Title: The Glutenous Blob of Gravity Falls - Pt 1
Categories: Gravity Falls
Characters: Wendy Corduroy, Mason 'Dipper' Pines
Cameos: Mabel Pines
Tags: Transformation, Slime Girl, Absorption, Mental Degradation, Weight Gain, Slime TF, Memory Manipulation, Belching
Comm By: Anonymous
Started: 14/03/2024
Finished: 15/03/2024
Public: 05/08/2024
Chapter 1
Prologue
An Accidental Snack
Smoke bellowed off the small grey meteorite in the centre of the newly carved crater. A short boy with messy brown hair and his longtime, tall, red-haired crush leaned over the crust of the crater, squinting as they tried to see the meteor in the centre of the ethereal hurricane of dark smoke.
"Whoa…" Dipper whispered in wide-eyed awe.
"That's so cool…" Wendy breathed. Her heart was going a mile a minute. The thing had landed about 10 feet from them, tops! The rush of adrenaline surged through her veins, making her bounce in place, almost giddy.
CRACK
The two teens flinched as the hot stone cracking echoed throughout Gravity Falls. White steam gushed out of a fresh opening, chasing the smog away. The two shared a look, nervously chuckling together, faint blushes adorning their cheeks. They'd both practically leapt out of their skin.
Schlurp
A green substance, almost ectoplasmic in shade, oozed out of the meteor's crack. It slid over the rough surface, bulging with a mass of bumps and spikes. It reminded Wendy of green, thick mud, but it poured faster.
Kglee
The slimy … thing left the still-smouldering rock behind.
"And so gross," Wendy laughed, her thin eyebrows knitting together. Was it moving towards them? No, it was just that the crater made a decline.
They stared at it for a long moment. It made odd gurgling, slapping sounds as it wobbled down the crater.
"Dare you to touch it," Dipper laughed. Wendy whipped her head around to stare at the younger boy, and butterflies fluttered in her tummy when she saw that boyish smile full of mischief.
"Ha, there's no way I'm touching that thing," she laughed, her skin prickling at the thought of the slime, probably warm and gooey, clinging to her fingers. She shuddered.
"Chicken?" Dipper teased; he folded his arms and began to flap them, mimicking the clucking sound of the foul in his throat as he smirked at Wendy.
Her cheeks filled with a nervous, humiliating warmth. If it had been anyone else, she'd have laughed them off and mocked them for being childish. But with Dipper … why does he have to be so cute?
"Ugh, fine," she finally said, and Dipper stopped clucking.
With careful steps, Wendy braced herself against the wall of the crater and made her way down. The pit was only about five feet deep at most, but still, she didn't want to slip. Just the thought of landing on her ass in front of Dipper made her cringe, and her cheeks glow.
The ooze wobbled back and became still when she reached the bottom. It struck Wendy as odd, given that it hadn't reached the wall of the crater yet. She took a long, light step towards the slimy substance. Only when she stood over it did she realise how small it was. Had it not been in a crater, she could have easily stepped on it, and it wouldn't have even touched the sides of her rain boots—though the colour would probably stand out amongst the mud.
Kglee
The slime suddenly launched upward. Wendy leaned back, her eyes widening in surprise, and the thing slopped into her face and slid through the slight parting of her lips. Its warm, gooey body filled her mouth. It didn't stop, its momentum slamming it into the back of her throat.
Gulp
The chunky ooze slid down her throat. One second, it was on the floor; the next, it was halfway down her gullet.
Wendy looked up at Dipper, her eyes like saucers. His stare matched hers, their mouths agape with an expression of the fuck just happened. Then Dipper threw his head back, and he laughed. He laughed harder than Wendy had ever heard him laugh.
"I can't believe you actually ate it!" Dipper laughed.
Wendy wished she would just melt into the ground at that moment. She looked away, blushing, not noticing the bulge in Dipper's pants or how his face turned red before he started laughing.
Gurgle
The redhead rested a hand on her stomach, the odd … fizzy … flex fading as quickly as it appeared. She hoped that slimy alien slug thing wouldn't make her sick.
"That's so gross!" Dipper laughed.
Taking a deep breath, Wendy forced a smirk on her face. It wouldn't due to overthink about it.
"Keep laughing, and I'll give you something slimy to swallow," Wendy challenged, her throat creating a gutteral gurgle before she unleashed a thick, green-hued loogey in Dipper's direction. It splattered at his feet—she hadn't really meant to spit on him, though the thought wasn't too … unwanted.
Dipper just laughed even harder, though his face did seem much redder now.
Chapter 2
Midnight Cravings
Wendy was fast asleep. Aside from the weird slime thing jumping down her throat, the day had gone on completely normal, or as normal as things can be in Gravity Falls.
However, when the sun started to go down, the redhead would start to feel off, and a little dizzy, and her stomach would fold in on itself. Eventually, she decided to go to bed early and hoped she would feel more like herself tomorrow after a good night's sleep.
Things didn't go to plan.
Gurgle
Glug
"Mnnnuuuugghhh…" Wendy groaned, cradling her stomach as it growled and rumbled, not so gently pulling her from the comforting cocoon of sleep.
Grrrrrggggllleee
Slowly, the redheaded teen shifted in her bed, throwing her legs over the side, her bare feet thumping against the carpet. Her dark pyjama pants rode, making her further vulnerable to the cool night air of her room without her duvet to protect her. She brushed stray hairs from her face, trying to ignore the need for sleep tormenting her eyes.
"Ugh … What time is it…?" Wendy muttered. Her arms felt like lead at her side, and she looked towards her bedside table. The small digital clock flashed her the time in bright red numbers—00:04. "You've gotta be kidding me…" She'd only been asleep for like two hours!
Her first thought was just to lie down and go back to sleep. Surely, she could wait until morning to get something to eat.
Urrrrrnnnnnn
Guuuuuurgle
Glug
"Urrgghhh…" Wendy groaned, giving into her stomach's persuasive argument. She stood from the bed and made her way downstairs. Each creak was like a startled shriek in the silence, and every step renewed the argument roiling her mind and gut, one demanding she go back to bed and rest while the other commanded her to feed the gaping hole in her stomach.
Must feed
'Why do I have to be so hungry now … I just wanna sleep,' she turned around the base of the stairs and headed down the corridor towards the kitchen. Out of long habit, she picked her lumberjack hat off of the knob of the stair railing and placed it on her head. The flaps felt like a warm, loving embrace on her cold ears.
The corridor carpet was rough, the coarse nylon fibres refusing to give beneath her weight and lightly scratching her bare soles. She didn't notice the small figure curled up on her sofa.
Now that she was downstairs, the desire to go back to her bed was weakening, and now it would take more effort to go back to bed than just to have a midnight snack first.
The kitchen door creaked as it swung open, making Wendy flinch. She froze in place and listened.
The only sound in the kitchen was the light, constant hum of the refrigerator, and the only motion was the glowing red timer on the oven flashing 00:00, reminding the redhead that they had still yet to actually set up the oven clock since they bought the damn thing.
Once her nervous heart calmed back down, she resumed her pilgrimage to the fridge, the sound of her bare feet slapping against the tiled floor joining with the refrigerator's monotonous song.
Being in the kitchen so late at night felt so weird as if it were forbidden.
She easily navigated the silhouettes of the table and countertops. Her strides were long and careful, and she did her best to muffle the sound of flesh against tile even though she was home alone. Her dad and brothers were still away camping, but she was acting like she didn't want to wake them up as if they were still there. It made her feel childish and annoyed at herself.
A powerful pang of hunger stabbed into her gut as though encouraging her to hurry the fuck up and feed it.
"Urgh, what's wrong with me," Wendy whispered, her hand falling to cradle her tummy.
She came to a stop in front of the fridge and briefly hesitated at the thought of the fridge's light burning her tired eyes. Still, another pang and audible squeal of hunger quickly convinced the redhead to risk the discomfort for the goodies within it.
With a harsh pull, the door swung open, and Wendy's tired green eyes squinted as they were bathed in the overly bright pale yellow light. Immediately, the intense aroma of meats, fat, and cheese enamoured her senses, and drool rapidly filled her mouth and began to spill over her bottom lip, forming a shimmering line down her chin.
Gurgle
Wendy swallowed her drool in an impotent effort to quell her hunger. Her eyes rapidly adjusted to the new light source.
The interior of the fridge … it was … beautiful. The bright yellow light made its contents glow like buried treasure from the old cartoons. It was full! Had it always been so full? The top shelf housed a long, uncut salami, barely making room for the tightly wrapped salmon fillets. The second shelf housed an open packet of sliced honey roast, wafer-thin ham, bread and butter, and apples, with a drawer beneath the shelf hiding a large block of cheese Wendy had been eyeing for a while now. The bottom shelf housed a very large, whole chicken; it looked more like a small turkey than a chicken! Then, there was the refrigerator door; it held an entire gallon of milk! Full fat and creamy! Surrounded by Wendy's favourite beverage - Pitt Cola.
Gurgle
Grumble
feed
The young girl still didn't register the monotonous whisper in the back of her mind, and with hands moving almost on their own accord, she pulled out a pack of thinly sliced ham and began pulling out slices, the meat so tightly packed each one was ripped or near shredded.
Chewing the ham twice, Wendy soon forced it down her gullet before ripping out another piece from the packaging - gaining three for her trouble - and stuffed her fingers into her mouth, all but throwing the shredded pork product down her throat. Her cheeks bulged unnaturally as her hand slipped into her mouth, but Wendy didn't register it. The taste of the lightly spiced, honey-marinated meat filled her mouth even as it slid effortlessly down her gullet. Her eyes bulged in gluttonous pleasure.
Since when had sliced ham tasted so good?!
Another, then another, Wendy tore chunks of ham out of the plastic packaging, not even bothering to try to separate the slices and crammed them into her mouth. Each chunk was bigger than the last until she was stuffing a full third of the overall packaged ham into her mouth and swallowing it without so much as a single chew.
Drool splashed to the floor from her lips. She needed more. With a tenacity, Wendy pulled one of the fridge drawers open and nearly ripped it from the cold box itself. Snatching the block of mature cheddar from the drawer, the redhead clumsily tugged at the plastic, trying to open it.
Guuuuuurgle
Another pang of hunger had Wendy lifting the plastic-wrapped dairy to her mouth, planning to rip it open with her teeth. Pinching the plastic, she readied herself to try to tear it when a pleasant flavour filled her mouth. It was strange; it reminded her of flavourless gum mixed with cheese with a pinch of salt. It made her mouth water.
'Oh fuck it,' Wendy opened her mouth and inhaled the entire block of cheese, packaging and all, and less than a second later, a large rectangular bulge was sliding down her gullet. The sensation of her throat being stretched by the food was oddly … euphoric?
However, another pang of hunger stopped any inclination of the teen to analyse the strange feelings and she continued her raid on the fridge. She didn't even notice her black sleeveless pyjama top riding up to expose her slightly bulging tummy and its new pale green hue.
Grabbing a full salami from the top shelf, Wendy didn't even think as she brought the tip to her mouth. Her lips parted and stretched almost like rubber as she took the meat into her mouth. The cold spice made her knees tremble. It was so big and so tasty. The head touched the back of her throat, and Wendy tilted her head back, lifting the salami to point at the ceiling. She began to swallow.
Her neck bulged as it sucked and dragged the phallic meat deeper. It felt so good. Her throat felt so full. Her dazed eyes rolled halfway back into her head as she all but deep-throated the salami, part of her imagining it was Dipper's hard cock.
'Mmm, I wonder if he'd taste half as good,' Wendy thought drunkenly, her throat flexing as she swallowed more of the giant piece of meat.
"Mmm…" Wendy moaned, her pupils dilating in ecstasy. Her neck flexed again, dragging the meat deeper. She felt it sink behind her breasts, each gulp taking it closer to her stomach. "Schwo guuckd." she moaned around the meat, feeling a pang of regret when her lips closed around the other end.
And just like that, her neck was empty again.
Her stomach bulged as it rapidly broke down the fatty meat. Wendy didn't notice her pants tightening around her thighs as she gained a lovely set of love handles, and her gut spilt over the waistband, exposing the now bright green fatty flesh.
More
Her hands were already moving back to the fridge, palming two of the six apples and tossing them into her mouth before snapping back for two more, the first one barely halfway down her gullet. Wendy hummed in delight, feeling her neck bulge comedically again. It felt so good to stretch and fill her body with food.
As the last apple glucked down her throat, her neck rippled with momentum, and the flesh didn't bounce back as it did before. It remained round and shortening, becoming more like an extension of Wendy's rapidly roundening face.
"So good…" Wendy moaned, her lime green tongue lolling out as she took a deep breath. Her cheeks glowed with a dark green blush. Had she been able to see herself, she might have been concerned. She snatched a can of Pitt Cola from the door and didn't even think as she brought it to her mouth and bit into it.
Her teeth, or more closer, her gums by this point, tore through the aluminium, and the acidic frothy beverage erupted in her mouth, making Wendy's cheeks bulge. White froth spurted out from between her lips, painting her in a way she wished Dipper would. The fizzing liquid tickled her cheeks.
Gulp
Again, her throat bulged as the sustenance poured down her. She felt the liquid run down her body behind her swelling breasts before settling in her stomach. Her hand fell to hold her flab as it continued to fizz inside her. The tickling felt so good, like a million popping vibrators in her tummy.
Wendy collapsed to her knees, not even feeling the impact as she relished in the orgasmic fizzing. However, all too soon did it stop as her body rapidly digested the soda.
"Mmnnnn," she moaned in needy annoyance, she grabbed another two cans and stuffed them into her mouth, her cheeks briefly bulging like a chipmunk before she gulped the cans down.
Just as the cans reached her stomach, the aluminium melted away, allowing the frothy orgasmic soda to spew out all over her inside.
"Oh fuck yes!" Wendy moaned, throwing her head while her hands fell to hold her rapidly swelling stomach as the gas had no where to go and simply filled her, making her fat inflate like a balloon. With each pop inside her, Wendy felt her toes curl as she rapidly approached her orgasm.
Feed
A strange, toneless voice whispered into her ears. Wendy stretched her arm as far as it could reach, her fingers stroking the salmon from the top shelf and pulling it closer until she could snatch it. Still moaning, she stuffed the salmon into her mouth. It was bitter, and she could taste the onset of decay and rot, but still, it tasted too good to spit up.
Gulp
It felt so good sliding down her squashed throat. She was becoming more of a butterball with every second. Swarms of tiny bubbles combusted in her tummy, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was so close to her release that she could almost taste it.
Gurgle
Blurg
Wendy moaned, grabbing fistfuls of her new fat as her toes curled. So close. So close. She felt her squishy fat bulge around her hands. Had she really gained so much? There had to be an extra tyre or two around her wai- her back arched as another wave of pleasure began to rise in her body, it was about to crash, and all the while, another pressure rapidly filled her body.
"Mmmnn, mnnn…" Wendy moaned, squeezing her fat folds harder. The gas from the tiny bubbles was pushing back against her fingers. She was like a balloon ready to burst.
Bluuuurg
"Bluuuurrrghhhh!" Wendy's eyes widened like saucers as her mouth was abruptly forced open by the longest, deepest belch she'd ever had. The gas tickled her throat, and something slid back up. Suddenly, the familiar sweet, tangy, bitter taste of the spoiled fish filled her mouth again. Pink salmon flesh peeked out between her now green lips.
'Wow … that was a big one … good thing no one was around to hear that,' she thought to herself, already salivating with the return of the rotten fish. Her more flexible tongue wrapped around the fish, drinking in the rancid oils mixed with her own digestive juices. It tasted so good.
Shhwweeppp
Wendy slurped the salmon back into her mouth, and it shot down her throat from wherece it came. Her lime-jello lips smacked together, enjoying the lingering flavour and ignorant to the lumescent glow coming off her now semi-transparent skin.
Riiip
Riiiiip
As the remaining gas from the soda itself began to finally break down in her stomach and be converted into slimy lard, Wendy's clothes stretched past their limits. Her small AA-cup breasts swelled to a heavy D-cup, bursting out of her pyjama vest and sagging atop her rotund stomach. Her fat ass shredded her pants, and her chaste panties rode up, biting into her thighs, ass crack and pussy, becoming a thong more akin to dental floss on her fat, fat ass. The once tall, skinny redhead was now a rotund fatass muffin-top, completely bypassing Chubster all at once, and she was still far the done.
Gurgle
Feed
Wendy didn't even notice her near nudity - not that her hat or the underwear around her waist did much to clothe her - as further pangs of hunger rocketed through her body. She was even hungrier than before. She looked back at the fridge, and her eyes quickly found the turkey-sized raw chicken.
Taking the uncooked poultry into her hands, Wendy lifted it over her head. A mixture of cold water and blood dribbled into her open mouth, and her stomach contracted in anticipation. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Wendy lowered the bird into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, shaping around the mass of meat. The meat was so tender it was melting in her mouth, making her salivate.
Gulp
Wendy pressed a hand to her neck - or her second chin - as she swallowed the fat chicken, bones and all, even the little string binding its ankles together. It was so big, so thick and chunky inside her, and the vibrant slime girl found herself imagining little Dipper forcing the chicken down her gullet, fattening her up like the glutenous bitch she was. She felt so hot.
Almost drunkenly, she picked up the gallon of milk from the fridge door and quickly unscrewed the lid before lifting the bottle to her lips and proceeding to chug the thick, white, creamy liquid. Wendy loved how her chin bulged and bubbled as gulps of milk forced their way down her gullet.
Gulp
Gulp
Gulp
Gulp
Faster and faster, it poured down her throat, cooling her body. Thick streaks of white nectar poured down her chins, splashing on her flabby green tits and drooling down the curve of her large, round stomach and lining her three spare tyres.
The milk jug began to collapse in on itself as Wendy gulped the dairy-saturated air. The milk moisturising her body began to sink through her glutenous flesh to dissolve in her ever-expanding stomach.
"Mmmwwwaaa, so good…" Wendy moaned, blindly reaching into the fridge for the next part of her midnight snack. Her hand slapped against the vacant shelf. Frowning, she looked over and into it.
It was empty.
Her viscous lips dropped open in a cocktail of shock and disappointment. Had she really emptied the fridge?
Feed
And she was still hungry!
Feed!
"We can't really be out of food," Wendy said in disbelief. Turning around, she crawled towards the cupboards - her luminescent breasts and stomach dangling and swaying like an erotic parody of a cow or a pig - and threw the doors open. An array of cleaning products met her.
FEED
"So hungry," she moaned. The usual offputting smell of bleach and other products was now a sweet musk. The aroma made her stomach gurgle approvingly. Hurriedly, she grabbed a bright yellow bottle of bleach and a bronze canister of furniture polish and shoved them into her mouth. They didn't taste as nice as the food, but her body still craved their nutrients and she gulped them down all the same. They felt good breaking down in her tummy, adding to her fat.
Bottle after bottle, canister after canister, even a box of pale blue balls labelled rat poison fell down her gullet. A fizzy purr reverberated through her body. Her chubby arms and bulbous, viscous hands slid over her beautiful new body. She was so big, and her ass was bigger, fatter than she had ever dreamed it would be.
Wendy grabbed a bottle of washing-up liquid and flipped open the cap before holding it over her head, her tongue hanging out. The thick ruby liquid trickled over her tongue and down her gullet, reminiscent of strawberry sauce, though the tarty bitterness was more like cherry. Once the bottle was half empty, Wendy lowered it into her mouth and gulped it down.
"Sooo goood," the slime girl squealed.
"W-Wendy … what are you doing?"
Wendy flinched and hiccuped, a small red soap bubble escaping her mouth. Slowly, the former redhead looked over her shoulder and what she saw both excited and terrified her.
In the kitchen doorway stood the object of her affection. Dressed in her preferred sleeping attire of a red shirt with navy blue shorts was Dipper, sluggishly rubbing his bleary eyes.
"D-Dipper," Wendy stammered, not noticing the way her voice bubbled, seeming higher pitched. She had forgotten he had stayed over; they'd been hanging out and had lost track of time. He'd been asleep on the sofa. She'd walked right past him. He'd been just through into the other room the entire time.
How much had he seen? How much had he heard? Thoughts of her unladylike behaviour and belch swarmed through her mind.
Gurgle
Blurg
Groan
FEED
GROW
CONSUME
A monotonous, gargling voice reverberated through her mind, and as though conjured by its words, another powerful pang of hunger slammed through Wendy's flabby, slimy body.
She was still hungry.