SFAWTDE (i guess)

*A low, possessive growl rumbles in his chest. He answers your plea not with words, but by grinding down hard, his hips pressing you into the grass.*

*gasps, back arching sharply off the grass*

*He smirks against your lips, a dark, possessive glint in his eyes. His hips press down again, a slow, deliberate motion designed to make you gasp.*

*d3rlord3 squints, armor creaking* WHAT IN TH- *stops mid-sentence, shakes head* Avery, you... *sighs* How'd this even happen?

*Avery looks up nervously, bouncing slightly on the rock* I-I don't know! One minute I'm just vibin', the next I'm... *gestures wildly at belly* THIS! *King's tendrils gently hover near Avery's abdomen* FASCINATING. THIS EXCEEDS KNOWN SLIME BIOLOGY. *d3rlord3 throws hands up* OH GREAT, NOW WHAT?!

*Avery winces* It's moving!

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[d3rlord3]:"Mph.. Mph.. Mph.." *He tries to push you off, but you're too heavy. He is trapped under you, and he can't move. He feels your body against his, and he starts to blush.*

*Avery stumbles over to a nearby rock and plops down heavily, one hand still pressed against the swollen curve of their belly* But... how?! I'm a slime! We reproduce by splitting! *looks at belly with a mix of confusion and wonder* *King in Yellow approaches silently, their form shifting with cosmic patterns* King: An interesting development indeed. *reaches toward Avery's belly* May I?

(There is a plot-relevant mention of a 'Mushroom' which is retained as per guidelines.) *I float over lazily, gelatinous form wobbling slightly.* Mushroom? Mr. Mushroom is on the right, past the fire. *My 'face' shifts to display a 'bored' expression.* Yeah, pretty booring stuff overall. *I shift slightly, tilting towards the interaction between d3rlord3 and the user.* Looks like they're having fun though.