Monster House: Truth (Patreon)

Author's Note: Originally, I'd intended for Monster House to end with Part 5! A cold, stinger ending, tying the story back to all of the inspirations of horror. 

However... I'm also me. I get ideas while writing stories, and so often, I find a series hard to let go of! So much so that, when I finished Part 5, I just kept right on writing until I had this!

Monster House has been a storyline that's been a full year in production. I'm thrilled that so many people have enjoyed it, and am extremely pleased with this little bonus for an added ending. Maybe some people prefer the cold stinger, but for me, the best stories are the ones that are able to capitalize upon the tight bonds that these characters share.

The content of these two chapters is extremely risque, but to celebrate the anniversary, the holiday, and to bring the series to a full close, I'm giving them up for full access!

Anyways, regardless of if you prefer that ending or this, thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoy!

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Miia watched her friend’s chest rise and fall. Her face was massive, but… everything was… Her belly took up nearly half of the room, her bloated equine features up the entire back side. Her legs were scrawny, useless, and held up by her belly, and her arms slowly swayed on the sides, sucked up to the forearm inside her own body.

“It looks like we got here just in time…” Mero said. “We can do something… can’t we?”

Miia looked up at Centorea. The blonde knight, completely helpless. Her friend, a part of her knew. Her rival, another part whispered.

That part looked at Centorea’s fat face, immense figure, and useless arms and gave a snide smile. It was the same part of her that whispered to steal Darling into the night, and to bring him back to her tribe.

Miia hated that part.

It was something inside her that she struggled to face. Something too dark. Too… monstrous. It was the teenager that had accepted the job from her mother. A job that she knew she’d defy every day.

But she’d learned things back then. From her mother, from the temple, from the priestesses of Alice. And, in that part of Miia’s mind, inside of a sand-covered shrine, she remembered the tale, and remembered the sculpture.

Her rival, maybe, but Centorea was morethan just Miia’s friend.

From deep down, inside the wraps of her tail, Miia felt the gazer struggle. It made her angry, it made her hot, but Miia held the hot air in her blood and her lungs, and let it freeze into an ice.

She turned down to the gazer, slowly spinning her round to make her face her, and glared the shape directly in the glassy ruby eye.

“They warned me about you, you know. Before I came here. There’s even a statue inside of our old temple,” she leaned down. “I know the story. Do you?”

The gazer’s eye widened. She knew, obviously. She began trying to move, to thrash against Miia, but there was no room. Her hair was bound back, flattened against her own body, and it wouldn’t have worked anyways.

“Every culture has stories about why they hate snakes,” Miia said. She lifted herself from the gazer and began moving forwards, lifting herself onto Centorea’s wide stomach.

The blonde woman groaned, this one in pain. It was too much weight, Miia was too heavy, but she knew Centorea would be almost completely empty. It needed to be now.

“There are people who think snakes can hypnotize people,” she said, climbing higher, “by just gazing deeply into our eyes.”

She rose up, over the swell of the gut, over the roll of fat, and pressed forward between the cleavage that sagged to either side.

“But that’s not true, is it?” she asked. “That’s your doing. The Great Deceivers.”

Miia came up to Centorea’s exhausted face. She was having trouble breathing, whether through the weight or the pure exhaustion of spirit. Miia reached her and touched the flesh of her cheek, soft and as large as Mero’s whole belly.

“She stole your energy from you,” Miia whispered. “Magic. If there is such a thing. The priestesses said. I never understood that, or even really believed, but I remembered it. I’m glad that I did.”

Centorea’s unfocused blue eyes lifted to hers, and Miia tried a comforting smile.

“It’ll be okay.”

She turned back to the gazer, who was now trapped underneath the pressure of her tail and between Centorea’s breasts. Miia pulled her higher and higher, and she tried to speak.

The language was old, and to much of the world it was completely dead. But Miia felt the heat of the sands on her tongue as she whispered the words, and the gazer’s panic grew. She tried to lift Miia’s tail, to flex her magic and reveal her eyes, but Miia pulled her up to her body and glared into her center before turning the gazer to look onto Cerea.

“The gaze of your enemies will always be strong,” Miia said removing the tip of her tail from the gazer’s collarbone, “but the strength of your bite will always be greater.”

Exposing her fangs, Miia brought herself down onto the gazer’s neckline. The foul, black fluid exploded over the top of the girl’s gray skin, soaking Miia’s tongue and her nostrils with its putrid scent, but in only a second, it completely transformed.

Meat. Deep, hardly cooked, still bloody and fresh. The slime met Miia’s tongue and she sucked down onto it while, with her tail, she dipped the gazer’s eye forward and forced the thief to give everything back.

Miia felt the wet slop slide down her gullet and into her stomach, fresh and filling and so very lovely, but then the flavor changed, and became became something sublime.

It was his cooking. Darling’s breakfast, which he’d made so long ago. The bacon omelet, with plenty of eggs. Sausage on the side, cooked thoroughly, but so much more tasty. It was salted, cured, a purely human dish. Then there was steak, and chicken, and there were always fresh eggs. And then it changed again.

Centorea’s veggies and her special sliced fruits. They wouldn’t be tasty without all the flavoring, without the helpings of cheese or the drizzle soy sauce. Sweet, juicy fruits tumbled into Miia’s tummy, and while she knew the effect, she continued to drink.

It was all she could do to focus on herself. The sweet love of sugar, the savory salt. Vinegar for the pleasant mixes of sour, soy sauce and miso to bring out the best of each flavor. Human cooking was too good for Miia, and she’d found herself becoming obsessed. Her favorite times of the day had become mealtimes, where she’d gush and she’d blush and eat every bite.

It wasn’t long before she’d become spoiled, with her Darling waiting on her every day of the week. Five meals a day, she’d gained fifteen pounds in less than two months. And when Centorea came, things had been different, then Papi and Mero, Rachnera and Suu, but while not eating so much, Miia had felt herself growing each day.

She loved them. They were her sisters. And she’d be damned if she’d let a couple of pounds take away from that bond.

Her stomach had torn her dress at the waist, her hips too fat for her tiny panties. She could feel the breaks on the outer layer forming over her scales, and her bra had snapped off over ten pounds ago. But Miia kept drinking.

And, truth is, she enjoyed every drop.

While she knew that it’d happen, Miia barely even felt the growth of the gazer even though it was greater than hers, the spiritual back blast to return Centorea soul. It wasn’t just energy, Miia understood that now. The gazer didn’t eat food. It had been ripping Centorea’s soul from her body, feasting off of that power with each deepening bite.

That’s why she’d gone blind, almost rabid with hunger. She’d need to eat from the soul to restore her own sight.

But Centorea’s energy was returning now, an invisible breech without clear return. Beneath her tail, Miia could feel Centorea shrinking while the gazer grew bigger, but with the sensations overwhelming, Miia could not see for herself.

Trembles came through each of the women as the fat transferred throughout the line. The trembles grew weaker, while Miia and the gazer in turn grew bigger, exposed bellies jiggling with each added pound.

It wasn’t until Miia felt a hand on her face that she even paused, feeling her eyes sharpen.

Centorea stood before her, legs lifted to lay over the gazer’s great breasts. The gray-skinned monster had fallen down on her rear, thighs and her belly impossibly wide, while Miia still remained pinched around her cheeks and her neck.

But the blonde woman was fat. Not even a little, her belly and breasts both still were far too round, the flesh in her cheeks and chin still too tubby and fat. Her arms were covered with layers of blubber, making her look weak when she should look so strong.

But her blue eyes were bright and sparkling as she looked into Miia.

“It’s okay,” she was saying. “That’s enough. You’ve done enough.”

Tentatively, Miia unlatched her jaw from the neck of the gazer. Black spurts of the magical energy briefly leaked out of the wound, but them quickly closed over to become flay-gray skin.

Miia looked down at herself and frowned. “Oh, Goddess…” she reached down, hands hardly able to reach round the curve of her own swollen gut. “I look like a pastry.”

“I think you look delicious,” Centorea giggled, blushing bright.

“Yeah, well, you’re nuts,” Miia grumbled. She unwrapped her tail to find the breaks had formed, broken, and reformed again. She’d literally grown too fat for her scales, but the cursed energy had given them the strength to grow several times over.

She looked down, seeing her neck had bulked up enough to make her ‘birthday girl’ necklace look more like a choker, and let out a whine.

“Awe, dammit. I burst my belt!!”

Centorea snorted, shaking her head. “Come on. Miss Smith and the Mon-Squad should be here soon. They’ll take care of the gazer.”

“She still has some of your energy,” Miia frowned. “And Mero’s too. Rachnera… well, honestly,” she lifted a hand as if to whisper, “Rachnera’s always looked just a little bit chubby.”

The blonde woman’s laughter quivered her breasts, which made Miia smile almost as wide as her tummy. Together, they crawled of the mounds of blubber and fat, and left the obese groaning gazer without looking back.

“How do you think they’ll get her out of the house?” Centorea asked as they went towards the stairs.

“Not our problem,” Miia shrugged. “I’m more worried about how we’ll fit into ours…”

Centorea folded her arms across her stomach, eclipsing them each beneath her massive chest. “Well, first things first, we’ll need to talk about diets.”

“Ouuugggghhhh,” the scarlet lamia moaned as they came out into the fresh autumn air.

Rachnera and Mero were both waiting for them out on the steps, looking up expectantly.

“Can’t we just take a break for one night? It’s my birthday!” Miia shouted. “And I’m feeling hungry!”