Part of me wishes it could have been longer but it feels better to me to keep it short
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deep breath
Its been ages-
But first off, I wanna say that its great to see more stories on here. Aside from IRL stuff, I kinda stopped playing Starbound for a while…and then got hooked playing again once I made a Saturnian character. So far, we’ve got:
- A shy, soft mage moth determined to collect every LaMp in the universe
- Witchy twin sisters with a mischievous streak
- A Waspmim wanting to be treated like an actual wasp queen
I make nooooo promises of sticking around with how things are now, but if any of you are interested in at least one of these stories I could try something ^^
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“Come on, c-come on, there can’t be that much juice…”, Leslie pants, the avian’s body soaked in sweat as she leans over the treadmill. After a mishap with a pool of pear juice, she was left feeling odd… She dismissed it at first, but as her gut began to swell and change to a green hue as she made her way back to her Roost, it became increasingly clear that something was coming over her. What it was, she couldn’t say, and at first, the additional padding in her already voluptuous rear was a welcome surprise. As the walk went on, though, the novelty wore off as her rear end continued to balloon outwards, adding a good ten pounds to its girth over a few minutes… And then another ten, and another, until she stopped trying to estimate altogether and focused on getting home before her rear immobilized her entirely. Leslie ended up just barely making it home, having to squeeze through the western entrance, her stomach loudly sloshing as it bloated ever larger. Tools were knocked from her workbench by her incredible rear end, the bird almost too wide to fit through the small tool shed. Finally, she forced herself through the doorway itself, her weight splintering the wood on either side. The stairs up to her study were almost insurmountably steep, every step she took taking a herculean effort, and putting immense strain on the steps. But finally, she made it up to the second floor, moving at an agonizingly slow waddle to the treadmill. Leslie had had experiences with excess weight before, and the exercise machine seemed to melt off the pounds miraculously quickly, and the same applied to the strange, liquid weight that the pear juice had poured onto her frame… But she was still getting bigger every second that she wasn’t running on it, forcing the bird to push herself to her limits to slowly get the weight off… But she grew more tired, and the juice continued to bloat her body and digest into more fat at the same rate that it always had, even as her efforts faltered, and she went from a frantic run, to a weary jog, and finally to an exhausted waddle, with more and more frequent breaks as her weight steadily overwhelmed her legs’ ability to support it. And so here she stands, taking another break while her pear-scented sweat pours in rivulets down her rounded curves. “Haah… Haaaah…I-I need to… keep… going…” Another few steps, barely keeping her weight steady for a few seconds less than the previous round… And another break, her rear end swelling large enough to brush against the walls and make the house’s foundation groan in complaint. At this point, she’s too tired to notice.
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Short and sweet, great job! Were you considering continuing this?
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I might have an indirect continuation later. Bit of info: The house in the photo has been extensively remodeled since I did this story, with the stairways enlarged to allow Leslie to move freely through the house as long as she isn’t at Blob size. There’s a sizable amount of farmland around the house, which produces a big surplus of food, so Leslie could very easily gain a lot of weight from overindulging. Ultimately, though, I think the best candidate for a new story would be the giant food items added in a submod, since those can readily bring a character up to immobile. Fun fact: When Leslie ate one of those items on the top floor of her house, she got so large that I had to basically demolish the top floor to get her out, and that prompted me to do the remodeling I mentioned earlier. To be honest, though, it’ll probably be a long while before I make a sequel to this, since I’ve got a lot of other games to play. Personally, I still love Big Fatties, it’s just that I have a few gripes, mainly with the clothing not adjusting dynamically. Thanks for the positive feedback!
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The umbreon jolted awake, the harsh sting of electrical lights and the cold metal acting as his chair was quick to let him know- he wasn’t in his ship. No, where was he?
Shaking himself awake, Arch began to take stock of his surroundings- harsh green-and-red lighting that buzzed endlessly in the air. A solid metal floor and ceiling, and the same metal walls garnished with paint in an attempt to give the room personality. The solid metal door across from him reminded him of apex laboratories- and so did the poster by the wall. Directly across from him sat a table full of foodstuffs, scattered haphazardly across the table and the room.
With a confused grunt, he attempted to stand. Only to find himself unable to move- pinned beneath several straps of leather. Arch’s head would snap up- the door sliding open a big-bellied hylotl walking, or rather waddling, into the room.
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Arch could only glare at her as she made her way towards the umbreon, the fish’s body jiggling with every slow step she took. She would strut right past the room- speaking in a sing-song voice as she approached. He raised an eyebrow- what was she supposed to be, was she why he was here? Why was she doing this? How did she even bring him here at that size?
His thoughts were interrupted as she climbed ontop of him- crushing the air from his lungs as the whale’s weight connected with his chest. He felt her grab his head, and throw something over his ears as he squeezed his eyes shut from the pain of being crushed. His captors words fell on deaf ears as he tried to focus on breathing in- oblivious to what was being strapped to his face.
When she finally fell off of him, he breathed deep and steady. He slowly opened his eyes to find nothing but darkness- he growled at her, once more trying to escape his restraints when what she had put on his head turned on.
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Swirling spirals consumed his sight, trying to turn his head to the side was fruitless. It was impossible not to stare at this point, the hypnosis headset had already been strapped onto him and was already quick at work.
When the first slice of cake prodded at his mouth, Arch could barely protest- opening wide and chowing down in mere seconds.
Time and time again, food found its way to his mouth, and he could barely protest. His stomach swelled with every little gulp he took, first pushing into his once-loose clothes, and then into the awaiting hands of his captor- one hand rubbing the stomach she so deerly desired, and the other shoveling food into the face of its owner. Arch could only groan as his body betrayed him, pleasure and warmth radiating from his stomach with every bite, and yet he couldn’t stop her from filling him more and more.
Soon he felt his stomach poke out from underneath his clothing, the soft adipose squishing into the belts that restrained him, before sagging downwards towards his lap. He could feel it with his hands now- he wasn’t tight or full at all! What was she feeding him? It was just turning into weight on his frame!
Layers of soft adipose were rippling across his form, ripple after ripple giving away how much of a marshmallow he was becoming. He was far from happy- and yet he couldn’t stop opening his mouth to swallow more and more! He needed more- to get bigger, to-
The sound of the zipper flying off of his hoodie was enough to snap him back to reality, shaking his head as he tried to dislodge the headset his captor had shoved ontop of him. The effort caused the abnormal fat to jiggle and ripple like waves in a lake, earning a muffled giggle from the girl that stood across from him…
(First time posting here! I don’t imagine this is super good, but if there is interest i might keep it up! I sorta messed everything up from not understanding the new user issue’s. whoops.)
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On the discord there is a WIP verison of the mod that fixed this issue.
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So this was the original goal of the story I was originally writing, unfourantly, I don’t think I can finish it thanks to build constraints. Any other suggestions on what I actually COULD do with this size?
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space ship power core, fat = fuel
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How did you get such a huge Umbreon, and may I have the means to get one too?
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Seconding this question.
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They did the sprites themself.
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is that… fully hitboxed? that would be INCREDIBLE
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Not fully hitboxed. I made the sprite myself, and used LUAnimator in order to bring it into the game.
Will see about making the story when I can
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A low gurgling of a stomach echo’d throughout the small room, punctuated only by the sound of heavy breaths and the hum of machanicery that ground to a halt.
It had only been a few days with the headset on non-stop, and the scientist had long since hypnotized the resistance out of her new subject. Arch easily lead from room-to-room for testing, eating, gulping, munching, and growing. Even now, he stared into the swirling headset that had captured his attention for so long- hands absent-mindedly squishing into his love handles to feel the softness. There wasn’t even a need to tie him down these days.
Each day, he ballooned to bigger and bigger sizes under her care and feeding, as she did the thinking for him. Feelings of contentment with his size washed over him when he felt his caretaker rubbing his over-engorged stomach after a particularly long feeding session. How his ass and thighs pushed out into his clothes, threatening to rip them off more and more with every day he stayed here, under her sway.
Arch knew it was wrong, he knew he shouldn’t be so happy about the events unfolding- yet he couldn’t seem to bring up the effort to care. He was starting to earnestly enjoy every second of it- the feeling of his stomach popping out so far infront of him, the feeling of the hylotl gently massaging his belly that now rivaled her own. How how big he was growing- how soft he was growing. Every time he could even scrounge up a little resistance, she came right back to him- sticking food in his mouth and jiggling his tummy just a little. His worries eroding away with each ripple of fat sent wobbling through him.
He shook his head, he had to focus. Regardless if he felt like he was immersed in a vat of jello, he had to think of something else, something other than the headset strapped directly to his brain. But it was getting harder with each passing hour, forcing him to relax. The weight of his stomach dripped down the front of the bed and closer to the floor with every meal she fed him. He had to do something…! But he just couldn’t push himself to do it anymore, unable to exert himself past a few hungry whimpers. As much as he protested, his mind wanted more.
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Long gone was the once-thin umbreon, in his place was a fatty who’s belly never left the floor. Every day spent stuffing himself, or being stuffed by his caretaker, until his stomach bloated so full and so far with food, that he couldn’t even touch his hands together past it. He’d long since shed his clothing from size alone, the cold floor and hard surfaces of the lab he was held in shaking him to reality for only a few mere moments before his feeder came back.
Every hour of every day was filled with stuffing, at this point, Arch couldn’t even think about what it was like to have a empty stomach. He had been moved to a soft bed at some point, more comfortable than the hard lab he had originally been in- though now he was far too comfortable to even shake himself back to reality for very long. Even as he felt his gut spread further and further from himself every day, he was loving every second of it, his mind melting away with the headset.
His feeder said he’d only need it for a few days now, that once he was big enough, and fueled on enough gluttony, that he wouldn’t need to be trained anymore. Most of the words had gone over his head- any questions he asked had him shushed as more food was shoved down his gullet. Some days, he’d have a hose of echrius fuel shoved into his gullet, pumping him fuller than he’d ever been before.
Feeling his feeder rub her hands over his gut was nice now, being squished around. He hadn’t stood up in days, no activity beyond moving his hands to bring food to his own face- and even then often times he was being fed on his own. He had to wonder- why was he so worried before? He felt like he was in heaven!
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Ohhh man, I’m super late to this, huh?
I actually have my Novakid wearing the glow armor underneath. For the larger blob sizes, its a little flame effect from a tech mod that leaves a fire trail that also gives off light. For some reason, the fire ends up directly on the character since it registers YOU as the ground, I guess.
Okay, that’s actually impressive. One of these days I’ll have to figure out how to add some sprite mods to BF myself.