Woah, a new part to this series? I wanted to write a bit more of this, so here you all go. I hope you enjoy!

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Broken Vessel emerged from Dirtmouth’s well. Or at least, they tried to. The issue with eating so many delicious insects and adding them to your own gorgeous mass is that, at some point, you become too large to fit through certain openings. Such as, say, for example, the hole of a discarded well that must have, at some point, been used for excavating water, but was now the primary way in and out of what remained of Hallownest. Their mass more than filled the entire hole, and while their Void body did offer some flexibility in regards to getting their fat tits and huge belly and massive ass through said hole, there was only so much being made of an ancient primordial ooze could do in that regard.

So, once they managed to get their upper half out of the well, their tits hanging on the roughshod stone that encircled the hole, they found themselves stuck; their massive belly simply would not fully fit through the gap. They kicked their legs helplessly as they flailed in the air, while their strong arms grasped the stone circle and tried to push and or pull themselves upwards. There was a vague dragging sound somewhere below them, and a bit of vertical movement, but it was clear that they’d be here for hours at this rate pulling themselves out of this mess. Hours they could be using finding and digesting more delicious snacks like Myla or Ghost or Cloth.

Frustrated, they rested their hands on the stones in front of them, and lowered their head down onto their arms, the Infection blob on their head bobbing. Myla’s hat adorned said blob, a keepsake to help remember that particularly delicious bug by. Maybe they could get some rest and then lower their body back down through the hole, which with their weight would be far easier than pulling themselves out, and then find a different way to the surface? The guiding light that had shown them the way to their previous hunts was vaguely telling them about an alternate path through the mines, but that was such a far way to go…

“Excuse me, are you stuck?”

The voice came from the voice of a slim and slender woman who had just emerged from her house, and was now approaching them at a rapid clip. She was trying (and failing) to hide a smirk at seeing such a large bug in such a silly situation. “My, you’re quite the large one, aren’t you? Yes, I’ve seen larger figures get stuck in there before - I’ll help you get out. My name is Iselda, and I run a map shop here. What’s your name?”

Already thinking of ways to eat this frankly delicious looking woman, Broken Vessel cocked their head and covered where their mouth should’ve been. Iselda watched them, and then snuck a look at their large breasts, which still sloshed with fat and milk from when they had shoved Tiso up there. For such a wannabe masculine man, he sure had done a great job of rounding out their feminine features.

“Mute? Well, there are worse things to be. Here, extend your arms. I’ll pull you out. I know I look like a mere housewife now, but I was quite the warrior in my day,” Iselda said, stretching her arms as she approached.

Iselda hadn’t been joking. Despite her slim disposition, she had the strength of a warrior. She took Broken Vessel by one of their thick arms, and her muscles flexed as she huffed and dug her heels into the dirt, hefting the massive bug upwards. Broken Vessel tried to help, planting their free arm on the stone and pushing with everything they had. Miraculously, the two of them made significant progress, and it wasn’t too long until they flopped out of the well and directly onto their savior.

Flailing, Iselda found herself pinned between their massive tits, and wriggled out with a great deal of blushing and muffled apologies. Broken had considered just absorbing her then and there, but her slim form, those lithe legs - they gave them an idea. An idea that was only enhanced when Iselda, recovering from her embarrassment, got to her feet and said. “There you go. Now, let me go see if my husband is home.”

A husband? The idea prickled their thoughts and tensed their cock, which was still partially concealed under their huge gut. They stood up straight, and gestured for her to go on.

And there, for just a moment, Iselda was seized by doubt. It was the first time she’d taken in the immense size of her soon-to-be guest. Their… unique figure had been obvious even when they’d been stuck in the well, but seeing them all in the flesh like this, it unease her. They were twice as tall as her, and wide enough to fill that significant hole all by themselves. Despite her strength, Iselda was seized by the knowledge of how small she was compared to this bug, how fundamentally weak. How they could squish her flat with any part of their huge form…

They towered over her, her head barely coming up to their stomach. Every instinct in her was saying that this was dangerous, but the part of her which her mother had taught to have manners knew that it was improper to turn away a guest. And besides, they hadn’t done anything untoward her yet, had they? So, she took them away towards her house, while in the distance, another awestruck pair of eyes watched, wondering if she had finally found her new savior.

As it turns out, Broken Vessel was too large to fit into her house, and Cornifer wasn’t home anyways. So, they’d had to stay in a hidden basement accessed through a cellar door at the back of the house. It was, as to be expected, barren and dingy. There was some spare soft cloth spread out over the floor, and a few shelves of old cartography supplies lining the sides, but aside from that, the square room sat empty.

“Alright, I suppose you can stay here, if you need a place to be,” Iselda said, her warrior instincts really sensing danger now. Out in the open at least, there were places to get away. Here, she was all alone with this strange creature, who seemed to be eyeing her hungrily now, their belly sloshing heavily and body wobbling almost seductively. “Now if you excuse me,” Iselda said, “I must be going.”

In reality, there was only one place she was going: onto Broken Vessel’s body. She made a leap for it, sensing the coming danger, but the larger creature pressed her back against the wall, their immense weight pinning her there, keeping her flush against the stone. “Get off!” Iselda said, kicking and punching with all her warrior’s strength. But there was nothing to punch - her blows simply pressed into the soft endless Void, little different from a woman trying to fight the ocean by punching it.

Her face was pressed between their tits, which she could hear sloshing with so much excess milk, and for a moment Iselda thought she was going to be made to drink from the, until she felt a cock poking at her underside. A cry of rage left her throat, and she assumed the creature was about to try and ravish her, an assumption that was put to rest as the Broken Vessel grabbed her with both hands, and guided the tips of her legs into their cock.

“W-What? What is this?” Iselda said, really roaring with rage now. “Cease this at once! I am not-”

She kept on raving, but the Broken Vessel channeled her out. They thought her body would look wonderful on their cock, just as Cloth’s did. And this time, instead of just absorbing their victim, they were going to take a more direct approach with it, by shoving them directly down into here. Iselda continued her ranting, and she struggled as her body was quickly shoved into the Broken Vessel’s cock.

With how large they were, all it took was a few rough shoves and thrusts and bucks of their hips to consume her utterly, her slim body sliding right down their cock, and once she was inside, there was no turning back. Iselda landed and began to churn in their balls, which Broken Vessel sat down and began rubbing tenderly. There were some more muffled mumbling and roars of either disgust or confusion or rage from Iselda, but the immensity of their weight muffled all of that.

Iselda was still struggling around down there, but there wasn’t much that she could do at that point, honestly. Broken Vessel rubbed their balls and felt Iselda begin to vanish away as their genitals swelled in size. As her feminine cries died away, their cock got bigger and heftier, and their balls sloshed heavily as she was churned away into cum. All of Iselda’s warrior training wasn’t doing her much good, in the end.
Broken Vessel was almost awestruck as they watched Iselda swiftly fill out their cock. They held their dick with both hands, and felt as it grew heavier and harder, already growing to twice its previous length, and then growing further in both length and width as their balls grew to compensate, spilling out across the floor they were sitting on and sloshing about with so much cum. There were a few more feeble struggles, one last cry for Cornifer nobody heard, and then there was nothing left of Iselda, nothing at all, except so much fat cockmeat and heavy cum swirling around in Broken Vessel’s balls, just waiting to be splattered somewhere, or into someone…

What was left of Iselda was gracefully and thickly churned away, leaving Broken Vessel alone with a greatly enlarged cock and balls heavy enough to crush a small bug like Myla beneath. They stood up, and hefted their dick with both hands, admiring their new length and girth. Their cock was long enough to reach up almost to their breasts, and it was almost half as thick as one of their thighs. It swung down between their legs when they let their dick drop, and they felt it swing in the chill air. Meanwhile, their balls had been greatly enhanced, dropping down now to around their knees and sloshing about with all that was left of Iselda, so much delicious cum just waiting for the right target to spring it on.

In all, things had worked out generally well, except for one certain little thing. Their cock felt so sensitive that it was driving them mad. All of that unchurned cum was just begging to be shot out, and every time they so much as brushed their cock with their hands, it felt like fire. They didn’t just want to cum, it felt as if they had to cum. So when they heard a poor innocent voice at the door, they knew what had to be done, before even seeing who it was.

“E-Excuse me? You’re that strange bug that came out of the well, right?” Bretta said, creeping into the room, her sweet eyes not fully comprehending what she was seeing so far. “I saw you earlier, and I- I think I want you to see this-!”

She hid behind the door as Broken Vessel turned to see what she’d dropped from the ground. They’d been expecting some weapon or maybe even a sacrifice, but instead when they leaned down, something that was very difficult to do considering their bulk and throbbing hard cock, they saw that the newcomer had written them a poem. Their eyes scanned over the free verse phrases of majestic bulk and wondrous width and powerful savior before slapping the paper down against their stomach. It seemed as if they’d earned themselves an admirer! Though, it looked like this artistic beetle didn’t understand just who they’d started falling for.

“I hope you like it,” Bretta said, blushing as she peeked down the cellar again. “I know it’s sudden but, I’ve been looking for someone new to protect me in these lands, and you just look so brave, and strong, and powerful, and…” She continued on like this, stepping down the stairs a bit at the time, and Broken Vessel had to wonder more with each descent if this bug was either mad or simply had absolutely no survival instincts. She’d do for what they wanted anyhow - if they wanted to get closer to a ‘savior,’ then she’d get her wish.

“I believe you’d be the right one to protect me from the ravages of this world, and I’d be your faithful maiden,” she descended the last few steps, and finally got a full look at the Broken Vessel, “and I’d serve you well…?”

She was all alone with them now, and with nowhere to go, her eyes drifted over their unusually huge body before landing on their incredibly huge cock as Broken Vessel turned to face her. It was thick and throbbing, and they were looking at her in such a malicious and mischievous way. The room seemed much smaller, and it only shrunk as they approached her, the floor shaking under their heavy steps. She could hear their balls sloshing with so much excess cum. “Y-You’re going to protect me, right?” She took a step back. “I promise I’ll be the perfect maiden!”

There was a final thud as Broken Vessel closed the distance between them, their huge cock poking up against her face. “Oh dear,” Bretta said, sweating, feeling as if she’d made a terrible mistake. “I think there’s been some sort of misunderstanding! I never meant to-”

The fat and heavy cock was fucked into her mouth before Bretta could say “no.” Broken Vessel grasped her head and fucked deeper, slowly working their cock down her throat until, somehow, they’d just about hilted in her, their heavy Iselda cum-filled balls hanging warm and full against Bretta’s chin. Beretta tried to push the beast off of her, but the cock just slid in all the way, and then, Broken Vessel pulled back and slammed deep into her throat.

Bretta tried to gasp, but was obviously unable to, as the cock hilted in her throat again, followed several seconds later by another thrust, all of Broken Vessel’s immense weight whamming into her with every swing of their hips. It was quite convenient that she came up to perfect cockholster height, it’d certainly make getting all of that excess cum in their balls out. They shivered and all of their fat wobbled as they fucked Bretta’s mouth, their huge cock stretching her mouth out all the way and bulging out her throat.

Their dick was incredibly sensitive, so full as it was with what had become of Iselda, all of that once-bold and proud and feminine warrior turned into so much heavy cum and so much weight on Broken Vessel’s cock, and Bretta’s mouth was so warm and tight, and it held them so well, and she was making such cute gagging noises and choked pleas for mercy, that it didn’t take them too long at all to shoot the first load down her throat. Broken Vessel hilted, crouching down as they slammed into Bretta’s mouth, their cock filling all of her mouth and shooting an immense amount of cum directly down her throat.

A horrified gurgled sound came from Bretta as she immediately started cumflating from all of the Iselda cum that was now filling her up. Her stomach quickly swelled to twice, then thrice its original size, glowing orange and growing with each new little hump of the Vessel against Bretta’s mouth. When the barrage of cum was over, Broken Vessel stayed hilted in her throat for a moment, and Bretta thought the nightmare was over, but then the Vessel grasped her head with renewed energy, and slammed back into her throat.

If anything, cumming had only made them want to cum more. They still had so much of Iselda to get out of them, and their entire body was shaking with lust, barely able to contain themselves as they started fucking Bretta’s throat harder, fat cock filling her mouth and throat until they came again. And then they kept cumming, the speed and intensity of their movements increasing until they were slapping against Bretta’s wet mouth with a viscous ferocity, the poor little beetle filling up with their cum rapidly as they came and fucked her more.

Little Bretta’s eyes went from their typical dark purple hue to a bright orange one as fat load after fat load bloated her obscenely. Broken Vessel was shooting Iselda out of their cock so fast, and with each thrust of their hips their balls contracted as another burst of her was sent hurtling down Bretta’s mouth. Each thrust brought with it a new explosion of cum that corrupted and broke her more, wiping away her mind and twisting her body as she expanded and grew with it all, until she was filling up most of the basement with her fat orange-tinted body, her mind reducing more and more down to just a desire for more cum.

A final thrust into Bretta’s wet throat left Broken Vessel finally empty of Iselda cum. Bretta’s eyes as they looked down were now totally orange orbs sitting vacantly on her face, all of that previous innocence and kindness gone, nothing there now except the carnal need to have her throat fucked some more. She mouthed some broken pleas for more, but they decided to leave her for now. If they dealt with any other victims like they had Iselda, at least they knew a place to put them.

Broken Vessel turned from the basement, but cast a final look back at Bretta before squeezing up the stairs. She had been totally and completely ruined. Cum leaked from her mouth steadily, dripping to the floor below, and her bloated and fat body now took up a good two-thirds of the basement, with all of that sloshing coming from the cum they’d fucked into her. It was all quite perfect. Their cock and balls hadn’t even shrunk much from the load they’d just taken off! They ascended the stairs and took a look around Dirtmouth, aiming for their next target. Their eyes soon found it, as they landed on a set of scarlet tens in the distance…

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