Even after some time, I still find myself looking back at Futoi’s story. Who knows what happens next to the Hylotl- I can only use my imagination to speculate on that.
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The XS Mechs: Modular edition grants you the cannon, along with a myriad of other neat mech arms ^^
XS Mechs : Modular Edition + Weapons | Chucklefish Forums (playstarbound.com)
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I’m surprised that people are still reading that story honestly! But I’m glad you and everyone else has enjoyed my dumb little tale 
Maybe one of these days, I’ll give this story a proper end.
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Hey again guys, so I’m considering the continuation of Futoi’s story, and I’ve figured out what’ll happen next. Though, what story I’ll post next is up to YOU!
There are two options:
-I show a training montage of Futoi and her dojo-mates on a beautiful, yet dangerous planet.
-I cut to the chase, and show off the results of Futoi’s training.
The most voted answer will be the next part of the story!
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Cut to the chase: Show how fat they’ve all gotten.
I was expecting a poll. If you’re going off of comments, I’d like to see the montage.
Been following your story even before I made this account and I would also like to see the montage. (may wanna make a poll on strawpoll or some other voting site, otherwise this topic’s gonna be filled full of comment votes lol)
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I’ve been doing a little drawn comic/gif story thing based on Starbound. I’m not an artist but its been super fun coming up with characters and stories for it… Right now there are three characters not including the reader who is supposed to be the captain of the ship. Two humans (Mable the ships engineer & Mea a store clerk turned prisoner when she tries to rob the ship) and one hybrid alien species that has features reminiscent of a pig (Contessa a new hire who is the ships taste tester). There is heavy themes of weight gain, belly stuffing/bloating, and force feeding. I have a bunch of other characters already drawn that I plan on introducing in the future but this is it for now. I love seeing all of these stories everyone has come up with I cant wait to see more!
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Get to the training montage!
honestly, my vote is for the training montage to be shown
I might be able to make a template from your sprites, so other people can use it to make their own sprites.
Do you still have them?
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Not only still have them, but have improved them. I’ve made them public for people to use on the starpounds discord server.
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Arch groaned softly as he slowly came too; a throbbing pain in his wrists as awareness slowly returned. The smell of something almost painfully-sweet reaching his senses as he started to cough himself awake; groaning as the soreness from his hands spread down his entire arm down to the socket. Opening his bleary eyes revealed a distinct lack of his own bedroom; let alone a bed. Solid stone walls, coated in some greasy-looking, vile ooze that seemed to seep through the very brickwork. A few swivels of his head revealed a giant pool of the stuff beneath where he was hanging; and two shackles around his wrists, hefting him into the air above it. He would rattle the chains, blinking the sleep from his eyes as the full pain of being hung to dry all night hit him; yelping in pain as muscles tugged back into place from the movement. As he recovered, the door at the end of the room would open, with a bulbous, flabby shadow taking up almost the entire doorway.
In walked a… Almost-average looking person if it wasn’t for the green stains running down her chin, the blank smile on her face, and the nearly seven-hundred extra pounds that dragged down her body. Her stomach pressing into the floor with every deep breath she took as she looked him over with a judgmental stare; her stretched-out clothes creaking softly as she forced them bigger each time. He opened his mouth to yell at her; to question her even, what was he doing here? Did she do this?
Before he could even get a single word out, a rattling-grinding sound came from above him as he suddenly felt himself drop a bit lower. He choked on his own words in surprise; rapidly glancing up at the roof where he had been chained; seeing the slow descent as his bare paws were dipped into the cold, mucus-like pool of green sludge beneath him. He tried to kick his feet as they were submerged, feeling as if he was being dumped into a giant vat of concrete. Wordlessly shouting as he was lowered further and further in, feeling himself practically sink up to the waist, his clothes pressing into him from the dense semi-liquid, a shiver running down his spine as the freezing weight pressed in all around him. He barely thought to gasp for air when his neck was at edge of going under, but by the time he had opened his jaw to take a deep breath slime was already pushing into it, sliding down his throat through the sheer weight of it alone.
He tried to keep his throat shut at first, but he just couldn’t. A sweet, metallic-tasting slime running down his mouth and pooling; it was like trying to weight-lift with just a finger. The heavy liquid quickly pushing down into his stomach in seconds as his entire head was submerged. Gasping for air; he wasn’t suffocating, but he felt as if he was being shoved down beneath an incredibly heavy fabric. Each heavy gulp brought a bit more air into his system, but hit his stomach like a pipe bomb, stretching painfully beyond simple over-eating after the first minute. Keeping his eyes shut tight beneath the pool of sludge.
He more heard than felt himself being pulled back above the surface of the liquid, The chilling, almost-solid body making it nearly impossible to feel anything else, even as his wrists practically screamed at him from being pulled back upwards. The first few breaths of fresh air were welcomed by a desperate sputtering and exhausted coughing. Leftover sludge that had clung to his fur splattering back into the pool as his waist was dug out, followed by his limply-hanging legs. Green sludge that had been stuck in his clothes was slowly pouring out of his pants leg as he panted, eyes slowly opening.
He glanced down at himself, cheeks going flush as he looked over what they had just done to him; his stomach practically sagging into his thighs at this point. A small, soft pot-belly danging from his once-lithe frame, dragging him downwards with its weight. Worse yet, he still felt cold and freezing on the inside; as if the flab wasn’t his own. Even his softened thighs felt as if they were balloons for the stuff instead of having been fattened by his own adipose, cold and soft beneath his fur.
He opened his mouth to speak once again; starting to cough and hack out the last remaining chunks of the thick slime. Mouth slurring and drooling as the stuff mixed with his spit, unable to keep thick droplets of saliva from dropping down his jacket. Every second that passed felt more like he just couldn’t get it out, a thickening clog in the back of his throat, his entire body having gone slightly numbed from the constant cold both inside and outside of him at this point.
He risked a glance over at the lady who was there originally, eyes widening as she smiled at him. Giving a far-to-friendly wave of hello with a wide, open-mouthed smile. Thick droplets of slime oozed out the side of her mouth as she did so, despite having not eaten any when he was here, at least as far as he could see. Arch would groan softly as he spat out more slime. Even as he shut his eyes, he felt himself simply ballooning with more of the stuff, as if it was multiplying inside of him, the growing weight pulling more and more strain on his arms as he wobbled from the extra weight. The sludge he had ingested growing and multiplying inside him; ballooning his frame up as if it was weird, jello-y fat instead of being inflated.
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Arch would gurgle a bit, coughing and shivering as the slime expanded inside of him, bloating up every inch of his body with cold, clammy rolls of pseudo-fat, to distracted by the overwhelming feeling of sudden weight to hear the wooden board being extended, and the slow, fatty waddling of the lady who had waved hello to him. She unhooked his chains, pulling him to a kneeling position on the platform with repetitive ease, hefting his almost-limp body by the shoulders.
Slowly she would walk him down the hallway out of the room, too distracted with the building feeling of pressure and nausea in his stomach to protest, or even to remember to open up his eyes and try to map out an escape. Stomach growing softer and rounder between his fingers, stumbling down the hallways and around corners, guided by the cold, clammy hands of his bloated tour-guide
By the time the umbreon could think to blink his eyes open, he was forcefully sat down on a brickwork ledge, a pair of hands on his shoulders pressing him down. He let his hands explore his gut and thighs, audibly gurgling and visibly growing inside of him, filled with thick, green, cold ooze that seemed to slosh across his body no matter where he was pressing. He vaguely registered the feeling of his thighs spreading further into his pants the more he pressed on his gut, forcing the slime to another part of him.
He would try again to speak, but the cold taste of sweetness rushed out of his throat; sputtering out several globs of ooze before he could clamp his mouth shut, the liquid splashing into the massive drain situated beneath him. He quickly covered his mouth with a hand, cheeks swelling up as the torrent tried to escape, his entire body swelling like a balloon in anticipation.
The hands on his shoulders would slide down to his gut, wrapping around his front and pulling down, the gallons of sludge forming inside of him suddenly being pushed back out of him. Unable to keep it down as he suddenly spat out several large globs of the stuff; far more than he had accidentally choked down from being dunked in a pond. With it came the feeling of relief, his hand left hovering infront of his face as he let the slime spill out of him, the growth having ceased.
His mind grew hazy for a moment, teetering on the edge and being held back only by the crushing hug he was trapped in. Despite being near-frozen from the inside, a pleasant buzzing was starting to spread from the back of his throat, digging deeper into his body and twisting into his limbs with a foreign pleasure from the release of pressure, his shoulders finally relaxing.
By the time he was spitting out the last few drops of the substance, his arms were left dangling at his sides, having bloated up with more of the goo; and he hadn’t even shrunk down despite the sheer amount he just had pushed out of him. His hazy mind still felt the women hugging him from behind in a soft, clammy embrace. He was exhausted, and tired, even her strange pillow of a gut felt good enough to fall asleep into…
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Where in the Discord are they?
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Arch wasn’t sure when he had fallen asleep- only that he was now waking up tired and groggy, arms restrained to his sides and his stomach pushing down on his legs. The sweet smell of that sugary, cold, green slime was growing familiar to him at this point, and he was afraid to open his eyes at the realization of where he might be, yet… there was sound, the slorshes of heavy boots kicking around pules of the stuff.
He opened his eyes to what once might have been a grand castle hallway; the brickwork half-digested by the foul ooze that made up half the place he had been trapped inside. His stomach churned slightly in nausea as he looked down at himself, feeling just how full every limb had been swollen with the surrogate fat. He risked a glance directly forward to see that women- the same, over-weight slime-filled women standing besides a alter, looking down at him.
He opened his mouth to speak, and could only gag on the leftover, cold stuffing that was still filling his every nick and cranny, feeling as if he let it out, he might never be able to clamp his mouth shut again. He gurgled in discomfort, trying to move his legs, stuck as he was inside of the slime-coated floor.
He watched in slow, dawning horror as the women began to dance, the orb placed within the center of the alter humming to life with a sickening green energy, the slime-cultist’s girth slowly shrinking, as the sound of humming machinery and churning slime echo’d across the entire room. He tried to pull himself free with yet more vigor, finding himself simply unable to move, his stomach beginning to loudly gurgle and bubble alongside the rest of the room’s hellish, ooze-like noises.
His new mistress was upon him in seconds, scooping up a handful of slime from floor, holding it tantalizingly in front of the slowly-growing fatass. He tried his best, hesitating and flinching, but eventually he gave out. Obediently opening his mouth in acceptance, with a deep, heavy gulp once the fistful of jammy ooze had been shoved into his waiting maw.
He struggled to resist whatever maladiction had been placed on his mind as he sat there, willingly taking mouthful after mouthful of gulps to fill him even faster, the pleasure of being so big, the lazy gluttony of having his stomach and every limb filled, even the coldness the ooze had been imparting onto him didn’t feel so bad, his mind fighting off going completely blank under whatever spell had been cast on him…
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the story? hm… I think I’m going to try this to make if you wish, my own story I will accept in and begin making 2024! but I need how the image works, etc in Weight Gaming…
Hey, is this thread dead? I was thinking of making a story for here. Avali stuff, if that peaks your interest.
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i guess nobody has had any storties they thought worth posting. but if you’ve got something with avali. im curious now
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