Space Pirate Festivus (Patreon)

A Festivus themed story written by the amazing Rabidbadger, featuring the patron talents of Kuro, Zophia and Lilly, who volunteered in the Patreon's discord server <3 

All characters copyright their players

Involves weight gain, immobility and butt stuff!

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Attention free occupants of the Corona! The Festivus is beginning in Murphy's Square! Come by and celebrate with the King, drinks and feasting will be provided!

Few things could motivate a cluster of deviants, drunkards, thieves, scoundrels, and vagrants scraping out a living on a cluster of asteroids like the promise of free food and entertainment. All around the immediate area there was a rush of movement, an instant ripple that spread out into layers around it as people further away from the epicenter began to get the word and start using faster modes of travel.

Murphy's Square was a recent addition to the Pirate King's Court, but that was itself a common occurrence. Pirate Royalty tended to be short-lived and every one of them brought something new to the Corona - they just didn't all reign long enough to see it built. Murphy's Square had been constructed quite rapidly on account of it was a simple affair really. A huge circular buffet the size of a small gymnasium with a raised stage in the center. Excellent lighting, fantastic sound system, several very large monitors arranged above the stage to display what was going on to people too far back to properly see what was up.

A small fleet of simple serving bots were ferrying fresh food out to the tables and carrying empty ones away. Already the incoming crowds were arriving in dense numbers and everyone was clearly hungry.

Welcome one and all! Your King welcomes you to his generous Fetivus Event! All are free to partake of as much as they like, leave when they wish, and for those who stay there will be a special surprise!

It wasn't as if anyone actually needed to be told, they took to the feast immediately and in droves. Most of the less affluent drifters did tend to live near the center of the commerce sector of the asteroid Casino chain. Easier access to things to steal and places to hide, but nobody needed to steal at this point. Not that they didn't behave like they were about to be chased off with sticks, the sheer volume of food did little to curb the near riotous pace and frenzy of it all. At least, until the King's face appeared on the screens.

Ever since the multicolored bunny was run out of the Corona the King, who refused to be called by anything but his title, the populace only saw him via broadcast. The fanged, grizzled maw of an old crocodile whose scales were covered in almost as many tattoos as they were scars and scratches. One who liked to grin and belly laugh. One who spread his wealth around.

The pirates liked that.

“Welcome, one and all! We gotta special treat for de lot of ya, but mostly for me! Dese t'ree souls all done been naughty in da King's eyes an e's gonna weigh them sins 'gainst da 'oliday spirit. Enjoy! I know I will.”

About half of the crowd turned to look as the stage shifted and three openings formed in it, each one raising something - someone - up into view. The first one to appear was a black feline, a slender thing with dark hair and pink highlights. Held up by the wrists, the cat looked to have been through rough times. One ear was damaged, one eye looked like it might be as well under the hair, and there was an outright lack of the tip of the tail - though knowing the pirate crowd they were probably ignoring all that in favor of her near head sized breasts.

“Luna Bell! Ya done been accused a' inciting mutiny an' failing ta pull it off! Dat's a serious offense in a Navy, an we pirates don' take too kindly to it neither. Ya got anythin' ta say fer yerself d'ere lass?”

Squirming under the eyes of so many onlookers, Luna Bell wanted to cover up and hide. There was no doing it though, not with the rings around her wrists magnetically holding her arms in place. Upright, a bit higher than a 'T' pose, preventing her from so much as kneeling let alone running or hiding.

“I didn't mean to do anything! I was just talking - complaining about work on the ship! That's all, not mutiny, just... just bitching about my job!”

A loud snort followed by bellowing laughter that left everyone looking at the monitors staring down an uncomfortable view of a gigantic maw answered the cat.

“Kuro! Ya pokey-headed squiggly dark-weaver. Ya bein accused a' usin da dark arts ta mess about wit our way a life.”

The second pedestal rose up at that, producing the corpulent form of Kuro. Dark bluish gray horns and a mass of brown fur on ballpark four hundred pounds of quivering flesh. Kuro looked furtive and was trying to get his fingers to move properly, but the wrist restraints holding his arms up the same way as Luna's were tight enough that his fingers had gone numb.

“Ya don't mess wit da games and ya don't take contracts on fellow pirates mate. Ya got anythin' ta say fer ya'self?”

Grunting and struggling, which set his gut shaking violently and got a few appreciative looks from the crowd and one low building rumble from the King's visage, Kuro still found himself bound tightly. Someone clearly knew he had few paracausal tricks up his sleeve and was making sure he couldn't concentrate, work his fingers, or muster enough shadow around him to slip into it. The reindeer found himself underneath powerful lights, bright enough to make him sweat. It had to be that, it couldn't possibly be fear.

“I'm a mercenary, not a pirate. Your rules don't apply, got it? So let me go before you get my entire company here crawling up in your business to get me back! Release me, pay me, and we'll call it even. Deal?”

When the third pedestal rose up it did so a bit higher than the rest, in part because it was much smaller. Enough so that nobody could reasonably be expected to make out what was there without assistance. Luckily their King was ready and willing to provide that with a close-up on the monitors of the tiny thing that rested atop that last edifice. Its fur patterns had something in common with a skunk, a thick bushy black tail with a broad white stripe down it - even a few horizontal stripes ringing the underside as well. Things got confused as to what the little thing was beyond that however, her belly and chest sported a pinkish cream colored fur and there were two little four pronged antlers poking out of her head.

The woman also looked like she couldn't be more than two feet tall, if that. It was hard to say for sure given the distance and being on the screen, but she was definitely tiny. Abnormally, impossibly tiny.

“Zophia, darlin little impossible t'ing! Caught ya sneakin into MY barge's ventilation system! Are ya a spy, darlin t'ing? Ya come by from dat crazy school maybe? Come ta steal in an do ya dahk dealins?”

Wiggling, the tiny pudgy antlered skunk thing struggled. Her belly hung just low enough to obscure her if she clenched her thighs and her chest wasn't quite as impressive as Luna's, but that didn't mean the entire crowd wasn't staring.

“I wasn't spying! I just wanted somewhere warm to sleep that wasn't where everyone walks all the time! I - I don't even know why I'm this small!”

Once more the King's belly laughter filled the space around the stage, joined in this time by most of the crowd - those who weren't too busy eating anyway.

“Darlin, don worry ya little head. Y'aint gon stay smol long!”

The whole arena buzzed as something appeared overhead. Structurally it wasn't too different from the drones ferrying food to and from the tables, but on scale it was another thing altogether. It rivaled cargo loaders in size and with good reason, it was carrying a huge tank on its levitating frame. One that fed into a trio of snaking telescoping limbs, hoses from the look of them, which were dangling closer every moment to the trio shackled to the stage. They shared glances before struggling just a bit harder, not that any of them managed to free themselves before they found a little nozzle with a face mask around it staring them down.

For a moment they just hovered there, waiting, building tension. Luna was the first to try to do something reasoning the King might be willing to talk. Unfortunately as soon as she opened her mouth a little burst of air pressure hit her in the face. The cat smelled something fruity, something that clung to her nose and saturated every breath she took after, which quickly went from a panicked and thrashing thing to something more docile. Luna felt every saturated lung full of air seep into the rest of her, making her outrage and fear feel heavy and soft. Too much so to hang onto. It only took five seconds of that for the cat to go limp in her restraints. The bot moved in as soon as she did.

A faint 'thuumph' was audible on the sound system as the face mask sealed itself over Luna, with the cat only having the dullest of senses left. Just enough to register that whatever was flooding her mouth tasted like heavy, sweet butter cream. That she probably ought not to be just swallowing it, but couldn't think of anything else to do.

The results were obvious within moments. Everyone in the arena, including the other two 'guests' on the stage, was able to see Luna's belly begin swelling. Round and taut at first, the belly of someone stuffed to the gills on treats, but then the edges of that shape grew softer. It started with the cat's hips and belly, going from comfortable looking to outright thick in seconds as Luna swallowed and shivered over and over. Luna squirmed a bit as her thighs began to press against each other, and as her growing weight pulled harder on the restraints. Those, it seemed, were ready to respond to the situation. They didn't release, but Luna did feel herself being lowered down so she could rest on the stage, legs sprawling out as she leaned forward a bit and kept guzzling.

Luna's swallowing began to mix in with faint moans here and there, her body squirming gently as it grew. Thickening all over, chest even more prominent than it was, the cat now rivaled Kuro in size and was still growing. Kuro, for his part, was eyeballing the apparatus lingering near him warily and trying to angle his face away from it.

“K-King! Come on, I can call my company a-”

As with Luna before, the large drone wasted no time springing to action. As soon as Kuro saw movement he clamped his mouth shut and held his breath, which would've worked if it had been spraying something again instead of launching a small dart into his thick neck.

“Oh c-crap... that feels-”

Shuddering, Kuro's eyes fluttered as he felt something squeeze and crawl around inside him. His heart beat seemed to grow louder as whatever had been introduced to his system spread. It worked quickly, worryingly so. All of Kuro's body felt warm and limp, saturated by a kind of pleasant buzzing and creaking sensation. When it grew to be too much effort to even keep his mouth shut the arm moved in, curling a supple mask around his rounded cheeks and offering up the same perilously dense mixture Luna was still gorging on. Kuro couldn't really do anything about the matter, his body wouldn't respond to anything he told it to do.

Ironically that included swallowing, though that proved less of a problem than it might. Everything in him being limp meant Kuro's body just let the mixture flow through, like his face was a sink draining into his belly. In no time the cream was sitting heavy inside him, stretching his flabby gut taut and round, leaving the reindeer groaning softly. Helpless to do anything but be filled.

Kuro's restraints did not ease him down the way Luna's did. They held tight in the air, which made it all the easier to see when his belly hit its capacity - or what ought to have been its capacity. As time crawled past for everyone it became clear that wasn't the case, not anymore anyway. Kuro in particular was left to watch. Unable to lift his head, all the reindeer could look at was the brown dome of his belly rounding out - and then stretching rounder still. To the tune of steady, sloshing glorp noises his gut swelled beyond what it should've been capable and he felt nothing but a curiously pleasant creaking sensation in his skin and a steadily growing weight to it all.

Forcibly held upright, the reindeer's gut pulled downward as best it could. After inflating to a precarious, wobbling bulb near the size of Kuro himself it finally began stretching downward, deforming from the ball shape it had pursued at first and dangling over his thighs. Kuro whimpered quietly while trying to make his legs move to get them under himself and push against his gut, to stand properly and take some of the pressure off, but he still couldn't move. Though as luck had it the pressure was relieved moments later, not by his legs but by the edge of his gut coming in contact with the ground.

Once it had touched down Kuro let his eyes shut in relief. He doubted the Pirate King was going to let him burst but fear had been creeping in regardless, not that he had totally escaped such a thing either. He still couldn't move and his belly was still growing, forming a kind of half-full water balloon looking mass he was leaning atop now.

Kuro shuddered to think how huge he'd be after digesting all of this, though all he really had to do to get an idea of it was glance to his side and look at Luna. The cat was sprawled on her back now, hips bucking gently against her own weight, bloated limbs sprawled out in all directions in the shadow of a belly the size of what a 'normal' fat person would be. The reindeer had spent plenty of his life north of the four-hundred mark but the cat was well pas that, and well past getting up and walking without mechanical assistance if he had to guess.

Of course, by the time he was out of this mess Kuro suspected he would be too.

“An now, little teeny skunk 'ting, you-”

Zophia writhed in her tiny bindings, a fury far outside what her diminutive form would suggest possible.

“I am a ferret, thank you! I'm not supposed to be tiny, either! I mean, it's not all bad, but - ugh! This isn't fair, I just didn't want to have to worry about people stepping on me or rolling something over me or-”

The drone's serpentine limb snaked down, menacing around Zophia's pinkish face, easily the size of her head and then some. She immediately stopped, blushing and swallowing hard.

“T-that isn't going to fit. I-”

This time, the King's laugh didn't set anyone at ease. It sounded a little too sinister.

“Dot's fine girly, an I do 'pologize bout da confusion but ya got da markins of a skunk on dot tail dere. Ya related to one, maybe? No mattah. Don' you worry none. Dot ting is just a distraction anyway.”

Zophia blinked once as a chill ran through her skin. She looked back to the nozzle which sat there, still and inert, then around her as best she could with her arms held up. When the King's intent struck though it came from the one place she hadn't looked - below. While in a literal sense her rump was tiny it was comparitively a comfortably large bottom, but that didn't prepare her for having it intruded upon. Something warm and impossibly slippery jutted up from her pedestal right against the meat of her ass, and then kept pushing.

“H-hey! HEY! Q-quit that!”

Zophia quickly found out squirming didn't help. Particularly not when whatever the bulbous thing nestling itself snugly against her butt was covered in started to sink into her skin and she felt herself relaxing, whether she liked it or not. The relaxation was localized, she was able to wriggle and fuss, but within seconds her hips had gone slack and her weight sank fully against the slippery intruder. A gurgle and shudder ran through the skunkish antlered ferret as she was mounted onto this thing, lifted up by it while it spread her hips apart, and then the heat bloomed inside.

It wasn't much of a stretch to assume she was being dosed with something similar to the other two. Zophia felt a rough, intense pressure inside as something forced her wider from the middle outward. Something that ruthlessly pushed its way deeper inside and then sank into the flesh it was bullying, causing the little mustelid to swell in a fashion somewhere between what Kuro and Luna were enduring.

“Nnnot fair, c-can't even taste it this way...”

All around the arena people had slowed their own eating, the sights were a little much to ignore after all. People chattered and gossiped, jeered and recorded what was happening, a few of them had even started shouting to the King making offers to buy one or more of the featured 'guests'. Neither Kuro nor Luna were in much of a state to comment about that, but Zophia (small though her voice was) could.

At least, when she could stop groaning and muttering about how full she felt as her body thickened, she could. By the time she was able to focus enough to say something coherent the little ferret was frantically wiggling her toes as they were the only thing below her waist she could still control - and she was rapidly losing the ability to see them. Her belly was already churning and quivering its way steadily lower down and eclipsing her waist in the process. The way it favored her lower body first was a bit strange, though it was something of a drop in the bucket at the moment apart from the unique opportunity it gave her to watch her ass grow before the rest of her did.

Zophia still managed to be startled when her shackles undid themselves, partly because it put all her weight onto the bulb inside her rump that was filling her like a balloon stuffed with bread dough. It wasn't as if it 'freed' her in the process, with her weight settling around the intruding mass the ferret found herself too awkward and heavy to do much. The pedestal she was on was too small to get any leverage from, she couldn't handle how heavy she was either, so that thing in her bottom had her stuck just as well as the shackles had.

A faint whirring noise preceded a loud 'ka-thunk' from the drone that had begun all this 'fun' for the pirates. The hoses in Kuro and Luna disconnected themselves, as did the restraints. The cat and reindeer both let out moans when they were able, each of them thoroughly beached by their own swollen, ridiculous bodies. Kuro had begun slowly processing his phenomenal meal and looked a bit thicker in the butt than he had been, while Luna resembled a gumdrop of fur and blubber with little bumps sticking out to remind her where her limbs were. Zophia on the other hand was still growing, and the drone was clearly not done with her.

Instead of being released, Zophia felt the pedestal she was on disconnect from the stage before the drone collected it. Her bloated body wobbled as she was lifted up, helpless to do anything about it, too small to be heard by the crowd as the assembled deviants and thieves continued their raucous display. Above, the monitors were filled with a close up shot of a yellowed, slit-pupil eye.

“Dere we go! Dot's dispensed wit' ya debts to da crown. Yer all free ta go - 'course if ya can't go ya might need ta make arrangements wit da cargo loadin sorts ta haul yer butts outta here. Yer King ain't got no stake in it no more. Now!”

A loud clapping sound quieted the arena as much as it was able to do such a thing.

“As yer King, I do decree, any of you all dot got debts ya wanna dispense wit' an feel like askin' de crown fer help with...”

A rumbling laugh built at that, the sort that evoked images of shaking guts, powerful arms, and huge teeth.

“Just come ask, an maybe clear ya schedule fer a bit an call a loadin' crew.”

Luna wiggled feebly and panted as she tried and failed to move, let alone get up. At her side, Kuro sloshed perilously atop his gut, sprawled so wide and full he couldn't touch the floor with any of his limbs. Both of them were already being inundated with a sea of grinning faces, some offering exorbitant fees for 'help' and a few clearly looking like they were planning to steal one fatty or the other if they got the chance.

Zophia, meanwhile, found herself lifted up by the monitors overhead as all but one of them turned off. Held up right by that gigantic eye, the ferret quivered as her arms bloated and refused to rest flat at her sides, not even able to grope down at her waist to try and prod at the idea of peeling herself free. The voice from the screens was quieter now, the King speaking to her and her alone.

“An' you, little 'ting. Cute, interestin little strangeness. You? I think I'll keep. A King's gotta give 'imself a present too ya know? An I can think of just da place to stick you when I get ya back into da royal palace proper.”

Wriggling futilely around the bulb nestled up her backside, Zophia whimpered as she tried and failed not to imagine what the King meant by that. As the drone carrying her helpless little dough ball of a body zoomed off to the sound of that laughter she knew she was going to find out though, sooner rather than later.