Going The Extra Mile - Image + Story
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Liquorice runs a small hauling starship, moving goods to colonies that need them. When the atmosphere of a planet bucks her starship enough to damage the coolant containers she's delivering, her pilot-link AI comes up with an ingenious way to move the coolant inside her... read on to find out more 83
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Starting to descend through the outer atmosphere of Idris II, the Home Run begins its bumpy journey to the planet’s surface. The pink exterior of the globe reflected light onto the chipped and worn hull of the Home Run, a space truck designed explicitly for hauling goods from one planet to another. Atmospheric boosters flicked on, jostling the space truck as its descent slowed.
Groaning, Liquorice lowered herself into the Home Run’s pilot seat, wiping the sleep from her eyes. In front of the donkey were displays of every shape and size giving readouts on the status of her starship and the trajectory of its flight. She tugged gently on her smart-suit, pulling the expensive garment into a more comfortable position.
“Good morning pilot Liquorice!” A chirpy, artificial voice projected from cockpit speakers. “Or should I say afternoon? As our arrival should coincide with approximately 3PM local time.”
Liquorice groaned again. Jiji’s cheerful demeanour was about the opposite of infectious. They were a Synergy brand co-pilot AI - mandatory for a ship the size of hers. Technically they could pilot the starship themselves, landing and all, but insurance purposes demanded that the AI wake Liquorice and get her into the pilot’s seat during landing, even if the donkey did nothing while there. Leaning to one side the donkey fished a coffee pill from her pockets and popped it into her mouth. She didn’t bother giving a response to Jiji; the AI rarely expected one. As she settled into her chair the planet’s atmosphere bucked the hull of the Home Run, causing the whole ship to shake just a little bit and provoking a grunt from the donkey.
“Ah yes, we’re expecting turbulence.” Jiji added cheerfully. “By the way, the settlement we’re due to deliver to doesn’t have a landing pad in operation yet. I’ve identified several viable landing areas nearby, but you’ll have to deliver the goods by hand.”
“More good news.” Liquorice replied, leaning forward to inspect the areas that Jiji had designated. They were decent landing areas. “Suppose it can’t be helped.” Moving goods by hand was a pain but a lot of frontier settlements didn’t have landing pads and still needed critical shipments. She leaned back into the comfort of the pilot’s chair and watched as Jiji manoeuvred the Home Run through the atmosphere and towards Idris II’s pink ground. As soon as the ship touched the ground the donkey was unbuckling her seat belt and ducking through the entrance of her cockpit, moving towards the cargo bay.
Liquorice was by no means the most slender donkey that anyone had ever seen. Brown fur covered her slightly plump body with a darker patch covering her nose and lighter fur covering her stomach - concealed by the smartsuit as it was. While she wasn’t massive by any means, her hips jutted out of her plump body far enough that she bumped into doorways if she wasn’t paying attention. Thankfully even in the crowded interior of her ship she was able to navigate easily enough to the cargo bay where, blinking, she saw a mess. The settlement was expecting two canisters of expensive coolant, both were lying on their side, jostled by the turbulence of the planet’s atmosphere. Both were dented and, if the slightly sweet scent on the air could be relied upon, one might have been slightly ruptured. Worse still her transport pad, a large steel platform that used hover plates to help move cargo from one area to another, had been tipped onto its side and was spitting sparks. It wasn’t going anywhere, any time soon.
“Yes,” Jiji’s voice piped up from out of a speaker in the cargo bay. The pilot-assist AI was present everywhere in the ship and even linked up with the cyberware in her suit. “The transport pad broke during our descent and the coolant containers appear to be ruptured. I have been considering your options.”
Placing a palm on her plump hip, Liquorice frowned. “And?” She asked. Clearly deciding to not deliver the coolant wasn’t an option. The company would take the price of the stuff out of her paycheck and she wasn’t paid enough for that. Carrying the canisters itself was a non-starter, she’d lose half of the coolant on the way to the settlement.
“You’re not going to like this.” Jiji replied, slowly. Liquorice’s frown deepened. From the corners of the room Jiji’s manipulator limbs began to unfurl. The robotic limbs helped the AI organise, store, load and unload cargo. Heavier gripper arms for heavy goods were complimented by more dextrous hand-sized models for the lighter or more fragile pieces of cargo. Hoses hung from the roof that could be used to transport liquids from container to container, which would be useful if they had another container to transport the coolant into. As Liquorice pondered what exactly Jiji planned to manipulate, the artificial voice transmitted from the cargo bay’s speakers once again. “We’re going to have to transport the coolant in you.”
Liquorice groaned and slapped a palm to her face. “No,” she mumbled. Jiji wouldn’t have suggested it if it weren’t both the only option and completely safe for her to do, but all the same she’d rather not have to waddle up to the settlement with a belly the size of a keg. It wasn’t exactly the most endearing way to make a first impression. “Surely there’s another way.” She said, knowing the answer before the last word left her mouth.
A robotic hand rested on Liquorice’s shoulder, not coercive but rather a clumsy attempt at reassurance. “There is not.” Jiji replied definitively. Already one end of the AI’s hoses were attached to the coolant canisters, the other end of the hose drooped down from the ceiling in front of Liquorice’s face.
Sighing, the donkey gave in. It seemed fate was determined to make a fool of her. The hose nudged gently against her lips and she let it in. She felt Jiji manoeuvre it down her throat so that thankfully she at least wouldn’t have to taste what she was consuming. In a second a pump had been turned on somewhere above and the coolant was flowing into her. There was a soft, metallic sensation as the liquid hit the edges of her throat and she felt a gentle cool infuse the core of her being. It only took moments until she began to feel full and, looking down, could see her stomach pushing lightly against the fabric of her smart-suit. Liquorice grunted. The suit was hardy, it was designed to withstand all manner of trials - it would even self-repair small cuts and the like. It would stretch and cover her, she wasn’t worried about that. She was, however, worried about how far her dignity could stretch.
“You have some significant capacity.” Jiji’s voice sounded almost pleased, there was a soft electric purr behind it. If Liquorice didn’t know better, she’d say the AI was enjoying herself.
The chubby swell of the donkey’s stomach began to balloon into a full blown paunch as her gut swelled, sloshing loudly, filling with coolant. Her suit groaned and stretched around it as she surpassed a pregnant bulge and her stomach started to fill out her sides a little more. Her hands explored the surface of this new, taut, dome, gliding gently across the exterior of her smartsuit. Even if it was embarrassing to have to waddle up to a new settlement full of coolant, Liquorice couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation of it. The feeling of her stomach stretching, looking down at herself and seeing her gut swollen into a large, wobbling dome. The slightest blush had just tinted her cheeks when a metallic clunk from above signified the pump turning off. Jiji tenderly pulled the hose from her throat and just a drop of the harmless, sweet tasting alighted on her tongue.
“Biometrics indicate enjoyment.” Jiji sounded curious, as much as an AI assistant could.
Liquorice simply grunted. She felt heavy. Her hands braced her stomach, as large as both canisters put together, it looked like she was carrying around a decently sized keg in there. She supposed she was. “Alright Jiji, lower the cargo ramp and ping the settlement for me. Let’s get this done.” With the press of a button on her suit a helmet rose from her collar, hissing as it pressurised. Planetary readouts indicated some strangeness in the atmosphere and she wasn’t going to take any risks.
What Liquorice didn’t realise is that while her suit might have stretched around her, it didn’t manage to stretch all the way around her. A small tear had appeared around the back of it, above her tailbone. Already the fabric of the suit was slowly starting to stitch back together.
Feeling a little like cargo herself, Liquorice stumbled under her new weight as she worked her way down the Home Run’s cargo ramp and onto the dusty pink surface of Idris II. Every step she took was accompanied by a loud sloshing noise as the contents of her gut failed to settle. Well enough, Liquorice thought, it would be a shame if she started digesting any of the coolant. She wondered if she even could.
The landscape was shades of dusty pink and purple. Sunlight filtered through a light pink tinted atmosphere, it trickled feebly through the clouds and alighted on the strange pink puddles that littered the ground. Liquorice wondered to herself why everything had to be the same set of colours - perhaps there were particles specific to the rain that helped tint the atmosphere and planet’s water. She contemplated asking Jiji about it but from the small electric hum in her ear the AI was probably still thinking about how much she had enjoyed the feeling of her stomach swelling. Determined as she was not to answer any questions about that, the donkey braced her stomach with both hands and waddled on towards the settlement.
Liquorice could see the Idris II settlement in the middle distance. A collection of domes and covered walkways that indicated the residents didn’t enjoy the pink rain themselves. It didn’t look all that far away, but the longer the donkey walked the further away it seemed. Quickly starting to lose her breath, Liquorice reasoned that she wasn’t used to walking around with a keg’s worth of liquid in her stomach. Surely anyone would tire of that quickly. But it wasn’t just that, every step was becoming just a little harder. She had to compensate for her stomach more and more, her stride becoming wider and wider. Groaning and panting, Liquorice spared a glance down at herself and gasped. She was huge! A chubby creature with an inflated stomach had waddled her way down the cargo ramp onto the planet’s surface; she could no longer be called chubby by any stretch. Her arms and legs were ballooning with what appeared at a glance to be fat. It was some kind of sloshing softness that wobbled intensely with the slightest movement. Her stomach had ballooned too, now that she was looking at it Liquorice could hear her suit starting to give out. She heard a long, belaboured stretching noise that turned into a tearing down the middle of her gut, exposing her bloated middle to the cool air of Idris. As though on que, a moment afterwards her helmet slid back into the suit’s collar.
“Wh- Jiji what is going on?!” Liquorice stumbled to a halt, legs wide, bracing her stomach that had swollen so large it now well and truly covered her crotch, wobbling its way closer to her knees with every second. She felt it now, exposed to the cool air as it was, she felt her stomach expanding. Growing. Ballooning. Her hands gripped her inflating sides and a moment of panic gave way to a moment of gentle bliss.
“Oh. Don’t worry. I’m looking into it.” Jiji responded with what Liquorice would consider an inappropriate amount of calm.
“Looking into it - my helmet came off!” Liquorice replied indignantly. Between her spread fingers she felt her stomach rising like dough, pushing her arms apart firmly as it took more and more space. The rest of her looked to be inflating at a similar rate. The gurgling in her stomach, the sloshing and churning of it had only intensified.
“Oh yes, I did that.” Jiji replied, continuing quickly, “Your suit was no longer maintaining pressure, thus the helmet was unnecessary. Additionally, as you’re aware, the atmosphere is perfectly breathable.”
“Perfectly -?!” Every part of Liquorice was feeling more and more heavy. She could feel her ass cheeks tearing apart the suit behind her, and that had been an expensive suit! “What part of this is perfect to you?” She had to shuffle her feet just to accommodate her new width as her stomach hung ever lower, growing past her knees and swelling towards the ground.
It took a few moments before Jiji replied. A few moments of quiet struggling, loud sloshing and a soft but thrilling tingle of excitement that Liquorice was certainly trying to ignore. “Alright. I think I have an understanding of what’s going on.” The AI said, sounding pleased with itself. “Your expanding frame can be attributed to the coolant in your stomach reacting with various compounds in the atmosphere. It appears your suit was torn before you left the ship, which allowed the atmosphere to mix with your air supply. The good news is that the coolant isn’t damaged - the reaction is only burning a fraction of it to fuel your expansion, so there should be more than enough to fulfil the terms of our contract.” Liquorice was groaning as she tried to stand beneath the weight of all the sloshing liquid. She hadn’t even thought about the contract. “That is,” Jiji continued, “It can be extracted in time. The bad news of course is that you appear to be unable to deliver anything.”
It was at that moment Liquorice lost her battle against gravity. The donkey, now looking several hundred pounds heavier than she had ten minutes ago, could no longer stand under the weight of her swelling body and fell heavily into the pink dust with a grunt. She felt her body settle around her, felt the sensation of her inflated, blubbery like flesh jiggle until it came to rest. Her stomach hit the ground with a THUD, knocking the wind from her and pushing her feet apart. And through it all, in the aftermath as her body settled like wobbling jello, Liquorice could still feel herself growing. She felt her neck puffing out, second chin folding into a large roll that sat above her inflating breasts. Her breaths themselves were growing truly massive, sitting atop the shelf of her stomach and jutting into the air above her, confined for now by the last remaining parts of her suit still intact. Beneath her, Liquorice could feel her ass cheeks swelling, could feel the dusty ground beneath them. It was a whole series of sensations that only served to deepen the blush on her cheeks.
“I-” Liquorice realised she had no breath in her lungs to talk, and quickly gulped down a mouthful of air, “I don’t think I’m going to be going anywhere, any time soon.” She said. It took her a while to construct the sentence around cheeks that were too big, too wobbly, and a chest so large it pressed against her lungs.
“No, it doesn’t seem so.” Jiji agreed. “Not to worry, I’ve sent out a little distress beacon.”
A distress beacon was the last thing Liquorice needed - to be seen like this? An inflated blimp of a cow. But even if she wouldn’t admit it to Jiji, she could admit to herself that it was a good idea. And her only hope.
Still she felt herself swelling, only now Liquorice could do nothing about it but clutch at her stomach helplessly as it ballooned alongside the rest of her. Even that she did poorly as her inflation began to puff her arms up so much that they could do little but wiggle feebly at her sides. It felt like she had the contents of a whole pool inside her, wobbling and jiggling and sloshing around. Every inch of her stretched and sloshed and swelled. Groaning, wobbling and growing, Liquorice felt her hooves lift off of the ground, her own ankles so massively swollen that they had begun to fold around her feet. The more she saw of herself, the more of the pink tint of atmosphere she saw reflected in her own stomach.
“If the settlement wants their coolant,” Jiji’s voice sounded in Liquorice’s ear, “they had better get here soon. The coolant can still be extracted from your stomach fairly quickly, but the other liquid you’re being inflated with? That might take some time.”
“Jiji.” Liquorice’s jowls wobbled, mouth struggling against an unfamiliar amount of fat. “Jiji why didn’t my smartsuit notify me that it had been broken?”
There was a long silence in response, filled only with the sloshing noises from Liquorice’s body. The smart suit should have given an indication when it had been torn, if it had, Liquorice wouldn’t have left the ship until it was repaired. The only person who could have suppressed that notification would have been Jiji, who appeared to be having fun with the whole situation.
After a few more moments the AI’s voice chirped up again, “And who knows? If the extraction team doesn’t get here soon, you might have a bright future as a cargo container!”
Category Artwork (Digital) / Inflation
Species Donkey / Mule
Gender Female
Size 2000 x 1476px
Jenny i hope you know every time i look at this i spot another detail that i love, the creases as her hand is sucked in, the slow engulfment of her hooves, the little fuzz along her backside, the little tear at the bottom of her belly and the crease on her belly from where her suit is still holding on for dear life on her chest and her shape rounding out all over
it's all bloody perfect and you deserve to know it
it's all bloody perfect and you deserve to know it
Holy heck hun, that's such a kind comment to make. I'm honored and flattered and SO happy you like it so much
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