D&D Style WG Story

[ulvrik]

Name: Sammarisa

Race: Nymph

Class: Cleric

Age: Unknown (Looks about 29)

Height: 5 feet, 7 inches

Starting Weight: 128 lbs

Current Weight: 128 lbs

Hit points: 15

ATHLETICS: 30+5=35

CONSTITUTION: 35-15+10=30

INTELLIGENCE: 50

WILLPOWER: 30+20-5=45

CHARISMA:  50+10+15=75

FAT-FETISH    1/.  NORMIE: 20

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

FAT FEATS: Obesity Loves Company, Natural Breeder.

Sammarisa is a nymph cleric in the sevice of Aja, Goddness of nature, that has grown tired to watch her forest alone on the countryside and has decided to make her dream come true, making a harem and Family just for her, that she can care for and nourish for her and her goddness sake, and to keep her company no less XD. so now she has decided to look for sutible partners to join her dream. With their own will perfereble but if magic is needed to convince them, that is she will do to make it happend, as long she and her goddness gets what they want.

She longs to spoil those who will join her harem, and has fantasy about to make them huge, fluffy and round, as in her thinking the bigger they are, the more is it to love and nature always encurage growth in all ways. She usual is very motherly instinctive to those she meet, and if they get closer to her, she start slowly but surly to dot on them.

She is rather beautiful in a alien way, her hair is a mane of green with dark leaves in it, her skin is dark brown, over her rather hourglass form she wears a dark blue dress that shows a lot of her curves

Keyword: Caring, motherly, lustful, horny, honest

[flyer33]

1 hour ago, maxis192 said:

Jalyka Kyrosdottir

Oo, I like Jalyka...

I have a couple of thoughts, from when I was looking at the giantess rules.

1. It seems thematically sensible for ATH and CON to exceed 100 for giantesses. Mechanically, it would mean they have a high chance of success even when facing substantial penalties (including, indeed, penalties from a high FAT score). However, the chargen rules suggest starting stats are capped at 80... In order to have some dramatic chance of failure, I suggest that rolls over 80 should be fails even if the stat is higher. (?? @>_< 0_0)

2. There's an equivalent issue with zero willpower. I suggest starting Attributes should be raised up to a minimum of 10. (People should avoid egregious min-maxing with this.)

3. One of the signature abilities of giantesses is that they can tank more weight gain than other characters. Mainly due to height. Since Jalyka is of human height, I suggest you add a giant-blooded racial ability: "Character BMI is calculated as 50% of the human value" - in other words, she weighs twice as much as a human with the same BMI due to huge width and muscle bulk. This would mean she gets an initial weight of 338 lbs, and is allowed 13 lbs per FAT Point. 

4. For giantesses, I was thinking that the size of a "dish" in my Eating Contest rules would increase with the character's racial height-squared. Since giantesses are about 2x as tall as a human, and a "dish" is enough food to potentially gain 1 lb for a human character, it would be enough to potentially gain 4 lbs for a giantess. This would mean giantesses can eat vast quantities (which is fair and as intended, I think), but also that they are equally vulnerable as humans to gaining BMI from gorging to their limit (actually more vulnerable due to interaction with other game-mechanical effects, but I think this is also intended by the setting). If @>_< 0_0 likes this idea, it might be a good idea to give giant-blooded characters the same 2x multiplier as in item #3 (above) - i.e. a "dish" for her is enough to potentially gain 2 lbs. 

[maxis192]

I expected the rolls to be capped... otherwise it's gamebreaking^^ but I was waiting for the caps to be announced
concerning min-maxing: I rolled 88, 84, 82, 61, 7 🤷‍♂️

good idea with a racial trait... but i would make it a bit less extreme... my approach would be:

"Giant Blooded: all weight above 20 fat points only counts half towards additional fat points and stomach capacity is doubled."

increasing her initial weight of 26 FatPoints from 169 --> 208 pounds

[>_< 0_0]

So I just got my first full night of sleep in a week (in my own bed too) and have awoken at the crack of noon to find five fully-crafted character sheets (not counting the Australian entry, though it is delightful, is formatted different). I was going to cap the party at four members… but against my better judgment we’ll have all five!

This is my first-ever attempt at being a DM. I’ve seen others do it and it looks simple enough. I’ll even have some maps posted later when the time comes. For now, I need to eat as I write the story’s beginning. It’s gonna be composed of very brief snippets; brief reactions are encouraged! Brb in about 1 hour

[ulvrik]

cant wait 😁

[Batman76]

Woot!

[>_< 0_0]

The Story Begins

Duke Gelvin, sovereign ruler of the trading city of Woodridge, warily eyed his guests as they were escorted into the dining room one by one. The first guest was through the double doors even now, flanked by the duke's most senior housemaids, and announced by his doorman.

"Her eternal majesty, the Countess of Sturmvale, Aurelia," announced the doorman before he and the maids withdrew to the hallway beyond.

Gelvin's breath stilled at the sight of the serene features of the dhampir beauty -- for such youthful looks could only belong to the eternally youthful night-spawn.

"Countess," he said neutrally. "Your reputation precedes you. What became of your duchy?"

"I could ask the same of yours," the recently-dethroned dhampir stole a seat at the opposite head of the table without prompting. "There's talk of a duke's ransom for whoever can assist you, though none know what you desire. I'm here to learn why."

Gelvin was saved the discomfort of explaining she must wait for the rest of the guests by his doorman and maids bringing the second guest -- but did his eyes deceive him, or was there a third housemaid?

"Fifi Descateux," the doorman paused to search for more descriptive words. "Housemaid for hire."

"Housemaid?" Aurelia sneered as she plucked the nearest wine glass. "We have plenty of those here, don't we, Duke? And they're better-dressed. This one's uniform needs to be let-out around her chest before she causes a scene."

"The trick is to avoid clothing with buttons," Fifi grinned wide, dimples on full display as she took a seat beside the dhampir with a dangerous bounce in her bosom. "I highly recommend you do the same, one buxom woman to another."

"This wine... it is not enough for me to withstand this indignity," Aurelia rolled her eyes. "If you refill my cup, I will ignore your slight."

Again the doorman approached, a third guest in tow. This guest was more rugged than the others, dressed in tight leathers like the assassins in the king's employ -- although she was so tall she could hardly be said to be stealthy. This woman was a drow, near two heads taller than the average man.

"Zaiva Nixux, sellsword for hire."

Aurelia snickered. "More like sell-knife."

"Can I call your Zaiva?" asked Fifi. "My name's Fifi. I love your outfit, by the way."

"Same," the drow replied as she sat beside the housemaid and adjusted her tail to fit herself on the small seat. "I like your tits."

Suddenly, a heavyset barbarian woman barged through the door without warning.

"Am I late?" she asked breathlessly. "Sorry..."

"Ahem," said the doorman as he brushed past the disturbance. "Jalyka Kyrosdottir, half-giant. And may I present the nymph cleric Sammarisa."

"Hello," said the nymph lightly. "It's so good to see everyone."

"Likewise," Duke Gelvin stood from his seat, glass in hand. "Ladies, now that you're all here, I must be brief and quick. You have all answered the call for assisting me in a subject that is most confidential: my daughter is missing. Granted, she is known to be gone for days at a time, but she was last seen entering a house on the town square known to be inhabited by a questionable sorceress. I've sent numerous individuals inside to inquire her whereabouts, but none have left the house. If you retrieve my daughter, the reward shall be a years salary, a grant of land, and knighthood. Please, indulge with me in the dinner prepared for you. We can speak of details of your payment before you begin tomorrow morning.

(Everyone roll a 1d4 to see how many plates you eat for dinner. Each plate = 1 pound. Next roll CONSTITUTION to see if you overstuff. Next roll CHARISMA to get a better deal -- with disadvantage if you roll 4 or overstuff)

 

[flyer33]

Awesome, I can practically smell the over-rich food the Duke is stuffing them with! 

Fifi devours 2 plates, for 2 pounds of weight gain (to 137 lbs), since she fails her 30% CON check (I think that's what the CON check is for). But she passes her disadvantaged CHA check, having only allowed two dollops of cream to land indecorously on her bulging boobs, and quickly scooped them clean!

"Aha! Zis cream, it is so fresh, and the pastries so fluffy that they shall surely not put an ounce onto me! I must get ze recipe!" Fifi exclaimed in admiration. "Perhaps --- Oops!"

Fifi Desgateaux quickly scooped a finger to collect the dollop of clotted cream that had fallen from her spoon onto the upper slope of her right boob. Fortunately she was quick about it, and it was only the second such little spillage she'd had during the entire, splendid meal, and nobody seemed to really notice or object. 

"... Just one more 'elping!" Fifi reached for a bit more. Mindful, of course, not to overeat, since she would soon have to make a trip to town, to a tower which might have stairs to climb. And climbing stairs on a too-full tummy was something Fifi sought to avoid. So it was a pity her stomach was beginning to feel rather bloated, and make her tight little black dress ride up. But just one more scoop wouldn't hurt! She reached for some, and leaned over to chat to Duke Gelvin - making sure to lean so her breasts were on maximum possible display as she did so.

"Your Grace, this repast is absolutely - BURP, pardon! - delicieux! I do hope that, in return for my assistance, you would consider letting me have the recipe for these pastries? The way they accompany the clotted cream and honey is simply, exquisite! I hope to one day serve zem in my own patisserie!" 

[ulvrik]

I agree flyer33 ^^ I´m looking so much forward to this

Sammarisa looks over the other ladies and start mesuring them with interest as she eat, not noticing how much so she eats. She eats 2 plates, gaining 2 pounds (weight 130 lbs now) and fail her CON check (rolled 84 against 30 yikes!) so she is overstuffed. She is so focused on the others lovely ladies, spec as Fifi drops the dollops of cream on her sexy boobs and herself overstuffed so she almost miss to get a better deal, as she doesn´t need land or knighthood, but maybe introduction for the higher nobility contact and extra money and roll disadvantage on CHA but succeeded (rolled 42 and 44 against 75) using her natural charm on the duke while fluttering with her long eyelashes at him.

(Oh! I forgot the cleric has spells to choose from!! If DM is ok I will choose healing and nature as my ground spell picks, and I was thinking she knows weight gain spell Grow and maybe High Appitite? based on the nature theme)

[Batman76]

A sorceress?

Could it be, here? Her prey at last? Before she could ask further details, a pretty maid appeared with a heavy plate of food. Aurelia was no longer harmed by silver but she still flinched as it was placed before her.

A year ago, the eternal Countess would have simply drained the comely maid who served her. But now, cursed to this hellishly alive form, she could no longer see the lifeblood in their veins. Nor would it feed the hunger in her belly, that could only be filled with food. 

Food like the rich roast beef and buttery mashed potatoes, swimming in juicy gravy. Like the rich red wine poured into the tall glass. Food that was making the small, frail seeming girl blush with desire.

Aurelia knew she should resist.

With taste returned to her and centuries of no restraint informing her habits, Aurelia was up an unthinkable eight pounds since her unslaying. And while her slender, innocent ingenue look was maintained, the gingers bodice was noticeable tight. Her small, subtle chest had already swelled into soft handfuls, skin shiny with growth, and she now had noticeable cleavage. Aurelia had been measured at a dress shop and found to be a C cup, large enough to require a bra for decency!

They were most inelegant, breasts were for peasants, a refined aristocrat of the night kept herself huntress lean. She must diet and maintain her ethereal beauty, lest she fail to seize back immortality and grow old, ugly and weak.

But she was very, very hungry. And clearly the slimmest in the room, that half giant's thighs were awfully beefy! It's not like a few plates would hurt her glorious form!

So, the dhampir tucked in and ate. And ate. And ate...

Aurelia rolls a 4. Aurelia fails her con roll and will gain four pounds, bringing her to 117lbs.

As she gorged herself, utterly losing track of how much she was eating, Aurelia began reflexively plotting on wrapping this duke around her little finger. His daughter was lost and he had no heir, obviously a "young" wife like herself was in order. With his duchy's knights, she'd soon rebuild her kingdom of terror. Even reduced to mortal dregs as she was, she was still the fairest of them all.

Although granted, not by as much as usual. The huge breasted maid was attractive in an undignified, cow like way if you liked head sized udders. Which Aurelia didn't. And both the Drow and the half giant were rather exotic, if far too tall. The nymph though, she was comely enough to keep as concubine when this Kingdom was rightfully Aurelia's.

She'd always wondered how nymph would taste and when her full fangs were returned to her, would be sure to do so... although she was feeling... Dreadfully full...

(Aurelia rolls 44 on resisting overstuffing, a critical failure)

Breathing, and oh how she hated having to do that again, was getting difficult given how tight her dress was. Cold sweat sprouted from her forehead, her mouth hanging open as she took small panting breaths. Each one made her bodice sigh as it's seams stretched, sending her ivory cleavage surging up.

The Blood Countess put a hand to her very sore tummy, finding a swollen and groaning orb there. The ginger ex vampire fumed, it was another reminder that after centuries of unchanging perfection, the winter of her youth was melting fast. She'd been given the eternal kiss on her nineteenth summer, but the ten years since Her unslaying had at last pushed her to her twentieth birthday. With her teenage metabolism failing, Aurelia was at last falling to the latent fat genes Her huge titted cow of a mother had given her. Unless she returned herself to the nights aristocracy soon,  she'd be a permanent pig!

"Pardon mademoiselle, a bit more cream wont hurt me!" The cow titted maid Fifi said, leaning past her and smashing her heaving udders into Aurelia face!

Before she could respond, her sharp ears caught a giggle of arousal from the nymph Sarasilla. Glaring back, and sucking her stomach in for all it was worth, Aurelia began plying for a better deal...

(Rolling with disadvantage: 33 (ohhhh I wish) and 37)

[ulvrik]

Batman76, you are a master on this 😍 i bow for your filling description!

[maxis192]

Jalyka, without the usual clothing pieces under her "armor"
(credits to sonoftarzan on deviantart, slightly modified by me in a rush)

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Not twice the curvy Giantblood needs to be invited. She even grabs a steak, with her bare hands, wields it above her head, gravy dripping on her face and lowers it into her hastily chewing mouth completely before even properly seated.

[Jalyka rolls 2d4=6, for being insatiable and she fills her plates with enough food to fill two plates, effectively eating 12 plates worth]

Eager to show off, she slides the contents of entire platters onto her plates and staples them all in front of her. Not common with such overly rich and fattening food options, she carelessly shovels delicious delicacies plate after plate with her left hand and a spoon in her her right, dripping enough creamy sauces, gravy and morsels into her cleavage and lap to feed a normal person and washing her feast down with wine as if it was water. Content with her pace she keeps eating happily and even shows "great" table maners by surpressing most of her burps.

[Jalyka rolls ATH with advantage to get advantage on CON: 8, 51 = YES; CON: 86, 91 - Jalyka overstuffs herself and gains the full 12 pounds(?)]

A few times she cleans the crumbs from her ample lap and swelling bosom to stand up and circle the table to collect more platters from its other ends to wolf down until she is completely stuffed and ready to fall into a food coma.

[Jalyka rolls CHA wis disadvantage due to overstuffing herself: 79, 87 and misses the whole option to bargain the deal]

With a satisfied smug smile and in blissful denial of the avalanch of calories besieging her metabolism now, she slouches on her chair, entirely sure to have demonstrated to be the most badass person in the room.

[datdaemon]

Incredibly sorry for how long this took, only woke up an hour ago 💀

 

Zaiva watched the food placed before her for a few seconds, eying it with an amount of suspicion healthy for someone raised in the treacherous drow city from which she hailed, first glancing over at each of her compatriots-to-be, and watching for early signs of poisoning, (and getting distracted by each of their forms). Growing rapidly impatient with the intoxicating smell entering her nostrils, Zaiva sighed as if to say "Ah what the hell" and took her first bite. Her eyes widened and she practically squealed as she took her first mouthful of a heavenly piece of roast pork, the flavor overwhelming to her, having been raised on bland fungal dishes her whole life.

The flavor! The texture! Zaiva had always heard surface food was so much sweeter, so much more...well...MORE than drow dishes but she just...simply was not prepared for how true the statement was. Zaiva tried to nod along with the conversation, but her ability to focus was hindered by her mind racing at the possibilities such flavors offered. This is SO unfair she thought to herself, My whole life I was raised on such meagre meals and meanwile the uplanders had such decadent foods freely available? Seeing how quickly her giant compatriot was eating, Zaiva decided to pick up the pace.

All thoughts of attempting conversation with her companions to be left her as she chowed down bite after bite after bite, plate after plate, and all of the conversation around her blending into background noise for her current heart's desire-another mouthful. her senses returning after a frenzied feast. When she came to, there were 4 (1d4=4) empty plates sitting before her. Zaiva was afraid to even groan from her pained stomach, lest she provoke an un-ladylike burp. She knew she overdid it, but it should be fine right? She could shed it off in the course of her work, easily! (Con roll 1d100=43/30 -failure). ...Perhaps not...

(Cha Roll Disav, d100=10, d100=51/80, success). Gathering her thoughts, and barely keeping her wandering eyes off of the bountiful chests of Fifi and Aurelia (And narrowly keeping her eyes off the table), Zaiva managed to work up the mental focus to assume the sultriest voice she could, and began "If you want the best, and I assure you at least, that I am, you can't skimp out on costs, after all, you get what you pay for, my dear..." Zaiva began her sales pitch, blisfully unaware of how comically far her overstuffed gut stuck.

[Batman76]

Lol, only Fifi has any modicum of restraint

[>_< 0_0]

“My oh me, by the gods and goddesses, this is the most ravishing display of fine dining I have ever seen!” Fifi declared with a satisfied pat of her now slightly-rounded belly.

”Quite,” the Duke replied neutrally. The housemaid sitting at his table used a broad, well-educated vocabulary fit for a noblewoman. He’d have inquired as such if not for the maid’s rather gruff etiquette. Surely she was born of lower stock — a merchant’s daughter, perhaps.

”You know…” Fifi remarked with a smart nip of her cheeks with a clean napkin. “You mentioned some rather generous rewards for when we rescue your daughter. But supposing instead of land, you hire me as one of your chefs? Food is my passion, and I simply must learn all I can from your staff — compliments to them, by the way.”

”That can be arranged,” he replied trying to avert his masculine gaze from the maid’s plunging cleavage canyon. “Especially for someone so… enthusiastic.”

“Um, I also enjoyed the food,” the nymph Samarissa raised her hand over her green-haired head, reminiscent of a youth. “And I was thinking — well, it feels odd to own land, don’t you think? I’d rather have the money to buy food with…”

”Of course,” the Duke replied.

”And if you have another party, may I be invited again? I love being with humans. This city is so fun and lively!”

”You have my w —“

They were interrupted by a clatter of fallen silverware. It seemed while they were negotiating payment, the buxom maid had carelessly reached across the table for more food and had wedged the dhampir’s head between her breasts!

”Oops!” Fifi giggled, oblivious to the woman’s muffled protests. “How silly of me!”

”Ugh!” Aurelia gasped. “Away from me, human swine! Fool of a maid!”

“Refrain from fighting at my table,” Duke Gelvin warned.

”But of course,” Aurelia replied, a strange flutter to her eyelashes. “Your every wish is my command…”

”And no orbiting the table,” Gelvin ignored the obvious attempt at flattery. “The help can provide what you need… Jalyka? Jalyka!”

”Mm?” The giant barbarian eyed him with a chicken bone sticking from her stuffed mouth (and bare flesh sticking from between strained buttons across her belly). “Oh, sorry, sorry!” she laughed with a full mouth. “Jus’ picking some noms…”

It was only as the barbarian settled back into her seat with a heavy grunt that he noticed the drow staring at him with her whitewashed eyes. “Ahem…” she began, disguising a soft belch. “If you want the best, and I assure you at least, that I am, you can't skimp out on costs, after all, you get what you pay for, my dear…”

And then the drow’s belt unclasped itself with a mighty pop!

”Oof…” the drow blinked. “What was that?”

”The signal for bed, I’m afraid,” Duke Gelvin replied, sensing it was time to cut negotiations short while the concessions were low. “Ladies, I wish you all luck for your expedition tomorrow morning. If you will follow my handmaiden, she will show you to your rooms upstairs. You will find your needs aptly fulfilled during your stay. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must retire.”

( @ulvrik as a nymph, your character has a Growth spell. Growth is applied to one target by touch. If successful, it will increase the appetite of the target, making them have to roll willpower with disadvantage every time food is found — which they will eat until stuffed if the check is failed. If you wish to cast this spell on someone as they sleep tonight, declare your target, roll for INTELLIGENCE with advantage to determine success. Whoever the target is, roll for ATHLETICS with disadvantage to determine if you wake up and catch her!

Everyone’s stomach capacities are reset to empty through the night.

Tomorrow we’re going to the sorceress mansion)

[flyer33]

26 minutes ago, Batman76 said:

Lol, only Fifi has any modicum of restraint

Lol! Fifi's boobs don't have any modicum of restraint, thanks to her low-cut dress, as Aurelia now knows all too well! 

3 hours ago, Batman76 said:

"Pardon mademoiselle, a bit more cream wont hurt me!" The cow titted maid Fifi said, leaning past her and smashing her heaving udders into Aurelia face!

 

15 minutes ago, >_< 0_0 said:

They were interrupted by a clatter of fallen silverware. It seemed while they were negotiating payment, the buxom maid had carelessly reached across the table for more food and had wedged the dhampir’s head between her breasts!

This is hilarious!  

[Batman76]

Got an idea: at night, in revenge, Aurelia wants to sneak into Fifi room, athletics, and charm her to over eat, Fifi needs to roll a willpower.

[datdaemon]

It begins! 😂

I also wanna ask if you want to give Zaiva her demon features or not, as you mentioned a tail in your writeup @>_< 0_0, I was under the impression I'd be using her as she started, without them. it's up to you as I'm fine either way.

[>_< 0_0]

16 minutes ago, Batman76 said:

Got an idea: at night, in revenge, Aurelia wants to sneak into Fifi room, athletics, and charm her to over eat, Fifi needs to roll a willpower.

I’ll allow it 😏 let’s say Aurelia has that hypno-effect that Dracula has in the old movies. Roll ATHLETICS for sneaking in, roll INTELLIGENCE for the hypno-effect. If @ulvrik’s character is also sneaking into Fifi’s room both of you roll CHARISMA to convince them there’s nothing to worry about and that the other can leave before proceeding. High roller on CHARISMA gets to stay if both pass. This’ll be good.

[>_< 0_0]

11 minutes ago, datdaemon said:

It begins! 😂

I also wanna ask if you want to give Zaiva her demon features or not, as you mentioned a tail in your writeup @>_< 0_0, I was under the impression I'd be using her as she started, without them. it's up to you as I'm fine either way.

Oh… I was rushed and skimmed her character description. Been thinking of Sammy-Upvotes art of thicc drows cause this is all I know about them.

[maxis192]

I think this is not a drow, but that World of Warcraft race... whats it called again? ah, Draenei... thx google!

[Batman76]

8 minutes ago, >_< 0_0 said:

I’ll allow it 😏 let’s say Aurelia has that hypno-effect that Dracula has in the old movies. Roll ATHLETICS for sneaking in, roll INTELLIGENCE for the hypno-effect. If @ulvrik’s character is also sneaking into Fifi’s room both of you roll CHARISMA to convince them there’s nothing to worry about and that the other can leave before proceeding. High roller on CHARISMA gets to stay if both pass. This’ll be good.

As a sorceress, she might roll charisma on that ability.

 

Anyway, athletics is a pass at 19, the other is a 14 so also a pass.

[datdaemon]

1 minute ago, >_< 0_0 said:

Oh… I was rushed and skimmed her character description. Been thinking of Sammy-Upvotes art of thicc drows cause this is all I know about them.

 I think Sammy's character isn't a drow but looks a lot like one? Drow are just dark elves, but they usually hail from deep underground

BUT by pure coincidence, Zaiva ended up with a tail (And more than 1 eventually) and horns anyway-if you want to see her canon art progression up to the point of retirement, I've got a gallery for it https://imgur.com/a/ydc26gX (There's also a post retirement and just pure fats gallery if people are interested)

[maxis192]

So when

5 minutes ago, datdaemon said:

There's also a post retirement and just pure fats gallery if people are interested

yup, interested 😇

Also... when Aurelia or Sammarisa is already busy with Fifi... the other one or Zaiva might find Jalykas door unlocked and that may or may not be intentional!

[datdaemon]

3 minutes ago, maxis192 said:

yup, interested 😇

https://imgur.com/a/52fXz4Q 😏

(NSFW warning)