Full Res and Sketch: The Patchwork Beast

A bit of a spooky/creepy concept I came up with a while back that I thought would make for a good Halloween story! This is my first fetishy story, so I hope you guys enjoy! Feel free to give me some feedback before I share this publicly as well, I would greatly appreciate it!

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10/21/2022 - Added some additional descriptors to spice up the initial dialogue and help it flow better

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Few knew of the old shack just outside of town. It was mostly used as a hangout for the troublemakers of the area, who kept it – at least mostly – intact. It wasn’t uncommon to find old bottles, cans, dead lighters, and other trash left behind from a recent visit. Still, despite its somewhat frequent use, even fewer knew that the floor of the shack was supposedly a false one. Remove a few boards, and you’d find some handles to lift it up, revealing an opening underneath. I had heard about it only today after my friend Ben knocked on my door, fur standing on end and out of breath.

“Dude, dude… the shack, I just went to meet with Gav for something, and the floor! The entire thing was propped up like some trapdoor! I swear, it looked like a cave entrance, and there was some kind of gurgling in there…”

I was caught off-guard by his distress, and attempted to get a handle on the conversation:

“Woah, woah, woah, slow down! Are you ok? Do you need to sit down? What do you mean ‘the floor was propped up?’ How many times did we drink there during college, how would we not notice something like that?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine, but I swear, I’m telling the truth!”

Ben looked like he was nearly begging as he said that, so I tried to reassure him.

“I’m not doubting you! I’m just… surprised is all. And gurgling? Like, what kind of gurgling?”

“You know that time Eric didn’t eat for two days during finals and then smoked all that pot? It sounded like his stomach that night, except if he was the size of a house or something. I think I felt the ground shake a little, too.”

I fondly thought back to Eric at this statement. Eric was nothing short of enormous; a 6’5” beast of a man and, in our minds at least, almost as wide. His appetite was insatiable, polishing off anything we didn’t plus his own thirds, fourths, fifths... Inevitably, others in the dining halls who saw the spectacle would leave their uneaten scraps at his table. I was captivated every time; the efficiency with which he consumed felt supernatural. The sheer, unrelenting girth of his midsection was what made me realize how deep in the closet I truly was. I always wished I could be more like him. I still think back on him fondly, especially after his disappearance a few years ago.

Returning from those thoughts, I made a proposition:

“Okay, maybe I am starting to doubt you a little… but, maybe we should go check it out? Who knows, maybe that’s where Gav keeps his stash! And the gurgling was probably just someone messing with something down there.”

Suddenly, he got serious, and looked me straight in the eye like I had just suggested he chop off a toe.

“Oh, oh no! I’m not going back there! You don’t understand, that gurgling was intense, it was evil! It was like something was hungry, hungry for me! It… it spoke to me!”

“Calm down, man! Are you serious right now? You sound delusional! And what about Gav? Did you meet him there?”

Ben looked down at his feet at my question, he looked dejected, tired, and fearful. A few seconds passed before he answered.

“I didn’t, and… I’m sorry, man… I just… I just need to go home. I don’t feel right. I’ll text him later and see if he’s ok.”

At that moment, he sluggishly turned and shuffled off my doorstep. I closed the door behind him as I told him goodbye and to call if he needed someone. His attitude and demeanor were absolutely not natural. How could a trapdoor and some gurgling elicit this kind of reaction in someone who wasn’t a kindergartener? Ben clearly had to have taken something, there was no way he’d be that freaked out otherwise. I began to consider checking it out for myself. If Gav was meant to meet him there, he must have either opened the trapdoor himself, or found it and went in. Maybe he was in trouble? Doubtful. It was most likely him scrambling to get something from his “legendary stash” he always bragged about before anyone could see where he kept it. Either way, perhaps it was a good idea to go check on it and make sure Gav’s not rotting on the floor of a basement in the woods. If I’m lucky, I’ll have a glimpse of all the junk he’s been talking up for so long.

I put on my jacket and emerged into the crisp October air. The leaves were nearly aflame with hues of reds and gold, the breeze lightly stinging my fingertips and invigorating my mind. Crunches on the ground accompanied nearly every step as I wound my way through the trees. It wouldn’t be long before masked and giggling young ghouls scoured the streets in search of sweets, parents watching closely behind. It would be a good idea to pick up some Halloween candy. Not because anyone ever trick or treated at my house, they rarely ever came this far out. No, it was for me.

Being reminded of Eric was a kick to my system. He was enormous, and beautiful, and I wanted to be like him. The years since I met him were filled with my own attempts to reach such an imposing size. I was shorter than he was, but in my mind, I could make up for it with sheer width if I worked hard enough. Still, all this time later, I barely put on 50 pounds. It was noticeable, and I did have to buy larger clothes, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy me. Not even close. I wanted to be whale-like, I wanted to command the attention of all who passed by. Criminally soft rolls of blubber should be flowing down my sides; my gut should be impossibly gargantuan, large enough to block doorways with no hope of wedging past and threatening to tear down the wall to get through; my thighs should be thick enough to fill an entire sofa and still be propped up on the armrests, love handles resting on top and overhang perilously kissing the floor below. I should be – no, I need to be bigger. I reached down to give my slight paunch a squeeze. It wasn’t much, but I would do whatever it takes to grow.

My mind snapped back as I heard a slight gurgling sound echo hollowly through the woods as I approached the shack. Sure enough, the floor was lifted, held up by some boards like the hood of an old truck. I walked closer, cautiously. Every now and then as I approached, the gurgling rumbles grew not just louder, but somehow… more persuasive. It was subtle at first, almost unnoticeable, but it felt like the rumbles begged me to come closer, to find their source, to tell me that what awaited there would surely be worth it. I took yet more steps, the allure stronger every inch closer I got to the opening. Arriving at the front door, I looked down into the now-opened hatch to see a cave entrance with a ladder leading up to the surface. Another gurgle rumbled through the ground and into my very soul. Now desperate to find the source of the longing noises, I took out my flashlight and climbed down the ladder.

The cave was surprisingly roomy, probably 15 feet wide and tall or more, yet still the walls felt like they were rubbing against my body as I went down into the dirt and stone. It felt like ages, the pitch black misty darkness seeming eager to swallow my light and leave me stranded in the depths. The waves of rumbling bounced along the very walls around me. There was no escape from their persuasion, their pull like a siren now, dragging me further and further below, until the cave opened into a cavern.

I stepped into the now sprawling expanse, my light barely reaching the walls beside me, before it suddenly went out. The blackness collapsed on my face, any shred of visibility extinguished as a candle would be if left outside in a hurricane. Several seconds passed, eyes unable to adjust given the complete absence of light, before a gurgle, now louder and more demanding than ever before, shook the petrified room and my petrified soul as an eerie, unnatural glow seeped out from seemingly nowhere at the edges of the cavern. I adjusted to the new light, and began to take in my surroundings, before seeing what was undeniably the source of those rumbles.

The beast stood there, though it’s hard to say if it was standing or not. It filled a majority of the cavern, perhaps only a few feet from the top, and sides pressing up against stalagmites and the cave walls. The girth of the beast was unlike anything seen on land. It more resembled the scale of whales deep in the ocean, big enough to dwarf some buildings. Dimly lit by the supernatural light, I could make out curves and rolls in its silhouette. Not only was this thing big, but it was clearly fat. No, “fat” does not describe this being. It was more than that. Folds and rolls billowed out in every direction over its monstrous enormity, sagging and wobbling with every raspy breath it took. And then, I noticed perhaps its most monstrous feature: its skin. Covering the girth of the monstrosity was every texture of fur, scales, skin, feathers, and any other thing that normally covers someone’s body. It was a patchwork of flesh, none seeming to be its own. In the crest of the lowest part of what appeared to be its belly, the part closest to me, was fur that seemed to almost perfectly match Gav’s.

Before I could fully process what I was seeing, a gurgle erupted from the midsection of the mammoth being, revealing exactly that these gurgles were the hungry cries of this thing’s gut. And then, it began to speak:

“Greetings, visitor. I presume I am not what you expected to see down here. Were my cries of emptiness… alluring to you?”

I stood there as rigid as the stone surrounding me. I was in awe, this monster’s presence was unlike anything I had ever thought would be possible. A mix of terror and arousal surged through my being. I couldn’t resist the size and flabbiness of what I saw before me, fighting back the natural instinct to want to disappear running back the way I came.

“The winds grow cold, visitor. And I grow hungry… Though, I sense a certain hunger from you as well! Perhaps you are intrigued?”

I nodded my head, the only movement I could really make my stiff body do. The monster chuckled, and began his story.

“Years ago, visitor – How many? I cannot say – I was much like you. I hungered. I craved enormity. I wanted to grow to sizes unseen before. I was envious of those around me who commanded attention, whose girth could turn heads. They were my idols. Alas, I could not hope to reach their ranks, my own pitiful flesh and constitution too weak to consume enough. For years I worked tirelessly, trying in vain to push myself, to expand, to grow. For years, I grew more envious. For years, I became more desperate. I tried ever more vigorously to become the hulking beast I believed I should be. I tried evil things… One day, around this most hallowed of seasons, almost ready to give up entirely, I forsook my own soul for just a chance at reaching my aspirations. That night, a new hunger coursed through my being. Something foul and sinister wormed its way deep into my mind, a voice that spoke of the vices and evils of the world and tempted me to them. There was naught but the single minded desire to grow, and it was magnificent~

Still staring at its features and horrifyingly alluring physique, I finally worked myself up to speak to the thing:

“You… wanted more? And… you gave in?”

It chuckled. Then, sensing my intrigue, it continued its story:

“Anything in sight, I stuffed into my eager, greedy gullet. My midsection strained but the joy of the feast was too much for a mere man to resist. Most would have called this a curse, but I? Oh, I knew it for the blessing that it truly was!”

It roared with laughter, reminiscing on the early days of its journey into gluttony.

“Days passed, and I never stopped eating. Weeks and months went on and I was scavenging any food I could find. I grew wider, heavier, girthier, more powerful. Fat piled onto my once meek frame, rolls forming and folding over one another while I continued my ceaseless consumption. Alas, what one does not consider growing as spectacularly as I is that one’s flesh does not keep up well…”

I stared back down at the endless menagerie of pelts and hides, horrified and captivated.

“With every pound, I began to tear apart, growing too much and too fast for a mortal body to handle. Splits formed along me, and I had to bandage them, to stitch them back, but all of it was in vain as I kept growing more massive. This glorious power I had been granted could only be contained by the most drastic of measures. It was around that time you may well remember some rather mysterious disappearances? Individuals up and leaving their homes with no trace? Well, perhaps you should gaze upon me and witness them once more! They contributed nicely to both my size and ever-growing pelt. Just today, I added another to my collection. One you seem to recognize?”

I looked up from the pelt that I now knew was Gav’s and up towards the beast’s smirking face. I couldn’t even tell what species it originally was. I only saw its relentless lust for growth shine with an unholy radiance. A radiance that I only wanted to see become brighter and larger. Glancing at his immense cheeks, I swore I could see just a hint of the supple, dark scales that used to wobble on Eric’s midsection.

“I grow hungry again, visitor… I must add more to my hoard of adipose and tapestry of flesh. Yet, aside from your own hunger, I also sense an eagerness. You wish to assist me in my journey, no? Don’t try to hide it, I can feel it emanating from your very soul. I will give you a choice: You may submit yourself to me, become part of my mass and body, feed me with your very self! Or… you may go forth, back to the dingy world you know, and bring me back those who will serve a higher purpose as part of my immensity. Which do you choose, visitor?”