Weight Gain Roleplay rules

[Batman76]

22 minutes ago, flyer33 said:

Quick bit of knowledge: mathematics... The FAT thresholds here might be a bit low (however, based on some calculations, this may be exactly as intended, and might work very well!). 

Because of the way ATHLETICISM decreases with increasing FAT, a character with initial ATHLETICS 30 would be IMMOBILISED by a FAT SCORE of 27. This is because, as FAT increases (20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, ... ), ATHLETICS decreases - under the base rules, as (30,28,26,24,22,19,16,13*, ...) with 13 being the first ATHLETICS value under half of the corresponding FAT SCORE of 27.

Among the PCs, Kayla (ATH 30, at FAT 20) would be affected, except that she has a BADONKADONK, which modifies the athletics progression to (30, 30, 30, 30, 30, 26, 22, 18, 14*), and so she'd be IMMOBILISED by a FAT SCORE of 28. Contoura's (and Aurora's) ATHLETICS "progression" would be (50, 48, 46, 44, 42, 39, 36, 33, 30, 27, 24, 20*), and she'd be IMMOBILISED by a FAT SCORE of 31.

Now, this might be as intended. Essentially, Contoura (if she indulges herself *quite a bit*) would be obliged to take BIG BONED or NATURAL ATHLETE by FAT 30 to remain mobile. And that could be about right for a knight, if by IMMOBILE one means "ineffective in combat" - because they really would have to be BIG BONED or similar, to still be any good. For the literal reading of "cannot walk under their own power," bear in mind that the ATHLETICS decrease is the dominant factor, and a FAT of 27-31 might be lower than intended for this, and a better rule for this case might be: IMMOBILE when FAT SCORE > (the higher of 35 or ATHLETICS at "ideal" weight).

Now, this depth of analysis might be over the top for a game... 

Hmm, immobile should be changed to "moves so slowly theyre useless in physical combat or mild exertion." But remember that ATHLETICS points can be recovered during weight loss even without losing weight and that they can be gained at level up. AURORA for instance has recovered all of get lost athletic points and more at her level two.

 

I need to write her actual first turn for my self last.

[boss frond]

Bonds for l'Vi, hope I'm doing this correctly.

The People United Will Never Be Defeated: l'Vi shares an immediate with any member of the Aroni diaspora, Angleblood, Devilblood or any other race, so long as they do not harbor a specific allegiance to Malin. They will not try to harm or deceive her and she cannot harm or deceive them. 

Sam damGloop: A strange and seemingly ancient (but spry) dwarf who somehow has come to live on the edges of high society in the 101 Kingdoms, Sam is an expert engineer whose talents are often in demand with those in power (although no one ever acknowledges his existence openly). Sam took an interest in the bright young l'Vi while she was a student and has always been there to offer guidance when she needed it. However, Sam seems to have strong feeder tendencies and delights in guiding l'Vi into situations where she will OVEREAT. l'Vi is aware of this but she is fond of the horny old dwarf and she does love overeating...

Lissia: Lissia is a nymph that always seems to be adventuring wherever l'Vi is studying. Lissia is very plump, bordering on OBESE. To date Lissia has been a confidant of l'Vi and a target of l'Vi's own feeder tendencies, although they do OVEREAT together. l'Vi can seek out Lissia no matter where l'Vi is and she usually finds her but every day that Lissia is around results in significant overeating for l'Vi.

 

 

[flyer33]

Oh, this is fantastic, and so many options for Connie to be torn between!

44 minutes ago, Batman76 said:

The statuesque diplomat had been in her naughtiest neglige and laid up in an immense feather bed. A most handsome, muscular and well hung noble man had been hand feeding her the yummiest black currant pastries, just like the big box she'd bought yesterday and would have to make last all week! But in the dream, Connie hadn't had to treat them as get daily reward for otherwise sticking to her diet, she'd been fed tart after tart, edging closer to orgasm to the point she'd woken up with her hands down the front of her lingerie. So vivid was the dream, Connie swore she could taste the pastry still!

*Connie has OVEREATEN in her sleep. She must roll CONSTITUTION to avoid gaining weight*

"What a delightful dream! Perhaps on the next mission," Connie mused to herself, "for now I need to get ready..."

FAST METABOLISM gives Connie ADVANTAGE to avoid weight gain. Rolls (11, 75) / CON 70. Pass.

Connie licked her lips as she waited for her servants to attend her, and savoured the delicious black currant flavour from the dream. Her flat tummy rumbled, from within her silky lingerie. She was hungry, and looked forward to a nice big breakfast. After all, in the absence of all the frost giant sized meals she'd enjoyed on her last diplomatic mission - not to mention to the immensely well-hung frost giant with a feeding fetish whom she had seduced, albeit at the cost of significant, temporary bulges being added to her figure - her firm physique gave her license to indulge without too much consequence.

"Haha!" Connie laughed happily, as her maids arrived with the fixings of a luxurious bath. "Now, what to do today?"

A new mission? Well, Connie did enjoy checking in with the Prince! But... Perhaps she would do so later. After all, Connie knew his little secret! He admired the fuller figure, and, frankly, Connie was at her least voluptuous since at least a couple of missions ago! He would, she was sure, be more appreciative if she checked in on him after she'd put a few more big breakfasts between herself and that beastly fat camp! 

Hmm. Cara or Carrie, then? It was good to see Carrie enjoying marriage to her Viscount! Connie had pinned the man for a feeder after enjoying his company at just a few diplomatic dinners. "A little more pouring cream with this extra helping of chocolate cake, Countess Contoura? Or do you prefer clotted?" He'd asked. "Why not a lashing of both, My Lord?" Connie had replied, her bosom heaving after a very filling banquet, and the man had been quite besotted. Still, as rich as he was, the Viscount had been a touch too boring for Connie - or not well enough hung, to be more precise - so she'd steered him Carrie's way. They'd hit it off famously. And, while Connie would have enjoyed helping her sister to select the best desserts, she was sure her little sister's marriage to the Viscount with a feeding fetish would only benefit if Carrie had the opportunity to stuff herself to her limit on sample-menus without Connie guzzling the lion's share... Well, so long as her fatty little sister didn't pop!

Then there was that dratted duel with Cara. Connie was a competent swordswoman, but Cara was in another league. Bah. What that skinny cousin of hers needed was a damn good feed, in the company of a sexy young knight! Hmm. Connie had an idea... She could grab her sword, and go and give Cara a quick duel. And then, if time permitted, she could use her diplomatic skills to talk Cara into attending the upcoming knightly tournament, feast, and ball... Then, with Connie to guide her, Cara could hardly help but finish the evening with a delightful trip to the bedchamber of a buff young knight. Anyway, that was if time permitted. Connie strapped herself into her combat gear, and gave her sword a few experimental swings... After all, if the duel went well, a castle was still a castle, even if a bit decrepit!

"Mmm, a feast!" Connie licked her lips, as she finished her breakfast and wiped her mouth on a napkin.

1 hour ago, Batman76 said:

An honor duel!: Connie's great grandmother has died putting her possessions, an old, decrepit castle, the family's prize winning vineyard and taxes from the Abbey of the Sisters of Earthly Delight up for grabs! Connie will have to fight a non-lethal honor duel against her cousin Cara, an actual soldier and a whip thin demoness with a blade! Luckily the fresh from fat camp Connie is in her tip top shape, right? And even if she loses, well an old castle is still a castle. Even if it is rumored to be haunted by the ghost of great aunt who died of shame after ripping a corset during a royal ceremony...(ROLL ATHLETICS)

ATHLETICS: 70. Fail. 

[Batman76]

13 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said:

Alright, the dog was squealing, I gotta wake up at 4:20 tomorrow, but I finished my character sheet! I was also gonna draw her too, but that'll have to wait. Might as well draw the other characters too 🤔 Also I love how everyone's characters are extensions of their own writing styles haha

Name: Kayla

Race: Dark Elf

Class: Wizard, Spell types (at start): nature, illusion. 

Age: 30

Height: 5 feet, 5 inches

Starting Weight: 110 lbs

Current Weight: 110 lbs

Hit points: 8 (I think)

ATHLETICS: 40-10=30

CONSTITUTION: 50-15-20=15

INTELLIGENCE: 45+10+20=75

WILLPOWER: 65+10+5=80

CHARISMA:  30+10=40

FAT-FETISH    1/.  NORMIE: 20

FAT POINTS: 20, Normal. 6 lbs per Fat Point

FAT FEATS: Size Unaware, Badonkadonk.

Description: Hailing from an isolated forest village in the Dominion of the Beautiful, Kayla was always a prodigy amongst her backwoods kin. A near-perfect memory and a lust for books aroused her hunger for ever-more knowledge and magical power. Naturally, she bored of village life quickly, and ventured west towards the large human cities and their famed universities – but not before swiping her family heirloom (minor) from the fireplace mantle, a plain, yet foreign dagger for her own protection.

Kayla’s lust for knowledge eclipses her lust for flesh and food. Being surrounded by village dotards all her life, she craves something more, be that riches, fame, power, or perhaps all of it – but certainly not men or something stupid like that. She is as proud of her slender, superior figure as she is of her genius, and would prefer to feed her eyes rather than her mouth. Indeed, she finds herself forgetting a meal or two throughout the day.

Her travels have taken her to the humid League of Republics, where she has found sprawling, human cities filled with as many new sights and splendours for her to ponder as they were filled with reeking refuse. Nearly penniless, she holds her head aloft, confident in her abilities. Soon it would all be hers. Her juvenile, elvish mind could picture it now: a mass of mortal men, bowing before her perfectness as she reclined comfortably upon a throne overlooking the entire cityscape. With the help of magic, anything was possible.

Kayla thought of having a hundred thousand pleasure slaves at her beck and call but was shaken from contemplating her eventual power by the city she would one day own. 

The dark skinned wizard was used to the woods and small villages, but this town had tens of thousands of people in it's walls! More than enough to up set her sensitive elf nose and ears with their scents and sounds. When she owned everything, Kayla would institute better sewers and noise pollution for sure!

But that was for tomorrow. Kayla hadnt come to this city at random after all! This was Red Port, one of the southern most republics and only a hop and a skip away from the lush southern continent. Kayla had spent most of her coin on a disgusting human ship ride here so she could...

PICK ONE: 

Join a pirate crew to earn fortune and glory!: Tessa Red-Wing, an angel blooded pirate with crimson feathered wings pays a high bounty for any magicians to join her crew. She apparently goes through Sorceresses quite quickly but Kayla will surely evade whatever fate claimed those vain, empty headed fools once she joins the crew of the "Maiden Buster!" She just needs to show off her skills... (Roll INTELLIGENCE) 

Gain political power! The new Duke of the city is recruiting for his harem. Kayla may not care for her assuredly gorgeous elven looks much but knows she will stand out among the flabby, ugly human competition! Soon she'll have the Duke wrapped around her finger and rule this island with an iron fist! (ROLL CHARISMA)

Attain ancient power! Red Ports jungle interior is home to many ancient ruins rumored to hide vast magical artifacts, gold in piles and ancient arcane power! Kayla is too join an adventuring party heading into the jungle, meeting them at a human eatery...(Roll WILLPOWER to avoid overeating and CONSTITUTION if failed)

Find a lost master: Abigail Featherweight was an elf wizard who fought harder than any against the rise of Queen Saree. She escaped when the fight was lost and is rumored to be in Red Port. Kayla doesn't care much about politics that don't put her in charge but Abigail is rumored to be training apprentices at a magic school disguised as a bakery of all things!? If Kayla can find and impress her, she could grow even more powerful! (Roll WILLPOWER to avoid overeating, CONSTITUTION if failed. INTELLIGENCE to impress Abigail)

[Batman76]

11 hours ago, boss frond said:

I had SO MUCH FUN with this. I rolled some pretty crazy attributes and now have one weird wizard.

 

Name: l'Vi O'Se

Race: Angel Blooded

Class: Wizard

Age: 31

Height: 5'5''

Weight:120

Hit points: 33

ATHLETICS: 80-15+5: 70

CONSTITUTION: 80-20+5:65

INTELLIGENCE: 80+20+5:105

WILLPOWER: 21+5+5:31

CHARISMA:  80+5: 85,

FAT-FETISH:   78/.  NORMIE: 85

FAT POINTS: 20, Normal. 6 lbs per Fat Point

FAT FEATS: Hedonistic Hottie, All in the Gut.

l'Vi O'Se (luh-VEE uh-SHAY) is a young Angleblood hailing from the small island of Aron in the League of Republics. She has very pale skin, silver white hair and ice-y blue eyes.

Although Aron is largely populated by Anglebloods it has long been essentially a Malin colony.

Historically Aroni Anglebloods and Devilbloods worked together to resist Malin influence, however in the recent decades Malin has encouraged Aroni Devilbloods to view themselves as Malinian, elevating them to positions of power in Aroni society and creating a deep rift in the Aroni people. Many Aroni Devilbloods terrorize their Angelblood counterparts forcing them grow Cocoa and work dairy farms for their Malinian overlords.

l'Vi and her  father was forced to flee Aron when she was a baby due to her parents involvement with the movement to create an independent Republic of Aron. Her mother was executed for the crime of teaching the Aroni language to children. They fled, not to Venija where the Aroni are viewed as a bit of an embarrassment, but to the 101 Kingdoms where there is a network of Aroni refugees working to build support for their independence.

l'Vi showed preternatural intelligence from a young age and was quickly recognized by agents of the Empress a special talent. She was afforded access to the best schools in the 101 Kingdoms (unheard of for an Aroni), and has recently finished a stint studying magic at one of the finest Institutions in the Venijan capitol, a trip also financed by the Empress. She has just arrived at the court of the Red Empress to begin the lifelong service upon which her education was predicated. Although she is extremely young she already has a growing reputation as one of the finest magical scholars in the known world. However her practical talents remain altogether untested.

l'Vi is a very strange young woman. Unusually fit for a wizard but lacking in the willpower one would expect in such an accomplished young scholar. Learning comes so easily to her that she can afford to be flighty. She has a ravenous appetite for all pleasures of the flesh and delights in her large breasts and round bottom. Although she comes from a poor background she has spent her life rubbing shoulders with the lower bits of the upper levels of society. She came to admire, and even lust after the round-bellied beauties she found herself rooming with at her numerous prestige boarding academies. Her more traditionally appealing figure meant she never lacked for a hunky beau either and she never minded that one bit. And yet... she still found she got more, ahem, satisfaction, out of late night binges with her roomies-with-benifts, than she did wrestling with her buff boyfriends (not she didn't like that too...).

l'Vi once harbored dreams of triumphantly returning to Aron and helping to set her people free. As she has gained wisdom she knows that it will take far more than one person to set right the wrongs visited upon her people (and there may be far more to the political situation in Aron than young l'Vi is aware of). She does hope that she might one day gain enough influence to bring the full influence of the 101 Kingdoms to bear on Malin, but she knows that she has a long way to go in that regard. For now she is taking things as they come and looking forward to the adventures that await her in the court of the Red Empress.

 

The dwarf-made cockerell golem set atop the highest tower in the Red Palace greeted the dawn with a great, booming crow that could be mistakable for an artilllery barrage. While servants who worked the labrinthian palace kitchens and colossal laundry had been up for hours, it was a signal for the courtiers, functionaries, nobles, mages and hangers on in the court of the Red Empress, Theona, that now was the time to get their lazy butts out of bed and be about their business, lest their many rivals pull ahead of them. One woman who met many of those functions slid out of her small bed with a large yawn, followed by the silken rasp of feathers on satin as she stood.

I"Vi stood, flexing her wings and running her pale fingers over her mostly naked body. The smooth passage over her pale skin was interrupted only by the bumps of her ribs and a faint bulge of as yet undigested food at her belly. The wizard smiled as she perfectly recalled the vast binge she'd had the night before at a minor fete hosted by the dozens of other young spell casting women at the palace who acted as courtiers, agents and minor officials for the Red Empress and her family. I"Vi had danced with several rather hunky knights (her pale hair, beautiful wings and slender figure, especially her tiny waistline always drawing attention from anyone she wanted). The tight press of their muscled bodies as she danced them to exhaustion one after the other was enough to make the blood rush downwards at the memory, but had also cast a pale blue eye at the other flowers of the court.

Most of them had been sorceresses, with a few knights, and mostly human with a scattering of elves, a couple Devil Bloods and Angel Bloods, and a singular giant over twice I"Vi's height and six times her weight. Save for the elves and giant, they were also all younger than the athletic wizard, Angelbloods aging a bit slower, and many of them were at court to find a husband as quickly as possible as much as to serve their Empress and advance in her service. The young noble women were dressed to the nines and gorgeous: perfectly applied make up, hair either pinned up into towering curls or let loose to swing near their butts, and clad in either the absolutely tightest, slinkiest, most leg and bust showing dresses they could afford for the sorceresses or in tiny micro skirts and belly bearing chain mail bras to show off muscled legs and waists for the female knights. And while I"Vi had been appreciative of their charms, mostly she'd noticed that these girls could eat.

The Red Empress' vast income gave a sizeable catering menu to her palace and as it ruled over petty kingdoms both chubby chasing and fatophobic, the high court lacked the strict weight restrictions other courts in the 101 Kingdoms did beyond catty comments, it had the best food I"Vi had ever seen. The buffet had been big and vibrant, ranging from roast boar to Elven soy soup to Nymph-Fruit brought from the southern continent at great cost. And the other mage Ladies in Waiting had dug in with gusto, explaining to I"Vi immediately why many those over 20 (about 2/3rds) didn't show their midriffs and were clearly wearing corsets. Every one of them had mentioned that they were on some diet or another and that this was a cheat day.

"Strange that all those diets allow you to stuff yourself sick," I"Vi smiled to herself, rubbing the food bulge on her normally paper flat waist, "the extra pounds looked great on them, I can't imagine why they'd want to lose an ounce. I'd love to be able to feel what having a cute little tummy pooch is like, but flying around burns so many calories. Still, I out gorged all of them but that Frost Giant girl. This job is going to be a lot more fun than I thought..."

I"Vi overate last night. Roll CONSTITUTION TO RESIST GAINING 1 LB!

"But I can't sit around thinking of eating all day. Today is busy, I'll need too..." the athletic wizard mused to herself...

Investigate the "Dummy Thick Curse": Word that the Malin sorceress circles were gathering power to perform some sort of mass spell has gotten out. What this might be no one knows for sure, but what she knew of given the vengeful nature of the once wasp wasted Devilish sorceresses, I"Vi guessed it would have something to do with making wizards fat. And not just making someone fatter, but wrecking their ability to use magic, just as the sorceresses powers had been damaged by going from willowy to whopping by the introduction of chocolate. I"Vi would do some research in the massive magical libraries of the Red Palace to figure out how this could be done...(ROLL INTELLIGENCE)

Meet with the Princess Simone: While the Red Empress Theona rules the court and is I"Vi's employer, someone as lowly as a new wizard doesn't report immediately to the Empress herself. Especially as the Empress has declared recently she will be attempting to conceive another daughter, her 51st, and spending all time not spent at major social events in her harem. Much of the day to day running of the Empire is in the hands of her two oldest daughters; a pair of twins, Simone is a devil blood and Ravenna an Angel blood and how that was managed no on knows. A near albino, Simone is the more cautious and unimaginative of the daughters, pushing traditional policies of stability, land trade and peace, as well as a cautious peace with the Dominion of the Beautiful. She is the more responsible sister, having eschewed a family of her own in favor of endless loyal service to their mother since she was a teenager. Nearly 300 years old and looking barely 25,  the powerful sorceress has called on a flying meeting with I"Vi. Which the devil born might need, I"Vi had met her at the party and Simone was about to pop out of her corset, on the borderline of curvy and down right chunky! (Roll ATHLETICS)

Meet with the Princess Ravenna: Or had it been Princess Ravenna who had requested a meeting? Like her pale sister she is a sorceress, but Ravenna has black feathered wings, black hair, tan skin and huge golden eyes that faintly glow. Ravenna is the wild party girl of the sisters, having taken up responsible government rolls only fifty years ago after more than two centuries of hedonistic excess. All the sex, drugs, booze and excess being the daughter of the most powerful woman alive could get her fuel old rumors that Ravenna has had several fatty periods in her life, particularly during crash marriages with rich nobility resulting in pregnancies when she was too ** or high to use birth control. That she'd once been four hundred pounds, unable to fly and barely able to walk, with hair gone gray due to being unable to even boil water with bereft powers is the rumor, but how that fits with the absolutely fatless, angular woman of barely 20 years I"Vi met last night doesn't make sense. Whether she'd been too fat to fly at one point or not, Ravenna' changed her ways fifty years ago, rejoining the court and becoming head of a large faction based around the large land holdings and clan of descendants her trysts have given her and earning again her mother's trust, despite pushing unorthodox policies of sea trade, territorial expansion and a more muscular foreign policy. A few years ago, the Angel Blood had lead the eastern army to a great victory over the Dominion of the Beautiful's crusading host, saving many hundreds of elven refugees. Ravenna has asked I"Vi to a brunch meeting today... (Roll WILLPOWER to resist OVEREATING

Eat a very, very big breakfast and bathe: Before she did anything else, I"Vi needed breakfast and a long bath. She'd flown for days from the Republics to arrive here and her back was sore, her wings tired and her reserves emptied. Plus, the food here was damn great based on last night, and the thought of being around all those appealing ladies in waiting pigging in their PJs out at the ** breakfast table their massive, barracks like hall shared was quite appealing. Especially as they'd all be bathing together afterwards, who knew what could happen when bellies were full, bodies were wet and doors were closed? (Roll WILLPOWER to avoid OVEREATING, roll CONSTITUTION if that fails. Roll CHARISMA to convince NPCs to overeat and relax!)

 

 

[>_< 0_0]

1 hour ago, Batman76 said:

PICK ONE: 

Attain ancient power! Red Ports jungle interior is home to many ancient ruins rumored to hide vast magical artifacts, gold in piles and ancient arcane power! Kayla is too join an adventuring party heading into the jungle, meeting them at a human eatery...(Roll WILLPOWER to avoid overeating and CONSTITUTION if failed)

Kayla sniffed disapprovingly as she passed a cluster of chickens in the narrow city street, her nostrils quivering at the overwhelming stench of old feathers and mud.

"To think that anyone thought that keeping animals in the city was a good idea!" she sighed as she sidestepped a suspiciously murky puddle. "These mortals are just as simple as the dotards I left behind! Well... it will be child's play to fix their earthly qualms. Just the very mention of city planning should earn me a position as bailiff or quartermaster or whatever titles these round-eared people call themselves... but where to begin? Who do I talk to?"

It was a good question, especially for a former village-dweller who's life experience consisted mainly of poring over any scrap of reading she could find. In fact...

"Ah! A newsboard!" Kayla spotted the wooden structure the moment it came into view. She barely managed to suppress her happy skipping into a more suitable, mature stride as she approached the board and leaned close to read the lettering. "Sorceress needed on the Maiden Buster... well, I'm not a sorceress and I'm definitely too mature to to be a maiden! What else is there... the Duke is seeking new members for his harem... ew?" Kayla wrinkled her nose. "What kind of woman would sell her life to a duke -- I will be a duke! No wait... a duchess! Yes. And soon. But all in due time..."

There were more choices than she thought possible, and she leaned closer to the board in her search for glory, her slender back arching as her eyes scanned every letter for delicious knowledge. The world around her faded into her subconscious, her mind fully-ensnared by the scrawled letters and royal decrees. So immersed was she, that she didn't realize she was blocking the view of several townsmen, all trying to edge past her protruding hips to take a gander at the newsboard themselves.

"...Abigail Featherweight... that's a funny name!" Kayla caught herself giggling, but stiffened when she finally realized there were others watching. Her mind returned to reality, and daydreams of wealth and might melted away, leaving behind a very young, very introverted elven girl. "O-oh," she suppressed a stutter. "Excuse me -- I mean..." she straightened herself, tugging lightly at her belt as authoritatively as possible. "Now be patient! I'm in the middle of important business, and must not be... disturbed. Yes. Do not disturb a wizard, if you are wise, for I shall hex whomever I please! Begone!"

Fortunately, the somewhat burly-looking townsmen who had been near her had moved-on willingly -- or rather, they had read what they needed and walked away, as if they couldn't hear the dainty dark-elf with her hands on her hips. Kayla swooned with pride at her success, though she also sighed with relief. Maybe I should speak louder and more firmly, a part of her mused. No matter. If they leave, all the better! Now, on to business...

Returning to the board, Kayla's eyes rested upon a newer letter, posted upon the far corner of the board. It's script was in large, bold letters, practically screaming for her attention.

"Attain ancient power?" she cocked one hip and rested her arm between her hand and cheek. "...vast magical artifacts? Piles of gold?" her bosom swelled with joy and her mouth broke into a grin. "An adventuring party in need of more hands? Why, it's perfect! No doubt they're all dim-witted thugs in desperate need of magical support. A suitable expedition for me to begin my quest to power!"

Kayla's hips squirmed with excitement as she continued to read the letter for further instructions. At last, her dreams would be coming to fruition! Long, hard journeys on foot would give way to lucrative adventure and ever-increasing wealth and knowledge! It seemed that she had to meet the hiring party at a nearby eatery.

"Simple enough!" Kayla bounced slightly as she turned away from the newsboard, at last. "And it gives me the perfect excuse to eat a snack. I did forget to eat today, after all... hold on," she probed one of the front pockets of her trousers. "How much money do I have left, again? Hmm..."

(Bond: Spare Crowns: Rolled 4, 19,18. 19/2=10 Crowns)

Kayla's lips pursed as she realized she could afford to eat whatever she pleased. There was no doubt in her mind that her life would go nowhere but up from now on.

WILLPOWER: 33 PASS! (eheheh u can't get dirty dark elf so easily! Her ambition knows no bounds!)

[boss frond]

1 hour ago, Batman76 said:

Eat a very, very big breakfast and bathe: Before she did anything else, I"Vi needed breakfast and a long bath. She'd flown for days from the Republics to arrive here and her back was sore, her wings tired and her reserves emptied. Plus, the food here was damn great based on last night, and the thought of being around all those appealing ladies in waiting pigging in their PJs out at the ** breakfast table their massive, barracks like hall shared was quite appealing. Especially as they'd all be bathing together afterwards, who knew what could happen when bellies were full, bodies were wet and doors were closed? (Roll WILLPOWER to avoid OVEREATING, roll CONSTITUTION if that fails. Roll CHARISMA to convince NPCs to overeat and relax!)

 

 

“this job is going to be a lot more fun than I thought…”

l’Vi turned to the ornate full-length mirror opposite the windows in her modest chambers. “Modest” being the most relative of terms. These were by far the most opulent accommodations the young Angleblood had ever experienced.  And by far the most… red. Red window dressings, red bedspread, a red canopy looming over the redwood four poster bed, red carpet beneath her feet… The walls were paneled with redwood, thank the heavens they weren’t painted red as well. Nevertheless, it all seemed a bit on the nose. Perhaps meant to impose a sense of the Empresses’ authority on new courtiers.

Admiring her large-for-her-figure breasts and her pert round bottom peaking out between her wings, l’Vi turned to the side to survey her still bloated tummy. She frowned as it did not even reach past her breasts. Closing her eyes she imagined having a soft, perfectly round potbelly looming over her underthings like her treasured friend Lissia.

Lissia… visions of the beautiful nymph leapt into l’Vi’s mind. Her green-tinged skin the color of bamboo just before it matures… Her long wavy hair, auburn at their last meeting, falling over her shoulders and onto her engorged breasts… Her large spherical belly and think love handles squeezing over her too-tight woven grass skirt… l’Vi imagined herself with a belly just as big and round and soft pressing against Lissia’s gut as l’Vi leans in to feed the nymph another fattening confection…

A knock at the door roused l’Vi from her reverie.

“You better be awake O’Se!”

Shit! What was Sam doing here… surely he isn't allowed run of the ladies dormitory... and thank the angles she had locked door. Her left hand had drifted to her sex while her right hand massaged her non-existent belly.

“I’m awake you old busybody!”

“Well hurry along! Might be hot shit with your dusty, hunchbacked bookworms, but yer a nobody here! A threatening nobody! The worst kind! You’ve got to stay focused little missy!”

She sighed to herself. He was right of course. She had to stay on task. Trouble was, she hadn’t been given one. She had arrived yesterday afternoon, eaten an obscenely large meal and promptly fell asleep. She was awakened from her nap by some stressed-out servant babbling that she had to get herself ready for the dinner last night.  

She knew she ought to at least begin looking into the so-called ‘Dummy Thicc Curse” she had heard whispers of in Venija. And she should probably try to get an audience with someone of at least minor importance… But after that little fantasy she was not going to be able to get a single thing done until she had gorged herself or pleasured herself and she wasn’t about pleasure herself with Sam outside the door.

Being a wizard and being beautiful she could get away with wearing nothing but a rather simple red robe, at least to breakfast. Wizarding robes could be complicated, and wizarding robes for Angelbloods even more so as they had their wings to contend with but l’Vi expertly slipped into hers and flung the door open to greet Sam.

“I must have breakfast, I am FAMISHED.”

l’Vi looked around with a start. The hallway was empty. Of, course it was. This was exactly the sort of stupid game Sam loved to play just to piss her off. “Whatever,” she thought, “I’ll deal with him when I’ve filled up this pathetic little tummy… Maybe I can play a few games with these young lasses as well..."

ROLLS:

CONSTITUTION, for last night's binge: 46, Pass

WILLPOWER, for breakfast: 48, Fail.

CONSTITUTION, for breakfast 24, Pass.

CHARISMA, for breakfast, 89, Fail!!

Damn !!

Also, thank you! This is so fun. I'm happy to do quite a bit of writing to keep things interesting!

 

[boss frond]

Here's a little background on Sam. I figure this will be the most fun if we all contribute (a bit) to filling out the cast of characters so that it doesn't all fall on Batman76. Although let me know if you disagree.

 

If you were to ask Sam damGloop what his official title was he would likely point at a bird in a tree behind you and say,

“What’s his official title then?”

And then smack you in the back of the head when you’d turned to look. Nine times out of ten Sam wouldn’t even be there when you’d turned back around to protest.

He is an unusual looking dwarf, although he is fond of pointing out that most of the people who know him don’t know any other dwarves. Just over 3 feet tall with heavily muscled forearms and a weather-beaten wrinkled face Sam wears his white hair closely cropped. He sports an overgrown set of whiskers about the length of his hair and huge bushy white mustache. He wears an eyepatch over his right eye and has a distinctive X shaped scar on his left cheek. His large ears and nose give some hint as to his extremely advanced age, but he is vigorous and light on his feet. His manner is gruff and most every noble at court fears him, although none would ever be seen with him in the first place. If you were a thoughtful noble, upon deeper consideration you might realize that you have never actually seen Sam talking to anyone else at court and that perhaps Sam doesn’t want to be seen talking with you. Or with anyone for that matter. The simple fact is that he seems to know everyone and that everyone seems to owe him something.

He is however, extremely sweet in his own way with the small number of persons at court he considers to be enlightened. To them he is fond of referring to himself as a Mathematical Magician or a Doctor of Applied Witchcraft, although this is not particularly illuminating. He acts as sort of a wise monk figure, cloaking most of his best advice in parable and leaving his meaning to the listener.

[Batman76]

On 9/21/2020 at 12:32 PM, Batman76 said:

An  pc:

Name: Aurora

Race: Giant (Frost)

Class: Sorceress, Spell types: charming, Destruction, healing, weight. 

Age: 99

Height: 12 feet, 2 inches

Weight: 609 lbs, next fat point at 636

Hit points:15

ATHLETICS: 20+5+15:40

CONSTITUTION: 30+10-10:30.

INTELLIGENCE: 40-10: 30

WILLPOWER: 60-15-20: 25

CHARISMA:  50+20+5: 75,

FAT-FETISH   67 /.  NORMIE: 75

FAT POINTS: 20, Normal. 28 lbs per Fat Point

FAT FEATS: stress eater, small frame.

Description: Aurora is a young frost giant sorceress. She left her clan to learn human magic to help stem the tide of weight hitting her people, settling on sorceress due to her weak willpower and intelligence. For a frost giant she is short and skinny, for now, with a very slender, graceful build complimented by her light blue skin, black hair and hazel eyes.  She has joined the court of the Red Empress, her exotic beauty and magical prowess earning her a spot as a junior sorceress in training under Princess Simone and many suitors eager to test a woman who can crush a great helm between her thighs whilst having a dainty figure.

Unfortunately Aurora is quite naive and unaware she had earned just as many enemies jealous of her good looks and seeming ability to eat without consequence. In truth Aurora has less resistance to gain than a normal frost giantess, she just needs to eat so much more than a human for the pounds to stick and gain so much more for it to show.

The Empress daughter Simone is trying to look out for her trainee but knows several of her sister Ravennas followers are among the young giants suitors. Simone might use her as a honey **, send her to accompany adventurers to look for the lost crown to restore her ailing mother or send the sorceress into her mother's seraglio to find the source of the feederism taint afflicting it. As she fills in for her mother at banquets, Simone is also tempted to use Aurora as a dumpster for the excess piling about her own waist.

 

Aurora is a sweet, personable and somewhat naive young giant. Tiny and weak by giant standards, she enjoys being in a place where most people don't come past her belly button and where there's so much food. She still worships traditional frost giant pantheon but wears the fashionable dresses, high heels and jewelry of a human sorceresd. She has a large number of friends and an even larger amount of "friends". Aurora is participating in several difficult sorcery classes, attending her mistress Simone and acting as an agent to her, being courted by 18 knights and training to compete in the upcoming grand tournaments associated beauty pageant. The heavy work schedule is getting at the naturally sweet girl, leading her to make mistakes on the difficult classes or with the intricate ceremonial strip teases needed for the pageant. She tends to find solace in food, particularly the frequent feasts but has begun munching during the day after confusing one suitor for another in bed. When the weight comes, and it will soon, it will hit her delicate features hard.

The same golem cockerel that awoke I"Vi awoke another of the Empress' Ladies in waiting.

"Ugghhhh, morning already?" Aurora yawned to herself, fingers the size of clubs wiping sleep from her eyes, "I swear I just went to bed a moment ago..."

She stretched her bare body out, in these lowlands it was far too warm to sleep with covers or clothing on. Slender and dainty, the fine bones of the sorceress' ribs, hips and collarbone showed, her only real curve that between hip and rib, while her thigh gap was wide enough for a man's head to pass through without his ears touching her legs! That put a grin across her delicate pixieish face, the amount of men on display here was quite terrific, even if none of them touched ten or even eight feet! Most Frost Giant boys were kept locked away due to their rarity, in memory of old days when tribes would raid each other for fertile males, but here she saw handsome muscular man after pretty, delicate boy gaping at her as if she was the rarity!

"I love living in human lands," she giggled, rolling her twelve foot body out of bed and upon standing immediately whacking her black haired head against the sealing, cracking the plaster!

"Except for that part, ugh, I hope I get promoted to Vested Maid soon so I can get a room with a taller ceiling!" she whined, casting a healing spell on herself to heal the goose egg she was getting through her black locks, "I was lucky they enlarged my bed!"

The palace had accepted Aurora sight unseen based on a diplomatic treaty with her grandmother, the Jarless, but hadn't realized they'd be getting an actual giant instead of a human being trained to work for giants until Aurora had strolled up Princess Simone, the sweetest and most angelic girl Aurora had ever met, had graciously enlarged the tiny bed Aurora had been given, letting it fit her 12 foot 2 inch, 608lb frame after she'd looked at its original tiny size and cried. But while her bed, make up table, dresser, mirror and stool had been improved enough to take the weight of her body, the rest of the palace remained designed for humans. It was so strange to think of, but after a life time of being probably the mousiest, weakest and tiniest girl anyone knew, unable even to throw a hundred pound rock a hundred yards, she was now twice the height of the next woman and stronger than any man!

The youngest of the family by 70 years, Aurora was used to being looked down on. Back home, all of her sisters and cousins and aunts and mother had always crowded her out of the dinner table because she'd already been small and scrawny to start with, a runt two feet shorter than most of her hulking, tall for giant's kin. Aurora claimed that was why she'd never gotten all of the muscle her more martial sisters had bulked up with in their 80s and 90s. That Aurora also hadn't gotten the beefy thighs and soft meade tummies most shield maidens grew after basic training didn't occur to her. Food in giant society was simple, you grew up on great grandmas' stories from 700 years back where it was clan against clan in the icy cold and you had to eat your wooly mammoth raw before an ice drake stole it, and thanked Odin, Freya and Thor that she'd helped drive the dwarves from the nice warm citadel you now lived in and let you have all this tasty human food. So eat up and grow big and strong!

Here, Aurora was the biggest and the strongest! Yes she had to crouch frequently to avoid hitting her head or go through doors, and had to go nearly on hands and knees to fit through her bedroom door, but being so big and strong was so thrilling! Even better, not only did she get as much food as she wanted, people would gather around and watch her eat, even placing bets!

Aurora didn't realize that all of that food she'd gobbled down over the past half a year had had an effect. 608lbs she might weigh now but she'd only been 560 when she'd showed up, an absolute blue bean pole of a girl near literally starving after a long walk through human lands. Not that she knew as no scale in the whole Red Palace went up that high. Partly it was because giants still didn't culturally grasp you could get fat from overeating and partly it was because Aurora had handily won this gorgeous brooch that made whatever she pinned it in fit her perfectly, which was the main reason she could trade clothes with girls a sixth her weight and half her height. and partly it was because Aurora felt she looked just as lean as the slimmest human girls her relative age. That those slim beauties who stayed slim were on strict diets and exercise programs, and those beauties who weren't so slim would aspire to eat as much as Aurora didn't even click in her pretty head.

Aurora gains 1 pound, up to 609lbs.

No, the sorceress was more confident in her good looks here than she'd ever been at home. Especially as men thought she was exotic and sexy, even though she'd broken a couple of feet by accident during dancing she'd already kissed nearly twenty of them and done more with several others! And she had so many good friends here, almost to many to remember!

There was Katie, a black haired 25 year old who wasn't just a vested maid but a senior maid who got to be in charge of like, her own group of girls and was so gracious she let Aurora do all of her cleaning work and the work of the other three girls too even though Aurora was a clutz! And Jessine, a super pretty redheaded girl with the biggest eyes and the biggest boobs who was always so sweet by letting Aurora carry all of her stuff! Then there was Hannah, a blonde girl who was almost a genius because she knew like every boy in the palace and let Aurora copy her notes in theory class and taught her about dancing, even though Aurora kept having to heal her foot.

"I'm the strongest girl in this entire building," she mused to herself, flexing a bicep that didn't rise one inch, "...maybe not relatively but still! And soon to be the most magically powerful and seductive sorceress!"

She imagined herself, being lauded by her family as she returned and saved them all from the softening plague over taking the clans one by one...until she realized how damn busy the day was, her blue eyes widening almost black!

"Oh no, today is so busy and I almost got tipsy from those three barrels of wine at the feast for the new girl!" Aurora squeaked, "Okay, focus girl today you've got to..."

Watch the household knights train: The Red Empress had risen to power with her cadre of mounted sorceresses, ever since all female members of her court had to master equestrian skills and the use of the blade. An exception was made for Aurora, (who's legs were too long for her to sit on the horse and she was too heavy anyway), letting her just watch the riding. Which was pretty nice as so many boys came over to flirt with her! They were always asking for favors from her, like sleeves or stockings or bras to the point she'd left her last "lesson" in just her petticoat. Sir Typhus had even offered to teach her how to use swords! ROLL CHARISMA and ATHLETICS

Pass a lesson: The whole point of Aurora coming here had been to learn magic and while it turned out she was really good at casting it, she was less good at figuring out how it worked and why. So she was in a theory class taught by Lady Tiffany, a hundred year old sorceress who didn't look a day over a human thirty even though she was kinda...chubby. It was such a tough class and Aurora had trouble keeping up because her note book was so small...and studying was so boring...Roll Intelligence

Practice for the tournament: the Red Empress' Grand tournament was coming up at some point, no one was quite certain. But everyone was so excited for it! Especially Aurora as she'd decided to enter the Queen of Love Contest...well before finding out it was an intense competition that required performing a representative fertility strip dance flawlessly, a bikini talent contest and the recitation of an epic poem describing the Red Empress' greatest victory in a mostly dead language Aurora didn't speak! Her friends, and fellow competitors, said she was a shoe in and had no need to practice but the coach Princess Simone had set her up with said she needed a lot of work on her lap dancing, crowd voice and really needed to watch her "core definition" if she was going to wear a bikini in public due to her being what the coach called "Skinny fat". ROLL ATHLETICS

Present military Awards and flirt at a banquet: Theona understood that military men may fight for queen and country but a pretty good is pretty good too. One of the household battalions just back from a border skirmish frontier tour was getting a medal for valor to the Red Empress pinned to his first chest and lucky Aurora was selected to pin it on there! And then there'd be a very nice dance with a lot of cute boys and banquet... Roll Athletics, (Roll Willpower, at disadvantage, to avoid Overeating. If that fails, roll Constitution at Disadvantage) Roll CHARISMA

"But first I need to eat breakfast ..." she mused to herself, sliding on a pair of flag sized under garments and pausing at seeing her belly was a bit bloated from the night before, "Hmmm...maybe drinking three barrels of wine was a bad idea last night, maybe I should rein it in a little bit even if the food is so good. I wouldn't want a meade gut like my sister has..."

(Roll Willpower, at disadvantage, to avoid Overeating. If that fails, roll Constitution at Disadvantage)

Willpower: first 19, second 56. FAIL.

Constitution: 82, 19. FAIL.

'On the other hand I'm starving and today is such a long day..." Aurora decided, pinning her brooch on a tiny human shift and pulling it on after it expanded.

[Batman76]

25 minutes ago, boss frond said:

Here's a little background on Sam. I figure this will be the most fun if we all contribute (a bit) to filling out the cast of characters so that it doesn't all fall on Batman76. Although let me know if you disagree.

 

If you were to ask Sam damGloop what his official title was he would likely point at a bird in a tree behind you and say,

“What’s his official title then?”

And then smack you in the back of the head when you’d turned to look. Nine times out of ten Sam wouldn’t even be there when you’d turned back around to protest.

He is an unusual looking dwarf, although he is fond of pointing out that most of the people who know him don’t know any other dwarves. Just over 3 feet tall with heavily muscled forearms and a weather-beaten wrinkled face Sam wears his white hair closely cropped. He sports an overgrown set of whiskers about the length of his hair and huge bushy white mustache. He wears an eyepatch over his right eye and has a distinctive X shaped scar on his left cheek. His large ears and nose give some hint as to his extremely advanced age, but he is vigorous and light on his feet. His manner is gruff and most every noble at court fears him, although none would ever be seen with him in the first place. If you were a thoughtful noble, upon deeper consideration you might realize that you have never actually seen Sam talking to anyone else at court and that perhaps Sam doesn’t want to be seen talking with you. Or with anyone for that matter. The simple fact is that he seems to know everyone and that everyone seems to owe him something.

He is however, extremely sweet in his own way with the small number of persons at court he considers to be enlightened. To them he is fond of referring to himself as a Mathematical Magician or a Doctor of Applied Witchcraft, although this is not particularly illuminating. He acts as sort of a wise monk figure, cloaking most of his best advice in parable and leaving his meaning to the listener.

This really seems like a great npc

[>_< 0_0]

Note on Kayla: she hates chocolate 🍫 she LOATHES chocolate 😡 ever since she suffered the years of teasing by the chubby, village bully (who chewed the foreign delicacy like it were ground tobacco leaves), she associates the candy with the bully’s swollen gut and pendulous underarms, both of which served to pin her against walls while she tried to breathe between the bully’s cleavage. Just the mere mention of chocolate sours her mood, and it doesn’t help that more than a couple clueless humans had tried to flatter her exotic complexion by describing it as akin to “dark chocolate.” “Sweet olive” made her blush once, but only because the lady who said it was wearing green leggings — her favorite color.

[Batman76]

1 hour ago, Batman76 said:

The same golem cockerel that awoke I"Vi awoke another of the Empress' Ladies in waiting.

"Ugghhhh, morning already?" Aurora yawned to herself, fingers the size of clubs wiping sleep from her eyes, "I swear I just went to bed a moment ago..."

She stretched her bare body out, in these lowlands it was far too warm to sleep with covers or clothing on. Slender and dainty, the fine bones of the sorceress' ribs, hips and collarbone showed, her only real curve that between hip and rib, while her thigh gap was wide enough for a man's head to pass through without his ears touching her legs! That put a grin across her delicate pixieish face, the amount of men on display here was quite terrific, even if none of them touched ten or even eight feet! Most Frost Giant boys were kept locked away due to their rarity, in memory of old days when tribes would raid each other for fertile males, but here she saw handsome muscular man after pretty, delicate boy gaping at her as if she was the rarity!

"I love living in human lands," she giggled, rolling her twelve foot body out of bed and upon standing immediately whacking her black haired head against the sealing, cracking the plaster!

"Except for that part, ugh, I hope I get promoted to Vested Maid soon so I can get a room with a taller ceiling!" she whined, casting a healing spell on herself to heal the goose egg she was getting through her black locks, "I was lucky they enlarged my bed!"

The palace had accepted Aurora sight unseen based on a diplomatic treaty with her grandmother, the Jarless, but hadn't realized they'd be getting an actual giant instead of a human being trained to work for giants until Aurora had strolled up Princess Simone, the sweetest and most angelic girl Aurora had ever met, had graciously enlarged the tiny bed Aurora had been given, letting it fit her 12 foot 2 inch, 608lb frame after she'd looked at its original tiny size and cried. But while her bed, make up table, dresser, mirror and stool had been improved enough to take the weight of her body, the rest of the palace remained designed for humans. It was so strange to think of, but after a life time of being probably the mousiest, weakest and tiniest girl anyone knew, unable even to throw a hundred pound rock a hundred yards, she was now twice the height of the next woman and stronger than any man!

The youngest of the family by 70 years, Aurora was used to being looked down on. Back home, all of her sisters and cousins and aunts and mother had always crowded her out of the dinner table because she'd already been small and scrawny to start with, a runt two feet shorter than most of her hulking, tall for giant's kin. Aurora claimed that was why she'd never gotten all of the muscle her more martial sisters had bulked up with in their 80s and 90s. That Aurora also hadn't gotten the beefy thighs and soft meade tummies most shield maidens grew after basic training didn't occur to her. Food in giant society was simple, you grew up on great grandmas' stories from 700 years back where it was clan against clan in the icy cold and you had to eat your wooly mammoth raw before an ice drake stole it, and thanked Odin, Freya and Thor that she'd helped drive the dwarves from the nice warm citadel you now lived in and let you have all this tasty human food. So eat up and grow big and strong!

Here, Aurora was the biggest and the strongest! Yes she had to crouch frequently to avoid hitting her head or go through doors, and had to go nearly on hands and knees to fit through her bedroom door, but being so big and strong was so thrilling! Even better, not only did she get as much food as she wanted, people would gather around and watch her eat, even placing bets!

Aurora didn't realize that all of that food she'd gobbled down over the past half a year had had an effect. 608lbs she might weigh now but she'd only been 560 when she'd showed up, an absolute blue bean pole of a girl near literally starving after a long walk through human lands. Not that she knew as no scale in the whole Red Palace went up that high. Partly it was because giants still didn't culturally grasp you could get fat from overeating and partly it was because Aurora had handily won this gorgeous brooch that made whatever she pinned it in fit her perfectly, which was the main reason she could trade clothes with girls a sixth her weight and half her height. and partly it was because Aurora felt she looked just as lean as the slimmest human girls her relative age. That those slim beauties who stayed slim were on strict diets and exercise programs, and those beauties who weren't so slim would aspire to eat as much as Aurora didn't even click in her pretty head.

Aurora gains 1 pound, up to 609lbs.

No, the sorceress was more confident in her good looks here than she'd ever been at home. Especially as men thought she was exotic and sexy, even though she'd broken a couple of feet by accident during dancing she'd already kissed nearly twenty of them and done more with several others! And she had so many good friends here, almost to many to remember!

There was Katie, a black haired 25 year old who wasn't just a vested maid but a senior maid who got to be in charge of like, her own group of girls and was so gracious she let Aurora do all of her cleaning work and the work of the other three girls too even though Aurora was a clutz! And Jessine, a super pretty redheaded girl with the biggest eyes and the biggest boobs who was always so sweet by letting Aurora carry all of her stuff! Then there was Hannah, a blonde girl who was almost a genius because she knew like every boy in the palace and let Aurora copy her notes in theory class and taught her about dancing, even though Aurora kept having to heal her foot.

"I'm the strongest girl in this entire building," she mused to herself, flexing a bicep that didn't rise one inch, "...maybe not relatively but still! And soon to be the most magically powerful and seductive sorceress!"

She imagined herself, being lauded by her family as she returned and saved them all from the softening plague over taking the clans one by one...until she realized how damn busy the day was, her blue eyes widening almost black!

"Oh no, today is so busy and I almost got tipsy from those three barrels of wine at the feast for the new girl!" Aurora squeaked, "Okay, focus girl today you've got to..."

Watch the household knights train: The Red Empress had risen to power with her cadre of mounted sorceresses, ever since all female members of her court had to master equestrian skills and the use of the blade. An exception was made for Aurora, (who's legs were too long for her to sit on the horse and she was too heavy anyway), letting her just watch the riding. Which was pretty nice as so many boys came over to flirt with her! They were always asking for favors from her, like sleeves or stockings or bras to the point she'd left her last "lesson" in just her petticoat. Sir Typhus had even offered to teach her how to use swords! ROLL CHARISMA and ATHLETICS

Pass a lesson: The whole point of Aurora coming here had been to learn magic and while it turned out she was really good at casting it, she was less good at figuring out how it worked and why. So she was in a theory class taught by Lady Tiffany, a hundred year old sorceress who didn't look a day over a human thirty even though she was kinda...chubby. It was such a tough class and Aurora had trouble keeping up because her note book was so small...and studying was so boring...Roll Intelligence

Practice for the tournament: the Red Empress' Grand tournament was coming up at some point, no one was quite certain. But everyone was so excited for it! Especially Aurora as she'd decided to enter the Queen of Love Contest...well before finding out it was an intense competition that required performing a representative fertility strip dance flawlessly, a bikini talent contest and the recitation of an epic poem describing the Red Empress' greatest victory in a mostly dead language Aurora didn't speak! Her friends, and fellow competitors, said she was a shoe in and had no need to practice but the coach Princess Simone had set her up with said she needed a lot of work on her lap dancing, crowd voice and really needed to watch her "core definition" if she was going to wear a bikini in public due to her being what the coach called "Skinny fat". ROLL ATHLETICS

Present military Awards and flirt at a banquet: Theona understood that military men may fight for queen and country but a pretty good is pretty good too. One of the household battalions just back from a border skirmish frontier tour was getting a medal for valor to the Red Empress pinned to his first chest and lucky Aurora was selected to pin it on there! And then there'd be a very nice dance with a lot of cute boys and banquet... Roll Athletics, (Roll Willpower, at disadvantage, to avoid Overeating. If that fails, roll Constitution at Disadvantage) Roll CHARISMA

"But first I need to eat breakfast ..." she mused to herself, sliding on a pair of flag sized under garments and pausing at seeing her belly was a bit bloated from the night before, "Hmmm...maybe drinking three barrels of wine was a bad idea last night, maybe I should rein it in a little bit even if the food is so good. I wouldn't want a meade gut like my sister has..."

(Roll Willpower, at disadvantage, to avoid Overeating. If that fails, roll Constitution at Disadvantage)

Willpower: first 19, second 56. FAIL.

Constitution: 82, 19. FAIL.

'On the other hand I'm starving and today is such a long day..." Aurora decided, pinning her brooch on a tiny human shift and pulling it on after it expanded.

As she got down on hands and knees, 60 inch hips and taut butt going up in the air and showing off as her shift slid up, to get out the door, Aurora came to an awful realization.

This wasn't the day she got to lounge on bleachers at the arena, petting the cute pony she couldn't ride and watching even cuter boys get sweaty before she pretended to not know how to hit things so they could guide her footing by hugging her naked legs. Nor was it the day Aurora got to grope some taut knightly pecs before more dancing and an even bigger dinner. Or even the day she had to sweat being put through dancer after dance by Coach Van Ost. No, today was the absolutely worst day ever, today was not just a lesson day with Lady Tyffany but a quiz day!

"I know I'm here to learn magic but really, I didn't know there was going to be a test in it," the academically lazy sorceress whined to herself, "I can already cast three kinds of spells, and yeah weight spells seem important but...a test?"

Genetics that had let her people survive ice ages kicked into gear, the Giantess was stressed, which meant a predator or famine were at hand. Which meant she needed to get as much protein in her stomach as it could hold, get somewhere comfy, have sex and nap! Stomach grumbling so loudly other, shorter sorceresses leaving their chambers in the massive hall thought a thunder storm was brewing. Aided by her immense stride and hampered by having to duck under door frames, Aurora finally got into the red marble banquet hall at the center of the red granite Lady's in Waiting barracks inside the even bigger basalt Red Palace. Half remembered theorems mixing with drinking games and charts on magical components mixing with doodles of chiseled pectorals, the giantess got to one of the buffets before there was too much of a line.

The Red Empress liked her ladies in waiting to be a bit too well fed for the most part, girls with a bit of a weight problem couldn't scheme against her as effectively after all, something generations of lithe beauties had failed to realize as they went to town on the massive spread laid out every morning for five centuries straight. Aurora might be the first giantess in these halls but she followed a long tradition by totally pigging out before a test! The literally gigantic brunette parked her relatively small blue butt in front of a wide spread of meats, loading up a wooden tray with bacon, sausage links, ham, scrambled eggs, fried eggs, poached eggs and a breakfast meat omelette. This was followed by a second tray and a third, enough food to put any other Lady into a food coma but was juts Aurora's regular breakfast. Balancing the trays, she grabbed a gallon jug of creamy, sugary coffee from a young serving squire, nearly killing the boy with a kiss on his forehead, and hurrying to the table where her friends sat, her own enlarged chair reserved for her.

"Forgetting something Aura?" Katie, the brunette leader of Aurora's squad of maidens, asked as she eyed the pile of protein in front of her junior's clearly visible tits

"Umm, I don't know," Aurora asked, swallowing an immense mouthful of greasy meat and looking around on the table before her, "Please, I can't forget stuff today on a quizz day!"

Katie glanced at her friend Jessine, small smiles going from brunette to redhead. Teasing and tormenting the dumb Giant was almost too easy. It wasn't that Aurora did anything to earn their subtle bullying, but not only did every knight in the palace drool when her 6 foot blue legs strutted into the room, she ate like a pig while both Katie and Jessine were on strict diets to keep their figures. The two might admit tricking the foolish foreigner figured that it was only just that they put more and more and more food onto Aurora's figure until at last the calories overwhelmed her height.

"You forgot your carbs silly! Geesh Aurora, you have to load up on bread and sugar if you want to do well in class," the brainy Jessine said, sliding her own plate of french toast, donuts and pancakes in front of the giant, "here, eat these and I'll go get you some more!"

"yeah, take my waffles and scones too, we'll go get you some more plates," Katie agreed.

"Aww that's so sweet, thank you guys so much," Aurora beamed, paused to shove a foot long donut and eat it in one bite, "but there's no need to wait on me like that, I can get my own!"

The other two, more senior Ladies, laughed.

"No need Aurora, we need the exercise. I'm engaged for next spring," Katie reminded, tapping the ring on her finger, "and have to fit into the family dress. And the winter tummy I used to get has started hanging around in spring time."

The plumper sorceress idly flicked the slight paunch pressing into her pink night gown.

"And if my tits get any bigger my back is going to give out," Jessine agreed, hefting the freckly bosom that pressed into her thin nightie, "I know I'm lucky to grow there but they almost knocked me off the horse during riding lessons yesterday. Seriously, if you could eat anything sweet in front of me it would be a big favor!"

"Yeah, me too! I gotta get down to a 24 inch waist and you're so skinny!" Katie rubbed in, "you could probably eat what I do for a whole week and not gain a pound!"

Aurora smiled, light blue face going pink to be praised by her immediate superior! "Aww thanks guys, its so great to have you watching out for me!"

The frost giantess ate, not suspecting a thing....

Aurora has gained 1 pound! Aurora now weighs 610lbs.

While breakfast was a blast, if a very full blast where Aurora pigged out on greasy meat and sugary carbs until her belly pooched out, and the the daily game of splashing and grabass in the deep, steaming bath pools were as always fun, Aurora's actual class was miserable.

"And what is the prime mover of weight magic?" Lady Tiffany asked, one perfectly plucked eyebrow rising towards her golden curls, "Anyone?"

The classroom was at least outside in one of the vast Red Palace's red rose gardens so Aurora didn't have to slouch, but the Giantess still wasn't thrilled. Her strengths lay in feeling sexy enough to cast a spell and being good at pleasing people, not remembering facts! Ugh, she'd be tempted to totally pig out if she hadn't had such a filling breakfast if Tiffany allowed snacks in her class. Not that she would, the blonde sorceress was an ultra curvy sexpot with a vavoom figure who was always bemoaning needing a corset but doing so in way that Aurora would have thought Tiffany actually liked needing to be laced into shape if not for her complaining. Trying to not make eye contact, the brunette sorceress looked down to doodle a big, juicy steak and a cake to munch on when Tiffany's steely gaze turned to her.

"Aurora, you're one of the best casters here, you take to throwing a spell like a duck to water," Tiffany said, the curvy blonde walking in front of her class, high heels clicking on the red paving stones, "tell me what the prime mover of weight magic is..."

Aurora's smooth, delicate brow crinkled in worry and she bit a plump lip. Why the hell should she know?

"Um, uhh...," she thought mind scrambling, spiralling into fear.

What was it based on? Jealousy? Gluttony? Motion? Energy? What the hell could it be?

All of those answers were in fact correct, any and all of them would have gotten her good marks and praise but instead the panicking giantess blurted out, "Um, food I guess?"

Tyffany sighed, "No, no it is not food. Please see me after class Lady Aurora..."

To her crushing shame, Aurora was assigned two remedial lessons a week with Lady Tyffany, to be held in the more senior Sorceress' palatial chambers in the crimson wing of the palace during brunch. Aurora didn't usually over eat brunch but she supposed two extra meals a week wouldn't hurt, after all her friends had said she was so skinny! And grandma's ring, the beautiful saphire in mithril bandthat had once been on a dwarf king's crown, was loose on her. All of her sisters had had the ring before getting too tubby to fit it on their fingers, while it was still loose on her.

So she wasn't fat, just...ugh, unable to answer a question. The whole reason she was here! Ugh she was so useless!

After class, the Giantess walked to dinner, feeling as bad as she had at breakfast. Food piled up on her plate, mostly meat from her own choices, but soon joined by extra trays of desert that her 'friends' piled on. Her belly was still a little sore from breakfast so maybe she shouldn't eat so much but...

Roll Willpower: 57. Fail

Roll Constitution: 75/30. Fail

Aurora has gained one pound! she now weighs 611 pounds. Next fat point at 636.

Absolutely, positively stuffed, more bloated than she'd ever been, the engorged sorceress stumbled back to her room early and passed out, casting a sooth spell on her tummy to aide digestion. Falling asleep, she knew she had a long week where besides the brunch lessons, she was going to make sure to...

Going to train hard for the tournament: Roll Athletics

Try and relax watching jousting, maybe take a sword lesson:

Serving a mission for Princess Simone: Roll Charisma

And at the end of it all she had a very important...

Ceremony to perform. Roll Willpower and Charisma.

Military dance to attend. Roll Athletics and Charisma

Duel to serve as a medic at. Roll Charisma

But, and the soon snoozing sorceress didn't even think about this, there were (thanks to Lady Tiffany's two lessons) at least twelve chances to over eat between now and then...

Roll 12 Willpower Saves, for each failure roll a Constitution save. For each failed constitution save, she will gain 1 pound.

[Batman76]

Okay, I think we're all equal in terms of one prompt, one response. although some are longer than others due to my varying tendency to ramble. Same order on the chapters over the next couple days, anyone else with a character will be added in.

If you've got any ideas or details or long term plans for it let me know.

 1 hour ago, >_< 0_0 said:

Note on Kayla: she hates chocolate 🍫 she LOATHES chocolate 😡 ever since she suffered the years of teasing by the chubby, village bully (who chewed the foreign delicacy like it were ground tobacco leaves), she associates the candy with the bully’s swollen gut and pendulous underarms, both of which served to pin her against walls while she tried to breathe between the bully’s cleavage. Just the mere mention of chocolate sours her mood, and it doesn’t help that more than a couple clueless humans had tried to flatter her exotic complexion by describing it as akin to “dark chocolate.” “Sweet olive” made her blush once, but only because the lady who said it was wearing green leggings — her favorite color.

Both of these will be used.

[boss frond]

29 minutes ago, Batman76 said:

If you've got any ideas or details or long term plans for it let me know.

Since l'Vi is predisposed to wanting to be plumper I thought it might be fun for her try to to gain an ally among the more powerful sorceresses or noblewomen looking to shed some pounds via a voluntary fat transfer spell. Nothing too huge, don't want to do everything all at once.   I'm not married to that idea, it just crossed my mind.

I'm very content to continue just building out the world and taking things as they come organically, although I think that if l'Vi doesn't start to put on some pounds she might need to cast a slow metabolism spell on herself... She's very curious about having a fuller figure.

I'm so glad you kicked this off! I'm really looking forward to getting into this character. I may find myself writing quite a bit.

[Batman76]

7 hours ago, flyer33 said:

Oh, this is fantastic, and so many options for Connie to be torn between!

FAST METABOLISM gives Connie ADVANTAGE to avoid weight gain. Rolls (11, 75) / CON 70. Pass.

Connie licked her lips as she waited for her servants to attend her, and savoured the delicious black currant flavour from the dream. Her flat tummy rumbled, from within her silky lingerie. She was hungry, and looked forward to a nice big breakfast. After all, in the absence of all the frost giant sized meals she'd enjoyed on her last diplomatic mission - not to mention to the immensely well-hung frost giant with a feeding fetish whom she had seduced, albeit at the cost of significant, temporary bulges being added to her figure - her firm physique gave her license to indulge without too much consequence.

"Haha!" Connie laughed happily, as her maids arrived with the fixings of a luxurious bath. "Now, what to do today?"

A new mission? Well, Connie did enjoy checking in with the Prince! But... Perhaps she would do so later. After all, Connie knew his little secret! He admired the fuller figure, and, frankly, Connie was at her least voluptuous since at least a couple of missions ago! He would, she was sure, be more appreciative if she checked in on him after she'd put a few more big breakfasts between herself and that beastly fat camp! 

Hmm. Cara or Carrie, then? It was good to see Carrie enjoying marriage to her Viscount! Connie had pinned the man for a feeder after enjoying his company at just a few diplomatic dinners. "A little more pouring cream with this extra helping of chocolate cake, Countess Contoura? Or do you prefer clotted?" He'd asked. "Why not a lashing of both, My Lord?" Connie had replied, her bosom heaving after a very filling banquet, and the man had been quite besotted. Still, as rich as he was, the Viscount had been a touch too boring for Connie - or not well enough hung, to be more precise - so she'd steered him Carrie's way. They'd hit it off famously. And, while Connie would have enjoyed helping her sister to select the best desserts, she was sure her little sister's marriage to the Viscount with a feeding fetish would only benefit if Carrie had the opportunity to stuff herself to her limit on sample-menus without Connie guzzling the lion's share... Well, so long as her fatty little sister didn't pop!

Then there was that dratted duel with Cara. Connie was a competent swordswoman, but Cara was in another league. Bah. What that skinny cousin of hers needed was a damn good feed, in the company of a sexy young knight! Hmm. Connie had an idea... She could grab her sword, and go and give Cara a quick duel. And then, if time permitted, she could use her diplomatic skills to talk Cara into attending the upcoming knightly tournament, feast, and ball... Then, with Connie to guide her, Cara could hardly help but finish the evening with a delightful trip to the bedchamber of a buff young knight. Anyway, that was if time permitted. Connie strapped herself into her combat gear, and gave her sword a few experimental swings... After all, if the duel went well, a castle was still a castle, even if a bit decrepit!

"Mmm, a feast!" Connie licked her lips, as she finished her breakfast and wiped her mouth on a napkin.

ATHLETICS: 70. Fail. 

The ride to the local duelling ground wasn't far, just enough time to let Connie think.

The family winery was one of the best and biggest in the land. Owning it had turned a luckily fertile courtesan into a near sterile noble family's inheritors, making them all rich down to this day! But the one who had the fertile fields held the clans purse strings in their palm. To say nothing of the blessed fields around the bakery monastery of the Sisters of Earthly Delights. Those golden waves of grain gave up three full harvests a year, while their berry bogs and patches gave a constant stream of midnight black currants and crimson strawberries red as the Red Empresses pubes! With that money in hand, Connie could lay in bed all day while handpicked studs fed her, ploughed her and fucked for the next sixty years and still be the richest woman in the Principalities!

And it was all hers, she could almost taste the cherries!

Yes, Cara had win the cross of Valor and taken a hobgoblin banner in the last western war where the 101 kingdoms had pushed into the tractless west. But she was still get younger cousin, the pimple faced, chunky whiner who the tall, glamorous Connie has taken pity on and suggested some dust tips. Surely the elder de'Colletege would win out, why the fresh from fat camp Connie was ripped as she got and Cara's feat of valor was a year ago! Surely she'd rested on her haunches and bulked up!

Unfortunately, when the busty diplomat pulled her palamino stud up to the dueling circle, her cousin was every inch the war hero and not one more. Caras back was as straight as her long sword, her arms chiseled as a statue, her belly flat as a plate under her leather and chain mail outfit and while her thighs were big under her tights, they bulged with hard muscle.

"Cousin Countess Connie," Cara said calmy, her bristling buzz cut gleaming in the sun rise.

"Cousin Captain Cara," Connie said, brushing a long blonde lock from her eyes and wishing she exercised in between fat camp sessions.

"Colonel Cara, actually," her cousin corrected, a calm smile reaching her dueling scars across her gaunt face as she sighed the paper work agreeing to abide by the results, "our prince signed the papers last week. Id expected to see you at the ceremony."

Connie blushed as the dueling judge made sure the blades were blunted and the helmets secure. Last week she'd been at fat camp, the stubbornness of the last five pounds having kept her there longer than anticipated.

"I was delayed, important diplomacy ...stuff," Connie said, "really congratulations, we should celebrate, I know some good noble men who'd like you."

"I'm sure, perhaps I can have them at the vineyard," Cara said, taking her blade back from the judge, "you can come if you can find a gown big enough to slide into."

Snarling, Connie slid on her helmet and waited for the signal to begin. When the whistle blew she cut off the shoulder at her cousins head... Only for Caras sword to thrust out. The parry was it's own attack, stopping the swing dead and putting the blunt point into Connie's face plate so hard she fell right on her round bottom!

Snarling, she got up, knowing that she now needed three hits in a row before Cara hit her twice more. Alas, this was not to be! Connie tried her best but a bruise raising cut to the thigh and a humiliating thrust to the belly lost her the duel and her vineyard!

"Drat it all," the diplomat groaned in the sand.

She knew that she was beaten but there was still the end game to consider...

"Say, Cara...,"Connie wheezed from the sand, "Good show and congratulations on all that, but I'd say would you like too..."

invite Cara to the army ball in the hopes of getting her good and stuffed and sloshed and maybe preggo as revenge. Roll CHARISMA.

Invite Cara to check out great aunties old castle, maybe she'd like a fortification better than a fattening super bakery.. ROLL CHARISMA

[boss frond]

For those that are interested.... I have a bit of back story... There is some light erotica as well to keep things interesting...

 

Interlude (l'Vi): 11 years ago…

 

The wizarding wunderkind V O’Se had been back in the Petty Kingdom of Orange for four months now and she found herself feeling more at home here than anywhere else in the 101 Kingdoms. She had spent her formative years at Mt. Roundwood Acadamy in Gloushire, an elite Ladies Boarding Academy specializing in serious magical education. V had been younger than the other girls and it had only taken her two and a half years to master everything that the Academy had to offer. It was her last experience at a secondary level school before she went off at age 16 to study at an elite university in far less provincial kingdom, but that is a tale for another time.

It was at Mt. Roundwood that V was first awakened to the tastes that she later found were regarded as… not peculiar exactly, but certainly not in vogue in the more cosmopolitan kingdoms. For the woman of Orange were almost uniformly plump, and the ones regarded as great beauties were downright fat. No adult woman native to Orange felt secure unless she was over 200 pounds. Although V was definitely too young to engage in any real relationships during her time in Orange, the atmosphere of gluttony, hedonism and chubby chasing had imprinted on a deep level.

And so V was delighted when, upon finishing University studies and completing a prestigious fellowship at the Institute for Advanced Wizarding Research, she had been invited to spend some time at the University of Orange where several tremendous  breakthroughs in Charmed Object Entanglement (for example, the ability to charm two notebooks, so that the writing in one would appear in the other no matter how far the two had been separated) had recently been made. This was an opportunity to visit a kingdom she loved while engaging in truly cutting-edge magical research.

The University was in Wern, the capitol of Orange. The city was known throughout the 101 Kingdoms for two things: Theoretical Magic and Practical Beer (and in certain circles for the beer-bellied beauties prodigiously produced by the later). Having had her fill of magical study for the day, V was out in search of some beer to drink and some beauties to admire.

The weather was turning cooler and she could smell autumn in the air as she stepped out onto University Street. V stretched out her wings and turned her face to the sky smiling as she felt the rays of the sun on her face. She felt as though she hadn’t left the library in weeks. Having had her fill of nattering academics, she was certainly not headed to one of the many bars on University. No, she was headed to strangest bar in Wern.

The Rusty Marshmallow was on the edge of town, on the banks of the Quiet River. It was something of an “adventurers’ tavern,” although no one really came to the sleepy petty kingdom to do any serious adventuring.  No, the clientele was an entertaining mix of (extremely) minor nobles playacting as rogues and rangers, vagabonds looking to part these nobles from their money, and always a few busty, potbellied beauties looking for something even slightly more interesting than the horny college boys crowding into the more popular bars near the University.

V was definitely interesting. There weren’t many Angel Bloods in Wern, even with the university. Her bewitching beauty and large snow-white wings meant that she was able draw more than her fair share of attention, even with the stubbornly slender waist that was decidedly not in fashion here. Those in-the-know also had her marked as the prodigy who would one day serve as Chief Wizard in the Empress’s court (even if this were to be true, it certainly wouldn’t be for many, many decades, but the locals liked to think she’d be headed straight from Wern to the inner circle of the Red Empress).

All that V wanted to do tonight was cozy up with some nice plump local maiden, feed her plate after plate fried potatoes, order her round after round of heavy mead, and then get her back to V’s quarters at the university where she had the most decadent cheesecake waiting for them to feed to each other… Maybe they’d pick up one of the more convincing “rangers” to help them out…

V could practically taste the cheesecake and feel the hypothetical maiden’s soft belly enveloping her own slim waist when the Rusty Marshmallow came into view. She practically ran the last few dozen yards to the door. What she found on the other side of the door changed things, not just her plans for the evening but her whole life.

Sitting at the bar, at the freaking Rusty Marshmallow, in Wern, in the Petty Kingdom of Orange, was the most beautiful woman that V had ever seen in her entire young life. She was a Nymph, that much was obvious. She had pale green skin the color of bamboo just before it reaches maturity. Her hair was in the process of a seasonal change but was still mostly the soft gold of summer. She was wearing a tight brown “shirt” although there wasn’t exactly enough of it to call it a shirt. It was extremely low cut showing off her bountiful cleavage. The shirt ended just under her breasts, exposing a soft but slender stomach. She had wide hips and her tight brown pants hugged her thick lower body.

              V had met a number of Nymphs in her life as a semi-nomadic student in the 101 Kingdoms. But this woman was the most beautiful and the most slender of her kind that V had ever seen. Nymphs tend to plump up very easily when they venture outside their own enchanted lands, although they carry themselves with such smoldering sexuality that one needs truly prodigious powers of perception to see just how fat some of them really are.

              But the Nymph in the Rusty Marshmallow was almost as slender as V, and in much the same way. There was a persistent softness to her, somehow without any actual fat. Savvy fat-fetishists throughout the kingdoms recognized this quality in a woman, as if the slightest push would send her careening into abundant chubbiness. V had given herself more than a slight push with her persistent binging but found that weight simply refused to stick to her. And yet she had a sense about the woman at the bar. She needed to get to pushing.

              V glanced around the room and found that the usual riffraff was just as bewitched by the Nymph as she was. They, however, seemed to lack the wherewithal to do anything about it. The raucous din one usually found in the Marshmallow had been reduced to a low hum. Everyone was staring at and talking about the Nymph. And now that crazy Angel Blood was here too! What a night in the Petty Kingdom of Orange.

              V sat down at the bar next to the Nymph and flashed her a smile. She discretely held up two fingers to the barman, who knew that for V this always meant two pints and two plates of the famous fried potatoes.

              V smiled at the Nymph who cocked her head and gave a slight smile back.

              “You are from Aron, no?”

              V chuckled. She knew better than to ask how the Nymph knew this. She can probably smell it or something, thought V.

              “Yes. Yes, I am. And You are not from around here either, but I think that I have been in the 101 Kingdoms a lot longer than you have.”

              A look of surprise crossed the Nymph’s gorgeous face. Her yellow-brown eyes narrowed slightly.

              “I mean no offense,” V offered quickly. “I have met many of your kind in my own travels and I get the sense that you haven’t been adventuring in the kingdoms for very long. I’m V by the way.” She was babbling a bit, but she was interrupted by the arrival of their potatoes and beer.

              “You have to try these. Have you had much of the food here? I think you’ll find that even in place like this it can be divine. What’s your name if you don’t mind my asking?”

              “I am Lissia. And I was not born this morning,” said Lissia bending to smell the plate of fried potatoes before her. “I um. Well. I was…” She looked up, directly into V’s icy blue eyes. “These do smell wonderful.”

She began eating, tentatively at first and then rapaciously. V made eyes with the bartender and gestured to indicate for him to keep them coming.  Then she chugged her beer and held the glass up for him to see she needed those to keep coming as well. She was playing catch-up after all.

After two and a half plates Lissia’s pace began to slow and the two began to talk. Lissia told V that this was indeed the first time she had ventured outside of her homeland. She was ostensibly in Orange on a diplomatic tour of the 101 Kingdoms as well as traveling about and maybe looking for some adventure. She was 200 years old, barely considered mature by Nymph standards and she felt that it was time to go out and get a sense of the so-called “civilized world.”

              “Would that it were!” cried V, laughing.

              “Wood… that it… what?” Lissia was getting d r u n k.

              “Civilized!” V was also feeling unsober.

              “Ah. Well… I must have more of these potatoes! I’ve been eating them raw for 200 years!”

              V eyed Lissia’s belly which was swollen with food and beer. She looked three months pregnant! V felt her own usually flat stomach rounding out as well, but she had habituated herself to much extensive stuffing than this and had plenty of room to expand.

              V had worn a pale blue robe-like garment which wrapped around her large breasts and left her stomach exposed before wrapping around and then hanging loosely from her shapely hips. She was rather surprised when she looked down and saw that she would see her stuffed belly protruding past her breasts as she sat. She had eaten-- and likely drank-- much more than she realized.

              “Hmm yes. Let’s share one more plate and then I’ve got a surprise for you Lissia.”

              “A surprise?”

              “Have you ever had cheesecake?”

***

              That night V fed Lissia about a third of a cheesecake the size of a wagon wheel. V encouraged Lissia to feed her the rest of the vast dessert. Once Lissia grasped that this was some sort of sexual ritual for V, she became intensely curious and immensely aroused. This human food was delicious, how could they not involve it in the sex?

              V lay naked on her bed with her wings spread beneath her. Her enormously stuffed stomach rising into the air. She massaged the rock hard dome moaning “moooore” as a naked Lissia knelt above her head alternately stuffing pieces of cheesecake into V’s mouth and and smothering V’s face with her huge quivering breasts. When the cheesecake ran out Lissia shifted herself so that V could reach Lissia’s clitoris with her tongue without having to move from her supine position. Lissia came violently before moving down between V’s legs massaging V’s belly while she reciprocated the act.

***

The two young women were virtually inseparable in the following weeks.  They weren’t strictly lovers; it was more than that. They found themselves bonding in a deep and unfamiliar way. They could feel a lifelong friendship taking root and it filled each of them with a profound sense of joy and satisfaction.

              They also found themselves, more often than not, profoundly full.  The weight simply refused to stick to V, perhaps due to the fact that she regularly flew around the city to clear her mind and that she likely expended an enormous amount of calories through the sheer power of her concentration while she was performing magical research.

              Lissia was an entirely different creature. She abhorred physical activity. She spent her days doing nothing but eating, interrupted occasionally by meetings with minor local officials which were really just ceremonial lunches with even more food. Unlike V she gained weight at an unbelievably rapid rate.

Within a month Lissia had put on over 30 pounds mostly in her belly which had swelled outwards almost making her appear pregnant. Well it would have made her look pregnant except she left her midriff exposed at all times and it wobbled when she walked or talked or laughed. She didn’t mind it at all, and it seemed to drive V out of her mind!

              V could not keep herself from thinking about Lissia’s perfectly gorgeous round fat belly. She couldn’t believe how fast Lissia was putting on weight. The distraction was starting to become a bit of a problem for V. Her work at the University was slipping. No one had noticed of course, because the volume and quality of her output was so high, but V was bothered by it. She knew that her obsession would only grow as Lissia’s belly did.

              There was of course a natural way out of this predicament and perhaps that was part of the problem for V. Lissia didn’t leave her homeland just to set up camp in Wern and get fat. As much fun as she was having, she did have engagements in more interesting kingdoms, and she had much to learn about the ways of these strange people.

              V and Lissia knew that they would see each other again. That they would be crossing paths again and again through eternity. There was a magical, supernatural nature to their bond. They needed to give it space to let it grow.   

              These things largely went unspoken between them. But as they sat on V’s bed on one of Lissia’s last afternoon’s in the city, Lissia felt a question burning within.

“What is your name?” Said Lissia abruptly.

“What? You doofus, My name is V-”

“No.” Lissia cut her off, “Your name is not ‘V’. You were born in Aron, to proud Aroni parents. What is your name? Your Arnoni name?”

“Oh… It’s… it’s l’Vi.”

“Luh-VEE… luh-VEE oh-shay,” Lissia spoke V’s name-- her true name-- back to her, savoring it. “And why do you not use your name?”

“It just… it’s weird…” V felt as though she was betraying one thousand generations of her ancestors in Aron, her face flushed hot. “It’s not weird. It’s foreign. And it’s difficult to decipher in writing. When I was a child, in school, the teachers didn’t like tripping over it. People just started calling me V… and I just got used to it. It’s easier.” V felt an intense shame that she didn’t know she’d been carrying with her all this time. She felt like she was going to burst into tears, but Lissia’s beautiful face was open and understanding, without a hint of judgment.

“Of course. You were a child. You were alone. It is OK. Your mother was taken from you. You were ripped from your homeland. Then, in many ways your father was stolen from you as well and you from him. And now your name, it reminds you of these things…”

V began to weep. Lissia squeezed her hand and stroked her hair, letting her fingers run along the feathers of one of V’s wings in a way that made V feel extremely safe.

“And what does it mean, this name, l’Vi?

V gave sharp, short half chuckle. “It means ‘she brings courage’.”

“I see.” Lissia tilted her head and looked into V’s eyes. “And one day, if you are the woman everyone around here says you are, your name will be on the lips of everyone in the 101 Kingdoms, if not throughout the known world.”

V closed her eyes and shook her head. “That’s st—”

“I am not saying that it will be I am saying that it could be. And I believe that you believe that it could be as well.” Lissia reached out and put her hand on V’s face, turning it so that their eyes were locked once again. “I believe that you believe that it could be as well. And what is the name that you want on lips of everyone in the land? ‘V’? Or do you want to bring the courage of Aron to all the world? If everyone is to speak your name let it be the name that your mother gave to you.”

V shivered. She felt like crying and laughing and screaming and collapsing. It was all so absurd. All of it. But the way that Lissia took it so seriously, her yellow and brown eyes baring straight into V’s soul… It gave V courage. It grounded her in way that she had never really felt grounded before. She swallowed and smiled and nodded her head.

“Yes,” said Lissia softly. “Yes.”

They sat there on l’Vi’s bed in silence for a moment that stretched into an eternity. Anyone who entered would have felt immediately at peace. But no one entered. It was only the two of them.

Eventually, it was Lissia who broke the silence.

“And now l’Vi, I will reward you.”

l’Vi raised her eyebrows, smirking. Lissia took l’Vi’s hand and pressed it into her soft green stomach which was rolling proudly over her tight brown shorts.

“Feed me, you pervert.”

[flyer33]

9 hours ago, Batman76 said:

Snarling, she got up, knowing that she now needed three hits in a row before Cara hit her twice more. Alas, this was not to be! Connie tried her best but a bruise raising cut to the thigh and a humiliating thrust to the belly lost her the duel and her vineyard!

"Drat it all," the diplomat groaned in the sand.

She knew that she was beaten but there was still the end game to consider...

"Say, Cara...,"Connie wheezed from the sand, "Good show and congratulations on all that, but I'd say would you like too..."

invite Cara to the army ball in the hopes of getting her good and stuffed and sloshed and maybe preggo as revenge. Roll CHARISMA.

Charisma roll: 21 / CHA 80. Pass!

"Come with me to the big, knightly ball later? A very reliable confidante of mine said it'll be the best one in years." Connie suggested innocuously, as she hauled herself to her feet and rubbed the bruise on her ass cheek. Oof, it was painful! No spanking sessions for a few days for Connie!

"Apparently they've doubled the food budget! Oh, and I know at least a dozen rich, handsome young noblemen are on the guest list! Could be good hunting! Or, if you're willing to pass on rich, and you just want to add a few memorable notches to your bed post... How would you like me to introduce you to a couple of strong young knights who are so well endowed even I found them quite a challenge? Well, I mean, as a duo they were a challenge!" Connie added.

"Ball? Double the food budget? Notches?" Cara snorted haughtily. "Still thinking with your stomach and your loins, I see, Connie! No wonder I beat you so easily!"

Connie smiled inwardly. Cara might enjoy sneering over Connie's hearty appetite for food and men - but so had her little sis', Carrie, prior to blowing up into an absolute PIG! Connie was pretty sure the lustful appetites of the Decollage women lurked under her cousin Cara's rock hard exterior. Hell, it seemed quite likely that all the time Cara spent pumping iron, until her rock-hard thigh muscles bulged through her tights, was just working off sexual frustration from her comparatively meagre list of successes with men (well, meagre compared with the international bed-hopper that was Connie). Or perhaps it was a lack of success with women that spurred Cara to such efforts! Now there was a thought! Not that Cara didn't like men. In fact, Connie had noticed Cara surreptitiously lick her lips when Connie mentioned the possibility of snagging a well-hung duo. 

"Not at all, Cara!" Connie denied. "I was just thinking it would be an absolute crime to deny the knights of the realm the chance to admire you! A new Colonel - they might die in battle under your command, Cara. The least you could do is flash a little cleavage in their direction first..."

Cara seemed to be looking for an excuse to decline. Connie was pretty sure there wasn't one, so she let her cousin think while they removed their chainmail and heavy padding. "Well, Colonel?"

"I think you're just looking for an excuse to stuff your face!" Cara said disdainfully. 

"Who says I won't? But we're talking about whether you'll come to the ball, Cara! What's your answer to that? Surely you don't want to refuse to meet  your handsome, rich knights? After all, it's important for an officer to get to know her men as well as possible! Or so I've always said..."

Cara grumbled her reply. Connie took it for a, "yes."

"Great! Now, let's go and discuss our ball gowns over lunch! Don't look at me like that, Cara! I know a new salad bar we can go to. I've worked up quite an appetite from all that duelling, and I need to take in some good nutrition to help heal my poor, bruised bottom! And, Cara, you really must let me buy you a meal - and good wine - by way of belated congratulations for your wonderful promotion to Colonel!" 

Connie neglected to mention that the salad bar in question just happened to be renowned for the delicious, oily vinaigrettes  and fattening dressings with which it slathered its wholesome greens and fruits. It was quite possible Cara wouldn't notice. And perhaps a few calories would take the edge off the crop-haired officer's temper. If so, it would be all the better for her prospects of seducing a couple of handsome knights tonight! And if Connie could get that done early in the evening, then she get on with her own task of snagging a rich boyfriend with a huge package of... land. After all, those lucrative heirs her mother kept mentioning weren't going to make themselves, and if Connie was going to be in the principality for much longer then the excuse of a "fertility diet" - not that her full hips were in any real need of one - would be just the ticket to escape the beastly, waistline-minimising regimes enforced by her countrywomen! 

Having complained about Connie's missing her promotion ceremony, Cara was not in a position to turn down the offer of lunch and wine, even though a meal with Connie was sure to be very bad for her physical regimen! Instead, she decided to snark about their great aunty's inheritance, and how Cara was looking forward to the best share. 

"Yes, all the rich foods from our family lands really are amazing, aren't they?" Connie replied. "Whoever inherits the best land is going to be able to eat herself sick on a regular basis! I just hope your tummy can handle it, Cara! I know mine could, but I guess I'll just end up in that spooky old castle, practically starving and barely needing a corset, while you'll be staggering to bed and busting seams on your lingerie every night after the most colossal feasts! I hope you'll invite me for dinner from time to time!" 

The Decollage cousins arrived at the Greedy Slug salad bar, where Connie proceeded to order a very big meal.

 

 

[Batman76]

23 minutes ago, flyer33 said:

Charisma roll: 21 / CHA 80. Pass!

"Come with me to the big, knightly ball later? A very reliable confidante of mine said it'll be the best one in years." Connie suggested innocuously, as she hauled herself to her feet and rubbed the bruise on her ass cheek. Oof, it was painful! No spanking sessions for a few days for Connie!

"Apparently they've doubled the food budget! Oh, and I know at least a dozen rich, handsome young noblemen are on the guest list! Could be good hunting! Or, if you're willing to pass on rich, and you just want to add a few memorable notches to your bed post... How would you like me to introduce you to a couple of strong young knights who are so well endowed even I found them quite a challenge? Well, I mean, as a duo they were a challenge!" Connie added.

"Ball? Double the food budget? Notches?" Cara snorted haughtily. "Still thinking with your stomach and your loins, I see, Connie! No wonder I beat you so easily!"

Connie smiled inwardly. Cara might enjoy sneering over Connie's hearty appetite for food and men - but so had her little sis', Carrie, prior to blowing up into an absolute PIG! Connie was pretty sure the lustful appetites of the Decollage women lurked under her cousin Cara's rock hard exterior. Hell, it seemed quite likely that all the time Cara spent pumping iron, until her rock-hard thigh muscles bulged through her tights, was just working off sexual frustration from her comparatively meagre list of successes with men (well, meagre compared with the international bed-hopper that was Connie). Or perhaps it was a lack of success with women that spurred Cara to such efforts! Now there was a thought! Not that Cara didn't like men. In fact, Connie had noticed Cara surreptitiously lick her lips when Connie mentioned the possibility of snagging a well-hung duo. 

"Not at all, Cara!" Connie denied. "I was just thinking it would be an absolute crime to deny the knights of the realm the chance to admire you! A new Colonel - they might die in battle under your command, Cara. The least you could do is flash a little cleavage in their direction first..."

Cara seemed to be looking for an excuse to decline. Connie was pretty sure there wasn't one, so she let her cousin think while they removed their chainmail and heavy padding. "Well, Colonel?"

"I think you're just looking for an excuse to stuff your face!" Cara said disdainfully. 

"Who says I won't? But we're talking about whether you'll come to the ball, Cara! What's your answer to that? Surely you don't want to refuse to meet  your handsome, rich knights? After all, it's important for an officer to get to know her men as well as possible! Or so I've always said..."

Cara grumbled her reply. Connie took it for a, "yes."

"Great! Now, let's go and discuss our ball gowns over lunch! Don't look at me like that, Cara! I know a new salad bar we can go to. I've worked up quite an appetite from all that duelling, and I need to take in some good nutrition to help heal my poor, bruised bottom! And, Cara, you really must let me buy you a meal - and good wine - by way of belated congratulations for your wonderful promotion to Colonel!" 

Connie neglected to mention that the salad bar in question just happened to be renowned for the delicious, oily vinaigrettes  and fattening dressings with which it slathered its wholesome greens and fruits. It was quite possible Cara wouldn't notice. And perhaps a few calories would take the edge off the crop-haired officer's temper. If so, it would be all the better for her prospects of seducing a couple of handsome knights tonight! And if Connie could get that done early in the evening, then she get on with her own task of snagging a rich boyfriend with a huge package of... land. After all, those lucrative heirs her mother kept mentioning weren't going to make themselves, and if Connie was going to be in the principality for much longer then the excuse of a "fertility diet" - not that her full hips were in any real need of one - would be just the ticket to escape the beastly, waistline-minimising regimes enforced by her countrywomen! 

Having complained about Connie's missing her promotion ceremony, Cara was not in a position to turn down the offer of lunch and wine, even though a meal with Connie was sure to be very bad for her physical regimen! Instead, she decided to snark about their great aunty's inheritance, and how Cara was looking forward to the best share. 

"Yes, all the rich foods from our family lands really are amazing, aren't they?" Connie replied. "Whoever inherits the best land is going to be able to eat herself sick on a regular basis! I just hope your tummy can handle it, Cara! I know mine could, but I guess I'll just end up in that spooky old castle, practically starving and barely needing a corset, while you'll be staggering to bed and busting seams on your lingerie every night after the most colossal feasts! I hope you'll invite me for dinner from time to time!" 

The Decollage cousins arrived at the Greedy Slug salad bar, where Connie proceeded to order a very big meal.

 

 

Yummy.

Roll WILLPOWER and CONSTITUTION if that fails...

[flyer33]

1 minute ago, Batman76 said:

Yummy.

Roll WILLPOWER and CONSTITUTION if that fails...

Heh. Rolls 100 / WILLPOWER 20, fail, unsurprisingly. Rolls FAST METABOLISM (87, 63) / CON 70, pass, just. 

Oh, and just in case a CHARISMA roll might help to persuade Cara to have too much food and wine for lunch: Rolls 20 / CHA 80 - pass, but might be opposed. 

Connie leaned back in the outdoor chair of the Greedy Slug, and patted her swollen belly as it bulged and strained her hourglass top. "Oof! I'm very full! That second helping of cheesecake was almost too much! But not quite. Little bit of a walk to help my body deal with all this before dressing for the ball though. I wouldn't want to put on weight!"

[Batman76]

6 hours ago, boss frond said:

For those that are interested.... I have a bit of back story... There is some light erotica as well to keep things interesting...

 

Interlude (l'Vi): 11 years ago…

 

The wizarding wunderkind V O’Se had been back in the Petty Kingdom of Orange for four months now and she found herself feeling more at home here than anywhere else in the 101 Kingdoms. She had spent her formative years at Mt. Roundwood Acadamy in Gloushire, an elite Ladies Boarding Academy specializing in serious magical education. V had been younger than the other girls and it had only taken her two and a half years to master everything that the Academy had to offer. It was her last experience at a secondary level school before she went off at age 16 to study at an elite university in far less provincial kingdom, but that is a tale for another time.

It was at Mt. Roundwood that V was first awakened to the tastes that she later found were regarded as… not peculiar exactly, but certainly not in vogue in the more cosmopolitan kingdoms. For the woman of Orange were almost uniformly plump, and the ones regarded as great beauties were downright fat. No adult woman native to Orange felt secure unless she was over 200 pounds. Although V was definitely too young to engage in any real relationships during her time in Orange, the atmosphere of gluttony, hedonism and chubby chasing had imprinted on a deep level.

And so V was delighted when, upon finishing University studies and completing a prestigious fellowship at the Institute for Advanced Wizarding Research, she had been invited to spend some time at the University of Orange where several tremendous  breakthroughs in Charmed Object Entanglement (for example, the ability to charm two notebooks, so that the writing in one would appear in the other no matter how far the two had been separated) had recently been made. This was an opportunity to visit a kingdom she loved while engaging in truly cutting-edge magical research.

The University was in Wern, the capitol of Orange. The city was known throughout the 101 Kingdoms for two things: Theoretical Magic and Practical Beer (and in certain circles for the beer-bellied beauties prodigiously produced by the later). Having had her fill of magical study for the day, V was out in search of some beer to drink and some beauties to admire.

The weather was turning cooler and she could smell autumn in the air as she stepped out onto University Street. V stretched out her wings and turned her face to the sky smiling as she felt the rays of the sun on her face. She felt as though she hadn’t left the library in weeks. Having had her fill of nattering academics, she was certainly not headed to one of the many bars on University. No, she was headed to strangest bar in Wern.

The Rusty Marshmallow was on the edge of town, on the banks of the Quiet River. It was something of an “adventurers’ tavern,” although no one really came to the sleepy petty kingdom to do any serious adventuring.  No, the clientele was an entertaining mix of (extremely) minor nobles playacting as rogues and rangers, vagabonds looking to part these nobles from their money, and always a few busty, potbellied beauties looking for something even slightly more interesting than the horny college boys crowding into the more popular bars near the University.

V was definitely interesting. There weren’t many Angel Bloods in Wern, even with the university. Her bewitching beauty and large snow-white wings meant that she was able draw more than her fair share of attention, even with the stubbornly slender waist that was decidedly not in fashion here. Those in-the-know also had her marked as the prodigy who would one day serve as Chief Wizard in the Empress’s court (even if this were to be true, it certainly wouldn’t be for many, many decades, but the locals liked to think she’d be headed straight from Wern to the inner circle of the Red Empress).

All that V wanted to do tonight was cozy up with some nice plump local maiden, feed her plate after plate fried potatoes, order her round after round of heavy mead, and then get her back to V’s quarters at the university where she had the most decadent cheesecake waiting for them to feed to each other… Maybe they’d pick up one of the more convincing “rangers” to help them out…

V could practically taste the cheesecake and feel the hypothetical maiden’s soft belly enveloping her own slim waist when the Rusty Marshmallow came into view. She practically ran the last few dozen yards to the door. What she found on the other side of the door changed things, not just her plans for the evening but her whole life.

Sitting at the bar, at the freaking Rusty Marshmallow, in Wern, in the Petty Kingdom of Orange, was the most beautiful woman that V had ever seen in her entire young life. She was a Nymph, that much was obvious. She had pale green skin the color of bamboo just before it reaches maturity. Her hair was in the process of a seasonal change but was still mostly the soft gold of summer. She was wearing a tight brown “shirt” although there wasn’t exactly enough of it to call it a shirt. It was extremely low cut showing off her bountiful cleavage. The shirt ended just under her breasts, exposing a soft but slender stomach. She had wide hips and her tight brown pants hugged her thick lower body.

              V had met a number of Nymphs in her life as a semi-nomadic student in the 101 Kingdoms. But this woman was the most beautiful and the most slender of her kind that V had ever seen. Nymphs tend to plump up very easily when they venture outside their own enchanted lands, although they carry themselves with such smoldering sexuality that one needs truly prodigious powers of perception to see just how fat some of them really are.

              But the Nymph in the Rusty Marshmallow was almost as slender as V, and in much the same way. There was a persistent softness to her, somehow without any actual fat. Savvy fat-fetishists throughout the kingdoms recognized this quality in a woman, as if the slightest push would send her careening into abundant chubbiness. V had given herself more than a slight push with her persistent binging but found that weight simply refused to stick to her. And yet she had a sense about the woman at the bar. She needed to get to pushing.

              V glanced around the room and found that the usual riffraff was just as bewitched by the Nymph as she was. They, however, seemed to lack the wherewithal to do anything about it. The raucous din one usually found in the Marshmallow had been reduced to a low hum. Everyone was staring at and talking about the Nymph. And now that crazy Angel Blood was here too! What a night in the Petty Kingdom of Orange.

              V sat down at the bar next to the Nymph and flashed her a smile. She discretely held up two fingers to the barman, who knew that for V this always meant two pints and two plates of the famous fried potatoes.

              V smiled at the Nymph who cocked her head and gave a slight smile back.

              “You are from Aron, no?”

              V chuckled. She knew better than to ask how the Nymph knew this. She can probably smell it or something, thought V.

              “Yes. Yes, I am. And You are not from around here either, but I think that I have been in the 101 Kingdoms a lot longer than you have.”

              A look of surprise crossed the Nymph’s gorgeous face. Her yellow-brown eyes narrowed slightly.

              “I mean no offense,” V offered quickly. “I have met many of your kind in my own travels and I get the sense that you haven’t been adventuring in the kingdoms for very long. I’m V by the way.” She was babbling a bit, but she was interrupted by the arrival of their potatoes and beer.

              “You have to try these. Have you had much of the food here? I think you’ll find that even in place like this it can be divine. What’s your name if you don’t mind my asking?”

              “I am Lissia. And I was not born this morning,” said Lissia bending to smell the plate of fried potatoes before her. “I um. Well. I was…” She looked up, directly into V’s icy blue eyes. “These do smell wonderful.”

She began eating, tentatively at first and then rapaciously. V made eyes with the bartender and gestured to indicate for him to keep them coming.  Then she chugged her beer and held the glass up for him to see she needed those to keep coming as well. She was playing catch-up after all.

After two and a half plates Lissia’s pace began to slow and the two began to talk. Lissia told V that this was indeed the first time she had ventured outside of her homeland. She was ostensibly in Orange on a diplomatic tour of the 101 Kingdoms as well as traveling about and maybe looking for some adventure. She was 200 years old, barely considered mature by Nymph standards and she felt that it was time to go out and get a sense of the so-called “civilized world.”

              “Would that it were!” cried V, laughing.

              “Wood… that it… what?” Lissia was getting d r u n k.

              “Civilized!” V was also feeling unsober.

              “Ah. Well… I must have more of these potatoes! I’ve been eating them raw for 200 years!”

              V eyed Lissia’s belly which was swollen with food and beer. She looked three months pregnant! V felt her own usually flat stomach rounding out as well, but she had habituated herself to much extensive stuffing than this and had plenty of room to expand.

              V had worn a pale blue robe-like garment which wrapped around her large breasts and left her stomach exposed before wrapping around and then hanging loosely from her shapely hips. She was rather surprised when she looked down and saw that she would see her stuffed belly protruding past her breasts as she sat. She had eaten-- and likely drank-- much more than she realized.

              “Hmm yes. Let’s share one more plate and then I’ve got a surprise for you Lissia.”

              “A surprise?”

              “Have you ever had cheesecake?”

***

              That night V fed Lissia about a third of a cheesecake the size of a wagon wheel. V encouraged Lissia to feed her the rest of the vast dessert. Once Lissia grasped that this was some sort of sexual ritual for V, she became intensely curious and immensely aroused. This human food was delicious, how could they not involve it in the sex?

              V lay naked on her bed with her wings spread beneath her. Her enormously stuffed stomach rising into the air. She massaged the rock hard dome moaning “moooore” as a naked Lissia knelt above her head alternately stuffing pieces of cheesecake into V’s mouth and and smothering V’s face with her huge quivering breasts. When the cheesecake ran out Lissia shifted herself so that V could reach Lissia’s clitoris with her tongue without having to move from her supine position. Lissia came violently before moving down between V’s legs massaging V’s belly while she reciprocated the act.

***

The two young women were virtually inseparable in the following weeks.  They weren’t strictly lovers; it was more than that. They found themselves bonding in a deep and unfamiliar way. They could feel a lifelong friendship taking root and it filled each of them with a profound sense of joy and satisfaction.

              They also found themselves, more often than not, profoundly full.  The weight simply refused to stick to V, perhaps due to the fact that she regularly flew around the city to clear her mind and that she likely expended an enormous amount of calories through the sheer power of her concentration while she was performing magical research.

              Lissia was an entirely different creature. She abhorred physical activity. She spent her days doing nothing but eating, interrupted occasionally by meetings with minor local officials which were really just ceremonial lunches with even more food. Unlike V she gained weight at an unbelievably rapid rate.

Within a month Lissia had put on over 30 pounds mostly in her belly which had swelled outwards almost making her appear pregnant. Well it would have made her look pregnant except she left her midriff exposed at all times and it wobbled when she walked or talked or laughed. She didn’t mind it at all, and it seemed to drive V out of her mind!

              V could not keep herself from thinking about Lissia’s perfectly gorgeous round fat belly. She couldn’t believe how fast Lissia was putting on weight. The distraction was starting to become a bit of a problem for V. Her work at the University was slipping. No one had noticed of course, because the volume and quality of her output was so high, but V was bothered by it. She knew that her obsession would only grow as Lissia’s belly did.

              There was of course a natural way out of this predicament and perhaps that was part of the problem for V. Lissia didn’t leave her homeland just to set up camp in Wern and get fat. As much fun as she was having, she did have engagements in more interesting kingdoms, and she had much to learn about the ways of these strange people.

              V and Lissia knew that they would see each other again. That they would be crossing paths again and again through eternity. There was a magical, supernatural nature to their bond. They needed to give it space to let it grow.   

              These things largely went unspoken between them. But as they sat on V’s bed on one of Lissia’s last afternoon’s in the city, Lissia felt a question burning within.

“What is your name?” Said Lissia abruptly.

“What? You doofus, My name is V-”

“No.” Lissia cut her off, “Your name is not ‘V’. You were born in Aron, to proud Aroni parents. What is your name? Your Arnoni name?”

“Oh… It’s… it’s l’Vi.”

“Luh-VEE… luh-VEE oh-shay,” Lissia spoke V’s name-- her true name-- back to her, savoring it. “And why do you not use your name?”

“It just… it’s weird…” V felt as though she was betraying one thousand generations of her ancestors in Aron, her face flushed hot. “It’s not weird. It’s foreign. And it’s difficult to decipher in writing. When I was a child, in school, the teachers didn’t like tripping over it. People just started calling me V… and I just got used to it. It’s easier.” V felt an intense shame that she didn’t know she’d been carrying with her all this time. She felt like she was going to burst into tears, but Lissia’s beautiful face was open and understanding, without a hint of judgment.

“Of course. You were a child. You were alone. It is OK. Your mother was taken from you. You were ripped from your homeland. Then, in many ways your father was stolen from you as well and you from him. And now your name, it reminds you of these things…”

V began to weep. Lissia squeezed her hand and stroked her hair, letting her fingers run along the feathers of one of V’s wings in a way that made V feel extremely safe.

“And what does it mean, this name, l’Vi?

V gave sharp, short half chuckle. “It means ‘she brings courage’.”

“I see.” Lissia tilted her head and looked into V’s eyes. “And one day, if you are the woman everyone around here says you are, your name will be on the lips of everyone in the 101 Kingdoms, if not throughout the known world.”

V closed her eyes and shook her head. “That’s st—”

“I am not saying that it will be I am saying that it could be. And I believe that you believe that it could be as well.” Lissia reached out and put her hand on V’s face, turning it so that their eyes were locked once again. “I believe that you believe that it could be as well. And what is the name that you want on lips of everyone in the land? ‘V’? Or do you want to bring the courage of Aron to all the world? If everyone is to speak your name let it be the name that your mother gave to you.”

V shivered. She felt like crying and laughing and screaming and collapsing. It was all so absurd. All of it. But the way that Lissia took it so seriously, her yellow and brown eyes baring straight into V’s soul… It gave V courage. It grounded her in way that she had never really felt grounded before. She swallowed and smiled and nodded her head.

“Yes,” said Lissia softly. “Yes.”

They sat there on l’Vi’s bed in silence for a moment that stretched into an eternity. Anyone who entered would have felt immediately at peace. But no one entered. It was only the two of them.

Eventually, it was Lissia who broke the silence.

“And now l’Vi, I will reward you.”

l’Vi raised her eyebrows, smirking. Lissia took l’Vi’s hand and pressed it into her soft green stomach which was rolling proudly over her tight brown shorts.

“Feed me, you pervert.”

Oh yeah, I'll have to add Lissia in. This is stupendous

[>_< 0_0]

Kayla is munching on ten coins worth of food and drink in the eatery because the adventuring party hasn’t arrived yet

[Batman76]

18 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said:

Kayla sniffed disapprovingly as she passed a cluster of chickens in the narrow city street, her nostrils quivering at the overwhelming stench of old feathers and mud.

"To think that anyone thought that keeping animals in the city was a good idea!" she sighed as she sidestepped a suspiciously murky puddle. "These mortals are just as simple as the dotards I left behind! Well... it will be child's play to fix their earthly qualms. Just the very mention of city planning should earn me a position as bailiff or quartermaster or whatever titles these round-eared people call themselves... but where to begin? Who do I talk to?"

It was a good question, especially for a former village-dweller who's life experience consisted mainly of poring over any scrap of reading she could find. In fact...

"Ah! A newsboard!" Kayla spotted the wooden structure the moment it came into view. She barely managed to suppress her happy skipping into a more suitable, mature stride as she approached the board and leaned close to read the lettering. "Sorceress needed on the Maiden Buster... well, I'm not a sorceress and I'm definitely too mature to to be a maiden! What else is there... the Duke is seeking new members for his harem... ew?" Kayla wrinkled her nose. "What kind of woman would sell her life to a duke -- I will be a duke! No wait... a duchess! Yes. And soon. But all in due time..."

There were more choices than she thought possible, and she leaned closer to the board in her search for glory, her slender back arching as her eyes scanned every letter for delicious knowledge. The world around her faded into her subconscious, her mind fully-ensnared by the scrawled letters and royal decrees. So immersed was she, that she didn't realize she was blocking the view of several townsmen, all trying to edge past her protruding hips to take a gander at the newsboard themselves.

"...Abigail Featherweight... that's a funny name!" Kayla caught herself giggling, but stiffened when she finally realized there were others watching. Her mind returned to reality, and daydreams of wealth and might melted away, leaving behind a very young, very introverted elven girl. "O-oh," she suppressed a stutter. "Excuse me -- I mean..." she straightened herself, tugging lightly at her belt as authoritatively as possible. "Now be patient! I'm in the middle of important business, and must not be... disturbed. Yes. Do not disturb a wizard, if you are wise, for I shall hex whomever I please! Begone!"

Fortunately, the somewhat burly-looking townsmen who had been near her had moved-on willingly -- or rather, they had read what they needed and walked away, as if they couldn't hear the dainty dark-elf with her hands on her hips. Kayla swooned with pride at her success, though she also sighed with relief. Maybe I should speak louder and more firmly, a part of her mused. No matter. If they leave, all the better! Now, on to business...

Returning to the board, Kayla's eyes rested upon a newer letter, posted upon the far corner of the board. It's script was in large, bold letters, practically screaming for her attention.

"Attain ancient power?" she cocked one hip and rested her arm between her hand and cheek. "...vast magical artifacts? Piles of gold?" her bosom swelled with joy and her mouth broke into a grin. "An adventuring party in need of more hands? Why, it's perfect! No doubt they're all dim-witted thugs in desperate need of magical support. A suitable expedition for me to begin my quest to power!"

Kayla's hips squirmed with excitement as she continued to read the letter for further instructions. At last, her dreams would be coming to fruition! Long, hard journeys on foot would give way to lucrative adventure and ever-increasing wealth and knowledge! It seemed that she had to meet the hiring party at a nearby eatery.

"Simple enough!" Kayla bounced slightly as she turned away from the newsboard, at last. "And it gives me the perfect excuse to eat a snack. I did forget to eat today, after all... hold on," she probed one of the front pockets of her trousers. "How much money do I have left, again? Hmm..."

(Bond: Spare Crowns: Rolled 4, 19,18. 19/2=10 Crowns)

Kayla's lips pursed as she realized she could afford to eat whatever she pleased. There was no doubt in her mind that her life would go nowhere but up from now on.

WILLPOWER: 33 PASS! (eheheh u can't get dirty dark elf so easily! Her ambition knows no bounds!)

Kayla sauntered into the named eatery, a rough and tumble tavern called the Choked Boar.

It was a big multi story building, with horses tied up outside and and scantily clad ladies of the evening leaning out windows up top. Kayla got a few whistles and enticing cat calls from the courtesans but the focused wizard easily ignored them. The girls might be pretty for humans but to a meticulous and spectacular elf maid like the wizard, many of them were disgustingly plump. Some of them had bellies and a few of them had ass cheeks the size of bread loaves!

"Imagine having an ass that big, ugghh," the wizard said to herself with an internal shudder, involuntarily touching her own taut butt in comparison, "humans have no self control!"

Conversation didn't exactly stop the moment the lithe wizard strolled through the saloon doors but many eyes certainly went to her. Kayla wasn't that curvy but her svelte frame had just enough horizontal bulge in her hips to make her taut legs and flat belly even more appealing. The slim wizard went to the bar, eyes rolling over the menu and her coins clutched in her hand as she compared the menu prices.

The food here was surprisingly cheap, Red Port's farmers weren't periodically purged like in the Dominion of the Beautiful. As her eyes ran over the prices, the wizard realized she could stuff herself to the very bursting point, until her button popped off and her belt snapped. Beer, wine, whiskey, cider, rum and vodka were available in a hundred combinations and mixes, while beef, pork, bread, stew, soup, cake, pie and a dozen sandwiches with sides were on order. Life in the Dominion, even in its rural hinterlands, hadn't prepared her for so much food and Kayla felt her tongue lolling from her mouth...

But thinking about the plushly plump prostitutes outside reminded the elf about why Kayla shouldn't pig out. She was far superior and could control her appetite quite easily, thank you very much! So the dark elf ordered a simple sandwich, ham, cheese and tomato, with a nice salad and a small beer. Delicious and balanced nutritionally.

Munching on her very standard lunch, Kayla cast her eyes across the room. The Choked Boar was a common staging ground for adventuring groups setting into the interior and a few groups were setting up here. Now, which one would she choose?

*The Sea Devils:  three Devil-Blooded sister (Abara, Balla and Cula) adventurers who previously mutually captained a pirate ship until it sank. Rebranding themselves as land adventurers, they sell their swords and spells for coin and adventure. Abara (21) is a cocky but sweet massively muscled, black haired barbarian brawler who stands nearly nearly seven feet tall, taut abs rippling in a chain mail bikini, she fights with bladed gauntlets. Balla (25) is a sly, sarcastic, ultra skinny rogue with red hair and no fat on her body besides a stupendous, magically enhanced bust purchased with the profits of her last expedition, the DDs shown off by a taut combat corset. Lastly, Cula (30) is a cleric of the Goddess of Pleasure, languid, seductive but secretly wanting to be swept off her feet, her hour glass figure is shown off in a green gown that's mostly unbuttoned, however she's started to develop a bit of a weight problem that's mostly hidden by her wide skirts due to it concentrating in her butt and thighs. Right now, Abara is eating a massive platter of pig, Balla is flirting with a waitress and Cula is picking unhappily at a salad.

*The Sand Dancers: a dark skinned pair of twin, brother and sister elves from the deserts of the Dominion's eastern fringe. The brother, Seren is a tall and lithely muscular rogue who fights with two scimitars and seems to always have a joke for an occasion and flirts with anything in a skirt, aided by not wearing a shirt of his own. Laren, the sister, is a very slim cleric of the minor goddess of Dance, currently wearing a see through gown of green gauze to display her utterly lithe body, as if to taunt anyone who looked at her. Currently they are engaged in a drinking contest with each other, being evenly matched, and cheered on by several scantily clad waitresses.

*The Virtue Guard: most unusually is a mother, daughter trio. Baroness Morrigan Mountjoy (42) hails from the 101 kingdoms, she was Angel Born peasant peasant cleric that fought a defense against an invasion of hyena men from the west and was knighted by the Red Empress for valor. The follower of the goddess of justice' platinum hair, silver eyes and muscular good looks (combined with a 6'9 height) soon earning her a marriage offer from a rich Baron. Brave and strong, but not very disciplined or observant, twenty years of marriage in the decadent upper classes made Morrigan too fat to fly and her two oldest, spoiled daughters Janice (21) and Laila (20) weren't much thinner. Disgusted with herself, the winged MILF put herself and her two oldest on a strict diet to get them combat fit and to keep them that way has dragged them across the continent on adventures, whether the two like it or not. Which they mostly don't. Morrigan's steel breast plate shows that most of the MILF fat has burned off, revealing a buxom figure with large breasts and wide hips that matches her earnest and guileless personality. Adventuring has made her couch potato daughters hard and lithe, Janice is a muscular knight who fights with a hammer and Laila is a lean rogue who uses a chain whip, quite unwillingly as both just want to laze around, pork up and get courted by the chubby chasing nobility of Orange. Unfortunately their dowries are only released if they keep a fit figure until 23...unless they can find enough loot to go without. Currently Morrigan is plotting out an egress route into the jungle, while her daughters stare longingly at food being delivered to nearby tables.

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I’m too excited to wait until I get home to my laptop, so here’s an intermission tapped discreetly on my phone from work phone 📱 

Kayla eyes her makeshift audience with all the caution and shyness of a street cat as she seated herself on a creaking stool before the bar. True, she always had envisioned crowds of gawking, adoring masses on plenty of sleepless nights in the woods, but none of them had any catcalling or whistles involved. Then again, fame was fame, and she would allow them to continue — for now. After all, none could expect these common folk to recognize just who they were dealing with!

Just as Kayla was beginning to look for a menu to read, one of the bar wenches approached, clad in a skimpy outfit composed of hip-hugging trousers cut at the top of each thigh, a low-cut blouse, and little else.

”Lass,” the wench smiled with an elbow on the bar. “What can I get you, love?”

Lass? Love? What crude indecency! “Um... do you have a menu?”

”It’s a bar and bonfire, love, not a coffee house. Just lemme know what you want.”

Kayla’s stomach grumbled, twisting itself into knots like a toddler in a tantrum. “Well, how much does... this buy?” She held aloft her ten coins, which the wench snatched promptly.

”How about a sandwich and beer? My specialty.”

”... indeed,” Kayla stiffened, attempting to project as much grace and dignity as possible.

”What you like in it?”

”Um...” Kayla leaned forwards in thought, trying not to think of her butt shifting awkwardly on the creaking stool, or the tightness of her white traveling trousers, or how she could feel the eyes of half the crowd on her back. “Ham. Some cheese, and... also a tomato. That sounds suitably balanced,” a gentle flip of her bowels reminded her she’d skipped breakfast and lunch. “Oh, and maybe a salad?”

”I’ll throw something together.”

”Excellent.”

”And anything else?”

”Well... you see, I was looking for an adventuring band. They needed another hand?”

”You have any idea how little that narrows it down, love?” The wench chuckles as she tugged a rogue boob back into place. “Take a look around you. This is the Choked Boar. Everyone knows to meet here for sword and mage work.”

”Indeed,” Kayla replied, too proud to admit that she didn’t. “But I’m looking for the group that’s going into the jungle to look through ruins?”

”That would be The Sea Devils. They’re always in here, drinking and eating. Not that I mind, but it’s been a while since they left.”

“Wonderful. If you could point me towards—“

”They aren’t here yet, darling. Why don’t you loosen your belt and I’ll bring you your beer. They should be coming in by the time your dinner is done. They always come at sunset.”

Kayla was slightly miffed at the suggestion that she loosen her belt — as if she ever needed to! Yet food would be a welcome distraction from the untoward attention she was receiving, so she opted to bide her time and wait.

But not before tugging at her belt out of habit.

(will write the rest at home; gimme a hot minute)

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(at last, I have a valid excuse to use my cryptic Marine jargon ⚓)

The Sea Devils:  three Devil-Blooded sister (Abara, Balla and Cula) adventurers who previously mutually captained a pirate ship until it sank. Rebranding themselves as land adventurers, they sell their swords and spells for coin and adventure. Abara (21) is a cocky but sweet massively muscled, black haired barbarian brawler who stands nearly nearly seven feet tall, taut abs rippling in a chain mail bikini, she fights with bladed gauntlets. Balla (25) is a sly, sarcastic, ultra skinny rogue with red hair and no fat on her body besides a stupendous, magically enhanced bust purchased with the profits of her last expedition, the DDs shown off by a taut combat corset. Lastly, Cula (30) is a cleric of the Goddess of Pleasure, languid, seductive but secretly wanting to be swept off her feet, her hour glass figure is shown off in a green gown that's mostly unbuttoned, however she's started to develop a bit of a weight problem that's mostly hidden by her wide skirts due to it concentrating in her butt and thighs. Right now, Abara is eating a massive platter of pig, Balla is flirting with a waitress and Cula is picking unhappily at a salad.

The sensation of fullness was a guilty pleasure of Kayla's that she would never admit to having -- and one that was all-too-easily sated considering how her stomach was usually no larger than an unripe mango. Hence, she leaned comfortably against the bar, already feeling the effects of her single keg of beer on her mind as a pleasant fog that made her lips tingle. The slight pressure of her taught midsection on the front of her high-waisted trousers was pleasant enough for her to sigh with ease, but also alarming enough to make her subconsciously clench her abs in to maintain the appearance of perfect flatness.

She didn't have to wait long for The Sea Devils to make their presence known. In fact, she heard their arrival before the front doors swung aside to reveal three of the grittiest demon-bloods she ever laid eyes upon.

Of course, being a country bumpkin, Kayla had only ever seen crude drawings and sketches of demon-bloods in her books, which suggested ugly, vile creatures traipsing the line between man and beast. But these three were different: they traipsed the line between woman and beast. Each boasted smooth, blood-red skin without hint of blemish or hair, hard, long fingernails reminiscent of claws, and absolutely jaw-dropping figures that made the little dark elf blink with awe.

"Brewess!" the tallest demon-blood roared over the din of the tavern as she approached the stool next to Kayla. "A fresh plate of pork!"

"Sure thing, Abara," the bar wench smirked knowingly. "Got a fresh kill in the back. Why don't you loosen your belt and take a seat while I get it?"

"Good to go," Abara patted the buckle symbolically, but made no moves to unfasten it.

Kayla, for her part, was awestruck by the sheer size of the half-demoness, whose seven-foot height towered high over the seated elf, her bare, red abs a wall of muscle. She gulped at the sight of the woman's breasts, half-secured by a chain-mailed brazier that matched the trailing bottoms girdling her muscled hips. Abara's head poked into view from aforementioned breasts, staring back at her.

"Okay zero! Eyeballs!" the near-naked warrior raised an eyebrow at her.

"What?"

"Just what do you think you're eyeballin?'"

"I was..."

"Easy," Abara smirked as she straddled a stool beside the elf like a horse. "Of course you were eyeballin' me -- everyone does."

Before Kayla could think of a way to regain her composure, the bar wench returned with a steaming plate of roast pig. "Here's the usual," she smiled as she placed the delicacy before her patron. "Oh! I see you've met already. Abara, this is Kayla."

"Who?"

Kayla was about to answer when the second demon-blood eased herself onto the opposite stool. Kayla's shoulders shrank inwards, an acute sense of entrapment snaring her, and she stared nervously at the new potential threat. This newcomer was no giant (to her relief). In fact, she was just about the same size and build as Kayla -- save for a pair of pert, round breasts bulging-up from a tight, leather corset. Kayla wasn't the only one staring at them -- the bar wench stared openly, an eyebrow raised judgmentally.

"Welcome back Bella," she bit her lip. "I'm guessing you want the usual?"

"Aw, what's the matter?" Bella smirked, leaning forwards so her cleavage was in full view. "You aren't calling me 'love' or what?"

"Please. I call everyone that... you're different. In fact, more different than usual."

"Am I? What's changed? Do you like it?"

The bar wench rolled her eyes. "I'll be right back with your keg."

"Bring two this time!" Bella called after her. Then she turned to face Kayla and leaned close. "So! What's a boot like you doing in a place like this?"

It took every ounce of courage in Kayla's body to not lean away, but she held her ground and cleared her throat. "Ahem... you're part of The Sea Devils, I presume? My name is Kayla, and I --"

"Kayla! That's a pretty name."

"So... I'm interested in enlisting in your party to search the jungle ruins."

"Hey, I gave you a compliment. What's the big idea?"

"... what?"

"Aye aye captain, or some shit," Bella leaned closer, smile broadening into a grin of blazingly-white teeth. "Or a thank you, at least?"

"Thank you?"

"I'm kidding!" Bella slapped her arm. "Gods, but you're adorable! And yes, we're The Sea Devils, captains of the Iron Duck, may she rest in pieces."

"Aye," Abara held a bite of pork aloft with her fork in salute. "The greatest wooden hunk to ever float."

"So!" Bella slammed the bar with sudden enthusiasm. "I am Bella! The street-smartest pair of hands merchants ever matched wits with. And this is Abara -- she's strong."

"Not strong enough," Abara smirked as she chewed another bite. "Never strong enough!"

"Gainz for days!" Bella yelled. "And this is our chaplain, Cula."

Kayla was about to ask where Cula was when Balla leaned slightly aside to reveal one of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen. Neither massively strong like Abara, nor lithe and slender like Balla, Cula boasted a soft, curvaceous figure barely contained in a green gown that complimented her red complexion. Breasts larger and riper even than Balla's popped forwards from an unbuttoned front that revealed a stomach as smooth as a tomato. Kayla could even see the woman's navel, a shallow hole just deep enough for a finger to be able to tug upwards against the flap of skin just over it...

"Hey! Listen to me, boot! Okay, zero! Eyeballs!" Balla leaned into Kayla's field of vision once more, and the elf jerked with surprise, suddenly realizing that her mind had "tunneled" again. "So what were you eyeballin?'" Balla asked. "Don't answer -- I don't care. But I do care about you, do you understand? You say you wanna be a Sea Devil? Yeah?"

"I do..." Kayla nodded enthusiastically.

"So what do you do for us? Why should I say yes?"

(Rolled CHARISMA: 26. Pass)

"I'm a wizard," Kayla straightened in her seat. "Can't you tell? My memory's very sharp, a-and you see... I mean, I see that you don't have a wizard in your party."

"Okay, first and foremost, we're all warriors, do you understand? Every Sea Marine's a warrior."

"Mm!" Abara chimed-in, flexing a massive bicep.

"So that means you need to hold-out in a scrum," Bella wagged her finger. "So! How are we gonna prove that, huh?"

"I got this knife," Kayla patted the hilt of her blade strapped to her little waist. "And I traveled here across wood and jungle country by myself."

"Not bad," Bella paused when the bar wench placed two kegs brimming with foam before her. "Hey, thanks darling... anyway, I'm not gonna lie, I think I might just like you, Kaerin."

"My name is --"

"Alright, zero! As I was saying, I think I like you, and I'm not saying that being a wizard isn't useful, but you see the girl behind me? She's a chaplain, remember? She's got spells for days. Ain't that right, Cula? Cula?"

Cula started from her food, a bowl of salad identical to the one Kayla had enjoyed, but seemed to be making the cleric sick. She nodded lack-lusterly to Balla's query, and immediately returned to picking at her nutritious food.

"And as for me, well," Balla shrugged her shoulders and squeezed her arms tight against her sides, making her generous bosom swell seductively. "I like to think that you can set your mind to whatever you desire, no matter what class you are."

"Me too!" Kayla perked-up at the mention of ambition. "Oh. Sorry."

"But maybe you have a unique set of skills we can use, huh? Tell me what kind of spells you got."

"I can do any spell I read about," Kayla puffed her chest proudly. "And I've read a lot. Actually... it depends on how much mana the spell needs... and if I remember the spell..."

"Whatever. What do you know now? Off the top of your head?"

"Well the last couple books I read were Fauna of the Continent and Layman's Guide to Illusion..."

"Okay, tracking. Keep going."

"So I know this spell that allows me to sense edible food. It was really useful while I was in the woods. Also, I remember how to cast a spell nobles use to make their middles appear slimmer."

"Basic illusion spell..." Bella smirked. "Maybe you should join us after all! You can cast it on Cula over here!"

"Balla!" Cula huffed, stabbing a crouton with her fork. "I do not need a slimming spell! As you can see, I'm the sexiest woman here."

"Aw, really?" Balla leaned towards her. "You sure you couldn't use a little tone? Just the illusion of it? I wanted to sign the elf with us, but if you say you're fine, well..."

Cula groaned. "Balla, you ass! It's not like that!"

"So do you want her or naw...?"

"Ask Abara."

"So what you think Abara?" Balla leaned past Kayla to brush her hand against the towering warrior's thick tricep.

The chainmail-bikini-clad barbarian mused the question, chewing thoughtfully as she stared at the ceiling. Meanwhile, Kayla was trapped between the bar and Balla's breasts.

"Mm... I want to take her with us," Abara concluded, rubbing Kayla's hair with her arm, palming her entire head. "She looks smart -- and warm."

"So that's settled," Balla snaked her arm around Kayla's body, squeezing tight. "We're leaving tomorrow morning to find us some booty. Understand?"

"Y-yes," Kayla said nervously, trapped between two demon-girls.

So, my plan has succeeded, Kayla smiled silently to herself. And it was all according to plan, of course... they may think me to be a harmless little dark elf, but they have yet to witness the full power of my unmatched, cunning wit! First, the jungle ruins, next, the world...

"Let's drink on it!" Balla slid her spare keg towards Kayla. "Drink!"

Kayla swallowed. Her stomach was already comfortably full. Could she really submit herself to more?

(Roll WILLPOWER: 19 PASS)

"N-no need for that," Kayla sniffed. "I have no coin for another round, after all..."

[Batman76]

On 9/22/2020 at 3:25 PM, boss frond said:

“this job is going to be a lot more fun than I thought…”

l’Vi turned to the ornate full-length mirror opposite the windows in her modest chambers. “Modest” being the most relative of terms. These were by far the most opulent accommodations the young Angleblood had ever experienced.  And by far the most… red. Red window dressings, red bedspread, a red canopy looming over the redwood four poster bed, red carpet beneath her feet… The walls were paneled with redwood, thank the heavens they weren’t painted red as well. Nevertheless, it all seemed a bit on the nose. Perhaps meant to impose a sense of the Empresses’ authority on new courtiers.

Admiring her large-for-her-figure breasts and her pert round bottom peaking out between her wings, l’Vi turned to the side to survey her still bloated tummy. She frowned as it did not even reach past her breasts. Closing her eyes she imagined having a soft, perfectly round potbelly looming over her underthings like her treasured friend Lissia.

Lissia… visions of the beautiful nymph leapt into l’Vi’s mind. Her green-tinged skin the color of bamboo just before it matures… Her long wavy hair, auburn at their last meeting, falling over her shoulders and onto her engorged breasts… Her large spherical belly and think love handles squeezing over her too-tight woven grass skirt… l’Vi imagined herself with a belly just as big and round and soft pressing against Lissia’s gut as l’Vi leans in to feed the nymph another fattening confection…

A knock at the door roused l’Vi from her reverie.

“You better be awake O’Se!”

Shit! What was Sam doing here… surely he isn't allowed run of the ladies dormitory... and thank the angles she had locked door. Her left hand had drifted to her sex while her right hand massaged her non-existent belly.

“I’m awake you old busybody!”

“Well hurry along! Might be hot shit with your dusty, hunchbacked bookworms, but yer a nobody here! A threatening nobody! The worst kind! You’ve got to stay focused little missy!”

She sighed to herself. He was right of course. She had to stay on task. Trouble was, she hadn’t been given one. She had arrived yesterday afternoon, eaten an obscenely large meal and promptly fell asleep. She was awakened from her nap by some stressed-out servant babbling that she had to get herself ready for the dinner last night.  

She knew she ought to at least begin looking into the so-called ‘Dummy Thicc Curse” she had heard whispers of in Venija. And she should probably try to get an audience with someone of at least minor importance… But after that little fantasy she was not going to be able to get a single thing done until she had gorged herself or pleasured herself and she wasn’t about pleasure herself with Sam outside the door.

Being a wizard and being beautiful she could get away with wearing nothing but a rather simple red robe, at least to breakfast. Wizarding robes could be complicated, and wizarding robes for Angelbloods even more so as they had their wings to contend with but l’Vi expertly slipped into hers and flung the door open to greet Sam.

“I must have breakfast, I am FAMISHED.”

l’Vi looked around with a start. The hallway was empty. Of, course it was. This was exactly the sort of stupid game Sam loved to play just to piss her off. “Whatever,” she thought, “I’ll deal with him when I’ve filled up this pathetic little tummy… Maybe I can play a few games with these young lasses as well..."

ROLLS:

CONSTITUTION, for last night's binge: 46, Pass

WILLPOWER, for breakfast: 48, Fail.

CONSTITUTION, for breakfast 24, Pass.

CHARISMA, for breakfast, 89, Fail!!

Damn !!

Also, thank you! This is so fun. I'm happy to do quite a bit of writing to keep things interesting!

 

I'Vi knew that before anything, she needed energy to burn and to wash off any excess from the night before.

A glimpse outside her door revealed girls trickling from their rooms, in various states of hangovers, bedhead and walks of shame. Few of them were wearing make up or had their hair in any approachable state, but at the moment those standards of beauty were forgotten. Universally though, the mostly sorceress crowd was very scantily clad. Lacy negligee the size/thickness of a handkerchief that did more to expose nubile breasts and heartshaped butts, while totally transparent night gowns draped over full busts and round hips, erect nipples showing that it was still early spring. The Angel-Blood noted with an amused, aroused smirk that a few of the Imperial Ladies in Waiting were carrying a few extra pounds, there a belly pressing tighter into the taut night gown than the same maiden's breasts were, there a butt hanging out of its underwear like the flag of a defeated army, over here a chunky set of thighs. Given that they all had towels of various amounts of fluffiness it was likely they'd beheading to the baths at some point and she'd see even more of them.

"Best keep an eye out for Sam, I'm sure that little pervert will be around somewhere..." she mused, eyes following a particularly nice starter belly muffin topping over a thong's straps.

Slipping into a see through red robe, showing both l"Vi's stunning cleavage and all the pounds she unfortunately wasn't carrying around her belly. Well, there was certainly a good spread to be shoved down and the sooner she got there, the sooner her own gut would by hanging down by her knees. The Angel-blood headed into the hall, her white wings and bouncy bust catching the eye as she flounced down the red granite hall. Before long, l"Vi's small nostrils widened to smell every breakfast dish imaginable.

If there'd been any doubt over why the feminine population of the Red Palace was always in a slow state of weight gain, this room would have put that mystery to rest. Hundreds of tables were laid out for the hungry cuties, and a dozen long buffet lines. Meat sizzled and pastries gleamed, while a chocolate fountain and bubbly wracks of breakfast champagne waited alongside a very busy coffee bar.

Humming to herself, thinking of the type of belly she could get in a few months of steadily eating at this place and just how big and buttery and, l"Vi got in line.  For a moment she waited, barely able to even listen to the chatter around her about tournaments and balls and diets, and focusing on all of that sugar, salt and grease she could get into her tummy. The moment she got in front of that pile of Danishes, bacon, donuts, ham, quiche and tarts, the Angel-Blood's tongue started wagging. Once she had enough fattening junk on her plate to make a horse go *pop*. Tossing a few tarts into her mouth, cheeks bulging out like a chipmunk, she turned around and nearly knocked over the pile of another young woman...

"Oh sorry!" the other girl said, nearly making the Angel born choke out.

This girl....damn. The Angel-Born liked girls with some chunk and preferred it if she could carry a few extra pounds, remembering how good Lissia's initial pudge had looked made the initial gain so sweet. So she'd gotten pretty good at looking for women on the verge of or just starting to go from slender beauty to languid cream puff. And this girl here, her weight was about to take off like a rocket!

Gulping the food down, enough calories to ruin the diet of anyone on there own who wasn't an angel born, I"Vi shook her head.

"No no, its all my fault. I need to learn to watch where I'm going!," the wizard said, "best we all learn to navigate like we're quite a bit bigger than we are, if we're going to eat like this every day."

The other lady in waiting stared at the wizard like she'd grown another head, "Are you...are you calling me fat?"

"Well not quite yet, but obviously you're trying to gain if you eat like that," I'Vi smiled, "you must be a natural fat girl just waiting to get big! I'm hoping to get a nice soft tummy myself, you?'

The other girl slapped her tray back onto the buffet and the massive noise of echoed through the room.  I'Vi realized she'd let her horniness get well away from her, projecting her desires for bulking up amid curvy cuties onto someone who wasn't yet aware they were a natural cow. Going beat red, body burning off the calories she'd gulped in record time, she new she'd have to fix this somehow! Or else she'd just totally screwed up her first interaction with....

The frost giant girl Aurora: while skinny as a rail right now, the way this girl was eating meant she'd soon have the typical frost giant's chunky build. Tear drops were welling in her big blue eyes and she looked ready to bolt off shrieking and weeping! Catching up with someone the size of a tree was going to be hard....Roll Athletics

A glamorous looking elven cleric named Vetica: with calf length black hair and big brown eyes, this arrogant beauty had a starter paunch catching up with her big boobs and was not happy someone else had noticed her addiction to human food! I"Vi might have made an enemy judging by the slap coming to her face! Roll Athletics!

A human knight named Isabeau: blonde of hair, blue of eye and golden of skin, Isabeau used to have a ripped soldiers build. Since coming to court she's lost her muscle and beginning to pad out afore and behind, being one of the plumper girls at court now. And while she's about to run from the tray, the red blush on her cheeks suggests she's more aroused than angered by that...Roll Charisma!

A red haired human sorceress named Sabine: a green eyed red head, the tight nighty over her slightly too curvy for its own good figure and wearing enough jewelry to buy a cavalry regiment new horses. Save for the lack of wings, I'vi realizes she looks quite a bit like Princess Simone or Princess Ravenna and quite a bit like the gorgeous ginger Sorcress who owns this empire. Had she just told a member of the royal family she looked chunky? Better solve this quick! Roll Charisma!