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As some prompts were suggested...

Kayla's back hit the swaying hammock with a heavy plop, followed by a groan from her skirt as her broadening hips cut into the fabric.

Reality swam and trembled before her, her usually razor sharp wits severely dazed by heavy alcohol and a strange, increasing horniness as the red smear that had tossed her onto the hanging bed resolved into Balla's curvaceous figure. She had to warn everyone, had to warn them that she was detecting the same fattening magic on the food everyone was feasting on as she'd detected at the Nymph's feast! Whether through proximity to the horn or mischevious nymphs stealthily placing enchanted fare onto the ship, this place was a fat trap waiting to go off!

"Gods of the Sea, War and Cunnilingus Boot, but you didn't let us down on that contest! You did your Cap'n proud today, a clear sign that you've got a well disciplined and thoroughly badass leader molding you into the same path she took!" Balla laughed, hands on her hips.

Luckily/unfortunately depending on your perspective the contact once again undid the illusion spell that gave Balla her trim waist. Squishy side fat bulged through the red woman's fingers as her paunchy stomach popped back into view, the muffin top clearly overhanging her skirt. But as the Devil Born was as high on victory as Kayla was on booze, she didn't notice the half a foot addition to her waist line. Kayla could only take her eyes off it by looking at some other bulging part of the Sea Devil, the decadent curves the once steely woman bore were dangerously attractive. ** as she was, the Wizard couldn't even lie to herself, Balla looked magnificent with the extra pounds!

"The...food...we can't...the nymphs," Kayla slurred again, "they...the food..."

'Haha, yeah those dumb nymphs thought they had us, but thanks to my quick wits we got out with only Culla fattening up further, the chunker," her egotistical commander laughed, the ripple effect of her enchanted boots causing a button to pop off and show yet more crimson cleavage.

Outside, Kayla's keen elven ears could hear the raccuous sounds of drinking and feasting. And beneath them, the occasional pop of a button and rip of a seam.

"No, don't...you gotta...the food....," Kayla moaned, trying to get her sentences in order, "eating...our bodies...they...your boobs..."

Usually Kayla never put a word wrong unless she was really startled by something really sexy. But with her blood alcohol level dangerously high she couldn't get a word right, she had no experience in not operating at genius levels and was at a loss! Chuckling, Balla leaned forwards (sighs and groans sounding from her strained top) and put a finger to Kayla's lips. The elf froze, eyes locked on a lot of red cleavage swinging before her eyes. Much as she might purport to love Elvish beauty standards, Balla had had a set of knockers beyond her imagination before her gain...after it, staring at the head sized knockers drove Kayla's IQ to levels never before plumbed!

"Whoa there boot, don't you worry. I've dealt with many a ** Sea Devil, I speak fluent boozed out Lance Corporal," the Devil Born winked, "which is why..."

I'll help you sop up that booze!: Balla thinks Kayla's trying to say she's hungry, so she stuffs her to the brim with the fattening fare being served outside...food that's absorbed some fattening magic from the enchanted mead! Kayla gains 1d10lbs!

I'm gonna ask if you wanna bump bumps...: Balla thinks Kayla's gibberish is a drunken come on. If Kayla confirms this, Balla will knock back some mead of her own to level the playing field (and gain 1d6lbs herself!) before the two have some fun! And this fun will include some feeding for both of them, 1d8lbs worth for Kayla!

.....

But after Kayla awakes with a pounding head ache from her hang over she finds that she's levelled up, and not just that...

An Eye for a Beer gut: the feasting and frollicking on the Iron Duck has had a disastrous effect on everyone involved. Abarra has grown a gut again, Balla is so chubby she needs illusions and a corset to just be overly thick and Culla is so fat she can barely take wing! To make matters worse, the Blue Beauties are also plumper and pissed off! The crimeboss sets a bounty on the gang, either they pay her a fantastical sum of money or they spend a week getting force fed! Balla has a plan though, robbing a local casino...

Sinking fast!: the feasting and frollicking on the Iron Duck has had a disastrous effect on everyone involved. Abarra has grown a gut again, Balla is so chubby she needs illusions and a corset to just be overly thick and Culla is so fat she can barely take wing, with the Blue Beauties bulking up too! All of that bountiful woman flesh, combined with the gold, is more than the poor ship can take and it begins sinking! With their savings underwater, Balla comes up with a plan to rob a local casino...

 

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Throughout her life, Kayla had a strange habit of fidgeting. It was a characteristic rubbing of her thighs along with a slight butt-wiggle that distinguished the habit from the more common foot-tapping of normal individuals. As with such individuals prone to fidgeting, the little dark elf would catch herself in the act time and again: in the midst of reading old tomes while disciplining a full bladder, brooding through short bouts of excitement and scheming,  and even whilst daydreaming. She often wouldn't notice until someone else asked what she was doing. Now, with her mind addled with unseemly amounts of mead and plagued with angst, the "wizard-wiggle" (as an old bully had dubbed it) was back.

She felt her captain run her red hand over her engorged belly, a light tickle of her five clawed fingertips against her panting skin, and as the room spun endlessly as the hammock rocked, she felt a sense of calm returning.

"Damn but you're tense, girl," Balla said in a softer tone than usual. "I know elven libido's are way less than half-demons like me, but holy shit."

"My libido?" Kayla slurred.

"I'm talkin' 'bout your sex drive, Kayla."

"I... urp... know what it means."

"Of course you do..."

"Wait, did you call me by my real name?"

"Hey now," Balla patted her swollen stomach comfortingly. "Don't jinx it. Do you want Captain Balla or maybe you wanna..."

Kayla tried and failed to sit up. "What?"

"Wanna chill? Everyone's eating outside; we'll be alone in here. Also, I locked the door --"

"Oh no, they're eating!" Kayla tried to swing out of the hammock (Rolled Athletics with disadvantage: 26, PASS), and though she nearly snagged her foot in the netting, managed to gain her footing and stand tall.

Balla was leaning against the navigation table in the center of the cabin, bemused with her hands folded over the slight paunch of her belly. "What's got you all worked-up?"

Kayla wobbled with the sway of the ship, which creaked ominously as waves crashed against the wooden hull from outside (Rolled Intelligence with disadvantage: 17, PASS). "Balla! That giantess! The gold! We're too heavy!"

"The fuck are you talking about?"

"The ship's going to sink! We have to warn them!" (Rolled Charisma with disadvantage: 89, FAIL)

"Shit, she's a chicken-**..." Balla muttered. "Kayla! Kayla com'ere! Let me take care of you."

"But the ship..."

"It's alright. A big barge just passed us. That's why you felt the ship rock. Now get over here before you trip over your self. Here: I gotchu. Hug me tight. That's it..."

To Kayla's shock, Balla's hands snaked around and under her kilt. With a slight grunt, the red Sea Devil squeezed her soft bulk against her, grabbed her by both ass cheeks, and lifted her up. It was all the dark elf could do to hug the demoness's shoulders with her shaking hands as she tried to ignore the embarrassment of her butt being held like a pair of wine sacks.(Rolled Intelligence with disadvantage: 80, FAIL) Had the dark elf been able to use her sharp intuition to its full effect, she might have noticed how soft and malleable her cheeks felt against Balla's calloused palms, but her world was figuratively and metaphorically spinning. Worries of the ship, the food, the nymphs, the giantess, and her friends ebbed away from her limited consciousness, leaving only one concern left: how was she going to get down from Balla's grip safely?

"Oof!" Kayla felt her butt plopped against the navigation table, and let her thighs rest against the smooth wood, legs dangling off the edge.

Balla didn't move or speak right away, but if Kayla had been able to focus her eyes, she'd have been able to discern the unmistakable look of lust in the red demoness's gaze. Slowly, Balla crept in between the open gap between Kayla's smooth, black thighs, running her fingers over their goosebumped surface like spiders until they reached her hips.

"Let's see..." Balla leaned forward and reached past Kayla to sweep spare maps and stray piles of coin from the table. "There we go... ooh, a spare keg... don't mind if I do..."

Kayla tried to warn her not to, but belched instead, which made Balla smirk.

"Relax, honeybun," Balla patted Kayla's waist. "You're done for tonight. This one's for me. Been working all day..."

She glugged the keg with shocking speed and efficiency, her gut visibly moving as the mead sloshed within. It was all Kayla could do to cringe helplessly at the protruding symbol of decadence that was Balla's belly intruding her private space.

"But weren't you on a diet, captain?" Kayla asked.

Balla silenced her with a finger on her lips. "We've been working hard, and it's been a week since my last cheat day. Let's talk about you."

"Me? But I'm not -- urp -- fat. I'll never let myself get fat. Never!"

Balla's eyes drifted down Kayla's body while her hands teased the trim of her skirt. "That's not what I meant. Your not fat at all, little elf," she patted her hips. "Not one bit. In fact, you're really hot."

Kayla stiffened. "Me?"

"Alright, flip around."

"Huh?"

"Get on your face, Kayla, turn around. I'm gonna help you relax... that's it... now put your arms under your head. No, scoot up so your feet aren't hanging off, crazy! Good..."

Kayla obediently lay herself on top of the table, as if tanning her back on the beach. It was enough to make the last of her gas push itself from her poor tummy in an embarrassingly loud belch, but at least she felt better. At first, nothing happened. She could hear the captain drinking behind her. Then, with a slight creak, she felt the captain mounting her and taking a seat on her butt.

"Baby steps, Kayla," Balla cooed as her hands massaged her back. "Baby steps. You saved our gold stash back there, but you're still a young, clueless elf."

"Balla? Why aren't we putting the gold in a bank?"

"Hey! Stop flexing!" Balla slapped Kayla's shoulder blades lightly. "Just relax. You're too fucking anxious, lemme squeeze it out of ya. That's it... just feel how my fingers push all your knots out."

"You're planning something, aren't you?" Kayla mumbled as her body rocked with each press. "That's why we're hiding so much gold in here." (Rolled Intelligence with disadvantage: 53, PASS)

"Always," Balla snickered. "And my next plan is to massage your lower back. We're taking baby steps here."

"And you're making me practice spells, too," Kayla closed her eyes blissfully. "I'd love to know what your big scheme is. I want to help..."

"You really wanna know?" Balla pressed hard into the sides of Kayla's waist. "I'd love to tell you, but you're gonna have to give me some."

"Some what?"

"I want your yams."

(Rolled Intelligence with disadvantage: 80, FAIL)

Kayla wasn't sure what yams were, but it made her giggle. "I want to know."

"Cool," Balla unseated herself from Kayla's butt. "Put your legs together so I can sit on 'em. Fuck yes... it's been a hot minute since I had yams."

"The fruit?"

"Yes and no. You're gonna learn today."

Kayla stiffened when she felt Balla's hands delicately lift her kilt up and flip it over her back. Cool air brushed against her half-exposed cheeks, her silken panties her only protection against whatever happened next.

"Bad!" Balla slapped her cheek. "Relax! No flexing..." she rubbed the cheek until it softened under her grip, and began kneading. "That's it... lookit you, Kayla. All grown up! You'll be an expert at drinking in no time."

"But what about the plan?" Kayla asked.

"I was getting to that. Anyway... I bet you're wondering what our next move is."

"Yes."

"Right. So as I was saying, me and my crew have been scouting Red Port for awhile now. This town is pretty rich -- even for a Republican city-state -- and it's right in the middle of half a dozen major trading routes. Piers and drydocks up and down a winding river... warehouses filled with goods, not to mention seventeen of those banks you love so much. But do you wanna know what we're really here for -- what our real target's been all along?"

"Yes..."

"Our target..." Balla pressed her thumbs deep into the sides of Kayla's glutes. "Is the King's Palace."

"Huh? But Red Port's a democracy, not a monarchy!"

"It's more like a merchant-nobility complex, but that's another topic. You misunderstand me, Kayla. The King's Palace isn't a King's Palace, it's a casino."

"Oh, I get it," Kayla hummed as the spare mush on top of her glutes was rolled and squeezed like bread.

"And not just any casino, oh no," Balla continued. "But a big one. Five stories high, sprawling gardens, rooms to sleep in, gilded marble pillars, and the concubines. Oh, the concubines, Kayla! I remember each one of them --"

"Ouch!" Kayla flinched. "You squeezed too hard!"

"I'm sorry, Honeybun," Balla rubbed her butt. "Lemme give you a kiss... okay. So anyway, it just so happens that Abarra knows the owners of the casino: some mafia ex-bandits that invested their highway loot into building the casino. But that's not all! From what we've been able to figure out, they've been capitalizing on illegal trading of Elven Chocolate."

"Elven Chocolate?" Kayla's butt shivered with goosebumps.

"Hey, it doesn't matter what they're trading except for two things: it's illegal and they're making a fucking fortune. Now, you get why the fact that it's illegal is important, right?"

(Rolled Intelligence with disadvantage: 76, FAIL) "Um... I'm still **..."

"This is a rich city, Kayla. Have you seen how many guards they can afford to staff? That means they've got good tax collectors -- they've got to! And that means that if anyone deposits a stash of gold in the bank from thin air, they're gonna start asking questions. So you know what that means?"

"It means... the casino mafia won't use the banks -- they got their own vault!"

"Brilliant, kiddo," Balla patted her butt appreciatively. "Hold that thought... lemme swig another keg..." the sound of chugging could be heard just behind Kayla, and the dark elf felt a few drops of mead splash on her back. "Ugh... this shit makes me feel so bloated... but it's worth it. Just for today. Hey... you hungry? Want something to eat? We've got some spare food in the barrels here."

"Not really," Kayla was surprisingly more disappointed that the massage had stopped.

"It'll help you sober-up faster. Come on, snack a little while I tell you the plan over a few drinks."

"Well..." Kayla perked at the implications of being involved in a grand scheme. "I guess. But... um..."

"Yeah?"

Kayla blushed, too shy to continue.

"Aw, you want me to keep rubbing you while we talk? It's okay, Honeybun, I like it even more than you do. You can sit on my lap and I'll take care of you."

Kayla blushed all the more. "I've never seen you like this before."

"What, you thought I was a boss bitch all the time? There's a time and place for everything, sweet cheeks, and right now it's time for you to eat. Go ahead. Pick whatever you want and bring it over -- and bring me a couple more kegs."

As Kayla reluctantly slid off the table and obliged the whims of her captain, she glanced back and caught the Sea Devil staring at her ass while biting her lips with her fanged teeth.

(in the midst of the ensuing scheming and feasting, Balla rolls 1d6 and gains 5 pounds. Meanwhile, Kayla rolls 1d8 and gains 7 pounds 😮 Kayla is now 126 pounds and has gained 1 FAT POINT for a total of 22 -- 2 pounds away from her next FAT POINT)

(Updated Stats:

Height: 5 feet, 5 inches

Starting Weight: 110 lbs

Current Weight: 126 lbs

Hit points: 8

ATHLETICS: 40-10=30

CONSTITUTION: 50-15-20=15

INTELLIGENCE: 45+10+20=75

WILLPOWER: 65+10+5=80

CHARISMA:  30+10+4=44 ("shawty gotta fatty!" -- One of the Mead Boat patrons)

FAT-FETISH    38/.  NORMIE: 44 (👀)

FAT POINTS: 22, Normal. 6 lbs per Fat Point

FAT FEATS: Size Unaware, Badonkadonk -- opt for new trait: HEAVY AND HORNY: "These pants are so tight, they're pressing on my clit...wanna help me take them off?" Whether through hormonal changes, compensation or just desperation, the PC gets increasingly horny. They must roll a WILLPOWER check before all mental actions or take a -10 to the relevant score due to distracting thoughts of horniness if they haven't had sex that day -- rolled for mental trait: 45, PASS.

 

One hour later...

Still buzzed with the effects of the mead, Kayla groaned within the warm embrace of Balla as they swayed in the hammock. Kayla had chosen only a few, choice samples of bread and butter for her post-binge snack, but unfortunately for her, both the bread and the butter were laced with mead from the enchanted horn. Hence, as she rested her head between Balla's glorious breasts, her own little belly was poking out from her bare midriff like a curious rodent from its den, a soft layer of flesh resting comfortably beneath her navel. Come morning, she might realize that the spare mound of fat was threatening to hang over her kilt -- but probably not, because she'd instinctively hoist the kilt higher until the bloating was contained. Meanwhile, Balla couldn't keep her hands off her ass.

"I can't believe we're robbing a casino," Kayla sighed.

"They had it coming," Balla patted her butt for the fifty-third time. "So long as we keep the plan, we can pull it off."

"What if I make a mistake?"

"You're our distraction; you don't have to worry about shit. All you have to do is go through the casino like we told you and be you."

"What if you get caught?"

"Then we wing it -- fuck!"

The boat rocked hard -- as it had many times before -- but this time it kept rocking. The girls squealed as the hammock swayed hard towards the cabin's interior, until the table was beneath them.

"The boat!" Kayla screamed. "The boat! It's sinking!"

"It can't sink!" Balla held Kayla tight like she were a stuffed animal. "That's our gold! We can't let -- it's falling! The gold!"

Over a week's worth of greed had clouded the minds of the Sea Devils to the point that none of them had realized the wisdom of securing the dunnage of the ship. Hence, a tilt too far and all the gold and barrels in the cabin fell to one side, and the entire ship crashed sideways into the sea.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck!" Balla wailed. "Not again!"

"Is this what happened to the first ship --?"

"Not now! Hold onto me, Kay-bar! I'm flying us out of here."

Kayla had no need to do so, for she was already the little spoon in the hammock, but she still yelped as they dropped from their spot and reached the now-sideways door. With surprising finesse, Balla drew out a key from her cleavage and opened the door to reveal not just the chaos of a capsized ship, but further developments that made Kayla quail with fear.

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And now, after much delays from my Coronavirus test and playing Dark Souls 3 with my brothers, I present to you, the Jolly Cooperation between myself and @IonMaidens. You will see the first interaction between our characters, Kayla the Dark Elf Wizard, and Naphinae the Elf Priestess, as well as the "rapid fire" dm prompts we gave each other. 

ME:
 

Waves lapped madly against the wood of the capsized Mead Boat as the tables flipped into the frothing mass of patrons swimming madly in the harbor.

"Oh no," Balla moaned as she held Kayla tight against herself. "Oh shit, oh fuck... not another capsize..."

"Captain!" Kayla held the demoness's red forearms for dear life. "Where's Abarra? Where's Culla?"

"Who the fuck cares? We just lost our Mead Boat!"

"But --"

"They can fly, dipshit! And stop kicking your feet so much!"

It was then that Culla's body bobbed to the surface in the midst of the soaked patrons in the harbor. "Balla!" she gurgled froth from her mouth as her bloated breasts buoyed her just above the surface of the waves. "Abarra! Help me! I'm sinking!"

"Fucking hell," Balla muttered. "Okay Kayla, I've got to drop you and give her a hand."

"What?" Kayla dug her fingers into Balla's forearms.

"Just do your floating spell, damnit! Look, I'll drop you off at this table -- looks floatable."

(Rolled Intelligence: 24, PASS)

In spite of the chaos around her, Kayla was able to stabilize herself against a table even as Jaybird the lightweight elf began swimming closer to grab one of the table's legs. The mental hurdles of the Sky Swing spell came readily to her mind, and as she focused against the din and panic of her surroundings, she felt the invisible coils of magica hoist themselves up between her legs and squeeze against her soft glutes. Slowly, she began to rise, and soon she was able to make sense of what was happening.

The Mead Boat had turned sideways, but judging from how Tringa the Giantess was merely waist-deep  while standing erect, it had reached the bottom and wouldn't sink anymore. Unfortunately, its mast was tangling with another ship at dock.

There was no doubt in Kayla's mind: there would be no outsmarting the town guard this time.

Then, as she was beginning to worry about just how big of a fine they might receive, Jaybird flipped off the floating table and began screaming.

"Help me!" she flapped her arms uselessly. "Help!"

"Kayla!" Abarra's voice called from above. Kayla squinted towards the sun and saw the outline of the barbarian demoness circling her like a vulture. "Help us carry people out. Put them on that ship over there -- the one our mast is tangled in. Can you do that?"

"Of course!" Kayla mustered her full confidence. "I'll help... okay, Jaybird. Jaybird! I see you! Don't worry, just grab my hand! As soon as I float close enough! I can almost reach you..."

Jaybird had managed to hold onto another floating piece of dunnage, and was squeezing it for dear life when Kayla finally managed to brush her shoulder with her outstretched hand. Beyond words, the light-skinned elf managed to twist herself around and get her legs over Kayla's hip so that they could finally begin their ascent from the water...

(Rolled Intelligence with disadvantage: 17, FAIL)

Only for Kayla to suddenly realize that the little elf wasn't quite as little as she thought, and in fact bore a twin set of thick, bronzed thighs big enough to be more than a handful for both Kayla's arms. Slowly, they began to sink.

"Unh... Jaybird!" Kayla grunted. "Don't tug my shirt! You're way heavier than I -- than this spell is meant for... no don't pinch! Don't!"

But as both elves panicked, the spell was broken, and they fell into the harbor with all the grace of two cannonballs. Soaked and harassed by Jaybird's flapping arms, Kayla was overcome with a sense of mortal peril for the first time since the Nymph Incident. All hope seemed lost, when suddenly a thick rope dropped over her head. She followed its line up towards the ship it had been cast from -- the ship currently entangled with the Mead Boat.

An elf from the ship was waving from the ship. "Grab it!" her scream was like a siren's song. "We'll bring you aboard! You'll be safe here!"

(IonMaiden, roll athletics check for Naphinae to see if she can pull Kayla and Jaybird aboard)

(yesss we're finally getting started!)

IONMAIDEN:
(Hope you don't mind but I had the vessel entangled in all this be another random ship, since I believe this is further into the river and Thessalia dropped the pair off at the docks at the mouth of the river, for continuity's sake.)

(Also, sorry for the short length, but didn't think there was more I could in here.)

As the two Temple officials slowly made their way down the riverside docks and taking in the sights, it became obvious rather quickly, at least to Borther Aedenor, that something was occurring up ahead. Naphinae's attention was still firmly fixed upon the...seventh? Perhaps eighth chocolate piece? For whatever reason she had lost count in her desperate search for re-experiencing that first wonderful sensation of taste. A small part of Naphinae was screaming at her to stop already, as she had indulged far more than was proper even if these were simply travel snacks...

"-Naphinae? My priestess?" Aedenor's voice cut through the mental fog, and Naphinae jumped slightly at the sudden derailing of her thoughts. Looking over towards her Guardian and once again thanking her veil for hiding her glowing face, Naphinae nodded to show she was paying attention. The armoured finger of her protector pointed forwards, towards the docks. A ship that had been precariously shifting about for quite some time seemed to have finally hit it's limit and was capsizing!

Even if there were naught but filthy Humans onboard, Naphinae could not forgive herself if she simply left them to drown. "Brother Aedenor, come!" She ordered firmly, setting aside her satchel and rushing as quickly as her robes would allow her, Aedenor following closely behind at an even tempo despite the plate he was wearing so gracefully.

Heading up the outstretched gangplank of a nearby vessel that now found itself entangled with the masts of the overturned cargo ship, the Elven priestess and her bodyguard had little issue finding some rope strewn on deck and throwing one end overboard towards the sinking ship. There were so many people in the water already...

"We'll bring you aboard! You'll be safe here!" She shouted, noting a pair of other Elves struggling in the quagmire below. Shifting slightly to haul the rope up again once the two had gripped onto their end tight, it became painfully obvious that Naphinae's petite body was not suited for such physical activities. "Brother Aedenor! Aid me!" She commanded, her Guardian silently stepping up behind her to grip onto the rope aswell, and with his impressive strength they together began to reel the rope back onboard. Intentional or not, he occasionally brushed his chest up against her back, and a ghost of a smile crept onto her lips.

[Rolling for ATHLETICS: 1d100=25. Failure! Brother Aedenor Bond +10. Success!]

Eventually, after what felt like an age, the two Elves were finally hauled up over the rim of the ship. As they all settled either up against the rim or upon the deck itself, it became rather obvious to Naphinae why her arms now felt as though they were on fire. Just her luck that she would unwittingly aid a pair of sinners. Their rotund stomachs, protruding chests and inflated thighs told her all she needed to know. These Elves had spent far too long in the Human lands, and would best be served a stay in a Camp or one of the Monasteries to work off their terrible flab.

As she settled onto the deck herself, completely exhausted, Brother Aedenor rushed past the sinners to crouch beside her, resting a warm hand upon her shoulder. "My priestess, are you alright?" His concern was touching, as always.

Naphinae simply nodded in reply. "I....I am well, Brother Guardian." She just needed....a few moments, to catch her breath...

(In return, I am a bit unsure on what to make you roll. Perhaps Intelligence to determine of Kayla can recognize her rescuer's Temple garments?)

(Also apologies for the wait. You sent yours right as I was gonna go to bed and I didn't have any energy left to reply at the time. :) )

ME:

(Rolled for Intelligence: 3, PASS)

Kayla squinted breathlessly at her rescuer, a priestess from her native land, The Dominion of the Beautiful. She smiled happily at Jaybird, who was coughing water over her pale torso.

"Jaybird!" Kayla gasped. "We're saved! By an elven priestess! Can you imagine our luck? It's as if the gods themselves sent an angel to help us! Jaybird? Are you okay? Why are you glaring at me?"

"Really?" Jaybird sniffed and wiped damp locks from her forehead. "You'd say we're lucky?"

"I mean, we're not drowning anymore."

"Dark elf..."

"Kayla."

"Kayla... I'm an exotic dancer. You're part of a crew of half-demons. What part of this situation is lucky?"

"The part where we're not drowning?"

"You see that strong dude next to her?" Jaybird nodded discreetly. "This aint no missionary work, sweetheart. If anything, it's an inquisition. They're looking for sinners -- elves grown too comfortable in the foreign cities."

Instinctively, Kayla glanced down at the rogue roll of fat sticking over Jaybird's midriff.

"Well," Kayla began to stand up. "It's good that I haven't been snacking so much. If they're an inquisition, that's not something I have to worry about."

"Fuck..." Jaybird scrambled to her feet while tucking the roll back into hiding. "They're coming this way. Suck in your gut and act natural."

(Rolled Intelligence: 53, FAIL)

Kayla merely shrugged. There wasn't a trace of fat on her middle -- not one spare ounce! Still, she adjusted the fit of her kilt and did her best to ignore the soaked lingerie wedged between her flawless glutes as the priestess approached with a smile.

"Thank you for rescuing us, sister," Kayla beamed happily. "My name is Kayla, and I'm a wiz--"

"Kay-bar!"

Balla perched herself on the side of the ship like a winged crab, fangs snarling as her red belly folded itself between widespread thighs and enormous breasts.

"The fuck are you doing you stupid boot?" the wrathful demoness flapped her wings as the priestess gasped in fright. "Look, I don't have time for this. There's still people in the water and the pier safety inspector's yelling for names. Get your ass to a rope and pull them out right now! I'm taking care of the inspector."

"Yes ma'am!" Kayla barely managed to say before the plump, wicked beast flew away. "Um... sister, what's your name?"

"I am Naphinae," the priestess bowed. "And this is Brother Aedenor, my... an associate."

"Can you help us rescue our customers? Our ship... well..."

"Customers?" Naphinae balked.

(IonMaiden, roll intelligence for Naphinae to connect the dots between Kayla's business, her demoness boss, and the dark elf's chubby rear peeking from the bottom of her kilt)

IONMAIDEN:
[Rolling for Intelligence. 1d100=23. Success!]

Naphinae's suspicions were sadly proven correct when the foul Devilborn landed upon the vessel, her sinfully plump and ripe visage almost too much for the priestess to gaze upon, even through the silken sheet of her veil. She could hear Brother Aedenor tense behind her, a quick glance confirming a hand now rested upon the pommel of his sword, ready to draw at a moment's notice. Thankfully it appeared the devil was more interested in helping the equally foul beings still struggling in the river, the weight of their sins just as heavy as any mundane chains.

Turning her attention back to the gathered Elves and their Devilborn compatriot, Naphinae could only let out a disappointed sigh, and press her hands together in prayer. "I came to your aid in the mistaken belief you were fellow Elves following the path of righteousness in this corrupted land. I have sadly been mistaken, it seems." Within her mind she recited a prayer to the Goddess, begging yet again for forgiveness. Her transgressions seemed only to mount the longer she remained in this cursed land...

The sinful Dark Elf in turn could only muster a falsely flabbergasted response that fell on deaf ears. "There are still people in the river! They could drown if you don't do anything!"

"Then let them." Naphinae coldly responded. "Let their spiritual chains drag them down to the bottom, if the Goddess is merciful. Their acts of debauchery and wanton gluttony are cursed spit upon her visage, and should be punished as such. Either by mortal or divine hands. It matters little." Pausing for a moment to lock her gaze upon the eyes of the befouled member of their race, Kayla was it..? Naphinae could only feel pity for her. "Weep not for them, for they do not deserve such. You should be more concerned with your own spiritual health. Consorting with the Devilborn alone could be considered a grave crime in the eyes of the Church, but that you would sully your blessed figure before a representative of the Temple is even worse."

The Dark Elf in turn simply looked surprised...? Did she truly think that feigning ignorance would aid her here? Despite a number of protests that Naphinae let go unheeded, the priestess advanced towards her fellow Elf and roughly grabbed a handful of soft flesh settling upon her behind. Naphinae was thankful for her gloves, lest she taint her hands by the mere contact.

"Does this look like the shape of a sinless Elf? You have indulged in Human filth and let it overcome you, tainting your body and declaring your crimes to all around you! Were we in the Dominion proper I would have strongly recommended a lifetime of contemplation within the monasteries, where your spiritual wounds might have been healed in time." Looking upon the other Elf still attempting to appear as small as possible both figuratively and literally. She visibly shrank beneath the wrathful gaze of the priestess.

"And do not think I have forgotten you! Such provocative apparel will only tempt others to defile you physically and morally, and it would be naught but your own fault. Were you not raised properly, or is this simply the result of being surrounded by corruption and degeneracy on a daily basis?!" The outburst was unintentional, but it seemed to have made the other Elf far too withdrawn to retort.

A gauntleted hand rested upon her shoulder, bringing her out of her tirade and thankfully making her finally release her iron grip of the blubbery half-spheres of the Dark Elf's hindquarters. "My priestess, we best move on, before we cause a scene. While their physical and moral health is appalling and disgusting, this is not the Dominion." The words were wise, but painful.

Looking back towards the two disheveled Elves, Naphinae tightly pressed her hands together to rest at her chest, uttering another prayer below her breath. "I can only hope that these revelations will set you both upon the blessed path once again. You must disregard such vices and sins, lest they forever-more dominate you in this life and the next. Goddess watch over you." With that, she spun on her heel and began the walk towards the gangplank. The two still needed to find a proper guide...

(Kayla can either roll Charisma to try to convince Naphinae to assist despite her severe dislike of the situation, or roll Athletics to resume her work alone and allow the priestess to retreat into the city again to be encountered later perhaps.)

(Was a bit unsure about/uncomfortable with writing your characters for you, so I tried to keep things to Naphinae's perspective mostly, which most times is pretty biased after all, so she sees what she wants to see mostly. :P )

(If you have any suggestions for future bits though don't hesitate to tell me about them. I'm sure I could work them into something.)

ME:

 

Speechless, Kayla watched the priestess and her bodyguard turn their backs to her and abandon her. Her face grew hot as fire, a frothing mix of undignified rage and embarrassment twisting her mouth into a tangled snarl. How dare she! To think that a stranger would pull her out of the water and compare Kayla — a wizard prodigy — to a softened dancer like Jaybird? Why, it was an outrage! Unforgivable! Unforgettable! So hot was her fury, she could still feel the outline of where the arrogant little priestess had grabbed the —

(Rolled intelligence: 21, PASS)

— soft, bulging flesh of her right ass cheek? The dark elf started. Boiling heat gave way to a spine-chilling shudder.

”What?” She pressed her hand against the protrusion. “What is...?”

What should have been firm muscle coiled tightly against her pelvis had grown into a rounded ball of fatty, pillow-like flab that molded itself against her shaking fingers.

”You just noticed that?” Jaybird asked quizzically.

”H-how? When did... it’s so...”

Nearly a full inch of fat had snuck its way into her sponge-like cheeks. Goosebumps rippled from her forearms down to her exposed thighs as her heart raced and her mind wailed silently with mounting panic the same question over and over: how had she not noticed?

The answer came in frightful epiphanies scattered between rasping breaths. She’d fallen into complacency. Isolated from the svelte, diet culture of the Elven Dominion, surrounded by a decadent gang of half-demons and gluttonous patrons, she was in a place where no one would warn her of the slow, creeping growth sneaking behind her wary gaze. Even her clothes had betrayed her! The loose, free flowing garb of the kilt and t-shirt gave her no hints — not one snug fit, popped-button, or ripped seam! Not one! And so her butt had grown human-like — horse-like, even. Oh, she could barely stand!

”Kayla,” Jaybird sighed. “It’s alright.”

”It’s only been two weeks!” the dark elf panted. “Only two weeks! The nymphs —“

”Stop it!” Jaybird clasped her little hands over Kayla’s mouth. “Shush! Stop squirming... look, who cares what a virgin priestess says? Only a prude bitch like her could notice anything. Hey...” the dancer edged closer, breath blowing past Kayla’s hair. “You’re thin, okay? Maybe you wanna diet, maybe not, but you look good. Right? Nod your head.”

Kayla nodded.

”Now I’m gonna let go of your mouth and we’re gonna help pull actual fatties out of the water, okay?”

Kayla nodded, and felt the hands peel away from her mouth. She was calmer now, but was still instinctually pulling the back of her kilt down to hide her newfound shame.

”Okay...” Kayla sniffed. “Thanks... I feel better.”

”Help me pull this rope,” Jaybird grunted, yanking hard with her half-bars leg braced against the wooden railing. “Hurry! This orc girl is big...”

(Rolled Athletics: 31, FAIL 😫)

Try as she might, Kayla could not find a proper grip to aid her elven friend. The coiled twine of the rope was firmly snug against the wooden railing, and wouldn’t budge.

(Rolled Intelligence: 58, PASS)

” I have an idea!” Kayla gasped.

”Hey!” Jaybird glared back at her. “Why did you let go?”

With the full force of her mental might, Kayla peered down at the chubby orc thrashing below her and cast Sky Swing.

”Wait...” Jaybird laughed with delight as the rope grew slack. “You’re a wizard? Kayla you’re a genius! Keep casting that spell! I’ll pull her in!”

Soon, the levitated orc was snarling her way over the railing and onto the boat. She glanced down at the green orbs of flesh that were her breasts and sneered when she rested her clawed hand over the belly resting over her belt, but sighed and stride off.

”Again!” Jaybird had cast the rope back overboard. “Cast it again magic-girl!”

(Rolled Intelligence: 5, PASS)

With mounting confidence, Kayla eyed the thrashing patron grasping for the rope and cast Sky Swing beneath her. As the patron rose weightlessly toward them, sundress dripping with river water, she couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of calm returning to her.

She was Kayla the Wizard. She’d never been physical in her life, but what could brawn do that brains could do better? She would double her studies, master the magical arts of cosmetics, and cure the Sea Devils of their weight gain — including herself. No spell, hex, or even curse would be left unread, no alchemical mix untried, no enchanted item undiscovered, until she was thin again — no! She would be the ultimate embodiment of beauty! At last her plain looks would reflect the keen intellect within, and all the world would know that Kayla the —

“Again, again!” Jaybird prompted.

”Oh! Sorry, got lost in thought...”

(this was fun! I reckon Kayla and Naphinae can meet again inside the casino. Maybe the priestess is tracking down the source of the illegal chocolate trade? I’m gonna post this and write an intermission before Kayla gets there)

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(Alright! So I've been distracted by playing Dark Souls 3 with my brothers, but I finally got this filler chapter done! This one has PLOT in it owo)

The chaos of the capsized Mead Boat was over, and in its place was a very welcome yet awkward silence that stretched across the small, one-bed hotel room that the Sea Devils had booked for the night. Culla lay in the center of the bed, the bottom-heavy bulk of her body propping a round belly between two massive thighs. Her fingers fondled the deep hole around her navel, tracing a soft orbit as she bit her lip anxiously. Staring at her were Abarra and Kayla, who leaned against the wall next to a window overlooking a broad cityscape from several stories high. Meanwhile, Balla dominated the foot of the bed, leaning over unfurled notes, crude maps, and a meager pile of coin.

"I think you got fatter," Abarra smirked at the cross-legged chubbette with folded arms.

"No," Culla hugged her belly defensively. "That's impossible! I haven't eaten in four days!"

"When we started serving mead," Abarra cocked her head thoughtfully. "Your belly was bulging just enough to touch your thighs when you were naked. Now... it touches them even though you're wearing the skirt. Although... to be fair, your thighs look bigger too, so perhaps that explains it."

"No..." Culla moaned at the ceiling, reminiscent of a fertile cow. "I'm not even eating! All I've been drinking is mead!"

"Gallons of it, methinks," Abarra quipped.

Kayla watched the two demonesses banter with stunned silence, for she could see what neither of them could not: not only was Culla indeed bigger, but she'd fattened considerably since sunrise. And how could the dark elf not notice when she slept with the priestess every night? She could feel her growing night by night, her belly rounding-out into a soft pillow of red flesh as her tits swelled around the elf wizard's ears. She had no doubt that Culla was telling the truth and was only drinking enchanted mead, but that only heightened her sense of looming dread: the mead was, indeed, quite fattening. In fact, she couldn't help but steal glances under Abarra's globular breasts and notice that the barbarian demoness's abs had softened beneath a sheen of fat once again.

"What is it, dark elf?" Abarra asked calmly. "Is there something on me?"

"It's nothing," Kayla shrank back, her face reddening. She could not bring herself to point out the curse of the mead-horn anymore, for she feared that if she got Abarra to realize that her stomach was on the cusp of rising like a baked muffin, the imposing, gauntlet-wielding woman might believe her -- and if she believed in the mead-curse, she would cast her judgmental eyes upon Kayla to look for signs of growth, and would quickly notice that the dark elf's ass had grown so big that it flashed passers-by with the slightest flick of her kilt!

No, Kayla thought as she edged closer to the wall as a warm draft blew through the window. It was better that they not know. Besides, the Horn of Infinite Mead was safe within a half-submerged wreck. She could lose the weight by the time they retrieved it, and then --

"So," Balla straightened from her position, resting a hand against her lovehandle. "We're here. We got a room booked at the casino."

"Kill," Abarra smiled.

"But the thing is we lost a shit-ton of our money in that ship. Now, I'm not saying we can't get it back, but first we have to pay the fine for endangering the pier, the cost of raising the ship and pumping the water out..."

"We're going to need a level three sorceress or wizard for that," Culla leaned back against the bed. "At least."

"Tracking," Balla pointed at her with a clawed finger. "But those are future problems. What I'm concerned about is the problem we have right now: getting the money to pay for that shit. I'll get straight to the point: the money we were gonna use in this casino heist is currently in the harbor, and the only cash we got are the tips we stuffed between our tits, so that's why I took out a pay-day loan."

(Rolled Intelligence: 45, PASS)

Kayla gasped. "You didn't! What interest rate does it have?"

"Just twenty percent," Balla shrugged. "Per week."

"Oh, gods and goddesses no," Kayla moaned.

"Hey, it's not like I enjoy owing someone, but in order for this to work, we need liquidity..."

"That's not the context that word is used in --"

"Shut up and let me give my order!" Balla's weightless breasts shook violently as she yelled. "The fuck? Listen to the whole plan first. Standby to copy, or some shit..."

They gathered closer to Balla's notes and maps, peering past her cleavage to trace the moves of her fingers as she spoke.

"Okay, so from the top: the mission is to seize a wagon's load of money from the Kings Palace Casino by sunset tomorrow. Tracking?"

"Tracking," Culla nodded, resting on her belly and propping her face between her hands.

"A wagon's load," Abarra grinned. "That's oddly specific."

"Now, don't go stealing my thunder, girl! Kay-bar hasn't heard anything about this yet, so hold all questions to the end! Anyway, here's a map I drew of the casino a while back -- what do you see, Kayla?"

"Me? It looks pretty open... this is the first floor, right? I remember that the casino is shaped like a layered pyramid -- like those jungle temples."

"Just so -- complete with gardens on every floor, outdoor tables, and cascading waterfalls -- but what you might also notice is how a big piece of the floorplan is devoted to machinery to get that water to the very top floor so it can pour down the sides. You might wonder why bother if they could just enchant the water instead? But that's the thing: they use bulky, monstrous machinery because they've got a magic barrier around the whole place -- and that's not all! Even though there's outdoor tables, each entrance is guarded by a full fireteam of elite goblin halberdiers and one crossbowman. In other words, we can't fly in and we can't use magic to do our plan. Instead, we're going in with our wits.

"So take a look at this room here," Balla shuffled another map onto the top and pointed at its middle. "Second floor, across from the baccarat tables. These are the chip exchange booths. It's where you cash out and cash in, which means this right behind it is where the vault is. Now, we have no hope of breaking into that room, so what we have to do is strike at the only time when a large amount of money isn't in there. Look just behind the vault. See this drawbridge that drives into this gap just behind the vault room? Guess what that is?"

Abarra clapped her fist with her hand. "The armoured wagon chute."

"Fuck yes. It's where the money gets shipped in and out. Here's the thing: these armoured wagons are heavily guarded and heavily, um... armoured... Kay-bar? The hell are you doing, boot? You need to pee?"

"Oh, sorry!" Kayla yelped. "I tend to squirm when I get excited..."

"Really?" Balla twitched her mouth with bemusement. "I'm about to make you squirm even more, because I'm about to tell y'all how we're gonna get one of those wagons," she picked-up a note from the bed and held it aloft. "This is a little doom letter I wrote-up on the fly just now. It's a threat to the casino boss that we're gonna kidnap her and burn her house and kick her dog... whatever. Culla, you're gonna deliver this letter to one of the guards outside. Once he has it, get away before too many questions are asked. That's phase one. Phase two is simple: Abarra and I will wait for one of the armoured wagons to reach a bend in the road right between the city walls and a large warehouse. It is here -- where there's the least number of witnesses -- that we come out of a corner and stop the wagon. See, we'll be wearing town guard uniforms and inform the drivers that the casino boss has been kidnapped and her house has been burned and whatever. Next, we ask them to get out of the wagon and start looking under it to look for hexes and shit. Then we'll start a fire with this pile of botched rough drafts I got here --" Balla patted the remaining stack of notes. "And bam! We tell them the wagon's hexed! They all run away, we get in the wagon, and just drive away!"

Balla rubbed her hands excitedly as she eyed Kayla. "No squirming? Not exciting enough for you?"

"I'm somewhat overwhelmed," Kayla said truthfully.

"So what questions you got?"

(Rolled Intelligence: 70, PASS)

"You mentioned town guard uniforms. Where are you gonna get those?"

(Rolled Charisma: 13, PASS)

Balla folded her fingers thoughtfully. "So, dark elf, do you think we three are the only Sea Devils?"

"I never thought about it... I just thought it was what we called ourselves."

"We're a gang, Kay-bar! There's probably at least a thousand of us in this city alone. Anyway, we have a network stretching all over the city, and they're gonna give us a hand."

(Rolled Intelligence: 42, PASS)

"But why haven't I seen any of them before?"

(Rolled Charisma: 13, PASS)

"Because you're a lance corporal, Kayla. What did you expect? Top Secret clearance with SCI?"

"What's SCI?"

"See? Boot-ass lance don't know. Any other questions?"

"Well, you mentioned what you, Culla, and Abarra are going to do, but what about me?"

"Oh, that's simple. Since we can't use magic in this mission, you're gonna go into the casino and cause a distraction."

(Rolled Intelligence: 95, FAIL)

"Sounds good...? But how?"

"I dunno, Kay-bar, what's your favorite gambling game?"

"Blackjack? I like it because it uses math."

"Then play blackjack. I don't care how you cause a scene, but hopefully you make some money doing it, cause it'd be a shame to have you just buy in and lose my payday loan money. Any other questions? Culla? Abarra?"

"We've heard this plan before," Abarra shrugged. "So no."

"Alright, so I have a question: who wants to go on a beer run?"

"Ooh!" Culla sprung from her spot on the bed. "Me!"

"Good to go, just get down to the lobby and tell them we need room service," Balla rubbed the small mound of her belly. "I think we've got an excuse to celebrate."

"I'll be right back!" Culla jumped off the bed with a thump and crawled through the open window. "See you soon!"

"Wait," Abarra held her hand up. "Don't you think you should --?"

But it was too late. Culla had spread her wings and flown outside to fly down to the lobby rather than walk the stairs. With all the grace of a panicked chicken, Culla began flapping madly, desperately trying not to fall so quickly as she suddenly realized that she had indeed grown heavier. A faint wailing reached their ears as she half-glided, half-fell down onto the dirt road below.

"Shit," Balla leaned out for a closer look. "She forgot to take the room key with her."

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4 hours ago, Batman76 said:

Oh yeah, I"m looking forwards to this...and hoping they get the horn back soon. I want them all grounded one by one...

 

Loved Culla realizing she's getting big through Abarra teasing her, without Abarra realizing she's lost her abs

Never! Kayla will never get fat! 🤨 She'll be back to normal size in no time!

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  • 1 month later...

Hooves clacked and merchants bantered as the acrid smell of chimney smoke curled lazily through the wooden canyons of the bustling inner city. Kayla shuddered against the brisk chill that stings hardest just before dawn, craning her neck at the wide, looming bulk that cast a shadow across half the city: the casino known as the King’s Palace. Light danced from behind half a dozen waterfalls cascading over its front, revealing sights of wealth being won, lost, and won again in an endless cycle as scantily-clad maidens strut between tables with alcoholic treats. Almost unseen were the goblin guards huddled in corners, hunching against halberd staves as they stared outside. It was impossible, Kayla thought, that they could see her standing in the midst of such a crowded street, and yet she could not shake the feeling that they were looking straight at her. More impossible still was the notion that they might be staring at her ass —

Something smacked her left cheek and she sprang with a startled yip.

”You ready for this, elf bitch?” Balla slapped her again, this time on the shoulder. Kayla could tell that she was excited, rather than angry — and perhaps a little enticed.

”I’m ready,” Kayla swallowed, trying not to think of her throbbing ass.

”Those leathers look pretty good on you,” Balla’s clawed, red hand squeezed her shoulder as she leered past her neck. “They’re my old pair, so don’t tear them, got it?

They had opted to change out of their kilts in case anyone recognized them from the Mead Boat. Kayla hadn’t even bothered trying to squeeze her engorged cheeks into her white pants. No, her unexpected, temporary weight gain must remain a closely-guarded secret. Instead, she was wearing the leather pants of her commanding officer. Dark and rough to the touch, they had one advantage: they were laced together across the breadth of her thighs, which meant their fit could be adjusted to hold the extra inch or two of girth the mead had added to her legs and hips.

”Thanks,” Kayla replied. “It’s an honor to wear them.”

”No fucking shit,” Balla squeezed her. “Abarra and I have to wear these town guard sets.”

”So uncomfortable,” Abarra rubbed her breastplate, where her melon-sized breasts had been squeezed into a space not big enough for lemons. “We best not run, or I’ll burst free.”

”You and me both, girl,” Balla tugged uselessly at her leg straps. “Whoever owned this did not believe in leg day.”

Kayla stole a glance at her commanders thigh, and noted how flesh was swelling around each strap of her shin guards. It was tempting to retort that the prior owner didn’t believe in day-drinking.

”You got the letter, Culla?” Abarra asked.

”Here,” Culla held the rolled parchment aloft with slightly plump red fingers.

”This is it, girls,” Balla clapped her hands. “Huddle-up. Get close! This is step two of the monster-master-plan. This is where shit’s about to get real. We got a pay-day loan, a sunken ship, and a million problems, but now it all comes together! We get rich tonight. So get out there and let’s make this bread.”

”Kill!” Abarra chuckled.

”Rah?” Culla chimed in quietly.

”Let’s fucking do it,” Balla slapped their backs. “Deliver that letter, Culla. Kayla, get in there. You got this.”

And Kayla set out, trying to soothe her pounding heart and not think of how exposed the shape of her ass felt.

”And Kayla?”

Kayla turned around to see Balla standing alone in the crowd, head shrouded beneath the shade of an iron bassinet, the flowing braids of her hair hidden by a layer of chainmail. All that betrayed her true identity was the faint gleam of red on her face and the yellowish glow of her eyes.

”Yes captain?”

The half-demon’s eyes traced the outline of Kayla’s hips as her tongue rolled thoughtfully over the tips of her little fangs.

”Don’t get too hurt, cause once we finish here? That ass is mine.”

Balla took two steps back and vanished behind a passing cart. Kayla was alone, but her skin bristled, as if she could feel the eyes of every soul on the unsightly new pounds on her slender, elven frame. She couldn’t help but lay a hand on her hip, wishing it would shrink back to its perfect state of firmness.

It didn’t help that as she entered the casino, her butt bumped and shattered a vace of wine.

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I have a present for everyone 🙃 you see, Batman76 and I have found a way to match wits: he will roll skill checks for each of the Sea Devils to see who successfully did their part of the big casino heist plan. He wrote a little bit for Culla for us. I'll write the rest later:

BATMAN76:

Culla sashayed through the casino, feeling eyes on her from everywhere.

The cleric was used to both, for the Goddess of Love had gifted her with a courtesan's face, a dancer's legs and the bosom and breasts of a Count's mistress, making her a standout beauty long even before counting her red skin, wings and horns. And although she wasn't a slut like her sister Balla, Culla knew how to strut her stuff. She was certain she could get every eye in the room on her with out this skin tight gown of black spider silk that showed off her legs from ankle to the start of her hip and had diamond pattern up the front to show off plenty of red cleavage and firm waist.

But what made it unusual to the cleric turned pirate turned thief was well...how much devilborn she was lugging around.

Culla was the oldest of the sisters and remembered well their mother, a Priestess of the Devil Goddess of Battle. A beautiful and powerfully built warrior when Culla was a young child, but who had grown increasingly soft as each diabolic daughter turned her from a steely fighter back into the spoiled nobles daughter who'd run away for adventure and had to come waddling back once she was too fat to get into her barbed scale mail. Culla had sworn she'd never let that happen to her, only to find her waistline thickening when she turned twenty six. Attempts to lose it had failed and turned into a successful attempt to ignore the accumulating pudge, which had kept up until she'd had to jump from their hotel room the other day. As Culla had gotten lazier and more needy of the Horn of Plenty's infinite booze, she'd essentially stopped flying...and found out she barely could anymore.

Beat as her wings may, Culla wasn't able to generate any upwards lift with them, at best able to sort of glide in a controlled fall. A very thorough self examination had followed, concluding the once narrow waisted woman had drank herself borderline obese. Her tits were like melons and her hips big as a cart horse's, separated by a beer keg belly big enough to start splitting in two. The cleric had cellulite on her thighs and a cankle where her calves and ankles had been, testament to going totally soft.

"Just until we've got the cash, then I'll cut back," the portly devilborn promised, focused on finding a guard on a second level balcony and sucking her stomach in as far as she could.

Selecting one goblin on the second landing overlooking the casino floor, Culla went up the stairs, thighs chaffing and hoping the small greenskin liked his girls red and plump...

Luck roll: 74/50. Fail, Goblin doesn't have a fat fetish.

To her chagrin, the guard only gave the big bellied devil born a glance. She was dismissed as both threat and attraction...which lit a fire of pique in Culla's soul. She was only a little bit obese, this was all just inbetween job chub that would soon burn off and if she didn't, well that was just because she was a real woman! She'd show this greenskin dork what he was missing out on!

"A Cul La Mo, Lo Rai!" the cleric whispered, putting a spell onto the goblin to make it appreciate some real women.

Goblin willpower roll: 92/40

The goblin's glowing yellow eyes shot back to the hyper curvaceous, ultra soft devil born sashaying towards him. His eyes bulged as she took in a deep breath, top clasp of her black dress drawing taught, and his green member went rock hard as she exhaled and let her pampered gut stretch the whiskering fabric of her dress half way to breaking. Culla smiled, seeing the dazed look in the goblin's eye and bent over, slightly annoyed at how inflexible she'd gotten.

"Here sweet heart, I've got a present for you to bring to your boss," Culla smiled, plump hand rummaging around in her deep valley of cleavage and pulling out the rolled, sealed threatening letter, "bring it to him quick and I'll make it worth your while..."

Smiling as the horny goblin ran towards the security station, Culla knew she had to book it. She ran towards the nearby window and cast a small windspell to shatter the glass outwards. The dangerous shards blasted out before she neared but in her mind's eye, Culla was still 130lbs with 36inch hips, not the 200lb chunker with a 50 inch caboose. Fabric tore and the dress popped off of her, leading to a 90% naked devilborn jiggling into the air.

"Shit, no, I loved that dress!" Culla squeaked, losing the flight spell she had prepared.

Willpower roll: 90/75, fail.

The ground, angry that she'd defied its pull her whole life, pulled down on her and Culla started falling towards the street...

Athletics roll: 74/30, fail.

Culla had been a graceful flyer, speed and breasts both buoyed by the powerful flight muscles under her chest. But weeks spent doing nothing but serving out and drinking mead had seen those muscles atrophy even as her bulk rapidly increase. Her pathetic wing flaps slowed her fall but the priestess was too heavy set and unaerodynamic to even control it, she plummeted, screaming....

Luck: 44/50, critical success

To bounce off a decorate awning on the casino, soar over the street and plop butt first through the canvas roof of a barge into a thick, soft, semi liquid pool.

"What, thank the Goddess, I"m...is this butter?" Culla sputtered, involuntarily swallowing, realizing she had landed in a chilled barge going from the riverside dairy farms towards a creamery.

She struggled towards a small latter on the side of the vat, getting a hand on it and trying to pull herself up. Unfortunately, the hard muscles that had been built in a boot camp of the Republic of Venike's Marine corps had all been replaced by fat. Between her bulk, her weakness and the sucking depths of the butter tub, Culla wasn't getting out of this on her own.

"I suppose there's worse places to land...," she sighed, spooning a tiny fingerful of salty butter into her mouth.

Just a small taste...

Willpower: 95/75, fail.

After all, she'd stuck to her diet so well this morning, a few handfuls more wouldn't hurt...

Culla gains 7 more pounds...

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Just beyond the looming shadow of the King’s Palace stood two town guards under the awning of a local brothel. It being morning, the harlots within were busier scrubbing their dwelling clean than serving thirsty patrons, but that didn’t stop both guards stealing glances at their hips as they bent down to wash tables. The wenches paid them no mind, being used to lustful eyes, although they did wonder about the deep tan of the guards’ slender chins — their skin almost seemed red.

”Tight shorts,” the shorter of the two guards muttered under her breath. “Why didn’t I think of that? They’re way sexier than kilts.”

”Curse this armor,” the taller one fidgeted uncomfortably. “My wings are getting cramped under the cuirass.”

”But the shorts, Abarra! Look at them! They hug everything! And that one right there’s got an ass hanging out from the bottom, by the gods...”

”I can barely breathe in this thing...”

”Look, dammit!”

”... yes, Balla, I see her fat ass. She’s your type.”

”Oh really? And just what is my type?”

”Besides a strong half-demon like me? You definitely have a soft spot for shorties.”

”Shorties? Hmm...”

”... with chubby hips and thighs.”

”Oh that! Yeah, you got me there. How’d you know?”

”It was easy enough. Near half the time I saw you on our boat, you were staring at the dark elf’s butt so hard it was like you were trying to see through the kilt.”

”I was! It’s not hard either, cause her ass has been getting bigger.”

”My, but you’ve noticed it too?”

”I have an eye for it; what can I say? I think she’s going through elf-puberty; she’s putting on her woman-weight.”

”How do you know for sure? Is that how elves mature? Have you asked her?”

”Of course not! Okay Abarra, listen to me... come closer... we gotta keep this to ourselves.”

”You mean we shouldn’t talk to Kayla about it?”

“Exactly. Don’t even mention her weight! This is an elf we’re talking about here. They don’t believe in curves. Any of them so much as pinches some softness and they starve themselves for days. I heard back in the Dominion, their clergy even runs inquisitions to enforce their diet culture.”

”Perhaps that is what you and Culla need.”

”Abarra... don’t me started... I’m dieting even now. I’ll be back to my normal self in a month.”

”I do hope your tits don’t shrink.”

”Right? That weightless spell is a gift from the gods! They’d look amazing if we weren’t stuffed in these uniforms...”

”You and me, both.”

”Abarra... say we make out for a bit. Just a little? We haven’t foreplayed in six hours. I’m aching so bad...”

”Hold on, Balla. I see our target: there, turning the corner. Two casino guards.”

”Yeah, I see the fuckers. We’ll continue this conversation later. Go ahead and get ready; I’m gonna prime the kindling.”

”You got it, sister.”

With a final fidgeting of her painfully-tight breastplate, Abarra positioned herself before the oncoming cash-cart and held her hand up.

”Halt!”

The driver and her partner reined in the horses and frowned at her. They were just as well armored as the town guard, Abarra noted, and wielded blades and crossbows as well, but they were small, brittle things, more suited for standing post than marching on campaign. This should be easy.

”Out of the way, woman!” The driver said with a nasal tone. “We’re on the clock!”

”A dangerous threat has come to our attention,” Abarra’s voice was calm and steady, like a mighty river. “A criminal has schemed to hex the wagons of the King’s Palace to explode and burn.”

(Rolled ATHLETICS: 78/80, a close PASS)

”O-oh wait a minute,” the A-driver shivered. “A hex? Boss, it’s that thing they told us about! We have —“

”Quiet, let me think!” The driver was no less spooked.

”There is no time,” Abarra spoke firmly. “Let us check under your wagon for hex hieroglyphs.”

Balla came to Abarra’s side and together they approached the wagon’s undercarriage. The drivers said nothing, but watched intently as Balla bent over and crawled underneath.

(Rolled ATHLETICS and CHARISMA: 28/60 and 43/70, double PASS)

Balla grunted as she wriggled herself further in, muttering curses as her chainmail pinched the sides of her muffintop. An ominous creaking sounded from the half-demon’s armor straps.

”Hang on,” the driver stared at Abarra. “Your skin...”

”What’s wrong with it?” Abarra suppressed a shiver of fear.

”It’s hue... lemme get a better look... it’s red! How is that possible? And your fingers... are those claws? Wait, I get it now! You’re a demon!”

”Half-demon,” Abarra replied flatly. “My mother was a human.”

”How did you become a guard, then? All of the others are human.”

”Boss, don’t say that!” The A-driver leaned in awkwardly. “It sounds racist.”

”It’s not racist, it’s true— wait, what’s that smell?”

It was then that Balla shimmied back out from under the cart, smoke billowing from beneath.

”Everyone get away!” she cried. “Scram! This cart’s about to blow! Get away! Move!”

As Abarra added her cries to Balla’s the entire street erupted in a mad stampede for cover. The drivers tripped and fumbled their way off the wagon, joining the fray of bystanders and leading the charge straight through the brothel’s window, hiding behind tables with the wenches.

”Quick! Defuse it!” Abarra yelled for her captive audience’s benefit.

”I’m trying!” Balla swung into the driver’s seat. “It’s heating up down here! I can’t see!”

”Oh no!” Abarra stifled a snicker as she jumped by her side. “Fire!”

”Get out while you still can!”

”I can’t lose you! Grab my hand — ooh!”

Abarra’s breastplate had finally snapped from the pressure within, it’s straps torn asunder as the plate itself flew ahead and struck the horse with a dull clang. The frightened beast reared with a mighty neighing before galloping down the now-clear street.

”Noooo!” Balla crowd with a grin. “She’s gone!”

They careened down the winding street, turning out of sight from the cowering mob and burst into laughter. Abarra relished the sensation of taking full breaths. Free at last, her mighty breasts wobbled beneath the weight of her chainmail, throbbing with blood.

”That was fucking brilliant, Abarra!”

”Outstanding! Kill bodies!”

”The way you were screaming with me...”

”Those dumb drivers...”

”And your armor bursting off! Girl, that almost sounded like a real explosion!”

”Felt like one too.”

”Come on. Let’s get this thing outside the city walls before the guard catches on.”

”Do you think Kayla will be alright in the casino?”

”She can handle herself. Don’t worry, we haven’t seen the last of her.”

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On 6/7/2021 at 9:41 AM, K-day said:

I hope we will see more of this, it's great 

I fully intend to get back to this eventually. Writing The Thin College and commission projects keeps delaying the triumphant return of Kayla for the next round of resisting @Batman76’s temptations. Once I finish this new short story, I’m making another poll for what new story/comic to do next.

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