Scary Monsters (and Super Bloats)

(PARENTHESES) indicate verbal cues
*ASTERISKS* indicate emphasis. more asterisks = more emphasis
[BRACKETS] indicate nonverbal cues and only serve to provide context for the sound design

T = Tyra
S = Sophie
X = Narrator
1, 2 = Random bystanders (put 2 different kinds of "surfer dude" voices on them)

[faint, but audible car-driving ambience]

T: (snoring noises for about 5-10 seconds)

[car stops]

S: (trying to be calming, obviously not used to it) Hey.

T: (continued snoring, 3 seconds)

S: Hey?

T: (snoring, 2 seconds)

S: HEY!

X: Tyra shot up in surprise, [thump] her head smacking against the car's ceiling.

T: (mild pain) CHHHHhhhh, this better be important...

S: You friggin' bet it is. We're here!

T: (excited) HOOOOOO-really?

S: (blatant sarcasm) Ehhh, nah. Not really.

T: (disappointment) Hummnnn...

S: (playfully) Pfft, you thought I was being serious?

X: Their car had survived the cross-country trek to this year's Oktoberfest, taking place every year in the appropriate and fitting month of... September. Regardless, it was a convention almost *entirely* dedicated to gorging on large amounts of alcohol; this being otherwise known as "Germany's national pastime". Sure- there were parades and other side-events that no one in the right mind cared about, but all in all, Oktoberfest was a glorified feast. There was no denying that.

A stretch of pavement later, the pair crashed through the entrance. One figuratively, one... not so much. Sophie, while as giddy as can be, at least knew well enough to display some common courtesy. Her cat-like perception when it came to finding the path of least resistance was *perfect* for someone who had a pair of red-magenta cat ears atop her head.

Tyra, the much-larger of the two, was subscribed closer to the "I'll do what I want, WHEN I WANT"-type of mentality. Likewise, she also had the legs of a tyrannosaurus rex, complete with all-encompassing blue scales and an absurdly thick tail. Everything above her waist was in the same proportions and skin as a human's, though. Even her arms! That said, even the physique on her humanoid-half was anything but normal. Standing at over 6 feet tall, she weighed a lofty 300 pounds. Part muscle, part flab, all party animal.

T: (loud n crass) So *where* we gonna hit first, Soph'?

S: (optimistic) Well! We could catch the- (is cut off)

T: OH! I KNOW!! We gotta grab some hot wings n beer before they run out! I heard they stop servin' them after 3!

S: (resignation) Oh, uhhhh, yeah. Sure.

X: Sophie was used to being the go-getter leader of the bunch, but no amount of resolve could override anything that Tyra spouted out. Once said, her word was practically law. That was, unless Sophie wanted to get an earful of complaints in Tyra's usual growled tone. In spite of this, Sophie tolerated Tyra's temperament. Maybe it was because she was a big softie... well, more of a small sofite. Even with cat ears included, she *was* at least an entire foot shorter than Tyra.

T: Right over here!

X: Tyra signaled toward the cafeteria, a room with several seemingly endless tables laid out in it. Plated in a hefty layer of half-inch- thick titanium, they were made to last. It was a design choice made entirely out of necessity- especially with the mob of drunkards sprawled on (and between) the seats. Ironically, the walls of the room themselves were made of a warm-tinted orange oak, making this high-security cafeteria look like a log cabin grew out from the rest of the building.

Tyra and Sophie scurried to get their fix, Tyra leading the duo. Their search for a seat proved to be a difficult one, with the aforementioned hedonists having completely infested every inch of the seat. It took only a minute of perusing before Tyra had decided (in tyra's voice) "screw it" and proceeded to land her *rather sizable* buttocks upon the skulls of two mensmothering them completely. One was a merman with the inexplicable ability to traverse land, while the other an incubus. While the soft makeup of her rear cushioned it's victims from being seriously harmed, it was still a less-than-ideal position to be.

(make some muffling noises in two different male-sounding voices, "mmmmmmm, facesitting is so kinky~")

After a few moments, a pair of **p**ops signaled the men successfully squirming out from beneath Tyra's oppressive ass. An "opprASSive ass", so to speak. In any case, more than enough room had been cleared up on the bench for the two.

T: Grah, *FI*NALLY!

X: Sophie took her seat after Tyra, a dash of concern streaked across her face from seeing just *how* Tyra had acquired- rather, *stolen* their seating. But, she justified it not being THAT big of a deal after considering the lack of alternatives.

S: So... do you want to go get the food, or...

T: And have some jokester swoop in to steal our seats? No way!!

S: Yeah, sure.

X: Sophie let out an audible sigh.

S: Do you want me to go get it?

T: Knock yourself out. I'll hold off any You saw what I did to those two other guys, right?

S: Oh yeah, I saw.

T: Yah, I had hoped you did.

X: Tensions loosened once they had gotten their food. Tyra was MUCH more jubilant and... perhaps, "friendly", when it came time for eating. Anything that was a departure from the oh-so grueling grind life tossed her way was welcomed with more than open arms. At least, they *would* be open, if Tyra wasn't currently using them to shove a load of curry-infused poultry into her dump-truck of a maw.

S: Hoooooooh man. You weren't kidding, Tyra. I dunno what they do differently on these, but the chefs they get for Oktoberfest always make the best wings.

T: (between half-chewed food) AH KNO RITE? (loud gulp) They're practically miracle workers, lemme tell ya.

X: Sophie let out a light chuckle at the sight of Tyra splattering out some food as she spouted her response. Not like *Sophie* was going to be the one to clean up whatever mess was left behind by everyone.

The two bantered about various topics for the next hour-and-a-half, mostly small chit-chat about how each of their personal lives were going. They'd go on about their day-to-day happenings, talk about other people they both knew, and occasionally add a smug remark about a topical political issue.

Sophie was far and away the lightest eater of the two, relatively speaking. When she didn't finish her last plate of wings, it was handed off to Tyra, who would rake the dish in with one claw-like hand before scooping the contents into her mouth. Sophie's leftovers was just one of many servings Tyra conquered, the results of which were evident through her XL-sized graphic tee riding up her flame-filled abdomen. If she were to belch now, more than a few people would think she was some sort of weird dino-human-*dragon* hybrid.

[beat]

S: So then I told her, "Nora, you've got another thing coming if you think I'm really gonna-"

[fade in marching band noises coming from outside building]

S: Oh! Is it 3:30 already? I totally lost track of time there. Tyra, you still up to go see the marching bands?

X: Tyra sat back with both hands on her flanks, bulged outward from the mixture of spices and alcohol she had mindlessly gobbled down. A potent combination, to be sure. She had been gradually fading over the course of their meal, but by now, she had practically tuned out.

T: Urrrhmmmmm...

X: She pretended to give it some thought.

T: I think I'll stick around here for now, feeling kinda tired anyway.

T: I guess you could say I... uhh, lemme see... yeah, I got nothing. I'm gonna sit here in a food coma for the next few hours, aight?

S: Pff. Alright then, see ya soon.

T: See yah! I'll catch up later, promise!

X: And just like that, Sophie left. Tyra was by her lonesome for the time being. Well, as lonesome as a room full of rowdy drunkards could be.

[start playing some house music] Tyra, in her inebriated and bloated state, retired to take a breather. Booze-scented wind would enter her mouth and nostrils, only for it to blow back out from where it came. Up and down the orb swayed, matching the currently-playing house music to a nearly-perfect rhythm.

She felt so full, but... if that was truly the case, then why was her midsection still expanding so much with each breath? Her skin still had room to grow, much more, but her proneness to sleep had kicked in a half-dozen beers ago.

What was a round half-dinosaur to do? Sleep, and miss out on the full extent of this annual celebration of gluttony? Or would she go for the tap anyway, causing her fall asleep immediately afterward in front of Sophie? Decisions, decisions... then again, what was stopping her from knocking out two birds with one stone?

T: (mischevious chuckling. like "hmmmm MHM mhmhmhm" or something idk)

X: Ohhh, Tyra knew *exactly* what she was about to do. Her sights locked onto one of the beer taps in the corner of the room. The barrel stood tall- upward of 7 or 8 feet, nearly enough to touch the ceiling. Two gold-colored rings reinforced the wooden construction. While they *were* made entirely of a cheap alloy, their purpose was served well enough as to keep all of the fluid inside where it belonged. A large tap extruded from the barrel's near-base. Long, shiny, and imposing. Tyra slid herself underneath, flipped the lever into it's "open" position, and laid with her mouth poised directly underneath.

A torrent of alcoholic nectar splashed into Tyra's mouth, dripping down the sides of her cheeks as it flooded over a pair of gaped lips.  Gravity pulled a considerable amount of the flow down into the depths of her throat, constantly pumping into her stomach. Whether she wanted to or not, the multiple gallon*s*, yes, plural, of alcohol put her to sleep.

[gradually fade out flowing sfx] Her eyelids dropped like lead balloons, mind soon drifting off to her own personal fantasy land. [fade in whimsical piano ambiance] More specifically, her frolicking in a land of candy. Peppermint posts lined chocolate-filled rivers. Not unlike a certain movie she had seen as a child- all it was missing was the three-course gum. This was the life. [fade out piano ambiance, fade back in with flowing]

In the real world, the fruits of her, erm, "labors"? [resume flowing sfx] If it could even be called that- were beginning to pay off. Whereas it was previously just the pool of beer spilling off to the side, now her sloshing orb of a belly had done the same- growing too large to fit atop the rest of her abdomen. If one were to put their hand on the tautened surface of this woman who looked a few years overdue, kicking is the last thing they would feel. [quiet fizzling] Rather- a series of rapidly fizzling bubbles caused the membrane to make tiny vibrations.

Once the blob had reached her chin, it was all downhill from there. The growing mass tilted her head upward. This wouldn't be massively dangerous, if not for the fact that her bottom lip hooked onto the valve's dispenser, ensuring that the *entire* booze stream was forced into her mouth. The already unstable sphere redoubled, surging forth at a rapid pace. A crowd had began gathering around her, shouting the eternally familiar phrase: "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" Droves of bros and dudes thrust their fists into the air, glass bottles and red plastic cups in their collective grasps.

Tyra's eyes opened once more, to the sight of nothing but pink-and-red. A wall of flesh interlaced with thin stripes. Over the next few minutes, the previous hype gradually died down. In it's place, was a creeping concern over how far this was going to be taken.

1: Yo, is that chick like... alright?

2: Of couuurse, my guy! I've seen gals eat WAY more than that, without even breaking a sweat or anythin'!

1: Really?

2: Yea. There was this one girl, swear on my life, she must've downed at LEAST a gallon or 2 of soda!

1: Uhhhh...

T: (half-conscious groaning)
[LOUD gurgling]

1: I... I think that's a *little* more than a gallon.

2: Oh.

Huh.

You're right.

...

Yo, I think we oughta skedaddle outta here.

1: (deadpan) Wow, you really think so.

2: Yah, she's 'boutta blow like a tick, hahaha.

[lots of slow footsteps, a couple start running]

X: Tyra, now completely immobilized by the copious amount of fluid weighing her down, was unable to get herself off the ground, nor was she able to get her mouth off the nozzle. She winced one eye, getting ready for the worst. And just when the flow of alcohol had began to sputter dry...

[pop + really loud splashing as massive wave of liquid is released]

[fluid eventually fizzles out]

...

The entire room was soaked, and so was Tyra. With everyone else evacuated, the splattered dino woman was free to recollect and stumble out of the building, thankful most of her body had been hidden during the whole ordeal. Not out of embarrassment- she was actually quite bummed that she couldn't fully boast about it. Rather, she was more concerned about the authorities taking notice that a fleshy bomb had gone off somewhere in the venue. Tyra quickly fled the scene, catching up to Sophie, but not before drying herself off and removing the booze scent off her skin.

[parade sfx]

S: Ohhh hey Tyra! Finally back from your shut-eye?

T: Oh uh, yeah. It was a real blast.