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Controlled Exposure	By : Twitchystitch Category: +1 through F > Adventure Time Views: 2927 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Controlled Exposure
- 1
Finn hated the beach, everything about it from the sun being so bright it was like it was personally trying to attack him (though he knew perfectly well that it wasn’t any different from normal) to the sound of the surf smashing against the beachfront – because it put Finn in mind of the ocean trying to claw its way out and consume all things that were good and dry and not-in-the-ocean – and most definitely he hated having to be on the beach, but he actually really liked the sand.
It was like the land, but not quite, a neat little boundary between TOTAL land and the ocean, and part of him was willing to latch onto anything that could be a shield between him and the sucking depths of the sea, but mostly it was just playing with something cool.
He giggled softly so no one could hear, sitting on the edge of the blanket Princess Bubblegum had rolled out for him with the waistband of his swimming shorts resting comfortably under his plump belly, the shadow of the big poofy parasol overhead and shrouding him from the sun, and scooted closer. He pressed his hands into the sand, rubbing the harsh texture against the palm of his hands and squirming slightly at how it almost hurt, the rough way he was doing it, but not quite. The sand was hot, heated by the sun, and for a moment he thought about what Bubblegum had told him where the sand came from; it was bits of rock and sand and stone, mixed with tiny chunks of just about everything you could imagine, fossils and bones and little plastic bits, all ground up by the surf and pushed onto the shore. It was actually kind of cool thinking about how it had once been so many different kinds of things apart and alone, but now was a great happy mass huddling together against the ocean.
A more intellectual hero might have pondered deeply on the possibility of this thought being a metaphor for Ooo in general. Finn was notoriously resistant to reflection, though, and so it flew right by him as he pressed his hands so deeply in that the sand swallowed them up. He giggled again and pulled his hands up, just to feel how the sand drifted away from his hands.
Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum, ruler and possibly creator of the Candy Kingdom, was far more eminently suited to such thoughts; dressed in a pale blue striped swimsuit laced with a few pockets filled with mysterious vials and transformative serums and various equipment for running tests on seashells for the fun of it. At the moment, she didn’t look much like respected royalty or a highly intelligent scientist, but was rolling around in the sand and giggling like she was Finn’s age or even younger, tossing up sand to let it fall on her brightly pink-colored gel-flesh, rubbing the sand on her broad and quite thick thighs and giggling guiltily. She sat down hard, pulled her legs in and kicked her feet around a few times, marveling at the feel of the sand, cooing at how just lovely it felt for the fine grains to sift through the spaces in her toes, squashing a bit into her slightly malleable flesh for a moment before popping free.
She patted herself down, checking to see if a special vial was intact. She’d shielded the pocket in case of sudden displays of whimsy, but she still worried a lot. It was safe, the heavily concentrated mass of candy bio-mass and a condensed mass of chemical Pym particles quite fine, and she sighed in relief. It wouldn’t do to spoil her plans for this visit. “Nice, nice,” She muttered distractedly to herself.
Bubblegum’s hand moved some of the pouf of her bangs away from her eyes. It was more like a flowing mass of goo than hair, almost liquid to her fingers, and moved away easily. She looked slyly over her shoulder at Finn, who was doing exactly the same thing she had been doing; Bubblegum suspected unconscious imitation of her, as he’d been sneaking bashful glances at her when he thought she wasn’t looking.
Finn, afraid of the ocean but still willing to come to the beach because she asked him too. Finn, small for his age and looking even cuter than usual in those swimming shorts, so delightfully plump and girlish looking. Finn, her friend, her knight, and now something rather more than just those things.
She blushed to herself, and stifled a little giggle. She thought, her Finn, and smiled brightly to herself. She clasped her hands without thinking about it, squeezing, and giggled again. With her little motions, her unbound hair slapped into the small of her back, but she hardly noticed.
Finn saw her looking at him and he froze in mid-movement, hunched over the edge of his blanket and the strong muscles under his delightfully plump shape nearly rigid in some exercise. His mouth, and those full lovely lips, were partly open as a look of surprise came over him. She had convinced him to leave his hat at home, and it had been worth it; his hair, starting to turn a strawberry shade of red-blonde as he got older, came unfettered upon his shoulders, so soft she yearned to run her hands through it, wavy edges dipping past the joint of shoulder and body, gradually tapering to a rough edge.
Bubblegum smiled and gave a little wave, wiggling her fingers at him impishly. He chuckled throatily, and waved back, shrinking back a bit and looking bashful. He could be so shy sometimes, and Bubblegum doubted that he would ever dare wear just swimming shorts on an outing with anyone else, save Marceline or Flame Princess, but they were like family and so he was quite comfortable with them, but not exactly as comfortable as he was with her. It was cute, how shy he could be sometimes, that endearing remnant of little boy earnestness under the heroic (and, she sometimes fancied, nicely bloodthirsty) exterior, and it was so fun to play with him like that, just poke and shift and watch how he reacted and blushed, an experiment in progress and leading to a certain and most heartily anticipated resolution.
He was so lovely, she thought fervently, a blush lighting her own face as fresh red bloomed and spread over her body. And with these thoughts, a brief growl came from the lower regions of her belly, grinding and grumbling, but it was almost pleasant. A sweet ache, she fancied, and forced it to subside for the moment.
She adjusted herself for a moment and stood up, long legs briefly twitching as she brushed off some lingering sand from herself, balancing each step with an exaggerated sway of her hips as if she was trying to balance huge weights on her shoulders. Marceline, if she’d been there, might have made a sly comment about Bubblegum trying to lure Finn by acting sexy and doing a really bad job of it. Bubblegum thought of that and sniffed with only the faintest smirk; she wasn’t doing it for any reason other than it suddenly popped into her head and try it just to see what it felt like.
After she tripped on an ill-placed rock and fell head-over-heels, she decided that strutting was simply not her thing outside of a controlled environment. She whistled incredibly loud to fake innocent and walked innocently away, trying to pretend that she wasn’t covered in sand. She shook herself off, getting much of it off.
The ocean pounded against the sand. She briefly entertained herself by imagining it as the regular beat of some cosmic musician who liked working with geography. She followed this logical route towards the predominance of water upon their planet and was forced to conclude that this would be an incredibly limited band, with hardly anything but drummers when you looked it at properly, and maybe it would be fun to listen to the cacophony for a while but after a time it would become boring and repetitive unless these were some really good drummers-
Bubblegum forced that mental track to end itself by thinking of robots. Robots were cool and fun, that helped to distract her. But she looked at the ocean for a while, a long expanse of glittering waters rolling up in ill-measured tides, the occasional bit of debris or flotsam washing ashore. A short boardwalk went over the rim that defined the beach from the ocean proper, and she remembered something Finn had mentioned about once dealing with a group of businessmen he’d found washed up inside an iceberg at this very beach, and she’d always wondered why he was so scared of the ocean but didn’t seem bothered by merely going near it.
Finn was a fascinating puzzle. She glanced fondly at him and walked over silently, feet seeming to glide across the sand. He didn’t look up when she sat down next to him and looked down at him to see what he was doing; he was intently focused on the sand, flattening it down with his hands and spreading it around, trying to mold it into different shapes. Bubblegum watched him with interest, going very still and entirely focused on him, rather like a predator that has found an incredibly fascinating young prey and was holding off its meal for a time.
Finn’s hands worked swiftly, digging into the sand and pulling it out and teasing it into different shapes. He was having a hard job of it, since the sand was not wet here, but he didn’t seem to mind and was having fun, so she kept her peace. She watched the muscles work in his surprisingly small hands; Finn was curiously feminine-looking in a lot of ways, delicately beautiful and oblivious to his beauty, and his hands were rather smaller than typical for a man. Bubblegum had to admit, she wasn’t quite sure what a typical human looked like, but she had started locating pictures of humans after she met Finn, out of curiosity, and she was sure that he was fairly small for his age and nowhere as masculine looking as he believed. She’d never mentioned it to him, though she found it incredibly attractive.
She shifted against the blanket, her considerable backside pulling at the fabric. Finn jerked and looked up, and when he looked at her, he relaxed and smiled brightly. “Hi, Princess!”
Bubblegum puffed a cheek out, jaw working as if chewing on a reprimand; she’d been trying to get Finn to loosen up on the formality (as they had grown quite close in recent times) and call her ‘Bonnibel’. Her closest friends called her by her named, and Finn was her very best friend. Finn had some of his own notions though, and she wasn’t sure if he was just being stubborn or really didn’t understand her feelings about it. She considered pressing the matter, and let it go. One too many conflicts with Marceline had shown her the wisdom of picking your battles in a relationship (friendship or romantic, and as with Marceline, her relationship with Finn was a pleasant blend of the two), and she honestly wasn’t sure that Finn knew that he’d be making a big deal out of it. If he wasn’t, he’d be upset if she pushed him over it, and she was honestly scared of upsetting or unbalancing anything-
Sometimes, things had worked better when he was her subordinate and follower. She still wasn’t sure if it was quite right to raise him up past thresholds he was not at all comfortable with, but she’d always believed that limits were for cowards. You didn’t achieve your goals or fulfill your agenda by succumbing to fear, and there were a lot of things she hoped to find with Finn.
Her mouth quirked up at the corners, lips shining briefly as if covered with iridescent gloss as she leaned in from the sunlight, passing into the shade Finn huddled in and put a hand on his bare shoulder. She gave him a friendly squeeze, fingers moving through his thick hair (and she’d always thought it was silly to say someone had silky hair but oh it felt just like the very finest material and sometimes she wanted to synthetize and make it into personal clothing or even underclothes, and she blushed painfully at the thought) and feeling up the softness of his flesh, and the iron-strong muscle beneath.
Finn squirmed into her grip, blushing a bit but not as much as he might have in earlier years; he’d grown used to her touch, and Bubblegum smiled wider at that thought. She gave him a brief pat and scooted over, making little half-sidles until the swell of her came flush with Finn’s side, bright pink of the paler colors his flesh, and he gave a startled squeak and she just grinned without shame at the effect she had on him.
Finn’s head tilted slightly, thick hair brushing aside and the thicker curls around his brow twitching with his movement. His eyes, blue and bright, nervously took the full measure on her. She smiled, wiggling a bit happily; though her swimsuit was assuredly modest, it was still a swimsuit and displayed the fullness of her considerable curves to the desired effect.
The faint freckles on Finn’s face, dusted there by many long hours exerting himself in the sunlight, were lightened by a fresh flush of red-ness. Bubblegum giggled again, a little bit nervous; Finn was not the first boy, or the first man, she had known in such an important and intimate way, but she hadn’t been only a friend for so long before engaging in romantic interactions, clicking the little social switches from ‘these things are not okay’ to ‘GO FORWARD AT GREAT SPEED’ for a lot of things that tended to be fairly physical, and then this feeling that her life had shifted in so many brilliantly good ways that she just had to stop and marvel at how fantastic it all was sometimes, and she looked down at Finn blinked up innocently at her and still blushing and he just looked so cute and lovely and there was a ferociously savage growl from the pit of her stomach craving to be filled-
She sucked in a sudden breath and forced her thoughts into abrupt silence. Frighteningly intense enthusiasm abated into more benign optimism. Her stomach continued to grumble, with as close as she was to Finn, but she consoled herself that her plan would be put into motion shortly enough. She breathed in deeply again.
She felt a weight on her hand, wrap around it, cushion it with sweet weight. “You okay, Pee-Bee?” Finn asked, looking up at her and concerned, eyes blinking precisely once (she off-handedly calculated each incremental motion of his eyelids and noticed that the blinking of his left eye was a third of a second slower than the other, and wondered if it was a lingering injury). His hand rested atop her hand she had place on his shoulder, his palm snug on the back of her hand, seemingly to squish into her flesh, and slightly flexed with the internally structured and bone-hard layers of goo that served the function of a skeletal system. His fingers wrapped shyly around the side of her hand, the tips just slightly tucking into her palm and his thumb resting in the crook where her own thumb met her hand.
She smiled again, slight and sweet, lips quirking just a bit. Her shoulders rolling, sending her hair into motion. “Hee,” She said, vocalizing instead of laugh. “Little cutie!” Finn puffed a cheek out, brow furrowing, and his eyes went wide as she delicately lifted her hand from his shoulder, her wrist turning and fingers working, gently turning his hand around until her hand rested palm-to-palm with him, his hand not quite big enough to cover hers entirely.
She held it there for a moment, her hand pressed against him. Finn gulped, but narrowed his eyes against his shyness and pressed his hand slightly forward. Rumbling her approval, she pressed her hand harder too, and a thought in that back of her head drifted through with ‘it’s a bit like a very lazy high-five’ and she promptly ignored that. Their palms pressed tightly together, hand to hand, and she grinned a bit that the tips of his fingers didn’t quite reached the middle joints on her fingers.
Another grumble, another pang from her belly, and he was so close to her, so lovely and sweet… she could nearly taste him. She longed to have him close, closer to her than she might have ever dreamed having another person. The ultimate cuddle, she thought, and it was so powerful and pervasive she couldn’t stop another treacherous blush from coloring her face.
Finn was blushing too, though obviously for different reasons. He giggled nervously, and his fingers gently slipped between her own, gingerly moving around her hand, and squeezed. It was a curiously intimate gesture, like a hug in miniature.
Bubblegum giggled, and readjusted herself, her legs folding cross-legged. The fulfillment of her plan called to her, and she spared a brief glance at the ocean. “Finn?” She asked nervously, knees twitching and flexing. “Do… do you trust me?”
Finn blinked. “Huh?”
She squeezed his hand again. It made her feel better, feel stronger, and her back straightened, sliding against the fabric of her swimsuit. Most of the time, talking to Finn was easy; he made her feel like in some pleasant blend of years, a mixture of a childhood she’d never had and an adulthood spent with her very best friend, mashed together into an amalgam of fun and heroism. He made ruling easier, more fun, took her mind off the pressures of life and the stresses of being the only halfway-sane diplomat in all of Ooo, but it was still so hard to say some things to him, and when she wanted to say things like ‘I see myself spending my entire life with you’ or ‘I want to swallow your entire body and keep you happy inside me’ or ‘I think I love you in a very specific and significant meaning of the word’, she just couldn’t say them out loud and kept them inside and hoped like crazy that when the time came he would roll with things like he normally did.
She managed to say again, “Finn, this is very important, so please tell me: do you sincerely and honestly trust me?”
Finn blinked again, and she practically heard the metaphorical gears of his mind working. He blinked again, in the way that an analysis engine might beep out ‘data processed’, and he looked a little surprised when he said, “Of course, Princess!”
She let go of his hand. As he looked at his hand, pondering the lingering warmth there, she folded her own hands into her lap and twiddled her thumbs. She smiled a little. “You really mean that? You’re not just saying that?”
He looked up. Again, he looked surprised she even had to ask. “Sure, yeah!” He grinned a little silly, and lowered his shoulders, bowing his head. “I am yours to command, your majesty. Whatever you say or do, I’m behind it completely.”
She giggled. “Oh, you!”
Finn giggled too, and the sound mixed together, a small symphony that felt simply natural.
It didn’t last long, and when it was done, Finn looked anxiously out towards the ocean. Bubblegum did too, thinking about why they were here.
Finn bit his lip. “…You really think you can help me with the whole…” he waved his hands indistinctly, trying to sum up something he didn’t have the vocabulary to describe. “’Ocean’ thing I have?”
Bubblegum nodded. “Of course.” She spread her legs on, stretching a little bit and getting more comfortable beside her smaller friend (she wasn’t sure if ‘boyfriend’ was the right word, it didn’t sound quite special enough).
Finn puffed his cheeks out, a gesture of annoyance that had spread quite accidentally through their circle of friends. “We don’t have to do anything like that… right?” he asked, looking worried. “I’m fine the way things are! I don’t have to-“
“Finn,” Bubblegum said, gently but sternly, and his protests died away at once. She had to admit, he was very obedient… and in all honesty, she found that extremely attractive. “I think it’s best if we deal with this problem of yours directly.”
Finn poked the sand, and sighed. “Okay. If you say so…”
She poked his shoulder, more playfully than usual. “Come now! Don’t you trust me?”
Finn giggled despite himself. “You know I do!”
“Then…” she scooted up close. Finn went very still as she threw an arm over his shoulder, their bare skin touching with a faint but delightful friction. Her hand moved through his hair, finding the delicate curve of his jawline and took hold. She tilted his face up as she leaned in, her chest squashing lovingly into his shoulder and swallowing up a portion of his upper arm. He squeaked again, a little submissive noise that made her fasten her other hand around his wrist and squeeze as she breathed faster, small vortices of brighter pink spinning around on her skin.
Gingerly, so she didn’t hurt him, she tilted his head up. Her eyes met his for a moment, a long look of her relaxing her body posture and tensing the muscles of her lower body as she sat down and took his hand into her grip again. She smiled again, and kissed him long and softly right on the lips. She squeezed his wrist gently, and all of this conspired to say simply ‘trust me’ in a wholly non-verbal way.
That he tasted so fine and sweet, the most wonderful thing she had ever tasted and she wanted him within her right now, that was a secondary consideration, all bound up in affection mixed with desire into something much like hunger but far more insistent but gentle.
She removed her lips from his face. He stared up at her, relaxed at last, apparently choosing to resign himself to her will, and she sighed briefly in relief, sitting back and still holding his hand by the wrist. She brought it up, considering it, and smiled impishly before she kissed him right on the knuckle.
Finn squealed softly, almost a moan, as her lips worked around his hand, tongue wet and strong against his skin, and quite without thinking she worked one of his fingers into her mouth and sucked gently upon it, and imagined that she had the whole of him within her, safe and sound and all hers…
She lost herself for a moment, and when she felt Finn slyly moving his hand forward into her mouth, perhaps wanting the same thing she did, she resisted the urge to work her very flexible jaws around his proffered hand. She released him with a faint pop, gave the saliva-slick finger another brief kiss, and suddenly leaned right into Finn’s face. Her breath was hot and heavy on him, and she actually heard him gulp in sudden nervousness. She giggled and kissed him quickly on the mouth again. “Don’t make any offers you can’t go with,” she said, words that might have been scolding if it weren’t for her playful tone.
Finn giggled again. She smirked briefly, suspecting that he had an inkling of what precisely she meant. Finn was innocent in certain physical matters, but he was nowhere near as naïve as so many assumed he was.
She took a hand as he absently wiped the other on his shorts, and reluctant though he was to presumably leave the shelter of the umbrella’s shade, he let her pull him up as she stood up to her full height. Bubblegum ducked her head and rolled her shoulders out of the way so she wouldn’t bump either on the umbrella’s edge and walk onto the sand, so warm it nearly burned. She winced, soon becoming accustomed to the heat, and went on her way.
Finn followed, holding her hand and squeezing slightly, grinning like a fool even with the ocean ahead. She glanced back at him, smiling down; the top of his head was, at best, somewhere around her mid-torso. She rather liked seeing him so small; she liked cute things, and Finn was so cute being this small compared to her, though he was quite stocky and powerful. Once again, her stomach gurgled needfully, and while Finn gave her a significant look, neither of them said anything. Ordinarily, as he was nearing the end of puberty in all its surprises, he wasn’t that smaller than her, but her size did tend to fluctuate with how much candy bio-mass she’d eaten recently, and she’d synthesized a lot in preparation for today.
(She refused to admit that, after Finn’s long-ago experiment with a bag of animate little people and the two of them had started to date after he and Flame Princess decided they were better suited as friends with benefits, and Finn had confessed to her that he’d gotten really excited watching mini-Bubblegum bulk up with weight lifting, she had become very excited herself at the idea of being physically larger and stronger than Finn, especially with him being very enthusiastic about it.)
The sand left little footprints behind them, and they presently walked to an area just in front of the shoreline (and not so far away, the small station where Bubblegum had been doing experiments on the seashells while Finn had been getting used to the beach), and she stopped, Finn halting behind her. Quite unconsciously he stepped right behind her, partly to shield himself from the ocean with her mass (a rather prescient action, she thought) or simply because it gave him a very nice view of her form. She smiled mischievously at that.
“Here seems as good a spot as any,” she said.
Finn looked dubious. “You sure?”
“It honestly doesn’t matter where we stand, we’re going to the ocean soon enough.”
He swallowed. “Yeah… kinda wish you didn’t have to remind me.”
“Oh, you’re being silly, you know you’ll be safe and protected.”
He swallowed again, but probably because of other concerns. “…Yeah. I know.” He looked up at her, mouth quirked up into a smile. She beamed at him.
He knew perfectly well what was going to happen, and her intentions for him on this trip, and so stepped back warily as she took out the various things she’d been keeping in the pockets on her swimsuit: the vials; the scanning tools; a few ether-based devices of her own design (because electronic databases were bad to bring to the beach); she put them all up in a small pile before realizing that was stupid and sheepishly scurried off back to the blanket under the umbrella, where they would be marginally safer. Finn waited for her to come back, awkwardly shifting around on one foot to the other.
She took out the last thing; the formula of concentrated candy bio-mass and Pym particles, arranged in such a way to have a very particular effect on her without otherwise having these essential components affect one another. She glanced back at Finn, quite eager to begin, and said,” Are you ready?” She tried not to sound as excited as she actually was.
Finn swallowed, understandably nervous. She had explained the whole plan to him, at length, telling him exactly what it entailed, and he knew what he was getting until. He nodded. “Y-yeah,” he said. He grinned awkwardly at being so nervous he’d stuttered a little.
She patted his cheek, and after a moment of thought, gave him a little affectionate pinch. While he rubbed his face, she opened the formula’s container and without any further hesitation gulped it down with a smile. “I would step back a lot more!” she said to Finn as the formula was immediately absorbed by her body, metabolized and going to work on her mass.
“Ooh,” she said. “That feels interesting-“
(Princess Bubblegum had the honor of being the woman to rediscover Pym particles, a rare group of sub-atomic particles that had been originally discovered and harnessed in the legendary Age of Marvels, the era shortly before the beginnings of the events that would lead to the Great Mushroom War. Due to the unrest and chaos that followed that terrible event, so much scientific knowledge had been lost, including such marvels as Pym particles, which had the unusual property of either shunting or accruing extra matter from another dimension directly into anything affected by the particles, allowing them to either grow or shrink in size.
(Bubblegum had earned herself many accolades for finding them, and putting them to good use in many humanitarian and scientific exploits… but she was quite frankly simply fond of just getting to be really big. She know understood why Marceline favored much larger forms when she shapeshifted.)
Generally transformations like this took some time, with a lot of build-up and such; Bubblegum had a certain dramatic streak, and so, she was admittedly a little annoyed when instead of flailing around as her limbs contorted or stumbling about before expanding outwards in various stages, she simply glowed a pale blue color as her body expanded, swelling up and growing, the glow excess matter from the other dimension channeled directly into her being and resizing her accordingly.
Quickly, the beach suddenly started looking much smaller; the forest-encrusted heights a short distance from it were first only a little above her, and then as the exhilarating feeling of a height multiplication took her in full, they were smaller, and growing smaller… she forced herself to think that this was only her perceptions changing, and she was simply growing larger-
She let out a happy giggle, she just really loved doing this.
Below her, Finn stumbled back as she rose up, growing ever larger; his mouth opened, eyes wide, and then he grinned wildly as his beloved Princess Bubblegum grew into a giant, swelling up ever higher and higher, her hips and legs growing proportionately large to support her. He breathed in, gasping and blushing a little at how positively enormous she was getting. “Peebs, that is awesome!” he exclaimed, sand rising up as her expanding body pushed it aside; her feet pounded down as she adjusted her stance, now so big that she stood taller than one of the towers of her own castle, and the resulting mini-quake knocked Finn right off his feet and into the sand, blinking briefly in surprise. Sand poured over him, and as he wiped it away pink-ness dominated his vision; soft and wide and slick, a slight protruding knob above him…
Finn stood up, and blinked at the massive muscular pillar overhead, rising high into the sky; Bubblegum’s left leg (As big around as a train, he thought absently), flexing minutely with muscles larger than bridge cables. Her growth slowed, pausing with a few brief and almost alarming spurts here and there before she finally stopped growing. The energy faded, and stabilized, and Finn was now no taller than the slight knob of her shin, which was now moving as she turned towards him.
A great shadow spread over the beach, and Finn quite forgot about the presence of the ocean with giant Bubblegum leaned over him, her hands on her knees and a huge shameless smile on her face. “How do I look?” She boomed, voice growing proportionately with her.
Feeling like a fly in front of her, Finn goggled up at her, even more impressed than if a mountain had stood up and talked to him… and honestly, he thought this was way more awesome. Bubblegum breathed in, and out, her flesh expanding somewhat, the muscles of her shoulder on proud display. Her hair slipped over her shoulder and flapped a few dozen feet over Finn; the sunlight filtered through it in dazzling colors, pink and red and purple suddenly shining on Finn like dance-party lights. Her body had become somewhat wider (and curvier, he thought guiltily) to accommodate her mass, more powerfully built, and deep inside he was quite pleased at her even greater beauty. “..Really really pretty,” He squeaked honestly.
She giggled and reached out; a palm hovered over him, moved up a bit, and a finger slightly thicker around than he was hovered right in front of him, longer than some trees were tall. Bubblegum poked him, and Finn’s comparatively minuscule body fell over with a faint thumb. “You look even cuter than usual, being so small,” Bubblegum commented. She paused. “Wait, hold on…”
Fresh pink-ness bloomed in her body, spreading through skin that suddenly seemed prettily translucent, like glass made liquid. “Ah,” Bubblegum said. “There goes the rest of my formula!” Even faster than here growth, the altered candy bio-mass altered her; Bubblegum grew slightly larger (and Finn took an involuntary step back as she seemed to twitch for him, simply growing outwards), and her flesh and bone and other internal structures collapsed into one, transmuting into a thick goo-like substance. Initially translucent, it took additional mass from her, and she shrank slightly though her transformed body became much thicker and substantial, and sunlight filtered through her much as it had through her hair, but far more dazzling.
She shifted awkwardly as her legs quietly collapsed and fused into an amorphous mass slightly broader than the rest of her body, giving her a shape not unlike a cello, and an internal layer of goo reshaped itself into a firm foundation just under her external layers, giving her solidity and form identical to her usual look. Her swimsuit reshaped itself to conform to her new body, and the transformation finished. Finn blinked, impressed.
Bubblegum held up her hand, gigantic and powerful, and flexed fingers. Internal structures of goo bent and powered, and her fingers twitched to her satisfaction. She moved her arms and rolled her shoulders, finding they worked to her satisfaction. She glanced down awkwardly, running a hand on her hips for a moment before pronouncing herself pleased at her appearance. She stretched her arms up, a gigantic goo woman and said, “I cannot believe I never tried this before! This body type feels so adaptable, and powerful… I think I shall adopt this more often! I can’t believe I let Slime Princess hog all the properly efficient forms for so long…!”
Finn breathed in, and let it out as a fascinated gasp. “You look… amazing, Princess!”
Bubblegum looked down at her tiny boy, and let out a small giggle. “Why, thank you, good knight.” Her mass shimmered, and she bent down.
“Now,” she said with a certain amount of anticipation. “Time to commence the experiment!” She laid her hand down on the ground before Finn, fingers spreading out and forming handholds for her. Bubblegum grunted, the action being quite uncomfortable for her.
Finn scrambled onto her fingers, hands digging into soft gooey flesh that seemed to suck at him, as if long to absorb him. It was comfortable and squishy, and he hauled himself up to the top before rolling down, landing happily on the slightly upraised place where her fingers met her hand. He started to sit up, but was forced back onto his back as Bubblegum raised her hand. Finn squealed in mingled fear and surprise as air whistled past, the landscape suddenly becoming a lot further away, he was rising up, up…
Before him there was Bubblegum’s gigantic body, a far more pleasing sight than the ocean and something more interesting to dwell than the heights, and perhaps that was why she raised her hand more slowly once her back was straight, bringing his gaze upwards, past leg-mass and hip and waist and belly and bust, all the way past her shoulders until, his mind quite incapacitated by the glory of her body amplified to such immense size, her smiling face loomed before him like a benign planetoid.
Her lips spread open, smacking wetly, and for a moment Bubblegum couldn’t do anything more than just stare at him. Without thinking about it, she licked her lips, a fresh and almost painful pang of need rising from what felt like every part of her entire body. Finn just blinked up at her innocently, seeing no harm or threat, and he shakily stood up as his giant friend smiled with lips bigger around then he was. But then, she always did have such full enticing lips…
She smacked her lips again, and he was stunned by how brightly pink they wore, how the sunlight shone on them, and he suddenly wished he could have kissed her more earlier. “Are… are you ready, Finny?” She asked. Her other hand came up, and Finn slid slightly as Bubblegum cupped him with both hands, holding him more securely. The surface beneath his feet – her hands, he remembered with a stunned feeling – flexed and moved, and he felt like it was so secure that he could have gone to bed on the spot.
He nodded, just once. The ocean scared him, but here was Bubblegum, larger than any giant he’d ever seen. Beneath him was Bubblegum, ahead of him was Bubblegum; he felt shielded by her now. Before that, the ocean was irrelevant, at least now.
“You can’t get hurt,” She said, as if afraid he might reconsider and she desperately wanted to reassure him. “I… I made sure to modify myself for the trip! My digestive tract-“
“It’s okay, Peebs!” He reached back towards the great pink wall behind him; her fingers, curled nearly over him. He touched a big and still delicate fingertip, his palm pressing into it, and despite how much she was it still felt as intimate as when they held hands at regular size. “I trust you.”
She blinked and smiled. She shook her head quickly, and something wet fell from her eyes. “I know,” Bubblegum said. “Thank you.”
She brought her hands to her face, lips slightly open for a kiss. Finn goggled up as her lips closed on him, the surface of her upper lip enveloping his head and wetly cuddling around him before her lower lip ground into his belly, smacking against him. Pressure and wetness were exerted against him, pulling him up slightly into the biggest and wettest kiss of his entire life, and Finn made a faint noise of total submission and wonder, pushing his arms into her lower lip in the best hug he could do. He squished into her flesh as she suckled at him, murmured like the echoes of earthquakes around him, and the light was blotted out as she released, and then sucked in again for another kiss, harder and more fierce than before.
“Mmm!” She purred, and something huge and wet, like a big happy whale, slid against the top of his head. “Finn!”
He had enough to mash his face into her lip, kissing the warm flesh before he was pulled right off his feet, bare toes wiggling just over her hands. He had a moment to wonder at it, his head dizzy and a happy pink blur, before the big wet thing mashed into his face again, several times larger than him, and he realized that was Bubblegum’s tongue.
She licked him again, just holding him there and tasting him; once, twice, again, and a fourth time. She murmured, enraptured and delighted, the taste of him the most wonderful thing she’d ever had, and it actually hurt resisting the urge to finish this, but she had self-control enough to draw it out for his benefit. She thought of it as essential compromise.
Her lips sucked, and Finn’s head and shoulders were drawn irresistibly into her mouth, out of the sunlight and into the warm and damp welcoming darkness inside her. Wetness greeted Finn, and Bubblegum unconsciously shifted around just feeling the taste of him as he wiggled around, actually getting a hand in the inner part of her lip and grabbing enough of a handhold to actually start pulling himself in, perhaps afraid of being suspended in mid-air like that. She sucked again, a small motion this time, almost playful, and his other shoulder was brought in.
Finn’s chest came again her teeth, braced against gummy incisors; he winced, prepared for a little pain, but though the relatively wide lengths were rigid, they were not at all sharp, and as the vastness that was Bubblegum sucked him in more and more, sliding across them was like a pleasantly insistent set of nails dragging across them.
Another suck, and his waist was resting upon her lips, and his face was cushioned by her tongue, which felt to him like a living and rather wet bed. She pushed it against him, giggling throatily, and the rumbles in her throat were answered by him giggling as well.
Bubblegum had an urge to tilt her head up and let gravity pull him into her throat, but she deemed it perhaps a little cliché. Satisfied that Finn was in no more danger, she uncupped her hands and gave one of his tiny wiggling feet a poke with her finger, and he slid into her mouth just a bit more. She wiggled and writhed in place, ever more excited. “Yes,” She mumbled through him. “Just a bit more, Finny!”
“Okay, okay!” Finn felt the loving pressure force him in just a bit more… and let another startled squeak when a finger pushed against the plumpness of his backside, just hard enough for him to really feel it, and pushed his whole torso right into her mouth. Finn let out a delighted squeal, mashing into her tongue. It cushioned him, surrounded him, and he crushed himself into it, bouncing a bit and muttering contently against it.
Bubblegum sighed happily, her lips opening slightly. This, she decided as she sucked the rest of Finn into her mouth, was the very best way to kiss.
His legs and feet vanished into her, and she smacked her lips with a satisfied pop.
Finn bounced a bit inside her as her tongue worked, gathered him up and pulled him closer to the rear of her mouth, and he was as yet oblivious to the waiting opening of her throat. He giggled some more and bounced against her tongue. “Ack!” Bubblegum said, “Not so rough in there, Finny!”
Finn settled down. “Sorry, Peebee.”
“Don’t worry about it,” She reassured him. Her hand went to pat his shoulder, than she remembered he was inside her mouth. Bubblegum pondered how to touch him nicely, and felt the weight on him on her tongue. Getting an idea, she rolled her tongue around against him, and Finn scrambled against her. His flesh ground against her tastebuds, the feel of him was everywhere, she was tasting him so much, and her shoulders heaved as she let out another sigh. Her tongue rolled into him, lifting him up and cradled against him. Finn giggled inside her, and Bubblegum let out another sight of contentment before gently pushing him into the roof of her mouth, lowering him, and then doing it again, feeling as though she were hugging him but far more intimately.
Finn squealed, and she delighted at his pleasure, that they were both feeling so good because of this; her mouth salivating, rained down on Finn. Saliva dripped over his body, weighing down his hair and moistening him nicely, and he arched himself against it even as her tongue kept grinding against him and played with him. She savored his taste as she rolled him to one side of her mouth, twitching the muscular organ against his body, digging into the spaces that his elbows and knees provided between his shape, rolling him around and around her mouth.
She tilted her head up, just a little bit. It came out a bit slurred, but she managed to say, “Get ready, Finn.”
He nodded inside her, sopping hair slapping around. He realized she couldn’t see him, and pressed his hands into her tongue so she knew he was doing something. “I’m ready, Peebs!”
Her hands grasped each other, and she shuddered happily that someone, especially someone as special as Finn, trusted her so much. Her tongue worked, pushing him closer to the back of her mouth, and Finn helped by eagerly scrambling there – perhaps simply because he was so eager to explore more of her wonderful body instead of the actual reason for this – and her tongue worked again, bouncing him a bit before rising up to the roof of her mouth, and back towards her throat.
Powerful muscles bore down on Finn, lifting him up and carrying him, and a welcoming void appeared before him. HE closed his eyes, smiled as his precious Princess Bubblegum engulfed him on all sides, the biggest hug he could ever have imagined. In the darkness, the warmth and the wetness, something swelled inside him, a passing but monstrously strong thought of ‘this feels like home’.
Those same muscles squeezed and worked, pushing him down, and both he and Bubblegum shuddered at exactly the same time as she swallowed him. She shuddered again and again, purring and sighing happily as she felt his tiny body moving inside her, sliding down her throat, down and down. Her esophagus strained around Finn; he was not particularly hard to swallow, though he was relatively speaking unusually large for something her size to swallow; rather, it was if every part of her body shared the same notion of total affection and yearning to be close to Finn, to be squeezing and cuddling him, and by doing this, he was moved slower down her than he otherwise might have; he did so at a leisurely pace, the very walls of meat and goo around him squeezing and straining at him, catching him and curling about him for several second-long intervals before letting him go.
Eventually, there was the longest one of all, and Finn came sliding into a place that was totally dark, but felt just big enough for him not to be cramped but small enough to be embraced on all sides by Bubblegum’s flesh. Softness greeted him below, a warm and cushy bed that his body eagerly sank into. It was dark and pleasant, sweet and lovely, and he closed his eyes happily for a moment. HE wondered again if home (so long ago to him, he barely remembered it sometimes) could really be like this. And he wondered if maybe Bubblegum could be like this all the time, and he could live inside her; safe and sound and loved, for the rest of forever and every time in-between.
Bubblegum cooed contently as Finn settled into her belly. He was in no danger of digestion, she had seen to that, and she supposed Finn would hardly realize that she had modified herself in this state to produce a form of atmosphere that would sustain for as long as he was inside her-
That was a lovely thought, and she shivered again happily. Finn was inside her. Her Finn, he was all hers and safe and happy.
She giggled, and put a hand to her belly; she couldn’t feel him that way, but she could feel him wiggling around, and for a second she half-wondered if being pregnant was like this, and dismissed the thought as being logically unsound.
Both hands on her belly, she marched into the ocean, lower mass momentarily extending into massive legs. She began striding over the shallows in easy paces that covered vastly more amount of distance than she ordinarily ever could unaided. “We’re going in now,” She told Finn. “…Wait, can you hear me? Give me a little poke if you can!”
There was a sharp and playful nudge from within her, as if of a gentle slap to her stomach lining. She winced. “I said ‘poke’, not whatever that… oh, it isn’t a problem. Come along you.” She smirked. “Not that you have a choice now.” She giggled, and stepped into the water, ripples and small tides spreading out from her as schools of fish and sea birds moved like mad to get out of the way of the approaching pink titan. She swelled up slightly, her flesh apparently water-absorbent and soaking up just enough water to make her feel positively gravid before she willed to stop, her flesh altering itself accordingly.
She kept walking. Undersea coral reefs and rock formations, perhaps thought sharp on her, were crushed under foot. Debris and dust fountained up in her passing, though she did her best to make sure she didn’t actually step on anything alive. Great mats of seaweed got in her way and were ripped clear from the sea floor, left trailing behind her to the delight of various herbivorous octopus-lobsters that swam in. Her hips and backside splashed into the water as it finally got deep enough for that (and those parts of her body swelled up a bit, to her discomfort), and then her waist followed. Sadly, the seabed was flatter here, so she kept walking until she could find deeper ground.
She kept walking. She passed by a fisherman’s boat on the way, and the crew looked up at her in mild interest. She waved at them, smiling friendly, and one of them said to her,” You know, you look a lot like the Candy Princess!”
“But I am the Candy Princess!” she said.
“…Oh.” The crewman looked for something to say. “Well. I always pictured you to be a lot shorter, your highness. No offense meant.”
“Oh, none taken. I’ve had a bit of a temporary growth spurt.
“Ah,” they said.
Bubblegum waved to them again, Finn bouncing inside her belly as he rolled around (possibly wanting to remind her that he was still in there). It caused her no discomfort, and she even giggled a bit; it made her feel pretty good. At last, her feet had to struggle to find ground, and she took a careful step inward, and her shoulders slipped beneath the sea.
She kept walking. Onward and onward she walked, the sea beautiful around her, and then, finally, her head sank beneath the waves. There was a brief impression of her great mass of pink hair floating upon the surface, and then that two was gone as she kept walking underwater.
Bubblegum had no need to metabolize oxygen in this state, and she was grateful for it; she stepped carefully over a sunken ship (the sailors mutated into mermen and shying away as she passed) and her legs again reformed into a single mass that she was able to manipulate into a crude tail, powering her away into the sea. Great schools of fish swam around it, briefly flying around her head like a halo, and as the seabed stretched on and on for an unknowable distance, ancient ruins quite evident all around her and the faint gray-blue radiance of the water colored the world into a ghostly beauty, she dreamily thought that she could stay here for hours.
She wished she could get Finn to feel the same way. She swam a few more dozen meters before she settled down on the ocean floor, where there was nothing in particular to harass them (right between a sad-looking ancient battleship gone rusty, and a giant stone troll that had wandered down here for some thinking before the sea had risen here; apparently he hadn’t even noticed, or if he did he didn’t care), and her lower mass squished into a pleasant seat.
“Finn,” She said, and though bubbles came from her mouth (as she made certain to prevent water from entering her mouth at all) the sound echoed inside her. Finn, a little too distracted by being inside Bubblegum’s body – and thinking that it would be really hard telling this story without making that sound really perverted – hadn’t even realized that he was underwater yet, but he heard her voice clearly. “Finn!”
“Peebs!” Finn gave the nearest lump of stomach muscle a friendly pat. “What’s up?”
A great weight descended upon him, pressing against his lovely enclosure. It almost distracted him from Bubblegum proclaiming, “Finn. We’re underwater. In the ocean.”
Finn went very, very still.
He supposed, for a moment, that he should have been frightened. He should have been panicked. He should have been crying and screaming and begging her to go back on land.
But… and yet…
He simply couldn’t feel much more than a faint surge of nervousness, not much worse than when he simply became aware that somewhere the ocean happened to exist. He knew the ocean was right out there, a malevolent horror pushing down above and below and on all sides, teeming with terrible beasts and horrors (except for sharks, sharks were totally awesome) beyond the most depraved imagination, and the countless dead buried as bones in its silt.
But…
He couldn’t feel the fear. He just couldn’t. The softness of Bubblegum’s stomach was all around him, him buried inside her, and with that, the ocean simply seemed unimportant. Bubblegum around him changed everything, and he didn’t know how it was different when Jake had tried to help him years earlier… maybe it was just he was older and experienced, or his love for Bubblegum being different enough that he felt totally safe in her grasp.
Whatever it was (and he felt a little silly just thinking it, it sounded like something out of the cheesy romance novels that Flame Princess read and pretended she hated), the fear of the ocean just couldn’t punch through the awareness of Bubblegum’s vastness sheltering and cuddling him in more intimate a fashion than he even thought was possible.
“I feel… okay,” Finn said, sounding greatly surprised.
Bubblegum murmured approvingly. “Okay, that’s good… do you feel happy?”
“Yeah…” Finn said dreamily.
“Do you feel sheltered?”
“What’s that mean?”
She tried a different phrasing. “Do you feel safe?”
“Oh! Yeah!” He leaned back into her, nuzzling. “Mmm… I kinda want to live here…”
Bubblegum giggled, but she didn’t say no. “Do you mean in me, or the ocean?”
“Oh! I… I forgot about the ocean being there, mang.”
“Well, no trouble there. Now… I’m going to try something. It’ll be really scary, but I want you to remember… you’re still in my body. I’m still all around you. And nothing can hurt you as long as I’m around you. Do you understand?”
“Yeah,” Finn said softly.
She smiled, and as she murmured “Good,” it echoed in her voice.
And, like that (And with a small mental command), her belly turned transparent, and Finn was suddenly faced with the ocean, his view of Bubblegum’s stomach wall gone.
Predictably, he panicked. Screaming like a wild animal, he leaped back right into her stomach lining (Bubblegum winced) and cowered back, howling and yelling… and felt the moistness around him, the soft meat of her stomach, and the warm of Bubblegum surrounding him. He stopped screaming, but breathed heavily.
Inside his head, his love for Bubblegum wrestled with his crippling fear of the ocean. One was certainly far more prevalent than the other, and soon, one won a small victory.
Hesitantly, slowly, Finn sat up, and stared out. A shark swam past, shying away from Bubblegum’s fierce size, and Finn stared at it in fascination. He scooted a little closer, trembling but soothed by the faint rumbling of various processes going on in her body.
“How do you feel?” Bubblegum asked.
“…I don’t know,” Finn said. “I… shouldn’t I be scared?”
She laughed again. “Hee, that depends, I guess. Do you want to go back on land and out of me-“
“No!” Finn blurted. He stopped, and blushed. “I mean… heh, I think… maybe I can stay here for a while. In you, I mean.”
“…If I didn’t know any better,” she said, tone flirty. “I’d say that sounded a little pervy.”
“Is not!” He said. “I mean… you know… you know what I mean!”
She giggled. “Now, maybe I should tell you a bit more about the ocean. The things here, how it works… would you like that?”
Finn smiled faintly, and scooted into her stomach more fully. He rested into her, and a pudgy bit of flesh made a gentle pillow. “…Okay.”
“Now,” she said, and turned so that Finn was facing the battleship. “That was once the S. S. Stupid-Awesome, the flagship of the War Kingdom, who once ruled all of Ooo. But then they decided to start fighting themselves, and sank their own ship, and then their remnants became the gnomes…”
Finn listened raptly as she spoke, talking about first that and another, and then another, and so on. Her words drifted into his brain and stuck there, and for once, the fear became faint, and curled safely inside her, he wasn’t afraid.

Several hours later, giant Bubblegum strode out of the ocean, pausing before disgorging several tons of water out of her body and shrinking down slightly. She shook herself, patted her belly again, and glided onto the beach on her amorphous lower mass.
“So!” She said to her belly, and by extension, Finn. “How do you feel now?”
“I dunno,” Finn admitted. “I guess I feel kinda weird. I don’t really know what to think.”
Bubblegum nodded. “Well, that’s a start I suppose.” She yawned. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to take a rest for a while before we have to go back home.”
Finn pressed his hand against her insides, something like holding her hand and squeezing for a bit. “’Kay, Peebs. No problem here.”
She yawned again. “Alright then.” She scooted over to the cliffs overlooking the beach, a great pink giantess goo girl leaning against them and straightening, her body shifting around before relaxing and resting there. “I’ll wait until we get home to shrink myself down. I almost don’t want to… I rather like being a giant.”
Finn said, “Yeah…” He paused and hopefully added, ”You make a really pretty giant. The prettiest ever.”
She giggled. “You’re too nice… but thank you.”
“Hee. Anytime, Peebs!” The stomach walls begun churning and moving around Finn. “Ah! What’s going on?!”
Bubblegum grimaced. “Ah! Hold on a second! I’m… ah, disgorging you.”
“What?”
“I’m bringing you up! Spitting you out! I think we can-“
“Wait!” Finn cried, cowering inside her. “Can’t I stay?! Please? Until we have to go home?”
Bubblegum looked at herself. “…Oh?”
Finn stopped. He blushed, acutely embarrassed. “I…” He started. HE swallowed. “I really like it here.” HE paused again and said, voice hushed. “I like it here, in you. I like… being inside you. I just want to stay here for a while.” His voice went high and frightened, almost childlike. “Please? Let me stay? Just for a while?”
Bubblegum’s eyes widened in surprise, and then her expression softened. She smiled and said, “Of course, Finn.” She kissed her palm and put it on her belly, somewhere around Finn’s general vicinity, and patted herself.
Finn settled down. “Thanks,” He said quietly, and she just knew he was smiling the biggest gap-toothed grin ever. He yawned mightily, and unexpectedly settled down, curling onto the particularly squishy bit of stomach lining before yawning again.
She patted her belly again as she felt him wiggling around before going still. “Anytime, Finny.”
Finn yawned again, and closed his eyes. Bubblegum put a hand on her stomach, and felt him drift into sleep inside her. She closed her eyes, marveling at the feeling of his tiny body inside her gigantic one, and smiled as a warm and fuzzy feeling stole over her, and she settled into sleep as well.
Unfortunately, the people who came to pick them up was Jake and Lady (complete with the cornpups) and there were many awkward questions that had to be answered right away.
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