Raising Slimes for New Reasons

With a yawn and a stretch, Beatrix stepped out of her cozy house and out onto her ranch. Yup. It was gonna be another peaceful day in the Far, Far Range.

First things first, gotta check the slimes. She’d pretty much gotten the hang of keepin’ the squirmy lil’ squirts where they needed to be, but sometimes the odd Tabby Slime popped out for a romp in the hen pen or a Quantum Slime broke physics again and had to be rounded up from halfway across the ranch. Nothin’ too bad, though.

Beatrix strolled along her dusty ranch, checkin’ up on everything. She’d long since become well-enough off to not have to deal with wranglin’ the dangerous slimes anymore, thank the almighty. Takin’ care of those Boom Slimes was really somethin’ else. Nah, she kept the more friendly lil’ fellas now even though a bunch of them only made a few Newbucks per plort. Now as she strolled along, she was greeted by pens of squishy Pink Slimes, wiry Hunter Slimes, scrappy Tangle Slimes, and a bunch of other peaceful critters.

With a flick of her Vacpack, Beatrix gathered some freshly grown fruit from her orchard and a few hens that were at the end of their rope. She popped them into the slime pens and watched the gluttonous creatures gorge themselves. Not that she blamed the little guys. The fruit and birds on this planet were delish. She’d certainly found herself with an achin’ belly more than a few times after eatin’ too much after a long day.

Next up, the cave. Beatrix loved the cave. She just grew some hardy fruit trees that didn’t mind the low light, then packed the place with a whole load of Phosphor Slimes. They bumbled and bumped about adorably, but the nocturnal critters didn’t dare leave the cave during the day. Why they didn’t flee at night was anyone’s guess, but Beatrix liked to think that they’d grown to like her. They mostly took care of themselves, so Beatrix just watched ‘em for a while, gathered the massive load of plorts they’d made, then left ‘em to their business.

The rest of the slimes were doin’ fine for themselves as well. The Tabby’s had stayed settled and the Quantum’s were respectin’ the space-time continuum for the time bein’. Even the couple of Dervish Slimes Beatrix had kept around to admire their energy were bein’ quiet for the day.

It almost seemed like it was gonna be a clean sweep of the ranch until she reached her ocean-side Puddle Slime ponds. The melty lil’ guys were usually the best behaved of all her slimes. She only kept four to a pond with their lil’ rubber duckies since they were so shy, and they fed on nothin’ but water all day. They were like lil’ bumper boats that she could watch all day long if she could.

‘Cept, well, one of them wasn’t so little anymore.

One of her precious Puddle Slimes had swollen up to an absurd size. Not to full Gordo Slime levels, but definitely a Largo. Which was strange since Beatrix didn’t think that Puddle Slimes even could become Largos. No matter how many tasty plorts she had offered them from other species, they had never taken the bait. Hell, she had even stopped keepin’ Largos recently since they were a bit harder to care for than the little guys. So what was she supposed to do with this fella then?

At least she knew which type of slime had finally managed to lure a Puddle boy into a plorty feast. That royal golden hue and honeycomb head plate were unmistakable marks of the Honey Slime. Once again, Beatrix couldn’t blame her Puddle friend for cavin’ for that particular treat. It was the only plort she had ever tasted that she’d gone back for a second bite of (though she hadn’t tried a few of ‘em for obvious reasons).

But the big bastard was causin’ a real problem bein’ so big. He was shovin’ all his lil’ friends right up against the sides of the pond and his lil’ rubber ducky was nowhere to be seen! It was a damn shame, but the poor guy was gonna have to take a sea-bath just like all the Largos and aggressive slimes Beatrix had stopped keepin’ before him.

She readied her Vacpack and started it up. The tremendous suction of the device made the melted-looking slime jiggle violently before getting yanked over the edge of the pond. It surged towards her, faster and faster, until-

*SPLAT!*

Beatrix was knocked over as the massive Puddle largo’s body surged past the nozzle of her Vacpack and slammed into her. She’d made a huge mistake. A normal Largo couldn’t fit in her pack but it was solid enough to stay as a ball on the end of her vac. But a puddle slime was a sloshy bastard and it seemed that bein’ part honey hadn’t solidified ‘em enough to keep ‘em in a rigid shape.

Now Beatrix was payin’ the price for bein’ so hasty. She was trapped underneath a sticky, heavy mass of amber slime. She tried to push up, but her arms just sank right into the girthy bastard. Then they stuck there. He was so damned sticky and thick that Beatrix couldn’t hardly move her arms now that they were in there!

She was in a real bad spot here. The rancher had always been great at holdin’ her breath, but she couldn’t go without breathin’ forever. And from how the massive lad was bobbing up and down in place, it seemed like the mutant thing couldn’t manage to move, stuck in place from its own barely-formed and heavily sticky body. Guess Beatrix knew now why Puddle Largos were unseen. The bastards were a doomed race.

Beatrix started thrashin’ around, growin’ desperate. As she did, she opened her mouth in a silent scream and a huge glob of honeyed slime pushed into her open maw. It was so damned sweet! She slurped it down almost reflexively. She’d never thought about it before, but a slime made of honey that popped out tasty honey rocks was probably pretty tasty itself, huh? And probably plenty digestible too, considerin’ how soft and gooey they are.

Oh, yeah. Beatrix knew how she was gonna get outta this one.

The green-haired gal started slurpin’ like a madwoman, suckin’ as much sickenin’ly sweet slime down her gullet as she could. She didn’t have too long ‘till she ran outta breath, so she needed to at least munch enough of the critter to be able to munch on some precious air before she passed out for good.

Eatin’ the Puddle Largo was a fun time at first, but it stopped bein’ fun real quick. Beatrix felt her gut gettin’ full right fast, but it wasn’t like she could stop to digest anythin’. She was on a crunch here! So she kept eatin’, hopin’ that her belly could handle the pressure.

Gulp after gulp of ultra-thick honey slime slid down Beatrix’s throat.  Her belly reached the point of achin’, then the point of hurtin’. But there was still slime on her nostrils, so Beatrix had to keep gulpin’. But to her surprise, after a pretty harsh stab to her side, the pain started fadin’. She kept pumpin’ slime into her gut, but the pain didn’t come back.

Beatrix didn’t know what was goin’ on, but she wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She doubled down on swallowin’ slime. She started feelin’ her lungs startin’ to ache like her tummy ought to be. She could feel her belly gettin’ bigger under the slime, feel the pressure both in and out. All that slime was pushin’ out hard from inside while even more heavy slime pressed down from up top. But the pressure in her lungs was far more pressin’ than any gut pressure.

Finally, with a distinct *POP!*, Beatrix's mouth broke through slime to taste fresh air. She pushed all of the stale air from her lungs and greedily sucked in as much cool, crisp ocean air as she could stomach (so to speak). She was gonna live! She wasn’t gonna be found dead, choked and stuffed, by one of her own livestock!

With a moment to think, Beatrix tried openin’ her eyes. Nothin’ doin’. They were still covered by sticky slime, her eyelids glued shut. Better her lids than her eyes though. She didn't even wanna think about tryin’ to clean this gunk from her eyeballs.

But her belly seemed to be doin’ alright still. She didn’t know what exactly was goin’ on down there, but she prayed that it’d stay the way it was for a while longer. She was gonna need to stuff her face a bit more to get herself free, it seemed.

Beatrix tried to get more of that sweet, sweet slime into her mouth, but all she managed was to lick the area around her mouth clean and free up a bit of her nose. Stayin’ like this wasn’t an option, though. She tried wigglin’ her arms again, and… yes! With all her might, she managed to pull one of them up and through into the area of slime she’d managed to clear. She had never been happier to be an outdoor buff with beefy arms!

The freedom of her arm brought a small cascade of slime onto her face, which she hastily slurped up. Then she began scooping handfuls of slime from wherever she could reach until it fell down into her mouth as well. She was like an antlion but for juicy, helpless slime. A slimelion? An antslime? Casey might’ve been able to come up with somethin’ good from that.

After the pressure in her belly had grown a good bit, Beatrix felt her fingers poke against her forehead. She hastily started shovelin’ the globs of slime left on her eyes down to her mouth but took her time fully wipin’ them off as best she could at the end. Finally, when she’d done all but lick herself clean (which she woulda done if she coulda), she slooooooowly peeled her eyes open.

The sky above was a vibrant blue, rimmed by a vibrant amber. Fortunately, it seemed like the Puddle slime was just the right combination of liquid and solid that its body had sunk from her slurping but hadn’t fully glooped around to replace its fallin’ parts. It was kinda like puddin’, actually. Honey puddin’. Was that a real thing? If not, if Beatrix bred more of these guys, it could be.

Still, she wasn’t free yet, not even close. Beatrix had a long way to go for that.

The rancher started by freein’ her other arm, pulling down globs of slime until she could pull it out with a wet *SCHHHLUCK*. Then she began to work in earnest, both hands grabbin’ slime and getting it to her mouth as quickly as she could. Beatrix had sometimes had morbid thoughts about what exactly a slime could eat in terms of meat, but she wasn’t keen about findin’ out today.

She started with her head, freein’ it as best she could. It’d probably take days before she got all this gunk outta her hair, but that was a later problem. She shoveled the sweet slime as fast as her throat could keep up. Her gut was startin’ to scare her though. She could feel it startin’ to weigh down on her now. It was a different kinda weight to all the slime that was still on top’a her. It tugged at her skin and felt kinda… intimate? Yeah, that was it. It was a weight inside of her, so it felt much closer and comfier… was that strange? Maybe all her time alone out here was startin’ to push her in some weird directions…

It took a bit of time, but Beatrix managed to move enough goo to her mouth to pull her head up with a bit of effort. She looked down with the intent of seein’ just how much slime was left but saw a whole lot more than she was gamblin’ for - and not just of slime.

The rancher’s gut was huge. It stuck straight up into the Puddle Largo like a whole fruit suspended in a dish of jello. Her flat tum was now a solid orb filled with slime stickin’ maybe a foot straight up and just as round as it was tall. What kinda stomach could even do somethin’ like that?

Calm down, Bea. She shook her head and sighed. Whether it was normal or not wasn’t the problem. The problem was that she looked like this and she wasn’t even close to bein’ free. There was still so much slime on top’a her-

Oh, wait. Her arms were free. Couldn’t she just… Beatrix grabbed a glob of honey slime and tossed it. It sailed away before landing on the earth with a splat. Yeah, she could just do that. She coulda done that as soon as she had freed her arm. Damn.

Well, live and learn. You don’t gotta eat your way outta everythin’. You can just use your brain now and then.

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After what felt like an hour, Beatrix finally managed to roll herself onto her side, feelin’ the cool air on her sweaty back for the first time in too long. Her side was sticky enough that it threatened to stay stuck to the stone, but she didn’t plan on lettin’ it. She heaved herself upward, which was a much bigger chore than it had that mornin’ since her gut likely weighed a couple dozen extra pounds by now.

She was just glad that her Vacpack had gotten knocked aside when she’d fallen over. Gettin’ stuck with that giant thing under her back woulda been hell on her spine.

The exhausted rancher hefted herself up onto her feet and stood for a moment, pantin’, to survey the carnage. There was slime just about everywhere. The poor bastard had gotten ripped into a million chunks by Beatrix in her efforts to free herself. If she thought that slimes could feel pain, she woulda felt bad. It was a much more brutal end than getting yeeted into the ocean. Maybe. She wasn’t exactly sure what happened to slimes in the ocean.

Still, she couldn’t leave the remains scattered around like this. She managed to get her Vacpack back on and ready (though usin’ it was hard with her giant belly in the way of her arms) and schlorped up all the pieces. She’d just go ahead and chuck all of it out into…

Hmm… Beatrix swallowed hard. She put a hand on her stomach, pressin’ down on it. For somethin’ that felt so full and heavy, it still seemed pretty soft. She could shake it and even wobble it a lil’, just like a slime. And she had kinda started to miss the taste of honey. She thought she’d be sick of it after eatin’ so much, but if anything, it had just made her want it even more…

Ah, what the hell? It’s not like anyone was gonna see her, and it was just gonna go to waste if she chucked it out into the sea, so why not test out exactly what her gut was really capable of? If nothin’ else, she’d have one hell of a story to share with guests.

With some effort, she managed to turn her Vacpack around to point it at her own mouth. Knowin’ full well that this couldn’t be nothin’ but a mistake, Beatrix opened as wide as she could, put the Vacpack to her mouth, and pulled the trigger in reverse mode.

She knew her pack was powerful, but never thought about just how much ‘till this very moment. Slime was bein’ shot down her throat so fast that she might as well be drinkin’ from a waterfall by lookin’ straight up. She could feel all that slime bein’ packed into her belly ultra-fast, growin’ heavier and heavier with every second.

Beatrix was a bit stronger than the average lass, but she wasn’t superhuman or nothin’. Her knees started bucklin’ a short while in, and shortly after that, she couldn’t stay on her feet anymore. Carryin’ all that weight in her gut was different from carryin’ it at the end of a gravity-nullifyin’ device, after all.

The glutted rancher felt herself get pulled forward onto her belly. She didn’t even have to lean that far to touch her bare gut to the ground, her pink top havin’ long since lost the ability to cover anythin’ short of her breasts. In fact, as she held her finger to the Vacpack’s trigger, it started bein’ harder for her feet to touch the ground than her stomach. Then it became straight-up impossible.

Beatrix couldn’t even describe the pleasure she was feelin’ as she lay fully on top of her own giant wobbly belly that was still swellin’ from the torrent of slime. Her gut felt like it was holdin’ a full vat of puddin’, heavy, warm, and solid, yet still soft and jiggly too. She pressed her feet down and felt them still sink into her overstuffed gut. Just what kinda talent had she been sleepin’ on all these years?

Beatrix let out an audible, “Awww!” as her Vacpack began to hiss, a sign that her fun had come to an end. She let it fall to her side as she sighed. Actually, maybe it was a good thing it had run out. Beatrix was startin’ to feel kinda full at last. Her skin was gettin’ a bit tight, not lettin’ her push in as much as before, and it seemed like she’d started growin’ up instead of out, her belly roundin’ out instead of fillin’ out like it had been. Too much more and she mighta either tipped over or popped. Maybe even both.

A sudden movement inside of her made Beatrix hiccup. That damn Puddle largo… was it alive in there? Had puttin’ all the pieces back together brought it back? The rancher let out a massive belch as she grimaced. She wasn’t a fan of the idea that she had a whole livin’ thing inside of her belly, but… it wasn’t like she could do much about it. Besides, it movin’ around in there actually felt kinda good… really good, actually…

Beatrix bit her lip as she spread out on top of her own tight stomach, feelin’ the slime wobblin’ around inside of her. It looked like she might want to figure out how this fella had been made after all so that she can make a few more for herself… or if not, maybe she could just make do with the regular Puddle slimes. Maybe some of the other slimes were worth a taste test or two as well…

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Ok so, with the lack of a comment area on text posts (like pics and vids have on this site), I'm gonna start leaving thoughts and stuff down below. If they bother anyone, the attached dowloads for these stories won't have these!

Sorry for being a bit late! I spent a bit of extra time editing since I wanted to make the accent as well-done as possible, so I had to be careful about stuff my editing programs would miss. The next fic is still gonna be on the 24th though.

Here's that Beatrix story I promised y'all from November's tie! Naturally, it's a slime stuffing story. Naturally.

I also went really big with this one, which might not be to everyone's tastes. I like these kinds of tums every now and then, but they won't be the norm, so don't worry if it's not your cup of tea. I'll be tagging these ones as 'Super-Tum', so if its got that tag, you'll know what's gonna happen.

Also-also, I'm attaching a base reference image for the character for those that like visuals. It's not a tum pic or anything, but if you're not familiar with what Beatrix looks like (I know I wasn't), it could be nice.