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It had been a shitty fucking day. First off, multiple snotty kids had gotten various bodily fluids on his costume. Then, when he went to get it cleaned, the laundromat had been unexpectedly closed due to the electrical wiring catching on fire or some bullshit, so he'd had to try scrubbing the work-gunk out in the sink, before leaving it drying over the rickety kitchen chair in the moldy, drafty apartment he called 'better than the street'.
The call of the Hive was extra strong on days like today, when he just wanted to forget everything for a few hours. Absorb the energy, stuff his face, get a hit off whatever and whoever was offering. A few hours where he was something more than a failed clown stuck watching the funhouse mirror Fizz crack worse jokes than the real one.
Blitz hadn't even gotten past tipsy yet, but he felt her before he saw her as he settled down in his seat. She radiated warmth that smelled like a different treat every moment, and a proposal was offered up along with a hefty slice of cake.
"Would you want to stick around for a while, sweetie?"
Blitz looked up at Beelzebub herself, her smile easy and her eyes bright, as sweet and bubbly as the honey he'd just started sipping.
"Come again?" He raised an eyebrow as she pushed the cake a little closer before gesturing over to the further end of the room, where doors led deeper into the hive.
"I've seen you messing around here for a while, imp boy. You really know how to party, and how to put away more than some hounds twice your size, which, y'know, kudos, I know that's not easy. And you enjoy it here, getting to be part of the hive and indulging to the max- I can taste it on you." One of her lower arms traced up and over his horn, fingertip sliding over the end and swooping down to tap his lips before dropping back to her side. "We could use new blood like you in the tap room, if you'd be down for it."
Blitz knew what she meant, of course. The tap room was where the really wild shit started happening most of the time, the full-on orgies where they milked drinks out of the living kegs who'd given themselves up to be pumped into bubbly, bloated barrels of booze.
At one point, he had even been in a drinking contest out of one of them, sucking pure beezlejuice out of a boob bigger than his whole head. A hound had been at the other side, furry hands digging into hefty, sloshy meat while milking the succubi's titty-tap for everything she had. (Blitz had totally won, for the record, but the lingering strain of milky succu-aphrodisiacs threaded through the drink meant he'd ended up fucking the guy afterwards, so really they both had come out on top in the end... in a way. The dude had been a great, tight ass.)
It had always been the kind of thing for somebody else. If someone was getting off on it while still providing the juice, good for them.
But.
His mind drifted to the costume that didn't fit quite right and always smelled too much like metal, too much like the shitty knock-off circus that no one could or should rightfully be proud of, and to the roaches that were only companions waiting for him when he stumbled back to the apartment later, scattering as soon as they caught the light.
He could still hear the moans of the succubi that he'd sucked the plump nipple of, flushed and so wet he could smell it even through the sweetness of the honey and burn of the alcohol.
The cake slipped between his lips without even realizing he'd lifted it, creamy frosting dissolving on his tongue as he considered. Tomorrow was Tuesday, his day off. He didn't have shit to do, or at least nothing that couldn't be put off, especially with the laundromat out of commission and his post-rent wallet emptier than a popped balloon.
He chased down the cake slice with the rest of his cup of beezlejuice before sliding off the chair. "Can I, y'know, try it out first? Tap room's a preeeeetty big difference from chugging shit out on the main floor."
She clapped her hands together, wings fluttering. "Oh, totally! We've got buttons so the brewers can uncork whenever they want. If they're not feeling the vibe, it starts tasting all sour and spoiled and shit, and obviously nobody wants that." She darted across the room, checking in with guests here and there as she went but keeping an eye out to make sure that Blitz was following her as they made their way through the main area, wandering towards the back rooms where the general crowds started thinning.
The air was thicker as they moved out of the main chamber, heavy on his tongue with ambient particles of flavor that he couldn't quite nail down as booze or food. The bass was more muffled here, the layers of walls not quite enough to fully mute it as the vibrations echoed in his bones. Bee glanced back at him before she pulled a door open, revealing a room stocked to the brim with booze. The walls were lined with both the living type that sloshed and moaned when prodded, settled in their fenced-in pens like fucked-up cubicles with walls made of comb, and normal kegs, the shit you'd get at the store for boozy parties the Rings over. The rest of the room was scattered with partiers, along with cups and hoses, beanbags, a table, and a pair of yellow couches with a honeycomb pattern just across from them. As they entered the room, eyes turned to meet the Queen and her newest pet project.
"Alright, pup, here's the scoop. If you wanna do this, plop that cute little butt down on your favorite seat, and I'll get the hose ready to fill you up. For starters, we use the normal drinks so we can figure out what flavor you are all on your own instead of sipping off somebody else's." A glow surrounded one of the kegs and one of the hoses, and she tilted her head. "D'you have a favorite food?"
"Cheese. Cheese and hot sauce." Blitz plopped down on the couch, sinking into the cushions, and Bee giggled.
"Oh, you're going to be tast-yyyy." Bee snapped her fingers. "Wait, wait, wait. You want to show off your stuff as you get filled up, or should I tell them to dip out for a minute? It'll be a real crowd-pleaser, I'm sure."
Blitz's fingers dug into the cloud-like pillows.
("You're a fucking j-j-joke," the robot had laughed, spite either programmed in or authentically derived from a month of working with him, and he wasn't sure which was worse.
But the crowd here cheered, and slapped him on the back, and was impressed what he could do with his mouth, with his gut, with his body.)
"I'm sure the energy will be wild, sweet stuff-"
"It's Blitz." he interrupted. If she was gonna pump him full of enough to roll him around, she'd better know that much at least. "My name is Blitz, the o is silent."
"Hmm? Oh! Oh yeah, I'm pretty sure I heard you say it at some point, but thanks! Blitz. Bliiiiitz. It rolls off the tongue, that Z's all buzzy." She wiggled the end of the hose a little, the plastic making a dull whistling noise as it flopped around in the air. "We can make a sign if you wanna stick around for longer than a couple days, I know a great guy who does the most adorable designs to make those letters pop." Her lips popped along with it. When he glanced back, sure enough- some of them had signs. "So, what'll it be, bitch?"
"Fuck it. Let 'em stay." He waved a hand. A show's a show, and the crowd at the Hive was one of the best audiences he'd ever had. "Might as well show 'em how it's done, right?"
"That's the spirit!" She grinned before plugging the hose into the keg and kissing the 'open' end, a spark of magic racing down the tube with a gentle glow. "Now, let's see how much you can really take." The container lifted itself by magic and the hose dropped down, pushing between his lips as the beezlejuice within started to flow.
The first sensation that he registered was sweetness- it didn't seem much different from the usual supply that was readily available the in punch bowls and pools, but that wasn't a problem. There was a reason Blitz could chug half his weight in it- the shit was good, lingering on the tongue with a warmth like sunshine and a taste like the richest honey, and the alcohol's twist made it almost equal to coals in a pinch when you wanted to feel warm.
The second sensation was a fizzing in his middle as the drink slid down his throat and hit his stomach. At first it was just the usual hot buzz that came with chugging beezlejuice instead of sipping it, but when he rested a hand on his middle, something felt… off.
Blitz slid his fingers under his shirt, claws tracing the surface. The skin felt softer as well as a little more loose than usual, especially when compared to the tightness he'd gotten used to as dinner often was leftover popcorn from work when he was too tired to drag himself down to Gluttony. His fingers had something to sink into, just slightly, and the warmth of the alcohol started to spread as his stomach began to fill.
His lips were tight around the hose, forming a seal, and the beezlejuice flowed freely, each gulp sending more down his throat in a continuous stream. Bee watched intently as each swallow increased the payload.
"Oh, you're gonna be huuuuge, I can already tell. I'll put you on the left, that way everybody can see you when they pop in and take a drink, won't that be fun?" Blitz could feel his tail flicking eagerly as she increased the speed. His gut was sitting in his lap now, heavy and hot and easily twice the size as before, and it was only getting started as his shirt was forced upwards while his middle swelled. The softer skin was already going to good use, keeping the stretching from causing aches- the only sensation was the consistent swelling, any aches buried underneath the boozy pleasure as the room began to swirl. Colors, bright and shimmering and beautiful.
"Ooooh, I can feel that," Bee praised, patting at his belly and getting a slight jiggle. "You're gonna be seeing colors they haven't even invented yet, bitch, just you wait!"
Blitz's lips sucked on air and he gasped, the hose popping out of his mouth as Bee tested the now-empty keg in her hand for a moment like a weight before tossing it aside. His gut churned and swirled as the sound of the container hitting the floor registered somewhere in the back of his brain, but now that he had a moment, he was able to look down and see…
Gold. There was a thin sheen of the red and white skin over the top, but it was stretched and translucent over a belly bubbling away with fresh beezlejuice, a perfect container.
"Looks pretty rad, right?" She beamed. "You're on a roll, big boy!" He had only moments to glance down to see that the crowd had closed in slightly, but another hose jammed itself into his mouth before he could blink, and he started swallowing again on instinct. This time he could watch from the bottom of his eyes as his gut creaked forward, bit by bit, enveloping his lap like a hot, sloshy water bottle while the threads of his shirt popped one open by one.
Whether it was her magic or just him no longer caring about any potential limits, he continued to chug, and awareness faded to the background as the sweet burn of the honey consumed everything. The people watching, the texture of the hose, the feeling of the cushions below him… nothing mattered as much as the flexing of his throat muscles, the feeling of growth, and the taste dancing on his tongue. More, more, more. Past his knees, past the couch, past the fuzz that was turning everything into a rush of sparkling hues and echoing sounds. Blitz's chest started to ache and swell along with everything else, but the sting was pleasant, especially with a tweak on a nipple that caused a spurt of hot liquid for just a moment.
Bubbling liquid flowed in a straight line from his mouth to his hooves. As seconds ticked past, the heat rose to his calves, his knees, his thighs, his stomach, up up up until it foamed into the tips of his horns and nearly spilled back out. He was a vessel, useful and perfect for his purpose, and he sank into the ocean of sweetness and warmth.
She might have switched the hoses out, or she could have simply refilled it with magic, all that mattered was that any skip in the flow could have be dismissed as a breath as it poured evenly down, down, down, stomach continuing to swell past his knees. The crowd was definitely starting to gather closer as he chugged, excited whispers and scattered cheers of encouragement pushing him further and further as he spread his legs and let himself grow. Reality doused itself in glitter and fuzzy heat, the cheers blending in with the chugs and his own heartbeat. Bee said something, but he could no longer hear what it was, too focused on the taste and sensations tracing from his tongue to his increasingly-elastic belly.
More, more, more. His hands blindly reached forward, and sunk into skin so overfull with containing the honey that the fingers were enveloped in warmth as it surged around them, stomach plush and pillowy. The cargo within fizzed at the momentary pressure, but surged back into place as his hand dropped down to his side again, the effort to lift it too much as he took a final swallow and the hose popped out again.
Reality was upside down and sideways, and the room shifted to a mass of color while his body was warmer than a dozen bags of hot coal after a long day. Bee patted his stomach and a sweet burp slipped out, his insides burbling as a few big bubbles rose from the bottom before settling again.
"You really are somethin' else, Blitz, that's way more than most first-timers do. I've gotta try you out." Something pink flicked out- did she lick her lips?
Two of her hands massaged his stomach, easing any stray bubbles from the chugging, while the third massaged his right nipple. If anything remained of his shirt, it was in tatters, as she had easy access to the now-plump nipple resting atop a much meatier chest, and the pec (or was it a tit now?) was soft and squishy with excess beezlejuice sloshing inside. The skin was probably shifted little lighter to match his belly, but it had grown difficult to see.
The feeling of her muzzle wrapped around the nipple, however, broke through the haze as her face snapped into clarity, pink and yellow eyes meeting his for just a moment before she began to suckle. A moan vibrated through Blitz's body, halfway to a purr and halfway to an orgasm as every nerve ending in his body lit up at once, and every single one of them said 'fuck yes, more please'. The prickles from the edges of her teeth and the sting of the alcohol, the way her tongue lapped at the tissue, the seal from her lips that stimulated the entire nipple as the honey was pulled from inside of him and poured into her mouth, pulsing like a toy for each gulp...
Blitz's dick was pinned down by his gut; hot, heavy, and sloshy as well as stimulated with every movement. Meanwhile, his tongue hung out as noises and words spilled from his mouth that were too incoherent for even him to keep track of. He tried to wiggle slightly to move his massive, bloated belly, but it was too much to even attempt with Bee milking him directly into her mouth, cooing all the while with vibrations that made him shudder even harder.
She pulled herself off, licking her lips again, before fluttering up to rest a hand atop his gut and pushing down, pressing the weight further against his lap, and he couldn't hold back a whimper. His newly-fat tit was still leaking wetness that trailed down his side and painted him with more bright, shimmering gold, ribbons on the skin to show off what he now held.
"Mmm, you had that zing, a hint of smoky spice and creaminess just like I thought." She rotated her hand, dragging the sloshing stomach around and around as his cock wept against the couch. "You were so fuckin' pent up, you needed that, I can tell. We'll take good care of you, sweetie." Another rotation, and Blitz was too fuzzy to even try to hold back the moan as he came.
A tingle surrounded him as he was lifted into the air, stomach dangling heavy below him and swaying slightly. He could see for just a moment that the hue and viscosity of his release was also the bright gold of beezlejuice before he was settled into a space of his own. Comfortable cushions rested underneath him, but the space to the front was open for anyone to come milk out a drink, and he leaned forward, eager to be the most enticing for any newcomers. The world was rainbows and lights and vibrations that shuddered through his body and lit every nerve, making the honey inside him quiver as he sunk into the ecstasy of being alive, just for now.
Bee snapped her fingers and a button appeared, falling into her palm before she set it next to him, within easy reach.
"You wanna dip out, just hit this, alright? But until then, enjoy the party! They're sure as hell gonna enjoy you."
Blitz nodded, distracted, as a mass of blurred but bright colors neared that gradually formed into a member of the crowd with a flush on their face and a crop top that left plenty of room to grow.
He hoped they were thirsty.