[Reality Shift, Filth, Pregnancy, IQ Loss, Repeated Events]
"If I were a lesbian space vampire, what would I like?"
Today was a very special day for Rose Lalonde. A day that she had been looking forward to for quite a while. Because it was her anniversary. The anniversary of the day that she forced her wife through boring human customs, all for the sake of legally being able to call her a wife. Frankly, she wasn't too fond of the dresses and everything. But Kanaya had told her that she thought she was beautiful, so maybe it wasn't all bad.
Regardless, Kanaya wasn't with her at the moment. She was busy preparing for their date later tonight. Booking a nice place for them to eat, one that was sure to serve food that would appease both Human and Troll palettes. And if not, well, then she'd just have to file a formal complaint... And shake down the server, because they ruined her night.
For now, she was just strolling through the mall. Hoping to find something that she could give to Kanaya. It's just... Despite how long they had been together, she wasn't quite sure what would make a great gift. At least one that she could use, not one that would uselessly stand on a shelf or something. She was sick and tired of pretty decorations. Especially after her Mom's obsessions and strange ways to bond with her.
"Maybe..." She paused right in front of a shop that sold a bunch of exotic wine, before shaking her head. The last time she got drunk, she embarrassed both of them to no end. The others weren't letting her live it down either, no matter how passionate that kiss was.
Though as she stood there and pondered if getting wine was a good or a bad idea, she heard the sound of a young boy whistling in her direction. And as she turned her head, she saw a positively tiny young man walking towards her. Which just made her raise her eyebrow in confusion. Who was that, and why did it feel like he knew her?
"So you're thinking of getting wine this time? Probably better than the dildos you were considering last time." The white-haired short youth chimed, all while cracking his knuckles before slipping on a pair of exaggeratedly large boxing gloves. What... What the fuck was he saying, exactly? It sounded like he implied that she had been shopping for cocks, but that just made no sense. She was a lesbian, what kind of cocks would she be after?
The more Rose looked at the young man, the more her head hurt. And it was like flashes of the past poured through her. Of how she had been... in the mall... yesterday..? And she was... stuffed full of dildos, to the point where her tits were starting to throb from the phantom sensations pouring through her? What the fuck was going on!?
"What are you doing to me..!? These... These images can't be real!" Rose cried out, as she tried to grasp her breasts defensively. There's no way that any of what she saw could be right, it was literally impossible!
The young albino laughed at her attempt to protect herself. Her attempt to assert that what he was showing her, or at least what she thought he was showing her, was nothing but lies. "Guess I'll just have to knock you up this time. That way, you won't forget!"
Before Rose had a chance to defend herself, the oversized boxing glove came rushing towards her stomach. In an instant, she felt a sharp pang of... pleasure..?! It was so sharp, so strong, that her eyes rolled into the back of her head and... and...
Everything went white...
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Rose blinked a little as she looked at herself. What... What just happened? Did she black out while she was admiring herself in the mirror? She must've, because it didn't feel like any time had passed...
Still, she had to admit that she never did expect to end up this big just from being with Kanaya. What did she say? That Trolls had an infectious breeding cycle? No, no, that wasn't right. It's just that they were pregsluts. And so naturally, they ended up getting pregnant not long after they reached maturity. The fact that they just happened to reach maturity around the same time was more coincidental than not.
"Still..." Rose muttered as she put her hands under her belly, gasping as she lifted it slightly. All because of how heavy it felt. And all the feelings that poured through her thanks to holding onto it. Pregsluts like her... They were utterly weak when their bellies were concerned...
And yet, it felt like something was wrong. Like she wasn't supposed to be a pregslut. But that wasn't right. She was pretty sure that the game that she had played revolved around crafting a massive pregslut that would birth a whole new world for her and the others. And she had seen it too... Hadn't... she..?
...Well, she'd have to call Jade later. Maybe being a world-birthing pregslut was causing her to rub off on everyone else. Maybe that was why this felt slightly unnatural. But right now, Rose had something more important on her mind. Something that she had been looking forward to for so, so long.
Her anniversary was coming up, and she had to get Kanaya a gift straight from the heart.
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"If I were a big lesbian pregslut, what would... Oh, duh, of course."
Rose shook her head as she walked through the mall, and immediately remembered exactly what kind of gift would be best for her beloved Kanaya. Especially since Kanaya was bigger than her in every way. God, just thinking about her was making her wet and jealous. Maybe she could get bigger if she had some time with John on the side... Then again, he was always trying to make Dave into his pregslut too. ...Wait, that didn't feel right...
The pregnant slut trembled a little as she staggered in place. All while a familiar sounding set of steps came closer and closer, the sound of his heels clacking against the ground serving to bring all sorts of memories flooding back in. It... That's it, that was why everything felt slightly weird... Of course she wasn't actually a pregslut..!
"Aha. There we go. Guess I just punched your brains out a little too hard when I stuffed those dildos in your tits."
The albino had shown back up. And he was wearing those same silly boxing gloves, ready to throw out another punch at a moment's notice. Much to Rose's dismay. "Couldn't you at least tell me your name, you stupid little gremlin..?!"
"You should know it. Maybe you'll remember next time." The boy grinned as he wound up another swing. "Let's see... What's next? I can think of a couple good ideas for you. Maybe I should turn you into a complete brainless bimbo... Naaah, how about something you can't avoid? Say goodbye to looking anywhere close to sensible, bitchfeet!"
The way that he kept prattling on and on, plus the memories rushing through her mind, made it clear that he was ultimately responsible for everything bad that had happened to her. Not just to her either, it seemed like it affected everyone else as well. So she had to get away. She had to make sure that he couldn't punch her!
And yet she couldn't, because that stupid belly of hers, that belly that had been permanently pregnant and on the verge of popping out countless kittens any day now, was just too heavy. And as she tried to back away, it lifted up juuust enough that she couldn't avoid the next punch!
Her eyes bulged from her sockets in a cartoonish matter as the crude young man punched her straight in the cunt. She could feel her arousal practically shoot out of her head like he had just won a strongman competition, all while her vision went white..
And she felt a sweet scent leaking from her hole...
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*FRRRRT*
Hm? Ah. Right. Her queefs. Right. Guess she must've blacked out. That's her fault, a stinkslut like her couldn't be helped. Their attention span was worse than an animal's, even if they were practically walking and talking animals.
At least, that was the best way to describe what Rose was right now. Between her distended stomach that felt like it was about to pop out three litters worth of babies whenever she drew her breath, and her enormous feet that looked almost as big as that belly of hers, and she definitely looked stupid. Not to mention that her limbs were super thin, which meant that you were either looking at her enormous cartoonishly gloved hands, or her extra stinky feet that smelled like cherries and very visibly leaked that very same fragrance like an impenetrable aura...
Or her enormous belly and her equally ridiculous ass and tits. She was like a cartoonishly stinky stickslut. Which was just how stinksluts worked. Honestly, Rose was lucky. The fact she was a pregslut on top of being a stinkslut? It meant that she could show Kanaya everything that was good about it. But Kanaya hadn't really been paying attention to her lately. She always gave some sort of excuse about her being busy with work.
Maybe she should've gone with Jade. Jade was... Actually, no, she was too vile, even for a stinkslut like her. C'mon, she literally pissed everywhere and marked her territory. And sure, it didn't smell like, horrible, but it was still disgusting. Especially when John and Dave ended up her mates because they couldn't resist.
But that wasn't what Rose focused on. No, she focused on what was actually important. Sure, Kanaya might be super busy, but she definitely wasn't going to miss out on their most important time together.
Their extra stinky Anniversary!
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"If I were a... A... uhh..."
*FRRRRT*
Rose didn't even manage to finish her thought before she felt her queef letting all that foul stink into the air. Even though it was so nice and fragrant, it was still blatantly stinky. And that was why a lot of stinksluts like her didn't get treated rather well. Not helped by their thoughts and their intelligence being tied to how much gas they currently had backed up.
So right now, she just stood there. Drooling a bit as the gas leaked from her cunt. She didn't even pay attention to how much her feet smelled, or how many of the people around her tried to ignore her and go away from her. No, she just focused on the sensation building inside her, which gradually made her brain expand once again...
Right up until the moment a coherent thought took form again. That's right. She was supposed to be buying a gift for her girlfriend. Well, since all the shops were closed, she'd just have to give her some hand-made stinkslut fragrance. She was sure that she could use it! She was absolutely, 100%, no doubt about it, sure!
At least she was. Right up until the moment she heard those dreaded shoes click against the ground. And the sound of soft plushy fists meeting one another. Oh. Oh no. She had forgotten again... She had forgotten and she had let herself fall prey!
"You... A-Atlas! That's who you are! Go away! Stop toying with my life!" Rose cried out, only to violently *FRRRT* from her pussy, the pink gas making her eyes grow dim and unfocused. At least until her cunt managed to huff some of her gasses back into her, shooting her right back into full awareness.
All while the boy, Atlas, laughed at the sight of Rose's complete absurdity and thorough stupidity. "So you remembered who I am. Good, glad to see that ended up knocking some sense into you too. Though I think your womb's going to be totally useless outside of the kiddos you keep spawning like the pregslut you are." He said, laughing at the sight of her. God, he loved seeing his handiwork in action. It made it all so worth it.
"Sh-Shut up! I don't want any part in any of this! Stop it and turn me back to normal! Now!" Rose shouted, as she trembled all over. She could feel another queef coming... Or a fart, or worse..! Damn him for turning her into a sexualized stick figure with enormous features, it made it dangerous to move quickly because of the very precarious way that her weight was distributed!
"I don't care if you want a part in this or not. Because you're my toy to play with." Atlas chimed, as he gave a thumbs up and stuck his tongue out. As if he was comically trying to measure his work. "Hmmm... I think I can like, fix you up one more time. Otherwise, you're completely perfect. But what to do this time... What to do to a big stupid stinkslut like you... Hmmmm... Maybe undo part of that toony stuff and... Ehehe, yeah, that would actually do really nicely. C'mon, kitty. Smile for Daddy before he gives you a love tap!"
Rose instinctively hissed as that brat called himself Daddy. Because she couldn't stop thinking of him as Daddy as soon as he said it. Daddy was a terrible, terrible brat. She hated him. And she needed to get away. Before he did something terrible to her! So she turned around, and this time, this time she'd get away!
At least, that's what she thought. But the mere act of turning around caused her legs to get entangled, which sent her crashing to the floor. Not that she really got hurt by having her tummy smash against the floor. It really just caused her to climax, which send an extra loud *FRRRRRT* from her gushing pussy as she came and gassed up the place more like a good stinkslut...
"Up you go!"
Then Daddy delivered the decisive strike. An uppercut that slammed his fist straight into her asshole, lifting her high into the air in the process. She swore she could hear a bunch of cheering too as she was lifted, which caused her to tremble even more as all the attention was on her. She hated it! She hated it so much!
And yet it felt so good, which was the last emotion that filled her as her vision went all white again...
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"Hmmm... I wonder what copslut thinks of this..?"
Pet... Petslut thought to herself. It was a very hard thing to do. Thinking was hard for sluts like her. But that was natural. Sluts were never meant to think. The fact that they could even do that much was due to the generosity of their hubbies. Even if she thought that brotherslut was kinda limp-dicked and really stank lots, it was thanks to him that she could think. Though maybe he needed to give her more thinkies, because her cumbrain was running real low.
As Petslut looked at herself in the mirror and kept her hands firmly wrapped around her tummy, she always did think that it was kinda weird that other sluts had their faces exposed. Hers was little more than a glowing pair of eyes and then a big squiggly kitty mouth within the darkness of her hood. Combine that with her hood being so big that it covered up most of her besides her enormous belly, and she could definitely not be mistaken for a human. She was a petslut. Through and through. And yet, why did that feel kinda... weird?
Petslut trembled as her belly made lots of weird noises. And so she squatted down and mewled as the goopy sounds of her defecation filled the air. That noise from her belly meant that it was time to give birth to lots of nice toys that her brotherslut would help her use. Or he'd just shove up his ass like the gayslut he was. Maybe he'd give them to mommyslut and have her breed with another slut like the cuckslut she was...
Either way, those extra goopy dildos were now resting in her litter box. And while she kinda felt like she should give proper birth since her cunt was kinda trembling, she couldn't do that without Copslut! Sure, she wasn't into other sluts like that, but she had a special connection to Copslut. She'd call her all sorts of names, and that made her feel really good.
Oh! That's right! Today was the anniversary of the first time she called her a bunch of bad words! Ehehe, maybe she should get her a gift...
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"Copslut better appreciate my giiiift..."
Petslut was having a lot of trouble actually walking all the way to where she was going to meet Copslut. And there was a very simple reason for that. And no, it wasn't her enormous preggobelly that was going to give birth to dozens of litters any day now.
No, it was because she was reaaally full of all sorts of slime that just needed to get out of her and get formed into nice dildos. She just couldn't stop herself from squatting down and letting out, which also resulted in lots of that nice queef-y gas leaking from her hole. How many times had she done this thus far? She had honestly lost count.
And she was really tired of it. Every time she had to squat down, every time she had to push all of that squishy stuff out, she ended up staying there for.. How long, exactly? She wasn't sure. She just knew that it took a long time. So long that the sun up above had definitely started to set. She was going to be late...
But that's why she skipped buying gifts. Not just because shops didn't really cater to sluts like her, and definitely not to Petslut because of her many problems, but also because she had a much better idea. Copslut was going to love a personal birthing show! She could pick out her favorite dildos too, and then she'd be super happy. Yep, yep! That was how things were going to be!
And yet... And yet, there was this tiny voice in the back of her mind. This tiny voice was telling her that all of this was wrong. But why was it wrong? She was a happy Petslut! Why should... should...
Rose's eyes widened as memories flashed through her mind and some semblance of sense returned to her mind. All thanks to the sound of those shoes thumping against the ground. And the sound of his boxing gloves being smashed against each other. No. No no no no. No no no no no no no! He had completely ruined her and turned her into some sort of living pet that loved to dress like a cat, and he still thought it was... thought it was... Hrrghh...
Atlas laughed as he came closer, right as Rose started to squat down and shit out even more of those sticky dildos that were currently crammed into her tits too. "Maybe I went a bit overboard with that last punch. Ah well. At least it loosened out that tight ass of yours, so you'll never be able to get smart ever again." The sight of her was beyond amusing, and he was reveling in it...
"S-Shut up! You're the worst! Turn me back! Turn me back, right now!" Rose hated what she had become. And the fact that she was able to actually say things was a miracle. Was it because he was close to her? It didn't matter how, nor did it matter why. She just had to make sure that he couldn't take it away from her again. Otherwise... Otherwise..!
He just kept smiling at her. And yet he didn't move an inch. No matter how much she pushed out of her ass, no matter how vulnerable she left herself, he didn't take action. He just kept on staring with that smug look on his face. Which just unnerved her even more. He had all the opportunity in the world, and yet he still didn't do anything..!?
"Stop... Stop looking at me like that! Do something!" Rose screamed, before letting out an orgasmic scream as the pleasure just quaked through her. It was impossible to get back up while she was busy pushing out more and more of all this goop. Especially when he kept looking at her like that. It was humiliating! Terribly difficult to endure, and just generally a pain! She hated it!
No matter how much she was cumming, no matter how much her queefing pussy leaked, no matter how much her nipples squirted out lots of milk and slime from those cocks that had been shoved into them, she hated it! And she... She was... R-Right, she had to find Kanaya!
Atlas kept on grinning. "Come on. Just go. I bet you've got something very important in mind. But it won't matter. You'll see." He chimed. While making it abundantly clear that all she was going to get out of it was something horrible. He knew exactly what she was thinking, and that just served to make it feel even worse...
But he didn't stop her. No matter how long it took her to get away from him, he didn't stop her. If anything, he just kept laughing at the sight of her having to stop every few meters to shit out more fragrantly slimy dildos.
She was... She was going to enjoy her anniversary. No matter how badly she had been changed. And he wouldn't stop her..!
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"K-Kanaya... C-Copslut..? K-Kanaya!"
The more that Rose managed to get away from Atlas, the more that Petslut started to lose. It was harder and harder to keep her mind focused, and it was especially hard to remember names or that any of this was supposed to be wrong. He really was the cause of her lucidity... But that was what made it all the more terrible. The boy that abused her was the cause for her mind being fully aware. And that meant he could taunt her, and enjoy her anguish so much more.
But... But she wasn't going to let him. She had finally reached the nice shop that she was going to... meet... Copslut... by..? Hold on, this was a... A dumpster!
"Hold It Right there, Slut! You're Not Allowed To Eat Other Sluts' Garbage! That's Detainment For You!"
Petslut could hear a voice. A voice that would've normally given her nothing but joy. But now, it filled her with nothing but despair. Especially as he turned around and faced her, shock and horror filling her resisting heart.
There was Kanaya. Or Copslut, as she was known in this reality. She was just as absurd as Rose. Massive pregnant belly, exaggerated hands and feet that stank like hell, and an extra sticky tendency to kneel down and shit out plenty of dildos. Just like any other slut in the entire city. But the part that made her stand out, like Petslut's outfit, was her extra large pussy.
"Kan- Copslut, please! Please believe me, you're-"
No matter how much Rose pleaded. No matter how badly Petslut tried to shit her way out of this. It wouldn't help. As soon as Copslut slapped a pair of oversized handcuffs on her megatits, it was over. Because then a chain shot out from that massive cunt of hers, and it latched onto those very same handcuffs.
And the next thing she knew, she was being stuffed into Copslut's cunt. Slurped up and swallowed, unbirthed so she could be detained. Copslut huffed as she slapped her jail-tummy. She had already caught three lesbiansluts today, who had run away from their hubbies! And now she had to return this one too, so annoying!
At least she'd get a nice fuck from Atlas for her service... Completely unaware that she had become like this thanks to him. Completely unaware that the pet she just detained was her wife.
And if he had his way, reality was going to get another uppercut sooner or later, ruining their lives even further...