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Magic and science, despite being very different studies, are only able to coexist through the balance that the former can be quite powerful with instant results, but the latter uses a more stable process that can be relied on with far less of a possibility of unpredictable backfire.

Despite stemming from different origins, alchemy and chemistry are the most closely related. The major factor that separates the two practices is that chemistry has been thoroughly explained through decades of study, and an experiment can reliably reproduce the same result using the scientific method.

Alchemy, on the other hand, follows similar principles to chemistry, but involves substances of mythical or arcane nature whose concrete effects are quite hard to pin down. Both practices use a lot of trial and error, but without access to an obscenely large cache of knowledge, the main way of progression is an unstable guessing game, a description that will make most alchemists quite defensive and will likely cause them to void that coupon you planned on using.

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S’cuze Widdershins, kobold alchemist. There seemed to be a lot of those these days. Likely due to some kobolds developing a desire for self sufficiency combined with the risk taking nature a majority of them possessed due to short life expectancy. Whatever the reason, as long as they were able to persevere long enough to learn to craft concoctions that clients were willing to pay for, there was no shortage of demand for the faster, more prominent results that alchemy provided.

S’cuze didn’t look like anything too out of the ordinary. She was a kobold of what was considered average height, but still coming a few under 3 feet. The scales she wore were a cyan hue, adorned with streaks of gray akin to smoke that accentuated the light yellow bands running down her torso and abdomen. Not that much of that was visible at the moment, due to her current garb. A few days ago she ran out of the remainder of her essence of fire, a crucial ingredient for imbuing materials with heat-resistance and a tertiary component for countless other concoctions. Her usual supplier had not arrived yet this week, and S’cuze was not one to be comfortable with making clients wait longer than necessary. However she also knew that being in a hurry was no excuse for improperly prepared precautions when it came to harvesting some of the more “lively” reagents. Suited with thick-soled boots, a drysuit, wading bibs, rubber gloves, and a mask in hand, S’cuze was looking quite out of place for the climate, given there was no large body of water within a few miles of the town. But the kobold wasn’t planning for water. She shouldered her bag and trundled off towards the mountains, in search of a different sort of target: Slimes.

Everyone knows what sort of creatures slimes are. Translucent blobs of fluid that come in all sorts of shapes and sizes, and can adapt to inhabit almost any environment. Mostly living sedentary ‘lives’, if one could really call it that, they act as a sort of scavenger/decomposer for their respective biomes, be it scouring the floors of a dungeon or acting as a scourge to a farmer’s harvest. But a little trick that S’cuze had discovered in her pursuits, is that however the oozes’ process the material they absorb, much of their primary mass and even their core can work as a much more malleable substitute for an elemental essence, something that is primarily acquired from the center of larger, more dangerous elementals when defeated. For example, say a group of adventurers smash in a stone elemental, and among its debris they unearth its core, in this case probably looking like a swirling mass of ever-changing rocks and such. Then they go and sell this material to a merchant for a price adequate to the threat it posed, plus the size of their party that defeated it. Which ends up being rather high, but it’s an important component of the creation of many types of equipment and arcane gear. Meanwhile, slimes are much easier to find and deal with.

Not to say that slimes cannot also pose a threat as well. In order to harvest the essence, it must be extracted while the slime is still alive, more accurately due to how the sample won’t maintain its potency if the slime core had been damaged. S’cuze came across this discovery first-hand, which would explain why she has taken to such extreme levels of caution. Making double-triple sure that her outfit was watertight, save for a spot in the back for her tail where the hose ran along connecting to the air tank. But the kobold wasn’t versed in only chemical compounds; she had minored in Abjuration and had sewn in some runes that made the opening hermetically sealed.

S’cuze went over her checklist for the fourth time as she hiked, just to be sure. Suit secured. Backpack carrying packed lunch in case things take longer than usual or she gets lost somehow, also carrying appropriate signal mirrors, compass, and Civilian Arcane Beacon to act as a ping for any search-and-rescue divination scrying sensors.

The rest of her bag contained her harvesting tools specialized for liquid tasks in particular: several reinforced element-resistant glass jars and vials, heavy-duty syringes, a thermometer, waterproof field notebook, shovel, and some minor basic measuring instruments. Everything was in order.

The path slowly transitioned from a soft dirt-grass trail to a rougher texture, gravel studded in the ground as the trees thinned out. S’cuze pushed onward, now only accompanied by the hardy conifers that had securely rooted themselves among the cracked granite boulders, split by years of frost weathering. Soon the dirt faded away entirely and rock cairns became the only markers of there ever being a semblance of a path. This area used to be the site of an active volcano. Used to be. Apparently some group of adventurers faced off against a vicious flame dragon that resulted in the destruction in the crater, and the resulting lava flow helped with enriching the land on one side for agriculture. The nearby town used to be but a minor village, but after the loot and wealth brought in from the successful party and a subsequent crash and rebuilding of the local economy, it had grown to quite the thriving settlement.

Halting at a ridge, the cyan kobold paused to take a breath and observe the area. The terrain here was red, comprised of scoria and rhyolite rocks in various states of decomposition. This was a good spot. S’cuze carefully made her way down the uneven ground, spade in hand as she started methodically turning over shovelfuls of stones and grit every few meters. It didn’t take long to locate what she was after. One scoop of rock in particular responded with a wet squelch as the shovel dug into it, and removal left a trail of viscous orange goo in its wake. S’cuze stepped back expectantly as the gravel stirred, slowly sinking down as a mass of similarly colored orange-red goop replaced it, emerging from its resting spot as the slime oozed up to the surface to confront its assailant, towering at a little over four feet tall.

Except the kobold had already laid down her shovel and was now shuffling through her bag. Procuring the large syringe and a set of sealed beakers, S’cuze activated the final seal on her suit and turned the valve on her air tank before approaching to conduct the harvest. The slime seemed confused (or at least as confused as a expressionless blob can look) by her unhostile demeanor as the only bladed weapon-like object was the spade, which had already been set aside. The slime waited impassively to see what her next move was going to be, only to be met with the tip of the syringe getting unceremoniously plunged through its translucent membrane. S’cuze braced her boot against the edge on the syringe as she pulled back on the plunger, sucking up a full liter of goo before the slime came to the realization it did not care for the extraction of its fluid. As the alchemist turned to deposit the first sample into one of the large beakers, amorphous pseudopods extended from the slime as they snaked around her legs and hips, searching and prodding but unsuccessful at locating an entrance.

She continued with her work as the ooze extended more appendages to feel their way around her neck and chest. Despite her protective measures, S’cuze was smart enough to not let her guard down entirely, but the “attention” she was receiving made it somewhat challenging to stay on the task at hand.

Just. Keep. Focused.

She repeated this mantra in her head as she stuck the syringe into the blob for the third time now, concentrating so hard that she didn’t even notice that half the pseudopods had already retreated by now.

That was, until the flow of oxygen in her mask was replaced by a thick stream of goop.

“Mmmphf?!” She sputtered, trying not to choke as the kobold inadvertently began swallowing to get the blockage out of the way. Instead, she was only met with more slime.

How did this happen? S’cuze’s thoughts raced through her mind. I was sure that every possible entrance was sealed! Whipping her head around, her eyes went wide as she saw that the large slime had detached her air hose, that which was now submerged deep within its body!

Thinking fast, S’cuze grabbed the hose by the middle and bent it, kinking it shut with both hands. This only resulted in the slime reacting by redirecting the remaining ooze within to conglomerate in the front section of the hose, easily bursting it near her mask! S’cuze tried to back away, but the pseudopods around her ankles were prepared for that, slithering around her thighs and lifting her into the air as she struggled in its gooey grasp. The slime took no time quickly lowering the kobold down into its main body, all the way up to her hips. Feeling the legs of her bibs press against her own from the submerging, she found herself barely able to move her lower body in the gelatinous form of her captor.

Raising another goopy tendril, the slime plunged it into the remnants of the hose over the mask, resuming its mission. S’cuze tried to block its passage with a gloved hand, but the persistent sludge flowed through her fingers, and once again she felt her mouth fill, forcing her to swallow. It tasted stale, like dry dirt taken liquid form. Not only that but it was really warm, not enough to be uncomfortable, maybe a bit relaxing, but it definitely heated up her body as she felt it travel down her throat and collect within her stomach. Only as she moved her hands down to her abdomen to feel the warmth did she realize her mistake, as without resistance, the ooze rocketed down the hapless kobold’s esophagus with incredible agility. S’cuze felt her stomach churn as it first began feeling really full, then started pressing back against her palms. The balmy goop caused the cyan kobold to briefly shudder in pleasure, the warm sensation sweeping throughout her body and shunting the reality of her current situation out of her head, replacing it with a more agreeable, fuzzy feeling. Leaning back and rhythmically gulping down helping after helping of slime, the fabrics of her drysuit stretched as her belly steadily increased in size, soon spilling over her waistline and resting against the outer membrane of the slime as it reached a hefty twelve inches across, its contents gurgling and sloshing within, with even more on the way…

S’cuze was in heaven. Whatever effect the slime had on her body, it felt similar to some kind of psychoactive chemical. That, paired with the cozy warmth and a wonderful fullness that has its full grasp on her mind, the only thing that could ever interrupt this would be-

SNAP

The loud noise jerked the dizzy kobold back to reality. Looking around for the source of the intrusive sound, S’cuze was greeted by nothing else but her distended pale yellow scales and- wait, scales?

Only now did she realize how huge her gut had gotten. Now at what must be at least two feet in diameter, her yellow banded belly hung loose from the confines of her drysuit, the front of which now lay in tatters on the ground. Which meant…

The slime had another avenue in.

Tendrils caressed her tumescent abdomen, moving around its circumference and slithering through the opening in her garb. S’cuze felt her heartbeat quicken as the intruders slid over her scales, their forms akin to snakes burrowing under a rubber sheet as they explored her body in areas they were previously prohibited from entering. Two made their way upward and fondled her modest chest, curling around each breast like slippery vines as a third made its way up her neck, stroking the underside of her throat and chin before pulling the entirety of the mask off altogether and exposing the kobold’s blushing cyan face to the open air. A brief pause followed as even the slime let up on its pace, as if waiting to see how its captive would react.

S’cuze took the opportunity to grab her jaw with both hands and clamp it shut, forbidding access from her mouth.

The slime did not agree with this decision. Pseudopods wrapped around her middle and forcibly repositioned its uncooperative captive to lie prone upon the gelatinous mound, her stomach sinking into it as waves of ooze flooded into her shredded suit. S’cuze shivered despite the heat as the sludge surged into her clothes, pouring into her waders’ legs and boots, swirling around her toes and thighs. It overflowed her bottom half, searching every nook and cranny until… it found what it was looking for.

The kobold gasped as she felt the superabundance of goop rush into her rear end in a powerful torrent. Warmth swept through her bowels as the slime seemed determined to punish S’cuze for the unconsentual extraction of its fluids… by stuffing her with as much of it as possible. The overbearing titillation of the ooze-induced inflation as her belly swelled with renewed vigor was too much… S’cuze felt her muscles weaken as her hands slipped away from her mouth, letting out a soft moan. Which was all the slime needed.

At the ready, the tendril near her head deftly flew into position, diving down her throat and growing in size as her oral feeding began once more. Too tired at this point, S’cuze felt her body submit as she accepted defeat and allowed her opponent to continue uninhibited in its victory. Feeling the majority of her anxiety slip away she let herself relax, focusing only on the sensual experience.

Glup, glup, glorp…

Her abdomen swelled at a slower pace now, as if the orange ooze was relishing its triumph and taking its time. Still, S’cuze grew heavier by the minute as her scales parted from beneath her fingers, exposing skin underneath which had begun to bear the hue of her captivator. Nearby tertiary pseudopods apparently clocked this development as they slithered over like curious eels, gently prodding and caressing the sensitive flesh. The restrained kobold inhaled sharply at the sensation, toes curling and tail stiffening at the audaciousness of it, as if her current situation wasn’t embarrassing and invasive enough already! However, the viscous substance paired with the innate warmth of the slime did feel really good. This would make for an excellent massage gel, she mentally noted, allowing herself a grin before her attention was promptly drawn to a new feeling, this one coarse and hard.

Opening her eyes, S’cuze saw something she hadn’t expected to set foot on for a long while- the ground! Or more accurately, it was her distended midsection that rested upon it as the alchemist craned her neck to get an update on the slime situation. Why did it set me down? Is it letting me go or… oh, that’s why. The slime had no intention of releasing its captive early, it had just… run out of volume. Patches of orange goop clung to her sides, but this time it was not to restrain but to maintain a foothold. The tendrils had noticeably shrunk, with few remaining other than the one adhered to her mouth. A few gulps later and the remnants had completed their journey, now residing securely in the belly of quite the embiggened kobold.

Exhausted from the ordeal, S’cuze’s tail fell with a solid whump! as it laid to rest against her taut hide. She was simply enormous now, in both size and weight, compared to just an hour ago. Even with the previous liters of substance she had been able to extract and store, the slime still managed to make her belly measure in at over three feet in diameter alone, almost akin to an orb were it not for the restlessness of the unwelcome guest within causing her to bob and sway in place as she struggled to keep her balance.

S’cuze sighed in fatigue and embarrassment as her mask hung limply from her neck. “Of course I would still mess this up,” she muttered, blaming herself despite the ingenuity of her adversary. She rested her head in her hands, only for her elbows to sink into her swollen gut, briefly agitating the slime once more as it pressed against her insides, her scales bulging out in response. And it looks like I’m going to be here for a while so… Doing her best to ignore her occupant, S’cuze tried to get somewhat comfortable, laying her head in her crossed arms against her soft, scaled abdomen. With the warm afternoon sun shining on the remnants of the drysuit on her back, it didn’t take long for the immobile kobold to drift off to sleep.

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The sun was already hanging low in the sky when the alchemist stirred from her slimy slumber. S’cuze’s cyan scales wore a darker shade from the early evening light as she yawned and stretched her limbs… and was pleasantly surprised to find out she could reach the ground! Beginning to stand up, the kobold almost fell forward once again as she realized that while her body seemed to have processed most of the slime by then, there was still a lot in total. And it seemed to have quite the staying power in some regards, as she explored the heft of her new mass. Huge, soft rolls of fat rested neatly atop one another, spilling over her waistline as they hung awfully close to the ground. No longer a massive blob bigger than she was, her gut had still easily outgrown any of her regular clothing back at her place, and appeared close to having a future conflict with the door frame itself.

Not just her belly felt the effects of her gelatinous stuffing. Now there was just… more kobold overall to go around! S’cuze’s short but stout hips and thighs had widened considerably, crushing any hopes of pulling up her wading bibs for the hike back while simultaneously adding much needed built-in cushioning. Her tail felt meatier yet more plush than ever before, but there were definitely some clumsy accidents prone to happen in its future, at least until S’cuze was able to lose some weight or learn to maneuver better. After completing her assessment of the current state of her body, the now mostly bare kobold (save for the boots and remainder of the drysuit) wasted no time stowing away what she could in her pack and starting the trip back before it got too dark. Plodding down the trail, S’cuze glanced at her tattered and now too-small clothing, then firmly grasped two handfuls of flab and hefted what she could of her new gut before sighing.”Well on the bright side,” she said to no one in particular, “I got all the samples I needed… and more.”

The leftover slime in her stomach gurgled loudly in agreement.