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4 hours ago, boss frond said:

Did the Theona description get edited after it was first posted? Or did i somehow miss the second half😅

 

Well my description of the Harem is a bit different but similar. 

That's fine, the only thing I really cared about was player explanation.

 

Which you clearly did!

 

I might also make rules for playing as a dragon too...

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On 9/27/2020 at 5:54 PM, flyer33 said:

Oh wow, this is fantastic. And a dream come true for Connie! Rich lands! Unlimited dairy-based foods to gorge on, ample leisure time to spend in the bedroom! And the chance to get into her parents good books by marrying well and producing heirs! Hmm, and with the added bonus that once she is pregnant she may still be able to do some light diplomatic duties - with no risk of getting any more pregnant than she already is!

 

As a diplomat, Connie almost certainly does carry a anti-conception charm with her. That said, it seems that a prompt marriage is on the way, so perhaps it is prudent for her to "forget" to use it.

 

"Oh!" Exclaimed Connie, her dress just barely hanging on. "I think you got me at 'creameries', Lord Syrup, but if not then you most certainly did at 'ice cream factory!' Now, feed me the last of that orange tart, please, before we seal the deal!"

As she savoured the very last bit of tart that she could possibly cram down, Connie pondered. With so little time before her husband-to-be headed east, and a pressing need for her to get pregnant beforehand, she anticipated the need for her to go on a strict... Fertility diet! Mmm! They were notoriously fattening, but it would be her familial duty to force down every rich drink of honeyed and spiced milk, and all the buttery plates of carbs and nutritious fruits she could manage! Which would be a lot, knowing Connie... Mmm! After all, even she probably wouldn't get preggers first time...

* Connie rolls 28, and so is not yet pregnant! Looks like she'll get to enjoy that fertility diet after all!

Connie woke up in her own bed after far too little sleep, to the tinny sound of the alarm clock reminding her to go jog so her hard rewon fat camp figure would last until the next mission.

The blonde diplomat licked tart jelly off her lips, and felt a smug satisfaction and a slight hang over not uncommon after a good rogering. She ran her hands over her body, noting sore breasts, feeling the muscles under her small layer of belly fat, her commendable metabolism having flattened all evidence of her nightly gorge and perhaps the somnambulist munching that had followed...

 

ROLL CONSTITUTION TO AVOID WG.

The self assessment stopped at her smugly sore sex, the fondling of the tired organ revealing she was wearing a ring. A massive silver band with a chunk of amber the size of a pinky nail, the engraved metal bearing the Syrup family crest. Connie didn't need to glance at her frayed, stretched but still in one piece Sure Thing dress to confirm it hadn't been a dream. The dress, her reputation as a tough negotiator, a good set of boobs and her big appetite had landed a handsome, attentive, nurturing fiance who wanted her well fed and pregnant, with a free hand in running his vast estates!

"Jackpot," Connie grinned, grabbing the alarm clock and chucking it out the window.

She no longer needed to get up or to jog.

The yawning blonde got up and slid a see through nighty over her curves, pulling the servant bell rope thrice to summon a personal attendant, Julia, a svelte red head girl start to strain her tight maids outfit, which the well trained maid knew meant an immense breakfast in bed followed by a belly rub and a hot bath.

A real diet buster, the sort of heavy cream and butter rich, preserved fruit and buttered greens heavy, fatty bacon and crisp fried egg feast that would have even her getting weighed and shamed at a fat audit even with her metabolism. One that would also make her fertile as a fresh plowed field. 

FERTILITY DIET TRAIT ACHIEVED!: Connie is now on a fertility diet. +5 to conception rolls per gained Fat point. Connie counts as OVEREATING every day she was on it.

While waiting for her attendants, Connie considered her self the mirror. Fat camp had made her fit as her de'Colletege genes allowed: narrow waisted and firm lived, with muscle tone on her arms and legs. Over the years of diplomatic yoyoing, cup sizes and hip fat had stubbornly stuck despite repeated fat camps, thank the goddess of beauty, leaving her a curvy fit hour glass dependant on her good metabolism and exercise to stay slim. Sexy and voluptuous but able to leap into action when needed, early in a mission at least...

But that was going to change.

If Connie wasn't pregnant now, she wanted to be before her wedding day. 101 culture was fine with premarital sex (although it frowned on literally sleeping together) and even in thin preferring nations it was considered good luck for the bride to waddle down the aisle with a big belly, leaving a trail of leaky breast milk behind them. Connie for instance had been born only an hour after her mother had said "I do".

No more exercise beyond keegles and breathing. No more diets save ones designed to pump her up with extra calories. No more fat audits if she skated the new mother loop holes until she hit forty.

And possibly no more adventures. No more late night carousing in foreign lands... Ok, once she was knocked up and huge she was sure her hubby would be ok with her working for prince and country on her back. But anything more strenuous than squeezing in and out of a carriage might be beyond her.

The countess loved to eat, be it snacking lightly all day or eating until her corset string snapped at one meal. And she loved the curves that came with extra pounds, particularly her breasts which got crazy huge once she got into the plump range, never feeling sexier than when she was at her plumpest. But also didn't mind the looks her long legs got her while dancing to exhaustion or getting wolf whistles in a tight dress at court. So she was a little divided perhaps on her impending change from sexy single to overweight milf to be.

Connie might not be this thin and active again ever. Her own mother had been a decorated, fit Colonel before getting married to take up the family lands (the de'Colletege line passing name and property via from mother to most productive and best married daughter) and turning into one of the most fat audited women in the kingdom. For Connie to get her mother's lands, she'd have to outbreed her sister, who had a big head start.

So if she was going to do anything adventurous, best to get it out of the way before she got F, A, T FAT...

While her maid brought in breakfast, the plush countess considered the next two weeks and how she'd spend them. She'd have to visit family, print out announcements and visit to meet the Syrups.... And fuck her fiance at least twice...But she'd have some time to have some adventure if she wanted, what ever nature it was ...

ROLL 28 WEIGHT GAIN CONSTITUTION CHECKS. Roll 2 CONCEPTION CHECKS

Aside from eating until she was sick everyday (and unbeknownst to her, night)...

BABY CRAZY: getting her mother's much nicer mansion, sugar and dairy farms, diamond mine and river ports meant getting knocked up quickly and frequently. Which meant visiting her betrothed to be for a lot of demonstrations of his regimental standard, she couldn't go everyday but the weekends....ROLL 6 CONCEPTION CHECKS WITH BONUS

YOU REMEMBER OUR VENERABLE ESTATE, OPULENT AND IMPERIAL...great aunt Kellys crumbling old castle is hers and it's on a rough road, perhaps Connie should visit while she can still get into the saddle...or run if the rumors about the old spinsters weird science and rituals are true...

FAT AUDIT!: One of Connie's good friends, and the mistress to the prince's son, sorceress Erica D'Gaunt suffered a surprise corset failure at court, revealing the skinny mini secretly had a belly half way to her knees and was hiding four chins with an illusion ! Connie has been called to the resultant fat audit in two weeks, but smells a rat. Erica hates fatty foods and runs everyday, something nefarious must be up... And Connie best hope she's not too chubby to get a fat audit of her own.

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Awesome stuff! Connie's going to pick one of the latter 2 options - probably a visit to her aunt Kelly's castle, before the trip becomes too arduous. After all, with her new fertility diet, and perhaps a little weight gain, she's confident she'll be knocked up before her big day without four-times-weekly sex sessions (which she'd enjoy, of course, but there will be plenty more time for that on the honeymoon)! Crumbling castle it is! 

3 hours ago, Batman76 said:

Connie woke up in her own bed after far too little sleep, to the tinny sound of the alarm clock reminding her to go jog so her hard rewon fat camp figure would last until the next mission.

The blonde diplomat licked tart jelly off her lips, and felt a smug satisfaction and a slight hang over not uncommon after a good rogering. She ran her hands over her body, noting sore breasts, feeling the muscles under her small layer of belly fat, her commendable metabolism having flattened all evidence of her nightly gorge and perhaps the somnambulist munching that had followed...

 

ROLL CONSTITUTION TO AVOID WG.

The self assessment stopped at her smugly sore sex, the fondling of the tired organ revealing she was wearing a ring. A massive silver band with a chunk of amber the size of a pinky nail, the engraved metal bearing the Syrup family crest. Connie didn't need to glance at her frayed, stretched but still in one piece Sure Thing dress to confirm it hadn't been a dream. The dress, her reputation as a tough negotiator, a good set of boobs and her big appetite had landed a handsome, attentive, nurturing fiance who wanted her well fed and pregnant, with a free hand in running his vast estates!

"Jackpot," Connie grinned, grabbing the alarm clock and chucking it out the window.

She no longer needed to get up or to jog.

The yawning blonde got up and slid a see through nighty over her curves, pulling the servant bell rope thrice to summon a personal attendant, Julia, a svelte red head girl start to strain her tight maids outfit, which the well trained maid knew meant an immense breakfast in bed followed by a belly rub and a hot bath.

A real diet buster, the sort of heavy cream and butter rich, preserved fruit and buttered greens heavy, fatty bacon and crisp fried egg feast that would have even her getting weighed and shamed at a fat audit even with her metabolism. One that would also make her fertile as a fresh plowed field. 

FERTILITY DIET TRAIT ACHIEVED!: Connie is now on a fertility diet. +5 to conception rolls per Fat point. Connie counts as OVEREATING every day she was on it.

While waiting for her attendants, Connie considered her self the mirror. Fat camp had made her fit as her de'Colletege genes allowed: narrow waisted and firm lived, with muscle tone on her arms and legs. Over the years of diplomatic yoyoing, cup sizes and hip fat had stubbornly stuck despite repeated fat camps, thank the goddess of beauty, leaving her a curvy fit hour glass dependant on her good metabolism and exercise to stay slim. Sexy and voluptuous but able to leap into action when needed, early in a mission at least...

But that was going to change.

If Connie wasn't pregnant now, she wanted to be before her wedding day. 101 culture was fine with premarital sex (although it frowned on literally sleeping together) and even in thin preferring nations it was considered good luck for the bride to waddle down the aisle with a big belly, leaving a trail of leaky breast milk behind them. Connie for instance had been born only an hour after her mother had said "I do".

No more exercise beyond keegles and breathing. No more diets save ones designed to pump her up with extra calories. No more fat audits if she skated the new mother loop holes until she hit forty.

And possibly no more adventures. No more late night carousing in foreign lands... Ok, once she was knocked up and huge she was sure her hubby would be ok with her working for prince and country on her back. But anything more strenuous than squeezing in and out of a carriage might be beyond her.

Connie might not be this thin and active again ever. Her own mother had been a decorated, fit Colonel before getting married to take up the family lands (the de'Colletege line passing name and property via from mother to most productive and best married daughter) and turning into one of the most fat audited women in the kingdom. For Connie to get her mother's lands, she'd have to outbreed her sister, who had a big head start.

So if she was going to do anything adventurous, best to get it out of the way before she got F, A, T FAT...

While her maid brought in breakfast, the plush countess considered the next two weeks and how she'd spend them. She'd have to visit family, print out announcements and visit to meet the Syrups.... And fuck her fiance at least twice...But she'd have some time to have some adventure if she wanted, what ever nature it was ...

ROLL 28 WEIGHT GAIN CONSTITUTION CHECKS. Roll 2 CONCEPTION CHECKS

Aside from eating until she was sick everyday (and unbeknownst to her, night)...

BABY CRAZY: getting her mother's much nicer mansion, sugar and dairy farms, diamond mine and river ports meant getting knocked up quickly and frequently. Which meant visiting her betrothed to be for a lot of demonstrations of his regimental standard, she couldn't go everyday but the weekends....ROLL 6 CONCEPTION CHECKS WITH BONUS

YOU REMEMBER OUR VENERABLE ESTATE, OPULENT AND IMPERIAL...great aunt Kellys crumbling old castle is hers and it's on a rough road, perhaps Connie should visit while she can still get into the saddle...or run if the rumors about the old spinsters weird science and rituals are true...

FAT AUDIT!: One of Connie's good friends, and the mistress to the prince's son, sorceress Erica D'Gaunt suffered a surprise corset failure at court, revealing the skinny mini secretly had a belly half way to her knees and was hiding four chins with an illusion ! Connie has been called to the resultant fat audit in two weeks, but smells a rat. Erica hates fatty foods and runs everyday, something nefarious must be up... And Connie best hope she's not too chubby to get a fat audit of her own.

Right! First, does Connie's midnight snacking leave any evidence on her hips? FAST METABOLISM (87, 58) / CON 70. Extra tart no problem for Connie!

Two weeks on her overindulgent fertility diet might be another matter though! Especially with her penchant for snacks! I'll write up Connie's results as a string of results: 'm' means Connie's fast metabolism handled her overconsumption, and 'G' means that she stuffed herself so much that even she gained weight!

mm,mm,mm,mm,mm,mm,mm. Outrageous! At the end of week 1 of her fertility diet, Connie is barely any fatter than when she left fat camp! Just full, most of the time, but her tummy snaps back to its flat self each morning! Even by her standards she would normally be choosing looser dresses after that packing away that much food! Perhaps the excitement as she plans her upcoming wedding is burning off too many calories. Anyway, time for her first visit to Lord Syrup's residence, so he can show her the rooms, especially the master bedroom, where she is keen for another memorable night (after a gargantuan dinner). 

Fertility check: 93. Yay, congratulations, Connie, on demonstrating your impressive fertility by becoming pregnant so soon! Of course, it'll be a little while before her boobs start swelling up so much more than normal and she's sure she's pregnant, so she'd better stick to that delicious fertility diet by indulging herself to the maximum! 

Gm,mm,mm,mm,Gm,mm,mG. 

Heh! Connie's second week of hefty calorie intake has caused her to gain weight! With all the food she'd been packing into her tummy, even Connie's FAST METABOLISM only reduces the fattening consequences of her fertility diet to 1.5 lbs of fat gained, softening Connie's belly and filling out her hips [I think this is right]... And her notably swollen bosom! Lord Syrup will doubtless be delighted, as Connie chooses an outfit that flatters her clearly well-fed figure, for her next visit.

Countess Contoura Decolletage has gained 1.5 lbs! Her weight is now 140.5 lbs. Her next FAT point (21) is at 146 lbs.

Also, Connie is pregnant! Over the next 9 months she will gain 3d4 = 8 FAT points! This corresponds to Connie growing 56 lbs fatter! Which is probably more than the principality approves of, but she is safe from their Fat Audits and Fat Camp for now! 

Anyway, some time in that second week, Connie pours herself into some tight riding leathers, while she can still fit into them, and takes her best horse on a visit to aunt Kelly's old castle! Connie's eccentric old relation might have been the sort of person that other deColletages might have omitted to put on their list of wedding invitations, but eccentrics can be interesting company, and Connie had never been one to neglect visiting aunt K, before she passed away and left the castle to her relatives. Partly, that was because of aunt Kelly's uncommon interest in cooking: she made excellent pumpkin pies! Just one thing disturbed Connie's thoughts, as her horse approached the rise towards the old, grey castle. Perhaps she shouldn't have worn this particular pair of black leather leggings: they were an old favourite, which she'd bought in her debutante year... When she was thinner. And doing up the button had made them ferociously tight! There was every risk she'd have to unbutton them at dinner, if she had a second helping of anything! And Connie most certainly did want a second helping of everything! Heavens, after the long ride, she wouldn't say not to a third! After all, her husband-to-be adored her curves, and so she did want to make sure she filled out her wedding dress nicely! 

 

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Connie headed up to the castle entrance. She wondered what to expect in the aged castle... It was an intriguing question, and different from the risque trains of thought she'd entertained on her ride over, when she'd been musing on whether any diplomatic assignments might be open to her once she was pregnant, or just fat...

Private tutor. In a nearby Duchy, scuttlebutt suggests the newly wed young Duke and his slim young wife need to be taken in hand and given some rather straightforward instructions. For, despite both being young and fit, after a year of marriage they have not yet produced an heir! The shy couple clearly need some advice about how to spend their time in the bedroom. And Connie is the perfect woman to give that advice! CHARISMA to broach the topic without causing embarrassment, and then either INTELLIGENCE to provide theoretical instruction, or ATHLETICS to furnish the young Duke with a practical demonstration... Of course, with Connie's ample allure, the latter course of action might risk giving the Duke a pregnancy fetish... 

You must be *this* fat to come in. The Margrave of Fatrovia, a small but rich gold mining town squeezed up against the mountains, is reputed to host the finest banquets in the 101 Kingdoms. Annoyingly, despite being quite the foodie, that's something Connie doesn't know from first hand experience. For the only way into the upper town area is through the Gate of Fat - a kind of reverse Fat Audit! Only the plumpest female diplomats and envoys are admitted to the upper town - with the rest being hosted in a lesser hall in the lower town. Even at her fattest, Connie was never eligible. But, with her recent pregnancy weight gain, Connie might be the only woman in the principality who can convey an important letter to the Margrave in person. 

 

 

 

 

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1 hour ago, flyer33 said:

Awesome stuff! Connie's going to pick one of the latter 2 options - probably a visit to her aunt Kelly's castle, before the trip becomes too arduous. After all, with her new fertility diet, and perhaps a little weight gain, she's confident she'll be knocked up before her big day without four-times-weekly sex sessions (which she'd enjoy, of course, but there will be plenty more time for that on the honeymoon)! Crumbling castle it is! 

Right! First, does Connie's midnight snacking leave any evidence on her hips? FAST METABOLISM (87, 58) / CON 70. Extra tart no problem for Connie!

Two weeks on her overindulgent fertility diet might be another matter though! Especially with her penchant for snacks! I'll write up Connie's results as a string of results: 'm' means Connie's fast metabolism handled her overconsumption, and 'G' means that she stuffed herself so much that even she gained weight!

mm,mm,mm,mm,mm,mm,mm. Outrageous! At the end of week 1 of her fertility diet, Connie is barely any fatter than when she left fat camp! Just full, most of the time, but her tummy snaps back to its flat self each morning! Even by her standards she would normally be choosing looser dresses after that packing away that much food! Perhaps the excitement as she plans her upcoming wedding is burning off too many calories. Anyway, time for her first visit to Lord Syrup's residence, so he can show her the rooms, especially the master bedroom, where she is keen for another memorable night (after a gargantuan dinner). 

Fertility check: 93. Yay, congratulations, Connie, on demonstrating your impressive fertility by becoming pregnant so soon! Of course, it'll be a little while before her boobs start swelling up so much more than normal and she's sure she's pregnant, so she'd better stick to that delicious fertility diet by indulging herself to the maximum! 

Gm,mm,mm,mm,Gm,mm,mG. 

Heh! Connie's second week of hefty calorie intake has caused her to gain weight! With all the food she'd been packing into her tummy, even Connie's FAST METABOLISM only reduces the fattening consequences of her fertility diet to 1.5 lbs of fat gained, softening Connie's belly and filling out her hips [I think this is right]... And her notably swollen bosom! Lord Syrup will doubtless be delighted, as Connie chooses an outfit that flatters her clearly well-fed figure, for her next visit.

Countess Contoura Decolletage has gained 1.5 lbs! Her weight is now 140.5 lbs. Her next FAT point (21) is at 146 lbs.

Also, Connie is pregnant! Over the next 9 months she will gain 3d4 = 8 FAT points! This corresponds to Connie growing 56 lbs fatter! Which is probably more than the principality approves of, but she is safe from their Fat Audits and Fat Camp for now! 

Anyway, some time in that second week, Connie pours herself into some tight riding leathers, while she can still fit into them, and takes her best horse on a visit to aunt Kelly's old castle! Connie's eccentric old relation might be the sort of person that other deColletages might forget to put on their list of wedding invitations, but eccentrics can be interesting company, and Connie is not one to neglect visiting her relatives. At least, not when they are noted for their uncommon interest in cooking, and for their excellent pumpkin pies! Just one thing disturbed Connie's thoughts, as her horse approached the rise towards the old, grey castle. Perhaps she shouldn't have worn this particular pair of black leather leggings: they were an old favourite, which she'd bought in her debutante year... When she was thinner. And doing up the button had made them ferociously tight! There was every risk she'd have to unbutton them at dinner, if she wanted a second helping of pumpkin pie. And Connie most certainly did want a second helping of pie! Heavens, after the long ride, she wouldn't say not to a third! After all, her husband-to-be adored her curves, and so she did want to make sure she filled out her wedding dress nicely! 

 

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Connie headed up to the castle entrance. She considered a topic of conversation... She decided it would be wise not to mention one of the risque trains of thought she'd entertained on her ride over, when she'd been musing on whether any diplomatic assignments might be open to her once she was pregnant, or just fat...

Private tutor. In a nearby Duchy, scuttlebutt suggests the newly wed young Duke and his slim young wife need to be taken in hand and given some rather straightforward instructions. For, despite both being young and fit, after a year of marriage they have not yet produced an heir! The shy couple clearly need some advice about how to spend their time in the bedroom. And Connie is the perfect woman to give that advice! CHARISMA to broach the topic without causing embarrassment, and then either INTELLIGENCE to provide theoretical instruction, or ATHLETICS to furnish the young Duke with a practical demonstration... Of course, with Connie's ample allure, the latter course of action might risk giving the Duke a pregnancy fetish... 

You must be *this* fat to come in. The Margrave of Fatrovia, a small but rich gold mining town squeezed up against the mountains, is reputed to host the finest banquets in the 101 Kingdoms. Annoyingly, despite being quite the foodie, that's something Connie doesn't know from first hand experience. For the only way into the upper town area is through the Gate of Fat - a kind of reverse Fat Audit! Only the plumpest female diplomats and envoys are admitted to the upper town - with the rest being hosted in a lesser hall in the lower town. Even at her fattest, Connie was never eligible. But, with her recent pregnancy weight gain, Connie might be the only woman in the principality who can convey an important letter to the Margrave in person. 

 

 

 

 

I'll let you pick the latter choices, which are wonderful btw, but this is the castle Connie inherited from her dead great aunt by losing the duel.

 

And holy shit her metabolism is nuts!

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1 hour ago, flyer33 said:

Ah, yes, that makes sense! I've made some minor edits to clear that up a bit. 

And let me give you just a start: because you walked into a dungeon...

Connie, slid off her horse, having to give her tight riding pants a tug.

She'd been gorging around the clock of late to up her fertility, but her fiendish metabolism had left her much the same save a permanent bloat in her belly. The fecund fertility goddess bod with huge breasts and a lap filling paunch she could get to be was stubbornly not returning, her body still in fat burning fat camp mode despite Connie doing nothing for two weeks but eat in her bed, get a massage and lounge in a hot bath, eating. She wanted her chubby chasing husband to be to lots of soft bounce to hold onto. She thought it somewhat ironic she was lamenting the difficulty of gaining weight, but knew that would change soon. de'Colletege women got big when they were pregnant and never returned quite to normal.

Connie had used her hopefully limited skinny time to get in some mounted sexual escapades the week before though with her fiance. General Syrup had the reputation as a disciplinarian, something Connie's sore bottom confirmed, and a hard charger. But he'd kept it perfectly gentlemanly, making sure Connie was good and sopping from fore play and oral before going to town, while praising her drive, wit and mental clarity and discussing the Principalities politics. Connie felt herself falling in love, and not just with his broad shoulders, large estate and impressive s we  especially as she'd been sopping wet and extra horny since then. Her cycle was like dwarven clock work and for it to be off, she was likely pregnant.

"Maybe I am gaining a little, I didn't think these pants were that tight," the diplomat said, looking up at her castle, "rather stimulating in the old clit though...a bit more than this place!"

Aunt Kelly had been a favorite visitor in Connie's childhood, a literal wizard with baking who'd been responsible for making Connie be the family fatty until her first fat camp. But many of the family had been afraid of the old spinster, who'd rarely taken visitors to her castle on a tall, lightning bedeviled hilltop a few days ride from Connie's small manor house her ambassador salary allowed. How Kelly had gotten the fortress was unknown, but local villagers whispered stories of strange lights and strange visitors...

Connie looked up as she walked into the gate house, hand on her small sword hilt. She was no coward and the fort was far from any monster nest or hostile border, but looking around the gloomy walls she now owned, the ambassador wouldn't have minded buff cousin Cara or her hunky fiance as back up. She walked towards the central keeps doors opening to find...

A STEAMING HOT PIECE OF PUMPKIN PIE: a slice of pie laid out for her, with whip cream! It's just like Kelly used to make! Connie's mouth drools, surely a slice won't hurt...ignore the ghostly children's voices singing "fatty fatty, two by four..." ROLL WILLPOWER, if failed Connie gains 1d10 pounds!

Or...

A WHOLE PUMPKIN PIE! Even better, ROLL WILLPOWER, if failed Connie gains 8d10 pounds!

 

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On 9/28/2020 at 3:05 AM, ulvrik said:

OHHHH Batman76 you evil DM bastard 😍😍😍 do you know how hard choices you did?? i loved all of them so i needed to roll a D6 for it, and the result i went with...

The big better: Regina has found a lucrative new scheme: serving as her friend Jesse's manager in the gladiatorix circuit! Given Wall breakers sheer power it should be easy... But the money means the barbarian is eating her self out of any chance to win a championship belt. Regina needs to keep her friend in fighting trim, even if it means her own svelte waist getting flabby!

Regina was in a frustrated state, she was sitting at her home of base, an old ruin shack.  She had tried several schemes to get some money and power but nothing seemed working. She couldn’t understand how the guards would come on to her at that party for a few weeks ago at Barons Faust party, or that heist she tried to pull at Countess Wilmas home at night… she had almost got caught if she didn’t have her wings to get away….

“If I just could get something as I wanted for once” she grumbled while she was walking back and forth, kicking some pebbles that were in her way. 

“if only, I don’t know.. Jessie was here, sure she a brute when it comes with ideas but at least I would have someone to talk to…” she stopped her walking and a cute sharp-fanged smile was entering on her face for the first time. 

”hmmm that doesn’t sound like a dumb idea, why don’t I go to her, that’s better than walking here and get nothing done” she walked briskly out from her shaft, felt the cold breeze of the spring evening hitting her face, and spread her large wings and took to the air, flying to there Jessie usual would be, at the Staggering Lamb Inn.

She arrived soon there, and in the darkness of the evening, the light from the old inn was like a leading beacon. She landed soft and started walking to the door while dusted off some of the dust that had swirled upon her landing. As she was entering the inn she was met by the smell of smoke, alcohol and the sound of laughter and shout, she looked around and the inn was not filled to the brim but she could see that it was livelier it usual, and the reason was middle of the floor.

Jessie Wallbreaker, was a massive muscular, big buxom human girl, standing 7 feet and 6 inches tall. She had a rather beautiful face, if not or a scare that went from her right eyebrows to under her right lip, her bronze skin shimmer from the torches while she was making wide gestures while telling an erotic story about a lumberjack and a Nymph. Most of the inn laughed, shouted, and made gestures as she should hurry to get the good parts.

Regina just smiled when she saw her friend making the scene and decided that she would sit on their usual table in the corner. While she was going around to the table she caught a barmaid on her way and ordered a drink for two, and giving her a soft slap on her butt while she was at it. The maid giggled walked away, a bit more swaying to the hips than before and Regina thought “at least I got the charm left”

Soon the people were breaking up as Jessie’s story had reached the climax, and the giant walked with certain steps to their table, when she saw Regina sitting there, her face broke up to a huge grin.

“Regina!” she bellowed, “I thought it was a long time I saw you here, can I order you something?”

Regina answered with a huge grin herself, showing her fangs in all its glory “already done it, come and sit down” her smile falter a little “I need a friend that can listen to me right now” Jessie looked at Regina, and sat down beside her, “what happed red foxy?” she asked quietly, using her nickname to Regina only when they were just two of them.

Regina sighed “I had a ruff month, nothing went as planned and I almost got caught one time... I’m thinking that I starting to lose my touch”

“Ouch so bad?” Jessie grimaced. “Well but for now let’s think and talk about good stuff” putting her huge arm around Regina’s shoulder and bringing her to a hug “And forget all bad things for now, ha look our drinks come here now!”

After a while, after drinking and talking about old-time and heist, Regina looked at Jessie and asked “But you seem really happy today, what gives?” Jessie started to laugh, “oh that? Ah you see, I got a challenge from a rival group to join in the gladiatrix, they think that I won’t show up because I work solo, and I’m not that good keeping myself in a good regime that a gladiator should.”

She took a huge gulp from her drink before continuing “what I was planning was that I would ambush them somewhere off the public to teach them a lesson, a deadly lesson” her face grew dark when she ended her sentence.

Regina was about to shake her head in Jessies brutish easy to solve things, but she stopped. “Wait” she began, “they invited you to join the gladiatrix?” 

“Yeah, but why would I do that? It sounds lame, and not that much killing if I got it right” Jessie answered, “and as I said I don’t have that discipline you are supposed to need”

“True,” Regina said, getting more exalted every second “but they get really a lot of money from it, and I know from a source that this year they get sponsored from the nobles not only from this duchy but the surrounding kingdoms and duchies, we talking about thousands if not a million silver in the ** for the winning team!!” Regina whispered high pitched to Jessie.

“Calm down” Jessie laughed “did you forget what I said about my discipline is not the best? And I work solo? I have no experience in teamwork.

“That will we solve!” Regina said confidently, “we?” Jessie raised her left eyebrow "you going to join the gladiatrix?” Regina shook her head “No no, not like that but yes we, I will join you as a manager. And I will get other gladiatrices to join your team. And I will keep you under a strict discipline.” Regina started to rub her hand together “We have those silvers in no time!!”

Jessie looked at Regina with an uncertain smile “ ok partner if you said so” and then she started laughing. Regina looked up surprised “what?” you just looked so cute when you are happy, that’s all” Jessie smiled, more certain now.

 

Regina's time as Jessies manager began easily.

The barbarian liked to work out and fight on her own, so Regina didn't have to do much but make sure the barbarian ate enough eggs everyday and showed up at the arena on time with her forms signed and dressed right for her first match.

"What's this?"Jessie asked in the locker room, holding up a chain mail bikini.

"Your uniform, silly," Regina said, the short devil born, " everyone is gonna go gaga over seeing you mostly naked fighting that elf spell sword."

Jessie shrugged, pulling off her leather and bone cuirass to reveal a very strong pair of shoulders with surprisingly large tits and a plush beer belly. 

"What is this?" Regina demanded, amazed she hadn't noticed her friends growing gut, "you were supposed to be training!"

"I do train, for strength and endurance," the thick barbarian shrugged, wrestling her tits into her bra, "not for weight loss."

Regina's gold eyes glared. She'd put every copper she had on her friend and the barbarian had shown up looking chubby! She'd get laughs walking out onto the sands! 

But, the skinny devil born could see Jessie's vast muscles flexing under her flab. Maybe she could use it after all...

....

I'll let you describe the fight, but the after fight options are....

DISARMINGLY FAT: a fat Jessie is one that's underestimated. If Regina can bulk her friend up while keeping her fit, she can earn even more money by bidding on the underdog! Hopefully her own waist doesn't fluff up too...ROLL WILLPOWER AND CONSTITUTION for the next two weeks after the fight.

I'll take that! Jessie needs to get in shape, meaning Regina needs to eat her excess foods...Just ROLL CONSTITUTION to avoid weight gain, for two weeks!

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I realized that I don’t need Fat Feats because L’Vi is not overweight… yet. Apologies for typos, I see I had a few last time. Anyway... I hope you enjoy...

 

L’Vi awoke with a start, gasping. She was in a darkened room. As her eyes adjusted, she realized that she was in her own chambers, laying naked in her great four poster bed. She was ravenously hungry. She reached down to feel her stomach and was met with a dual surprise. Her stomach was no longer a stuffed, taut, round ball, as it had been what to her seemed like only moments ago. It was soft! Much smaller than it had been, but soft! She scrambled out of bed, waving her hand to light one of the magical torches and hurrying to her ornate full-size mirror.

 

Oh my angelic ancestors…

She was… she was voluptuous! The girl looking out at her from the mirror was a vision. She was l’Vi but with nearly 20 pounds of plump fat added to her frame. She tuned round; her thick athletic lower half was thicker now… juicier. She gave her ass a little slap and it jiggled, if only a bit. Facing front again, she noted her hips had softened and her already large breasts were slightly swollen, but two-thirds of the new chub had gone directly to her belly. She felt dizzy! Her waist was still slender… ish, but softer. Given another 10 pounds or so she would certainly have permanent creases visible from behind. Although she didn’t quite have a potbelly by her own standards, she was certainly headed there fast. The soft curve of her fattening tummy trying desperately to reach out beyond the shadow of her breasts. Her belly pudge would surely push over the edges of her tightest skirts, declaring her hedonistic sex-appeal for all the world to see…

L’Vi was in awe of herself. “The blessings of the Goddess…” She whispered softly. Suddenly, she caught the scent of treats on the air and she remembered that she was ravenous. She turned around and noticed a basket on her bed side table that she had missed in her haste to examine her new figure.

It was a basket of sweet and savory delights, with a note.

Something to remember me by, young one. May we meet again. -C.

 

Somewhat to l’Vi’s dismay there was not enough for her to become truly stuffed, and the treats were not the enchanted metabolism-killers of the Empress’s private researve. But as she tore into them she was still met with waves of pleasure. Rich, decadent chocolate truffles. Chocolate covered bananas, strawberries, pretzels… chocolate covered everything! Potatoes, sliced more thinly that l’Vi had ever seen, fried in oil and coated in chocolate and salt. She moaned as she ate every bite. She was not as swollen as got after a real meal, but the new softness on her stomach gave her a the appearance of a real potbelly now that she was somewhat full and satiated.

She may not be stuffed to bursting but she has still overeaten. Roll Constitution: 89/Fail. L’Vi gains another pound. She is up to 139. She is 5 pounds away from her next fat point.  

L’Vi reclined on her bed contentedly stroking the new soft curve of her belly, delighting in the little roll appearing between her hips and her ribcage as she lay on her side.

Shit. The Princes…

 

She had to speak to the princess immediately. It had not been noon when l’Vi entered the Harem. Surely Simone had been expecting at least a preliminary report by the evening…

L’Vi rushed to her wardrobe, throwing it open. She saw that the knight from that afternoon had indeed sent her gold half-shirt along and that her white and gold silks had been returned to their hangers.

I pray that that was magically done.

She quickly evaluated her options among the many shades of red she had been gifted by Lissia before she left Venija. Cardinal red seemed appropriate now, did it not? She needed to signal her loyalty to the Princess.

Following Simone’s lead from that morning, l’Vi decided to forgo the half shirt. She arranged her cardinal red wrap so as to leave her new soft tummy entirely reveled. In it’s slightly stuffed state it loomed over the waist of the garment. She felt sexy, really sexy for the first time in her life.

 She hesitated as she walked towards her window. How would she find Simone? She was fairly certain that the Princess would be awake. It was rumored that Simone never slept. It was highly unlikely that the Regent had entirely lost the need to sleep, but l’Vi felt certain that the Sorceress was powerful enough to only sleep when it was absolutely convenient for her to do so.

She thought for a moment before heading for the door rather than the window. She tried to open it quietly and slowly, but as soon as she had turned the handle it swung inwards. A servant girl tumbled in, waking up in the process. L’Vi heard the disorienting sound of a small bell jingling as the girl sprawled at her feet.  

The girl quickly gathered herself. She was small. Shorter than l’Vi.

“Oh! Um… umm.. mah, m’lady! Please pardon me! I fell asleep against the door waiting for your return! But ahh… I see that you ahh.. you slipped by me somehow…” The girl was bewildered.

L’Vi smiled warmly, trying to put the girl at ease. She gestured to her magnificent wings.

“Oh! Ah! Oh! Yes, ah! Yes right! How foolish of me, they’ll be on me for that one…”

L’Vi had to interject, “please, tell me. Why is it you were posted at my door.”

“Well.. ah… I was ah… I was just told to ring this bell and give you this scroll! The bell is surely rung now so ah… I guess this is all there is to do then,” the girl handed l’Vi the scroll. “So… thank you m’lady! I do beg your pardon if you won’t be needing anything I should be on my way.” The poor girl was curtsying repeatedly as she backed away.

“You’ve done well! Thank you!” called l’Vi as the girl practically ran away from her.

She unfurled the scroll as she closed the door.

West Tower. C.K. ASAP

“There we are,” l’Vi said to herself, “The Carmine Keep.”

L’Vi strode to the window, throwing it open. The dawn would breaking soon. She truly loved to fly at this hour.

Roll Athletics: 37/Pass, easily.

 

She let herself fall freely from her window for a moment, spreading her wings and catching herself within ten feet of the ground, and swooping back up heading high into the air. She felt her jiggly bits jiggling a bit more than usual and smiled. She gave her belly a slap.

“Still got it. This gut can’t slow me down.”

She was flying fast now, racing towards the Carmine Keep. She could see the figure of Simone waiting for her. She pushed herself to fly faster, she wanted to demonstrate that she was not dawdling, that she was taking this seriously. She knew she’d have to answer for the… changes she’d undergone since the afternoon. Wanting to counterbalance this and feeling athletic as she ever had she executed a deft landing maneuver, pulling her wings back and letting her momentum carry her through the last ten yards or so as she executed a spinning flip in mid air before extending her wings to slow her momentum before hitting the stone roof of the tower. She dropped the final foot from the air onto one knee before simone and then rose, feeling her belly and breasts jiggling just a bit as she did.

Roll Charisma: 73/ Pass… Just enough to pass even without knowing Simone’s preferences.

 

Roll Intelligence: 62/ Pretty good pass. L’Vi feels ready to handle this.

 

Simone arched her eyebrows, taking in L’Vi’s dramatically softer form. Her face was a cypher.

“If you’d pulled a stunt like that this morning I’d have had you banished for showing off… But know that I see how much you seem to have enjoyed yourself at my mother’s Harem… I have to say that I am ever so slightly impressed Lady O’Se.”

Relief washed over l’Vi. She had known that it was a risky move.

Simone raised a crimson hand. “However,… you do look to have feasted of the forbidden fruits. I hope that you did not abuse my trust to your own ends. You dawdled within the Harem for so long I almost expected you’d decided to remain as a concubine”

L'Vi swallowed. A hand going unconsciously to her curving tummy. “Your Majesty. Forgive me. I admit that I was indeed seduced by the pleasures on offer for a time… but I believe that it was only my natural… inclinations towards, well, towards gluttony, that allowed me access to the inner sanctum of the Great Harem.”

Simone nodded. “That is what our friend the Professor Doctor surmised.”

L’Vi glanced around, she wasn’t sure she’d have dressed so provocatively if she thought that Sam would be here. She didn’t want to deal with the strain of explaining the situation to the Princess and figuring out what game Sam was playing simultaneously.

Simone noticed l’Vis searching eyes. “He is not here now. He is indisposed at the moment. You aren’t putting on an unwitting show.”

L’Vi nodded her head, appreciating, and taking note of, Simone’s powers of perception.

“Well then, Lady O’Se, do you believe you have an answer for me? Is there a magical cause to my mother’s current condition? Is there hope for the empire?”

L’Vi closed her eyes, inhaling deeply.

“That… that is a complex question with an even more complex answer. But yes. Yes I believe that I do.

Princess Simone, your Royal Highness, you are quite obviously a sorceress of great power and ability. However, if I am not mistaken, you come by your power as your mother did. That is to say, you have a great natural gift. A deep connection with magic that to many defies explanation. You need but to told of a spell and you can cast it. Sometimes you find that the spells come to you without your ever having sought them out. Am I right in making these assumptions?”

The beautiful Demon Blood nodded her head. “You are correct.”

“And am I also correct in assuming that you have had little use for the academic study of magic which is so dear to my own heart?”

Simone smiled, “you are eminently correct in that assumption.”

L’Vi nodded. “Right. Well. Please forgive me, but I think that I will have to start with a general discussion which might seem irrelevant. But I believe that you must appreciate the way that I view magic, in order that you will trust what I have to say.”

Simone tilted her head, “go on…”

“Wizards, well, wizards trained in the Universities of the Kingdoms and the LoR, think of magic using the language of fields. Not meadows, mind you. Mathematical fields.”

Simone inhaled sharply through her nose. This was going to be boring.

“If we think of all of space,” l’Vi gestured at the open air, “as an infinite set of discrete points, then we can think of a field as a sort of machine. A machine that takes in points and spits out a number or a set of numbers describing the points. The Magical Field, then is a machine that supplies us with a perfect and complete description of the magical properties of all points in space, throughout all of time.

Casting a spell, any spell, be it a charm or a hex or a curse or an enchantment, any spell at all, involves changing the magical field at some set of points. A trained wizard such as myself can probe the magical field intellectually… to find the information required to calculate the proper spells to cast. A sorceress such as yourself influence the magical field almost... charismatically. Compelling it to change. It is my understanding that more intuitive, untrained wizards fell as though they are just spontaneously figuring it out, the way you can just figure out how much force you need to throw a ball to get it fly a certain distance in the air, the calculations may be made unconsciously.

What we think of as spells, incantations in long lost tongues, movements of the hands and so forth, are really just tools for focusing out innate magical power at the points which we are trying to alter. The more magical power one has, the less one really needs the spells and the more easily the spells seem to come.

Magical power is innate in all creatures, but it is not equal. It may be cultivated and grown or it may be neglected and go to naught. Beings of great power, such as your mother, and to a certain extent yourself, can begin to influence the magical field directly. Without need of spells. The magical field begins to influence them in kind.  They cease to age, not through a complex network of spells but because they are transcending their corporeal origins. You have heard tales of ancient wizards and sorcerers who were more akin to angels than to women and men. This is because their magical power was so great that they began to become one with the magical field, which permeates all of space and which generates all things.

You have also her tales of ancient gods and goddesses. We wizards believe that these were beings whose magical power was greater still. There is much debate over whether they were spontaneously manifested by the magical field or whether they were once worldly beings who ascended to a higher plane.

The debate is largely academic because there are of course extant gods who most certainly were once mere extraordinary people. They are difficult to come by, but there are those who have met them.”

Simone was listening carefully but was growing impatient. “Lady O’Se… you must get to the point. Are you trying to tell me that an ancient god is responsible for my mother’s condition?”

L’Vi breathed deeply, her now even larger breasts heaving over her tightly wrapped garment.

“Yes and… no. Princess Simone. I believe that your mother believes that she is… that she is ascending herself. I believe that she is right. I believe that your mother is becoming one with a certain aspect of the magical field… That she is becoming the Goddess of Pleasure.”

There was silence. Simone almost laughed.

“You believe that mother is a goddess?”

“No!” Said L’Vi, quickly, “no, no. I believe that she is trying to become one. Or that it is happening both of her will and entirely separately. It would be… well it would probably be nearly 500 more years before she reaches a level of power where she would truly be classified as a goddess, technical speaking. But she is probably only years away from being in a permanent state where she would be seen as a goddess by those unconcerned with technical definitions.”

“So, she is abandoning the Kingdoms.”

“Not at all! No! She is still very much human, in many ways… She is still concerned for her legacy. Her vanity is much changed but there is still an aspect of it that remains and may always remain. Er…” L’Vi was only just realizing that she had called the Empress vain, “not vanity, per se…”

“I am relived to hear it. You have not offended me.” Simone went quiet. Deep in thought. “A goddess…” She whispered to herself.

L’Vi was feeling relieved… She had explained herself to the best of her abilities. The sun was rising behind Simone. The world was coming to life and it was beautiful. But the rising sum brought with it another realization.

L’Vi was hungry.

 

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5 minutes ago, ulvrik said:

Just a jump in rule question, what happens when the negative modifier you get from the different FAT SCORE categories reach to zero? for example, if Regina´s CONSTITUTION gets enough minus that she ends up on 0.

Useless in combat, but that modifier can be removed via weight loss and level up.

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Connie is not a woman to skimp on pie! Especially after all the fattening foods she's been enjoying, with the aim of filling out her curves.

21 minutes ago, Batman76 said:

Or...

A WHOLE PUMPKIN PIE! Even better, ROLL WILLPOWER, if failed Connie gains 8d10 pounds!

Connie rolls WILLPOWER: 74 / 20, fail!

Connie has gained 34 pounds from gorging on an enchanted pumpkin pie (with lashings of cream). Her weight is now 174.5 lbs. Her FAT SCORE is now 25 (reached 25 at 174 lbs). 

"Oh, my!" Connie exclaimed, as she leaned back from the banqueting table in the keep's dusty but clearly still-functioning great hall (well, a candelabra was lit, and a place at the table had been well set for her to sit down for the pie; otherwise, apart from the dessert, the place was deserted). She mopped her brow and panted - that pie had been positively orgasmic! Just like her aunt Kelly used to make. No wonder she'd grown so curvy in her youth!

"Oh! So full!" The countess groaned. In fact, she felt so full, she felt like she was going to have to skip dinner! And that was a very uncharacteristic thought, so she must have really overdone it! She did remember the button of her leggings popping somewhere around the second slice... Oh. And she'd barely noticed. That was unusual too. Connie was normally acutely sensitive to the presentability of her outfit.

Connie looked down to check how swollen her tummy was. There was just one problem: she couldn't see past her swollen boobs!

"Eeeek!" Connie squeaked. 

The blonde diplomat stood up in alarm, stumbing as her clothing strained from the process, and reached for her leggings. Sure enough, they were burst open. And the black leather was oh-so-tight around her thighs and curvy hips... Her very vavoom, curvy hips!

"What the Heavens is up with this castle?" Connie exclaimed. Somehow, after one little (well, not that little) meal of pie, her curves had blossomed back to the fullest they'd ever been - and, in the case of her overspilling, leather-top-seam-busting boobs, much fuller than ever!

Although slightly alarmed by the apparently magical pie she had just devoured - whence had it come, and why? Was her aunt Kelly haunting the place? It was her pie recipe, after all - Connie resolved to finish exploring the castle. Her suddenly-renewed curvaceousness made her a little clumsy as she headed, cautiously, further into the keep. As she went, she patted her hips, and couldn't help but grin at the way her once-again devastatingly curvy figure strained the leather outfit to bursting! 

 

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FAT feats. Connie has reached a FAT score of at least 24 for the first time (during the game). 

Connie takes the BIG MILKERS physical FAT FEAT, as her tendency towards a busty build reasserts itself, using the super-fattening pie as building material!

11. BIG MILKERS: "Oh these? Oh yeah, they're getting bigger still. Why would I diet, it all goes to the girls first...they do make my back a bit sore..." This PC is blessed with a bountiful bosom by genetics, making them sexier to all and acting as a caloric disposal area...for a while. On gaining FAT POINTS between 20-24, this character's CHARISMA bonus increases by 2 instead of one with all NORMY NPCs, she takes no penalty with FAT FETISH NPCS despite being a normal weight and does not suffer ATHLETICS or CONSTITUTION loss per FAT POINT due to the fat failing to land on her limbs or core. On gaining FAT POINTS in the OVERWEIGHT category between 25-30, her CHARISMA increases by 1 among all NORMY NPCs instead of falling by 2 and increases by 4 among FAT FETISH NPCS instead of by 2, her ATHLETICS and CONSTITUTION scores however now fall by 4 points per FAT POINT instead of 3 to represent strain on her back. From 30 FAT POINTS onward, the PC's penalty/bonus on CHARISMA towards NORMIE/FAT-FETISHIST increases by 50% over baseline to represent rampant gigantomastia , while her ATHLETICS and CONSTITUTION penalties increase by 50% to represent immense back strain.

After voluntarily taking a PHYSICAL FEAT, Connie must check WILLPOWER: 27 / 20 fail. Connie must roll for a MENTAL FAT FEAT. Rolls: 9: BULGING BRAVERY... OK, she'll take that!

9. BULGING BRAVERY: rightly or wrongly, the character believes their bulk is a sign of toughness and strength. Must pass a WILLPOWER check before a physical action, receives advantage to the subsequent ATHLETIC checks on a success.

 

Now, let's check on Connie's vital statistics. If my numbers are correct, Connie's huge boobs cause her to have the following stats, at FAT 25.  Due to back strain, her ATHLETICS is 46, and her CONSTITUTION is 66. Her CHARISMA becomes 89 with NORMY NPCs, and 84 with FAT FETISH NPCs. 

Hmm. With all the pregnancy pounds Connie is set to gain, it looks like she will have to do some back-strengthening exercises, whether she enjoys them or not!

 

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(so... first the boss returns from telework to bestow upon us her generous decree of no phones at the office, next the roommate brings a girl to the apartment, the dog yelps jealously, and Dio Trump duels Jojo Biden in the background... but I have put together this segment, at last)

It was with a great sigh of relief that Kayla felt her toes lift from the mat of jungle leaves and slowly ascend towards the noonday sun piercing the canopy high overhead. The open sky beckoned...

Unfortunately, it was not a flying spell she'd cast, per se, but rather a floating one. It was a spell she'd learned but half a season ago: "sky swing," a spell her parents had grounded her for terrorizing the village with, a spell that was ideal for shouting her ecstatic triumphs over a sleepy village, but not quite fast enough to match the pace of the bat-winged demonesses.

"Kayla!" Bella shouted from high overhead. "Where you at Kayla?"

"Could you slow down?"  Kayla huffed, still ascending to the altitude at which her captains were slowly circling.

"We's already slowed down!" Abara swooped lower to yell as she passed her. "When are you gonna start flying?"

"I am flying!" Kayla focused as hard as she could on the spell, the invisible coils of concentrated magica beginning to wedge uncomfortably between her legs and around her hips. It felt, she thought with mounting frustration, similar to the wedgies the village bully used to give her.

Now Bella was swooping past her. "You're going too slow!" she yelled. "Get faster right meow!"

"I must... oof..." Kayla tried to adjust herself, but in vain. "As the navigator... I must... maintain a slow, steady pace. So that I can properly read... ngh... this map..."

"Girl," Bella circled the dark elf's head like a vulture. "We're flying to that overgrown temple-pyramid. It's right there."

Kayla stopped fidgeting and looked up to see an ancient temple, thoroughly overgrown with moss and vines, towering over the jungle canopy not one mile away. "Oh yeah... I mean, we can't know for sure until we --"

"You're killing me, Kay-bar," Balla flapped away. "Culla! Pick her up and take her with us! She's your uki now."

"Um..." Culla's wings missed a flap and sputtered before she recovered. "Okay! Good to go."

"Culla?" Kayla asked as the curvaceous woman flew out of sight. "What's an uki -- eep!"

Kayla lost focus on her spell as Culla snatched her from behind, her soft arms squeezing around her chest as her even softer breasts pillowed Kayla's head.

"Don't overthink it," Culla told her as her red forearms pressed tightly into Kayla's chest. "Being uki just means you hold still and let me carry you. But, um... you can keep casting the spell if you want."

"Excuse me?" Kayla tried to stare up at her captor, but only got her head stuck in deep, warm cleavage.

"Not that you're heavy or anything!" Culla said quickly. "You're actually really small. Smaller than I thought..."

"I can't focus on my spells if I'm being handled so roughly!" Kayla huffed with a kick of her leg.

"Oh, that's what you meant," Culla muttered. 

Kayla instinctively moved to fold her arms, but Culla's red forearms were in the way, so she sighed and awkwardly rested her hands against them. They were warm -- almost hot -- and soft to the touch. In spite of the ungainly situation, she could take solace in the comfort of the half-demon's plush grip. As her legs swung loosely in the air, she could see that the temple was approaching, but it would be a few more minutes before they arrived, so she sighed and leaned her head against the inviting swell of Culla's breasts and took comfort in their rise and fall.

 

"You see that?" Abarra asked as they circled the temple.

"Yeah," Balla replied. "That's an a-firm on... who are those... nymphs?"

"Nymphs..." Culla nodded, making Kayla's head wobble against her chest. "... and a feasting table. Right on top of the temple."

"Yes, yes, Culla," Balla said. "That's a feasting table stacked with food. Don't start getting the wrong ideas. You thought I forgot your diet? It's a miracle you can carry another person."

"That's not what I meant!" Culla protested.

"Whatever. What are they doing on that poor table?"

"Dancing, seems like," Abarra noted thoughtfully. "And they're quite good at it. Not too fast, and plenty of shaking and swaying."

"As long as they're not shooting at us," Balla said. "Ugh! And this was supposed to be an abandoned temple. Figures. Let's crash their party and figure out what's up."

With skillful grace, the three half-demons landed around the table of feasting nymphs. Kayla felt quite a bit of relief to be able to rest her feet on the bare ground again, but was instantly overcome with awe.

It was, indeed, a feasting table, and it was laden with such corpulent amounts of sumptuous fruits and steaming meats that she wondered how any nymph could find room to dance atop it -- very slowly and carefully, it seemed. She'd never seen such a sight in her life, the way the dancers flexed their stomachs and made them wave as their hips swayed back and forth. The four nymphs standing around the table were totally engrossed in the display of debauchery, barely caring to so much as glance at the red-skinned demonesses that had surrounded them. Being nymphs, proper clothing was more of a suggestion than a necessity, and while they all had some semblance of it draped over their bodies, it was extremely revealing.

Bella approached the table, eyes glued to a dancer's navel. "Ahem... what's up?"

As one, the four nymphs standing by the table stared at her, though their companions continued to dance. "Oh! Welcome to the Temple of Infinite Mead!"

"Thanks."

"Please! Enjoy yourselves at our sacred table! It has been too long since we had visitors, and there's always time for pleasures of the flesh here."

Culla took a step forward, but Balla glared at her. "Don't you dare, chubby-cheeks... anyway. You mentioned infinite mead?"

"Indeed," the nymph smiled. "But that can wait until you've sated your hunger for flesh and... flesh..."

Kayla, of course, was inexperienced in both such things, and was also suspicious of anything that couldn't be explained by logic or books. "So how did you get the food up here?"

(Rolled Intelligence: 29, PASS and Charisma: 82, FAIL)

"We climbed-up, silly," a dancer arched her arms high and flicked her hips teasingly. "How do you think we got up here?"

"N-no, not you. I meant the food."

"We are food," the dancer tittered. "Wanna taste, dark elf?"

"Yes," another dancer swiveled her pelvis and bent low. "Why don't you give us a try? It's been so long since we met such a dark-skinned beauty like you."

"But I meant... uh..."

Kayla was lost in thought. To think that her long-neglected libido would be kindled so many times in one day! Worse, the Sea Devils opted not to intervene -- they were amused by her struggle! Between the belly-dancing, the gyrating hips, the glitter of jewelry in the sun, and Culla's captivated expression, she was finding it nearly impossible to think. She knew that there was something amiss with these dancing nymphs and their sumptuous bounty. The way the meat smoldered as if freshly-cooked with no sign of habitation or fires in sight made her insides tingle nervously. Still, she struggled to find a way to put her confusion into the form of a question.

"We like you, dark elf," one of the nymphs smiled at her.

"Yes," a dancer cooed. "I like your satchel. What's in those scrolls? Did you write them?"

"Why don't you sit with us?"

"Yes, sit with us! Have some delicious food while we discuss the ways of the flesh."

Kayla's mind responded the only way it knew how: it snarfed the flickering light of arousal and tucked it away in the furthest corner of her consciousness to be ignored and forgotten. She didn't feel comfortable losing control of any situation, and preferred to be the most knowledgeable and intelligent at all times. But as the nymphs cooed and pawed at her, she suddenly realized one of the inner truths of the world -- a truth most young girls realized when they were much younger than her: she was sexy. She was sexy and people would do things for her to garner her attention! A broad smile parted her lips as she suddenly realized that -- at last -- she had a semblance of the power that she had craved for so long!

(Rolled Willpower: 38, PASS!)

Kayla smacked her hands together before her face, and when she lowered them, a confident gleam was in her eye. It was as if her fears had vaporized like the morning fog. "Excellent!" she grinned. "We would love to sit with you and discuss such things! It's been a long journey, and it's such a relief to receive such a warm greeting..."

"Hold up, lance corporal," Balla held-up a clawed hand. "We didn't say we had time to be buddy-buddy."

"Oh," Kayla rubbed her hands. "But isn't this exactly what you'd planned? I might have misunderstood..."

(Rolled Charisma: 31, PASS)

"I'd expected an abandoned temple ripe for... nevermind," With a sigh, Balla approached the edge of the table, gesturing for her companions to follow. "Remember Culla, no sampling."

"I wasn't going to!" Culla replied. "Unless they had grapes..."

"No."

Behind them all, Kayla rubbed her hands excitedly. She knew instinctively that there was some form of foul play about to ensue, but if anything were to happen, she had the Sea Devils as her unsuspecting guinea pigs!

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11 hours ago, Batman76 said:

Regina's time as Jessies manager began easily.

The barbarian liked to work out and fight on her own, so Regina didn't have to do much but make sure the barbarian ate enough eggs everyday and showed up at the arena on time with her forms signed and dressed right for her first match.

"What's this?"Jessie asked in the locker room, holding up a chain mail bikini.

"Your uniform, silly," Regina said, the short devil born, " everyone is gonna go gaga over seeing you mostly naked fighting that elf spell sword."

Jessie shrugged, pulling off her leather and bone cuirass to reveal a very strong pair of shoulders with surprisingly large tits and a plush beer belly. 

"What is this?" Regina demanded, amazed she hadn't noticed her friends growing gut, "you were supposed to be training!"

"I do train, for strength and endurance," the thick barbarian shrugged, wrestling her tits into her bra, "not for weight loss."

Regina's gold eyes glared. She'd put every copper she had on her friend and the barbarian had shown up looking chubby! She'd get laughs walking out onto the sands! 

But, the skinny devil born could see Jessie's vast muscles flexing under her flab. Maybe she could use it after all...

....

I'll let you describe the fight, but the after fight options are....

DISARMINGLY FAT: a fat Jessie is one that's underestimated. If Regina can bulk her friend up while keeping her fit, she can earn even more money by bidding on the underdog! Hopefully her own waist doesn't fluff up too...ROLL WILLPOWER AND CONSTITUTION for the next two weeks after the fight.

I'll take that! Jessie needs to get in shape, meaning Regina needs to eat her excess foods...Just ROLL CONSTITUTION to avoid weight gain, for two weeks!

The arena was not fully packed, but it was a crowd nevertheless, Regina was on fire now, after having dressed in a simple grey dress that was fit for a younger teenager. Stolen, of course, sometimes Regina cursed her small non-existing curves for a body but it worked mostly to her advantage when she did here scheme. No one expected a girl small as her to be a threat. She darting back and forth making bets on Jessie with dozen of people.

When the announcer, a tall human man in his 30, dressed in a fancy blue embroidered vest, black tights, and a short green cape entered the arena, he first made some small gestures and seemed to mumble, then he bellowed that was heard all over the coliseum, which meant that he had cased the spell “Raise Voice” thought Regina while he spreading his arms to the sky

“MY LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WE ARE PROUDLY TO PRESENT THE FIRST FIGHT OF THE FIRST EVER SPONSORED TOURNAMENT OF THE 101 KINGDOM`S STRONGEST CHAMPION!!” 

He turned around dramatically, fell on one knee, and pointed with his right hand to one of the gates 

”In this corner, we have the most fearsome champion that has fought bears troll and other beasts of nature, she has been known to give no quarter whatsoever tho those she finds lacking in intelligence to bow before her, I give you XERA THE WARRIOR PRINCESS!!!” 

While he shouted the last bit he raised himself smooth and agile.

Out from the gate, a tall wiry but muscular tan-skinned Shokan woman came out, dressed in a silver breastplate and a short red skirt. In her four arms she had two short swords on the right side, and two shields on the left side. On her head, she wore a silver gladiator helmet.

Then he stretched out like in military attention and whit his left hand, he raised his arm in a half-moon movement and ended pointing to the other gate 

“in this corner, we have a newcomer! A barbarian who thirsts for blood doest knows no bounds! she a giant among men and woman alike, and she can lift over a dozen men! I give you JESSIE THE WALL BREAKER!!” 

And from the other gate, Jessie came out, huge and muscular with her chainmail bikini, that did nothing to hide her body and armed with a great twohanded Maul. Some of the crowd started to laugh booed and whistling while pointing at her round midriff, which was noticeable having a visual sloshing effect while she walked toward Xera, while others were whopping for her round breast that was almost hypnotic jumping up and down while she walked. 

Regina had mixed feeling about seeing her friend so out of shape, she was furious that she didn’t check Jessy’s training program but just assumed that she know what she was doing, but she had maybe still a chance if her opponent underestimates her. But at the same time, she just couldn’t stop herself to admire that soft belly and starting to think how it would feel in her hands, kissing it while she worshipped it, and those huge breasts that just begged to be licked at...

Regina shook her head to clear her mind and looked instead around at the crowd and wished she could kill those spectators that were loudest with the leerings and booing but decided that she would run over instead to make bets with those fools, to later enjoy their bitter cries after this match

“The rules are simple, you two will fight until either challenger signal surrender like this!” he raised his right hand in a closed fist “or if they are incapacitated, no killing may be done between gladiatrix, may the best Contester win!”

After having seen the two combatants was in place, the announcer did a swift u-turn and fast-walked out not to get caught between the two fighters.

Xera stopped halfways to the middle and posed to the audience, making a full turn with her four arms outstretched as she expected Cheers, which she got. Then she went down in a battle position. 

Jessie however didn’t really care for the theatrical part of the coliseum tradition and just kept walking faster right at Xera, her huge breast jiggles on a softer belly as she did so,. Xera, who was not really expecting such a breach in tradition and went a small step backward, unsure what the barbarian had for the intention.

The intention got clear for a few seconds later when Jessie did a huge swing with her maul that was aiming for Xera´s head, wich Xera manage to doge precisely. The crowd cheered as the battle began and the two combatants were at it. But it soon became clear that Jessie indeed had the strength and endurance, she didn’t have the stamina to keep at her foe, while Xera had the stamina to spare. Jessie made huge swings with her maul but Xera after recovered her first initial shock started to maneuver and counter charge, wich Jessie barely manage to block. 

Soon after a little while, Xera started to make rude comments and taunt Jessie, while she deflected some of Jessies attacks and started using her swords flat side to spank both Jessie’s belly and her ass while she almost danced around her large opponent, as they were fighting and the crowd laughed and cheered on more and more on Xera.

Regina almost died inside of embarrassment, she expected Jessie to dominate the field with her physic, not get laughed and at it would seem for now beaten in close combat. She had thought maybe Jessie would benefit if people thought of her as lazy and slow, but that thought had perished with seeing how outmatched she was against a quicker foe as Xera.

Soon thereafter Jessie, after swinging so many times after her opponent seemingly losing her breath more and more, fell onto one knee heavily, and her belly and breast shook what the movement. Xera who was standing behind her raised her arms once again to the air and the crowd cheered, awfully cheerful Regina angry thought

Xera rounded Jessie so she stood in front of her and raised her both sword and she spoke to Jessie in a commanding voice “yield gladiatrix!”

Jessie looking up at xera while breathing heavily “never..”

Xera smirked and looked down on her beaten foe “I say again, yield gladiatrix, so you still have some honor left... Even if I would say you have little of it left!”

Jessie was quiet for a few seconds, looking down at the sand. Then she raised her head with a smirk of her own “I said never your deaf bitch! what? has your helmet clogged your bloody ears so you don’t understand the words I’m saying? Or is it because you kiss Faura´s so that you forgot your ears in there?

Xera got red in the face and lost her cool “Your fat cow bitch! You gonna regret that!” and took one step closer with her weapons raised. the crowd got deadly silenced, holding their breath, and Regina, who was at chock, thought “what is she doing??!! Killing is forbidden! And was starting to scream “stop her….”

Fast as a cobra Jessie reacted, and bolted with her right hand that had been resting on her knee to the leg that xera had by mistake placed within reach. And with a swift mode, she raised and fell xera who was totally unprepared for that swiftness. She looked down at Xera´s bewildered face and sneered 

“and I don’t like when people call me fat cow you whore!” and pulled xera with her grip on the leg in a wide arch over her, and bodyslammed Xera´s front in full of her might in the hardpacked sand. Xera made a loud painful “oufh” and tried after some seconds to feeble raise herself, but Jessie wasn’t done, and made another full arch with xera, this time falling on her back. Jessie released on her grip and watched down on Xera, who didn’t move this time.

She looked around and then at the announcer who was standing with is mouth wide open, at a safe distance “well? Aren’t you gonna do your job?” she looked down at Xeras body “and help her here while you at it, I think she has a hard time to breath”

The announcer woke up from his chock and signaled to the medic group to Xera`s aid, while he marched out and once again bellowed “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! We have a winner! Against all odds, as you could see, Jessie the wall breaker takes the victory!!

Regina took a deep sigh of relief, that was really too close, if Xera hadn’t lost her cool that could have ended in a really bad situation.

The crowd went mad, as they were standing up cheering, except for a few that unfortunately had made bets with a small devil-blooded girl that was either complaining violently or having their face burrowed in their hands in misery.

(I chose… ehh who am I kidding... I liked both ways again so the dice got the job to choose again XD, I got..I'll take that! Jessie needs to get in shape, meaning Regina needs to eat her excess foods...Just ROLL CONSTITUTION to avoid weight gain, for two weeks!)

After a while after the fight they meet up at the inn at their usual table and Jessie had ordered some drinks that had just arrived.

Jessie took a huge swing of her cup and burped “puh I had the devil’s luck that she was so easily taunted, it was much closer than I had expected..” she looked up and saw Regina looking her with a serious face “red foxy? You look mad, did I do something?”

Yes, Regina thought, she was mad… she was mad that she had almost lost all the money she had bet on Jessie, that all those millions that were at the end of the line would disappear, and mostly that she almost had lost her only friend that meant something for her, all because she had assumed that Jessie was better on her own in the training...

Regina was quiet for a bit then sighed “yes… I’m mad, not at you... But at me. I was so focused on bets and other things that I have neglected you, I thought that you were best in muscle training for yourself, you seemed to know what you doing. But what I realized is that you need also focus on training in stamina..” Regina got a bit quiet and looked at her cup “and because of that I almost lost my only friend..” she whispered quietly

She looked up again, and this time with a determined face “so! I will do some changes around here. First, we will look up teammates for you that can encourage you and support you, secondly, we will look at your food intake”

Jessie looked astonished at Regina and wondered “my food intake? What do you mean?”

Regina reached out and tapped her friends round beer gut “what I mean this little friend has to go, and did appear prob because you eat too much” she resisted to let the hand stay there to feel the softness, instead she put her both hands on the table. So I will more and less be your shadow and be watching your food intake, if you order too much I will take it”

“You sure about this?” Jessie wondered doubtfully

“Of course I am, what could go wrong? Trust me on this one partner!” Regina said with all her charm she could muster at Jessie, (using her CHARISMA Roll 13/79, easy!) 

“Ok red Foxy, you are the boss” Jessie surrendered laughing, and ordered another cup as her last time in freedom of Reginas regime

Regina was now cheerful that their plan was on track again. And couldn’t stop to smile devilish

(Rolling time! Two weeks: 11,100 (Critical Fail!),5, against 43, gains a FAT POINT, 66,66,74,82,34,89 against 41 gains a FAT POINT, 76,25,69,20,75 against 39.. Ohh shit it went hard on her, she gained 10 pounds.)

Regina is at now 115 pounds next FAT POINT is at 118

Under two weeks Regina was as a shadow each time Jessie went for food, which meant that Regina was almost everyday overstuffed because Jessie had as her usual manner order to much food every time. 

Regina woke up at the morning break and stretched oud and yawn and looking out at the window from her old shaft, she had under these two weeks underwent some… changes

Her face had got a bit rounder, softening her facial features, giving it an alluring exotic sense of her when she smiled or winked. Further down at her collarbone, before it was very visible but had now got almost covered by soft skin, of the new weight she had gained. She had also gained some flesh to her arm, that was thin as a stick before.

But the most real changes had happened with the rest of her body, 

Her breast had swelled out at least one to two sizes and her back had got a cute bubble butt. Her hips and tight had grown so she had a more swaying way of walking, an eyecatcher for many of those who would meet her and pass by. Many would say that she had gained a soft, sexy thin time glass form if not for the constant food baby she was caring almost nonstop. Her grey dress did nothing to cover her form, instead highlight her gains. It even had been stretched a bit on the sides at her midriff.

Her dress has lost 2 hp

Jessie thought that it was about time Regina got some forms and did therefore not much voicing about the weight gain. Jessie worked hard and found the focus in training refreshing but she some grumbling when Regina resolute toke all extra food, just leaving Jessie the minimal she needed to get by.

But Regina’s brain was fully focused on the prize that awaited them, and seeming didn’t care what her body had undergone for changes.

She knows getting Jessie trimmed up for her next battle, two weeks further from now was a good start, but she wanted more insurance than ever. She decided that some underhanded tactics were needed to fix this problem, she would...

Taking contact with the Firehawks: she really doesn’t want anything to do with the Firehawks anymore, but they got probably the best source of intel for this tournament. she needs more pieces of information about the next three gladiatrix’s that would be fighting Jessie, and especially what their weakness is. The price usually is high, either in gold or huge favors with high risk

Charm the head of security for the tournament: The head of security, Captain Silva a Nymph that is disciplined and dutiful, but that have never stopped Regina from trying to get anybody in bed, preferable a lot fatter too. A fat captain would do things much easier to get into the arena when it closed for...

Sneaking in and boobytrap the arena: her last step is to secure the victory is to place well-thought traps that don’t get noticed when placed and activated or example sand-covered small holes that make people fall, then disappear afterward, best for that kind would be charms and spells that disappear after been used, so she needs to find someone that is tightlipped and doesn’t care what things will be used, or in the worse case, steal them.

(puh i made it just in time before work XD)

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9 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said:

(so... first the boss returns from telework to bestow upon us her generous decree of no phones at the office, next the roommate brings a girl to the apartment, the dog yelps jealously, and Dio Trump duels Jojo Biden in the background... but I have put together this segment, at last)

It was with a great sigh of relief that Kayla felt her toes lift from the mat of jungle leaves and slowly ascend towards the noonday sun piercing the canopy high overhead. The open sky beckoned...

Unfortunately, it was not a flying spell she'd cast, per se, but rather a floating one. It was a spell she'd learned but half a season ago: "sky swing," a spell her parents had grounded her for terrorizing the village with, a spell that was ideal for shouting her ecstatic triumphs over a sleepy village, but not quite fast enough to match the pace of the bat-winged demonesses.

"Kayla!" Bella shouted from high overhead. "Where you at Kayla?"

"Could you slow down?"  Kayla huffed, still ascending to the altitude at which her captains were slowly circling.

"We's already slowed down!" Abara swooped lower to yell as she passed her. "When are you gonna start flying?"

"I am flying!" Kayla focused as hard as she could on the spell, the invisible coils of concentrated magica beginning to wedge uncomfortably between her legs and around her hips. It felt, she thought with mounting frustration, similar to the wedgies the village bully used to give her.

Now Bella was swooping past her. "You're going too slow!" she yelled. "Get faster right meow!"

"I must... oof..." Kayla tried to adjust herself, but in vain. "As the navigator... I must... maintain a slow, steady pace. So that I can properly read... ngh... this map..."

"Girl," Bella circled the dark elf's head like a vulture. "We're flying to that overgrown temple-pyramid. It's right there."

Kayla stopped fidgeting and looked up to see an ancient temple, thoroughly overgrown with moss and vines, towering over the jungle canopy not one mile away. "Oh yeah... I mean, we can't know for sure until we --"

"You're killing me, Kay-bar," Balla flapped away. "Culla! Pick her up and take her with us! She's your uki now."

"Um..." Culla's wings missed a flap and sputtered before she recovered. "Okay! Good to go."

"Culla?" Kayla asked as the curvaceous woman flew out of sight. "What's an uki -- eep!"

Kayla lost focus on her spell as Culla snatched her from behind, her soft arms squeezing around her chest as her even softer breasts pillowed Kayla's head.

"Don't overthink it," Culla told her as her red forearms pressed tightly into Kayla's chest. "Being uki just means you hold still and let me carry you. But, um... you can keep casting the spell if you want."

"Excuse me?" Kayla tried to stare up at her captor, but only got her head stuck in deep, warm cleavage.

"Not that you're heavy or anything!" Culla said quickly. "You're actually really small. Smaller than I thought..."

"I can't focus on my spells if I'm being handled so roughly!" Kayla huffed with a kick of her leg.

"Oh, that's what you meant," Culla muttered. 

Kayla instinctively moved to fold her arms, but Culla's red forearms were in the way, so she sighed and awkwardly rested her hands against them. They were warm -- almost hot -- and soft to the touch. In spite of the ungainly situation, she could take solace in the comfort of the half-demon's plush grip. As her legs swung loosely in the air, she could see that the temple was approaching, but it would be a few more minutes before they arrived, so she sighed and leaned her head against the inviting swell of Culla's breasts and took comfort in their rise and fall.

 

"You see that?" Abarra asked as they circled the temple.

"Yeah," Balla replied. "That's an a-firm on... who are those... nymphs?"

"Nymphs..." Culla nodded, making Kayla's head wobble against her chest. "... and a feasting table. Right on top of the temple."

"Yes, yes, Culla," Balla said. "That's a feasting table stacked with food. Don't start getting the wrong ideas. You thought I forgot your diet? It's a miracle you can carry another person."

"That's not what I meant!" Culla protested.

"Whatever. What are they doing on that poor table?"

"Dancing, seems like," Abarra noted thoughtfully. "And they're quite good at it. Not too fast, and plenty of shaking and swaying."

"As long as they're not shooting at us," Balla said. "Ugh! And this was supposed to be an abandoned temple. Figures. Let's crash their party and figure out what's up."

With skillful grace, the three half-demons landed around the table of feasting nymphs. Kayla felt quite a bit of relief to be able to rest her feet on the bare ground again, but was instantly overcome with awe.

It was, indeed, a feasting table, and it was laden with such corpulent amounts of sumptuous fruits and steaming meats that she wondered how any nymph could find room to dance atop it -- very slowly and carefully, it seemed. She'd never seen such a sight in her life, the way the dancers flexed their stomachs and made them wave as their hips swayed back and forth. The four nymphs standing around the table were totally engrossed in the display of debauchery, barely caring to so much as glance at the red-skinned demonesses that had surrounded them. Being nymphs, proper clothing was more of a suggestion than a necessity, and while they all had some semblance of it draped over their bodies, it was extremely revealing.

Bella approached the table, eyes glued to a dancer's navel. "Ahem... what's up?"

As one, the four nymphs standing by the table stared at her, though their companions continued to dance. "Oh! Welcome to the Temple of Infinite Mead!"

"Thanks."

"Please! Enjoy yourselves at our sacred table! It has been too long since we had visitors, and there's always time for pleasures of the flesh here."

Culla took a step forward, but Balla glared at her. "Don't you dare, chubby-cheeks... anyway. You mentioned infinite mead?"

"Indeed," the nymph smiled. "But that can wait until you've sated your hunger for flesh and... flesh..."

Kayla, of course, was inexperienced in both such things, and was also suspicious of anything that couldn't be explained by logic or books. "So how did you get the food up here?"

(Rolled Intelligence: 29, PASS and Charisma: 82, FAIL)

"We climbed-up, silly," a dancer arched her arms high and flicked her hips teasingly. "How do you think we got up here?"

"N-no, not you. I meant the food."

"We are food," the dancer tittered. "Wanna taste, dark elf?"

"Yes," another dancer swiveled her pelvis and bent low. "Why don't you give us a try? It's been so long since we met such a dark-skinned beauty like you."

"But I meant... uh..."

Kayla was lost in thought. To think that her long-neglected libido would be kindled so many times in one day! Worse, the Sea Devils opted not to intervene -- they were amused by her struggle! Between the belly-dancing, the gyrating hips, the glitter of jewelry in the sun, and Culla's captivated expression, she was finding it nearly impossible to think. She knew that there was something amiss with these dancing nymphs and their sumptuous bounty. The way the meat smoldered as if freshly-cooked with no sign of habitation or fires in sight made her insides tingle nervously. Still, she struggled to find a way to put her confusion into the form of a question.

"We like you, dark elf," one of the nymphs smiled at her.

"Yes," a dancer cooed. "I like your satchel. What's in those scrolls? Did you write them?"

"Why don't you sit with us?"

"Yes, sit with us! Have some delicious food while we discuss the ways of the flesh."

Kayla's mind responded the only way it knew how: it snarfed the flickering light of arousal and tucked it away in the furthest corner of her consciousness to be ignored and forgotten. She didn't feel comfortable losing control of any situation, and preferred to be the most knowledgeable and intelligent at all times. But as the nymphs cooed and pawed at her, she suddenly realized one of the inner truths of the world -- a truth most young girls realized when they were much younger than her: she was sexy. She was sexy and people would do things for her to garner her attention! A broad smile parted her lips as she suddenly realized that -- at last -- she had a semblance of the power that she had craved for so long!

(Rolled Willpower: 38, PASS!)

Kayla smacked her hands together before her face, and when she lowered them, a confident gleam was in her eye. It was as if her fears had vaporized like the morning fog. "Excellent!" she grinned. "We would love to sit with you and discuss such things! It's been a long journey, and it's such a relief to receive such a warm greeting..."

"Hold up, lance corporal," Balla held-up a clawed hand. "We didn't say we had time to be buddy-buddy."

"Oh," Kayla rubbed her hands. "But isn't this exactly what you'd planned? I might have misunderstood..."

(Rolled Charisma: 31, PASS)

"I'd expected an abandoned temple ripe for... nevermind," With a sigh, Balla approached the edge of the table, gesturing for her companions to follow. "Remember Culla, no sampling."

"I wasn't going to!" Culla replied. "Unless they had grapes..."

"No."

Behind them all, Kayla rubbed her hands excitedly. She knew instinctively that there was some form of foul play about to ensue, but if anything were to happen, she had the Sea Devils as her unsuspecting guinea pigs!

Would you like me to roll their wg or would you?

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17 hours ago, boss frond said:

I realized that I don’t need Fat Feats because L’Vi is not overweight… yet. Apologies for typos, I see I had a few last time. Anyway... I hope you enjoy...

 

L’Vi awoke with a start, gasping. She was in a darkened room. As her eyes adjusted, she realized that she was in her own chambers, laying naked in her great four poster bed. She was ravenously hungry. She reached down to feel her stomach and was met with a dual surprise. Her stomach was no longer a stuffed, taut, round ball, as it had been what to her seemed like only moments ago. It was soft! Much smaller than it had been, but soft! She scrambled out of bed, waving her hand to light one of the magical torches and hurrying to her ornate full-size mirror.

 

Oh my angelic ancestors…

She was… she was voluptuous! The girl looking out at her from the mirror was a vision. She was l’Vi but with nearly 20 pounds of plump fat added to her frame. She tuned round; her thick athletic lower half was thicker now… juicier. She gave her ass a little slap and it jiggled, if only a bit. Facing front again, she noted her hips had softened and her already large breasts were slightly swollen, but two-thirds of the new chub had gone directly to her belly. She felt dizzy! Her waist was still slender… ish, but softer. Given another 10 pounds or so she would certainly have permanent creases visible from behind. Although she didn’t quite have a potbelly by her own standards, she was certainly headed there fast. The soft curve of her fattening tummy trying desperately to reach out beyond the shadow of her breasts. Her belly pudge would surely push over the edges of her tightest skirts, declaring her hedonistic sex-appeal for all the world to see…

L’Vi was in awe of herself. “The blessings of the Goddess…” She whispered softly. Suddenly, she caught the scent of treats on the air and she remembered that she was ravenous. She turned around and noticed a basket on her bed side table that she had missed in her haste to examine her new figure.

It was a basket of sweet and savory delights, with a note.

Something to remember me by, young one. May we meet again. -C.

 

Somewhat to l’Vi’s dismay there was not enough for her to become truly stuffed, and the treats were not the enchanted metabolism-killers of the Empress’s private researve. But as she tore into them she was still met with waves of pleasure. Rich, decadent chocolate truffles. Chocolate covered bananas, strawberries, pretzels… chocolate covered everything! Potatoes, sliced more thinly that l’Vi had ever seen, fried in oil and coated in chocolate and salt. She moaned as she ate every bite. She was not as swollen as got after a real meal, but the new softness on her stomach gave her a the appearance of a real potbelly now that she was somewhat full and satiated.

She may not be stuffed to bursting but she has still overeaten. Roll Constitution: 89/Fail. L’Vi gains another pound. She is up to 139. She is 5 pounds away from her next fat point.  

L’Vi reclined on her bed contentedly stroking the new soft curve of her belly, delighting in the little roll appearing between her hips and her ribcage as she lay on her side.

Shit. The Princes…

 

She had to speak to the princess immediately. It had not been noon when l’Vi entered the Harem. Surely Simone had been expecting at least a preliminary report by the evening…

L’Vi rushed to her wardrobe, throwing it open. She saw that the knight from that afternoon had indeed sent her gold half-shirt along and that her white and gold silks had been returned to their hangers.

I pray that that was magically done.

She quickly evaluated her options among the many shades of red she had been gifted by Lissia before she left Venija. Cardinal red seemed appropriate now, did it not? She needed to signal her loyalty to the Princess.

Following Simone’s lead from that morning, l’Vi decided to forgo the half shirt. She arranged her cardinal red wrap so as to leave her new soft tummy entirely reveled. In it’s slightly stuffed state it loomed over the waist of the garment. She felt sexy, really sexy for the first time in her life.

 She hesitated as she walked towards her window. How would she find Simone? She was fairly certain that the Princess would be awake. It was rumored that Simone never slept. It was highly unlikely that the Regent had entirely lost the need to sleep, but l’Vi felt certain that the Sorceress was powerful enough to only sleep when it was absolutely convenient for her to do so.

She thought for a moment before heading for the door rather than the window. She tried to open it quietly and slowly, but as soon as she had turned the handle it swung inwards. A servant girl tumbled in, waking up in the process. L’Vi heard the disorienting sound of a small bell jingling as the girl sprawled at her feet.  

The girl quickly gathered herself. She was small. Shorter than l’Vi.

“Oh! Um… umm.. mah, m’lady! Please pardon me! I fell asleep against the door waiting for your return! But ahh… I see that you ahh.. you slipped by me somehow…” The girl was bewildered.

L’Vi smiled warmly, trying to put the girl at ease. She gestured to her magnificent wings.

“Oh! Ah! Oh! Yes, ah! Yes right! How foolish of me, they’ll be on me for that one…”

L’Vi had to interject, “please, tell me. Why is it you were posted at my door.”

“Well.. ah… I was ah… I was just told to ring this bell and give you this scroll! The bell is surely rung now so ah… I guess this is all there is to do then,” the girl handed l’Vi the scroll. “So… thank you m’lady! I do beg your pardon if you won’t be needing anything I should be on my way.” The poor girl was curtsying repeatedly as she backed away.

“You’ve done well! Thank you!” called l’Vi as the girl practically ran away from her.

She unfurled the scroll as she closed the door.

West Tower. C.K. ASAP

“There we are,” l’Vi said to herself, “The Carmine Keep.”

L’Vi strode to the window, throwing it open. The dawn would breaking soon. She truly loved to fly at this hour.

Roll Athletics: 37/Pass, easily.

 

She let herself fall freely from her window for a moment, spreading her wings and catching herself within ten feet of the ground, and swooping back up heading high into the air. She felt her jiggly bits jiggling a bit more than usual and smiled. She gave her belly a slap.

“Still got it. This gut can’t slow me down.”

She was flying fast now, racing towards the Carmine Keep. She could see the figure of Simone waiting for her. She pushed herself to fly faster, she wanted to demonstrate that she was not dawdling, that she was taking this seriously. She knew she’d have to answer for the… changes she’d undergone since the afternoon. Wanting to counterbalance this and feeling athletic as she ever had she executed a deft landing maneuver, pulling her wings back and letting her momentum carry her through the last ten yards or so as she executed a spinning flip in mid air before extending her wings to slow her momentum before hitting the stone roof of the tower. She dropped the final foot from the air onto one knee before simone and then rose, feeling her belly and breasts jiggling just a bit as she did.

Roll Charisma: 73/ Pass… Just enough to pass even without knowing Simone’s preferences.

 

Roll Intelligence: 62/ Pretty good pass. L’Vi feels ready to handle this.

 

Simone arched her eyebrows, taking in L’Vi’s dramatically softer form. Her face was a cypher.

“If you’d pulled a stunt like that this morning I’d have had you banished for showing off… But know that I see how much you seem to have enjoyed yourself at my mother’s Harem… I have to say that I am ever so slightly impressed Lady O’Se.”

Relief washed over l’Vi. She had known that it was a risky move.

Simone raised a crimson hand. “However,… you do look to have feasted of the forbidden fruits. I hope that you did not abuse my trust to your own ends. You dawdled within the Harem for so long I almost expected you’d decided to remain as a concubine”

L'Vi swallowed. A hand going unconsciously to her curving tummy. “Your Majesty. Forgive me. I admit that I was indeed seduced by the pleasures on offer for a time… but I believe that it was only my natural… inclinations towards, well, towards gluttony, that allowed me access to the inner sanctum of the Great Harem.”

Simone nodded. “That is what our friend the Professor Doctor surmised.”

L’Vi glanced around, she wasn’t sure she’d have dressed so provocatively if she thought that Sam would be here. She didn’t want to deal with the strain of explaining the situation to the Princess and figuring out what game Sam was playing simultaneously.

Simone noticed l’Vis searching eyes. “He is not here now. He is indisposed at the moment. You aren’t putting on an unwitting show.”

L’Vi nodded her head, appreciating, and taking note of, Simone’s powers of perception.

“Well then, Lady O’Se, do you believe you have an answer for me? Is there a magical cause to my mother’s current condition? Is there hope for the empire?”

L’Vi closed her eyes, inhaling deeply.

“That… that is a complex question with an even more complex answer. But yes. Yes I believe that I do.

Princess Simone, your Royal Highness, you are quite obviously a sorceress of great power and ability. However, if I am not mistaken, you come by your power as your mother did. That is to say, you have a great natural gift. A deep connection with magic that to many defies explanation. You need but to told of a spell and you can cast it. Sometimes you find that the spells come to you without your ever having sought them out. Am I right in making these assumptions?”

The beautiful Demon Blood nodded her head. “You are correct.”

“And am I also correct in assuming that you have had little use for the academic study of magic which is so dear to my own heart?”

Simone smiled, “you are eminently correct in that assumption.”

L’Vi nodded. “Right. Well. Please forgive me, but I think that I will have to start with a general discussion which might seem irrelevant. But I believe that you must appreciate the way that I view magic, in order that you will trust what I have to say.”

Simone tilted her head, “go on…”

“Wizards, well, wizards trained in the Universities of the Kingdoms and the LoR, think of magic using the language of fields. Not meadows, mind you. Mathematical fields.”

Simone inhaled sharply through her nose. This was going to be boring.

“If we think of all of space,” l’Vi gestured at the open air, “as an infinite set of discrete points, then we can think of a field as a sort of machine. A machine that takes in points and spits out a number or a set of numbers describing the points. The Magical Field, then is a machine that supplies us with a perfect and complete description of the magical properties of all points in space, throughout all of time.

Casting a spell, any spell, be it a charm or a hex or a curse or an enchantment, any spell at all, involves changing the magical field at some set of points. A trained wizard such as myself can probe the magical field intellectually… to find the information required to calculate the proper spells to cast. A sorceress such as yourself influence the magical field almost... charismatically. Compelling it to change. It is my understanding that more intuitive, untrained wizards fell as though they are just spontaneously figuring it out, the way you can just figure out how much force you need to throw a ball to get it fly a certain distance in the air, the calculations may be made unconsciously.

What we think of as spells, incantations in long lost tongues, movements of the hands and so forth, are really just tools for focusing out innate magical power at the points which we are trying to alter. The more magical power one has, the less one really needs the spells and the more easily the spells seem to come.

Magical power is innate in all creatures, but it is not equal. It may be cultivated and grown or it may be neglected and go to naught. Beings of great power, such as your mother, and to a certain extent yourself, can begin to influence the magical field directly. Without need of spells. The magical field begins to influence them in kind.  They cease to age, not through a complex network of spells but because they are transcending their corporeal origins. You have heard tales of ancient wizards and sorcerers who were more akin to angels than to women and men. This is because their magical power was so great that they began to become one with the magical field, which permeates all of space and which generates all things.

You have also her tales of ancient gods and goddesses. We wizards believe that these were beings whose magical power was greater still. There is much debate over whether they were spontaneously manifested by the magical field or whether they were once worldly beings who ascended to a higher plane.

The debate is largely academic because there are of course extant gods who most certainly were once mere extraordinary people. They are difficult to come by, but there are those who have met them.”

Simone was listening carefully but was growing impatient. “Lady O’Se… you must get to the point. Are you trying to tell me that an ancient god is responsible for my mother’s condition?”

L’Vi breathed deeply, her now even larger breasts heaving over her tightly wrapped garment.

“Yes and… no. Princess Simone. I believe that your mother believes that she is… that she is ascending herself. I believe that she is right. I believe that your mother is becoming one with a certain aspect of the magical field… That she is becoming the Goddess of Pleasure.”

There was silence. Simone almost laughed.

“You believe that mother is a goddess?”

“No!” Said L’Vi, quickly, “no, no. I believe that she is trying to become one. Or that it is happening both of her will and entirely separately. It would be… well it would probably be nearly 500 more years before she reaches a level of power where she would truly be classified as a goddess, technical speaking. But she is probably only years away from being in a permanent state where she would be seen as a goddess by those unconcerned with technical definitions.”

“So, she is abandoning the Kingdoms.”

“Not at all! No! She is still very much human, in many ways… She is still concerned for her legacy. Her vanity is much changed but there is still an aspect of it that remains and may always remain. Er…” L’Vi was only just realizing that she had called the Empress vain, “not vanity, per se…”

“I am relived to hear it. You have not offended me.” Simone went quiet. Deep in thought. “A goddess…” She whispered to herself.

L’Vi was feeling relieved… She had explained herself to the best of her abilities. The sun was rising behind Simone. The world was coming to life and it was beautiful. But the rising sum brought with it another realization.

L’Vi was hungry.

 

Okay, fuck, but you're doing an amazing job on world building with this too. This is just great!

So, some options if you want them....

Adjustments: Now that she's not so skinny, with a good sized paunch and everything, L"VI feels herself filled with a desire to get bigger. Of course, in a thin preferring majority court, this could cause some issues with her social standing. And her clothing now that she's not perfectly slim. The Wizard feels compelled to try and grow bigger (roll constitution for wg) and needs to get some clothes flattering for her more sizeable figure (roll charisma for clothes shopping!), where she might run into an old friend...

Concubine: the overwhelming sexuality of the Imperial harem was overwhelming to the angel born, as was its food. Having glimpsed heaven on earth, she begs to go back to study  it further...from the inside...roll charisma and decide how much weight L"Vi would gain from this time around.

Crown of Obesity: Theona's turn to be a goddess of indulgence and pleasure could cause immense ramifactions for the Empire at large, possibly even civil war. A powerful artifact from long forgotten, pre-hobgoblin days might keep opinions where they need to be and as a skilled wizard, L"Vi would fit great in the adventuring party sent after it. Especially as she knows its leader...

Preparations: Empress Theona's powers might be fully intact but she's still pulling away from the Empire at large, leaving no clear heir behind her and that could cause in fighting and chaos. Princess Simone asks L"Vi to begin researching some of her sister Ravenna's most powerful supporters for weaknesses to exploit (Roll Intelligence)

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On 9/28/2020 at 5:10 PM, Batman76 said:

Buying me a dress: the dress shops are still open, I want a nice gown in my actual size, made in my measurments...for the ball you're taking me too...in between we have sex. Roll intelligence.

Aurora thought pretty carefully about how to answer such a poignant question from the Knight.

Food was often on the hungry young sorceress' mind: cakes and crumpets, steaks and sweets, biscuits and baked yams. You name it and Aurora would pretty happily chow down on it until she was sick. But the Giantess knew she could get food at any point she wanted in the Lady's barracks and that while a tavern might be a nice place for a first date, saving the man's life wouldn't be quite equal to him paying for all the food she could pack away, especially after a long, sweaty workout session.

"I think, Sir Typhus, that I'd like you to buy me a dress," Aurora said.

"I..well of course fair lady," the knight said, slightly confused, "it is just a somewhat unusual request..."

"Oh but I am a most unusual girl, if you had not noticed," the 12 footer giggled, "most of my gowns are someone elses and enchanted to fit me, I want something actually made to my measurements. Most girls at court don't have a waist as proportionally small as me you see, I'd like a gown that fits like a glove."

Typhus thought for a moment. It was true that this fantastically gorgeous young woman was skinny, even if her waist was about four feet around, but she was also so deliciously big...and besides, most sorceresses put on a few pounds anyway eventually at court...

"Well my beautiful damsel, I know just the place," the handsome knight told her, kissing her wrist in a most romantic way.

"Oh but I am not done," the sorceress laughed, feeling both powerful and quite lustful, "there is a ball coming up soon, I'd like you to be my escort at said ball."

"My glorious savior, how could I be anything but?" Typhus replied, "you humble me, a mere worm, by asking."

Aurora pressed her luck and charms further, bending down so her relatively small but still melon sized breasts were in front of his face, "and after my dress is done and before the ball, and probably after, you will help me break it in by fucking me in it."

Typhus laughed, "Dear lady, all I can ask is what position you'd like to start in..."

"Well, I always do like a good licking...," the giantess grinned.

....

Ultimately the two didn't get to the dress maker's shop that evening, instead finding a handy and massive red wood stump to use as a makeshift bed.

Any size difference between thw two was made up by Sir Typhus' pure enthusiasm once his armor was off. For a human he was very tall, broad shouldered and muscled, several long healed scars across his chest and arms. That was quite appealing to Aurora, frost giants bore scars from their enemies as a good luck talisman, and to make it better he was quite well endowed.

The first orgasm took a while. Typhus moved slow over the naked giant, kissing, nibbling and rubbing every exposed inch of her from ankle to jawline. Horny as Aurora was by her little victory, the first time she'd ever dominated multiple people at once, she was soon cooing and ooing at the sensation, even as a long string of purple hickies covered her body. For his part, the knight was immensely erect, fascinated by the soft skin and supple slopes of his new paramour. Slender the giantess might be but she also wasn't very firm, her body lacking much muscle at all and had plenty of softness.

"Dear Gods, but your breasts are the wonder of the world, you have as much as four other maids combined," Typhus gasped upon making his way up to the unreal light blue bosom.

Aurora had always been flat as a board, only starting to truly blossom once she'd come to court and gotten plenty of excess calories. An unusual amount of the weight she was gaining was going there, giving the dainty young woman a nice set of high, firm B cups.

"Anyone can say they love my tits...why don't you show me?" Aurora hissed, eyes widening as Typhus immediately did.

Motors didn't yet exist on this planet but Typhus spent a while blowing and licking in the melon sized mounds, setting Aurora's eyes back into her head by the time he got to her erect nipples, which filled his mouth totally. Aurora started giving out uncontrolled gasps now, one slender hand running her nails carefully down the knight's back, the other going to the breast he wasn't fellating. She was so horny she thought she might go then and there, but then Typhus moved between her legs.

He had his broad shoulders between her thighs, a sensible precaution given how Aurora started shaking and twitching as he set to work. A whole hand up her vulva and her clit filling his mouth, patiently and slowly sucking and thrusting, flexing his forearm to give her extra sensation. After less than a minute the sorceress started screaming, her own hands working her tits. The orgasm was quick, it was Aurora's horniest time of the month and the first time in several weeks since someone else had done her. Her scream made hundreds of birds flee the trees and the spasm of her thighs nearly dislocated Typhus' shoulder, the long roil of her pleasure exhiliratingly lethal to experience.

Aurora still had enough left in her to roll and moan as Typhus entered her, quick, powerful thrusts that within a few minutes shot a hot, but useless load into the giantess. He kept it inside for a moment, only withdrawing after deflating and crawling onto her torso, as spent and bruised as if after a battle. Aurora wrapped her arms around him, hugging him close.

"How about a second round and we can get the dress tomorrow?" she asked.

....

They met just after breakfast, Aurora so excited that she didn't even notice the extra food her friends piled onto her plate. Her constantly in survival mode metabolism absorbed the extra fat easily, depositing in it the small but growing layer over her muscles and chest.

Aurora has gained 1 lb, up to 617. Next Fat Point at 638.

After breakfast and a bath, she met Sir Typhus in the square of the town outside the palace's massive walls, the knight looking slender and dashing and pledging eternal allegiance to his beautiful lover. The first shop they approached soon opened its doors for one of Princess Simone's Royal Knights and a twelve foot sorceress. Thankfully the woman, a bespectacled but very glamorous if quite plump elf woman named Sarah, had very tall ceiling rooms and a step ladder to fully measure the giantess. Feeling daring and gorgeous, Aurora fully undressed herself and stood behind a tall sheet divider, letting her new beau watch her being measured.

"I want something in white and red, with some sequins please," Aurora told the tailor

"Oh yes, those will go well with this blue skin," the svelte dress maker said, running her measuring tape around Aurora's body, needing to use the ladder to measure her inseam, "72 inches, hmmm going to take a lot of fabric to cover these legs. I assume you'll want them double slit? It'll save on expense and show off your legs..."

"Oh yes," the naked giant giggled, looking over the divider at the awestruck Typhos who was drinking in her silhoutte, "I wouldn't want them hidden, make the slit as high as it can go without showing off my sex."

"Hmmm, yes well as long as he's paying,' Sarah mused, standing on the step ladder to get the tape around Aurora's hips, "62 inches."

62 sounded slightly off to Aurora, but she wasn't quite sure why. Until the tailor got the tape higher...

"44 and 1/2 at the waist," Sarah said, "let's see, let me do the math on you, you'd be 22 and 1/4 if you were human sized, quite svelte..."

"Umm, 44? I'm quite sure I'm only 41...," Aurora said cheeks starting to flush as she remembered being fitted for a gown gifted from Princess Simone on her arrival, the only other one that fit her and one that had gotten an entire tureen of soup stained across its crimson wool, a stain that not even magic could remove.

Was she...was she gaining weight? It couldn't be could it? She'd always been so scrawny...

"The tapes don't lie dear, perhaps you've filled out some," the tailor said, moving higher still, standing on the top rung of the ladder, "but I wouldn't worry much about it. You're slender as a reed, a particularly long reed but a reed still. If you really did have a 41 inch waist you must have been terribly underweight. And while I'm not sure how giants work, a girl your apparent age is likely to grow a little more curvaceous when eating well, especially if you're getting a lot of romantic attention. I've seen quite a few come through my door over the centuries and I'll say you're built to carry curves. I doubt anyone will mind..."

The last word was with a glance towards the sheet that sort of preserved Aurora's dignity, the back thin fabric totally silhoutteting her long, naked body. Sir Typhus appeared to be drooling as he watched her shadow.

"Now, let's see your chest. Arms out and let's see...this would be a 68 inch on the band, Hmmm, hard to tell on the breasts, let me do the math. If you were half this size you'd be a 6 footer still and something tells me you're not tall for your kin...hmmm...that's 6 inches from sternum to nipple, divide it by what 2 or 3? Either way, we'll call it a B. Although we'll need to use the cups for a DD."

Aurora blinked, "Did you say a B cup? I've never really needed a bra before..."

"Yes dear and quite a perky one too, they look like they're about to start quite the growth spurt so you'll want to ensure they're supported," Sarah informed her, the news making Aurora beam, "any extra requests?"

"Strapless of course, and backless. Oh and perhaps cut to the navel...," the giantess said.

The Elf thought a moment, "I'll happily provide the enchantments for the gown's security, but I would advise against a navel cut, they're going to go out of fashion soon."

This was a lie. For those with a flat stomach a navel cut, or even lower, were quite fashionable. But Sarah was a professional who cared about her clients and knew that Ladies in Waiting at the Red Empress' court tended to gain weight easily and rapidly. And that this giantess was very soft in the belly anyway. But she wouldn't tell Aurora she was about to get fat, that would be rude and foolish from a business perspective.

Thankfully for both, Aurora was quite trusting.

"Oh, thank you for the advice. I'd hate for an unattractive dress!" the giantess beamed, "do you need anything else?"

"Oh no dear, that should be plenty, you can pick the dress up in two weeks," Sarah smiled, watching as the giant slid her other gown back on and took her Knight's hand, the man leading her straight into a popular, belt busting tavern that catered to those who liked women of a larger size.

"And I'll make sure there's plenty of give in that gown, gracious I doubt that girl knows what she's gotten into," the tailor mused to herself, "she won't be that thin for long!"

In the coming two weeks...

Aurora is asked to act as Princess Simone's personal attendant and messenger: word of Aurora's quick action at the dueling ground spreads, letting Simone use her for more sensitive missions besides looking pretty. One of which includes acting as a messenger to her sister and rival, Simone... Roll Willpower.

Aurora is targeted by vengeful Poppinjays!: the giant's victory doesn't go unnoticed by her enemies, who set a dreadful ambush! Roll Athletics

Aurora takes an important test...: Aurora's studies in fat magic take a turn, for the better or the worst? The dice will decide! Roll charisma.

 

And of course, over those two weeks, Aurora has no reason to eat any less...

Roll 14 will powers and as many constitutions as there are failures....

Willpower rolls, with disadvantage: 84, fail. 64, fail. 11, 24, pass. 44 fail. 24, 67, fail. 20, 56 fail. 83, fail. 72, fail. 41, fail. 58, fail. 69, nice fail. 55 fail. 61, fail. 71, fail.

Constitution rolls, with disadvantage: 3, 78 fail. 52 fail, 28 and 72, fail. 78, fail. 60, fail. 12 and 99, fail. 1 and 59 fail. 93, fail. 30 and 22, success.

Aurora is now at 625 lbs, next fat point at 638.

So I got lucky and my online class didn't post an update today, so yay.

.....

Word of Aurora's little victory spread rapidly around the court.

The Cardinals and Poppinjays fought frequently, but rarely to the extent of an attempted murder! And never to the extent of an entire Poppinjay squad sitting naked in front of the Palace and stuffing their leader to bursting! Other sorceresses used to viewing the massive blue girl as nothing more than a dim push over eyed her with a new respect and while her friends didn't stop piling extra tarts and cakes onto her plates, they were sure to flatter her more and more.

Aurora was perfectly happy, counting the days until she got her new dress but was interrupted from a summons that far exceeded her normal station. With a hurry in her step and a careful dodging of door lintels, the Jotuness hurried from her usual barracks and classrooms all the way from the sorceress barracks to the Crimson Keep where Princess Simone held sway. The 12 foot brunette was a little peaked when she got there, apart from her pageant lessons (with spotty attendance of late) she took no exercise and was quite out of shape already, and took just a moment to improve her hair and fix her make up with a minor spell before announcing herself to the gate guards and being admitted.

Simone's inner sanctum was so red as to almost nauseate the eye: crimson curtains over synthetic ruby window panes, red wood floors, red marble walls, red marble furniture! Aurora felt sick, her clumsy long legs knocking over an almost invisible ottoman until she was brought into the inner court yard which had green glass at least. Vast beds of eternally blooming red roses under towering red wood trees were cool and pleasant...while what was in the center was hot and salacious.

Princess Simone, the 2nd most powerful woman in the 101 Kingdoms, was reclining in the steaming water of a bubbling hot spring pool. The pool was made of white stone, letting one get a good look at the woman inside it. On a human scale, the Devil Born was tall, her hair line at six feet, and her pair straight oryx horns went up another two feet. A lot of that was leg, Simone closely inheriting the leggy, athletic hour glass build of her famous mother that was featured on so many coins, portraits and statues. Aurora had met Simone before of course, when she'd come to court for the growing alliance with the Jotun clans was her idea, but it had been many months since she'd seen her face to face and never alone.

"Princess Simone, I am, um so humbled to see you!" Aurora said, curtsying clumsily, "you are just as amazing and beautiful as always and I can't imagine what you would want directly with me!?"

"Customarily, it is not the part of the attendant to ask their superior," Simone said, the reclining woman not opening her eyes.

"Oh Gods, I'm so sorry, what ever can I do to help you?" the quivering frost giant said, instantly fearing dismissal, all of her enjoyments crumbling before her eyes.

"Right now," Simone said, opening her very red eyes, "Soak with me..."

Aurora blushed, it wasn't that she didn't bathe with other women in the room every day, but doing so with the Empress' first born? The giant quickly began undoing her dress' snaps and buttons, pulling it off of her body. The garment shrank down once it was off her, the naked giantess putting it neatly on a chair. All the while Simone's eyes ran up and down the other sorceress, noting the lack of muscle on her thighs and arms, the subtle softness at her waistline, the slight swolleness of her breasts that suggested new growth, the jiggliness of her untoned butt....how despite that Aurora was still very, very skinny.

And smiled.

As the giantess gently lowered herself into the large pool, small waves splashing up against the Princess, she herself took in her superior. Simone's long, long unchanged body was not as it appeared in a fancy dress. The Devil Born woman's flat, tapered waist was full and soft, a little past the start of a gut. Her upper thighs were losing their muscle tone and when Simone stood up from the water, it was revealed her breasts had started to sag. She sheepishly looked away as the Demon Born caught her peeping, Simone only smiling.

"Lady Aurora, you are quite unique among the ladies in waiting at this court," Simone said gently.

"Thank you, I don't know what to say," Aurora beamed, eating up praise like she did pie.

"And because of that, you have caught my eye. I needed to wait and see if you were true and your actions a few weeks ago prove that, as has the mission debrief with Sir Typhus and information from Lady Tiffany," Simone told her with a smile, her teeth white and very sharp.

Aurora could do not but smile.

"Which is why I've selected you for a very dangerous and important mission," the Princess said, "you are a bright girl and have surely noticed that many of the ladies in waiting here often grow quite plump. They come here slim and attractive and soon sport bellies big enough they need to wear corsets."

To demonstrate, Simone flicked her own soft tummy.

"I, well, hadn't noticed, everyone is so pretty and kind," Aurora returned, trying not to look at the devastatingly hot demon and thinking of her new boyfriend to not get too turned on.

"Well then...I have noticed that you see most unaffected by this despite being here for several months," Simone continued, "which is why you are perfect for..."

the Imperial Harem: my mother's pleasure gardens have grown strangely lately, the most recent agent I sent there didn't give a fully satisfactory report. I will need someone watching all the time and that someone is you...

My own weight problem: as you have noticed, I've put on some weight recently due to the time constraints of my office. I need you to take some of it, I'm told your fat magic studies are going well...Roll charisma to cast a weight transfer spell, 1d20+5 pounds!

 

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7 hours ago, Batman76 said:

These two chapters are french kiss guys. Holy fuck, I don't even need to do anything yet!

Ulverik, you're a natural at this

Thank you! that really mean much to me 😀 I would lie if I wasn´t scared shitless what you and the others would think and react about my first try. The Internet is a scary place after all

And I also want to say you doing an impressive work Batman76, not many would have the stamina to come up with 4 others intrigues for their character AND think up things for your lovely character Aurora.

with that said, if you guys find things i can improve on, dont hesitate to tell me 😁

and now for a classic question 😆 

How much does Regina´s dress have in hp? or is it up to us players to decide to a bit degree? 

7 hours ago, Batman76 said:

Would you like me to roll their wg or would you?

Lol the inner demon in me say "roll the dice DM, roll the dice muhahaha😈"

Oh! and feel free to use whatever evil thing and thought you can throw at regina, she deserve every puch is in a pretty tight spot (and prob in even tighter spot soon)

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1 minute ago, ulvrik said:

Thank you! that really mean much to me 😀 I would lie if I wasn´t scared shitless what you and the others would think and react about my first try. The Internet is a scary place after all

And I also want to say you doing an impressive work Batman76, not many would have the stamina to come up with 4 others intrigues for their character AND think up things for your lovely character Aurora.

with that said, if you guys find things i can improve on, dont hesitate to tell me 😁

and now for a classic question 😆 

How much does Regina´s dress have in hp? or is it up to us players to decide to a bit degree? 

Lol the inner demon in me say "roll the dice DM, roll the dice muhahaha😈"

Oh! and feel free to use whatever evil thing and thought you can throw at regina, she deserve every puch is in a pretty tight spot (and prob in even tighter spot soon)

Clothing hp is weird, I'll say....

Very tight, thin, preripped clothes: 3hp

Normal fitted, normal fabric's: 5 hp

Tough fabric, like leather or a corset: 7hp

Armor: 10hlp

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9 hours ago, Batman76 said:

Would you like me to roll their wg or would you?

I’d love writing of the temptations and indulgences of the Sea Devils 😈 But then again, I don’t have their stats on hand to be able to roll for them, and I’m definitely not privy to exactly what type of “honey trap” the nymphs have in mind. You should, like, roll for them and let us know with a quick update that may or may not have any juicy details in it... and then I can add more juicy details and roll for Kayla.

I’m taking a girl out tonight! You got time!

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On 9/29/2020 at 5:45 PM, flyer33 said:

Connie is not a woman to skimp on pie! Especially after all the fattening foods she's been enjoying, with the aim of filling out her curves.

Connie rolls WILLPOWER: 74 / 20, fail!

Connie has gained 34 pounds from gorging on an enchanted pumpkin pie (with lashings of cream). Her weight is now 174.5 lbs. Her FAT SCORE is now 25 (reached 25 at 174 lbs). 

"Oh, my!" Connie exclaimed, as she leaned back from the banqueting table in the keep's dusty but clearly still-functioning great hall (well, a candelabra was lit, and a place at the table had been well set for her to sit down for the pie; otherwise, apart from the dessert, the place was deserted). She mopped her brow and panted - that pie had been positively orgasmic! Just like her aunt Kelly used to make. No wonder she'd grown so curvy in her youth!

"Oh! So full!" The countess groaned. In fact, she felt so full, she felt like she was going to have to skip dinner! And that was a very uncharacteristic thought, so she must have really overdone it! She did remember the button of her leggings popping somewhere around the second slice... Oh. And she'd barely noticed. That was unusual too. Connie was normally acutely sensitive to the presentability of her outfit.

Connie looked down to check how swollen her tummy was. There was just one problem: she couldn't see past her swollen boobs!

"Eeeek!" Connie squeaked. 

The blonde diplomat stood up in alarm, stumbing as her clothing strained from the process, and reached for her leggings. Sure enough, they were burst open. And the black leather was oh-so-tight around her thighs and curvy hips... Her very vavoom, curvy hips!

"What the Heavens is up with this castle?" Connie exclaimed. Somehow, after one little (well, not that little) meal of pie, her curves had blossomed back to the fullest they'd ever been - and, in the case of her overspilling, leather-top-seam-busting boobs, much fuller than ever!

Although slightly alarmed by the apparently magical pie she had just devoured - whence had it come, and why? Was her aunt Kelly haunting the place? It was her pie recipe, after all - Connie resolved to finish exploring the castle. Her suddenly-renewed curvaceousness made her a little clumsy as she headed, cautiously, further into the keep. As she went, she patted her hips, and couldn't help but grin at the way her once-again devastatingly curvy figure strained the leather outfit to bursting! 

 

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FAT feats. Connie has reached a FAT score of at least 24 for the first time (during the game). 

Connie takes the BIG MILKERS physical FAT FEAT, as her tendency towards a busty build reasserts itself, using the super-fattening pie as building material!

11. BIG MILKERS: "Oh these? Oh yeah, they're getting bigger still. Why would I diet, it all goes to the girls first...they do make my back a bit sore..." This PC is blessed with a bountiful bosom by genetics, making them sexier to all and acting as a caloric disposal area...for a while. On gaining FAT POINTS between 20-24, this character's CHARISMA bonus increases by 2 instead of one with all NORMY NPCs, she takes no penalty with FAT FETISH NPCS despite being a normal weight and does not suffer ATHLETICS or CONSTITUTION loss per FAT POINT due to the fat failing to land on her limbs or core. On gaining FAT POINTS in the OVERWEIGHT category between 25-30, her CHARISMA increases by 1 among all NORMY NPCs instead of falling by 2 and increases by 4 among FAT FETISH NPCS instead of by 2, her ATHLETICS and CONSTITUTION scores however now fall by 4 points per FAT POINT instead of 3 to represent strain on her back. From 30 FAT POINTS onward, the PC's penalty/bonus on CHARISMA towards NORMIE/FAT-FETISHIST increases by 50% over baseline to represent rampant gigantomastia , while her ATHLETICS and CONSTITUTION penalties increase by 50% to represent immense back strain.

After voluntarily taking a PHYSICAL FEAT, Connie must check WILLPOWER: 27 / 20 fail. Connie must roll for a MENTAL FAT FEAT. Rolls: 9: BULGING BRAVERY... OK, she'll take that!

9. BULGING BRAVERY: rightly or wrongly, the character believes their bulk is a sign of toughness and strength. Must pass a WILLPOWER check before a physical action, receives advantage to the subsequent ATHLETIC checks on a success.

 

Now, let's check on Connie's vital statistics. If my numbers are correct, Connie's huge boobs cause her to have the following stats, at FAT 25.  Due to back strain, her ATHLETICS is 46, and her CONSTITUTION is 66. Her CHARISMA becomes 89 with NORMY NPCs, and 84 with FAT FETISH NPCs. 

Hmm. With all the pregnancy pounds Connie is set to gain, it looks like she will have to do some back-strengthening exercises, whether she enjoys them or not!

 

Connie walked forwards through the dusty entry room and felt weird...but a good sort of weird!

Okay, the Countess was certain she now the absolute fattest she'd ever been. To the point that her monstrous hooters were blocking her view on how fat the rest of her was!

"Alright ole girl, so you appear to have gone from your absolute leanest to an unknown amount of curves in one meal," the diplomat said to herself, "Let's do a tactile survey then..."

The blonde ran a manicured hand around her face, feeling a new cherubic softness to her cheeks and a little double chin under her jaw, "Okay, double chin starting there, not quite what I wanted...although Syrup is going to like nibbling it I wager...let's go lower..."

Boobs had been on Connie's brain forever and she was lucky that the de'Colletege genes had blessed her quite well, giving her a C even fresh from Fat Camp and a plump E when she was letting loose on the job. Right now, the diplomat was much bigger than an E, her palms jiggling the massive mammaries and trying to figure out how much boob she was dealing with. They overwhelmed her hands, she was up to two per tit! The vain blonde had made sure her white shirt was cut tight, so the growth of her boobs had sent pearl buttons flying as they outgrew their covers!

"Okay, I'm officially huge now. Gigantic, massive...still very sensitive!" Connie cooed to her self, gripping and fondling, "and hate to admit this but they're kind of heavy, they kind of pull on the shoulders a bit. Good thing I'm in shape, uh, was in shape I guess...well, that's probably irrelevant...man these feel good to touch. I'm both glad I didn't wear a bra today and kind of in need of one for support...they do feel good though...no damn it stop Connie, something odd is a-boob! Uh, a-foot!"

Abandoning her heavy breasts, which sagged a little to be let go, Connie felt around her waist. Post-Fat camp she'd been pretty firm and trim on the belly, not a six pack but nothing to pinch. Now she was squishy and podgy, with love handles to squeeze and ** belly she hoped was cute. It sure felt cute, almost as nice to touch as her boobs and lower proved she had a first rate fupa over a softer sex that was just as sensitive.

"Okay, this is interesting but....I really want to have this thing grabbed from behind while I'm getting fucked...," she mused.

Her pants had been effectively destroyed. The buttons over her groin were all gone, while the ones on the outer seams of her thighs were stretched wide over soft diamonds of flesh. A pat on her rear end showed that she had pretty ample aft charms too and she grinned at the thought of being spanked.

"Gods above and devils below, I'm a genuine fatty! My Fat Camp councillors would have a stroke seeing this body! And dear Syrup, he'd come right in his pants. If I'm not pregnant now I will be in a month. Dear goddess of beauty, I'd fuck me right now. I'd fail a fat audit by sight naked and am going to need to be corset dependent if I appear in public but this is gorgeous hot. I wonder if I can eat more..." she cooed to herself, "but this is weird, there's magic going on and maybe not the good kind... and its in my damn castle! I own this place and if there's witch craft afoot it better answer to me!"

The Diplomat had the magical senses of a brick but gaining near 40 pounds in one sitting? That was weird witch craft. Picking her sword up from where it had fallen after her belt had snapped, she drew the slim blade and decided on her next course of action.

Retreat: 40 lbs in a moment is beyond even Connie's experience! Best to retreat from here back to her horse at whatever speed her deliciously puffed up body could manage! ...and is that a door closing behind her? Roll ATHLETICS

Check the Bed chamber: Connie's shirt has lots all of its buttons, her belt has burst and her pants are a few too long steps from completely going. She picked a very bad day to forego underwear of any sort and if she runs she'll be naked within a few steps. The Countess might be a freak in the sheets but riding naked through a chilly night and past incredulous peasants isn't her style. Luckily her great aunt Kelly had been pretty active and only moderately overweight even in her old age. There's likely older clothes that would sort of fit Connie inside that great big armoire in her bed room, a bit out of fashion maybe but hopefully there'll be a bra too, perhaps something to help her resist any more weight gain traps if she didn't want even bigger curves, Aunt Kelly had a lot of enchanted jewelry...even though that creepy dress mannequin beside it was always damn creepy and the carved face of the skimpy strumpet on it always seemed to be watching her, and its weird that its wearing a full bridal gown/veil and carrying a  tray of steaming scones...Roll Athletics to fight an animated dress dummy!

Check out the Kitchen: This pie was truly divine...and had had an amazing effect on Connie's figure! She was finally plump again, her de'Colletege metabolism finally bested! She'd best check out the kitchen for more pie...um, clues. Oh no, looks like there's some sort of automated baking spell in place just in case guests dropped by. And another pie is ready to eat! Connie better react fast if she wants to get out of here without another pie's worth of weight on her...or not...Roll Athletics to dodge!

Check out the Dungeon: Aunt Kelly had done odd experiments in the dungeon, which is down a long set of stairs. Ugh, this would have been a bit easier forty pounds earlier, oh well the curves were worth it. Hmm, looks like there's several enchanted weapons to pick from over in that armory...Wait, what's this, a sexy, scantily clad hottie of her preferred features and gender trapped in the dungeon! Connie best free them at once, although why is there a pentagram in silver painted around them and a note that says "do not free under any circumstances, dangerous feeder succubus/incubus!" Roll Willpower!

Check out the Tower: Rumor has it a distant ancestor lived in this castle, an enchanter who died of depression after their cow sized love died breaking through a bridge. Devastated, they jumped from the tallest tower, their spirit haunting the castle ever since, leaving behind a vengeful, curve loving ghost that set up all sorts of fattening traps for any slender dame who came by...in retrospect this might be the obvious choice for what's going on and maybe Connie should go right there and kick this spirit out of her castle! Although a ghost is a powerful opponent, she might need a better weapon or perhaps some enchanted charm or maybe just fatten herself up extra, it was a feeder in life after all... And it is up a lot of stairs  Connie is a fat girl now...Roll Athletics check, a Charisma check and a Willpower check!

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1 hour ago, >_< 0_0 said:

I’d love writing of the temptations and indulgences of the Sea Devils 😈 But then again, I don’t have their stats on hand to be able to roll for them, and I’m definitely not privy to exactly what type of “honey trap” the nymphs have in mind. You should, like, roll for them and let us know with a quick update that may or may not have any juicy details in it... and then I can add more juicy details and roll for Kayla.

I’m taking a girl out tonight! You got time!

Good luck man! I"ll get an update out tomorrow.

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