I was just confused about how it seems like it contradicted itself.
The Glitch are well-known for their society suspended in progress, perpetually stuck in the middle ages. Their simulational programming drives them to do things flesh-based species would be expected to do, as the Glitch’s health would deteriorate if such conditions are not met.
For example, the Glitch use medicine and bandages to heal their wounds, and become sickly if they halt the use of these practices. Healing through magical means (or in other words, advanced science) was similarly believed to function just as well. On most planets, you can see abandoned castles holding dilapidated churches, where magical rituals were practiced to heal the sick.
Among these “magical healers” were the ancestors of Siegeflower, a gentle Glitch born into nobility through her family’s aid in wars of old. In the current era of self-aware Glitch, Siegeflower was created with various modifications meant to make her the pinnacle of her line.
She lived a life of pure luxury, though she could only bask in her wealth for so long. She sought adventure, calling upon a pair of bodyguards to aid in her travels: Ironbolt the Archer and Rendheart the Berserker.
The two had their foibles, such as Ironbolt’s inconsistent aim and Rendheart’s machismo, but their charms enraptured Siegeflower enough to keep them around.
In hopes of pleasing their employer, Ironbolt and Rendheart showered Siegeflower with gifts: Ironbolt with his harvests, and Rendheart with his willingness to wait on Siegeflower hand and foot. Every day, Rendheart would feed the full-figured maiden with his own fingers, with Ironbolt following soon after.
The pampering began to make Siegeflower even heavier, something Rendheart playfully made Siegeflower acknowledge from time-to-time. After all, he had his eye on making Siegeflower his wife. Staying true to his archaic roots, he believed that a noblewoman fit for marriage carried weight to emphasize her wealth.
Ironbolt did not mind these changes himself; he wasn’t nearly as obsessed with getting Siegeflower bigger than his rival in love, but instead, simply showed joy and satisfaction in making Siegeflower happy. Feeding her lavishly just happened to be one of those things that did.
Siegeflower used her healing to ensure that her bodyguards stayed healthy during adventures, though her increased bulk slowed her down, making it harder to reach the two in critical moments. As such, Siegeflower decided on calling forth another member for their party.
His name was Cleavepike, a handsome knight sworn to the sword. However, he was also very meek and easily frightened- first impressions that weren’t becoming of a knight. But just like the two before him, Cleavepike was adored by Siegeflower, confident that he wouldn’t fail her.
Rendheart wasn’t happy to have Cleavepike along, believing that the knight would get in the way of his rivalry with Ironbolt for Siegeflower’s heart. In the end, Rendheart decided not to complain about this new addition. At least, not too much.
The quartet of travelers proceeded to travel to other planets, taking in their exotic culture and lovely architecture. During their travels, Rendheart grew smitten with the kindhearted noblewoman, who was always willing to support him.
For the sake of keeping friendly relations though, Cleavepike concluded on keeping his infatuation a secret. He was good friends with Ironbolt, but the last thing he wanted was to be on the wrong side of Rendheart’s hammer…
With three guards devoted to their noblewoman, Siegeflower felt safer. With the trio fighting together, Siegeflower saw less of a need to rush to their aid in battle, as they began to leave each struggle relatively unscathed. This allowed Siegeflower to take things in stride…and her body to expand even further.
As time passed, Siegeflower’s bond with the trio of bodyguards grew closer, as her once flat waistline grew bigger. Her shapely, feminine hips became excessively voluptuous, nearly taking up enough chair space for two people. Her proportional presence was announced by the metallic noise of her thighs scraping together as she walked.
There was no doubt about it: Siegeflower had gotten much larger. Rendheart was proud of the results, and the ever open-minded Ironbolt continued to see Siegeflower for who she was, size and all.
All the while, Cleavepike grew ever timid with each pound Siegeflower gained. Unable to ignore her massive rear swaying about in u-shaped motions whenever she waddled down the halls, Cleavepike couldn’t help but shy away from the bulging beauty, leaving Rendheart and Ironbolt to continue their courtship of Siegeflower…
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When Chiyo held aloft her wand and cried out “Stellar Shimmer!”, she took on a dramatic transformation. When the light subsided, the Hyloyl known as Chiyo had disappeared…
…and in her place, Stellar Rainbow was born!
As Stellar Rainbow, Chiyo displayed incredible power. She could fly faster than a hovercraft, heal the injured, and dispel the forces of evil with the power of love! With this power, Chiyo was trained by Albi the Poptop to be a force of light in a universe of darkness.
Stellar Rainbow was told that her powers come from all that is sweet in the universe. To sustain her form for long periods of time and become even stronger, Albi directed Chiyo to consume as many desserts as she could. With Rainbow’s remarkable metabolism, she didn’t seem to gain a single pound!
Stellar Rainbow grew startlingly strong, surpassing Albi’s expectations. Soon, Albi divulged her secrets, and told Rainbow that there were more Hylotl like her in the universe. To truly fulfill her destiny, Chiyo had to gather the other “Stellar Colors” across the vastness of space.
In months, a small team of young Hylotl warriors were born, all given magical weapons and powerful new forms to wield them. Coming from different backgrounds, the Stellar Colors are still getting used to their power, and working together as a team…
Competitive and hot-headed at times, Yuuta was the perfect candidate for “Stellar Red”. Her sword responds to her indomitable will, slicing through the blackest of hearts. She has a small crush on Chiyo.
Haruki, “Stellar Yellow”, is the youngest of the team, brimming with vigor and positivity. As a Stellar Color, she shares this positivity with the others, causing them to radiate a warm, heavenly glow.
Sakura is “Stellar Blue”, the eldest of the Stellar Colors. Inspired heavily by tradition, Sakura performs soothing songs and elegant dances to get along with the others. Her greatest power is her boosted intellect, allowing her to maintain their ship as a handy mechanic.
Aiko, or “Stellar Black” is a nonconformist to Hylotl culture, being indiscriminately rude and callous to everyone she meets. But beyond her rough, city girl exterior, is a soft, gentle spot for animals.
The warm-hearted Ayame, or “Stellar White”, is a scientist who brings her knowledge into the battlefield as a medic. Her power as a Stellar Color grants Ayame remarkable healing capabilities, only second to Chiyo.
Finally, Aoi is “Stellar Violet”. Quiet and timid, she doubts her usefulness to the team. Aoi lacks the strength to go on the offensive, but she holds a significant purpose: the blacksmith and tailor of the Stellar Colors, maintaining their weapons and gear.
With Albi the Poptop as their mentor, the Stellar Colors fight in the name of love, justice, and freedom…
…but something is off about the albino creature. How did Albi learn how to speak? Where did Albi come from? How did Albi come into possession of these weapons?
When asked, Albi gives those who ask one simple answer: magic.
But now even Chiyo is demanding answers. As Stellar Rainbow, she becomes stronger whenever she consumes dessert. But little did she realize that all of those sweets went somewhere when she powered down.
In this case, its all gone straight to her gut…
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“H-how did I get so big?!”
MAGIC
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Futoi was not sure how she would get out of this. Be it whatever that was being fed to her, or the tranquilizing shot still within her bloodstream, Futoi could not muster the strength to move. Even if she could, her belly was bloated beyond any reasonable size. It felt as if one ungainly movement could cause her to burst altogether.
Her body was truly unfit for battle, let alone mobility. All that was left was her mind. She had to fight off the temptation of giving in, even if her crippling fear made it difficult to do so.
Futoi desperately tried to keep her mind active, as a means of breaking away from the pleasurable, mind-dulling flavor of the lard gushing through her mouth. She counted the tiles on the wall. She calculated when the light in front of her would flicker. Anything- anything that could keep her sanity intact until help arrived.
If it ever did.
Futoi remembered her training from months ago, how her size didn’t affect her ability as a warrior. She could even exchange blows against the mechanized machinations of the Penguins, among others.
Her sheer strength and agility- even at a size that could render others immobile- was unprecedented in the eyes of those who witnessed her. Those who underestimated Futoi for her size were subject to a thrashing…even if Futoi couldn’t quite reach her favorite items in the fridge.
Those who tried to emulate her success were left humiliated- even more so when her dramatic weight loss left Futoi even stronger than ever. Futoi used these victories to push through the turmoil of her situation.
But days had passed since her capture. Futoi fought on to keep her mind intact…but the unnaturally delectable and addicting liquid being pumped into her body was becoming harder and harder to ignore. Even with her stomach walls stretched far beyond its limits, even with her body continuously becoming heavier and heavier…she wanted more.
The Apex scientist, who had been watching Futoi from a remote distance, could see that her newest subject was slowly giving into her fate. With an uncanny, disturbing smile, the scientist returned to the room to witness her subject up close.
“Can you still hear me?”, the scientist asked, tilting her head curiously. “I see that your thought functions have gone down by 23.4% since we’ve last spoke. You’ve held on for a surprisingly long time, I’ll admit…but you’re slowly becoming a vegetable like the others…well, aside from the Floran next to you, who’s literally a living vegetable.”
Letting out a chuckle from her little joke, the deviant sighed, leaning against the swollen stomach of her supersized subject. “Its a bit disappointing…your size is truly wonderful…but if there’s no struggle, then what’s the point? I was hoping you could entertain me just a little longer…but oh well.”
She stepped back to get a better view of Futoi in her entirety. “I might consider ending your feeding for just a few moments…it gets boring, referring to everyone by codes. For once, I think I’d like to know your name…I’d like to know everything about you, and how you were able to hold on for so long…is this the ‘honor’ you Hylotl won’t stop talking about?”
Futoi gave a response- albeit a subtle one. Beneath her heavy eyelids, she glanced at the scientist and let out a quiet moan. This gesture was enough to make the scientist laugh.
“I’m glad you’re awake- but I’ve got other matters to attend to. I believe there are other visitors on the surface. I have to be there to meet them.” The Apex scientist said, before climbing down the ladder leading to the exit.
But right after this, Futoi could hear the sounds of a struggle. Shots were fired, and thumping against the walls could be heard. With her mind slowly becoming clouded and corrupted by hedonistic desires, it was difficult to focus on what was happening from below.
During the struggle, the scientist let out yells of frustration…yells which were silenced when one more shot was fired. Was it finally help? Was it salvation? Or did the scientist win, hauling her unconscious guest to another feeding machine?
Luckily enough for Futoi…it was the former.
Another Apex- a male with blue hair- climbed onto Futoi and removed the tube from her mouth. Futoi coughed painfully, letting out deep, gasping breaths.
“That’s it friend, you’re doing great. Deep breaths. Take as long as you need. We’re getting you out of here- just say the word when you’re ready.”
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With Ironbolt, Rendheart, and Cleavepike there to protect her, Siegeflower could visit other planets and not worry too much about getting hurt. But there were times where their constant and careful watch over their beloved employer grew too much for even Siegeflower to handle.
They were highly against letting Siegeflower go anywhere on her own, but Siegeflower managed to get away from them for just one time. At the moment, she was in a village; with guards patrolling the area, she had to be safe, right?
Little did they know about a petty pickpocket known as Lightfoot. True to her name, none could hear Lightfoot’s silent treading as she stalked her victims…until it was too late. When Lightfoot heard that a noble had entered the village, she waited until she was finally alone, bent on stealing her riches…
During the night, Lightfoot crept into Siegeflower’s inn…but what she didn’t expect was for the noble to be awake. Not knowing who she was, Siegeflower greeted the young thief, and offered to read her a story. Lightfoot quietly declined, and decided to sneak away before she could be found.
The next night after, Lightfoot tried to rob the noble a second time. Judging from Siegeflower’s size, whatever Lightfoot could grab from the girthy Glitch would make her rich beyond comprehension. But her greed overcame her senses, and Lightfoot wound up being caught by one of the village’s guards.
Upon recognizing her, the village guards imprisoned Lightfoot, dead set on executing her the next day. Luckily for her, Siegeflower was merciful; she offered Lightfoot a job as one of her guards, giving her a decent, honest pay to reform. Lightfoot was touched by this gesture, and agreed to work for Siegeflower. It did mean preserving her life, after all.
The other three were alarmed to see a thief working alongside them, even if said thief was in Siegeflower’s good graces. She could run off at any time, with Siegeflower’s goods tucked in her pocket, but Siegeflower trusted her. At least Lightfoot didn’t have to scrounge to get a good meal.
Some time after the addition of Lightfoot, Siegeflower’s party would meet its 6th member. This new Glitch was met deep within an abandoned church, and explained her dedication to its continued upkeep. Though doing so alone was not easy.
Her name was Brightprayer, and she was a paladin: a pious female knight who used her prayers to heal the wounded. Siegeflower was a capable healer on her own, but a healer who could fight in her stead would make her travels across planets even easier.
Brightprayer was happy to join, but under one condition: Siegeflower would use her wealth to repair the church. Once that was settled, a strong and capable ally had accompanied their guild.
Siegeflower only grew rounder and heavier as a result. With Rendheart continuously feeding her, and the others fighting without much need for her to take action, Siegeflower became idle and sluggish. Ironically, Siegeflower put on more weight from traveling as opposed to sitting in her own home, lightyears away.
Matching her humongous haunches which required two sturdy seats to keep her off the ground, the enormous hunk of metal holding her ever-overfed fuel tank hung over her legs, nearly making it difficult to stand without tipping over, let alone getting up. She could no longer see her feet, which shuffled along the ground as she walked.
Her size was a true testament to her indulgence- and she found herself enjoying it. Especially when Rendheart complimented the gormandized Glitch, unable to keep himself away from her corpulent configuration.
But when asked, the lustful Rendheart sought to make Siegeflower even bigger. If Siegeflower chose to take Rendheart’s hand in marriage, he would take care of her every need as her vast, abundantly bloated shell would only continue to reach milestone after milestone.
Siegeflower would be so big, she would require her own palanquin just to go outside- and it was a prospect which excited Rendheart greatly. However, this thought was something Siegeflower was hesitant on. She was already fond of her overstuffed structure, and becoming even bigger than this was not something she could fathom.
Her dilemma was not made any easier, considering that she had grown to love both Rendheart and his rival, Ironbolt. But her choice became even more difficult to make when Cleavepike, the meek and usually quiet knight, finally had a moment alone with Siegeflower.
Siegeflower was beyond flattered to realize that not just two, but three men were after her heart. Cleavepike told Siegeflower how he had grown to admire the noble for her beauty, her abilities, and her kindness.
Finally releasing all of his pent-up emotions, the heart-struck Cleavepike mentioned his worries about Rendheart, believing that he was only seeing Siegeflower for her size, and not everything else. Cleavepike promised to love her unconditionally, and gave his word as a knight that he would happily die for her.
Siegeflower felt a new kind of weight- and it was on her shoulders. She was already in love with Rendheart and Ironbolt, but Cleavepike admittedly did not do much to leave an impression on her. Nevertheless, his sweet and affable nature was something worth giving a chance, in her view.
The only thing Siegeflower knew at the time, was that she could no longer view those three as simple bodyguards ever again…
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Yes- we get to see the continuation of Futoi!
Many years ago, the Armarok Empire ruled over the land with an iron fist, hogging all the spoils of war and farming for themselves. While many starved, they sat in their mighty castle feasting upon the never-ending supplies of food and buying all they could with their endless reserves of money. The citizens however grew tired and tried to reason with the kings to lend some of their money to the locals, but they refused as what possible threat could they pose? Turns out…a massive one. The citizens rallied against the kings and stormed their castle with one goal, overthrow the tyrants. They were successful and the gluttonous tyrants were ironically left to starve in the wild. After the overthrow, many considered burning the castle to purge the foul memories inside, but eventually the citizens eventually abandoned the structure, leaving it to crumble.
However several decades later, the New Evalion Republic was forced from their homeland by space marauders and thieves constantly pillaging their cities. They needed some place smaller, more fortified, and easier to manage. Fortunately, the abandoned Armalok Empire castle was a perfect fit as it was backed by a near impassible mountain on one side and a sprawling flatlabd the other. Besides the outdated technology as the Evalion were several centuries of technological advancement ahead of the Armarok Empire, the castle was a perfect fit. After some modernization and additions, the New Evalion Republic castle was functional
Leading up to the front of the castle is a sprawling flatland that not only makes it great for defense, but also for harvesting the massive amounts of food needed the Republic.
As one enters through the main gate, they are greeted with a vast storage room meant for storing artifacts of the Empire era and for the materials needed for present or future renovations. Speaking of renovations, the dormitory and lookout posts are currently undergoing renovations
Directly across from the storage area is the massive dining hall where the throne of once gluttonous kings now serves as a backdrop for the feasts of the NER. However the food does not come out of no where (unlike those weird cakes), hence the sizable kitchen located right above the storage room for easy access. The security and server room lies directly above the two [and also the bathrooms as well] which helps to serve as the backbone of the Republic’s transactions, security monitoring, and wireless connections.
Moving up the mountain it was built on, the guard towers and foundations have recieved some major modifications. From modified cargo container modules, to machine gun turrets, to multiple shops built into the foundations (somewhat unwise but it works I guess), to the solar array that powers the entire castle, the towers are now bustling with economic life, though their old life as guard towers has never ceased.
Speaking of security, towards the back of the castle (where that aforementioned near-impassible mountainside is) the NER initially intended the area to be dedicated to residential space, but after several small skirmishes by bandit groups, the NER eventually decided to set up a modern guard post/ checkpoint to anyone who goes the path less traveled.
Below the surface however lies a dark and an enjoyable secret. The dark secret is the old dungeon that lies far below the castle base. In it, fattening runes ensure that prisoners can never leave unless the NER decides to let them free. Until then, they simply have to sit in place as their bodies are too heavy to even squirm around without being exhausted. The enjoyable secret is the secret hideaway that is hidden being a seemingly inconspicuous patch of wall. This section of wall however reveals a secret passage way that goes to a restricted hangout. If you can get access and make sure to follow the rules, this hangout has a mini arcade, lounge, spa, rock collection, and a private gorging room perfect for all of you fattening desires.
Apologies for the abrupt transition but what did you think? I wanted to experiment with telling a story of the environment rather than of a character/characters (though I might make a story about Tamiko in the future depending on if I get burnt out or come up with any ideas). As much as I love the stories posted here, I felt like there was a lack of environment stories that centered around the story behind the location. Also, I apologies if the language is a bit stale or repetitive, this is my first major story here so I am a bit flustered and rosy cheeked, which doesn’t make for the best storytelling me. Any feedback would be nice and thank you for your hospitality.
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Cool, more stories finally! Thanks! 
oh how you get the avali bigger?
It’s a bit of a doozie, but I will try to explain it the best I can. First you want to get the Humanoid Avali mod not just so that avali can now wear most if not all outfits, but also for the next part. For part 2, you’ll need to get the Starbound Big Fatties - Humanoid Avali so that you can tamper with the files since they are in actual operable folders rather than a condensed .pak folder. After that, go to here for the fat avali sprite and download the image. Once you do, go to the folder titled “items”, open it to get the “armors” folder, open that one to get to the “blob” folder, then open “blobavali” to get to the art. However that is just to the regular blob stages, not the immobile ones. To get to the immobile ones, open the “blobend” folder to get to where you want. After that, you move/delete the file titled “blob_pantsf”, change the name of your downloaded image to “blob_pantsf” and put it were the original file was. If you did it right, you should now have a extra fat immobile avali, though it only works with the female one (unless you switched out the male one to) and it has no movement sprites unfortuately. Credit to this person for making the pixel art.
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oh thank you it might take me some time to do it
Oh my… this thread is alive. However, its nice to see some sort of revival.
Also thanks up here for the avali guide, this was very helpful and by this I mean a lot.
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No problem, I’ve been quite a lurker here and I got a bit tired of only popping in when I needed help. So I figured I should give something back, but since I suck at coding, pixel art, and sound design, I figured I would give back in the form of stories. I didn’t expect to make the Avali guide, let alone have several people actually find it helpful, but I guess sometimes the nicest stuff is the most unexpected places.
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Wow, contributions are still happening.
I’d like to get back into writing, but given what’s going on in the world, my job’s been putting me into a workload I rarely dealt with before, which has drained my drive to write for now, I’ll still try to write and release something, but I cannot guarantee a specific date, I still recommend people to provide their own stories or characters, the more the merrier
Alright, second story post… let’s do this
Many gods ruled over a desert planet far away from our world. Of these gods two reigned supreme, were Raol the god of life who ruled all of the desert and Thama the god of death who despite being the god of death is improbably patient. Many other smaller gods are also present in this world but our tale revolves around on of Raol’s assistants, Reni the god of corpulence.
Just as his title would have you believe he is in charge if dealing with everything relating to fat. Whether that is the fat in wild animals, sentient beings, even the other gods, he is in charge of making sure fattiness is kept in balance on the world. However contrary to what you may think, he is not a god that spends his time gorging on ceaseless feasts, in fact if anything he feels guilty whenever he has to eat as that food could be going to someone else. Instead what he does is that he gradually takes other people’s excessive fat and puts it on himself to feed rather than eating, helping the person and nourishing himself. Speaking of which, the gods in this world are not like the ones (or one) in our world. Rather than being omniscient and immortal, they are more akin to regular people with far more strength and intelligence but with the added responsibility of looking after their world without being able to see all.
This came to a head when one of the gods, Uncales the god of war, refused to cause small conflicts throughout history in order to keep a massive war from engulfing the planet. They did not want to cause war and since they were in charge of it, no war could occur without them, at least that is what they thought. Instead the built up rage and violence sparked a gargantuan war that lead to the destruction of several of the god’s temples. The remaining temples were supposed to be hidden by Indar the god of sight, but of the three gods that refused to hide them, Reni was the most avid spokesperson against hiding away. He argued that the temple should instead become safehavens for those displaced by the conflict. The other gods saw him as a fool and warned that doing so would see his temple destroyed by the war, but he still accepted the responsibility of guarding the innocent.
He knew that his temple in its archaic state would do little to help anyone, so he sought out the help of several mortals to help modify his temple. They started work carving out the sides so that more space was available to the refugees along with creating several scaffolds to either keep the freshly excavated cavities open or the provide even more space for the refugees. He had one of his allies wire up an underground electrical system with generators and a solar panel to power any electrical needs. His other ally offered to set up defensive works around the base and station himself as the lone guardsman. While they modified the temple, Reni went about enchanting as much water as he could to a fattening and nutritious sludge that could sate the body of even the most starved and malnourished individual. Before he could finish the modifications, a caravan of people outcasted from their homes turned up to ask for help. Even though he knew he would have to work tirelessly to keep things in shape, he took up the offer and invited them in.
While the refugees pitched their tents and finally began to rest, Reni and his guard companion fended off a wave of merciless attackers that had been shadowing the caravan. They beat back the raiders Reni went back to work improving the temple as best he could, though he made sure to stock up on sandbags and ammunition as both had run dangerously low in the gunfight. He helped the caravan get settled down and began to give them clear roles to help ensure that the group could survive.
One of the refugees help to set up a water pump to harvest ground water in case the temple was besieged and could not get water from the oasis at the surface. Next to the throne laid the improvised kitchen and dining area where meals from hunted animals or harvested plants could be turned into meals so that the taste of the sludge did not become reviled by anyone. As for his throne, the massive headrest helped serve as a scaffold for the top platform along with placing an enchanted statue that would ensure that he had enough fat to sustain himself. He also tasked several of the refugees with mining out a backroom for future use and though their tools have not been the sturdiest, they have gotten a significant area excavated out of the back. Reni has major goals set for the future such as setting up a dedicated storage room separated from the living area, more solid defenses to repel far more attacks, and overall improvements to one’s quality of life. As for Reni, he still continues to be his selfless blubbery self dedicated to ensuring the well-being of everyone he can assist.
Apologies for any gramatical errors, I still am not fully acustomed to writing these sorts of thingd. This time I wanted to focus more on telling a character’s story on this tale while also keeping some of the enviromental storytelling that I enjoy doing with these. I am not the kind of person to write a multi-part story dedicated to following a character’s fattening endeavors as I just cannot bring myself to write about it. I prefer to do worldbuilding as opposed to traditional storywriting and I hope you are all ok with that. For now I enjoy making these worlds and if you want to have a story that takes place in them (though probably not in a server like fashion due to the sheer amount of mods I have installed), then I could help with some of the worldbuilding needed to set the background. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!
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A second part to the story above, but with a bit more focus on Reni and traditional storytelling, hope you enjoy!
Reni stared out into the barren distance, no sign of any bandits or raiders anywhere near. He clenched the crude flamethrower with a worried grasp. Just because he was a god did not make him immortal, and from what he had heard, dying was a painful last experience. He did not like being on guard duty as it made his mind race with thoughts. Who will take over the temple? Would the refugees survive? Were they too dependent on him? How long could they hold out if he died? How would the other gods react? Would he be reincarnated or simply left to rot? His plump hands clenched the rudimentary iron handle, the cool grip sinking into the tepid mushy fat.
“Hey Reni.” Reni turned his pudgy body to see a rose red lyceen standing behind him “I’ll take over your guard shift.”
Reni ashamedly nodded “Alright…”
The lyceen tilted their slender head in confusion “Aren’t you exhausted? All that fat in this sort of heat? You should get out the sun before you drown in your own sweat.”
“Gods are less susceptible to heat and exhaustion, among other things. I’m fine.” Reni turned back around to face the sprawling desert.
The lyceen plopped their hand on Reni’s shoulder “Look, I appreciate everything you are doing for us but you need to take a break. You’ve been working non-stop for the past few weeks, even a god would be worn out by all that.”
Reni sighed “I…I just feel like if I’m not doing something for someone else, if I am keeping something for myself, even if I’m eating something that could go to someone else, I feel incredibly selfish.”
The lyceen nodded in agreement “I know, I know how it feels. I can’t really say all that much to change your mind other than to take care of yourself. This place would be a whole lot less friendly and productive without you around, so keep yourself safe ok? There’s plenty of other guards with decent equipment, you don’t need to risk your pudgy self on the front lines if we get attacked again.”
“So you want this to be my last guard shift?” Reni swiveled his head to face the lyceen.
The lyceen joyfully nodded “Mmmhm. I’ll take over your shifts, just don’t worry too much about all this guard stuff ok? Leave it to the people who know how to fight and who aren’t as invaluable to the temple.”
“Everyone’s invaluable, there’s no one here that can go missing without major repercussions.” Reni stepped in front of the lyceen as if to block them from going any further
“Yeah but your our leader and best worker, if we lost you we’ve be carrion for the vultures.” The lyceen walked past Reni and stationed himself by the rusting sign. “I’ll be fine, you just get yourself some rest.”
“Alright, stay safe.” Reni walked towards the rudimentary bridge before he heard the lyceen’s voice again.
“Also, the tombs were a great discovery, glad you remembered those were a thing.”
Reni smiled and resumed his walk towards the grand entrance
His weary mind started to reflect on all that had happened.The splinters that he had gotten to get the modest bridge built, the hours of shoveling frigid sand from the excavated tunnels into the bags for defense, the time dedicated to planning out the defenses, all of that was wearing on him along with his chubby body adding to the burden. He stepped down the temple stairwell, passing by the newly made forge made possible with the perforated tents and rusting crates being moved into the tombs he had rediscovered.
The sound of his plump paws stepping on the hard floor traveled further down the main hall than before, the wall of crates and boxes being moved into the tombs as well. He still remembered the excitement he felt when he rediscovered the old vault that showed up on no drawn plans, the same excitement shared by everyone in the community. However that same memory made his plump hands ache as the thought of all the gear he carried down into the vast tombs caused his body to experience the pain once again. Part of him told him to rest, to ease up and let the drenched fat that covered his sturdy muscles cool off. He wanted to agree with that part of him, but he forced himself to say no, he felt is still something he could do, he just needed to find where.
Something caught his attention, a pleasant aroma coming from the makeshift kitchen. A smell of fresh brewed cocoa filled him with delight. The dust-covered coffee maker one of the refugees brought was hardly functional even with an abundance of power, but the occasional drink plus the feeling of making a brew against all odds made the smell far more of a blessing than it was prior to the war. He walked past the rusty minifridge that had also been added to the kitchen and past his small working area to the crudely mined tunnels behind his golden throne. He descended down the shoddy scaffolds, every step of his blubbery body causing a harsh creaking to erupt from the dried wood. The familiar sight of filled sandbags greeted him at the bottom as he passed into the most essential room of the entire structure; the surgeon’s holdout. Behind the barrier of sandbags laid a rusted operating table and a makeshift apothecary station which though far from being the professional medical care that was easily accessible prior to the war, it was better than just about any place on the planet that was not a fortified hospital with surviving staff. He tucked himself into the faded sleeping bag he set overhead and closed his weary eyes shut, the faint sound of boiling water being turned to healing potions helping his mind drift into unconsciousness.
Oh boy this one took way longer than I was expecting. So I wanted to take a crack at traditional character-centered story writing this time around along with showing off the updated temple in a unique way. Again, I am still not fully comfortable with all of this so I apologize for any grammatical issues, infuriating repetition, or confusing wording. I still have no plans to make a story about the characters getting fat, but I figured that show how what fat the characters already have impacts them in their routine. I will admit I am not a big fan of going on the well-trodden path as it simply feels too easy and effortless, which I am afraid will make me put less heart and passion into what I am doing if it is just as easy to copy paste some writing as opposed to pondering a creative spin on existing ideas. Anyways enough about me, I hope you liked it and I hope that more people are inspired to write as the recent content drought in all the BF subtopics (and even the BF main topic) has gotten me feeling a bit down.
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I’m damn impressed by how detailed this story is. I want to see how this goes…
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Anything in particular that stood out to you? Was dialogue realistic and sound like an actual conversation between two people? Was the way the scenery described support the images on screen? Is the scenery high quality to a point where it felt like its own world rather than a prop for a story? I would just like to know what you mean by “detailed” though I greatly appreciate the compliment
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Alright so after spending a considerable amount of time here, I finally felt just comfortable enough to write a fattening story. I feel like my style might be a bit different in that way that it’s done (more buildup to it + more focus on the character’s thoughts) along with it having a more wholesome side to it rather than just blind indulgence. I tried to put some thought into it besides just adding adjectives to every noun, I tried to include foreshadowing, complex emotions, and other things to enhance the story as best I could. With that being said, I hope you like it
The raucous sound of Khaan’s crafted alarm clock startled her awake. She flailed around violently throwing the thin bedding sheets and fluffy pillows all about the apartment. Her slender body slammed onto the thick concrete floor, causing her to wince in pain. Whatever semblance of a dream she had evaporated while her room came into focus. Despite the daylight sun being hours away, this was considered the early morning in her part of the city. Wake up at 4AM, work until 3PM, head back home and go to sleep at around 6PM, Sunday to Friday with only Saturdays and Holidays as breaks. Even if her job was better than most, making plushies and stuffed animals in her own home, she still had to wake up early or else she’d miss out on her apartment complex’s breakfast served 4AM to 5AM. Part of her enjoyed living in the city with all the necessities and conveniences only being a short walk away, but part of her reviled the dreadful sleep schedule and clatter of the city.
She knew she needed a break but she did not know where or how to do it. She drowsily put on her dove grey hoodie and comfy sweatpants with no intentions of wearing any fancy ornaments, earrings, or other accessories. Khaan always found those sorts of things unnecessary and wasteful no matter how much everyone told her she would be gorgeous with them. Come to think of it, she never really cared throughout her entire life, what she could recall with her jaded mind anyways. She wearily dragged herself down to the dining hall and past the furnished dwellings of other folks likely more exhausted than her. A massive window displayed the vast wilderness between Starlight City, the one she was in, and the nearby Ravanon Megacity known for its monumental skyscrapers and its nearly half a billion residents. To her it seemed ridiculous, who would ever want to spend time in ‘The City of No Sleep’ other than the mentally insane? Starlight City was hard enough on her spirit, Ravanon would completely shatter it…
“Enough of that.” She muttered her thoughts aloud “Focus on finding somewhere away from all this.”
By the stocked drink machines she noticed a compact but ornate shelving unit continuing a wide assortment of magazines.
She searched through the oak wood magazine rack, only healthy-eating cookbooks and weight loss guides filled the shelving. Perfect for someone trying to switch up their diet and perhaps lessen their appetite, not so much for someone looking to get away from the city. She started to walk with a heavy heart towards the buffet bar until one of the magazine covers caught her attention. She dashed back to the shelf and yanked the narrow magazine out of its place. The cover contained a wide variety of photos from picturesque lake-sides and breathtaking rivers along with the title ‘100 Waterside Vacation Spots’ written lavishly on the page. Her ample joy further rose as she eagerly flipped through the slender pages. There were dozens of fully laid out vacation plans ranging from simply lounging by the waterside to lengthy boat tours with guides recalling the rich history of the basin along with passing by historical monuments. The tours were too much for her, too crowded, too noisy, and too long for her liking. Instead she flipped to the page titled ‘Hour-Long Hotspots’ where far quieter ponds and streams were the highlight. One in particular got her attention; the ‘Forested Well’, known for its remote location and serene atmosphere, but also for those traveling there disappearing for several days and coming back with a tranquil and content mind. No one knew how or why, the fact that anyone who went there adamantly refused to talk about it did nothing to resolve the mystery.
She muttered to herself “Perfect”
After a meager breakfast she dialed up a cab driver to get as close to the spot as she could. The chilled bench by the apartment complex did not bother her in the slightest as her mind instead focused on the well-need break from the city she needed. The cab hardly pulled up to the curb before she sprinted towards it. With an eager spirit, she threw herself inside and merrily gave the driver the directions to her soon-to-be paradise.
Multiple hours later…
The noon sun illuminated the forest floor in a shining light, the dense tree branches providing shade from the blinding. Her feathery hands pushed aside the dense leaves that blocked the lightly-trodden path. As her shining eyes saw the pristine water hole, she could hardly contain her happiness. She skipped down to the grassy waterside towards a lone deck chair positioned perfectly by the pond. Why the chair had not been picked up by the last person to visit here Khaan did not care, she was simply content with sitting by the waterside covered by the abundant shade the thick forest provided. Hours flew by as noon slowly turned to dusk. Even if it was midnight and she had to work tomorrow, she did not want to leave this chunk of heaven. What had started as a light nap slowly turned into a deep sleep where she dreamt of staying in this wonderland forever with no need to return to work or the bustling city.
“Perfect” she unconsciously murmured before turning to a more comfortable position.
Something brushed up against her slender leg, some fleshy thing that felt frigid and tense to the touch. Her alarmed eyes shot open to reveal a massive tentacle poking out of the frigid evening water.
Before she could even move the muscular tentacle enveloped her and began dragging her down the disturbed pond. One of the toothy suckers clamped itself to her face She wanted to rip it off and swim as hard as she could to the surface, but something was off…
The sucker clamping to her face wasn’t tearing at her flesh nor was it dragging her towards a mouth of a thousand fangs. Instead this thing was providing a gentle rush of air into her as if she were breathing as she always had. Even despite her mind’s adrenaline fueled haze, she also noticed that this thing was not dragging her down as fast as it could, but rather at a nonchalant pace uncharacteristic of anything wanting to eat.
It wanted to keep her alive…but what for?
A jet black darkness surrounded her, no light able to penetrate whatever void she had been dragged into. Her water-filled ears heard a muffled and bizarre gurgling sound along with the water seeming to drain away. The crushing pressure of the pond water slowly lessoned and soon the only water she felt was what drenched her and her clothes. She threw her soaked clothes off and tried her best to shake off as much of the freezing water she could with little success. Her skinny body began to shiver uncontrollably only to stop not long after as it warmed back up to normal. Something felt off, the ground she was standing on was not ground at all but instead a gargantuan mass of tense flesh along with the cavity she was inside was at nearly the exact temperature she was.She also heard the faint deep breathing of some massive creature. A terrifying thought echoed through her mind.
She was inside of something alive…
Parts of the flesh began to emit a soft glow to reveal she was inside some stomach-like chamber though it lacked the digestive acid or churning motions meant to break down food. Along with that, a puny tentacle poked out of the sac wall with no real purpose other than to touch something. No…this was clearly meant for something else, someplace to store something alive and do something with it. Before she could ask herself what though, a syrupy fluid began to fill the interior of the weird sac.
The unknown fluid began seeping into her skin, causing her slender body to swell uncontrollably. While her startled mind raced, her slim figure continued to rapidly bulge outwards. Her lean hips became inundated in mushy fat along with her arms swelling to an abnormal size. Her belly ballooned outward as hundreds of pounds of fat accumulated on her body. Movement became practically impossible as her frame continued to enlarge to the point where there was more fat than person. The syrupy liquid continued to ooze into the sac as Khaan started to resemble more of a gigantic wad of dough than a person. She squirmed as the fat continued to accumulate in her blobbery body, each motion causing the tons of flabby blubber in her to slightly jiggle. Eventually she gave up at trying to move, realizing that her meaty legs were smothered in fat from her humongous belly. Through what part of her vision was not obstructed by her blubbery cheeks, she saw her arms inflated to a point where even the strongest of motions could scarcely move the hefty limbs. Her titanic body grew hotter as the trapped body warmth from the tons of lard began to heat up her body to an almost fever-like temperature. Sweat drenched her enormous figure in a desperate attempt to keep her sweltering body from overheating.
Through her feverish eyes she noticed the tiny tentacle that had remained relatively still throughout all this begin to inch ever closer towards her. She clamped her blubbery mouth and eyes shut fearing that this thing would try to ram some slimy fluid to further fatten her already immobile body. What was a matter of seconds felt like an endless stream of time while she awaited her inevitable feeding. Her mind quickly flashed all of her memories before her as if she was about to die, since this seemed to be her fate, eternally force-fed by a colossal creature she knew nothing about. She imagined her body ballooning to sizes that would be seen as obsede or hazardous to even the most die hard of feedies along with the feeling of boundless fat crushing her own body.
This is it…this is how it ends. Fattened for eternity by a giant monster
Part of her wanted to cry, to let out a soft whimper before the tentacle rammed itself down her throat and pumped a never-ending supply of fattening liquid. While her mind wallowed in her seeming inevitable fate, a soft meaty thing poked at her bulging belly and a deep satisfied purring came from within the monster. She nervously opened her eyes to notice the small tentacle pushing slowly into her swollen body, it and the once tense sac walls relaxing as if to fall asleep. The warm flesh of the sac began to cool and the breathing of the colossal creature began to slow almost to a standstill.
“Is…Is it using me like a living teddy bear?” Her voice was uncertain and slightly confused.
A deep thickly voice came from the creature, saying something barely resembling any language she knew, but with just enough semblance to a “yes” to understand
Her bulky cheeks grew warmer and she let out a faint “aww” as her confusion faded into nothingness. She took another glance at the tentacle poking her belly, there was almost no movement in the minuscule section that was not buried in her bountiful fat. As for the part that was, it too was completely still, in addition the relaxed bit of eshfl inside her inordinate mushy fat provided a pleasant cooling for her corpulent body. A dribble of frigid water provided a near euphoric feeling of refreshingly-cool liquid flowing down her colossal body. She heaved her plump head up and started to chug from the stream of water. No sound came from her other than the relieved swallowing that brought the much-need fluid into her inflated stomach. After gulping down the last bit of revitalizing water she desired, her plump eyelids drifted shut and her once frantic mind now swam in a sea of comfort. Thoughts of concern and imagined suffering now were instead ones of an unorthodox paradise and of an immobile yet oddly comfortable body for both her and the creature that fattened her up. Her serene mind began to drift off into a much needed deep sleep along with a sense of significance she had not felt before. She softly smiled before her thoughts faded into a deep sleep.
Wow this took forever to write but it was a joy doing it. This might be the only fattening oriented stories I have written since my hands were uncontrollably shaking throughout almost the entire experience. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle doing something like this again physically or mentally, but I hope that you enjoyed this story. Sorry if the news bothers any of you but chances are I won’t be writing any more of these, it’s simply too worrisome trying to hide it from someone wandering into my room and the fear of accidentally deleting the story due to computer issues or clumsiness is very present in my mind. Anyways, I hope this inspires more writers as I’ll probably just be here admiring what others make and getting the occasional dopamine rush whenever someone compliments my work or says theirs was inspired by mine. Anyways, cheers!
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