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A causal gainer that is here to make some friend's and see all of the other amazing curvy people. Hoping to make an engaging content with regular updates so please let me know what type of content you would like to see. Can't wait for all of the growth. (I am not great with introductions)

Chapter I We found ourselves in a tavern one night after a long day’s journey. All of us were tired, thirsty, and – above all else – hungry. We’d been surviving on half rations of moldy bread and maggot-infested meat for the last week and a half. But we completed our task and were handsomely paid for it. Now that our money bags were bulging with gold and silver, it was time to rest up and celebrate. Markin, our leader, found a quiet table near the blazing fireplace and beckoned us to follow. He was a huge half-orc with grey skin and shoulder-length black hair. He wore a red bandana on his head, no shirt, and brown fur pants with a red leather belt tied around his waist. Markin had an undeniably commanding and fierce presence. All of us were glad that he was on our side. All of us sat down and sighed heavily with relief. To Markin’s right was Begran Cahal, a human druid with wild red hair who rarely said anything to anybody. But he was good in a scrape and had saved our skins more than once. Beside him was Vefri Hardcreek, our resident artificer. She similarly said little, but had a wicked sense of humor when she did speak. Next was Ordella Nightstone. She was a half-elf ranger with long blonde hair and sparkling emerald eyes. Then there was me, Tolan Marshblower. I was the bard. “Tavern keeper!” Markin bellowed. A short, fat man with an apron waddled over to us. “Food and drink! We’re parched and starving.” “You can pay?” The tavern keeper looked at us skeptically. I didn’t blame him for asking. All of us were dirty, grungy, and looked like we’d been sleeping in the gutter. Markin scoffed and plopped a heavy bag of silver coins on the table. The fat man’s eyes went wide with surprise. “Will this do?” The tavern keeper blubbered an apology and groped towards the bag. Markin stopped him. “The finest food and ale you have. And keep it coming until I say otherwise.” The fat man nodded eagerly and rushed to get our drinks. All of us laughed hearty belly laughs. * * * I think we were on our third round of ale when the food finally arrived. What a feast it was! Still-steaming slabs of meat, loaves of fresh bread, wheels of cheese, fish, vegetables, and more. The other patrons turned in their seats to witness the tavern keeper and his wife, son, and daughter-in-law bring out the food. To my right, I heard Ordella’s stomach rumble in excited anticipation. Markin looked pleased. “Thank you, this will do for now,” he said as he handed over a fistful of coins to the little fat man. “But get round two ready.” The half-orc’s eyes flashed greedily. “I think we’re going to need it.” We tucked in. Looking at us, you would think that we had never eaten before in our lives. Some of the other patrons looked on with disgust. We tore into the feast with incredible gusto! For my part, I lost total control of my senses and ate everything in front of me. I was eating like a man possessed. But all of us were like that. While chewing on a thick piece of ham, I looked over at Vefri as she drained her ale and belched loudly. She patted her belly and laughed as she shoved a handful of grapes in her mouth. Her stomach seemed to swell as she swallowed. “If I keep eating like this, I’m going to be fatter than the tavern keeper!” She giggled again and reached for some cheese. The tavern keeper’s wife – a plump buxom woman – refilled our tankards. I noticed a sly smile on her face at what Vefri said. “We do pride ourselves on our food here,” she said with pride. “It’s the best meal one can get in this kingdom. It certainly put some meat on my dear Wilfrid’s bones!” Her husband had come up behind her with another tray of food. Hearing what she said, Wilfrid playfully grabbed her voluptuous belly and squeezed. “I’m not the only one, Gerdie.” He gave her stomach a gentle slap and they both laughed heartily with bellies jiggling hypnotically. Setting the tray down, which was filled with more slabs of meat, fish, and cheese, Wilfrid told us that that round was on the house. We nodded gratefully and thanked him before tearing into it. Markin gobbled down three slabs of meat at once and sighed happily. His stomach was starting to bulge over his red leather belt. We continued eating.

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