Digestive Cure for Melancholy


Written by Septia.


Uroxo let out a soft vent exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide, sprawled out on the damp mattress. Squirming in place to the grind and chugs of winding gears as she shuffled her upper body off of the pliant surface and onto the floor, leaning with her gullet potbelly hoisted up in the air across the transitionary point of bed and floor -Chhgrllpgghsh- the polymer surface bound and warped in her shifts, with a curling slopping from the material plugging her insides. The stomach sloped into a vague incline, the moon-gray polymer warped to the guise of a step on a staircase, leading up somewhere distant she could not hope to reach for. 
	“Phee…” she exhaled again. Glancing up towards the peak of her gut, oscillating in a soft hum as the weighty bulk processed the gunk slopped up inside. Her lips constricted to a line. She barely bothered to move as her stomach started rattling -Chhrlgbgbsk-. With a churn of parching strawberry jam through a straw she felt the gut deflating, and a viscous substance advancing up her intake-canal, a shudder through which she felt her neck swell, bloating outwards like a crash cushion sluggish, till the slop had reached her cheeks, silicon weave bulbing as she felt it put pressure against her lips. 
	“Mmrghs…” She mumbled. Though shortly relenting and letting her lips pry open, A crinkle of rattled gelatin reverberated from her lips, a chartreuse bubbles spanned across her lips, inflating as she let her jaw slack, the bubble inflating, burbling as a creamy gel boiled up in the expanding sphere, swelling up a hand from her mouth, then taller, stretching half an arm length above her face, the bubble filling up further and further in the surface of slime, with the brewing broils of a submerged witch's cauldron -Bbrrbbg-bbChhgrlgsb-BGbrlrpsulp- Until the yellowed lime slop reached to the top outpaced the swell of the bubble, reaching the top, and the bloat rapidly deflating, contracting inwards to sculpt the gel into appendages, arms stretching out and the top forming a head with a smatter of tendrils trailing down as the sides of her scalp. The figure formed a maw with a deep inhale. 
	“Hooaaaaoorpp, Phaa, hookay,” the slime extending up from the synthetic maw announced, “something is clearly up, and I'm not about to stew your gut any further before you start spillin' Uroxo, so what's up?” The slime asked with her arms forming fists just to have them settle on newly formed hips. 
	Uroxo rolled her oculars, maw warped open along the stream of slime flowing up and sinking down in the hull of the slime in the dewdrops of lava lamps. A hatch opened on her shoulder, and a speaker protruded up through the opened hatch. A crackle unguarded a synthesized voice. “I Am Fine.”
	“You know, for a golem you are real good at lying, you know that?” 
	A sigh sparked through the speaker. “It is nothing I can diagnose.”
	“I thought you knew everything about yourself, cant you just do one of those fragging things?” 
	“… Are You Suggesting I Defragmentise?” 
	“Yeah yeah call it whatever you want, you aren't usually the lifeform I associate with getting all... 'emotional'.” The slime expressed with her hands forming into a massive pair of fingers with which to airquote. 
	Uroxo looked away. “It is unorthodox to have one's Digestive Formula provide advice. Furthermore, the designated time would exceed parameters of personal comfort, with reserves locked in processing.”
	“Locked in, ooooh yeah you got that full gut still, but I ain't melting down what you got in there until we get your mood past that of the lifeless husk you say you are.” 
	“According to my analysis, there exists the concept of emotions which are not easily swayed, and with no clear understanding for why they affect the consciousness.”
	“So you have one of those now?”
	“… Data remains inconclusive regarding this subject.” 
	“There you go again, you can show more emotion than that,” the slime said and clasped her hands over Uroxo's cheeks, kneading and tugging at the still slime filled face sacks. If it is effecting you this much, then you aren't immune of emotions, so let's work on them, get you out of that rut, get your circuits shooting off, ‘ey?” they said with a pat to the synthetic's face. 
	-Ghbrbgglslah- A stammering of fluids displaced down the filled gut, as the abdomen sucked inwards, bulk displaced up towards the throat, engorging the gullet in a broad dome of tensed, sleek polymer before the maw contorted wider around the mass of slime jutting out of it, a deeper shadow swimming its way up through the stream, projected up through Eustress's slimy interior, and finally breaking through the surface with a crinkle of cleaving a pudding in twain -Glllrrghtshcht-. “Eustress…” Uroxo mumbled. 
	A face of gellated edible rubber waded its way through the slime, hanging out its purple face from the gradually stirring shift and internal streams of Eustress. “As my client's sugary snack I would request to interject that it is my greatest desire for my consumer to find me satisfying both mentally, and emotionally, much less nutritionally. And, I advise that if you have found any defect in your divvy brand: gummy individual inproduct, you ship me back for reclamation and a complimentary-.” 
	Eustress stuffed her palms over the gummy individual’s maw, wrapping and silencing them whilst her arms elongated in tracks of slime that cocooned around the gumm divvy's head. “Shhhh… we ain't asking for a customer satisfaction, shhsh, you just head right back down into the sourpuss-bot's tum, and I'll melt you up good and goopy for her, alright? Cutie?” Eustress mused as her she re-engulfed the gummy in the swathe of her digestive folds. The distinctive lime yellowed warping back over the purple hue with a soft grind and smatter of dipping your hands in fresh, moist cookie batter -Fhrrgllsptshah-. The purple hue melding into the yellow to stream in swirls of a neutral umber, as the berry-jelly divvy shuddered with bubbles of displaced air trailing up through Eustress as their forms lid down. Broadening down Eustress's frame in a large bloat, which Eustress danced and gyrated her belly around like a sensual belly dancer to widen Uroxo's maw enough for it to engulf the candy bloat. -Gllruungnsh-. The bulge massaged down Uroxo's neck, siphoning the grand bulwark of wriggling, self stirring sugar down the pipes to jostle into her stomach with a bounce of a taut wound drum -BBwwgnnnngs- -Bbwhhnghhs-. Stomach jostling to and fro as Eustress kept swinging what would be her hips down in Uroxo's gullet. “Ooh yeah, work you all the way back down, bit o’ sugar could do well to fuel this sourbot hmmm?” she said with a snicker. 
	Uroxo didn't give much in terms of response. 
	Eustress grimaced and shuffled her way deeper down the robot; swelling her slimy hips inside her throat to let it swell with a thick pair of booty-domes, jiggling and sagging hither and dither over Uroxo's inflated neck. “You can be a sourpuss if you want, but I'm gonna be dancing salsa down your throat until you take me seriously.” 
	After a while, she did respond. “It is usually beyond the jurisdiction of stomach acids to affect their system's mood.” 
	“Pssh, someone's never had an acid reflux.” Eustress mused and leaned down back over Uroxo's face. “Instead you get a sweet and giddy reflux.” 
	Uroxo looked away, slumped down form the mattress in the run down apartment, a low hum of static wafting through her vocal apparatus. 
	Eustress sighed. “Hmm, didn't wanna give you a kick in the butt like this, remember that.” She sloughed the faux cheeks back down the woman's neck, focusing the digestive juices to process what the hunk of candy jammed into the mechanical gutters. -Ghhrbgllgpsh- the stomach working down, as a rush of acids burbled and brewed in causing a putter of soda and sludge working its way through the abdomen. The slime's acidic functions breaking down the hunk of sweetened gelatine. The internal pumps picking up the flow, yet, Eustress only let it deliver to a few valves. The stomach compressing, the dilated polymer morphed together, constricting and deflating to a stodgy lump dressing down the bot's frame. More of the liquid sugar pouring solution up through the streams, pumping straight into the artificial cortex. 
	Uroxo shuddered, feeling energy pool through her mind, until her oculars opened fully, glaring up at the roof, an, shifting into a seated pose with the slime woman hanging down over her jaw.
	“Ooo-. Oooh…”
	“How do you feel, poppet?” 
	Eustress mused. 
	“I experience… the same ennui as prior, with a boosted influence of raw, undirected drive.” 
	“That's my girl…,” Eustress said and patted the bot's cheek. “How about you get yourself a nice, big ol’ bowl of ice cream, heck, you've got enough in that account of credits to get a two scooper of an ice cream divvy hmm? And we'll have girl time, hogging you full of cream till you can't move and drown that sadness in milky sugars?” 
	Uroxo twitched, oculars partially covered, light dimming to a dusky glow, her lips warped in a slack, sodden smile. 
	“A-… affirmative…”
	“That's my girl, gobble me up the rest of the way now, let me finish churning that gummy spat,” she said. 
	Uroxo nodded, and tilted her head back, lips suckling up the frame of the slime, warping and rolling down in a manner that swelled through her cheeks and locomotioned down her throat in a train of globules, sinking back to fill up her stack -Cllgmpghs-, -Gllpllrrtch-. 
	As she vanished past the lips, Eustress smirked and chuckled. “Guess that lil' chatterbox was good for something, blackcurrant divvys always end up so concerned and self-conscious.” They snickered as they sank back to their round home in a guttural contraction of lubricated polymer -Ggflloommpgth-.