I’m sorry, anon…

This is fridge horror in a few ways.  

@Deon Miller  
I don’t know if it’s fat…

I would love to see an animation of ponies being drenched inside her fat with some slimy sound effects. I….would….love it!

calorie  
calorie  
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STAHP

@reterusu  
I have a feeling thats not how it works.  
Grey matter is essentially everything that makes You, as a individual, up. Conform your Dna and Grey Matter to that of a eldridge abomination with the ability to sync and assimilate any physical, living grey matter like itself…  
In Lamen’s terms, she’d make it to where you would be what she’d want you to be. That means if she assimilates you inside of her body (in this case, probably with many other persons), then you’re grey matter is just… Hers. She’d know everything and anything you’d know, and i doubt, unless Thingpone has a reputation of being a caring yet horribly scary creature, she’d only use you until she feels like it.

@Background Pony #338A  
As long as you can still think on your own… And interact with the others consumed

Best Thingpone pic ever.

Would give mass, just as long as I’m not the mass being given :P

@Background Pony #34B6  
How else do you think Thingpone got so big?

@Background Pony #8C17  
Chuckles please.

@Background Pony #8C17  
This fucking story has me absolutely terrified to the core, but rocking a hard one…  
The sheer thought of assimilation fucking freaks me out to no end, slowly dying without feeling much pain and becoming almost just body fat to this Thing.  
But fucking shit, i’d like to see her be fat and round all the time.
 
… Just not including me in her mass of grey matter with my skull caving in as I become a part of her. Eugh…

“S-sure. _{please don’t engulf me like the others}”
 
“What was that Anon?” She said as her twisting, slimy, saliva drenched tongue slowly emerged from her mouth like a snake, licking and squirming on her obese, squishy chin. A predatory gleam twinkled in her eyes which shifted to catlike pupils. Suddenly, some of her obese biomass shifted from within her with a squelching sound rapidly sliding and growing into the tentacles on her back into much more intimidating and muscular appendages. These spindly, slimy tentacles grew through the air like fleshy muscular vines rapidly shooting towards Anon.
 
Anon tried to turn tail and run but the vines of flesh already began to curl around his arms and legs, sliding frictionlessly lubricated by the slime they were drenched in to glide up his limbs and wrap around them like a helix that gripped them tightly and plucked him from the ground helplessly suspending him in mid air.
 
“N-now, Thingpone think about what you are do-iffgg!!”
 
Thingpone’s tongue had shot our of her mouth like a bullet and ensnared Anon’s tongue in it’s helix grasp silencing him. Her neck lengthened like a snake to follow and she swallowed the slack of her tongue as her head approached Anon. She puckered her lips which swallowed her tentacle tongue which she followed to Anon’s lips and gave him a passionate kiss and her tongue sensually invaded Anon’s mouth. As he was distracted, the tentacles wrapped around Anon’s limbs became corrosive and converted Anon’s flesh into herself, beginning the assimilation process. The nerve endings on the edge of consumption were fed warm fuzzy feelings so Anon had no idea that his limbs were being consumed as he was preoccupied with the kiss.
 
Anon and Thingpone finished their kiss. “Wow. I did not know that’s what you felt about me Thingpone.” Suddenly Anon realized that he could not feel or move his limbs. He looked down and to his utter horror his limbs were already consumed and Thing’s tentacles were halfway done consuming his torso.
 
“Huh? Wait! Stop! Sthahh-”
 
He was suddenly cut short as his lungs were consumed, robbing him of the ability to speak. He started to tear up and cry. Thingpone reached out to wipe his eye with a hoof.
 
“Oh, don’t be like that Anon! I’ll keep that precious grey matter between your ears nice and safe inside me. I’ll let you come out from time to time. I might even form you a body if you’re good.” Anon could only make eye contact as his skull began to melt and become consumed.
 
“Night, night Anon. I’ll wake you up later.”
 
Anon was assimilated.
 
chucklefarts wuz here

This for some reason reminds me of a Necromorph from Dead Space..

@Nightweaver20xx  
Nah, dirt can be a nice addition to her biomass.

“Ah wash myself with a rag on a stick.”

I’m getting Slither flashbacks.

…My brain and libido are torn.