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  1. It is an item of Batman76 the DM’s creation. Only the two of us know what it’s truly capable of. I rolled a couple times to see if Kayla would notice something was off about it, but this is the first successful one
  2. It’s just water weight. Nothing to worry about; nothing at all.
  3. What websites did you read these on? That will help narrow it down
  4. I wrote another 😏 by the way, Okitraz is a real place. I was deployed there for two years, if you could call it that. “Anyway,” Kayla winced as she heard the faint sound of a whip smacking something soft. ”Don’t worry about that,” Abarra chuckled. “They’re just having some fun. Culla knew what she was getting into being caught cheating on her diet.” ”That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about…” ”You must be wondering if the captain loves you. Aww,” Abarra flexed hard against the wheel as she forced the Mead Boat through a coastal wave. “You know how demon-bloods crave intimacy…” ”I do now, but that’s not quite it. It’s… hard to put into words.” ”Why don’t you come closer while you clear your head?” ”I think I will do that, yes.” Kayla didn’t hesitate to approach the strong, red warrior, nor did she pause to press her body against Abarra’s front. The half-demoness was firm as a punching bag, but her rubied skin was warm and inviting, and she was tall enough for Kayla’s head to nestle comfortably under her large breasts. ”I noticed,” Abarra sighed. “That in spite of your stiff, elven dignity, you have a softer side. That’s something we have in common.” ”I — I mean, you do?” ”Well, when you’re taller and stronger than most anyone you meet, you can’t help but feel unthreatened and protective,” Abarra rubbed the back of the dark elf’s head and teased her ear to make it flick. ”Um, I remembered what I wanted to ask you.” ”What, then?” ”Balla keeps making Culla diet and mocks her for being too fat.” ”As she should.” ”Well… why? I used to think she was serious, but now I’m not so sure…” (Rolled CHARISMA: 71, FAIL) ”You worry too much, dainty elf,” Abarra patted her head for emphasis. “Let Culla worry about her diet struggles; she never was disciplined like me… and as for you, why you’re the smallest of all of us. You have nothing to worry about.” Kayla listened absently to her soft, soothing words, but she was more focused on casting a spell on the unsuspecting woman without being caught. With her arms wrapped tightly about her firm waist, she thought intensely of her own scandalously-bulbous behind and squeezing its fatty contents into her unsuspecting victim. (Rolled INTELLIGENCE: 63, PASS; Kayla has lost 1 POUND for a total of 134) It was done. Kayla had successfully slipped some of her unwanted fluff into Abarra’s muscles form. She couldn’t tell where it had all gone, but she liked to think that what could have been a sharp intake of breath was, in fact, a hint of expansion. ”Do I look fat?” Kayla peered through Abarra’s generous cleavage to look expectantly into the woman’s eyes. (Rolled CHARISMA: 46, PASS) ”Weren’t you listening? I said you were the smallest of us,” even as Abarra said it, Kayla could feel the tickle of her claws brushing down her back to grope her butt. “But since you asked, you’ve definitely filled-out since we first met.” ”I’m getting fat,” Kayla stiffened as she felt herself being squeezed. ”There’s a difference between gaining and getting fat,” Abarra slapped her cheek lightly to make her flutes relax and soften. “For example, I work hard to add muscle, as you see, but there’s no trace of fat on me — not one ounce.” (Rolled INTELLIGENCE: 54 with two doubles! PASS. Rolled 2 1d4’s: 3, 2 = 5 pounds. Kayla has lost 5 POUNDS for a total of 129, losing 1 FAT POINT for a total of 23) As Kayla whispered the curse under her breath, she heard a faint rumbling from deep within Abarra’s hard abdomen. Meanwhile, she felt herself lighten, her thighs shrinking away from each other. When she glanced down, she noticed her belly had flattened and had the slightest hint of definition. Abarra’s, meanwhile, had suddenly sprouted a subtle ring of flab around her navel. It only covered a bit more than an inch in any direction, but was outright shocking to see on such a firm frame. ”Hey,” Abarra cooed. “Relax. I’m just petting you.” Kayla’s heart was pounding, for she knew she had pushed the spell too far too fast. If she cast it again, she risked being discovered. Best to not cast on Abarra again — not for awhile yet. ”So you think I’m not getting fat?” Kayla blushed. “Growing strong like you would be nice, but elves are not meant to be big.” ”Why not?” Abarra leaned closer so her tits were jiggling against the elf’s ears. ”It’s just not proper…” ”I happen to know a very big, voluptuous dark elf. We’ve shared drinks for many seasons, and she’s the only one I think I’ve met that can match Balla’s pallet. Eats well too. Needless to say, she’s no dainty elf.” ”Is she Nalka?” Abarra chuckled. “Of course. It’s good that you finally met her.” (Rolled INTELLIGENCE: 6, PASS) ”She’s an undercover Sea Devil, isn’t she? Balla mentioned there were others like us all over the city.” ”Yes, I suppose it isn’t a secret anymore. If you’re wondering why we kept her secret from you, it was because if you had been captured and interrogated, we didn’t want you to know anything except what couldn’t harm us — but lucky for us, she found you first.” Kayla pondered the words, too full of questions to know what to ask next. She opted to keep her mouth shut, for she knew that Nalka was a double agent with goals and desires of her own — not least of which was to make the Sea Devils too fat to fly and cause trouble. ”Perhaps,” Abarra broke the silence. “You’re curious where we’re sailing?” ”I am,” Kayla admitted. Abarra gently took hold of her head and pried it from under her breasts to look forwards toward the open sea. The Mead Boat was navigating a course past a craggy coastline of jagged rocks capped by dense jungle, and in the distance — just at the edge of the horizon — loomed a dark green, mountainous island. ”You see that there?” Abarra massaged her shoulder as she spoke into her ear. “That’s Okitraz — the home of the 3rd Sea Devil Expeditionary Force.” Suddenly the cabin door slammed open. ”Hell yeah! Okitraz!” Balla came stumbling out with a fully belly of mead, belching as she dragged Culla outside. “Come outside Culla! Get your ** ass on the quarter deck!” ”But you didn’t let me drink any…” Culla muttered. ”Did I stutter? C’mere and maybe I’ll let you take a sip. Kayla! Don’t think I forgot! Get over to the quarter deck!” Abarra eased herself off of Kayla’s back. “Go ahead,” she gave her butt one last pat. “Come back anytime.” When Kayla reached Balla’s side, the captain snaked her arm over her shoulder and gave her a smirk. “How’s the view?” ”You look good, Captain.” ”You sly spellcaster, I was talking about something that doesn’t have to do with my body, for once. Look: Okitraz is less than a day’s sailing away. This is the first time you’ve been to a place run by Sea Devils, isn’t it?” ”It is…” Kayla nodded slowly. “Are they all like you?” ”No shit,” Balla slapped her back hard. “Girl, we run this island! Once we get docked, we’ll have the time of our lives!” (Rolled INTELLIGENCE: 49, PASS) But as Kayla winced from Balla’s blow, she caught sight of the figurine dangling from the captain’s belly ring. It was unmistakably curvier than the night before.
  5. I looked desperately for new content, but the best I got is the round animals. It’s obscure enough that I think no one’s posted it yet.
  6. If she removed fat, the remaining fat cells will grow faster to compensate
  7. This does not, however, match with the mental feat of “what have I done!?” 😆 Kayla’s nerves can’t stand one more ounce! Even stepping outside took all her courage. Abarra, for her part, has enjoyed pointing out the flaws in others’ figures while she remains perfect. It will be interesting to see how long she will take to notice her own expansion— if Kayla isn’t caught
  8. (Rolled WILLPOWER: 29, PASS) When the first beams of next morning’s sunlight brushed against Kayla’s face, the dark elf was still recovering from her night of revelry. Never before had she stuffed her belly with so much mead; even now it hadn’t fully emptied. She wanted to do nothing more than to fall back asleep, but the sun was making her eyelids glow red and the furry pelts Balla had wrapped around her were getting uncomfortably hot. Where was Balla? Kayla’s eyes opened as she realized the captain’s absence. The Sea Devil had wrapped herself around her in the night, leaving her wings draped away from the tangle of pelts to keep them from growing too hot — Growing? Kayla sat up. She felt her belly pooch against her skirt. ”Oh no,” she scrambled out of the pelts and stomped across the room. “Oh gods, oh no…” There was a vanity mirror inside a tall cupboard, and though she had to kick a pile of coin away from the swinging door, she was able to get a full view of the monster she had become. ”What have I done!?” she held her head as she looked in shock at her reflection. The blissful nirvana she had felt under the spell of enchanted mead had ended, replaced with cold sobriety and all it’s accompanying worries. The shallow confidence that she could lose the weight whenever she wanted proved fickle in the face of her fear of getting fat — which was exactly what was happening! Kayla gaped in horror at her toneless midriff. A squeak of despair escaped her lips as her hands felt the subtle padding in her middle that was thick enough to bulge over her skirt. She dared not press her hands against the skirt, else she reveal the extra couple inches of girth around her hips she desperately wished wasn’t there. Nothing, however, could hide the creamy-smooth, round thighs that sprouted from under her skirt. She staggered from the shock of seeing their plumpened state, and the front of them jiggled and shook where her quads should have flexed. Her ass… even as she dreaded turning around, she knew she had to find out why she felt a draft, but when it was in view, she couldn’t help but moan at the sight. Her ass… her dainty little ass, had always been a trouble area for her, but never would she have dared to imagine how bulbous and round it would become. Her ass… it was only a few pounds bigger, but for a dark elf like her, it was enormous. She would never be able to show her face in elven lands looking like this! Not with cheeks that bulged round and ripe a full inch over thighs that had themselves begun to look plump. She tugged her skirt down in vain, but the fabric was no match for the cake within, always two inches shy of concealing the new creases between cheeks and thighs. ”I can’t look like this…” she moaned. “How could this be happening to me? How…?” And then, through the dense fog of drunken memories, she remembered how it had happened, how she thought she was being clever as she challenged Balla — the biggest binge drinker she knew — to a drinking match, and how she thought it would be an excellent way to get her to pass out so she could remove the belly ring that kept her thin. What a fool she had been! All she accomplished was getting stuffed as a tick as Balla cooed into her ear about how fat she was going to make her — The dark elf wizard blushed. Had Balla truly said that? Had the Sea Devil captain who constantly berated her comrades for overeating truly told her she wanted her to grow an ass so big it would jiggle with every step? Kayla stiffened, trying in vain to tug the skirt into place once again. She couldn’t be seen by Balla — not until she was thin again — but she was trapped on a small boat with her and the captain was no doubt craving to fondle her again. Her only hope was to swallow her fear, step outside, and find a way to pass the curse of added pounds onto her comrades without them noticing. Her mind set, she approached the door and swung it open before she could change her mind. ”Hey, there’s the little Lance Corporal!” Kayla balked. Balla had noticed her instantly and was fast approaching, hands outstretched for a hug. ”Did you get a good sleep? Must be nice, right? Wait, where are you going?” Kayla stomped off, hoping Balla didn’t catch sight of her white panties as she retreated. “I, um, have to talk to Abarra!” ”What you mean you have to talk to Abarra?” Balla called after her in vain. ”What’s this about?” Abarra asked from the navigation wheel on the poop deck. “You say you wish to speak with me?” Kayla paused before the muscle-mountain of a woman. She’d neglected to think of an excuse for getting close to her. (Rolled CHARISMA: 6, PASS) ”I need some advice.” The mighty woman chuckled, biceps rippling as she steered the ship past a rocky outcropping. “Perhaps Balla would be a better person to ask.” ”Yes, well…” Kayla leaned closer and whispered. “It’s about Balla.” To her horror, Abarra looked up and met Balla’s gaze. “You hear that captain? She wishes my advice — about you! What have you done to this poor little thing?” ”I didn’t do nothing, I swear!” Balla yelled back. “What the fuck, Kay-bar?” ”It’s not what it sounds like!” said Kayla. A firm palm slapped upon her shoulder and she looked to find Abarra holding her. ”We’re just teasing you, boot,” she winked. “If you want advice, I’m all ears — and if you have any juicy secrets, let me know.” ”You promised you wouldn’t do that,” Balla huffed from the deck below. ”Perhaps you should conversate with Culla?” ”Oh, that’s just great! You hear that Culla?” “Hm?” Culla’s head poked out from behind some crates. ”Come on Culla. Step inside my quarters with me — and I know I told you to stop snacking, lard-tard! Why do you keep doing this to yourself? Seriously! Who would watch themselves get fatter and keep eating? Am I right?” ”Yes ma’am…” Culla huffed. ”So you keep eating even though I told you to stop. So fuck me, right?” “No ma’am!” ”Good. Get inside and get me my whip.” The door slammed shit and locked with an audible click, leaving Kayla alone with the giant half-demoness once again. She swallowed nervously. Sneaking pounds into her while they were face to face was going to be very hard.
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    Pokimane

    I panicked for a second and thought she discovered us, but then I realized Tip is Slavic and the translation was slightly off. Yes 😏 Pokimane as a Curvage model would be fun. I would be simped out of at least $100
  10. She alluded to it when talking to Abarra once, but all the secrets tend to spill out when you get tipsy. Now let’s see if the dice let Kayla remember what happened before she passed out That’s going to be a very explosive scene. By the way, for anyone reading, Batman rolled dice to see how many drinks Balla could handle before passing out and got 8 💀 Balla won this time. Also, should I roll for willpower, intelligence, or both for remembering this intimate pillow talk?
  11. So I got a new story that I can’t post yet… so it’s time for more dark elf ass and drinking matches 😏 ”Balla? I mean, Captain?” ”You can call me Balla while we’re inside our quarters, Kay-bar.” The Sea Devils had hardly begun commandeering their freshly-dried Mead Boat before Balla had snatched Kayla’s hand in hers and announced she was going inside the Captain’s quarters. Abarra and Culla didn’t even glance their way as they slipped through the door. The quarters were almost exactly as Kayla remembered, with the navigation table in the middle surrounded by open cabinets spilling coins everywhere. The sorceress team that raised the ship had done a thorough job drying every corner; Culla made sure they were tipped generously for their efforts, and Abarra had stocked the quarters with exotic furs to provide further comfort. It was this coin-stuffed, fur-covered room that Kayla found herself sharing with her horny captain. ”Yes, um, Captain Balla…” Kayla stiffened as she watched the Sea Devil unbuckle her belt and slink it free from her narrow, muscled waist. “Let’s stick with first names,” Balla eyed Kayla from over her shoulder. “Why don’t you sit down and get comfortable? We got our Mead Boat upright and most of the coin didn’t fall out. Now we can relax and daydream how to spend it all.” ”Well, see, that’s exactly what I was thinking about,” Kayla replied. “We got all this money sliding around the room, and that’s what capsized us in the first place… and what will we do with this money anyway? That giant lady and her mob still want a cut next month, and we can’t store any of this in a bank. That’s what… that’s what you said…” “Go on,” Balla slowly approached the seated dark elf as she teased the buttons containing her own weightless bust. “I like listening to your voice.” ”Uh…” Kayla felt her face flush with heat. “What’s… what’s our plan?” ”Our plan?” Balla was so close she was between Kayla’s legs, and she reached a clawed, red hand out to tease her chin. “Don’t worry about that. We’ve done enough in Red Port for now, so we’re sailing away from there down the coast a little bit to a secluded beach where we can relax before setting out again.” ”What about —“ Balla pressed a finger against Kayla’s full lips, and the intimate contact made them tingle. “No worries. We can chill these next couple days. Now… what do you wanna do first?” Rolled CHARISMA: 82, FAIL Whatever Balla was scheming, Kayla had a scheme of her own: to make her fellow Sea Devils as fat as possible, else she suffer their fate. She had a fair notion how to nudge them into rotundity, but Balla’s enchanted belly ring posed a problem, for it kept her in peak physical condition. Besides that, Balla’s approaches were making it hard for her to think! ”We could… um… secure the coins? Before, you know, the ship tips again?” Balla chuckled from deep in her throat, reminiscent of a big cat. “We don’t have a giantess sitting top-deck, so you don’t have to worry about excess weight…” ”It might be fun to count them…” ”I think I have a better idea,” Balla bent down between Kayla’s legs, so far that her head was right next to the panting dark elf’s pelvis, only to rise again holding the Horn of Infinite Mead. ”I hope you practiced your drinking while you were trapped atop the casino,” Balla smirked. “Cause no one’s beaten me in a drinking contest in a long time — and I’m thirsty as hell.” The prospect of another drinking contest was enough to make the little dark elf quiver anxiously. Time and again, she had binged drinks with the crew, and each time it only took a couple drinks to ** her into drunken oblivion. If that weren’t enough for her to worry about, she was fairly certain the mead was magically fattening. ”W-well you know,” Kayla shrugged nervously. “Dark elves like me can’t drink much.” ”You’re gonna learn today!” Balla slapped her shoulder. (Rolled CHARISMA: 45, PASS) And then Kayla had an idea. ”I have an idea,” she said. “Suppose… you drink first, and then I’ll match what you drink? Or at least, I’ll try to…” ”For sure,” Balla smirked. “Now you’re talking. Watch and learn…” Balla closed her eyes, tipped the horn against her lips, and began to chug. Kayla couldn’t help but smirk to herself. To think that Balla would fall for such a trick! She was drinking from an infinite mead horn, which meant there was no way to measure just how much she was guzzling. All Kayla had to do was take small, steady sips whenever it was her turn to drink. She could limit her exposure to the fattening drink, and whatever she did gain could be wished upon others while they slept. The plan was flawless! (Rolled INTELLIGENCE: 8, PASS) Nearly flawless, that is. Kayla couldn’t help but stare at the jeweled belly ring centered on Balla’s red, chiseled abs. That ring was an enchantment of its own. Clearly, it had slimmed Balla down, for her once-prominent muffintop was gone, the inches of fat receding like a tide to reveal the hard bedrock within. Even her tits had shrunk to a manageable size, though they fluttered weightlessly all the same. Whatever the ring was, it was keeping Balla thin. Kayla would need to remove it, and to do that, she would need to do two things: get close to Balla and make her very, very **. ”Ah!” Balla gasped. “This is the sweetest mead in the world, I swear…” she shoved the horn into Kayla’s chest. “Your turn.” ”Well…” Kayla raised the horn to her mouth and took a breath. “Here goes…” The mead was truly extraordinary. Its texture sloshing warmly through her mouth as her tongue fizzed and tingled with pleasure from its rich taste. Even as Kayla carefully sipped the succulent drink like a newborn calf, she had to stop herself from sucking too fast. Truly, such an intoxicating brew should never taste so sweet! (Rolled 1d4: 1. Kayla has gained ONE POUND for a total of 130. Four pounds till next FAT POINT) When Kayla stopped to gasp for air, Balla was playfully cocking an eyebrow at her. ”I’m sure I drank more than that,” she grinned. (Rolled CHARISMA: 12, PASS) ”I drank until my lungs were empty,” Kayla stifled an emerging belch. “Like you did.” “I was actually breathing. That’s something I’ll have to teach you.” ”Your turn first.” ”For sure. Give me that…” Balla drank, and Kayla couldn’t help from staring at her belly ring as she did. Balla was impossibly lean, but she was drinking so fast that her belly was visibly filling-up. Kayla would’ve stared longer if Balla hadn’t stopped drinking to belch loudly. “What you staring at, boot? You eyeballing me?” ”That ring…” Kayla squinted at it. “Is that a figurine dangling on it?” ”Hey, don’t change the subject. You have to breathe and drink at the same time, okay? Go ahead. Feel my hand on your stomach, now push it out. That’s how I know your doing it. That’s it… slowly for now…” (Rolled 1d4: 2. Kayla has gained TWO POUNDS for a total of 132. Two pounds till next FAT POINT) ”Eep!” Kayla sputtered mead through her nose. ”What’s wrong?” Balla whispered as she touched foreheads with her. “You breathe mead? You good now?” Her arms snaked around Kayla’s body as she spoke low and softly. ”I felt something pinch,” Kayla belched helplessly, already feeling buzzed. ”Where?” ”My butt…” ”Aww you poor honeybun,” Balla’s hands drifted down and fondled her cheeks from under her skirt. “Did you scoot on a blister? I’ll make it all better…” Through the increasing mental fog, Kayla felt some semblance of alarm. She could feel Balla kneading her flesh like baking bread-dough, but was shocked at how soft and malleable her own body was. Balla had more than a handful to play with. Had it always been that soft? (Rolled INTELLIGENCE: 69, NICE) The blush of blood filling the elf wizard’s face drained away, and her breath caught in her throat, for it began to dawn on her that the last few days of feasting with the Sea Devils had corrupted her — her ass was fat again! Yet as quickly as she had panicked, calm overcame her once again. None of the extra weight mattered now that she had mastered the spell Fat of the Land. Every pound she gained could be safely stuffed into one of her unsuspecting crew mates. She could lose weight whenever she wanted. ”Come here; hold me tight,” Balla squeezed her cheeks and lifted her up like an infant. “Let’s get you comfortable and take a closer look.” ”Mm,” Kayla’s head swooned and the room spun as she was carried. “Where are we going?” ”To the window sill. I’ve made a nest for you.” The more buzzed Kayla became, the more comforted she was by Balla’s tight embrace. The rough, calloused hands groping her soft cheeks were warm against her skin, and the full, round breasts pressing against her equally so. All the worries her keen intellect had fretted over were fading away, replaced by a growing sense of bliss that only grew stronger as Balla settled her against a fuzzed grizzly pelt. ”That’s it,” Balla straddled Kayla at the waist, dominating her field of view. “How’s it feel now? Better?” Kayla nodded. Before she could say anything, Balla pressed a finger to her lips again and took another swig from the horn. The half-demoness’s belly was taught and stuffed now, a ruby-red dome of at least half a gallon of sloshing mead. Kayla stared at it, struggling to think of proper foreplay. She’d never partaken in such things, but felt it was only proper now, if only because she was pinned between her captain’s thighs. (Rolled CHARISMA: 7, PASS) “Your abs… look amazing,” Kayla sighed. ”Right? But that’s a pretty tame compliment. You should set your sights a little higher.” When Kayla didn’t answer quickly enough, Balla took her hands and put them onto her own breasts. “Like them?” ”Y-yes…” ”Then take them out. Play with them.” ”But I haven’t drank yet…” ”Don’t worry. I’ll pour some for you while you undress me. Chin up…” The ** dark elf did her best to loose Balla’s breasts, but it was hard to focus with the horn blocking her view. Worse, Balla was pouring too fast, and Kayla could barely keep up with the flow even as she gulped harder and faster than she ever had before. (Rolled 1d4: 3. Kayla has gained THREE POUNDS for a total of 135. Kayla has gained one FAT POINT for a total of 24) (two FAT ATTRIBUTES gained, 1 physical and 1 mental: 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 New charisma: 48 + 8 = 56 Rolled 1d20 for mental attribute: 1. WHAT HAVE I DONE?: this Pc recoils in horror at their weight gain, taking a heavy hit, 1d10, to their willpower and charisma. Having HEDONISTIC HOTTY already prevents this damage but doesn't heal damage already done. Rolled 1d10 for Willpower: 80 - 7 = 73. Rolled 1d10 for Charisma: 56 - 6 = 50) Kayla sputtered as she felt her belly stretch taut against the unstoppable deluge of mead. Deep within, something rumbled. It rose slowly upwards, reaching for her mouth, until at last, it was free: the deepest, most beastly belch she had ever made. Thankfully, it was enough to make Balla stop pouring. “Damn girl. You sure you don’t have a little bit of orcish blood in you?” She took a swig of her own. ”No…” Kayla moaned. I’m a dark elf! I — urp — have to be!” ”Are you sure? Dark elves don’t have an ass this fun,” she slapped her for good measure. ”Ow! It’s not fun! It’s not!” ”I think it is, little dumpling. I love your big juicy ass.” ”Juicy?” ”Like a ripe plum. I’d bite it if you weren’t looking at me.” ”Th-then I’ll bite you instead!” ”Me? Ha! Only thing juicy about me are these massive knockers… but then again… yours don’t look that bad either…” ”What do you mean?” Kayla blushed, breathless and afraid, but thrilled beyond her wildest imaginations. ”Look…” Balla leaned close and pried Kayla’s shirt open to reveal her panting, shallow breaths. “Look at these little mosquito bites. They fit in my palm, see? But look… feel that?” ”Feel what?” ”Your nipples, silly. Feel how they grow stiff when I rub them softly? That feels nice, doesn’t it?” ”Y-yeah…” ”You want me to stop?” ”No! Um… please.” ”Now look what happened… pretty stiff huh? And the ring of skin goosebumping around them is pretty big too. You know what that means, dumpling?” ”No…” Kayla was whispering now. ”It means…” Balla leaned close to one nipple and gave it a lick. “That someday they will be very, very big.” ”They will…?” ”For sure. Culla’s breasts looked the same — back before she started growing big. You know, she didn’t always have massive milkers, but after a while, she grew into them.” ”I don’t want to be like Culla,” Kayla squirmed and gasped as Balla nipped her. ”Don’t worry about that Kayla. You don’t have to stay in shape like the rest of us do. You can get fatter if you want. I say so.” ”I don’t… want to get fatter…” ”I do…” ”Wha…” ”How ** are ya, girl? How many fingers am I holding up?” ”Mm, don’t stop. Hold me…” ”I want you thiccer, Kayla.” ”Hug me…” ”I love your ass, girl. I want it bigger. I want to hold it and squeeze it.” ”Mm…” ”I want it to be so big I can rest my head on it and fall asleep. I want your thighs to be my neck warmer.” ”Mm…” ”I want it rounder and wider, softer and jigglier. I want it to shake with every step you take. I want to massage and knead it every night, and I want to watch as it grows bigger and bigger and bigger…” There was no reply from the dark elf, for she had fallen asleep holding Balla like a stuffed teddy bear. ”Sleep well, love,” Balla kissed her forehead and curled her body around her. “My little dumpling… soon you’ll never fit in that little skirt again…”
  12. He could also be Professor Pyg… or not. But it was the first character he reminded me of
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    Bebe Rexha

    That outfit looks like it’s holding at least twenty more pounds than it was designed for. I think she’s 180-185
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