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Perhaps a cat fight, or alpha b**** off will be on the not so distant horizon

Kyra had died and gone to heaven, or so she assumed. There wasn't really another explanation in her mind except that she had died, either in the prison, or in the previous room of the dungeon, because what was happening around her was inexplicable, and seemingly tailored to her own fevered fantasies. They were all fat. So soft, and delicate, so squishy and warm. So scantily clad. Roxanne and Haylie's athletic forms had softened, into utterly divine forms blessed with heaving bosoms. Maria had rounded out, but Lydia and Veronica, oh where to begin Lydia had one of the biggest butts she'd seen, but Veronica, oh by the gods Veronica. It was taking every last scrap of willpower she had to not lose herself in hedonism, so much so that she didn't notice that her overactive venom glands had started dribbling down her chin at the sight of it.

Candlelight glinted off of Kyras eyes as a plan began to form in her mind, a particularly devious one at that. She looked around at the forms of her newfound companions, and a grin crept onto her face. "I think I'll order the cake, actually. To share, of course. To good companions, to good sex, good food, and of course, to booty!"

Stat Changes 105 str (80 cap), 95 dex (cap 85), 74 con (Cap 70), 38 int, 33 wp, 75 cha (cap 80) Kyra groaned, groggily, clutching at her overful gut. Had it not been packed hard with the slop, she might have noticed her prominent abs were buried under new layers of softness. Her body, once finely honed was beginning to develop some serious curves. Her once loose skirt was pulled tight over her already prominent posterior and her already tight top was beginning to struggle to contain her generous bosom. If she noticed her stuffed gut hanging over her skirt, in an unbecoming muffintop that would wobble and bounce as she walked, she would have been frankly embarrassed, but in her current state, she was too full for rational thought. All she could think of was sleep...and how frankly cute all of her companions to be were becoming... Kyra slowly waddled from the feeding chamber to her cell, letting loose an unladylike belch, uncaring of decorum or standards, and fell into her food coma almost instantly, awaiting the guards to drag her out to her new adventure.

Kyra Yusuf 108 str (80 cap), 93 dex (cap 85), 76 con (Cap 70), 38 int, 32 wp, 75 cha (cap 80) 13 FP Major feat: Insatiable, Minor feats: Natural Athlete, Fast Gainer x1, Hard Gainer x1, 2x Sweet Tooth, 2x Energised by Eating Race; Snake Blooded: +10 dex, +5 dex cap. 13 FP, 1 stack of slow metabolism, one stack of hard gainer Can make poison Class: Swashbuckler Weight: 228 lbs (Mostly muscle) A tall woman, chained to the wall by her muscular arms rouses from the commotion, dressed in some torn, drab grey prison garb, that barely covers her ample bosom, and stretches over her curvaceous hips con success! Kyra is well used to sparse rations from her time on the high seas. "Heh, you knife eared pigs trying to break me? Kyra Yusuf, future queen of the seas? Not likely, HAH! I'll never squeal on my crew" Standing up into the light of her dim cell, her pretty olive skinned face becomes more visible, and her fanged grin is revealed, as she begins to walk as far as she can, chained as she is. "By the laws of the sea, that treasure is ours now! You'd better pray you've released me before my crew finds out, else The Serpent's Kiss will have a new figurehead! Hah!"

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"Show us Janilla, and the Duke's daughter!" Zaiva stated "And then show us the route to get there, from here!" She said, smugly, sure she'd found an easy solution to the problem facing the group

"Oho? And what manner of strange magic is this?" Zaiva utters, reaching out to touch the inscription, not breaking eye contact with the entity in the mirror. "Pray tell, are you the entity with which those guards made contact? Or merely some hitherto unknown mirror inhabitant? What is your name, and your purpose here?" she questioned, stepping slightly to the side, to allow her companions more view

Zaiva wishes to groom herself in front of the mirror, and will preen her hair while doing so!

Zaiva breathed a sigh of relief to be out of the deathtrap spa, though she involuntarily shivered. The temperature of that spa was kinda nice to her, after all... She sighed again, wringing her thoroughly soaked, waist length hair out, water dripping everywhere, looking around the room as she did. (Int 50/55, narrow pass!)

Zaiva begins to sprint as fast as her current shape will let her, before leaping at the now stuck Aurelia, (Athletics 6/75) clambering up her, and leaping once again to the opening of the attic, briefly losing her grip, (84/19 under 75, Athletics) grabbing on once again before she fell, hanging precariously, Zaiva began to attempt to open up the attic with her free hand, hanging perilously from the other.

(Intelligence 87/55, failure), Rather than searching for parts of the puzzle, Zaiva begins looking for high points in the room that she could climb on to avoid the bloating deluge!

Zaiva dodged nimbly out of the way! (Athletics 69/75)...Or she thought she did. She found she had in fact, not moved from the spot. She tried once more, and found that, in fact she had just fallen to her knees. Zaiva tried to will herself to move (Willpower 84/20, failure) Zaiva's INSATIABLE libido keeping her rooted firmly to the spot. Her subconcious screamed danger at her, screamed at her to move, but Zaiva merely clasped her hands and began a prayer to the Queen of Succubi and closed her eyes, as the succubi approached. Relief was coming, and soon, so would she.

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Long after Aurelia had dried up, Zaiva kept up the work with her tongue, and her still nimble fingers working their magic eagarly on Aurelia, the countess melting at her touch. Something about turning this domineering, once powerful woman to putty amused and aroused Zaiva such that she felt compelled to see how far she could push it, how far she could push HER, and so, Zaiva licked and suckled and massaged away, watching Auralia's expressions like a hawk. Zaiva scarcely noticed her coin purse grow lighter, as her hips grew equally heavier (9 coins becomes 9 lbs, taking Zaiva up to 26 fat points, earning her new fat feats, and a heftier behind). Something about this whole situation kicked her libido and appetite into an even larger spiral, wildly out of control. ___________ Current weight: 249 lbs weight per fat point: 9 lbs Eating Capacity=6+2D4 dishes Fat Feats Natural Athlete, River in Egypt, Blessed Hourglass, Insatiable (2x), Accidental Awakener, Sweet Tooth, Hefty Stomach WEIGHT MODIFIERS TO ATTRIBUTES: ATH: +0 CON: -14 INT: +0 WILL: 0 CHA: +10 (normies) +13 (Fat fetishists) FAT POINTS: 26, Overweight New Fat Feats: Hefty Stomach: +1 Capacity Insatiable: +1d4 capacity when eating, more libidinous and hungry ___________________