, more emerged. She didn’t need to be explained what you were trying to do. As soon as the disgusting insect corpse was in range, she bit into it, raised her head and started swallowing it. The carcass made awful crunching noises as it was devoured; Velara’s expression was all the indication you needed that you would not be trying this particular meal yourself. You repeated the process with the other creatures you had killed, and so did Velara. She started growing immediately, the relatively small meals making her slightly stronger and better able to resist the goop tongue. The other creatures reached the two of you, and you fought them off as best you could. Individually, the insects were no match for velara. Whenever she could, she quickly gobbled them up, but there were a lot of them. You swung your sword back and forth wildly, cutting insects left and right. You kicked some of the parts in Velara’s path for her to eat. It looked like you were going to lose – there were just too many insects. But then you noticed the giant head in the barnacle was being pulled out. Glancing behind you, you saw Velara had already doubled in size and was now the one pulling the other towards her. The insect in the barnacle was pulled out, and rather than be pulled towards what was now obviously a dangerous predator, simply released the glob from Velara and pulled it back into itself. Velara herself quickly turned her attention towards the insects attacking you, quickly crushing several under her massive talons, and eating the rest, growing even larger. Not only was Velara growing larger and heavier, her proportions were shifting to a more feral shape, though she retained the large breasts, which were growing with her.

More insects streamed out of the tree and you gestured to the crate. “Quickly, we should leave now!” You shouted, but the bird woman was already making her way to the bugs crawling out of the tree. They never had a chance, and not much more tactical sense either. They simply streamed out to their demise while Velara swelled larger and larger. It wasn’t long before she was so large she could attack the large creature in the barnacle. She placed a mighty talon around its head and pulled it out of its hole, biting it in the neck. After that she forced the whole monster down her throat. Her jaws distended, something you didn’t know beaks could do, or perhaps her anatomy was subtly different. Then her throat distended, and then her body. Again she grew larger, her flesh groaning and creaking as her thick skin stretched to contain her bulk. By the time she was done with the insect colony, she had grown to the size of a tyrannosaurus and then some! After the gorging, she took a moment to calm down. She was panting, her breath was hot and you could see she was aroused. Her head turned around to find you, as though she only now remembered she was in someone’s company. “Oh, hey. Er, sorry about that. I er, figured it was best we deal with them now, you know…” She stepped and turned in place, awkwardly, almost destroying this level of the tree as the massive branches creaked under her enormous weight. “I guess we should leave now…” She added as she walked closer. It was hard to gauge her expression, but she seemed to be embarrassed. She lowered herself, allowing you to climb onto her back, before she picked up the crate in one mighty talon and took off again.

During the rest of the brief trip, nothing dared attack you. Approaching a rocky outcropping with a lit tunnel entrance, she dropped the crate and landed beside it, barely fitting on the ledge.

Chapter 2a4

Velara had used the ring to rever to human form, and together you carried the crate into the tunnel. Nothing grew on the walls; Velara explained the rock here secreted something toxic that caused plants to die, so there was no reason for animals to come here either. “If you touch it, make sure to wash your hands before you eat anything.” She added. “It’s not healthy for animals either.” The tunnel ended in a small cavern with a round platform in the ground, a pedestal in the center. After you and the crate were on the platform, Velara casually tapped the pedestal, causing the platform to start lowering into the ground. “This is entirely too many fingers.” Velara chuckled as she wriggled her fingers in front of her face.

Soon the platform arrived at its destination, another small cavern somewhere deep underground. The two of you carried the crate off and towards a small steel door in the cavern wall. Velara knocked and got someone on the other side to open it. On the other side you found a large cavern with an artificial light, its own jungles and farms, and a small village, as well as a few buildings scattered about. Most importantly, you heard no screaming animals, though there was no shortage of non-human creatures. Velara led you straight to one of the shops in the village, and bartered with the shop keeper, a snake person you couldn’t tell was male or female. After a heated argument, Velara eventually agreed to a price for most of the items – one she obviously felt was inadequate, but had no choice but to accept – and you then traveled to a different store, where she used most of the money to buy a potion. Finally, she led you to her house, a small somewhat ramshackle building on the edge of the village. One of the walls was in fact the village palisade, town guard would be walking on her roof in the event of a battle.

She casually led you in, throwing the leftover items on the lone, worn couch without looking. “You can leave your jacket and your sword in the closet by the door. There’s some stuff left in the pantry, help yourself if you want. I’m going to help my friend now, I’ll be right back.”

The couch and wooden floor were badly scratched, and several wooden chairs had been positively mauled by years of clawed creatures using them as perches. You noticed only now that several of them were nailed to the floor, probably to make better perches. The pantry had some cheese, salted fish, crackers, and a few jars with some kind of fruit in them. You put some cheese on a cracker and ate it – the first proper civilized food you had had in a while.

Velara returned a few minutes later, looking brighter than she had before. “My friend will recover. The potion worked, but it’ll take some time.” She helped herself to a piece of salted fish, struggling to grasp it with clawless human hands. “How do humans do anything with these?” Once she had swallowed the fish, she sat down on one of the most damaged perch-chairs. It didn’t look comfortable. “I’m sorry about all the mystery, but my friend is afraid of humans. I don’t want to cause her needless stress. Once she’s better I’ll ask her if she wants to meet you, okay?”

You nod and tell her that’s alright. Meanwhile she had already gotten off the wooden chair. “Hey, what do you say we go out and get a meal. Something that isn’t disgusting for a change?” As if on command, your stomach growled. Velara laughed and started putting on some awfully mismatched clothes. At no point had anyone in the village commented on Velara being nude, even though most of the villagers wore clothing. When you asked about the clothes, she chuckled. “I know humans get embarrassed when people are naked. You’ve been blushing the whole day, I think it’s burned into your face now.

She led you to a restaurant in the center of the village. The fare was quite varied and alien, but Velara helped you with some suggestions. You chatted about the day, and you told her about the events leading up to your arrival in the jungle. Velara was especially curious about the aircraft the humans of Earth built, and suggested exploring the wreckage tomorrow.

In turn, she told you about her history here. She had been born in this village, where the insane magical rules of biology don’t apply – an entire area existed under the jungle where things were still ‘normal’. People tried to live more or less normal lives here, though they also used the surface for farming sometimes. Some of the more adventurous types would go out into the jungle to explore ruins, bring back magic or gold, and sometimes got eaten. It was a very dangerous way to make a living. When Velara’s friend and roommate had fallen ill she had started adventuring with the hopes of making enough money to buy the cure. She had been largely unsuccessful, and had eventually ended up in the sticky situation you found her in. Had you not found her, she would have at the very least lost most of her feathers.

She was absolutely fascinated when you showed her your cellphone and the games on it – things like these had fallen out of the sky from time to time, boxes with glass windows, rectangles made of some weird material, and more recently, black rectangles with pedestals to stand on. Nobody had any idea what they were for. Velara explained she was very fond of board games, but of course there just weren’t a lot to play down here. The civilization above – when it was alive – probably had countless games, but they had only gathered a few. Board games were obviously not a priority when explorers’ lives were at risk. The two of you played some of the games the restaurant kept around, enjoyed some desserts and drinks, and shared stories the rest of the evening.

The next morning, after breakfast, Velara said she wanted to go back up and do more exploring. “After buying the potion, I’m still basically broke, and I need new furniture, a bunch of other… stuff, and honestly I’d like to move out of this dump. I’ll split the money with you?”

True to her word, she had split the money left over after the potion and dinner, which was just enough to buy a few sturdy bags. On the elevator ride up, she took her clothes off and stuffed them in one of the bags. Once outside, she changed back to her true form and stretched her wings; she looked to be very glad to be back in that form. She turned to look at you and smiled. “Ready to go?”

Riding on Velara’s back, you held on to her feathers as she scoured the jungle. You passed over several ruined castles, all covered in barbed vines and flytraps big enough to eat cows. A bit later she found a more open area, where she could fly closer to the ground. There wasn’t quite as much growing here for some reason, though animals still roamed the area. Velara spotted a herd of some type of hoofed animal and dove right in. “Hey, aren’t we supposed to be looking for treasure?” You shouted at her, but the air rushing by made it unlikely she heard you. Or perhaps she simply had other plans. The giant harpy grabbed a pair of hooved animals in her talons and landed nearby where she promptly started devouring them whole. It turned out, there actually was a building here, or the ruin of one anyway, half buried in the ground. While she was eating the animals, you looked inside, hoping to find something valuable. As you were filling your bag with anything remotely interesting, you heard the earth start to tremble. Walking over to the nearest hole in the wall, you saw a great mass of animals coming this way, followed by a dust cloud. The herd was coming this way! You ran outside, where Velara, instead of preparing to leave, charged the herd right back! This was going to be an… interesting battle.

Velara scarfed down victim after victim, using her mobility to avoid getting run over by the herd. It struck you that the herd had animals of a wide range of sizes, but none of them were truly immense; perhaps they refused to leave this area, and as such were stuck eating the limited vegetation here? Velara didn’t seem to care, merely swallowing an endless amount of cattle like potatoes, and then like candies. There was so much to eat, and she was eating it so fast, she visibly ballooned right before your eyes, her footsteps becoming thunderous, her talons growing so large it wasn’t even practical anymore to grab individual prey; she grabbed a whole bunch at once and scarfed them down like popcorn. Her body was expanding at a rate that shifted her proportions, again. Her head and wing-hands grew slightly slower than the rest of her, and her belly, legs, and tail grew slightly faster, though her chest became deeper, causing her to look more and more like an overweight, oversized dinosaur with wings. At some point she simply stopped avoiding the herd; they couldn’t hurt her anymore. She simply let them crash into her feet, accepting the minor injuries caused by the hundreds of animals chain-crashing themselves against an immovable object and making themselves easy prey. There was nothing for you to do outside so you went back inside to finish looting the building. When you came back outside a few minutes later with several bags full of what you hoped would be valuable, Velara was finishing up the herd. She towered over the last one of the creatures, a hundred feet tall or more, and massively thick. Her humanoid body shape had been entirely replaced by that of a giant bird or dinosaur, her only human features being her skin tone and the four enormous breasts on her chest. She roared triumphantly as she brought an enormous talon down on the last prey and bent down to pick it up and swallow it like a piece of candy.

Gonna work on the story next!

Will write story chapter asap.

Velara swallows the fruit whole, not bothering to chew. It seems like a bit of a shame. You taste a few and they taste quite nice. The bird woman, it seems, is not particularly concerned with enjoying the meal, but rather getting as much of it inside her as possible, as quickly as possible. You pull a bush of some red melon-like fruit and hand it to her, it grows back rapidly. She scarfs it down as fast as you give it to her. Already you notice she is starting to swell. Her lithe form starts gaining curves as all the fruit and vegetables you’re feeding her are added to her mass, small creaks and squeeks audible every time her flesh briefly expands. It’s peculiar, what is obviously a bird of prey, feeding on vegetable matter. Velara adjusts her stance slightly, her form rapidly swelling both higher and wider, her legs and lower abdomen becoming thicker. You hand her a potato the size of a small pillow and about as heavy as a sixpack of big soda bottles, and she picks it up easily, raises her head, and lets it slide down her throat. Her throat distends hugely, and then her chest does the same, wet noises accompanying the food down. You hear a gurgle when the monster potato hits her stomach and dissolves, causing Velara to expand again. She moans softly, briefly touching a breast with a wing hand, but when she realizes you are watching her, she blushes and nods towards the fruit growing behind you. “Ehm, we should keep going, we don’t want to be here longer than necessary.”

You oblige, giving her more and more of the weird fruit. Entire bunches of fruit you had never seen until today, potatoes the size of melons, melons the size of several melons, it all vanishes into her at an incredible speed. The bird woman keeps growing, and her proportions start to shift as well. Her body expands faster than her head, and a second pair of breasts develops under the first, both pairs quickly swelling to a large size. More red melons go down her throat, she grows larger again, her thighs swelling to monstrous proportions, the whole of her growing taller. Velara moans again, deeper and throatier now, lost in a moment of bliss before she remembers where she is, and grinning down at you, blushing. You give her a few more handfuls, some of the fruit grows together in a mixed bunch, somehow part of the same plant. You feed that to her as well, she throws her head back, swallows the mass of fruit, and yet again she grows larger…

burb

Spending way too much time setting this up. I completely forgot how to draw birds, it's terrible.

Because human-headed harpy is leading in the polls by a mile, I decided to go ahead and start work on the next chapter before the poll is over. If a different form ends up winning, I will edit the chapter to match it.

This is only the start of the second chapter.

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Chapter 2a –

You search and find stairs going up, and make your way to the top floor of one of the towers of the building. The tower isn’t a defensive structure, it merely provides workers access to the roof. The door is still closed, but the wood has gotten so rotten with time that you are easily able to push it open, breaking it out of its hinges. Because you don’t want to make too much noise, you carefully set the piece of wood down next to the doorway.

The roof is covered in debris, as expected, and many roof tiles are missing or displaced. Immense trees grow everywhere around the building, and many plants and vines can be found on it, too. But the canopy above is much less dense and has several large openings, allowing you to see the bright blue sky.

There are walkways along the edges of the roof, which look slightly sturdier than the roof itself. From there, you can look down at the ground. It looks like most of the survivors have found shelter by now, in buildings near this one. A big statue of a man holding up a spear, riding a rearing horse stands in the center of the plaza, covered in vines as though they are trying to steal the spear, and the man is trying to hold it out of their reach. Small colorful birds flit around the statue, briefly distracting you from the dangers of this place. Large flytrap plants – much larger than the ones you saw earlier – can be seen in the distance, lying in wait for what you can only presume are house-sized flies.

There is a sweet smell coming from somewhere on the roof, something very fruity and perhaps even fermented. It isn’t unpleasant but you don’t see anything that might be emitting it. You go around the small service tower and see a mass of plants growing near one of the walkways. Something is stuck in it!

You see a thin woman’s leg and knee in the bushes, and there is a pained sound coming from probably where her head must be. One of the other survivors must have got here before you and got herself stuck in there somehow.

“Ma’am?” you say softly as you approach the bush cautiously. “Do you need help?” There is another pained grunt from inside the bush, clearly a female voice, but she sounds fearful now, too. You don’t want to be surprised by any giant ants or whatever else is probably giant around here and slowly approach with your rusty sword in front of you. When you finally see who is in the bushes, you are in for a surprise. In the bushes, stuck to a mass of sticky plants, lies something halfway between a bird of prey and a young woman. She has the body of an almost painfully slim woman, but her legs end in talons. You make sure not to step near those, even though the skin of her legs is painfully stuck to the bushes. At first you wonder where her arms are, but then you realize that the large feathery things to her side are wings. Her wings are quite a mess; she has lost a large number of white feathers, and many of the remaining ones are still stuck to the plants. Now that you realize she has feathers, you notice she has a tail, which is similarly damaged. Some of the largest feathers appear to be bleeding. And finally, you get a view of her face. Her head is that of an eagle, or some other bird of prey. She has a feathery crest, and her eyes are able to move in their socket like a human’s would.

It’s hard to read the expression on her beak, but the corner of her ‘mouth’ appears flexible, and her eyes are as expressive as a human’s. She seems to be afraid, but also defiant, angry even. “Great. Get it over with!” she spits at you. Her voice is high-pitched and trembling.

You pause a moment, wondering if you’re missing something. “Er, sorry?” you ask. She continues to glare at you, still tense. “You’re here to kill me aren’t you?” You can imagine some of the other passengers being quick to kill a creature such as this, but she couldn’t have met any of them yet. …Which suggests there are other people in this jungle. Other humans, at least.

You shake your head and hold out a hand, palm forward. “No no, I’m not here to hurt you. I heard something and thought someone needed help.” She remains skeptical, but being helpless doesn’t really have a choice. “Oh, really? Well… yeah, I need help.” You take a step closer, trying to avoid both the beak and the claws. You tell her you’re going to try to cut her loose with your sword. She is visible nervous, not taking her eyes off the rusty weapon. You start by cutting through the thicker strands, and it is not easy going. The sword itself is dull as a butter knife, and the edges are so weak with rust you’re worried the sword will give out before the plants do. Fortunately, the sword holds out, though by the time you’re done it is jagged and almost useless except as a stabbing implement. When the plants are cleared, you help her to her feet. She is unsteady at first, and you help her remain upright.

With her wings and tail in such terrible shape, there is no way she can fly away, and she realizes it. You help her sit down by the small tower. You explain to her that there are more people downstairs, and that maybe one of them is a doctor, but most of them probably will be afraid of her. She rolls her eyes at that. “They’re afraid of me huh. Well whatever. Is there anything to eat? I need to grow my feathers back.” It seems odd that she would connect these two things, but it’s understandable that she needs something to eat. You tell her you will go get her something. There isn’t anything growing on the roof, but there is no shortage of fruit growing near the main entrance on the ground. You ask her, and she says she can eat fruit, though she prefers meat. It is a minor task to go downstairs and retrieve some purple oranges (purples?) and other assorted fruits. You are briefly worried some giant insect will attack you outside, but the angry and frightened men walking around with rusty weapons are more intimdating. You return to the roof and sit down beside the bird woman, handing her the fruit, one at a time. “What’s your name?” you ask her. “Velara” she says between bites. She swallows the fruit whole, peel and all, except for the melons, which she awkwardly takes bites out of. It is not a small amount of fruit, probably ten pounds or so, but she eats it in the space of a minute. You now notice she has three clawed fingers on each wing, which she is able to use as hands. Amazingly, her wings and tail start to recover instantly, new feathers growing as you watch. Not only that, her body expands slightly as well, leaving her slightly less skinny than she was before.

She stands up, with confidence and strength this time. You get up as well. Despite her large talons, she is still shorter than you, though she isn’t lacking in confidence. She puts a wing-hand on her hip and smiles. “You’re alright… er…” You tell her your name...

The first poll for this story has to answer who the reader will meet on the roof of the building.

edit: Just so we're clear, people, a bird-headed harpy in this context is a harpy (woman, claws, wings) with the head of a bird. Not a feral harpy eagle, that would fall under 'an eagle'.

Chapter 1 – Crash

Static. The little TV screen in the back of the seat in front of you has shown nothing but static for the past hour. You had already seen the shows that were on offer, they weren't particularly exciting, but they were a much needed distraction. In the meantime, the annoying whining children in the seats behind you are still annoying and whining, the person across the aisle is still making disgusting mouth noises, and now the plane is doing some kind of rodeo.

The captain makes an announcement over the intercom. At least you think that’s what it is. It is little more than static, but you think you can make out a voice in there somewhere. From the corner of your eye you spot the person making the mouth noises looking at you while making extra disgusting noises. Is he doing it on purpose? A flight attendant nervously hustles down the aisle, towards one of the doors leading to the cabin in front of yours. When the door opens, sounds of drunken laughter, shouting, and loud music briefly penetrate the economy cabin.

Shortly after it closes again, the plane undergoes a particularly jarring motion as it starts to roll. The lights flicker as you feel the plane turn almost entirely on its side. Then the power goes out and the plane starts falling. There is nothing but screams for a horrible eternity. Something pops above you and a plastic and rubber thing dangles and twirls in the darkness just out of reach as the plane shakes. You are not seated near a window, so you can’t make out what’s going on outside, other than that there is a purplish glow outside. Then the lights come back on, and immediately the plane starts righting itself. People are still screaming. In their panicked state most aren’t even bothering with the breathing masks. You grit your teeth and wait for the inevitable.

A dull thud. And then another, and another. Everything is shaking, and the shaking is getting worse. More and more things are hitting the fuselage, certainly tearing into it. Dark shapes flit past outside, probably the same things that are turning the plane into metal and composite confetti. How are you able to see outside? You look again, and realize there is a hole in the side of the cabin, and the person sitting next to you is gone. You can feel the plane slowing down, while you and everything else in the cabin try to keep moving forward. A terrible rending and cracking sound tears through the cabin, and it is soon joined by sunlight coming through an actual tear, as a massive tree branch pulls a gash through the plane’s body like a kid moving his finger through his brother’s birthday cake. You close and cover your eyes to shield them from the wood fragments and pieces of plane that briefly fill the cabin. With your eyes closed, you can hear the screams more clearly now, accompanied by the constant sound of wood and plane breaking while the giant jet grinds to a halt and everything comes apart.

The air is warm. Most of the passengers are silent now, but a handful are still screaming their lungs out. You push away the broken piece of chair above you and undo the seatbelts still holding you to your own seat. Looking back into the cabin you see bloodied faces, oxygen masks, and debris everywhere. The air is warm. Perhaps even pleasant, and the sun is bright, coming through a massive hole in the fuselage. Halfway through the cabin, the deck is angled in a way that indicates the plane must have practically broken in half. The front the plane was even more damaged; little more than a torn-up skeleton remained.

Most of the passengers remain seated, waiting for a flight attendant or other authority figure to tell them what to do, but a small number, including you, decide not to wait. You get up and look down, outside the hole in the side of the plane. You are probably a good fifty feet above ground, though the ground is extremely uneven, the nose of the plane rests on a ridge of some kind. Most of the plane is suspended by a web of enormous vines, and fortunately it hasn’t caught fire. The trees are very irregular and covered in a thick web of vines; climbing down shouldn’t be too hard for most people. There are patches of dirt on the trees and vines, as though the trees carried it with them when they grew. Smaller plants grow in these patches of dirt, including many flowers. Some of the flowers even resemble giant flytraps. You can almost imagine them breaking out in song about green mothers and space. There is a silence around the plane wreck, but it is localized; in the distance you hear animal noises, and it probably won’t be long before jungle life returns to normal around the plane. One of the other passengers is able to open a door and unfurl its emergency slide, the device inflating it struggling to do so.

Then, a skittering sound. An insect of some kind, an ant the size of a melon crawls through a hole somewhere in the back of the cabin. With that, the ‘evacuation’ officially starts as passengers crawl out of their seats and stampede away from the creature.

Some of the slides are still intact and able to be automatically inflated, but they don’t reach down far enough. That doesn’t stop people from mindlessly getting onto them, and making a very hard landing on top of each other, several breaking bones in the process. One slide even dangles right above one of the flytrap plants. A pair of young women try to stop the panicking mob, but to no avail, and two dozen fellow passengers, mad with fright, hurl themselves down the slide and into the open mouth of a flesh eating plant. The crunching and screaming lasts only a few seconds, and when you dare to look back, you can see the plant is slowly growing. You hope it won’t grow tall enough to reach into the plane. You climb down the tree and vines, avoiding the flytraps, and reach the soft and uneven jungle floor. There are places where tiles are visible, and from down here, you can see the trees’ irregular shape is due to the fact that they are partially embedded in ruins. There was probably a city here once, a really ancient one from the looks of it, perhaps Roman or medieval or something similar.

Dazed, panicked, and hurting, the survivors huddled together, looking at each other to see if anyone will take charge and tell them how to survive. A surprised yelp draws eyes towards a woman jumping off a large round stone, when it starts lowering into the ground. The stone scrapes against the sides of the vertical tunnel as it descends, leaving behind a ten foot wide hole. When several more ants emerge from the hole, the crowd starts moving again. Dozens of passengers are petrified with fear, those who brought their friends are fortunate as they are dragged along with the crowd, those who were on the plane alone are ignored by most of the frightened crowd. A handful of passengers try to get the frozen people to move, but once large warrior ants with wicked mandibles emerge, they too flee to leave a small number of cowering passengers to the ants. You look back and see the ants take the cowering people into the hole.

You run with the crowd, and reach a more built-up part of the old city. The buildings here are taller, more imposing, and above all, more intact. You almost trip on something and see you are standing on a long-dead soldier’s rusty metal armor. With the monstrous ants in mind, you pick up the soldier’s weapon, a rusted sword, of which the handle’s leather has rotted away. Still, it’s better than nothing. Several other people have gotten the same idea, but there is unfortunately no time yet to try and don the armor. Several armed groups form, and these groups start scouting the most promising buildings, hoping to find shelter from the jungle. You join one such group, and it isn’t long before proper shelter is found in the form of a group of large buildings in a walled-off section of the city.

It isn’t long before arguments start over who gets what building, and there is no shortage of ancient rusted weapons for people to arm themselves with. The jungle provides food and water in the form of fruit, and it quickly becomes apparent that new fruit will grow when the old is removed; in fact, planting a seed will result in a new plant in less than a minute. At first this causes the survivors relief, as they will at least not starve. But once an older man starts shouting that this is ‘foul magic’ and ‘the work of the devil’, a discussion starts among the survivors, resulting in a significant portion of them choosing not to eat the fruit. One person even crushes a blue-purple oval underfoot, only for the seeds to immediately spawn a hill of new plants. You figure that once hunger sets in, people will give the fruit another try…

You wander the halls of one of the ruined buildings. This was probably a government building of some kind, with its guard niches, official-looking marble desks, and numerous skeletons littering the premises wearing identical armor and insignia. The architecture is impressive given the level of technology, with tall vaulted ceilings, pillars, and stained glass windows. The signs – those that are still legible – are in English, allowing you to find your way around without too much trouble.

A group of survivors are huddled in the lobby, arguing and coming to terms with their situation. In addition, you hear sounds coming from elsewhere in the building; there is a skittering sound coming from the basement, a humming sound from behind a door that reads ‘library’, and a pained whimpering from somewhere on the roof. Of course, there are also noises coming from outside the building.

What will you do next?

*Investigate the skittering sound coming from the basement.

*Try to open the door and investigate the humming sound in the library.

*Try to climb on to the roof and find out what is making the whimpering sound.

*Go explore outside

*Go back to the crash site and see if there something worth salvaging.

*Other options may be added later

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Here it is, the first version of the PDF describing the setting for several of my stories and comics. There are no stats or numbercrunchy rules in there, it's all fluff.

Because this is going to be available for free for anyone, I'm going to make this a public post here. As it stands it's just the setting and how it works, there are no characters or stories in there. If there is more interest in it, I may expand on this little setting in the future, and I may make some modifications if I get some good ideas.

I am eager to hear what you guys think of it. :)

(the PDF is attatched to this post)

The fifty part of the story, with pictures 9 and 10 has been sent to people who supported me in January.

I have some ideas about where to take it from here. One idea I had was to make this environment a roleplay setting, with a map, history, creature types, and maybe some characters. Would anyone be interested in that? Or would people prefer I keep doing pictures and story parts?

The fourth part of the story, with pictures 7 and 8 has been sent to people who supported me in December. So we're approaching the end of this story, but I haven't 100% decided how it should end. How about a battle with something non-cute? Any suggestions?

The third part of the story, with pictures 5 and 6 has been sent to people who supported me in november. I think there will be 2 more chapters to this story, after that I will start on a new one.

A few ideas are forming, and they should take place in this setting.

The second part of the story, with pictures 3 and 4 has been sent to people who supported me in october. I've also included an edit of picture 2. (I think the dinosaur's torso was too long.)

Let me know what you guys think, and if you have suggestions.

The first two pictures and chapter of the story has been sent out. Let me know what you guys think!

Also, people have suggested that I switch to a payment-first model for patreon, where people get billed as soon as they pledge, rather than at the start of the next month. Would anyone have problems with that?

Thanks for supporting me, pages 24 and 25 of the Specimen have been mailed! The comic is now officially finished.

The next project is going to be an illustrated story of... a dinosaur I think. Something more standard kaiju stuff.

Thanks again for supporting me, people! We're currently on page 21, I'm not sure how many more pages the universe has left but I guess we'll see soon enough.

The Specimen pages 20 and 21 - the pictures for June 2016 - have been mailed to those who supported me in June 2016.

Jupiter is part of a nutritious and gaseous breakfast!

If anyone is wondering what that was, there's a theory that Jupiter is full of diamonds at the core, because of the immense pressure. No idea if that's true but it amused me.

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The Specimen pages 18 and 19 - the pictures for June 2016 - have been mailed to those who supported me in May 2016.

If you did not receive the pictures, please make sure you have the right email address registered to Patreon, and/or if your pledge was not declined. If both are fine, feel free to contact me.

I'm not sure how much further the comic will go, I imagine people will

want the snake to eat the solar system at least. How many people want

the snake to devour the entire universe? Let me know either here or through email.

Thanks again for supporting me, people! I managed to put together a new computer now and it's really helped with my workflow now that it can handle all the required programs better. I should probably still get a new tablet though, this one is well past its prime. No promises on when I'm able to start on 3D animating again, I have so many commissions piled up it's crazy.

The Specimen pages 16 and 17 - the pictures for May 2016 - have been mailed to those who supported me in April 2016.

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This is kind of the Midgard Serpent, doing it wrong. ^^

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The Specimen pages 14 and 15 - the pictures for April 2016 - have been mailed to those who supported me in March 2016.

From here on out it's going to be planet eating. Maybe I can extend that to interplanetary, stellar, etc if people want?

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The Specimen pages 12 and 13 - the pictures for March 2016 - have been mailed to those who supported me in Februari 2016.

The current series will continue until page 20, after which I will start something else. It's a few months away, but if anyone has feedback for this series, please let me know so I can make the next one better.

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The Specimen pages 10 and 11 - the pictures for Februari 2016 - have been mailed to those who supported me in Januari 2016. Contact me if this hasn't happened, there have again been some declined pledges.

If you pledged for the first time and are missing the previous pages, let me know and I will send them.

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The Specimen pages 8 and 9 - the pictures for Januari 2016 - have been mailed to those who supported me in december 2015. Contact me if this hasn't happened.

Patreon is suffering from all manner of malfunctions at the moment, and a number of pledges have been declined. Those of you who have not actually paid a pledge yet will receive the pictures later, when it clears. (I will need to put that in a seperate email anyway, to send the previous pictures.)

December pictures have been sent out to those who supported me in november. (The last email was sent today.) If you didn't receive the pictures, or if there's a gap in the sequence for you, let me know and let me know where I should email them.

Thanks for supporting me, guys!

edit:

Just to be clear, the pictures sent out on the third of december were the december pictures. My wording may have been confusing, as I email pictures of the current month to those who supported me the previous month.

November pictures have been sent out to those who supported me in october. Thanks for your support! If you did not receive the pictures, and you did support me, please do contact me.

Now that I have this nice comic page template from the Trickster Queen, I figure I should use that for this series too.

October will have two pictures.

Also, if anyone is wondering, my patreon is going to be patrons-only from now on.

I think I set up the scene efficiently with this picture, so I can get right to the interesting stuff next month.

omnom

Dun dun duuun?

Dun dun duuuun.

Chocolate castle ftw.

Run for your delicious lives!

Still pudding apocalypse

Pudding apocalypse.

Looks like I posted last month's pictures in the wrong section. (Shouldn't have gone under 'activity'.)

Looks like I posted last month's pictures in the wrong section. (Shouldn't have gone under 'activity'.)

"pic 2 - Your pudding, sir. I developed a craving for pudding while drawing this."

Looks like I posted last month's pictures in the wrong section. (Shouldn't have gone under 'activity'.)

"Transformed Adventurer. The life of an adventurer has many twists and turns. And getting turned into tiny dragons. Hilarity for all."

High res images 1 and 2.

Picture 2 - I developed a craving for pudding while drawing this. edited slightly - properly fixed the mens' locations and removed the added scenery. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Picture 1 - The life of an adventurer has many twists and turns. And getting turned into tiny dragons. Hilarity for all.