Pirated Entertainment VR - Chapter 6 - COMMENT HERE (Patreon)

WOOF - sorry for the delay! Mental health stuff had me shelve this until I could be more reliable with it, hopefully that means now! 

Continuing the adventure of Vice Regent Amourres, you will see what she sees as the game goes on, and from there all of you get to chime in with input. Ask questions, suggest what Amourres should have her do next, etc - I will respond to your comments and integrate them into the next post! Consider Amourres' motivations if you're wondering what to do, and let's have fun with this together!

Written and illustrated by me

Cameo mouse-cow is VictorTheMaker who has been incredibly helpful in helping to edit the story!

Cameo by sloshy drake girl belongs to Lunoe!

More cameo slots to open in the future <3

This chapter edited by the wonderful Firefox! 

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“Well? What do you think?” Ignia’s impatient tone snapped Amourres out of her thoughts, bringing her back to the cool reality of the cavernous room she stood in. Around her the reflection of water on the ceiling gave the impression that they were underwater and before her, in the centre of the room, the bloated drake creature called Ignia beckoned impatiently with the amulet that had supposedly left her barely able to stand. Drinking in the moment, Ignia groped at her breasts and winked at one of the many cameras that must be stationed around the room, soaking in the attention trickling through her network feed as it translated into credits.

You're here to win and escape, not to lower yourself for the enjoyment of the low-lifes watching this broadcast. The stone platform is likely a pressure plate linked to the stone doors and this 'Ignia' found the medallion in the room, possibly even on the platform, made to make her heavy enough to activate the pressure plate and open the doors. - Firefox

I think she should indulge a little before trying to figure out the door - Benadryl

Of all the ways to win the games and pay off her debt Amourres had no intention of turning herself into a beached whale - but Ignia’s impatience was likely to turn to suspicion. The raven made a snap decision, she bent forward and snatched the amulet from Ignia’s outstretched hand. The golden medallion felt cool against her features as she held it up to the light.

Ignia huffed, “No need to get grabby.” She said, running a hand down her bloated, beachball sized stomach and seeming to admire the way that it sloshed as she drummed her fingers against it. “Remember - we’re gonna share that! Two big girls are better than one. Oh... if you could see my credit count... just think about how much we’re going to make together!”

Amourres swallowed a scathing remark about what Ignia must have done to score a debt with the pirates, she wasn’t in much better a place herself. Instead she focused on what was in front of her, slipping the medallion over her head. As soon as the cool metal disk found its place upon her chest she felt the effects of whatever nanobots lurked within. The raven stumbled, it felt like someone had injected cold water into her veins, pushing through from her chest. This cool, flowing feeling permeated the very core of her being, pushing downwards, outwards, turning her bones to liquid as it went. At least, that’s how it felt. One foot fell back before the other and the raven managed to regain her balance.

“Yeah,” Ignia laughed, “Should’ve warned you about that. Maybe. The viewers would’ve loved it if you’d fallen though.” She grinned at Amourres from where she lounged on the ground, seeming to drink up the view.

The effects weren’t easy to miss and they were almost instantaneous. Amourres saw her chest rising as though being slowly inflated. She could hear a soft trickling noise and she could swear she could feel the fluid from the amulet accumulating within her breasts, pushing out against her newly won shirt. Before the liquid within began to drop - a heavy, sinking feeling that made her feel weak in the knees again, pushing a groan from her blush painted beak as the liquid began to make its way downwards towards her gut. She had been chubby when she entered the games but as she looked down, watching her breasts deflate ever so slightly while her gut expanded, she could see that she was properly fat now. Or at least, she looked fat. Nothing about her stomach rang true to the feeling of soft, pliant blubber that she had experienced before. Instead it was an orb, gravid and growing, sloshing ever so faintly, taut to the touch and heavy. A heavy gurgle sound rang out through the cavern as yet another barrier seemed to break and Amourres could feel the liquid in her stomach spread to her thighs, her ass cheeks starting to balloon. Once again the sheer novelty of the liquid feeling threatened to throw her off balance. Her knees quivered and her breath became short - chrome how she loved this feeling.

Looking as though she might be pregnant quickly gave way to looking as though she were heavily pregnant, and all the while her neural mods displayed how many donations were being made by the game’s viewers. A counter that had barely moved since she started playing was all of a sudden swinging into action as hundreds of credits began flowing her way. The realization that she was being watched brought her back to reality - she couldn’t continue to pleasure herself like this in front of all these people. The indignity of performing in the games was bad enough, she didn’t have to lower herself any further. With that thought she mustered the wherewithal to grab at the amulet and pluck it from her chest, gasping as the feeling of flowing water surging through her body abruptly stopped. Looking down at herself, she realized she had perhaps let herself go a little longer than she ought to have - her shirt was now skin tight against her stomach, making it look more like the top of a drum than fabric. Her noticeably larger breasts rested atop her gravid belly, accentuating it but nowhere near overshadowing it, complimented by thighs and an ass thighs that now wobbled and sloshed. She was perhaps two thirds of the size of the drake woman who was herself blushing and panting, hands snaking between her thighs as she pleasured herself unabashedly.

“Oh... they loved that,” Ignia groaned, seeming to pause in her self satisfaction for the moment. Looking confused, she added, “Why’d you stop?”

Although she had expected the question, Amourres was still dealing with the rush of new sensations - a heavier body and shaking legs for a start. She cleared her throat and shook her head.

“I didn’t - uh... didn’t want to hog all the attention to myself,” she managed after a moment, eyes focusing. “But uh... why don’t we shift the location a little bit? See that circular platform? It would make a fine backdrop to what comes next.” She left the sentence hanging in the air for a moment, they both knew what would come next but teasing the audience garnered an instant credit boost.

Ignia contemplated that for a moment before her grin grew just a little wider, the prospect of easy credits seemed like it had banished any doubt. She sloshed against her stomach and started to get up before the bloated orb of drake gut pushed her back down. Bashfully, she murmured, “Uh, little help?”

It was the work of a few minutes and a lot of huffing and grunting on both women’s parts to get Ignia up and waddling over towards the platform in the middle of the room. The platform itself seemed to budge a little under their combined weights, confirming Amourres’ suspicions about the device that it should be able to open the door on the far end of the room, given enough weight put upon it.

The drake was eager to accept the amulet again once she was sitting down on the platform. Her legs braced either side of her wobbling gut she started massaging her breasts the moment she felt the familiar trickle of water, the cooling sensation that ran through her body and gave her such a heady thrill. Amourres looked on with pleasure. When she had had her own servants there was little she enjoyed more than watching them obliterate their bodies and here was one so hedonistic, so willing to grow for an audience. Anything for the thrill of it. Already the woman’s belly was starting to push her legs aside, growing out past her knees. With every slosh and gurgle inches were added to her waist - apparently the process sped up the larger the specimen. And the inches weren’t just going to her already large stomach, her breasts were inflating as though twin water pumps were hooked directly to her nipples, surging forward with every imaginary ‘pump’ of water the amulet had to give. She groaned, arm reaching down once again between her legs only to find access completely blocked by her stomach which rested firm upon the ground. It was wide enough that she could comfortably rest her arms to either side of her and had no chance digging beneath.

“Uh,” Ignia was blushing bright red now as she looked up at Amourres from the valley of her cleavage, “Mind helping me again?” She obviously wanted Amourres to help pleasure her, a wonton little performance that would no doubt impress the audience. On the other hand, if the vice regent were tending to her new little pet she wouldn’t be able to stop Ignia from taking the amulet off.

Like a predator stalking her prey, Amourres circled around the drake, wing trailing across her soft, tender scales as she decided what to do with her. She had no doubt that their combined weights would soon open the door - but could she bring herself to play with a pet under these conditions? Expose herself to everyone on the network even more? Or would she make sure the drake kept growing long past when Ignia herself would take the amulet off, ensuring that the hedonistic girl would get to enjoy her newly found credits as a massive, waterbound blimp?

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Status: Healthy, Sloshing

Status Effects: n/a

Inventory: pirate garb

Weapons: elegant looking pistol with vine engraving

You See: a stuffed larder, a gold inlaid plate, a heavy stone door, a curious and wobbling reptilian woman, a massively fat cowrat

Motivations: Competition (I want to win, but at what cost to my body?)

Exits: South (ramp leading upwards), East (heavy looking stone door, shut)