flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Share Posted October 9, 2020 A busty blonde diplomat with a sweet tooth adventures in the 101 Kingdoms of Northern Grossia, seeking influence, wealth, thrills... and delicious food to satiate her large appetite. Can her famously fast metabolism save Connie from a humiliating FAT AUDIT? An RPG story with @Batman76 rules. Countess Contoura “Connie” Decolletage, Class and race: Knight, Human (+10 Cha, +10 Con, -10 Int, -10 Ath) Age: 27 Height: 5’10’’ Starting Weight: 139 lbs Hit Points: 35 ATHLETICS: 40 +20 -10 = 50 CONSTITUTION: 50 + 10 + 10 = 70 INTELLIGENCE: 30 – 10 = 20 WILLPOWER: 20 = 20 CHARISMA: 60 +10 +10 = 80 FAT-FETISH 72 /. NORMIE: 80 FAT POINTS: 20, Normal. 7 lbs per Fat Point FAT FEATS: Crumbs in bed; Fast Metabolism Description: The tutors employed by the aristocratic Decolletage family did not expect the family’s youngest and most academically lacklustre daughter to win a coveted position as the royal envoy of their principality. But, then again, Countess Contoura’s tutors reckoned without her ability to exploit her considerable beauty and statuesque physique to the maximum. Furthermore, they’d reckoned without their new prince’s feeding fetish… After a fortnight of banqueting, at which the charms and diplomatic skills of a dozen prospective new envoys were assessed, most of Contoura’s rivals had gorged themselves too sick to attend the final day of selection at the prince’s court. And all her remaining rivals had put on so much weight that they were ruled out of the competition – for the Principality’s laws specified that only noble ladies who maintained a rigorously trim figure, and could squeeze themselves into a dress with a regulation 26’’ waistline, were allowed to serve the court in an official diplomatic capacity! It was only much later that Contoura learned of how the prince had laced the drinks at the assessment banquets with weight-gain potions, in search of a young woman who could gorge herself gluttonously and yet still just barely squeeze herself into the ultra-tight corsets and dresses that tradition mandated be worn in the prince’s court. Contoura was that woman, and – armed with the confidence of her fast metabolism – she embarked on a successful diplomatic career. It was, of course, a complete coincidence that she was sent to tour exclusively the courts and cities where fat was fashionable, and enormous meals de rigeur! For Contoura, always a big eater, these diplomatic missions were a delight, and the way her ample charms made seducing foreign knights at fat-friendly courts easier, after a month or two of filling herself up on the lavish local hospitality, was a bonus! Although, after a few years, she did start to need a week or two of crash dieting and exercise before she could cram herself back into the tight dresses required when she returned to her home court! Contoura’s most recent mission – a success, of course – has had quite the effect on her. She was dispatched to seduce the frost giant son of a tribe with which trade relations had become delicate. Bedding a frost giant was, without doubt, the sexual conquest of Connie’s entire career so far! But, oh, the feeding marathons involved in the seduction! And the practice sessions beforehand! It all added up to a lot of extra weight, and, even with Contoura’s notoriously fast metabolism, it had taken months to get her waistline back to normal… And, on top of that, her stomach seems to have grown permanently stretched, so that she just can’t get full from eating normal portions any more… Well, luckily, Connie has no doubt that her fabulous and universally-admired physique will be able to handle the consequences of a few extra pre-bedtime meals. --- Version 3 of the Prince's map of Grossia: kirsch, ulvrik and maxis192 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 Oh, yes, Bonds for Connie: Frequent Feaster. As a diplomat, Countess Contoura Decollage has had ample practice at packing away hearty banquets, sometimes even when she has just arrived hot-foot from a double-booked dinner, and other times involving some rather gross "local delicacies" that a less accomplished diplomat might balk at swallowing. She can invoke a +10 bonus to avoid getting sick from overconsumption or from food of questionable wholesomeness. Using this bond successfully will, generally, mean that she OVEREATS. Fad Dieter. After her extensive travels at fat-friendly courts, Contoura has occasionally found that the unforgiving dresses and corsets of her home city are impossibly tight, and has had to drop a few inches to prevent her catty rivals subjecting her to a humiliating weight-audit - an embarrassing ordeal in which the allegedly overweight noblewoman is forced to sit on a massive set of weighing scales in the throne room, where her bulk is compared with various women with acceptable figures... While overweight, Contoura can invoke this bond to gain a +10 bonus on dieting checks (WILL and ATH - I'd rule). However, the faddish all-fruit diets and their ilk, that she learned in foreign courts, are hard to maintain, and for a fortnight after concluding such a diet (which can be more than 2 weeks long, if necessary) she is at DISADVANTAGE to avoid OVEREATING. Prince's Favourite. The prince of her home city is a feeder who enjoys watching Contoura gorge herself at banquets... By agreeing to join him for an extra meal in private, at which Contoura will most assuredly OVEREAT, Contoura gains +10 on an action with which the prince could assist. ulvrik and kirsch 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 On 9/22/2020 at 4:24 PM, Batman76 said: The tinny rattle of a gnomish alarm clock awoke Countess Connie from a wonderful dream! The statuesque diplomat had been in her naughtiest negligee and laid up in an immense feather bed. A most handsome, muscular and well hung noble man had been hand feeding her the yummiest black currant pastries, just like the big box she'd bought yesterday and would have to make last all week! But in the dream, Connie hadn't had to treat them as get daily reward for otherwise sticking to her diet, she'd been fed tart after tart, edging closer to orgasm to the point she'd woken up with her hands down the front of her lingerie. So vivid was the dream, Connie swore she could taste the pastry still! *Connie has OVEREATEN in her sleep. She must roll CONSTITUTION to avoid gaining weight* "What a delightful dream! Perhaps on the next mission," Connie mused to herself, "for now I need to get ready..." Ringing a bell to summon the servants her excellent salary as the principalities diplomat provided, the countess began her day. As she was bathed, massaged, brushed, perfumed and dressed, Connie couldn't help but look at her prime asset, herself! Taller than the average noble woman and quite leggy, she was an absolute knockout from pedicured toe to elegantly coiffed hair. Even after her most recent fat camp had knocked the diplomatic bulk off of her, Connie remained quite curvy, but in a lean way. If she'd really put in the effort she could have been an excellent athlete or soldier, but her favorite exercise was on her back, coincidentally the best place to serve her country. She might be a spurred knight and used to a bit of derring do, but she preffered a whispered word, a flash of bosom and a fifth helping of pie to a cavalry charge. Still, she was just back from weeks of exercise at day camp, muscles showed in her arms and strong legs, if not across her belly. Strangely she had a small bulge there, a bloat that was if she really had gorged on black currant tarts! "I wish, the beastly diets I have to endure prevent that. I don't want to be on a weighing chair at a fat audit do I?" The delicious diplomat laughed, "besides, I have so much to do today!" Connie bid her servants prepare a suitable breakfast (eggs, bacon, sausage, berries, and hash browns. She did have a figure to maintain and that strict fat camp diet had burned her womanly curves down to the minimum. She barely needed a corset anymore and was down to a C cup!) And lay out her clothes for the coming activity of.... A new mission!: Now that her official uniform (slit skirt, corset and hour glass top) can fit again, the Prince has recalled Connie to court to discuss her next mission! And he always sets out such a lovely spread! (Roll WILLPOWER to avoid overeating and if failed CONSTITUTION to avoid gaining) Rumors abound about problems in need of Connie's soft touch: the Princes spoiled, if gorgeous son, has been pressing for an expedition to the south lands, while the Princes vapid daughter is very late returning from college in the league of republics! Or something else, who knew! An honor duel!: Connie's great grandmother has died putting her possessions, an old, decrepit castle, the family's prize winning vineyard and taxes from the Abbey of the Sisters of Earthly Delight up for grabs! Connie will have to fight a non-lethal honor duel against her cousin Cara, an actual soldier and a whip thin demoness with a blade! Luckily the fresh from fat camp Connie is in her tip top shape, right? And even if she loses, well an old castle is still a castle. Even if it is rumored to be haunted by the ghost of great aunt who died of shame after ripping a corset during a royal ceremony...(ROLL ATHLETICS) Sisterly duty!: Connie's little sister Carrie is pregnant... And not so little! A life long skinny mini dieting fitness fream, Carrie was pregnant with triplets not five minutes after saying I do to that rich Viscount Connie set her up with. Spoiled by her husband and spared the strict weight restraints of the principality, the girl who always teased Connie for her big appetite has blown up into a P-I-G PIG! Carrie is using her husband's money to prepare for an epic shower in two weeks by testing every caterer in the city to their limit. Connie knows if left unsupervised the new family fatty might legitimately burst and must come along and keep her from eating everything. After all Connie is used to big meals and probably won't gain an ounce...(Roll TWO WILLPOWER AND TWO CONSTITUTION CHECKS) The start of romance!: Connie's lived a life of adventure and romance which has made it hard to get a steady boyfriend. And she's getting older, even if girls ten years younger would be envious of her post fat camp figure!, with her parents suggesting her place in the inheritance might be improved if she makes an heir or seven. While most of the noble men around her are too old or corpulent for her taste, one of the Principalities knightly orders is putting on a tournament, feast and ball. Snagging a jacked crusader with a big package and a bigger estate would free Connie of needing to ever work again (unless she wanted to) and let her avoid the strict weight limit due to a loop holes for new and expectant mothers waiving their waist size. (Roll WILLPOWER to avoid OVEREATING and if failed, CONSTITUTION to avoid gaining. Roll ATHLETICS for dancing. And CHARISMA for charming) ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 FAST METABOLISM gives Connie ADVANTAGE to avoid weight gain. Rolls (11, 75) / CON 70. Pass. Connie licked her lips as she waited for her servants to attend her, and savoured the delicious black currant flavour from the dream. Her flat tummy rumbled, from within her silky lingerie. She was hungry, and looked forward to a nice big breakfast. After all, in the absence of all the frost giant sized meals she'd enjoyed on her last diplomatic mission - not to mention to the immensely well-hung frost giant with a feeding fetish whom she had seduced, albeit at the cost of significant, temporary bulges being added to her figure - her firm physique gave her license to indulge without too much consequence. "Haha!" Connie laughed happily, as her maids arrived with the fixings of a luxurious bath. "Now, what to do today?" A new mission? Well, Connie did enjoy checking in with the Prince! But... Perhaps she would do so later. After all, Connie knew his little secret! He admired the fuller figure, and, frankly, Connie was at her least voluptuous since at least a couple of missions ago! He would, she was sure, be more appreciative if she checked in on him after she'd put a few more big breakfasts between herself and that beastly fat camp! Hmm. Cara or Carrie, then? It was good to see Carrie enjoying marriage to her Viscount! Connie had pinned the man for a feeder after enjoying his company at just a few diplomatic dinners. "A little more pouring cream with this extra helping of chocolate cake, Countess Contoura? Or do you prefer clotted?" He'd asked. "Why not a lashing of both, My Lord?" Connie had replied, her bosom heaving after a very filling banquet, and the man had been quite besotted. Still, as rich as he was, the Viscount had been a touch too boring for Connie - or not well enough hung, to be more precise - so she'd steered him Carrie's way. They'd hit it off famously. And, while Connie would have enjoyed helping her sister to select the best desserts, she was sure her little sister's marriage to the Viscount with a feeding fetish would only benefit if Carrie had the opportunity to stuff herself to her limit on sample-menus without Connie guzzling the lion's share... Well, so long as her fatty little sister didn't pop! Then there was that dratted duel with Cara. Connie was a competent swordswoman, but Cara was in another league. Bah. What that skinny cousin of hers needed was a damn good feed, in the company of a sexy young knight! Hmm. Connie had an idea... She could grab her sword, and go and give Cara a quick duel. And then, if time permitted, she could use her diplomatic skills to talk Cara into attending the upcoming knightly tournament, feast, and ball... Then, with Connie to guide her, Cara could hardly help but finish the evening with a delightful trip to the bedchamber of a buff young knight. Anyway, that was if time permitted. Connie strapped herself into her combat gear, and gave her sword a few experimental swings... After all, if the duel went well, a castle was still a castle, even if a bit decrepit! "Mmm, a feast!" Connie licked her lips, as she finished her breakfast and wiped her mouth on a napkin. On 9/22/2020 at 4:24 PM, Batman76 said: An honor duel!: Connie's great grandmother has died putting her possessions, an old, decrepit castle, the family's prize winning vineyard and taxes from the Abbey of the Sisters of Earthly Delight up for grabs! Connie will have to fight a non-lethal honor duel against her cousin Cara, an actual soldier and a whip thin demoness with a blade! Luckily the fresh from fat camp Connie is in her tip top shape, right? And even if she loses, well an old castle is still a castle. Even if it is rumored to be haunted by the ghost of great aunt who died of shame after ripping a corset during a royal ceremony...(ROLL ATHLETICS) ATHLETICS: 70. Fail. ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 On 9/23/2020 at 3:05 AM, Batman76 said: The ride to the local duelling ground wasn't far, just enough time to let Connie think. The family winery was one of the best and biggest in the land. Owning it had turned a luckily fertile courtesan into a near sterile noble family's inheritors, making them all rich down to this day! But the one who had the fertile fields held the clans purse strings in their palm. To say nothing of the blessed fields around the bakery monastery of the Sisters of Earthly Delights. Those golden waves of grain gave up three full harvests a year, while their berry bogs and patches gave a constant stream of midnight black currants and crimson strawberries red as the Red Empresses pubes! With that money in hand, Connie could lay in bed all day while handpicked studs fed her, ploughed her and fucked for the next sixty years and still be the richest woman in the Principalities! And it was all hers, she could almost taste the cherries! Yes, Cara had win the cross of Valor and taken a hobgoblin banner in the last western war where the 101 kingdoms had pushed into the tractless west. But she was still get younger cousin, the pimple faced, chunky whiner who the tall, glamorous Connie has taken pity on and suggested some dust tips. Surely the elder de'Colletege would win out, why the fresh from fat camp Connie was ripped as she got and Cara's feat of valor was a year ago! Surely she'd rested on her haunches and bulked up! Unfortunately, when the busty diplomat pulled her palamino stud up to the dueling circle, her cousin was every inch the war hero and not one more. Caras back was as straight as her long sword, her arms chiseled as a statue, her belly flat as a plate under her leather and chain mail outfit and while her thighs were big under her tights, they bulged with hard muscle. "Cousin Countess Connie," Cara said calmy, her bristling buzz cut gleaming in the sun rise. "Cousin Captain Cara," Connie said, brushing a long blonde lock from her eyes and wishing she exercised in between fat camp sessions. "Colonel Cara, actually," her cousin corrected, a calm smile reaching her dueling scars across her gaunt face as she sighed the paper work agreeing to abide by the results, "our prince signed the papers last week. Id expected to see you at the ceremony." Connie blushed as the dueling judge made sure the blades were blunted and the helmets secure. Last week she'd been at fat camp, the stubbornness of the last five pounds having kept her there longer than anticipated. "I was delayed, important diplomacy ...stuff," Connie said, "really congratulations, we should celebrate, I know some good noble men who'd like you." "I'm sure, perhaps I can have them at the vineyard," Cara said, taking her blade back from the judge, "you can come if you can find a gown big enough to slide into." Snarling, Connie slid on her helmet and waited for the signal to begin. When the whistle blew she cut off the shoulder at her cousins head... Only for Caras sword to thrust out. The parry was it's own attack, stopping the swing dead and putting the blunt point into Connie's face plate so hard she fell right on her round bottom! Snarling, she got up, knowing that she now needed three hits in a row before Cara hit her twice more. Alas, this was not to be! Connie tried her best but a bruise raising cut to the thigh and a humiliating thrust to the belly lost her the duel and her vineyard! "Drat it all," the diplomat groaned in the sand. She knew that she was beaten but there was still the end game to consider... "Say, Cara...,"Connie wheezed from the sand, "Good show and congratulations on all that, but I'd say would you like too..." invite Cara to the army ball in the hopes of getting her good and stuffed and sloshed and maybe preggo as revenge. Roll CHARISMA. Invite Cara to check out great aunties old castle, maybe she'd like a fortification better than a fattening super bakery.. ROLL CHARISMA ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 "Say, Cara...,"Connie wheezed from the sand, "Good show and congratulations on all that, but I'd say would you like too..." invite Cara to the army ball in the hopes of getting her good and stuffed and sloshed and maybe preggo as revenge. Roll CHARISMA. Charisma roll: 21 / CHA 80. Pass! "Come with me to the big, knightly ball later? A very reliable confidante of mine said it'll be the best one in years." Connie suggested innocuously, as she hauled herself to her feet and rubbed the bruise on her ass cheek. Oof, it was painful! No spanking sessions for a few days for Connie! "Apparently they've doubled the food budget! Oh, and I know at least a dozen rich, handsome young noblemen are on the guest list! Could be good hunting! Or, if you're willing to pass on rich, and you just want to add a few memorable notches to your bed post... How would you like me to introduce you to a couple of strong young knights who are so well endowed even I found them quite a challenge? Well, I mean, as a duo they were a challenge!" Connie added. "Ball? Double the food budget? Notches?" Cara snorted haughtily. "Still thinking with your stomach and your loins, I see, Connie! No wonder I beat you so easily!" Connie smiled inwardly. Cara might enjoy sneering over Connie's hearty appetite for food and men - but so had her little sis', Carrie, prior to blowing up into an absolute PIG! Connie was pretty sure the lustful appetites of the Decollage women lurked under her cousin Cara's rock hard exterior. Hell, it seemed quite likely that all the time Cara spent pumping iron, until her rock-hard thigh muscles bulged through her tights, was just working off sexual frustration from her comparatively meagre list of successes with men (well, meagre compared with the international bed-hopper that was Connie). Or perhaps it was a lack of success with women that spurred Cara to such efforts! Now there was a thought! Not that Cara didn't like men. In fact, Connie had noticed Cara surreptitiously lick her lips when Connie mentioned the possibility of snagging a well-hung duo. "Not at all, Cara!" Connie denied. "I was just thinking it would be an absolute crime to deny the knights of the realm the chance to admire you! A new Colonel - they might die in battle under your command, Cara. The least you could do is flash a little cleavage in their direction first..." Cara seemed to be looking for an excuse to decline. Connie was pretty sure there wasn't one, so she let her cousin think while they removed their chainmail and heavy padding. "Well, Colonel?" "I think you're just looking for an excuse to stuff your face!" Cara said disdainfully. "Who says I won't? But we're talking about whether you'll come to the ball, Cara! What's your answer to that? Surely you don't want to refuse to meet your handsome, rich knights? After all, it's important for an officer to get to know her men as well as possible! Or so I've always said..." Cara grumbled her reply. Connie took it for a, "yes." "Great! Now, let's go and discuss our ball gowns over lunch! Don't look at me like that, Cara! I know a new salad bar we can go to. I've worked up quite an appetite from all that duelling, and I need to take in some good nutrition to help heal my poor, bruised bottom! And, Cara, you really must let me buy you a meal - and good wine - by way of belated congratulations for your wonderful promotion to Colonel!" Connie neglected to mention that the salad bar in question just happened to be renowned for the delicious, oily vinaigrettes and fattening dressings with which it slathered its wholesome greens and fruits. It was quite possible Cara wouldn't notice. And perhaps a few calories would take the edge off the crop-haired officer's temper. If so, it would be all the better for her prospects of seducing a couple of handsome knights tonight! And if Connie could get that done early in the evening, then she get on with her own task of snagging a rich boyfriend with a huge package of... land. After all, those lucrative heirs her mother kept mentioning weren't going to make themselves, and if Connie was going to be in the principality for much longer then the excuse of a "fertility diet" - not that her full hips were in any real need of one - would be just the ticket to escape the beastly, waistline-minimising regimes enforced by her countrywomen! Having complained about Connie's missing her promotion ceremony, Cara was not in a position to turn down the offer of lunch and wine, even though a meal with Connie was sure to be very bad for her physical regimen! Instead, she decided to snark about their great aunty's inheritance, and how Cara was looking forward to the best share. "Yes, all the rich foods from our family lands really are amazing, aren't they?" Connie replied. "Whoever inherits the best land is going to be able to eat herself sick on a regular basis! I just hope your tummy can handle it, Cara! I know mine could, but I guess I'll just end up in that spooky old castle, practically starving and barely needing a corset, while you'll be staggering to bed and busting seams on your lingerie every night after the most colossal feasts! I hope you'll invite me for dinner from time to time!" The Decollage cousins arrived at the Greedy Slug salad bar, where Connie proceeded to order a very big meal. ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 On 9/23/2020 at 1:08 PM, Batman76 said: Yummy. Roll WILLPOWER and CONSTITUTION if that fails... ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 Heh. Rolls 100 / WILLPOWER 20, fail, unsurprisingly. Rolls FAST METABOLISM (87, 63) / CON 70, pass, just. Oh, and just in case a CHARISMA roll might help to persuade Cara to have too much food and wine for lunch: Rolls 20 / CHA 80 - pass, but might be opposed. Connie leaned back in the outdoor chair of the Greedy Slug, and patted her swollen belly as it bulged and strained her hourglass top. "Oof! I'm very full! That second helping of cheesecake was almost too much! But not quite. Little bit of a walk to help my body deal with all this before dressing for the ball though. I wouldn't want to put on weight!" ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 On 9/25/2020 at 9:23 AM, Batman76 said: After a morning of getting her butt kicked, Connie was only too happy to try and stuff her cousin to her very gills. "Really Cara, try the double fried ice cream with the chocolate caramel coating, its too die for!" Connie said, pushing over a massive pile of calorific delicacies towards her cousin, "it's all simply to die for!" The decorated officer could do little more than moan, her face green with over consumption and her muscular flat stomach absolutely packed to bursting. Cara's sword belt was off and a considerable gap was showing between her taut trousers and padded jacket, her muscles streched over four or five thousand calories of food. She might have beaten Connie like a drum earlier but now the crew cut colonel would struggle to fend off an inquisitive goblin thanks to the calorie bombs planted into her over the long course of a dinner! Instead of eating though, Cara did nothing but groan, leaving Connie to shrug and gorge on the fattening desert herself. "Well I did just leave fat camp...," she mused to herself. .... The rest of the diplomat's afternoon didn't go quite so well. After a long hot bath to aide the digestion, Connie had her preferred gown taken out of mothballs and prepared. She called it the "Sure Thing" a delightful strapless, backless, sequined white ensemble held up with a minor enchantment that went perfectly with her golden hair, tan skin and vavoom figure. Unfortunately the dress had been tailored for Connie's debut nearly a decade before and fresh from Fat Camp the Knightess might be, she simply wasn't that skinny anymore, too much of the family's name sake cleavage and curves having piled up in the chest and hips. "Oh my, this strains the very bonds of decency and incredulity," de'Collage whistled to herself, stunned by the sheer amount of de'Collage on display, "...so it will certainly be perfect at the party. I'll just have to watch what I eat so I don't make a scene...well, more of one anyway..." Once her hair was up and her make up done, riding to the local fortress simply wouldn't do. No it was time to pull the luxury coach out of the stable, hitch it to her best horses and ride to the ball in a style that wouldn't pop a stitch! By the time she arrived the ball was starting, blue clad officers and their ladies filling up the large ball room at the castle. Yet as she filled up a plate with enough treats to keep her going for the next little bit, the blonde diplomat kept her eyes out... Straight to the Top: the Brigade's commander is a little older than Connie but well decorated and a landowner...a man with an eye for cleavage. Something spicy: the attached regimental sorcerer might be younger than Connie by five years but damn, those tight leather pants show his charisma! And as he cast an eye at her well laden plate, Connie detects feeder tendencies too... Eyes on the Prize: a little side action was fine, but Connie's goal was to see Cara repaid for the days humiliation with a ring on a chubby finger and a big, pregnant gut. Where did that little war hero get to? ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 Connie savoured a spoonful of potato salad while she surveyed the ballroom and planned her evening. The impressive package that was so tightly wrapped in the handsome young sorcerer’s tights would have induced a younger Connie, back when she’d been a debutante, to make a beeline in his direction and ply him with attention until she secured an invitation to his bedchamber for an evening of hard riding… But, as an experienced and somewhat more mature diplomat, Connie had experienced bigger, on many occasions – and vastly bigger, in the case of her recent mission to frost giant lands! And the young sorcerer was likely not rich enough to make a promising match. Still, Connie smiled in his direction, and enjoyed the look on his face as she popped a whole boiled duck egg into her mouth and swallowed it in a single, practiced motion. Mmm! It was done to perfection. Connie decided to devote most of her evening to charming the Brigade’s commander, a vigorous but older nobleman of her principality who was typically away from court – either on campaign or overseeing his large dairy estates – whenever Connie was around, so she only knew him slightly. But she knew well enough that his lands and income were the sort of thing Connie’s mother would approve of. Before heading in his direction to initiate an evening of seduction, however, Connie worked the ballroom a little, making a few new acquaintances and renewing some old ones. Delightfully, one of her friends who so happened to be at the knightly ball, and who was staring hungrily at the ball’s vast buffet table as Connie approached with a quip on her lips, was the Baroness Delicia deRière. Baroness Delicia deRière was Connie’s opposite number – in almost every possible sense. The Baroness hailed from the fat-friendly Duchy of Embonpoint. She, like Connie, was a senior diplomat and an accomplished seductresses, and they had become fast, although sarcastic, friends as they frequently crossed-paths on the diplomatic circuit. Their friendship had been helped along by the fact that Connie was the roaming representative of a court which enforced strict standards of skinniness at home, who spent most of her time flaunting her curvaceous figure and golden hair on missions to fat-friendly foreign courts; whereas Delicia was the raven-haired, naturally-chubby but now ultra-lean ambassador of one of those fat-friendly courts, who had secured her position by starving herself skinny (everywhere except her pert bust) to impress her Duke, whose preference was for women far slimmer than the fat nobleladies of his court! Delicia’s Duke assigned her primarily to courts that demanded strict skinniness from their noblewomen. This meant Connie and Delicia tended to pursue different targets, so they seldom trod on each other’s toes and, in fact, frequently compared notes when they crossed paths at mixed courts – such as the Red Empress’s, for example. “Delicia! That dress looks absolutely spectacular! You must give me the name of your seamstress!” Connie enthused. The Baroness’s dress was of diaphanous blue silk, with a low-cut square neckline and cinched by elaborate silk strapping which showcased it’s wearer’s exceptionally lean and fat-free body. It hung off Delicia’s figure, and emphasised her long, lean limbs as she moved… Connie could practically hear the poor girl’s tummy rumbling – although it wasn’t actually – as the formerly chubby diplomat stared lustfully at the vast array of pastries, meats, and heavy foods on offer to the ball’s guests. “Connie!” Smiled Delicia, before a sarcastic look crossed her pretty face… Sarcastic retorts were one of the few things sufficiently non-fattening that they were allowed to cross Delicia’s lips. “Thank you for the compliment, Connie, but I’m afraid there wouldn’t be any point! Madame du Floofe is my dressmaker… But she only works with the finest silks, and, alas, she says that it would be an insult to her fabrics to use them in so large a quantity as to make a dress with a waistline over 24 inches. So, I’m afraid you could never fit into any of her masterpieces! Although you are looking thinner than usual, this evening! Fat Camp, again?” Connie made a sour look at the mention of Fat Camp. “Ugh! I swear those beastly Fat Camp diets get worse every year! Three tiny servings of food a day – I wouldn’t even call them snacks – and I can’t wait for another mission abroad so I can eat properly again!” Baroness Delicia deRière eyed Connie’s half-eaten but still amply-laden plate with envious eyes. “I’d hardly say you’re undereating to the point of wasting away, Connie. In fact, I remember when you used to be able to almost fit yourself into that Sure Thing dress of yours! How you thought you could get away with it tonight, I don’t know!” Connie licked her lips with a, “Mmm, mmm,” as she savoured a small cherry tart with far more gusto than was polite, given that she was eating in the presence of a very hungry woman. “I don’t know what you mean, Delicia! This dress fits perfectly! And… It’s never let me down yet! In fact, I’ve probably been hammered by more sexy studs thanks to this dress than you’ve had hot desserts!” Delicia huffed. She wasn’t really angry – she was enjoying the chance to vent over her mandatory diet, and trading insults with Connie was a nice distraction from the hunger of her inner fat girl. “Hot desserts? The chance would be a fine thing, Connie! Look at all this fucking food, everywhere, taunting me! But if I take so much as one little forkful of cake, or a spoonful of rice, then, bam: with my fat-girl metabolism I’ll wake up tomorrow seven pounds fatter! I don’t know how you do it, Connie! You eat like an ox, and… Well, you’re frankly fleshy, but you’re nothing like as fat as you deserve!” “Mmm.” Connie ate. “Well, if you want my advice, Delicia, you should eat up, put on the curves, and bag yourself a rich man with a fat fetish… Be a shame about Madame du Floofe’s dresses, but your vanity is keeping you hungry and miserable!” “Ugh! My vanity…” Delicia swished her beautiful dress, to show off the fact she wasn’t carrying an ounce of bodyfat anywhere other than her bust. “Keeps me in a very well paid and respected post, and, gets me bedded by more hot studs than you could imagine.” Munch. “Doubt it. ‘ve gotta pretty good memory.” “Oh yeah? How many hot studs did you bed on your last mission, then, Connie?” Delicia asked competitively. Connie counted mentally, then swallowed. “Four.” “Hah! Practically frigid! I bedded eight, all knights!” “I didn’t finish. Four studs, one knightess, and… One seriously over-endowed male frost giant!” Delicia’s jaw went slack. She’d heard about the success of Connie’s trade mission to the mountains, but hadn’t credited it. “No!” “Yep.” Connie said after finishing a mouthful of meatball. Impressively, she was eating without spoiling her lipstick or dropping a thing – diplomatic training! Delicia almost drooled. “What was it like? How did you…” “Heh.” Connie said. “I’ll tell you another time. Let’s just say it’s good that the Jotun mountain range is an easy place to get an icepack... I was sore for hours! And it took me days to get back to my usual... Tightness!” Delicia sighed. “Oh, Connie! I’m so jealous!” Said the skinny diplomat. “Say, could you do me a favour?” “Oh, sure!” Connie said. “I don’t really keep count any more. We’re about even, I think. Whatcha want?” “Connie…” Delicia implored. “Could you tell me what the lemon tart tastes like?” Connie glanced over the buffet. There were lemon tarts. And lime ones, and orange, and apple… “I don’t know, Delicia. I haven’t tried one. I’m, um, trying to eat a little sensibly tonight… This dress is actually a little bit tight, after all!” Baroness Delicia deRière made an unhappy sound. “Oh.” “Why, Delicia?” “Oh. It’s just… Lemon tarts just like those were my absolute favourite! But I can’t try one now… I can’t! Because if I do I know I won’t be able to stop at just one! And I can’t afford to get fat! I’d lose my position, if the Duke found out!” “Oh. That’s bad.” “Yes! But if you tried the lemon tart, Connie, and described what it tastes like to me, exactly, I’d be so grateful!” Connie shrugged. This would be probably the easiest task in the history of diplomacy. She reached for a lemon tart, and popped it in her mouth. “No, Connie!” Delicia moaned. “One little bit at a time!” “Oh.” Connie gulped the tart – pretty delicious – and took another, this time to nibble. She duly described the sweet, soft pastry and the citron tartness in order. Delicia moaned at the description, and looked like her panties would be growing wet – if she’d been wearing any under Madame du Floofe’s dress, which Connie thought was unlikely. “Any more?” Connie asked. Delicia’s expression begged for more. “You want to know about the lime tarts, and the orange tarts, and the apple tarts, right?” Connie deduced. “Mmm. Yes please!” Delicia pleaded. Connie shrugged again. “Okay! But my waistline is going to be spoiled by you, before I even start seducing yonder rich Commander.” Connie said. “So… You’ll have to do me a little task in return.” “Anything! Just tell me about the tarts!” “Great.” Connie said. “So, you know my cousin, Cara. Blonde like me, but cropped hair. Shorter. Legs that could crush an oak tree?” “I know her.” “Okay. I’d like you to steer her towards that sexy brigade sorcerer over there. The one with the---“ “Oversized package.” “Yep!” “Why?” “Oh.” Connie explained innocently. “He seems quite charming. Might be a feeder. I think she’d have a nice time with him, that’s all. Okay?” “Yeah, sure thing.” Delicia assented, as she piled mid-sized tarts onto an extra plate for Connie. “Now, open wide, but don’t gulp!” --- A bit later, Connie strode confidently towards the Commander. Her poise was excellent – but she was sucking in a little. Not because she was at all fat! But she had packed away two large platefuls of tarts: her friend, Delicia, had been hungry, and she’d clearly been badly in need of the vicarious enjoyment of having Connie savour the fattening tarts. So Connie’s tummy was a bit swollen, and sucking in a bit was the best way to ensure her exquisite dress wasn’t put under undue strain… Nothing Connie hadn’t done plenty of times before. “Good evening, Lord Syrrup.” Connie introduced herself to the Commander with a tiny curtsey. She was a countess, so she could get away with the very minimal gesture – and, more to the point, her dress seams were straining and she couldn’t risk anything deeper. “I don’t believe we’ve really met! Whenever I return to court from diplomatic missions, you’re so often away on one of your bold campaigns – or looking after your famous dairy estates! Perhaps this evening is the time for us to finally get to know one another?” Lord Syrrup had spent most of Connie’s introduction – and all of her curtsey – observing the way the gorgeous blonde diplomat’s breasts were wobbling and threatening to escape the confines of her backless, strapless dress. He seemed to enjoy the sight. “But first, My Lord.” Connie suggested. “Perhaps we should get a little dessert from the buffet? There’s such a huge spread tonight, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if we took a selection of it to enjoy somewhere more… secluded. That is… if you think I can risk dessert tonight?” Connie patted her boobs. “ I do find that anything with cream tends to go straight to my bosom, and I have a figure to maintain… After all, my mother does say how important it is I maintain my figure until I finally manage to find the right, rich nobleman to settle down with an produce her an heir or seven!” Lord Syrrup emitted a throaty sound… Hopefully that was a good thing! Connie continued. “What do you think, My Lord? Do you think I can have a bit of pudding?” --- ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 Connie's opposite number, just for reference as an NPC. Name: Baroness Delicia deRiere Race: Human (+10 Cha, +10 Ath, -10 Int, -10 Con) Class: Rogue Age: 27 Height: 5’10’’ Starting Weight: 139 lbs Current Weight: 139 lbs Hit Points: 10 ATHLETICS: 20 +20 +10 = 50 CONSTITUTION: 30 - 10 = 20 INTELLIGENCE: 50 + 10 -10 = 50 WILLPOWER: 40 -10 = 30 CHARISMA: 60 +10 +10 = 80 FAT-FETISH 72 /. NORMIE: 80 FAT POINTS: 20, Normal. 7 lbs per Fat Point FAT FEATS: Gotta Get Thin; Slow Metabolism Bonds: du Floofe creations (minor): fabulous fashions that provide +10 to impress NORMY / THIN preference characters, provided the wearer has a FAT score of 21 or less Diplomatic influence (minor): +10 to influence a diplomatic contact, in return for a previous (or future) favour. Tart lore (minor): +10 on checks regarding knowledge of calorific pastries, or persuading others to OVEREAT ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 On 9/25/2020 at 6:42 PM, Batman76 said: Oh this is gorgeous. First the typical over eating constitution roll for Connie's WG. But second, let's test a new system: clothing combat. Connie's dress has 5 hit points. Roll a D12 to determine how many dishes Connie is going to eat. For every dish Connie eats, she'll need to roll an athletics check to keep her stomach sucked in enough. Should she fail, the dress loses a hit point and at 0.....RIP. Hehe! Connie rolls CON with FAST METABOLISM (12,66) / CON 70, comfortable pass to pack away those tarts. Now I've got to find a d12... Used a spreadsheet... Connie eats 6 dishes! Hell, she's greedy, so she tries for a seventh... ATHLETICS rolls to keep her tummy sucked in enough: 45, 78, 01, 82, 29, 88, 14. Just one more dish... 85. Dress straining! Connie reduces her dress to 1 HP. This sounds like a roll where "Frequent Feaster" might have been useful. "I hope you don't think I've eaten a little too much, My Lord?" Connie giggled. Somehow, her seam had only popped a few threads here and there. ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 On 9/27/2020 at 11:05 PM, Batman76 said: Lord Syrup had launched that most difficult of military maneouvers, a retreat under heavy fire. The retreat was to one of the fort's watch towers and the heavy fire was the burden of Connie's desert. The plush countess had gathered up plate after plate of figure busting heavy tarts, pies, cakes, macaroons and chocolates selected with her friend Delicia's drooling help and loaded them up on the veteran soldier. And then, once Countess and Brigadier were alone together behind a heavily locked door, the feeding started. The Duchy of Orange was a thin loving majority, but among the men of the rural nobility there was still a healthy minority of chubby chasers. Connie had ventured a guess that the Brigadier was one, she knew the 101 Kingdom's nobility like the tops of her breasts and knew Brigadier Simon Syrup, a broad shouldered and very fit 35 year old who owned to vast tracks of rich dairy farms and groves of fruit and maple trees, had a set of female relatives who'd failed repeated Fat Audits until they'd been banished from court. And as her ample hips slid onto a hard wooden sentry' chair and the Brigadier used his sword belt to tie her hands and his ceremonial sash to blindfold her, she was pretty certain she'd picked correctly. "Ah General, is this some sort of regimental hazing ritual?" she cooed, spreading her legs wide in anticipation, "I'd always wanted a military career if diplomacy hadn't worked out..." "You've guessed correctly Countess deCollege," Syrup said with a hearty chuckle, raising a tart to her lips, "and for a very elite unit. One that I think you have the physical standards to meet..." Connie gobbled down the tart, a confectionery the size of a wagon's hub cap, hot syrup running down her lips as she swallowed. She gulped down another and another, tongue lolling in joy as her belly began to fill up. The Brigadier gave her a large swig of champagne before she could speak again. "And what....what standards are those?" she managed, gasping as a strong hand ran up her thigh and another tart found her mouth, a delicious lemon one. "Why strenuous physical standards," Syrup told her, "long, strong legs that can carry heavy loads and broad, child bearing hips..." de'College groaned with pleasure. She'd been courted repeatedly, her political connections and beauty drawing a great many eyes over the years. But while Connie had slept with many of them, she'd never let them seriously pursue her. Duty and the pleasure of office were too important. "Nubile breasts big enough to milk and a very, very healthy appetite," the Brigadier told her, putting another tart into Connie's mouth, "alongside your famed cleverness and firm hand in diplomatic circles." A stitch gave way on the hip of Connie's dress, letting some tan skin show through. "For you see, I've spent the last twenty years being dedicated to the army and in that time my older brothers died of foolishness and fever. I find myself owner of vast acres of plush farm land and farm villages, land that would need a firm hand I will frequently be away from," he explained, one hand going up Connie's shirt and another feeding her yet another tart. "And....ohhhhhh yes, more," Connie moaned, a little pop sounding as the seam between her bust line gave just a little, "how could I...help you with such a problem? She was gushing wet and glad she'd neglected to wear panties. "Why, lovely, clever, beautiful Connie," Syrup told her, kissing up her neck and putting yet another tart into her mouth, "you could marry me. I know its a quick question but seeing your lovely breasts about to pop out of that gown with every breath, why I thought you looked so incredibly fertile I struggled not to toss you onto the drink table and take you right there in front of everyone." Connie's eyes rolled into the back of her head, while the tiny little silver belt around her belly gave way with a quick pop beneath her spreading stomach. "You know, I might not have objected," the Countess moaned when her mouth was open, "and we have just met ..." "I know it is sudden, but in a few months we're due to ship out to the eastern border. Always dangerous against the Elves and I wouldn't be doing my duty if I didn't leave a wife in charge of my lands with a firm hand and a full womb, a woman who was both brave and bold and built to easily carry all the weight a Syrup heir would add to her," he said, two fingers deep into her, "and you know, I see you now, glorious and fit and can't help but think how fantastic you would be if you were plush, plump and matronly after carrying a few of our children..." Connie gasped, between the delicious taste of an apple tart and the vigorous finger banging. Marriage and pregnancy might slow or even stop her diplomatic career. But it would also let her gorge herself at will, without ever again setting foot into an awful Fat Camp while eating whatever she wanted and getting all the sex she could handle. Especially as her possible fiancee was clearly enjoying her gorge on desert and nearly burst from her dress, going by the full erection she could feel pressing into her thigh. "And the lands?" she gasped, her noble sense of social climbing and land grabbing just a little sharper than lust or gluttony. "Thousands of acres of dairy farms, some of the best creameries and orchards in the Principality, the only ice cream factory within three kingdoms...," Syrup explained, "and a massive manor house..." Connie let her eyes roll, considering the proposition. It would be a drastic change in her life, but on the other hand a rich husband, vast estates and never, ever needing to diet again... Accept the proposal and have sex...all the food, wealth and sex she could want? yes PLEASE. Roll CONSTITUTION for pregnancy risk if Connie doesn't have an anti-conception charm. Ask to think about the proposal and have sex...Connie might need to think about it and nothing clears the mind like sex. Roll CONSTITUTION for pregnancy risk if Connie doesn't have an anti-conception charm. Decline the proposal and have sexy anyway...Marriage isn't in Connie's cards right now, but a good fuck after stuffing...Roll CONSTITUTION for pregnancy risk if Connie doesn't have an anti-conception charm. Decline the proposal and don't have sex... ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 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! ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 So, here's a question about how weight gain works, should Connie fall pregnant. Suppose Connie becomes pregnant, and gains 6 FAT POINTS over the next nine months. Afterwards, she is 42 pounds fatter than her starting weight of 139 lbs. Suppose she has gained two FAT FEATS, due to her weight gain: Big Milkers (at 24 FAT), and Natural Breeder (at 26 FAT). If Connie is then forced to go to Fat Camp, where she goes down to 22 FAT, does she retain these FAT FEATS, or does she need to fatten herself back up to regain them, so that she'd have to reach 26 FAT in order to benefit from the Natural Breeder feat again? Connie would like to know, because she might want to hold onto this feat in order to produce more heirs than her sister... I can see it going either way (and maybe it is a case-by-case thing the GM could announce as the story progresses). She might keep these feats, because her (temporary) gain revealed her natural tendencies, and now she can't budge her milk-engorged boobs and fertility hormones. Or she might lose them because - well, because she needed to add lots of weight before her boobs grew really huge. Hmmm. I'll say that since we're pretending physical fat feats are genetic predispositions that only become apparent at a certain size, that many become dormant when at 20 FAT POINTS but reactivate upon with WG. The fast/slow metabolism will stay active, and so will natural breeder, anything that doesn't need fat to work. But ones like big milkers will be dormant if the PC gets back to their starting weight until the PC puts on enough fat to be noticeable, say 21 I will say that new fat points can't be gained until the PC hits a new max weight. On your example, Connie would keep those fat feats at 22 FAT Points, but will have to hit 28 fat Points to get a new one or swap out an old one ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 On 9/29/2020 at 4:36 PM, 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 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. ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 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! --- 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. ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 I'll let you pick the latter choices, which are wonderful btw, but this is the castle Connie inherited from her dead great aunt Ah, yes, that makes sense! I've made some minor edits to clear that up a bit. ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 On 9/29/2020 at 10:32 PM, Batman76 said: 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! ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 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. On 9/29/2020 at 10:32 PM, 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! --- 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! ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 On 10/1/2020 at 12:53 AM, Batman76 said: 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! ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 Wow! Such a good adventure! In short, Connie refuses to abandon her inheritance, and investigates the keep – and does so fairly intelligently, by staring with the small suite of rooms where her aunt lived. She defeats the mannequin, taking a lot of bruises in the processes, and gleans some of Aunt Kelly's secrets. Connie proceeded into the keep. A lot of plaster had crumbled from the walls, but the dark granite stones beneath were sturdy and thick. The few small windows admitted very little light, so Connie carried the candelabra from the great hall. As a trained knight, she could draw her sword at a moment’s notice, and fight with either hand – but she knew from her lessons that even a fine steel blade would be of little help against the most likely threat in the castle: a ghost. In principle, her training called for a tactical withdrawal, and a long journey home on her horse, rather than face an occult danger without backup from a trustworthy magic user… But there were two problems with that. One: her black leather leggings were burst open, and her shirt was destroyed – she needed to track down some clothes that fit her fuller figure, lest her ride home be bitterly cold, and shockingly embarrassing. Two: she’d inherited this castle, dammit! It might not be the best, nor even second best thing she could have inherited – had she been a better swordswoman than her cousin Cara – but it was hers, and she wasn’t about to run away. A petite suit of platemail stood dustily in a room which seemed to have the sole purpose of joining the great hall with an inclined corridor. The antique mail must have belonged to some distant female ancestor. It was far too small for Connie, and the iron looked antique and fragile, so she passed it with just one nervous look back in case the thing should suddenly animate and charge, clanking, towards her. After a short distance from the great hall, and a few steps up from the room with the armor, Connie reached a locked oak door. It led to the non-derelict corner of the keep where Aunt Kelly had actually lived. Fortunately, Connie had inherited the big brass key to the place, so she didn’t have to exhaust herself trying to break through the massive door. Connie took the key chain from around her neck, and tugged the key from her cleavage – which took a few pulls, as her breasts were squeezed tight by her bursting shirt – and then unlocked the residential corner of the keep. The place beyond was tidier, and pretty much swept free from dust and cobwebs, and Connie took the steps up to a mahogany-panelled boudoir. “Oh, wow!” Aunt Kelly’s bedroom suite was surprisingly opulent. The walls were panelled with mahogany, and the windows glazed with big panes of clear glass. Oh, and the bed! A big four poster – comfortably long enough to accommodate Connie, and even a taller lover or two, should she invite them – was curtained with fine silk. It had a big, solid oak footboard. And there was the great ebony armoire. Oh, and it was opposite that weird wooden mannequin – very fashionably thin, even by the principality’s standards, and little like Aunt Kelly – but nevermind that! Connie quickly removed her clothes – well, she was quick compared to how fast most young ladies would be, considering she was impeded by her too-tight leather leggings and overfilled white shirt. Fortunately, Connie had plenty of experience with getting out of too-tight clothing. “Oof!” Connie shivered, as she opened the great armoire and began to rummage. “This room is cold!” “Wow!” Some of Aunt Kelly’s old clothes were nice! And now they were Connie’s! Connie remembered her aunt wearing practical travel clothes and a high-collared cloak. She definitely didn’t think of her aunt as an aficionado of the type of racy, revealing outfits that Connie herself might wear on her more risqué diplomatic adventures. But half the contents of the cedar-lined armoire said otherwise! Scandalously skimpy silk dresses! And, Connie licked her lips: a neatly-folded belly-dancer’s outfit, complete with chunky silver bangles and – oh wow – vivid silk harem pants! Clearly Aunt Kelly had enjoyed a racier secret life than her reputation as an eccentric recluse had implied. Feeling cold, Connie grabbed the first warm outfit that came to hand. It was a nice fur-lined red dress. But it was too loose, except around the bust, where it was too tight. Connie browsed for something that would fit better: she took pride in her high standards of appearance, even in an abandoned castle. Perhaps a pair of white jodhpurs in a smaller size, combined with a black chiffon blouse a bit larger, would be a god fit? Connie set them on a chair. She was about to start pouring herself into them, when the slam and click of the bedroom door slamming shut and locking made her spin around – and the sight of weird wooden mannequin, moving jerkily, heavily, and menacingly, made the blonde knight cry out in alarm! “What the fuck?” Connie cried. The wooden mannequin! No, it wasn’t just a scary but inanimate dressmaker’s assistant. That wouldn’t explain it closing the distance to Connie, with shuddering, inexorable, tireless movement. In a locked room. It was a wood golem! A dangerous guardian of a wizard’s property! All the more dangerous to a stark-naked knight! Even worse, a wood golem was almost impervious to non-magical weapons – and Connie’s sword, although of fine steel, was as non-magical as she was. Connie’s heart pounded. She suppressed the urge to scream – just barely. She was a trained knight! She couldn’t scream! True, her knightly duties rarely involved anything more horrifying than realising how many calories she’d just eaten at a diplomatic dinner – not that calories had ever concerned Connie, except when she had an assignation with a feeder straight afterwards, and had to find extra room for a whole cheesecake or suchlike. But Connie was still a knight! Plus, she was blessed with a tall 5’10’’ frame, and a strong physique! And, luckily for her, not all that pumpkin pie had gone to her boobs and hips: the reason her full figure was so bouncy and pert was that she had plenty of firm muscle underneath! And, if she had to take on a wood golem… Well, at least her instructors had done a competent job of preparing her with the correct strategy on how to do so, absent an enchanted weapon… Of course, it was odd that the mannequin was bearing a big tray of creamy scones, and showed no interest in grabbing Connie’s discarded sword. Connie must fight a wood golem! Without a magic sword, Connie knows that her correct strategy is to wrestle with the strong-but-sluggish golem, and immobilise it by tying its limbs with whatever restraints come to hand – in this case, Connie’s sword belt, as well as whatever other belts and leathers she can grab from the armoire! This involves: “ROLL ATHLETICS to fight an animated dress dummy.” The fight will be as follows: Connie must roll ATHLETICS until she accumulates 5 successes, to fully immobilise the golem. For each failure, Connie takes d6 grappling damage, and is force-fed a scone – lucky for her, the scones are not magical, but she will be thoroughly stuffed after the fight and must roll CONSTITUTION to avoid weight gain for each round of scones she is force-fed. If reduced to 0 HP she will be knocked out and will awaken tied to the four poster bed… First, Connie rolls to see if her courageous attack plan (her BULGING BRAVERY feat) helps her. 21/20 WILLPOWER – not quite. Still courageous, but not in a useful way. Connie rolls versus her 46 ATHLETICS: 01, 07, 76, 01 (yes, really!), 90, 55, 58, 93, 47, 31, 63, 29! An epic wrestling fight! Connie takes lots of damage, but finally recovers to immobilise the wood golem and tie it firmly to a sturdy table. Connie takes 7d6 = 19 damage. And, being super-stuffed with Scones, Connie rolls 7 times to see if her FAST METABOLISM and 66 CON handles the calories: 2 fails, 5 successes. Connie gains 1 pound. Connie’s weight is now 175.5 lbs. (FAT 25 at 174 lbs.) She has 16/35 hit points. Grappling damage might be bashing, and might heal relatively quickly. * * “Ow! Ow! Ouch!” Connie groaned. Her whole body was sore! She was covered with blue bruises that just wouldn’t look good in revealing clothes! And her tummy ached badly from being crammed too full of scones while wrestling! Worst of all, Connie’s cousin, Colonel Cara, hadn’t been around to witness Connie’s wrestling triumph! The buzz-cut colonel would probably never believe – let alone appreciate – just how bravely and skilfully her big cousin had fought against such a powerful, enchanted opponent , while all alone in a creepy castle! Connie slumped backwards onto the bed, and tried to find a position on the soft mattress that didn’t make everything hurt. “Ow!” Connie whimpered. Connie’s attempt to rest was interrupted by a crumpling sound from under her pillow. Hmm, that was odd. It sounded like paper. She reached under the pillow. It was paper! A letter, folded over, sealed, and addressed, no less, to Countess Connie! “Contoura, I think you mean – ow!” Connie’s arm hurt. After laying painfully for a while, the plush blonde diplomat decided that it might help her forget her painful bruises if she read the intriguing letter. So that’s what she did! * “Dearest Connie,” Connie read. “I have left you this letter, as I expect you to inherit my castle and I think you ought to know a couple of things about it!” Aunt Kelly wrote. “Huh?” Connie puzzled. The inheritance of the castle had been up for grabs via a series of duels, in which it could easily have gone to Cara, or potentially to another of Connie’s relatives. Aunt Kelly continued. “In case you are wondering why I expect you to get m’castle, that is easy to explain! I expect my property to be distributed among the knightesses of the Decolletage family via a series of traditional duels. And you Connie, like me, have always veered towards the plump and curvy side, so I expect Cara will whip your ass quite severely!” “What a fucking cheek, Aunt K! I almost beat her!” Connie grumbled. “This, however, is a blessing in disguise for you, Connie! For, had you inherited all my rich farmland, you would doubtless quickly have grown too plump to mount your horse and enjoy the exhilarating life of adventure that you – just like I, myself – enjoy so much!” “Life of adventure? I thought you spent all your time visiting people, rummaging through their antique junk, and eating. So, well, yeah, that is a bit like me on two counts out of three, I suppose… And I do enjoy riding!” Connie resumed Aunt Kelly’s letter. “I have left you my journal, Connie. It is in the bedside table. I am sure you will enjoy reading about all my racy adventures! And, in case you are inclined to disbelieve that they are true, and that I really did spend a whole year in my youth as a harem girl on the southern continent, and that I once bedded a storm giant, I am sure some of the antique mementos I keep in the castle will convince you. So do have a look around the place! Oh, but you do need to know two important bits of information first (the rest is in my journal). 1. Connie: the creepy dress mannequin in my room is in fact a Wood Golem! It’s one of the ways I guard my stuff. Do not go rummaging through my wardrobe until you have identified yourself to it using the secret password: just say “Aunt Kelly is Great” out loud, and it will let you help yourself to my things! I hope you enjoy the dresses. You might need to fill out a bit to fit some of them, but I don’t think a girl with as sweet a tooth as you will find that very hard. 2. The tower is haunted by the ghost of a very old enchanter ancestor of ours, named Quartius. I suppose you could try and fight him off, if you want to use the tower for something, but I suggest you make friends with him! I did, and he taught me my very first bit of magic. Now, you won’t be able to use most of my magic stuff, but you should take my opal amulet before you go to the tower! Quartius is fond of beautiful, curvy women. So I am sure he will like you! But he is also quite the feeder! My amulet should stop him charming you into gorging yourself enormous! Connie finished reading the letter. Sure enough, there was a journal in the bedside table. But Connie would read it later. She needed to sleep off her bruises. Before she rolled the bedclothes around her, however, she did have the presence of mind to call out to the tied-up wood golem, the magic code that would have saved her a hard fight. “Hey, golem! Aunt Kelly is great!” That said, Connie dozed off. Connie has acquired an Opal Amulet, and her Aunt Kelly’s journal. ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 On 10/3/2020 at 12:38 AM, Batman76 said: So stoked to see where you go with this. I'll let you pick from the other options as you will. I was thinking of adding a note from her aunt so I'm glad you thought of it. ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 OK, great! Connie will head to the Tower next. The Opal Amulet will, probably, mitigate her weak WILLPOWER in this scene. Checks for the tower. ATHLETICS: 36/46 pass (after 46/20 fail to gain a bonus from her BULGING BRAVERY). CHARISMA (assuming the ghostly enchanter has a FAT FETISH): 75/84, pass. WILLPOWER: 03 / 20 (surprise pass). This is going to be a charisma check to charm the ghost, a willpower check to resist a spell of insatiable appetite, and I’m not sure why an athletics check, as she’s not planning to fight – maybe there’s a lot of stairs… * The next morning, Connie awoke to a stream of golden sunlight splashing her face, instead of the tinny rattle of her gnomish alarm clock assaulting her ears. She savoured the last bit of her dream – in which she’d relived a memorable diplomatic adventure involving a wealthy merchant hand-feeding her an entire platter of thickly-spread fruit scones. “Mmm!” Connie moaned happily. “Fruit scones!” Perhaps she would have two or three for breakfast! There was a half a tray left over, after all, from yesterday when the wood golem had tried to stuff her senseless… Oddly, once Connie wrapped herself in a blanket against the draughty chill of the castle bedroom, she found the tray of scones on the table was entirely empty. There was just a trail of crumbs between it and the bed. “Hmmph!” Connie scolded the still-tied-up wood golem. “Did you eat all my scones overnight?” Connie has binged on fattening scones in her sleep! Roll CON to avoid weight gain. FAST METABOLISM (91, 63) / 66, pass, although Connie’s metabolism is pushed to its limit… At least all the metabolic work kept her nice and warm during the chilly night. Connie’s tummy rumbled at the lack of breakfast in bed. The knightess sighed, and set about her morning routine. Well, actually she first of all took a moment to reflect on her vavoom figure in the full length mirror. Oh well: between her very large, creamy breasts, her full hips, shapely bottom, and sexily-plush lower tummy, she could probably survive a morning without any breakfast at all, if absolutely necessary! The Countess washed, primped, styled, and then squeezed herself into a tummy-cupping white lace suspender set and matching bra from the armoire, underneath the white jodhpurs and black chiffon shirt she’d selected yesterday before the wood golem’s attack. The wood golem itself was still tied to the table. The mannequin looked up as Connie approached, but it looked less menacing in the morning light. In fact, it seemed positively friendly now that Connie had introduced herself as per Aunt Kelly’s instructions – instructions that, Connie grumbled, would have been more helpful had Aunt Kelly placed her letter somewhere Connie might have actually read the thing before needing its contents. Anyway, Connie rubbed her sore bruises and then untied the golem. It looked happy to be free again… “A diplomatic success!” Connie thought. She also instructed the mannequin to change into some riding leathers, as its spooky white dress was creeping her out. Pleasingly, the golem did as Connie instructed – something Connie made a mental note of, in case it should come in handy later. Then, with her tummy still rumbling hungrily, Connie headed to the stables to check on her horse. She saw to his food and grooming, and scolded him for the way he snorted with disgruntlement at Connie’s suddenly fatter – and heavier – appearance. “Huh! It’s not like I’m wearing plate mail, is it?” Connie told her grumbling horse. “In fact, you have nothing to complain about, Mister! I’m still lighter than a male knight… Well, most of them! And, I’m definitely thinking about going on a diet! A strict… Well, fairly strict diet. After today, that is – I’m starving, and today I’m expecting to meet a feeder! And you know how much I enjoy using my appetite and figure to tease the feeders of this world! Well, of the next world, in this case, but that’s just a detail.” Ignoring the parting snort from her horse, Connie departed the stable and crossed the castle courtyard to the tall, octagonal tower. It was the oldest part of the castle, predating the adjoining keep of which it now formed one crumbling corner. Connie had a hard time shoving open the entrance door in the keep’s basement, because it was partially blocked by fallen wooden beams and debris from a now-collapsed ground-level floor. Granite steps spiralled upwards between the tower’s inner and outer walls, and Connie began the steep ascent. Soon, she was panting and sweating from exertion. She hadn’t expected so many steps! Fortunately, not all of her Fat Camp exercise had been undone by yesterday’s vastly-fattening, magical pumpkin pie, and she reached the top with enough energy left to push open the iron door to a dusty study. “Hello?” Connie called out. “Is anyone there?” There was no reply. What there was, however, was cake. A vast, huge chocolate cake. Bigger than any that Connie had ever seen – and the Countess had ploughed her way through a lot of lavish banquets in her time! The colossal cake, freshly made, moist, and aromatic, occupied a twenty-inch wide porcelain platter, and towered fully nine inches high, in multiple layers stuck together with thick sauce and cream. And there was one spoon. One very big spoon. Connie licked her lips involuntarily, and felt a massive surge of hunger! Her immense appetite would not be denied! Eat! Connie heard the instruction, echoing around the tower’s highest room. The knightess leapt to the table, to dig in, insatiably, with zero regard for her ability to mount a horse, let alone for her figure! But then, at the last moment, as Connie unhinged her jaw to devour the first, immense spoonful of the irresistible cake, she was forced to pause by an unexpected sight: a glitter of sparkling, rainbow light, reflecting from the silver spoon in her hand, and coming from the opal amulet around her neck. The amulet! Aunt K had said it would help her to – um, think, Connie – um, to resist a spell of gluttony! “Oh, no! Dammit!” Connie groaned. The chocolate cake was irresistible. It was, in fact, even more irresistible than yesterday’s pumpkin pie – the pumpkin pie with the puissant enchantment which had made Connie gain nearly forty pounds in one sitting! The vast cake looked even more delicious! And yet, Connie knew, now, that it was ensorcelled with dangerous magic, and she must draw on all her reserves of self-control and willpower – little though the gorgeous blonde diplomat possessed of either – if she was to keep herself “slim” enough to ever escape this tower! “This cake is so good!” Connie cried. “But I mustn’t! Or else it will absolutely ruin my figure!” “Dammit!” Connie thought. She loved food! But she also loved being able to mount a horse and go on adventures. In one corner of the octagonal study, Connie noticed the curtains twitch. “Aha! So that’s where the ghost of the enchanter is hiding!” Connie thought to herself. “Well, felicitously for me, I really know how to tease a feeder! And frankly, incorporeal ghost or not, this one is about to get a raging hard-on for days! I’ll soon have him eating out of my hand… And all I’ll need to do to get him there is a little bit of eating, myself! So I guess it’s a good thing I skipped breakfast!” Connie stood up from the table, and set down her spoon with a massive effort of willpower. Then she turned and struck a dramatic pose, showing a side-view of herself to the ghost’s hiding place, and revealing just how very tightly her full curves were crammed into her straining jodhpurs and shirt! “Oh, I so love chocolate cake.” Connie declared theatrically. “But I simply mustn’t eat a single crumb! For I have put on a little weight lately, and if a single bite of dessert passes my lips I fear I will certainly pop a button!” Connie patted her tightly-packed curves. Mmm! The very thought of eating delicious food until she popped a button turned her on! But: had she guessed correctly that it would turn on the ghost of Quartius the enchanter? [Passed CHA check.] “And you wouldn’t want me to gorge myself like a helpless fatty until I pop a button now? Would you, Quartius the enchanter?” Connie sprang forwards, and yanked the curtains open! She’d advanced alluringly across the room as she’d talked, so anyone hiding behind it would have little chance to escape her! Behind the curtain, too slow to slip backwards through the wall as Connie exposed the hiding place, was an apparition! It was the ghost! A misty white figure, as tall as Connie, and wearing a toga of ancient style. It must be Quartius the enchanter! Quartius looked… Shocked? Not expecting Connie to act as she had? Nope, that wasn’t it… Connie knew that look, as the ghost tried to seep backwards through the wall. It was embarrassment, with just a hint of shyness. Oh yeah: Connie had seen that look many times from young men whom she’d caught watching her undress from some spot they’d thought was well-concealed! Heh! Chalk up one more of those! Undead, this time! Connie spoke quickly, and very, very confidently. “One of the perks of diplomatic training!” Connie explained. “They teach you how to spot hiding places. Curtains are number one…” The Countess licked her lips, lustfully. The ghost of Quartius the enchanter froze in place, perhaps blushing, although it was hard to tell given that he was made of white fog. “Anyway, let’s do introductions!” Connie said, without offering the ghost any alternative. “My name is Countess Contoura Decolletage. But my friends call me Connie… And I hope that you will soon be one of those friends, Quartius!” Connie poked a finger at the ghost, and continued. “Now. I have inherited this castle from my Aunt Kelly. Which means, since you haunt my castle, we really ought to respect one another and get along! And I think we will, if you listen to my offer in a moment. But first.” Connie put on her most cut-glass, posh accent, which she had mastered for use in domination scenarios… “You have been a very naughty boy!” The ghost of Quartius the Enchanter stood speechless, seemingly torn between shame and arousal. Exactly how Connie liked her feeder subs… Connie patted her tummy and hips. Both bulged in her snug white jodhpurs. “I am a knightess and diplomat – and at a very thin-preferring court, I’ll have you know! You, despite that, set out a trap of magical pumpkin pie, so potent that it overcame even my famous self-control and dietary discipline…” Connie lied outrageously, but there was no need for Quartius to know that. “And caused me to gain almost forty pounds in one sitting! You made me so fat that I burst the seams of my favourite leather leggings from crotch to calf! You could have caused me to suffer the humiliation of a Fat Audit! Most noble ladies in my court would lose their position if they popped a button as badly as I did yesterday! I trust you feel suitably ashamed with yourself?” Connie licked her lips as the ghost nodded. He looked thrilled to have the company of a curvaceous, living woman, even one who was tormenting him, rather than the other way around. “However!” Connie continued more sympathetically, continuing to caress her figure as she did so. “Fortunately for you, I am a woman who looks very, very good with a few added pounds! And so, as an alternative to a humiliating Fat Audit, I expect I will only have to submit to a private dinner with the Prince, who will instead punish me in person with a long spanking session, after forcing me to eat the most enormous dinner imaginable until I have quite a tummy ache! Can you imagine that, Quartius?” The enchanter’s ghost nodded enthusiastically. “Hmm. I’ll bet you can.” Connie remarked. The countess looked longingly at the chocolate cake. She was sure she had the ghost hooked on thoughts of Connie’s gluttonous appetite, and of how much fattening food she could pack away if she was persuaded to become a regular visitor to the castle. So it was time to make her proposal of friendship… “I’m not an unreasonable woman, Quartius. It’s true I can’t afford to put on very much more weight, or else, even with my charms, I shall struggle to avoid losing my career to a Fat Audit. However… I’m also a woman who very much loves to eat! You know the sort of thing I mean: lazy days, grazing constantly on snack after snack, tart after tart, candied fruit, plenty of mead and milk, and countless trips to the buffet for lunch and dinner on top of a big breakfast; or saving my appetite for a whole day, so I can gorge immensely until my corset-string snaps! I love doing both, so long as the food is delicious! And I’ve seldom tasted food so delicious as your pumpkin pie… “But what would I get in return for the pounds and inches I might gain, Quartius?” The ghost looked thoughtful. Connie made a suggestion. “My Aunt Kelly said that you taught her a little bit of useful magic, in return for her friendship. So perhaps we could have a similar arrangement? You could teach me a cantrip or two, and in return…” Connie picked up the spoon of chocolate cake, and licked a crumb with the tip of her tongue “… In return, I could sample a little of this decadent dessert you’ve set out. Oh, and as much mundane but delicious food as I can cram down. Which is a lot, by the way. Afterwards, you can watch me rub my belly as I digest the feast… And then, if I like the cantrips, or whatever else you teach me, and you haven't made me too fat, perhaps I’ll allow you to watch me pleasure myself! Does that sound like an appealing offer, Quartius?” Anticipating that the answer would be a yes, and drooling over the luxurious chocolate cake of which she planned to eat just a little, Connie unpopped the buttons of her jodhpurs in preparation for a fattening afternoon. * * ulvrik 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flyer33 Posted October 9, 2020 Author Share Posted October 9, 2020 On 10/7/2020 at 3:52 PM, Batman76 said: Oh this is awesome. I think malin and venija should have a mountain range or something between them I think that it's time for Connie to level up btw Excellent! I'll add Venija and Malin to the map at some point. Opposite sides of a mountain range. On the mainland, I think? * Connie will enjoy levelling up! This means she gets some down-time - which is convenient, because she's getting married, as well as finishing her visit to her castle, which all probably take time. Shall we advance the plot by, say, 4 months, during which she gains a level with the effects below? (If there are any more adventuring decisions for Connie to deal with before this, e.g. Wedding-related, I'll use her Level 1 stats. But it probably make sense to pause her adventuring while she's busy.) - Half way through her pregnancy, Connie has gained 4 FAT points, due to eating for two! - From levelling up, Connie has gained 1 FAT point - due to allowing her new husband to spoil her rotten with cream teas from his dairy estates. - Connie's FAT score is now 30, and her weight is 209 lbs. Almost fifteen stone of hungry blonde diplomat! Connie is borderline obese - but the curvy knightess carries it very well... - On levelling up, Connie gains +15 WILLPOWER (she knows she's going to have to put her mind to dieting at some point, or else she'll be too fat to ride her horse on adventures!), +10 ATHLETICS, and +5 CONSTITUTION (as she attempts to keep at least some fitness, with pregnancy exercises.) She takes -20 ATH and CON due to gaining 5 FAT POINTS (with the BIG MILKERS feat) - Lord Syrup has now headed East with his brigade. (Quite possibly to muster at Heavenlight.) He has left instructions for his heir to be named after one of his ancestors: Honey (if female), or Korn (if male) - hence Honey Syrup or Korn Syrup. - Connie has gained the following FAT FEATS (and she already has: FAST METABOLISM, CRUMBS IN BED, BIG MILKERS [24], BULGING BRAVERY [24]) IT’S ALL MUSCLE (26): Advantage on ATHLETICS to exercise; -5 to resist overeating. Connie's fast metabolism comes along with a firm, muscular physique when she gains weight - albeit concealed under her thickly voluptuous curves. She passes her Con check so no other feat gained. NATURAL BREEDER (28): Connie is as fertile as the Principality’s bounteous farmland. She fails a WILLPOWER check and gains another feat - #12 (Harmless Fatty), which she's OK with... HARMLESS FATTY (28): Connie’s fellow knights, especially Cara, believe that the blonde diplomat has let herself get too fat to fight. But while Connie’s immense boobs certainly get in the way, she can still handle a sword… A bit. ADVANTAGE on disguise checks and CHARISMA checks to convince an NPC the PC is helpless are rolled as if the NPC has the "FAT FETISH" tag. BIG BONED (30): With all the weight the knightess has been piling on, Connie thanks her lucky stars that her body can handle it without too much difficulty! After all, a "good deal" of the dairy foods she's been indulging in seem to have gone to building strong, healthy bone and muscle - as well as boobage. "this PC says they aren't fat and to a degree they're right. Until they hit OBESE/30 FAT POINTs they take no ATHLETICS or CONSTITUTION damage per FAT point and take half ATHLETICS or CONSTITUTION damage per FAT point from then on." * I believe BIG BONED does not apply retrospectively. Assuming not, Connie reaches her current weight (209 lbs, FAT 30), with -24 ATHLETICS and CON relative to her initial stats. I think I will interpret it this way - i.e. if Connie loses weight and regains, she will not suffer stat loss up to 30 FAT, but her broad shoulders and heavier frame have only just started to develop. She's now very voluptuous and is starting to have broad shoulders to balance out her huge tits! Still looks fat though! Connie fails a WILL save and gains another FAT FEAT: 12 (no - repeat), 19 GUILTY CONSCIENCE (Hmm, OK - that can work with Connie's new concern about getting too fat to mount her horse and seduce men who don't have a FAT FETISH). GUILTY CONSCIENCE (30): the PC knows they need to be dieting and exercising, they're out of shape and their health is starting to go. Anytime the PC fails a WILLPOWER check to avoid over eating, they take a 5 point penalty to all WILLPOWER checks the rest of the day out of guilt. - Connie's stats are now: ATHLETICS 36, CONSTITUTION 41, INTELLIGENCE 20, WILLPOWER 35, CHARISMA 94 for NORMY and 114 for FAT FETISH Hit Points: 53 ALSO (!), Connie can improve a character bond. - Connie gains "Opal Amulet" (minor): +10 to a WILLPOWER save, 1/week. * After levelling up, Connie decides she needs to dedicate 2 weeks to diet and exercise, to try to stop herself becoming too fat to go on adventures... After all, although the wedding preparation was fun, and she loved every moment of the wedding (during which she didn't burst seams on her fabulous wedding dress until late in the evening, in private, when her new husband fed her slice after slice of creamy wedding cake until the outfit could take no more), her bulging curves are drawing stares, and her back is starting to ache terribly... WILLPOWER: 56 / 35. Alas, Connie just can't keep away from the cream teas! ATHLETICS (IT'S ALL MUSCLE): (71, 15) / 36 pass! Connie regains a bit of fitness, and her physical stats are now: ATHLETICS 37, CONSTITUTION 42. * Now, what adventure could Connie have next? - Private Tutoring for the Count's sexually inexperienced son and his new wife? - More time to study the cantrips which the ghost of Quartius the Enchanter tried to explain... - ? ulvrik and Batman76 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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