Chapter #4A Spaceship, of Course! by: Unknown
There was a spaceship in the animation studio. There was literally no other way to describe what Alvin was seeing. The room, which at first perspective looked rather small to Alvin as he was running down the hallway, was actually a massive hanger room, with a high vaulted ceiling supported by steel beams that contrasted with the normally wooded structure.
The spaceship looked like the classic, old-timey spaceships from the old days. The flying saucer model. A stainless metallic disk with a large bulge coming from the center on both ends, supported off the ground by (presumably) extendable shafts. There were no windows, but neon lights flickered through the metal.
clang clang clang clang clang
The banging was louder now. Alvin jumped, hand flying to his chest as he whirled around, looking everywhere – anywhere – but the strange device that offered no explanation.*
"-lo?! Hello, can you hear me?!" burbled a voice.
"Wh-what?" Alvin gasped, trying to sound as brave as he was ten minutes ago.
There was a brief pause, and then he saw it. A small piece of black piping near the wall started rattling and bulging, ink squirting between the screws. "Hello?! Paul, izzat you?!"
Paul? As in Uncle Paul?
"N-Nuh-uh!" Alvin shook his head so hard his hair whipped around and stung his cheeks. "'m Alvin!" He probably shouldn't be talking to a pipe, but the sudden change in atmosphere had him too startled and frightened to think rationally.
"Oh...Oh!" The voice sounded disappointed at first, then ecstatic. "Alvin! Alvin, you gotta get me outta here! You gotta lemme out!"
Alvin moved closer, giving a wide berth to the candles on the floor. He still refused to look at the massive spaceship in the room, and the flashy lights it illuminated onto the walls. "How?"
"There should be a wrench around here somewhere. Hurry and find it, please!"
"A...a wrench...?" Alvin mumbled. Where would he even know where to look? The place was huge, he knew that already-
CLANG
Alvin shrieked and whirled around. (Behind him, the gurgling voice yelped "What is it?!") Nothing. With a loud gulp, Alvin moved towards the door, still not looking at the metallic saucer.
A wrench was on the floor just outside, at the feet of a cardboard cutout. Alvin couldn't believe his luck! Quickly grabbing it off the floor, he ran back inside to the pipe. "I found one!"
"That was quick...Okay! Unscrew those screws for me – righty-tighty, lefty-loosie!" it added, perhaps sensing Alvin's brief confusion.
He really shouldn't be here. He should have turned and run for the exit the second he saw the spaceship – Isabelle’s ship, he realized, the exact same one from the cartoon, he barely recognized it in real life... - he should have hopped on his bike and pedaled home.
But children were curious.
Especially empathetic children who heard a voice calling for help.
The screws were a bit rusty, and the edges were caked in dried ink. When Alvin tried to unscrew it, at first all he got got for her trouble were some loud squeaks of protest, and very sore hands. But he kept trying. He grit her teeth, propped one foot against the wall, the chair he was standing on threatening to give way as he made it shake...
An Isabelle cutout fell in the doorway, almost distracting her.
Alvin paused for one moment, catching his breath and wiping his red hands on his shirt. "Okay," he grumbled. "Once more!"
He braced his foot against the wall, one hand on the pipe. He turned as hard as he could-
-the screw gave way.
With a loud cry of victory, Alvin hurriedly unscrewed it the rest of the way until it fell with a clatter that echoed around the room. "I got it!" he shouted, hopping backwards from the chair. "You-"
The rest of his sentence was lost in a loud gshshshssssh! of ink as the pipe suddenly moved. It was a bit like when the gutters broke, as the pipe suddenly swerved out diagonally, spilling ink in a thick waterfall to the floor. Alvin had to leap back to avoid getting drenched, though some of it splattered over his shoes. But that didn't matter – he just stared, transfixed and a little horrified, as finally, one large black lump was pushed from the pipe and fell with a splut to the middle of the puddle.
As Alvin was about to get a better look, the blob shuddered violently, then surged forward.
And then two long arms attached with paws stretched out of it, followed by a head of a fox...
And...this really was the only way to describe it: Isabelle pulled herself out of the ink and into the shape.
Well, no, that’s not exactly how it happened. After she climbed out of the puddle of ink, she was pure black and almost formless. After a few seconds, however, the black was replaced with the white of stretchy spandex, and her face became more defined, as well as her curves. Especially her curves.
Beneath her folded arms lay a SHELF of tit meat, each globe must have been genetically modified watermelons. Her crossed arms didn’t allow those puppies enough room, and they were visibly squashed into her chest a bit, distorting the fabric of her stretchy suit. The outline of a marvelous bra was visible under the added strain. Despite being abnormally large, the bra still appeared to be a touch too small for the busty petite before him, though it was hard to gauge with her arms in the way. Damn, she was unbelievably huge!
And her rear ended was not far behind. Each cheek was absolutely planetary, the size of beach balls on the fox’s slender frame. The mighty tush wobbled and jiggled like a pond in which a stone had been cast. The fat spheres were snugly contained within the stretchy white suit, but did nothing to hide their enormity.
She remained on her hands and knees for a bit, coughing and sputtering violently. Black drops of ink spilled from her mouth to hit the floor, which soon gave way to actual spittle, she wiped at her mouth with her arm. "Th-thank...you..." she gasped like a woman saved from drowning. "I dunno how long I've been in there..."
Alvin just stared, his eyes growing steadily wider. "I...Isabelle...?" he whispered.
"'s'me!" Isabelle looked down at him, her trademark grin appearing for a second-
-only to vanish, a cry of dismay escaping as she saw what was in front of her. “...hey” she said slowly. “You're not Paul.”
“I-I know that.” Alvin said apprehensively. “My name is Alvin, remember?”
“It’s just that…” she started to move towards him, her massive chest and backside swaying in motion with her gait. “It’s been so long, i was so sure that he would be the one to come back...and you look so much like him…”
“Y-y-you must be talking about my Uncle P-paul.” Alvin said getting more and more freaked out by the turn of events unfolding by the second. “He’s my dad's b-brother.”
“No, this isn't what was supposed to happen! Paul was supposed to help me and I-!”
Isabelle's elevated speech was slowly faded, replaced by wet coughing. Alvin cautiously approached her, reached to touch her side. He almost brushed up against her massive breast meat in the process. "Maybe...?" he whispered. "M-Maybe i could help you instead?"
Isabelle stilled. "Of course," she whispered. "I may not have who i wanted, but I do have someone to take."
"To what?"
Isabelle was already moving behind Alvin. Without waiting permission, she scooped up the thirteen year old boy in her arms – easy, since this Isabelle was much taller than Alvin himself was – and carried him against her massive globes. Like a little kid getting a piggyback.
"Don’t worry," he was saying, propping her chin on Alvin's shoulder. "I know this is a lot to take in right now, but know this--you get to help your uncle by clearing some nasty differences that had come between us. Alright, kiddo?”
"O...Okay!" Alvin's voice began apprehensive, but ended confident. She reached down to hold Alvin up better, nodding as a grim look of determination appeared on his face.
He shouldn't have been here.
He should never have come.
He should have turned and run back to his uncle's as soon as he saw the spaceship.
She shouldn't have taken those first few steps out of the room, a living breathing cartoon carrying him. ("I'm kinda glad a kid's the first friendly face I see 'round here. I always liked kids..."). He shouldn't have gotten mixed up in all of this.
But children are naturally curious  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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