The Cube had just landed on an alien planet, one covered in dense greenery. The planet was quiet, with no signs of life on it, and it seemed to be the perfect place to set up something, perhaps a bar or some sort of park. As the commander stepped outside to look around and decide what to do with the place, he found that the planet had an incredibly overwhelmingly comforting and crisp scent, similar to that of honeysuckle. And yet, to his surprise, when he smelled the trees themselves, they had a bitingly bitter scent. 


        “Wait here’” Commander Beefy instructed the rest of his crew, “I think this planet may have something valuable on it.” Although the rest of the beefies expressed some concern over him going alone, he continued on, deeper and deeper into the forest, until he found the source of the comforting smell. 


        In the middle of a clearing lay some sort of pool of a gelatinous, dark blue substance. He picked some of it up, getting a good whiff of it, part of him wondering if, perhaps, he found more, if they would be something he could sell, perhaps as some sort of scented gel. Before he could fully process that thought, however, he noticed the squishy substance rolling around and moving in his hands, revealing two black dots somewhere inside of the gel, which he could only assume were primitive eyes, similar to those of a snail. Surprised, he let out a light squeak and almost dropped the creature, but instead of falling to the ground, it stretched and latched itself onto him. 


        Panicked, Commander Beefy tried to pry the creature off of him, with little success, the slime climbed all the way up his body until it reached his chest, where it stretched out and looked him in the face with its beady eyes. He was scared of what the beast might do, but to his surprise the look it gave him didn’t seem to be hostile, in fact the creature seemed quite content. It let out some sort of purring sound as it got closer and closer to his face. The commander was about to say something to address the strange alien, but as soon as he opened his mouth it seemed as though the slime had found what it was looking for. 


        The creature forced its way into Commander Beefy’s mouth, much to his surprise. He tried to gasp, but his mouth was too full for any noise to come out. He panicked more upon realising that it wasn’t just the small bit of slime he had picked up that was forcing its way into him, but rather the entire rest of the pool of slime had begun to attach itself to him as well. 


        Oddly enough though, after only a short time he found himself feeling rather relaxed about the situation. He wasn’t sure if it was the smell, or the wonderfully sweet and chocolatey taste of the slime, but eventually he gave up resisting and let the slime do… whatever it was that it was doing. He felt lightheaded, like he wasn’t all there, his brain full of a fuzzy and pleasant, blissful feeling. Even when all the slime had forced itself deep into him, he didn’t fight back, instead he just sat down, feeling rather giddy. 


The slime had settled itself into his stomach, his bloated belly sticking out like a sore thumb against his thin figure. The sheer mass of the slime weighed him down, rendering him unable to move. He felt a little sick, but found himself unable to move or do much of anything really, the slime keeping him docile. Soon he felt himself slipping out of consciousness.


When he came to, he was back on his ship, the other beefies surrounding him, looking riddled with worry. “What… what happened?” he asked, his memory of the events that had happened prior being fuzzy at best. The other beefies looked at each other, looking both relieved that he had woken up, but unsure of how to answer his question. “Well sir…” one of the beefies coughed awkwardly, “we waited for you to come back for a few days, and you didn’t, so we came looking for you.” 


“A few… days?” the commander asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “What… what was I doing?” “We… have no idea,” one of the beefies said, holding a mirror, before handing it to the commander. Commander Beefy stared at the mirror, eyes wide as the other beefy explained more. “We found you in an open field, passed out on your back like this, with bits of some sort of blue substance around you.” 


He huffed at his own reflection, his face reddening as he remembered what had happened. He didn’t even feel full anymore, but his stomach still looked engorged and awkward on his body. He felt awkward doing it in front of the others, but he felt over his gut, finding that it was indeed, not full, in fact, it felt cuddly, it seemed as though his body had completely ingested the slime, and converted it all into belly fat. “I.. oh dear-” he stuttered, face still red as a tomato. 


“It’s not so bad, boss,” one of the beefies spoke. “We did a scan of you and you seem to be fine, there doesn’t appear to be anything wrong with you, you just ate something weird, but it seems like it’s gone now, and won’t have any lasting effects.” “You’ve just… got to deal with this,” the beefy said, patting the commander's belly. “Yeah-” Commander Beefy agreed, before he suddenly felt a thought that wasn’t his own amass in his brain. 


“No.”


“No?” he vocalized, confused, the other beefies looking at him with a bit of concern. “Nobody said no,” one of them piped up, “sir are you ok?” “I’m…” he was about to say he was ok, but just then his stomach made an incredibly ominous rumble, causing him to hunch over slightly. He sputtered, his stomach growling louder and louder, it hurt, the voice in his head began to speak more. 

        “Hungry.” 


The commander huffed, clutching his stomach, mouth wide open and drooling, mind unable to properly focus. The other beefies quickly rushed to his side to see if they could help. “S-sir? What’s wrong?” they asked with concern. The commander winced, breathing heavily, when he opened his eyes they looked glazed over, swirling oddly with a pattern of red and blue. 


“Hungry…” was the only word that escaped his mouth, the drool from his maw beginning to drip and pool onto the floor. 


Quickly, the other beefies rushed to get him something to eat, finding that they didn’t have much on the ship, they quickly drove off the planet and to somewhere where they could purchase some food. While waiting for the others to return, one beefy sat by the commander and comforted him. Through ragged breaths he tried to explain to the other one as best he could what happened with the slime. The other, curious about the situation, tried to pull up if they had any data on a creature of that type, of which they could find nothing. 


The other beefies came back with as much food as they could carry, assuming that they could use some more food on the ship anyway. They placed everything they gathered in front of him and he almost gave the food a sort of crazed look, despite how tired he seemed as soon as the food was placed in front of him, he started to grab anything he could and force it down his throat as fast and violently as he could, as if he was under some sort of spell. 


All in all, he managed to down four whole potatoes and sausages, six boxes of rice and pasta, eight slices of bread, two packs of lunch meat, seven pieces of bacon, five hot dogs, and one box of cereal. When his mind stopped being so frenzied, he regained full consciousness, his eyes going back to normal. He immediately started to apologize for his actions, having no idea what came over him, explaining that something else was controlling his bodily actions. He politely asked the other beefy he had told about the slime to explain what happened to the others while he winced, feeling in pain for an entirely different reason now. 


His stomach was full to the brim, having no space left in it to eat any more. It was incredibly swollen and tight, pinning him down and leaving him unable to sit straight. He was only able to breathe in small huffs, bigger breaths causing too much pressure against his body. After the one beefy was done explaining, the others quickly came to the commander’s aid, feeling a bit sympathetic for him. 


Commander Beefy felt very flustered about all of his workers rubbing his tummy, it felt good, and definitely eased the pain, but it felt very personal and embarrassing to be so vulnerable. He let out a few sickly, wet burps every now and again, apologizing profusely after each one. The others didn’t understand why it was such a big deal, in fact, they found it sort of cute. Eventually with their help, he was able to stand, although he had to move slowly so as to not jostle all the food in him. They took him to his office and sat him in his chair, a few going off to continue work while the others checked on Beefy to make sure he was alright. 


The air for the next few hours was mostly full of the gurgles, glorps, and squelches bubbling from the commander’s engorged middle, along with the occasional moan or complaint. The next few weeks didn’t go much better either, as soon as his stomach emptied again, the slime would take over the commander’s body again, forcing him to eat anything and everything that he could get his hands on. Not only that, it seemed the slime specifically went after the most fattening foods available. Smoothies, fruit juices, the butteriest coffee possible, all were quickly gulped down. The slime would pick out the chocolatiest cookies, and, if it could get its hands on them, swallow down at least nine protein shakes a day. 


Every day it went like this, the slime filling the commander with unbelievable amounts of delicious food, and every day the commander witnessing firsthand what effect the sudden intake was having on his body. His tummy just kept growing softer and doughier, along with his hips, legs, arms, and cheeks. He felt so heavy now, he kind of liked it, although he wasn’t crazy about the way it was happening, at least, when the slime wasn’t in control. 


“I think that’s enough, don’t you?” the slime suddenly spoke up in his mind, much to his surprise. “This should be more than enough for me to feed upon for a while,” as the slime spoke, the commander oddly felt… lighter. When he looked down, he noticed that he no longer had the heavy body type all the snacking had given him, but rather it had all gone away, and he looked exactly like he had before he even met the slime. 


“What… what did you do?” the commander asked, very confused by what had just happened. “Is it not obvious?” the slime quipped, mocking him a bit. “All the food you ate wasn’t for you, it was for me.” The commander cocked his head a bit, still having a lot of questions. 

        “You see, my species needs a host in order to grow,” the slime explained. “When we first enter our host, we need a lot of food in order to properly bind to our host and have enough energy. Now that you have consumed the proper amount of food, we are binded and I no longer need sustenance, I will now simply live inside you until you either perish or decide you do not want me anymore.” 


“So that’s it? I just go back to normal with the exception of a slime living in my mind?” the commander asked, slightly relieved but also finding this whole ordeal a bit redundant. “I can do more than that,” the slime replied, sounding a bit insulted by the question. “For instance…” Within a moment, Beefy’s body ballooned back out to the size it was after all the slime’s binges. He squeaked, surprised by this. “Anything you’ve eaten gets absorbed into me now, I can add the weight back or subtract it from your body at any time I please,” the slime stated bluntly. 


“I can also do this,” the slime said, Beefy’s mouth instantly being filled with the chocolatey taste of the slime from before, and the air around him having the same honeysuckle scent he had smelled previously. His head started to feel fuzzy, and his eyes started to swirl with the odd pattern they had before, and he began to feel hungry and lazy, although he quickly shook the feeling off, the slime having made its point. 


“Yeah, I’m not doing that again,” the commander said, not feeling in the mood for the slime to go on a feeding frenzy again. “Although… I think I’ll keep the weight, it’s starting to grow on me,” he said, trying not to seem too enthusiastic about it. “Understood,” the slime said, taking away the hunger, “although… you know you do not have to hold back on me, I can read every thought  you are thinking.” The commander blushed a bit, embarrassed about such a fact, although also glad that the slime would know what he wanted. 


“Go ahead, you can eat this time.”

        “Huh?”

        “I know you want to eat,” the slime teased. “I know you like the feeling no matter how much you complain and whine. You like getting fatter.” 


The commander gulped, knowing that the slime was onto him. It was so much easier when the slime was doing it, since he could use the excuse that it wasn’t his own actions, but giving into his own secret desire for gluttony was another thing entirely. 


“I can try-” he reluctantly agreed, fidgeting a bit. “No need to be shy,” the slime stated, releasing the same fuzzy feeling into his brain to ease his nerves. With that, the commander searched the ship for food that he wanted to eat. After he collected everything he wanted, he walked back to his office, wanting to eat alone, so as to not disturb his workers. 


First, he picked up one of the wheels of cheese he had, biting straight into it and finishing it in a few bites, and finishing a second one in a similar manner. He licked his fingers clean, the sweet taste making him shiver slightly in delight. After that, he grabbed an entire 2 gallon jug of tea, placing it against his lips and attempting to chug it as fast as he could. By the time he finished, his stomach was growling loudly, complaining, but the commander didn’t want to stop, this was something he always wanted to try, and he didn’t feel like giving up so easily.


The last thing he brought to eat was a giant parfait. He didn’t bother using a spoon, instead opting to just grab handfuls of the sweet treat and swallow them down. By the time he finished, he felt like he was at his limit, although he knew for a fact that the slime was able to eat way more using his body than he was comfortable eating on his own. 


The commander leaned back, gently kneading his belly, a faint grin showing up on his face. Over time, the grin grew, until he couldn’t hold back anymore and began to giggle. He felt both silly and proud about his actions, thanking the slime for its encouragement since he wouldn’t have been able to do this without their push. After that, he decided to take a well deserved nap. 


The next day, his body was even heavier, as expected, although his body was a lot more evened out now, everything being covered in a nice layer of fat, perhaps more than one layer. He couldn’t hold in his curiosity any more, he had to know exactly how much he had let himself go, so he pulled out a scale from under his desk and turned it on. His eyes widened in surprise as he read the scale, which had a very prominently displayed “588” on the screen. It made him giddy, and smiled happily. 


“Careful, you don’t want to fly too close to the sun now,” the slime spoke, alerting the commander to its presence again, which he still wasn’t completely used to. The commander simply laughed, “I mean, like you said, all this food is for you, if anything, you’re the one who should be concerned!” The slime snickered along with him, knowing that neither of their actions would have lasting consequences if they so choose. 


Later in the afternoon, Commander Beefy sat in his chair, hearing it creak and groan slightly under all the pressure pressing against it. He groaned slightly, having once again stuffed himself full of food on his own. He belched crudely, trying to massage the discomfort away, all the while the only thing being on his mind was what he would eat tomorrow. 


Suddenly, something in his chair snapped, and he clumsily tumbled onto the floor, he giggled a bit as his situation while stuck on his back and politely asked the slime to reabsorb some of the weight so he could get up easier. He lifted himself up, his somewhat constantly changing body type throwing off his balance. He huffed a bit, thinking that perhaps he should slow down from now on, so as to not break anything else. 


“On second thought… I think this is enough for now,” he muttered to himself.