Gobbling Goo

This month our wonderful writer Rabidbadger has given us four shorts to put on Patreon!

This one contains: goo tf, expansion, Mallow's Sandra

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“What do you mean 'full-body conversion starting?!' I was told I was coming here to help a new colony start! I'm very good at helping groups stay together and I bake quite well you know! I- ow! You don't need to be so rude!”

The pink dragon with the peppermint horns glared behind herself as the shuttle she was in booted her out forcibly onto the surface of a strange looking planet, covered in oddly colored plants and strange looking murky liquids. Her thick, pear shaped body wobbled a little as she tried to stand and found her knees a bit shaky and unsteady. Being rushed out was almost as bad as the whole situation, almost. At least until the shuttle left without her.

“I am so going to have to file a complaint when I get the chance, I- ooh.. that's strange. I..”

Shivering, Sandra tried to center herself as a heat seemed to build inside her. First from her core, then outward slowly but surely. It wasn't unpleasant. Anything but, actually. It was just very strange. Sandra tried to push through it and see what she should do about her predicament only to fall over and land in some of the murky goo and scrub plants.

It wasn't a bad fall. What bothered Sandra was getting back up, or trying to, and finding her hand stuck to all the grass she was touching. Worse yet, her other hand came out of the brackish liquid discolored and losing its shape. Fingers blending together, the whole thing sagging a bit. All of her felt a bit like that, in fact. Too hot, too loose, wholly unstable. Sandra couldn't muster the cohesion to try to stand even.

“W-what.. what did they do to me? Oh this is just.. You... Jerks! All of you! I- oh that's strange... why am I tasting that?”

It was definitely the sensation of taste hitting Sandra, but her mouth was empty. Her hand however still had a bunch of shrubbery in it, albeit less so than before. As she watched the plant matter sank into her pinkish bulk and left her feeling curiously refreshed by it. Sandra experimented, putting her misshapen hand onto more plants and plucking them up only to watch it all sink in, leaving her feeling a little fuller than she had before.

When she suddenly felt everything about her doing the same thing, tasting with the entire bulk of her body resting on the ground, Sandra let out a quiet yelp of surprise. The overwhelming amount of stimulation was hard to deal with and the candy dragon turning goo fell forward, which only added more surface area she was tasting with.

Not just tasting with either, picking clean.

“Mmmf... s-sweird... but-”

A bubbling sensation rose up inside of Sandra as she began to lazily 'drift' forward over more space, feeling herself spread out and thicken steadily as more things around her were pulled inside. More plants, more puddles, she was even gnawing on a mineral or two in her slowly inflating and increasingly gooey butt somewhere. All of it felt just about as satisfying as eating ought to, and she was pretty sure she was getting bigger. Not just that, but there was a growing impulse to keep doing so. To get as big as she possibly could, eat everything, fill the whole world with her thundering gaseous runoff.

The bubbling came up with a heavy bwuoooorphh sound as an actual bubble erupted on Sandra's back. That would've been embarrassing half an hour ago, but now? Now crawling around, devouring more, growing, and letting it all flow through her again in more outbursts of the sort were Sandra's priorities. That, she guessed, was the whole point.

They hadn't sent her on a colonization run, they'd sent her to terraform the place for the colony ship that was on its way. The candy dragon-turned-blob wondered idly if they planned to change her back later – or if she wanted them to.