Posted the dedicated forum for “modded” weapons I was talking about in the note of my story. Feel free to check it out!
Maru Jurnul
Floran is exzile from vilage. Floran writ stuff down about life outsyd tribe.
Floran don’t hunt. Floran likes beasts and meatmen. Floran lurn meatman writeing so other races like Floran.
Tribe think Floran weak.
Floran luk for friend with same feelings.
10 Suns since Exzile
Floran see meatman house. so Exzited! Make friends?
Meatman not friends! Try stab Floran. They just like tribe. Floran leave.
13 12 17
??? suns Since exzile
Floran mak home in cave. But Floran see tiny homes! Tiny friends?
Floran say hello. All run when see Floran. Floran sad.
Floran lur friend with snack frum surface. Give gift to tiny meats. Maybe think Floran nice?
Floran lus Count
Floran finaly make friend!! Friend likes gifts! Friend wants to go with Floran!
Floran not lonly anymore. Floran look after tiny friend!
30 Suns aftr meating Friend
Floran go out to hunt. Floran still not like hunting, but needs meats.
Big find on weird planet! Huge plase made of meats! Tribe wud be so jelus!!!
Stop writing now. Havnt eat meats in many suns.
31 Suns Aftr meating Friend
So full! Eat nonstop…tummy aches.
Meats are not beasts, so shud be ok. Plase not scream in pain. Plase not hurt.
Floran eat as much as Floran want! Mean tribe won’t have any!
Feed cooked meats to Friend. Friend likes. Floran and friend eat meats near fire.
(note- dont feed raw meats to friend)
Lose count Agin
Floran make home in strage plase. Perfect spot! Floran eats with friend, no one judges.
Friend get hevey on Floran head tho. Hard keeping head up. But Floran dose not mind.
Floran stay with tiny friend on meat plase forever! Feed friend cooked meats forever.
Floran happy!
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Short story, but one that does define the word “pacifism” quite well.
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So to those of you waiting on the VR story to be done, I’m sorry to say it but I’ve decided to stop work on it. I just lost all of my interest and investment in doing it for whatever reason and I can’t bring myself to write it. Apologies to those waiting on the story.
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So I was a bit unsure if this part of the story violated community guidelines or not. For context, this is about a Investigative Journalist looking into a gainer/inflationist community called “The Fatties” and is writing a report about them. The thing in particular I’m worried about is the mentioning of certain topics in the Fatties’s guidelines since I am not sure if merely mentioning them is considered off-limits or if it is ok since in-story those are considered illegal as well.
I decided to investigate the online side of the community as not all of the Fatties can get to or want to visit their hideaway. Some instead spend time on specially-made websites, the one in particular I visited and the most popular of them was called “Feeding Frenzy" which has just about everything a member could want; chatrooms, advice forums, online shopping, galleries of pictures and videos both real and fictional, recipe lists for inflating or gaining weight, whatever you need chances are they have it. I found the shear commitment of them fascinating enough, let alone the surprisingly high quality and quantity of their work. I created an account by the name of “Dragonlore” (yes, I am aware that it is incredibly generic, but that is the point) and decided to chat with some of the members. I started off in their dedicated greeting chat where new members are greeted.
Greeting Chatroom Transcript
Bot: User ‘Dragonlore’ has joined the community
Dragonlore: “Hi!”
[REDACTED 1]: “Hello, how are you doing?”
[REDACTED 2]: “Hi Dragonlore.”
Dragonlore: “Good, just moving here from another website that got shut down. Had a bit of time spent there before the plug was pulled and I kinda miss it.”
[REDACTED 1]: “It’s never fun when stuff gets shut down. Need any guidance or help?”
Dragonlore: “I’m fine for right now, just need to get used to the new UI and rules and I should be I should be good.”
[REDACTED 1]: “Here’s a link to the community guidelines {link}, feel free to DM me if you need help with anything.”
Dragonlore: “Thank you [REDACTED 1].”
[REDACTED 1]: “No worries.”
I browsed their guidelines and I must stay they did an excellent on them. The guidelines go on for ages so I will do my best to condense them; No illegal activities, no hardcore pornography, any permitted NSFW content posted must be in special chats or marked posts, please avoid going off-topic, respect you fellow members and moderators, spam and harassment are bannable offences, do not endanger yourself. On top of all of these, they even had a subsection of the guidelines dedicated to showing banned users and the specific reasons why they were banned and outside consequences they faced. Not only does this added section help clarify further display what is and is not allowed, but it also makes an example of those who break the rules which I found to be rather welcoming in this age of chaos since the fall of the Protectorate.
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So, it’s been a while since I’ve written a story mainly due to motivation and inspiration issues on top of personal and global events that have made things harder for me. On top of that I tend to have multiple projects going on at once which can lead to my brain getting fried fairly easily. Progress on this has been slow but I’ve been steadily working on this for a little while now. I wanted to do something unique not only to challenge myself to do something different from what I am used to, but to provide something different to the story community as well. This time I challenged myself to write about an outsider looking in on the feeder/feedie or fat community, but not joining into it. This is not meant to be ina negative way it was just something to challenge myself to write about something I otherwise wouldn’t do. Also, another challenge I gave myself was to do a story about a journalist, not the ones that sit on the computer all day and that just regurgitate headlines while adding little to nothing to the conversation, but more like the investigative journalists that risk their safety and/or wellbeing to bring the truth to light. I figured this would be something for me to help expand (hehe) my skillset as a writer while also giving myself a break from the “Modded” items thread I have going on. As per usual, I hope you enjoy!
Documentary on the Underground “Fatty” Community
Notice: All persons and places are being kept a secret. This is to ensure that these members are not publicly shamed and that the places are not destroyed by hostile extremists like in the past. This is meant to be purely informational; we do not condone nor shame the community for their actions.
Numerous communities in universe the have their roots in human subcultures. Ranging from relaxed to rigid, from benevolent to belligerent, and from sensible to senseless, there is endless variety in the communities and across the galaxy. Among these groups are a very specific group of individuals who refer to themselves as “The Fatties”. Though passions and motivations seem to differ depending on the specific individual, they tend to share a common list of pleasures; devouring vast quantities of food, being extremely corpulent, and having their bodies swollen beyond normal proportions. They appear to also be an offshoot of the more well-known feeder/feedie and inflationist communities often found in the digital world with many of The Fatties members being in either or both of these communities as well. As is usual with every group there are many destructive stereotypes surrounding them, ranging from them just being gluttonous slobs all the way to abducting people and forcibly feeding them into immobility against their will. I decided to shed light on this unusual community by documenting my own personal experiences with the community over several months of investigation. I am Johanas Yoikna, Investigative Journalist for the Lorena News Station and sole writer of this report.
My investigation began at the heart of the Fatties’s community; their sewer hideaway which has been made to be their hub and central gathering place. Many of the Fatties members spend a considerable amount of time at this location though reaching it is far harder than most would expect. Along with keeping the location a secret to the public and to other Fatties members, any members of the Fatties that want access to the hideaway have to swear an oath not to reveal the location of said hideaway. If they do, the Fatties will gather all their stored information on the individual before publishing all of it to effectively serve as a way of fulfilling the promise of “If I go down, I’m taking you with me.” This has occurred several times in the Fatties history with them having to change locations upwards of 18 times due to the locations being revealed and often destroyed by anti-Fatties extremists. Though they are still rather welcoming, it isn’t unusual to have background checks preformed on those wishing to enter the hideaway along with the entrance being guarded by upwards of 5 individuals often from law-enforcement or military backgrounds. Thanks to an insider I managed to gain access to this secure location.
The sewer interior was, to put it lightly, sloppy and putrid. The smell from all the sewage as so rancid I had to clamp my nose shut and put my hand over my mouth to keep myself from vomiting. This combined with the pathway being poorly maintained was chosen deliberately by the Fatties so that they could discourage outsiders from investigating further. Along with that, they put up a fake residence to make outsiders feel like they discovered all there is in the sewer. Though the stench nearly worked on me I continued on until I approached the bulkhead door that locked off the section of sewer from the hideout. Two guards were on station when I arrived, the usual number that they have whenever they deem the hideout status to be completely secure. They keep at minimum 2 guards on station even in the lowest risk situations, with 5 being deployed if they feel the hideaway’s location has been compromised.
I was approached by one of the guards who threatened to fire if I did not comply. I followed their orders and after going through security, I was able to show them the ID my insider had made for me. The same guard that approached me politely opened the bulkhead door for me and wished me a good time, as is standard practice by the guards so that no one guard is seen as rude or impolite. As I walked in, I was greeted with a most unusual sight.
What was once just empty space that had only been collecting dust for years had been converted into one of the most profound hideaways I had seen. The area itself was divided onto three floors, with each one having its own purpose and role. The top floor was effectively the restaurant of the hideout with tables and stools set up as if they were in one along with a there being a menu displaying all the foods and drinks available. Speaking of which, they had a bar set up to be where you place your order and where the food comes from, with an ice cream dispenser, microwave, and coffee machine all being available, along with the soda fountain, ice cream display, and condiment station that were provided alongside the bar. The second floor was where all the feeding vats were located with each one able to be catered for one’s interests. The vats themselves were massive, my estimations had their capacities ranging anywhere from 12 to 50 cubic meters, all of which was meant for a single individual. What was provided seem to vary with some having Virtual Reality goggles so that the person could feel as though they were being fed by some fantastical creature to one which was positioned to be hanging from the top floor with straps going down from it so that the person could be off the ground in a crude hammock. The ground floor was home to the elongated dining table that would normally hold around 12 or so people, but were instead made for just two. There were plenty of triple stacked burgers, dozens of donut and pizza boxes, but the one that caught my eye was a gargantuan stack of obscenely oversized pancakes stacked nearly to the second floor. This pile already had a massive chunk of it eaten out which I found remarkable that someone could eat that much food in one sitting. Also, on the ground floor was a cutout section of the foundation used for a pool of gelatin one could swim in and a basic arcade running heavily modified or custom-made games for those who might not have been in the mood to eat. They also had a designated “quiet area” for those who wanted to get away from all the racket and food, which was a very considerate addition given how sensitive to noise some the Fatties can be. I still have no idea how they moved all of this stuff down, let alone how they continuously supply it undetected and were still trying to add more furniture to the hideaway. Even if I did know I would keep the information a secret to avoid sabotage or disruption, but their system is on par with some of the cartels I had infiltrated in terms of efficiency and secrecy.
In order to not arouse suspicions, I decided to feast upon the vast buffet provided to the members inside. I forced myself to eat even as my stomach told me it was full so that I could make it seem like I was one of them rather than an outsider. I gorged on countless donuts and pizza slices along with chugging down an extra-large milkshake until it felt as though my stomach would burst along with my gut being visibly distended. Fortunately, I was able to hide my discomfort and even find a bit of enjoyment in the free meal provided. With any suspicions towards me hopefully evaporated, I began to investigate the motivations of some of the members as to why they decided to join the Fatties. I noticed one of the members relaxing in the quiet-area all by themselves. Naturally I decided to choose them for the interview first. I introduced myself under my fake ID to the stranger and I spent some time talking about unrelated things to make myself less conspicuous. Eventually after around half an hour of conversing, I asked them the following the following question.
“So, apologies if this is a bit unrelated, but why exactly do you enjoy being so fat?”
In response they answered “It’s…the best I can say is that it feels like I’m enveloped in a warm mushy pillow everywhere I go. I feel like I’m constantly snuggled up in bed even if I’m walking around or actively working. If I ever need to destress, I can just press my hands into my cheeks, belly, thighs, any part of me really and I instantly begin to relax. I also like not needing to worry about a seat being uncomfortable since I’ve got enough junk in the trunk to basically be my own cushion, along with some people actually using me as a cushion when they were tired.”
After this I continued the friendly conversation for quite a long time before I bid them farewell so that I could continue my research. I conversed with several other members as to why they enjoyed their plump bodies to which I got a wide variety of answers. Some were simple as “I like eating.” all the way to some who saw it as a religious experience due to them having ties to the Velhanu-worshipping religion mentioned in some Avian texts. After having spent around 6 hours I decided to return home. Once again, I passed through the guard checkpoint and went back out of the sewer, though the amount of food still digesting in my stomach make moving around burdensome and the stench made keeping all that food down difficult. The next day I spend unwinding and processing my experience, along with trying to get used to my pudgier body thanks to the vast amount of food I consumed to retain my cover.
After I finished recording my experience with the hideout, I decided to investigate the online side of the community as not all of the Fatties can get to or want to visit their hideaway. Some instead spend time on specially-made websites, the one in particular I visited and the most popular of them was called “Feeding Frenzy" which has just about everything a member could want; chatrooms, advice forums, online shopping, galleries of pictures and videos both real and fictional, recipe lists for inflating or gaining weight, whatever you need chances are they have it. I found the shear commitment of them fascinating enough, let alone the surprisingly high quality and quantity of their work. I created an account by the name of “Hyper_Beast” (yes, I am aware that it is incredibly generic, but that is the point) and decided to chat with some of the members. I started off in their dedicated greeting chat where new members are greeted.
Greeting Chatroom Transcript
Bot: User ‘Hyper_Beast’ has joined the community
Hyper_Beast: “Hi!”
[REDACTED 1]: “Hello, how are you doing?”
[REDACTED 2]: “Hi Hyperbeast.”
Hyper_Beast: “Good, just moving here from another website that got shut down. Had a bit of time spent there before the plug was pulled and I kinda miss it.”
[REDACTED 1]: “It’s never fun when stuff gets shut down. Need any guidance or help?”
Hyper_Beast: “I’m fine for right now, just need to get used to the new UI and rules and I should be I should be good.”
[REDACTED 1]: “Here’s a link to the community guidelines {SENSITIVE INFORMATION}, feel free to DM me if you need help with anything.”
Hyper_Beast: “Thank you [REDACTED 1].”
[REDACTED 1]: “No worries.”
I browsed their guidelines and I must stay they did an excellent on them. The guidelines go on for ages so I will do my best to condense them; No illegal activities, no hardcore pornography, any permitted NSFW content posted must be in special chats or marked posts, please avoid going off-topic, respect you fellow members and moderators, spam and harassment are bannable offences, do not endanger yourself. On top of all of these, they even had a subsection of the guidelines dedicated to showing banned users and the specific reasons why they were banned and outside consequences they faced. Not only does this added section help clarify further display what is and is not allowed, but it also makes an example of those who break the rules which I found to be rather welcoming in this age of chaos since the fall of the Protectorate.
Eventually over the course of 3 days I got accustomed to the website interface, which was somewhat crude but very effective, while I browsed various different forums and chatrooms to see how easy it was to find any content that violated these guidelines. It took me around 9 non-stop hours of searching until I came across an instance of illegal activity. At first glance it was a livestream with no title and no description. Only a handful of users were allowed in along with the password being constantly altered by an algorithm that generated a random sequence of numbers and words thousands of times a second. Any normal user would not be able to access this livestream, let alone know the elaborate system in place to prevent someone from gaining access. I was able to easily recognize it as a rather common algorithm used by entry-level criminals who thought that simply having it would discourage anyone from investigating further. In response I ran my “Universal Key” program which swiftly gained me access to the livestream. What I found was harrowing; an individual who had kidnapped an unwitting stranger and was forcibly feeding them to immobility inside an abandoned warehouse. The prisoner was chained to the floor and unable to flee even if they were at peak strength.
I quickly contacted the website’s dedicated enforcement branch who swiftly went to work. Without anyone on the stream knowing, they contacted the police, flagged every user that was watching (except for me), were already discussing the punishments for all involved along with writing a community announcement, and had even started updating their guideline subsection of banned users to include all of those in the stream. Less than 5 minutes after I had contacted the site’s enforcement branch the police had breached the warehouse and were arresting the individual responsible. Some of the users watching tried to swiftly log out so that they would not be caught as well, but the enforcement branch had not only flagged their account to be banned, but also logged every email and device that each of the soon-to-be banned accounts used. After IP banning every user involved except for me, they posted the community awareness post that explained what happened along with starting a fund raiser for the fattened stranger’s recovery. I was still stunned at how fast of a response the enforcement branch acted as they had done in less than 10 minutes what takes most groups hours to perform. I was given an offer by the leader to join the enforcement branch but I politely declined, saying that I did not feel responsible enough with that power. They simply acknowledged my decision and quietly put my account on the list of Honorary Enforcers before deleting the conversation between us. Looking back on it, I am still amazed at just how professional the response was since I could hardly distinguish between staff and officer.
Following this incident, I decided to briefly distance myself from the website for several days before returning to investigate further. Seeing as how I had already found out just how difficult it was to find illegal content on the site, I decided to interact with the community a bit more to see how friendly they were. Since I had put on a bit of weight due to my self-imposed binging, I thought it would be interesting to interact with some of the feeders on the website. I went through the forums of feeders looking for a partner (even if temporary or one-night) and eventually came across one that suited my requirements. I replied to them that I was interested and they started a private chatroom for us.
Private Chatroom Transcript:
Bot: User ‘Hyper_Beast’ has joined the chat
DATA EXPUNGED: “Alright, how do you want to start?”
Hyper_Beast: “Well I’m still relatively new to all of this so I guess I’ll introduce myself.”
DATA EXPUNGED: “Could you take a selfie? I want to see those beautiful thighs of yours.”
Hyper_Beast; “Alright, give me a sec.”
Hyper_Beast: “Here you go.”
DATA EXPUNGED: “You never told me you were a Draconis!”
DATA EXPUNGED: “I’m freaking out rn”
Hyper_Beast: “Why?”
DATA EXPUNGED: “Draconi are my favorite race but I’ve never been able to spend time with one before”
Hyper_Beast: “Wait really?”
DATA EXPUNGED: “What’s your planet and address? I’ve got to see you in person”
Hyper_Beast: “I’ve barely introduced myself and you already want to meet in person? Don’t you think that’s a little extreme?”
DATA EXPUNGED: “It is I’m sorry I just couldn’t help it 
“
Hyper_Beast: “It’s fine I understand that you’re excited.”
DATA EXPUNGED: “Could I at least send some food your way? I’d love to see you bigger and well fed”
Hyper_Beast: “Of course, how to cinnamon rolls sound?”
DATA EXPUNGED; “Gimmie the address and the recipe I’ll get you them ASAP”
Hyper_Beast: “Alright, {SENSITIVE INFORMATION} for the address and {SENSITIVE INFORMATION} for the recipe.”
DATA EXPUNGED: “I’ve never done cinnamon rolls before, but I’ll give it a shot for you!”
I was not expecting such an enthusiastic conversation nor such a fast response, but I found it to be rather welcoming. The fact that they had not cooked cinnamon rolls before worried me as I was afraid, I would not enjoy the food they cooked for and sent to me. Thankfully I did not have to wait long as less than 6 hours after their text I had received nearly two dozen cinnamon rolls, still warm and with a delicious aroma.
I was about to take a bite before I noticed something was off about them. As it turned out, they had used some kind of exotic butter in both the filling and the topping addition to the normal icing. Even with just the first bite I felt my entire body swell, whatever butter they put in there was extremely fattening. I wanted to put it down and make it seem like that it had little to no effect to me, but I was already pulled in by the taste. I crammed all of them into my mouth possessed with gluttony and hunger, unaware of my rapidly increasing size. It took me several minutes to get out of my eating trance to which I found just how calorically dense those rolls were. My abdomen had gained only a little bit of fat but my thighs were an entirely different story. They had swollen to such a degree that the burst out of my sweatpants and were nearly 2 meters in circumference each. I could barely move with how much fat had accumulated on them which. I quickly went back to the chatroom to tell them what had happened.
Private Chatroom Transcript:
DATA EXPUNGED: “How were they?”
Hyper_Beast: “Absolutely delicious, I had no idea these tasted so good with butter.”
DATA EXPUNGED: “Glad you loved them! How those thighs looking?”
Hyper_Beast: “I don’t know what you put in those things, but it feels like all that fat went straight to them.”
DATA EXPUNGED: “Please I’ve gotta see those thighs”
DATA EXPUNGED: “Oh my god those are heavenly!!!”
Hyper_Beast: “Barely being able to move around is pretty far from my idea of heaven.”
DATA EXPUNGED: “When can I come over and touch them? Please I need to know.”
Hyper_Beast: “How does {SENSITIVE INFORMATION} sound?”
DATA EXPUNGED: “Perfect! I can’t wait to be there!”
Unfortunately, there was not much I could do other than sit in my apartment with legs that could barely even fit through the interior doors. I decided in the meantime to do some research on two things; the brand of the thigh-fattening butter and if there were any rapid weight-loss products. Much to my delight the Feeding-Frenzy website sold both of those. The butter in question was made by the same Chateau that made extra fattening dairy products thanks to their specially modified Mooshis, along with spme versions of the product being made to specifically fatten certain areas of the body. As for the weight-loss I was surprised to find out that they actually did sell them despite being primarily about fat and weight-gain. They said that it was intended for those who needed to slim down either because of their fat compromising their physical health or if they needed to hide their gluttony from others so that was rather considerate on their behalf.
After several days of waiting my feeder had arrived. I will not go into detail about what happened nor will I include photos to preserve their identity, but I did find it oddly enjoyable. Having them massage, stroke, and even sleep on my corpulent thighs was quite the experience. Eventually we had to part ways as one of my requirements was for the partner to be only for one night though they did seem very happy with the experience and we have even become good friends afterwards (though I am trying to ease them away from constantly fattening me). I still do not intend to fully join the Fatties due to health and economic issues, however my perspective on them had been irreparably altered for the better. I found my experience with the community rather pleasant in this time of uncertainty following the Protectorate’s fall along with a newfound enjoyment of their irresistible surplus of food. This is Johanas Yoikna of the Lorena News Station with my report on the Fatties community.
Yeah, this one took a while to get but I loved it! I found the uniqueness of the story to be enjoyable along with thinking of describing such a community from the outside. It was a unique experience to say the least along with me making my designated character for this forum. As for what else I want to write I have no clue since in addition to me feeling I have already done what I’ve wanted, I have numerous other projects I am trying to finish right now. Perhaps Johanas gets fattened by a giant slime or investigates some of the Velhanu worshippers and their cursed (or blessed) statues? I would love to hear your ideas and suggestions for possible future stories. As always, I hope you enjoyed!
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What mod is the ceiling-bound floran from?
It actually isn’t a mod, it’s a custom sprite someone made over on the Mod Fatties forum around 2-3 months ago. Didn’t see anyone else using them so I thought it would be nice to put them in a story.
Your story is good, nice job lad
Can you link it? I can’t find it.
whats the name of the race you used for the story?
The race I used was the Draconis mod, though a fair warning it doesn’t seem to like it when you beam up into the ship while immobile.
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Wow, now this was a long one, no doubt. But a lot of thought was put into how the story would go on. I thought it was interesting how there’s an entire society of feeders who live underground under heavy security. Its especially interesting seeing this from the Johanas’ point of view from a journalism standpoint, with how he did his best to fit into the community all while trying to learn more about it. It was all very fascinating!
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“The waves of the ocean
Ebb and flow…
Ebb and flow…
And beneath the gentle tide
The Pink Sunbeams dance to and fro…”
The vibrant Hylotl matron slowly swung and swayed to the gentle melody of the traditional radio- a favorite pastime of hers when she wasn’t busy tending to the many needs of the pupils in her dojo. As she sang the lyrics to her favorite song, the automatic wooden doors swung open- and her significant other stepped into the room.
“We’ve run into a slight predicament…” the whiskered Hylotl sage said as he approached his large lover. “There’s a leak in the basement; we’ve run low on healing water.”
The vibrant Hylotl halted her dance upon hearing the news. “Oh? How ghastly! Where did it all go off to?”, she asked.
The whiskered sage grunted. “A stray Masteroid has struck sector three. The water, among other things, has leaked through a hole in the wall. What has been lost is now drifting in space somewhere.”
“That’s…even worse.”, the matron gasped, her level of concern rising. “Is everyone alright? Should we evacuate?”
“Everyone is is safe, my love- there’s no need for worry. Though we may have to upgrade our forcefield generators and order a few minor replacements. Including a new shipment of healing water.” The sage paused, mulling something over for a minute. “…Still, it couldn’t hurt to depart while the repairs are being made.”
“Where shall we go?”, she asked. “Perhaps a lovely Lush planet? Or a refreshing Ocean planet?”
The sage began to pace. “It would need to be a place where my pupils can train in peace…all while being accustomed to the unfamiliar…” He then stopped in his tracks, as he turned back to the matron. “…I have it. We can gather healing water as part of their training.”
Meanwhile, the most of the pupils in question could be seen in the cafeteria. Naturally, Futoi was there, attempting to satiate her aggressive appetite with a massive meal. Luckily, the dojo had its own troop of personal caretakers, who tended to the needs of the more…corpulent individuals.
Instead of merely relying on her comparably tiny arms, the dojo’s caretakers were there to hand-feed Futoi from a ladder. While convenient, Futoi did miss the ability to eat on her own without having something constantly out of reach, or inadvertently making a mess. Still, as she let the caretakers feed her, a thought began to echo through Futoi’s head: it was the words of her sensei.
“The power to use the world itself as an extension of your own body…when a Hylotl reaches true spiritual awakening, they are able to utilize a force that other races are ultimately blind to. When a Hylotl sees this force, they are capable of giving it form…”
“True awakening…with this power, would I truly be able to regain my independence?”, Futoi thought. “I may never see my feet again, nor will I be able to enter a room without lodging myself between its entrance…but if I can master this skill, I might be able to reach what I currently cannot…”
For a while, Futoi was lost in her own thoughts, pondering the possible and the impossible with her plus-sized physique. That is until, her sensei stepped into the room, as his students clamored to greet their beloved teacher…
This was just a short writing exercise, since its been a while since I’ve really done anything! As short as it is, I hope you enjoyed this quick update with Futoi.
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An update on Futoi I did enjoy quite well. I can only wait and see what comes next!
Nice seeing other people posting stories again! It felt like I was the only one for a while
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not much of a story just a character but uhh here goes ig
I’ve made a lil half-dragon half-human (forgot the species name) guy named Even.
His main thing is mostly that he volunteers at a mostly ChenkTM branded fat related lab-thing (not really a lab but it’s similar? like a senior home mixed with a lab but fat people and not a senior home in a sense at all) in exchange for getting food and a nice bed to sleep in
He mostly runs the bottom part of the lab, aka the underground part/basement. it’s where his bedroom thing is and most of the lab’s storage, and does most of the jobs most other people don’t really wanna do (like doing anything with the lard tank(s), stuff with feeding tubes and the bigger people, etc)
The manager of the lab-thing sort of treats him like his pet at most times (besides when he’s working), often hand feeding him and petting him n stuff. Even started off honestly wishing he wouldn’t but has kind of warmed up to it in the few months he’s been at the lab-thing.
ik it’s not much but he’s honestly one of my first starbound oc, things and he’s pretty cool ig
: )
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1: The race is called the Draconis
2: If you want I could help you out with writing a story form him 
yes draconis that
sorry i’m a bit new to starbound, i don’t even know all the orignal race’s names haha
i dunno if i wanna write an entire story yet though, kind of at least want to make a lil bio for the ceo (who only has a name and appearance that aren’t even final atm)
may be a little late but what is the race used in this story(the taur)?