ATHELIND AND LILIANA =IN= IF I'D'A KNOWN YOU WAS COMIN'... 29 July 2000 Athelind is a metallic, sunset-gold, anthropomorphic Storm Dragon. He stands about 7' tall, with a lean, wiry build. Right now, he's dressed in a blazing orange and green Hawaiian shirt, and tie-died "baggies". He gives you an amused, knowing smile. [ Athelind noticed you looking at him ] Carrying: Ball lightning(#164561) BUTTON: Stephen Hawking's not depressed -- why should YOU be?(#116413) Clone*Master 3000(#177492) WARNING: Strictly Monogamous -- and TAKEN!(#198490) Liliana is a young, half grown, female cat, about 16. She has bright green eyes, and light red fur, with white fur starting at her chin and running down to her belly. Her paws are also white from the ankles and wrists also. She's wearing a set of denim overalls, cut into shorts. Beneath that she is wearing a green tshirt. She isn't wearing any shoes. As usual, don't ask. [ Liliana noticed you looking at her ] Carrying: Miiko UpnRp ( Athelind & Liliana are Copyright (C) 2000 their respective players. And don't you forget it! ) ( You flash into existence in a vast factory filled with conveyor belts, giant vats, hoppers and other things packed chaotically in. ) Athelind looks around, licking his scaly lips. "Oh, my." His lean belly rumbles. ( All around you, conveyor belts pass by, loaded with all manners of pies, cakes, doughnuts, snack cakes, muffins, everything you can imagine, on their way to loaded bins. ) Liliana rubs her hands and looks around, "Okay, let's see, where to begin...." Athelind mmms and snags a donut as it passes. He munches idly. ( The whole system is controlled from a master control tower, which allows the user to custom configure the assembly line. "I'm going up there, hop on that stopped conveyor, and I'll get it started." ) Athelind hops onto the conveyor and sits down, leaning back with his arms behind him to prop himself up. You thrum, "Ready!" He eyes the machines nervously, but greedily, and licks his lips. "... I think." Liliana climbs up the ladder attached to the side of the tower into the control room. You see her appear in the window and start throwing switches. The lights spring on and the belt your on starts moving as she gives you a thumbs up. She talks through the loudspeaker, "Okay!" Athelind braces himself. The belt trundles along. Liliana hits some switches and you see the belt bend in front of you, carrying you onto a conveyor belt heading towards a large crowd of machines. You see the first nozzle coming near you, about 6 inches in diameter. (spoofed by Liliana) Athelind eeps and opens his long jaws wide. If he didn't have that dragon-sized muzzle, he'd be in trouble! His head tilts back, and he grips the conveyor eagerly. Liliana presses the 'start cycle' button and leans out to watch. You stop under the nozzle and hear a 'ptut!' sound. A dinner plate sized fluffy cake layer plops free. Athelind's jaws snap around it, and after a moment, he swallows it with a GULP. His throat pulses, and you watch the bulge travel all the way to his lean belly. ( The belt rumbles back on, approaching the next nozzle, which is dripping some sort of white goop. ) Athelind mmmms and opens wide again. ( You stop under the nozzle. You hear a gurgling noise, then vanilla cream starts to pour into your waiting mouth. ) Athelind guzzles greedily, gulping the gurgling goo into his greedy gullet! His Hawaiian shirt doesn't seem quite so loose-fitting anymore, though it's hard to tell. ( The vanilla flows into you, tasting sweet and smooth. It stops and the belt starts moving along again. ) ( The conveyor makes a turn, leading towards another 6 inch nozzle like the first. ) Athelind mmms, patting his belly, and gets ready... Liliana watches, adjusting controls. You come to a halt under this nozzle and with a 'kaptut' another cake layer drops, this one seeming denser than the first. "I thickened up the batter mix, figured you'd enjoy it better." says Liliana over the loudspeaker. Athelind mmmphgulps! and nods, licking his lips. His shirt is DEFINITELY not as loose now. Athelind says simply, "More!" and tilts his head back, jaws agape. Liliana nods and hits the stall button, setting the drop cycle to every 15 seconds. Another cake plops out, with another following behind it. "Let me know when you want to move to the next filling station." Athelind mmmphs and gulps and mmmphs and gulps and mmmphs and gulps and mmmphs and gulps and mmmphs and gulps. He waves a hand at you after a full minute, though at least one more cake drops into his maw before you can react. His shirt's starting to look a bit tight -- and his smile is evident even with his jaws gaping open. ( 12 cakes and counting... ) Liliana giggles shaking her head at the silly dragon. She cranks the knobs, moving you towards the next stop, chocolate filling. She parks you under the drop chute, and delicious choco filling pours down. Athelind's belly is DEFINITELY straining against his shirt now (four minutes before you finally pulled the lever -- that's 16 cakes in his belly! Well, 18 total...). He was looking a bit worried there, but now is cheerfully guzzling the thick, pudding-like chocolate filling. A couple of gallons of brown glop pour in before Liliana moves you on to the next one, another cake layer dispenser. (spoofed by Liliana) Athelind's buttons start to strain. His belly has a definite, pronounced bulge, and looks like it would be settling into his lap if his shirt weren't holding it back. He licks chocolate from his lips and braces himself. Cake tops start falling from the machine, plopping into your mouth in a steady rhythm. Liliana preps the next station, the top coat and toppings. (spoofed by Liliana) Athelind gulps and gulps and gulps, his shirt straining at seams and buttons. There's a loud SNAP that you can hear even over the machinery, as one button lets loose and smacks against the glass of the control booth. You're amazed to see a crack in the glass in front of you. Liliana eeks and ducks under the counter. She peeks up to see if it's clear. Satisfied, she returns to the controls, moving you to fillings. Athelind would groan, but his mouth is too busy, gulping down a dinner-plate- sized cake every fifteen seconds. He puts one hand on his belly, patting the shiny violet plates that appear where the button departed. ( 3 minutes... another 12 cakes!) ( A multi hole dispenser appears above you. It lowers down, stopping right above your mouth and starts to make a hissing noise as whatever it is that it dispenses starts working through the pipes. ) Athelind mmmms as he sees the filling nozzles coming up. He leans back -- though his belly still settles toward his lap -- and opens wide. ( Whipped cream explosively shoots from the hose, the pressure forcing it down your throat. After about half a minute, strawberry squirters on the sides start spraying, trying to write 'happy birthday' on the inside of you mouth. When that's down, a larger central hole dilates open, and cherrys start to shoot out, machine gun style. ) Athelind URKS! and gulps frantically, trying to keep up! His mouth fills with cherries, until the machine pauses for a moment. He closes his maw, and GULPS them all down in a dingle swallow. Another button lets go, zinging off somewhere into the dim recesses of the factory. (I do hope it doesn't damage anything important!) Liliana watches the button go sailing by, figuring it won't do anything bad (maybe, or perhaps I'm foreshadowing, MUHAHAHAHA!). She throws a few switches, changing the direction of the belt. She figures you wouldn't particular enjoy the 'bake' part of that ride. The belt deposits you one a small platform, attached to a crane arm. "How about something to drink to wash that down with?" Athelind nods, and hiccups. "I think I could use a little drink." He rubs his swollen belly, and groans a little. Liliana maneuvers the arm, carrying you high above the machinery. "Hmm...we got juices, soft drinks, milk shakes, what's your fancy?" Athelind mmmms. "I'm not much for sodas... I think a milk shake would go nicely with a belly full of cake." He rubs his belly, and another button quietly gives way, its threads parting and letting it PLOP quietly to the conveyor. This certainly is a belly FULL of cake. Liliana righty-os and swings you about over to the milkshake vats. There's chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, all attached to a center hopper that dispenses them into bottles that travel beneath the hopper. Liliana places you at the start of the line, the platform tipping to slide you onto the belt. You ride down towards the flexihose, busily filling the bottles ahead of you in line Athelind is struggling with the last button, but it's too tight for his fingers to easily undo. Finally, he just uses a claw to cut the threads. His shirt falls open and his belly settles into his lap. He sighs happily, and turns his attention to the milkshake hose. He lies back, his belly a violet dome above him, and makes sure his head is positioned correctly. He opens his jaws wide again. Liliana parks you under the shake machine. The hose snakes down, feeling around till it finds your mouth and jams itself firmly in, nearly down your throat! "Ready? Strawberry good?" Athelind mmphs, and makes an "OK" sign with his fingers. Liliana hits the button and shakes starts to pour down your throat, filling your belly up with strawberry goodness! The hose writhes in your mouth under the pressure. Distantly, you swear you hear ricocheting noises, almost like that first button still bouncing around. Athelind gulps and guzzles and gulps. You can see his round belly getting a little rounder as he guzzles the rich, creamy shake. Liliana decides to give you some of the other flavors too, she wouldn't want you to miss out on any thing. She pops the chocolate button now, the strawberry button coming loose. ( Meanwhile, in the other side of the factory, a stray button bounces about, landing in an auxiliary control room. It hits a serious of buttons, activating lights, turning knobs, depressing levers, before finally landing on a button labeled 'start'..... ) ( Ominous Music! Dun dun DUN! ) Athelind mmmmms, greedily gulping, his hands resting on the swelling curve of his belly as it gets rounder and fuller and tighter. He looks uncomfortable for a few moments, but, despite the quizzical look on his face, doesn't stop gulping down shake. His belly creaks and groans, and then, two of the shining violate plates separate, revealing a strip of pale, orange flesh. He visibly relaxes. Liliana figures enough of that, and goes for the vanilla button. Then she stops, looking at the three choices. "Hmmm.....I wonder....." She pushes down and holds all three, sending a triple strength, rainbow stream down into your tummy. Athelind blinkBLINKS, and then starts guzzling with a vengeance! ( At the other end of the factory, conveyor belts spring to life, vats starting mix cycles, and various dispensers whirring to action, depositing various combinations of pastries onto tracks, which all empty into a large vat, mixing with various custards and jellies. ) Liliana stops the shake machine, the hose retreating back up. You start back down the line, landing back onto a platform, which hoists you up to where Liliana sits. "How you feeling?" Athelind urps, and rubs his swollen belly. Another pair of plates has separated. He smiles. "Like I'm ready to be served for Thanksgiving." Liliana hehhehs, figuring you've had enough. She hits the controls to put you back on the ground. You start to lower, then with an abrupt jolt, start to swing in a new direction. Liliana looks at the controls, repeating the lower command, but being ignored..."What the hell? Routed to auxillary control room delta 9?" Athelind meeps? "Um... Lili?" Liliana frantically hits button, trying to regain control. You are swung to another end of the factory, being deposited on a moving conveyor belt with a unceremonious 'plop!' The belt is high above the ground, to high to jump. Ahead of you, you see it ends abruptly over the edge of a vat that has assorted treats falling into it. Athelind looks over the edge nervously. When he's in morphic form, he can't fly all that well... especially when he's stuffed to the gills like this. He looks at the vat and eeps. "LILI!" Liliana needs to buy a thesaurus. Liliana hears your cry, but can't see you anymore. She slides down the ladder, running in your direction. You reach the end of the belt, it moving to fast for you to scramble back. You fall over the edge, towards a massive tank of churning puddings. You land with a giant 'KASPLUT!' Athelind manages to wrap himself up in a cannonball before he hits -- a belly- flop on THIS belly wouldn't be ANY fun. Unfortunately, he winds up plowing several yards deep into the pudding because of it. He struggles his way to the surface, trying to keep his breath, inadvertently gulping huge mouthfuls of pudding as he fights his way to the surface. Liliana runs around looking for you. As you go up, you also bump into all sorts of pastries, cakes, muffins, cookies, just about everything this place makes. Athelind can't help sampling the treats that he finds on his way up, despite his predicament. In fact, he's practically eating his way to the surface. You can't see it, but his belly keeps swelling under the surface, and he's almost in danger of it dragging him back down. (Is that why they're called 'draggins'?) Athelind finally breaks the surface! He fights and struggles and gasps, trying to keep his head above water -- um, PUDDING -- despite the churning action of the vat's apparatus. Still, he's taking on a lot of pudding... and still can't seem to stop himself from snapping up the errant pastries that pass his way. ( You hear an ominous clunk resound through the vat, then feel something pulling you down. Apparently the vat is starting to empty. Being the heaviest thing in here, you naturally get dragged down the fastest. ) Athelind yipes? Athelind GLUBS as he's pulled under again! Athelind holds his breath, trying to swim his way to the top, but his groaning, straining belly is just too much weight and drag! Inexorably, he's pulled downward, toward the vat's vast drain... Liliana stops, ironically, right in front of the vat you are currently in, searching around for sign of you. You get pulled down by the current, and feel yourself being pulled down some sort of a flexible hose. Liliana turns around as the conveyor behind her starts moving, dispensing gloppy balls of random pudding covered confections. She sees on BIG bulge moving down the hose (that would be you). You feel your feet touch air as they come out the bottom, then your belly, which her eyes boink at. Ironically, after passing most of you, it's your head that gets caught in the hose, with the pressure of an entire vat of stuff pressing against your jaws! You whisper, "Athelind would just like to say two words: You're Good." to Liliana. Liliana whispers, "pats herself on the back and blushes, "thanks!" to you. Athelind glurks and panics as he feels the moving conveyor belt under his feet. Jogging frantically, his swollen belly bouncing up and down, he reaches up, scrabbling at the hose, trying to get his head free, but finally realizes that his only hope of survival is to open his jaws and give all these pudding-covered goodies some place to go. Athelind grips the end-ring of the hose tightly, and opens wide. The effect is immediate... his belly starts swelling like a balloon at the end of a garden hose, still bouncing as he jogs along. His throat doesn't even pulse -- there's just a continuous torrent of rich, heavy, fattening sweets, filling him up to what SHOULD be bursting. His belly-plates separate, all of them, and the stripes of pale orange flesh grow wider and wider, and every few steps, his belly bounces AGAINST the conveyor... and those steps are getting fewer and fewer. Liliana eeks as she sees gallons of assorted things go pouring into your belly, expanding it quickly!! She runs around looking for the stupid berserk control room. You feel massive lumps force themselves down your throat periodically, along with the easier to swallow puddings and smaller pastries. The one thing that Liliana is able to do is stop the conveyor belt, so at least you have a steady surface to stand on before she goes bolting off again. Liliana finds the control tower and scrambles up. She looks at the scrambled controls, trying to find the release button. Athelind can relax a little as the conveyor stops. The contents of the vat keep cascading into his belly, which hangs lower and lower, finally resting on the conveyor entirely, lightly at first, and then more heavily, its massive, swelling bulk pressing against the surface... Liliana looks through all the frantically blinking control lights, hitting buttons and levers seemingly at random. She looks down, watching you swell huge, hoping you won't pop! "Hold on Athelind! Almost got it!!!" Athelind's shirt is hanging in tattered shreds, and the elastic waist of his baggies has long since given up the fight. The seams of the pants have torn and given way, and the tatters hang around his knees. Luckily, he's a dragon, and doesn't really need clothing to preserve his modesty. Athelind's belly is IMMENSE. He leans against it to support himself as the contents of the vat gush into him. You realize that his legs are having to stretch to reach the conveyor... he's barely able to keep weight on his toes now... Liliana finally finds the proper controls and releases the hose ring. Your head pops free, but not a torrent of stuff pours on you freely from the multi ton storage tank.. Athelind GASPS, taking in huge gulps of air -- or trying to. His head's still in the stream of sweets and pudding, and he gets a few more good gulps in before he can finally catch a sputtering breath. Athelind's belly is more orange than violet now, the shining plates now isolated islands in a pale-orange sea... it's nearly as big across as he is tall.... Liliana sighs in relief. The tank finally drains, a few bits peetering out. You hear some sort of wierd noise above you though... Athelind looks up, with an "Oh no..." look worthy of Wile E. Coyote.... ( You hear 'squirkysquirky' above you and looking up you see....what the hell is that? you think with you mouth agape as suddenly the mother of all layer cakes comes out!! It's about a foot and a half around and taller than you and comes shooting down like a cannon ball, the weight of it sending it down you throat. ) Athelind GLURKS! as the cake vanishes into his belly, making it bulge even more. You hear a creaking sound, and realizes it's his drum-taut skin, trying to hold it all in. You whisper, "I repeat: You're GOOD." to Liliana. Liliana whispers, "Hehheh, thanks." to you. Liliana climbs out of the control room and slides down the ladder. She rushes over, "Are you okay!?!?" Athelind groans. He flops forward onto the swollen sphere of his belly, his feet no longer touching the conveyor belt. It takes him some effort, but he gasps, "I'm... tremendous." Liliana is relieved that you're in no danger and giggles. She pokes your belly, "What you need is a diet!" Athelind takes a few deep breaths, barely able to move. He's completely covered with pudding and cream fillings -- in fact, the conveyor belt and the factory floor are also covered, with several inches of the stuff. He hiccups, and, seeing a cream puff sitting on his belly, reflexively gobbles it up. He winces as his belly creaks, but then gives you a wink and a grin. "What I need... is SECONDS." THE END.