Starbound Big Fatties: Character and stories sharing

[Pizza_Pizza_Ruby_Rub]

Log Date: 6/7/****

Owner of Report: Agnes Thyne

Subject: Effects of “Lard” on Different Species

To understand and treat cases of extreme obesity caused by Lard Monster oil (or simply, “Lard”), one must understand the varying symptoms between different races. While many cases appear to be the same, there are distinct differences in the species it affects. For the moment, I will be discussing the most prominent cases between species.

General Information

The mutations caused by Lard affect the stomach and mind (See Subject: Lard Monsters), but perhaps the most interesting aspect of this affliction lies in how it changes a subject’s physiology. Aside from the obvious growths, those who have ingested significant quantities of Lard appear to have increased endurance.

A Peacekeeper report involving a morbidly obese human suspect gives evidence to this claim: three Peacekeeper officers fired rounds of bullets and lasers in rapid succession, only to realize that the obese offender, having grown out of their protective gear, was still standing (so to speak). They had endured rounds far beyond what is humanly capable; enough rounds did incapacitate the offender after some time, but the fact still stands that Lard greatly enhances a subject’s resistance to harm.

As stated above, extreme cases of Lard mutation greatly enhances physical resistance, at the cost of mobility. Many races work around these mobility issues through the help of biotechnology, greatly enhancing their dexterity and speed- albeit limited, depending on the subject’s weight and ability to move. Even those subject to immobility are capable of using the Distortion Sphere line of Techs, fitting through narrow entrances their massive bodies cannot.

Further insight on how Lard can potentially be used as a beneficial drug is suggested- naturally, more data must be gathered before coming to this conclusion. In the meantime, doses of digestion medicine can be used to limit the effects of extreme hunger, and with enough exercise, suppress the multiplication of fat cells within an organism’s body.

Humans

Obesity in humans has been known to cause other health problems, but obesity caused by Lard simply does not. Humans experiencing the effects of Lard do not develop any fatal health problems usually related to obesity, but extreme cases of fatigue and binge eating are still prominent.

However, pleasure caused by Lard and fueled through overeating seems to be fairly more notable in humans; “feederism” takes advantage in the surprising number of risks that are absent compared to normal cases of obesity.

With this pleasure comes an increased boost in self-image; even humans who share no desire to gain weight may experience a complete shift in demeanor, wishing to become even larger than they already are. This change in self-image only adds to Lard’s habit-forming symptoms.

Apex

Apex bodies share similarities with humans; Apex subjects who have consumed Lard are very similar to humans in this regard. However, concerning the Apex’s greater strength and agility, fattened subjects are slightly more capable of mobility than humans.

Apex subjects have been known to crave banana-related foods significantly more than the average Apex. Subjects have been known to consume entire bananas, without eliminating the peel, and have even gone so far to blend bananas and lard into fattening shakes.

Banana-Lard smoothies are relished amongst afflicted Apex, to the point where it is outlawed in many Miniknog controlled colonies. This has caused a rise in rebellion against Apex government in staggering numbers, even more so than before. Even dedicated Miniknog officers have completely dropped their dedication to Big Ape in favor of these extremely addictive desserts.

Avian

Omnivorous as they are, Avians have delicate digestive systems, which is why they usually resort to seeds for proper nutrition. Avians who consume Lard are known to have greater cases of gastric bloating than most other races. Many cases include frequent, uncontrollable belching, and abnormal abdominal expansion.

An increased number of cases involve devout followers of the Avian god Kluex using Lard for their sacrificial rituals. Offerings are lavishly pampered and force-fed from within temples, to the point where entire rooms are filled with their extremely fattened bodies. Today, entire reservoirs of Lard surround many of these temples to ensure a steady supply of Lard for offerings.

The traditional “ascension into the Aether”- which involves dropping the Avian from a great height- cannot be performed properly by offerings who have been given Lard. The mutation caused by Lard will simply make them to bounce upon impact, inflicting little to no harm to the Avian in question. Instead, offerings are shipped and dropped into the lava of Volcanic planets.

Floran

When it comes to cases of extreme hunger, no other race is more prominent than the Floran. Floran subjects who consume Lard have fits of ravenous hunger which drive them to madness. Floran villagers have been known to cannibalize their own tribes (and naturally, anyone else they come across) as they attempt to feed their primal desires.

The Lard mutation greatly alters the Floran’s plantlike structure; subjects have been shown to “unhinge” their jaws like snakes, dropping their prey in their stomachs. Their stomachs have been altered into sloshing sacs of metal-burning acid, expanding like rubber to accommodate prey of equal size or even bigger.

Florans are greatly susceptible to Lard mutation due to one key element: water. As mentioned in an earlier report, water quickly transmutates when Lard is added. The water reserves of the Floran immediately changes into Lard upon consuption, causing the subject to fatten up at astonishingly terrifying rates.

Florans that have eaten into immobility quickly adapt to their larger bodies, many cases displaying greater strength compared to other races. However, these bodies require much more food, causing the Floran subject to be weighed down anyway by the immense meals residing in their stomachs.

Hylotl

The amphibious Hylot spend most of their lives submerged, and are highly composed of water themselves. When Lard Monster oil transmutates the water in their bodies into Lard, weight gain happens nearly as instantly as the Floran.

The Hylotl, while slim in appearance, do have layers of blubber within their physiology. This is physically more prominent in females. The blubber provides insulation and buoyancy for the sea-faring Hylotl. A Hylotl exposed to Lard sees this blubber produce at an astonishing rate, making them highly impervious to injury- even more so than the other races.

While the morbidly obese Floran is physically stronger, the surplus of food in their expanded stomachs hinder their movement. Meanwhile, the Hylotl appear to have better control over their urges, and of course, aren’t carrying a village’s worth of food in their bodies. Most Hylotl who are at peak fitness before exposure to Lard appear to actually benefit from the mutation…

Movements are still somewhat sluggish on land, but the submerged Hylotl can still swim with greater grace than other fattened races. Though, most Hylotl fattened to immobility may be unable to swim as deep as they’d like; the added buoyancy causes them to uncontrollably float to the surface.

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Other cases involving species who should not be susceptible to Lard’s mutations shall be covered in a later date, in its own dedicated report. In the meantime, more data must be gathered from these races for better analysis.

End log.

[Warlynx]

I’m really liking these scientist logs, it’s a style I have not seen here and it really adds a lot of character to the writing!

[Pizza_Pizza_Ruby_Rub]

Thanks! Coming up are Glitch and Novakids; I always had a bit of trouble envisioning them as races capable of getting fat, but I’ve thought of a few reasons how it could happen.

[Pizza_Pizza_Ruby_Rub]

(A television show begins; high-tempo banjo music plays as images of a female Novakid are played in a montage on screen, showing her trek through arid wastelands, trudge through damp and dangerous swamps, and run from predatory birds in a windy meadow.

One final image displays the Novakid staring off towards the sunset in a dynamic fashion, as the title of the show finally flashes onscreen.

The image shifts to the Novakid on her ship, hands on her hips as she greets the audience.)

Howdy, y’all! Welcome back to another episode of “Varni’s Ventures!” Today we’re doin’ something a lil’ risky- but that’s what this show’s all about, aint it?!

(An image of a white, liquid-like creature is displayed next to Varni.)

We’re gonna be lookin’ at a beast that’s been causin’ a real ruckus ‘round the universe: Lard Golems! And then we’re gonna ask a real important question: can Novakids be fattened up by one o’ these things?

(Varni proceeds to educate the audience about Lard Golems, and how various races have been fattened up to immobility due to their attacks. Once the segment is over, she asks the audience a question that will be answered by the end of the program.

The next segment displays Varni on a Forest planet, walking through the woods at night. One out of five camera drones can be seen following her.)

Alright guys and gals, we’re here! Lard Monsters are real common, so lets see if we can bump right into one!

(The footage jumps immediately to an encounter with one of the aforementioned creatures. Varni quickly arms herself with a flamethrower, just in case. As the Lard Monster looms forward, Varni continues to monologue.)

Howwwwdy dooo, you’re a big one, aincha? Okay folks, I ain’t gonna attack it yet- what ahm gonna do is have it throw some of that lardy goodness into this here pond, just t’ show y’all how quickly the water changes!

(Varni lures the creature closer, baiting it with a round of trash talk before it finally throws a clump of fat into the pond. Almost immediately, the water transforms into a cloudy, oil-like substance.)

There we go! Now that we got what we wanted, its time t’ fry some lard! YEEHAW!~

(Varni whoops and howls as she lets her flamethrower loose on the lard creature, quickly evaporating its fizzling body into nothingness.

Once the monster is dealt with, Varni strips off her gear, her body glimmering brightly through the foggy forest as she proceeds to step towards the pond.)

There’s only one thing left to do: we gonna have a lil’ bath in this oily soup!

(Varni sits in the pond; a time lapse of her laying in various positions and even drinking the liquid is shown. However, there is little to no change. Her “breasts” appear to have grown by at least one size for a split second, but is barely noticeable as she vacates the pond.)

Alright, that was a lil’ disappointin’…as you can see, Novakids ain’t very susceptible to gettin’ fattened up- that cuz’ we ain’t got no fat t’ begin with! Just gas- lots of it.

But ahm not givin’ up so easily! Ah ain’t leavin’ this planet until ahm big and round! Let’s see if we can’t find another fine fella t’ make an even bigger pool o’ lard.

(The footage jumps to another encounter in a cave, where Varni dances around another Lard Monster. This time, she forces it to make the biggest pool of lard possible.

She explains over the explosion of packed lard pellets that staying submerged in the middle of a lard pool probably isn’t enough, as she allows the Lard Monster to force feed her, like many have to other victims.

Another time lapse takes place; the monster continues to force its oily body into where Varni’s “mouth” would be. She playfully wrestles with the monster as it continues to feed her- or at least try to. Despite her glowing body, its difficult to make out Varni’s shape in the new pool of lard. The time lapse continues until its morning- and Varni finally emerges from the pool to give the audience a proper look at her body.)

Guys an’ gals! Ah actually did it! Ah done ate the monster, and lookit what its done t’ me! Ah look like a Mooshi on butcherin’ day!

(A belch slips out from beneath Varni’s brand, letting out a small burst of nuclear flame.)

Oof- excuuuse me! Fellas, ah think this lard builds up even more gas in our lil’ bodies, makin’ us all bloated-like! Ah definitely feel heavy, and my body’s jigglin’ like a jar of jelly on horseback!

But lookit how long it took t’ do that. Sun’s risin’ up already! Guess we’ll venture out and have ourselves a lil’ walk!

(There is a clip show of Varni walking through the woods in her fattened state; the casing holding the glowing gases in her body jiggles with every subtle movement. Varni’s immense “breasts” constantly get in the way of her swaying arms as she walks, and her bouncing rear gets a short, but substantial glamour shot. As she walks however, her body seems to shrink rapidly over time.

She soon stops in her tracks, the cameras zooming into the wooden homes of a Glitch Village.)

Hey, its a quaint lil’ village o’ tin men! Wonder what they have t’ say ‘bout my quaint lil’ body? Maybe we can get some more facts ‘bout them lardies! Better get there quick though; seems like ahm shrinkin’ real fast.

(Varni sprints off towards the village, leaving her signature trail of fire which quickly burns out as she does so. The footage cuts to a sign on one of the Glitch buildings, zooming out as Varni steps inside. Cheerful folk music is played in the background.)

Hey there, metal man! Mind if ah walk around this place?

(A Glitch guard stares up and down at Varni, optics blinking in bewilderment.)

“Perplexed. Um. Sure. Just don’t cause any trouble…”

Thanks! Ah won’t cause trouble- too much, at least!~

(Footage shifts between various scenes of Varni approaching Glitch and asking them about her body. Most Glitch seem uncomfortable, silently stepping away. Others happily give their opinion, usually to comedic effect. Varni laughs along with them- even as her body continues to shrink.

Varni manages to have a few insightful interviews with the Glitch about the Lard Monsters, but by the time the segment ends, Varni has already shrunken back to her original size.)

Well darn- guess its over already. Had a lot of funny looks from people, but ah suppose that wraps it up. Gotta admit though, it was kinda fun walkin’ round like that. A real neat experiment, ah’d say!

(A Glitch in golden armor approaches Varni from behind. The camera immediately pans over to show that he was being followed by small squadron of three other guards.)

“Forbidding. Where are your clothes?”

Whoops! That’s my cue!

(Varni teleports out of the scene, narrowly evading the guard’s axe. The camera pans over to the other three guards, rushing over to attack it. The scene zooms out as the camera flies out of reach…only for it to suddenly drop by an offscreen attack, cutting to static.

In the next scene, Varni is back on her ship, fully clothed as she begins to sign off.)

Well that’s one village I won’t be welcomed back to…but we’ve learned a lot today, haven’t we? We’ve learned more about the Lard Monsters and how to protect yourself from their attacks! We even got an up close look on what Lard does to a Novakid! Ah think that’s a good place as any t’ end our lil’ meetin’.

Hope t’ see y’all again next time, and remember- “If yer gonna blaze a trail, burn it right up!”

(After one brief segment answering the pop quiz question Varni asked at the beginning of the show, the credits begin to roll.)

[Pizza_Pizza_Ruby_Rub]

Hey, y’all! Welcome back to another episode of “Varni’s Ventures”! Last time, I tried getting up close and personal with one of them Lard Monsters, just to see how Lard affects us Novakids.

(Images from last episode appear around Varni, including images where Varni had been successfully “fattened up” by one of the creatures.)

Ah got pretty darn big, but it didn’t last too long. This time, ah wanna get even bigger! So big in fact, ah probably won’t be movin’ anytime soon- and how am I gonna do that?

(Clips of Florans of varying sizes are shown, replacing the images onscreen. The Floran hunters can be seen with specialized weapons used for fattening up their prey.)

That’s right- we’re going deep into Floran territory, get captured, and see how Florans fatten up their prey right before th’ slaughter!

Before ah do this, ah just wanna say one thing: DO NOT try this at home. Interrupting a Floran’s hunt can be real dangerous. Ahm a trained professional; leave this one to th’ pros, alright?

(A montage of Varni entering a leafy cavern flashes onscreen, as she narrates about the Florans- namely ones who have been affected by the addictive nature of Lard.)

Now, Florans can’t get enough of that fatty stuff from them Lard Monsters; Florans across the universe harvest oils from the critters and load them into specially made guns. Florans have always valued a big, juicy hunk of meat- and with these guns, nabbing a feast is easier than ever!

The Floran hunters continue to pump their prey chock full o’ lard until it can’t move no more. A tribe of Florans’ll have t’ haul th’ critter all the way back home. The fattened beast is just as fattening as the weapons themselves; one bite, and the Florans swell up real big, right until they’re bloated, leafy blobs.

These weapons find use outside of Floran tribes, and have been outlawed in thousands of star systems- and ahm gonna be shot by one.

(The montage ends when Varni approaches a wooden gate, flamethrower at the ready.)

Alright- we’re here. Before performin’ this dangerous stunt, yer gal’s gonna have plenty of firepower at th’ ready. Bein’ walkin’ salad factories an’ all, Florans hate fire. If it gets too crazy in here, ah might have t’ use my lovely lil’ flamethrower here.

Oph! Ah think ah hear somethin’! Ya’ll ready for this?

(The Floran opens the gate, aiming a pink gun at Varni.)

“Brightsnack! Floran fatten!”

(The Floran begins to fire what appears to be globs of chocolate
directly into Varni’s mouth. Varni doesn’t resist, simply letting the hunter shoot.)

Mmh! That’s some- (gulp) good stuff! But ah don’t feel any bigger. Hey, you! You ain’t doin’ it right!

(The Floran continues his assault, even as Varni steps closer.

She forcefully grabs the gun, and places its barrel below her brand. The Floran pauses, seemingly confused- but quickly resumes. Even as Varni is fed directly, there’s no significant change. Seeing this, the Floran lets out a savage yell, jumping right on top of her.)

Darn! Ack! OW! Hey, cut the! Cut the cam-

(The footage immediately jumps to another scene: Varni’s clothes are ripped and covered in chocolate, and the unconscious Floran is seen behind her- mostly blurred out for censorship. Varni pants in exhaustion as she speaks to the audience.)

Okay…ah had to…take that guy out. He was…real tough…don’t worry though! He ain’t a goner- just fainted a bit…

Unfortunately, ah haven’t…plumped up…a single bit. We should try going…deeper in…

(The footage shifts to another encounter with a Floran; this Floran in particular is carrying a larger weapon. Varni narrates over the footage as he begins to fire large quantities of lard, filling up the room almost instantly.)

That’s a Lardnade Launcher, another weapon banned across many other galaxies. These babies pump entire pools of lard, highly effective at getting targets fat reaaaal fast. But sometimes the user gets caught in the blast, becomin’ addicted to their own Lard. They’ll keep firin’ just t’ drink more an’ more of the stuff.

Ah had t’ steer clear of th’ Floran himself while he was distracted, cuz Lard can throw Florans into a real scary zone. Its not like he could grab me with his blobby lil’ arms, but Lard can be unpredictable like that!

With such a high volume of Lard, ah was gettin’ nice n’ round faster than ah thought ah would. The Lard inside me would burn real fast though, so ah had t’ keep divin’ and gulpin’ for anything t’ happen. There was so much lard at this point, ah could just swim to the other room and let the Floran just sit there, all bloated. This lasted for a while until…

(The montage ends, now showing a massive, immobile Varni sitting amongst a smaller pool of Lard as she continues to monologue.)

Folks…we done did the impossible. You thought I was a big star before…well lookit’ me now! Ahm my own sun! I was feelin’ reaaaal heavy…couldn’t even move my arms at this point. Let alone talk…you’ll see why.

(The voice over ends, allowing the audience to listen to Varni in the moment. She pants heavily, almost wheezing as she does so. Her words are constantly interrupted by hot, heavy belches. Varni herself seems to glow even brighter during her fit of belches and burps.)

(GuRuRuRrPH! UrRrRrrRAAAP!) Guys…(BWARRUrRRrPH!) an gals…ahm feelin’ sumthin’ new here…(URRrRrPRH!) Ahm heatin’ up a whole lot…gettin’…(GURrRPh!) a real fever…

Glowin’ real hot, too…ain’t…(hic!)…ain’t never feel quite like this before…feels…(AAOuRRp!) kinda…nice…~

(The audio shifts to another voice-over. Varni laughs a little over this.)

Lookin’ back at this, this was probably a real dangerous situation t’ be in. There was so much gas wellin’ up in my body, an’ fer once, it was stayin’ stuck there fer a while. Ah felt like ah was done ready t’ burst!

The gas was makin’ me burn real bright; I could smell smoke comin’ from th’ wooden floor beneath me. Had t’ burp all that gas out t’ keep from explodin’…that’s what it felt like, at least.

My camera drones are always equipped with fire retardant, but ah didn’t know if it would be enough. If ah got any hotter, or if I burped the wrong way, ah might’ve caused a real big fire.

All things considered though…it felt incredible!

Ah eventually burped myself back in shape though…fascinatin’ as it was, ah didn’t want to be stuck in that cavern forever!

Funny- when ah saw all of the lard that leaked out to the bottom of the cave, I almost forgot about what happened. Before ah rose to the surface, ah made sure to grab a few jars as a neat lil’ keepsake.

(The footage eventually leads to Varni returning to the surface, fully clothed and standing next to a flag donning the Novakid emblem.)

And THAT’S what happens when a Floran tries to fatten you up! Ah hope you take this fine piece o’ information and try t’ avoid doin’ this at all costs! You may never be able to escape like how ah did!

Keep in mind though- Florans ain’t the only ones guilty o’ this. Anyone could have their hands on a big ol’ Lardnade Launcher, so you better keep an eye open!

But that’s all fer now. And remember- “If yer gonna blaze a trail, burn it right up!”

(After another brief segment, the credits begin to roll.)

[Warlynx]

I’ll be honest, I’m not motivated enough to continue the story for the moment. It might be a couple of weeks or even months before I upload again. I’m just not sure where to go with the story or what other stuff to add. Also the low amount of likes on my recent ones has made me weary of trying new things along with there not being as many positive comments as their used to be (except for Pizza_Pizza_Ruby_Rub). Any help with the story would be nice but for now Khaan’s, Aiko’s and the other’s journeys will be put on hold indefinitely.

[Pizza_Pizza_Ruby_Rub]

That’s a shame. I really liked the writing here, but its perfectly understandable.
On another note, I kind of like Aiko. If you ever get in the feel of things again, I wouldn’t mind learning more about his character.

[Warlynx]

I’ll try to motivate myself to write again if I can, in the meantime thank you for the kind words!

[Pizza_Pizza_Ruby_Rub]

Log Date: 6/9/****

Owner of Report: Agnes Thyne

Subject: Effects of “Lard” on Glitch

Based off of common knowledge, there should be no reason why Lard affects inorganic races such as the Novakid and the Glitch. However, cases involving these racial classes have been appearing- albeit more rarely than other races. Nevertheless, these cases should not be ignored; I have gathered information concerning the physiology of these two races, and how certain factors have caused these races to become susceptible to “obesity”, as we call it.

Effects

There are two kinds of Glitch: ones capable of expansion, and ones who are not. This section explains the effects of the former.

Lard has been known to psychologically alter the afflicted. In the case of the Glitch, there is little to no change in personality. They appear to be wholly immune to the addictive nature of Lard, though most may simply acquire Lard to artificially boost their status in society.

Aforementioned Glitch couples who are aware of “feederism” have been known to experiment out of curiosity. Glitch males now look after their immobilized spouses in mutual enjoyment, though the reverse has been known to occur.

Physically, an expanded Glitch’s body is highly dense and nearly immune to conventional weaponry. Even subjects with mild effects are extremely heavy, spending more energy in motion than most other races. Increases in appetite emerge from the surplus amount of energy spent.

Despite being made of mostly metal, the expanded Glitch’s body is surprisingly supple. Not as supple as the body fat of biological species of course, but heavy impact can cause the expanded Glitch’s body to ripple with a dull, metallic sound.

Extreme cases exert so much energy in motion (or attempting to move), that their metallic bodies are prone to overheating; proceed with caution when touching an immobile Glitch.

Glitch Physiology/The Unaffected

The Glitch are capable of ingesting food as a means of survival. Food ferments within their bodies, creating methane which is burned to power their gas turbines. This process does not involve the storing of the Glitch’s equivalent to “fat”.

Instead, Glitch of the noble rank in their hierarchy are built with curved bodies, meant to accentuate their wealth. These bodies are noticeably rounder and heavier; from a look, a Glitch can tell whether or not this individual is of noble status by their size alone.

Yet, these curved bodies do not alter in size to simulate weight gain/loss. Like other Glitch, the size of their bodies remain stagnant throughout their lifetime. The steady progression between “thin” and “overweight” would not be something that would arise until a later generation: the generation of “self-aware” Glitch.

The New Models/Expansion Capable Glitch

Many Glitch colonies on other planets are incapable of progressing their societies, sticking to their archaic beliefs. Glitch unable to break this programming loop usually build bodies made of the same materials, whereas the Glitch who have ventured far from their home planets have been exposed to advanced technology- technology they hope to intergrate into their predecessors.

Most Glitch have been known to fail, accidentally creating new Glitch bodies through traditional methods. Meanwhile, others have succeeded, creating a completely new generation with abilities which surpass older models.

These new models better emulate the smaller details other life forms possess, including bodies which seemingly swell upon enjoying grand feasts. In recent history, Glitch couples have taken advantage of this change- namely the males. Husbands will “fatten up” their wives to indicate their wealth, along with proudly displaying their capacity to care for their partners.

I have attempted to consult the Glitch about the materials used to create these models. They seemed to be wholly incapable of providing solid answers, even bringing up subjects completely unrelated, as if these specific memories are completely inaccessible. While inspection shows that the metal used appears to be a pliable substance, what this substance is continues to be a mystery.

Returning to the topic at hand, this pliable substance seems to react on a molecular level when exposed to Lard. The subject does not even have to ingest Lard; simply coming in contact with enough of it causes them to grow, albeit much slower than other races.

Conclusion

Compared to biological races, the way Glitch exhibit obesity via Lard is vastly different. As such, specially crafted weight loss tonic for Glitch must be crafted and administered. The metal composing Glitch capable of expansion must be researched further, meaning that reaching a long-term cure for Glitch may take much longer.

Glitch incapable of expansion are not in danger- but records indicate that Glitch born between the years of ****, **** and the present may be at risk. As Lard swells an expansion-capable Glitch on contact, wearing liquid-proof clothing is way to avoid accidental weight gain.

I will continue to give updates concerning expansion-capable Glitch whenever possible; for now, more data concerning their mechanical shells is required.

End log.

[NoNoYes]

This revival of the topic has made me think back to that sumo hylotl who got rescued earlier, but not before being turned into a blob. I wonder what really happened to her…

The logs also interests me quite a lot that I want to see more of this.

[Pizza_Pizza_Ruby_Rub]

I wasn’t quite sure how to continue her story from there. I had lost steam for Chiyo by the time that story ended. I did have a few ideas, including having her participate in sumo tournaments against massive, Tech-enhanced opponents. That could be a well-needed departure from the sudden shift in tone.

Now that I think about it, cyborg sumos sound like a pretty neat idea…

Otherwise, I’m glad you’ve liked my stories! The next log will be about Novakids. That one’s coming very soon.

[Warlynx]

I’m just curious, would anyone interested in a one-off story? Since I fell burnt out/idealess on the Khaan/Aiko + Muramasa/Cameron story, I was thinking of doing something else to get my mind off it. Also any recommendations or ideas for the main story would be nice as well.

[NoNoYes]

I might be. Would like to read about what this one-off story is.

[Pizza_Pizza_Ruby_Rub]

I wouldn’t mind, if you’re feeling up for it.

[Warlynx]

Just a quick heads up this is not about Khaan & Aiko or Muramasa & Cameron, this is it’s own story that I am doing since I’m burnt out on the main story. I do not know if I ever do want to come back to the main story or not since I’m not hyper motivated to work on it. I feel like I should have just left as a 1-2 part story rather than try to make it a 7-8 part one. Oh well, not much I can do now since I don’t want to delete the chapters I’ve already done. So in the meantime I’ll just write mini stories like this one right here. I might do a couple of these rather the main story but I dunno if I do want to go back to the main story at all. Regardless, I hope you enjoy! Also this one has a mech + AI in it since I have noticed no one else really taking advantage of them in storytelling.

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“This is the NER Frigate Capricorn, we’re going down! Critical damage to starboard thrusters and main artillery batteries! Launching all escape pods and droppods towards the nearest outpost. Launching in 3…2…incoming!” Sound of smashing metal “Marauders damaged our targeting systems! We’re launching our droppods in the blind!”

“Just launch them already, what’s the hold up?”

“The optics for target acquisition are destroyed, we can’t see where we’re launching the pods. At best it could take months for them to get to the outpost, and that’s if they aren’t launched into space forever or get lost on the planet!”

“Better to have some survive than none at all, launch them!”

“Fine captain, if anyone dies the blood is on your hands! Launching pods in 3…2…1…launch!”

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“Ahgh c’mon, sizzle already!” Emrick irritably shook the cast-iron frying pan while a vigorous rainstorm drenched his ragged pilot outfit.

The faint crackling of a campfire could barely be heard over the torrential downpour. Frigid water clinged to his dense fur and caused his body to shiver. A slab of uncooked meat laid at the center of the pan, a massive bullet hole in the center from an up-scaled gun only a heavy duty could wield. He peered up to notice his mech sitting idle where he had parked it. His empty stomach growled for sustenance, though even it would not accept raw meat for food. Emrick indignantly shuffled the pan back and forth with some vain hope it would help the meat cook faster.

Finally he snapped and madly grabbed the uncooked meat off of the pan. “Rrrrr, screw this!”

He hurled the uncooked meat at the smoldering fire before angrily stamping on the scorched stick he used to start the ill-fated fire. He crammed his icy frying pan in his soaked backpack and sprinted towards his idle mech. The snub-nosed twin barrels of the Pharamon Dual Rifle gave Emrick enough footing to hop into the snug mech interior. With the press of a dimly glowing button, the bullet-resistant canopy window slid into place, sealing off the pleasant interior from the dreary exterior. A series of lighting bathed the interior in an azure light. He yanked his soggy clothes off before chucking them into an integrated container sloppily marked ‘Air Dryer’.

“Yuka,” Emrick frustratedly plopped his naked self into the silky pilot seat “Remind me to get you both a Particle Shield Module and a heavy duty flamethrower.”

A gruff robotic voice replied back “Difficulties with cooking again?”

“Yeah, I can’t cook anything in this frackin climate, just rainstorm after rainstorm, there’s no good time to cook.” Emrick clenched his head in frustration.

“From my earlier data searches we are currently 3 weeks into this planet’s monsoon season, though I am not sure how long it will last.” A deep resonating pulsing sound came from the radar module of Yuka.

“Oh how wonderful.” Emrick’s stomach rumbled yet again “At this pace I’d probably eat my own arm for something to eat considering there’s no there’s no settlements around here.”

Yuka’s volume rose slightly “I would advise against doing that. In addition to the blood loss from amputating your own limb, lacking a second arm, and possible addiction to self-cannibalism, it is highly unlikely that your own arm would provide enough caloric energy to sustain yourself for the remained of our trip”

“Then can you find me some food before I genuinely consider doing that?” Emrick vehemently gripped the sleek joysticks on both sides of the seat armrests.

Yuka replied in it’s usual monotone voice “Tracking lifesigns will be ineffective since we have no way to sufficiently cook meat if we acquire it. Ground penetrating radar reveal no cave entrances in our proximity, along with the mining laser having insufficient power to reach any caves. Floral observation has revealed all berries in our local area are poisonous, though due to local fauna likely developing resistance to the poison, it is highly likely that consumption would result in death due to the far more potent poison resulting from natural selection.”

Emrich’s stomach let out another dissatisfied growl “I would love to have something to eat, even if it smells like rust and tastes like vomit.”

“Well there have been some sightings of so-called ‘Lard Golems’ in the taiga and tundra regions of this planet.” Emrick’s interest peaked as Yuka spoke “They appear to absorb smaller prey before excessively fattening far more dangerous or sentient predators, perhaps as an unorthodox defense method. Piercing, blunt, incendiary, poisonous, or slicing weapons have been recorded to have little impact on them. Explosive and electrical weaponry has been shown to be highly effective against them, however the golems appear to break apart rather quickly when killed.”

Emrick rubbed his gaunt belly “And I would rather pack on a few hundred pounds than only get enough food to last me a few days.”

“Your increased body size has a high probability of interfering with the control panels, though the additional body fat could easily sustain your metabolism for several additional months. That should be plenty of time to rendezvous back to the New Evalion Republic outpost.” Yuka’s voice became more mocking “Along with writing a formal complaint about the orbital dropod accuracy and radio transmission range.”

Emrick let out an irritated groan “I don’t care about the controls impairment or system flaws, just gimme something to eat for the love of Kluex.”

Yuka pulled up a holographic topographic display “Understood, plotting a path to areas with multiple confirmed Lard Golem sightings.”

Days passed as Emrick piloted his mech towards the marked area, the constant rain and muddy dirt slowly transitioning to a light snowfall and frigid ground. His hunger grew stronger and stronger to the point where he found himself gnawing at pieces of his ragged uniform. He paid little attention to the gradually changing scenery, but instead to the desire to eat. It clawed at his mind and his every action was geared toward giving him the food he so desperately needed. The decontaminated water Yuka’s water recycling and water acquisition modules provided did not help one bit, if anything every bit of water he drank only further reminded his stomach of the food it desired. Finally they reached the marched area; a hilly area with multiple cave entrances fit for a large creature.

“We have arrived at the designated location. Scanning for vibrations or movements.” Yuka’s radar module let out another pulsing sound.

Emrick impatiently groaned “Please tell me we didn’t go all this way for nothing. I’m starving.”

“From my scans it appears we have something.” Emrick’s scrawny hand eagerly drifted over the cockpit release button while Yuka spoke “My scans detect movement in the nearby cave, along with a lack of a thermal signature.”

Emrick slammed the cockpit release button, causing the fortified canopy to slide open and allowing him to hop out of the mech interior “Yes! Come to Emrick!”

A bizarre humanoid creature emerged from the nearby snow cave, their body almost entirely made up of some viscous fluid. Emrick did not need to smell the unmistakable stench of lard or see the creature’s lack of any eyes, he saw only a walking mass of food standing in front of him.

He charged at the creature with his cast-iron frying pan while he shouted out a warcry meant to startle the creature into attacking.

The creature moved one of its baggy arms up to throw a punch while Emrick continued closing the distance. He held his jaw agape as the creature drove his arm down his throat. The unmistakable taste of food made him pause and let out a contented moan. The golem froze in confusion as Emrick started swallowing down the fluid arm himself, each swallow being accompanied by a deeply satisfied moaning sound. Eventually the golem snapped out of its confusion and, much to Emrick’s delight, started to pump it’s fattening fluid down Emricks throat. His malnourished body now surged with life as the exceptionally nutritious sludge gave him all the nutrients and calories he had been missing for nearly 2 weeks. He eagerly devoured every mouthful of the irresistible sludge without any second thoughts of watching his waistline. His blissful mind tuned out the feeling of his body growing exponentially heavier or his ragged clothes rapidly tightening but instead to the savory taste of the creature’s fluid. His mind tuned out the sound of his strained clothes tearing apart to instead enjoy the refreshing sound of the sludge filling his expanding belly. His swollen gut made contact with the ground as it continued to swell from the creature’s fluid. The flow of the luscious fluid started to fade and eventually ceased, making Emrick open his eyes in curiosity. He noticed that the creature was no longer a towering and bulky figure, but instead a tiny midget scurrying back into its cave. Emrick shifted his legs to give chase only to find his corpulent body nearly impossible to move. His hefty belly dragged against the frozen ground and his bulky legs strained to keep his obese body standing. He relaxed his weary legs and let his distended body flop onto the snow covered ground. Dozens of gallons of the fattening fluid sloshed around in his overflowing stomach while the dense blubber around his swollen belly dampened the distinct noise. He pressed his plump hands against his oversized legs, his hand sinking multiple centimeters into the mushy fat until it became too compressed to push down further. On the ground around him was the shredded remains of his outfit, though his burdensome and massive body prevented him from reaching whatever scraps of fabric were in arms reach.

He exhaustedly turned back towards his awaiting mech, the cockpit feeling like it was miles away. In his state there was no way he would be able to walk back but thankfully he did not have to.

In between fatigued breaths he uttered “Yuka, retrieve, pilot.”

Instantly the mech dashed over to Emrick’s location with thunderous footsteps. The front of the cockpit dipped down towards the ground to make it easier for Emrick’s weighty body to haul itself inside. He felt the frigid armor plating of the mech contact his portly rear along with his body sliding into the mech cockpit as it tilted backwards. He swiveled his head around to notice that his chunky legs took up the entirety of the padded seat, leaving the rest of his obese body either sitting on the short metal platform in front of the seat or squished against the frigid bullet-resistant glass. Emrick found himself struggling to reach the joysticks on the seat behind him, every time he stopped leaning backwards his hefty body slid forward and the ample fat on his body jiggled around.

Eventually he ashamedly muttered “Yuka, enable autopilot and start moving back towards the outpost.”

“Understood, replotting a course to the New Evalion Republic outpost. Estimated time of arrival; 22-37 days” Yuko briefly paused before speaking again “You appear to be distressed Emrick, what is the problem?”

Emrick stared at his pudgy arms “I feel like a lazy bum having you do all the work.”

“Considering your current status and the fact that there is still plenty of fattening fluid within you stomach, ‘impaired’ is a far more accurate description than lazy.” Yuka reactivated the holographic display to be in front of Emrick.

Emrick pressed his hand into his distended belly “About that, how much more weight do you think I’ll gain?”

“Not enough to completely fill the entire volume of the cockpit, though it is highly likely you will gain enough weight to prevent any motion besides moving the arms and turning the head.” Yuka displayed Emrick’s predicted weight with the highlighted number being around 2000 kilograms.

Emrick let out a disappointed sigh “Guess I’ll be a useless blob of lard for a while won’t I?”

“The NER has plenty of slimming formulas to get you back down to size in little time” Yuka pulled a picture of a uniform labeled as experimental “Also if the program has progressed since our crash-landing, the NER should have a nanite uniform that could not only change its appearance but adjust to fluctuations in user size.”

“That sounds really good.” Emrick ashamedly peered at his overweight body “I just wish I could slim down now and be of use to you.”

“My systems are fully functional without pilot input, having pilot interaction only slightly enhances my capabilities. Also I suggest that you grow accustomed to your new body as prolonged unhappiness can lead to physical and mental complications.” Yuka pulled up a lengthy list of medical issues arising from mental unrest.

Emrick flicked the holographic image aside “You never answered how I could be of use to you.”

Yuka spoke at a slightly lower volume “You do not have to make yourself directly useful to me as I can handle the rest of the journey without your piloting prowess. What you can do for me is ensure your own well-being and mental health on the journey back so that further issues do not emerge.”

“So, just sit here and admire the view?” Emrick pressed his elbow onto his bloated belly and his plump hand onto his puffy cheek

“Along with your new body as well.” Yuka’s suggestion made Emrick briefly flinch.

He stared back at the module containing Yuka’s AI “Are you trying to say that you secretly admire my fat body?”

Yuka quickly replied “No, I am simply suggesting that you grow fond of it to avoid a detrimental self-image.”

Emrick replied with a cheeky tone “I feel like you love it and just don’t want to admit it.”

“I cannot feel emotion, remember?” Yuka pulled up a list of restrictions on their AI, one of which was ‘No Emotion to avoid clouded judgement’.

Emrick chickled “Yeah, sure.”

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So this one basically took me only 1 day to think up, make, get screenshots for, write, and all that. I think the big reason why is that this is a fresh story for me and as such I’m more motivated to write it as opposed to the longer ones that I have worked on for a while. I’ve noticed this with several non-fetish writings I’ve done that I tend to avoid working on older things due to burnout and boredom of that thing. I’ll try to reignite that interest and more suggestions for the main story are extremely welcome, but for the meantime I’ll stick to the ministories for now. Hope you understand and hope you enjoyed!

[Pizza_Pizza_Ruby_Rub]

“Yeah, I can’t cook anything in this frackin climate…”

Don’t you mean…this Frackin’ Universe?-

Jokes aside, this was a decent story. A man desperate to food turns to the only reliable food source on the planet. I also liked the description you gave for the Lard Golem, I was personally struggling with that.

[Pizza_Pizza_Ruby_Rub]

Sooo I was marinating on the idea of chubby cyborgs…and after grabbing a few neat mods, I put this character together. Not much about her has been solidified story-wise, but I do have some semblance of a main idea. Just thought I’d jot this down.

Her name is Jaki. She’s a human cyborg; an accident/experiment caused her to lose her legs and right eye, both being replaced with cybernetic enhancements.

The main idea is that she’s a mechanic who participates in tournaments against Tech-enhanced opponents.

With the Lard epidemic, she now faces off against gigantic, blobby fighters who use their cybernetic enhancements to not only beat immobility, but battle against the toughest opponents in the universe.

…And that’s what I got so far. Once I build the arena and spawn some NPCs, I may chronicle her battles against these opponents. Her story may see the return of a certain Hylotl…

Tell me what you think!

[Warlynx]

Certainly interested to see where this goes

[Disguy]

Oh wow! I’ve admitedly been interested in this topic for quite some time since I certainly enjoy seeing the kinds of creative energy people poor into the mod in various forms, but been too lazy to really give any stories here a good read until now. Imagine my surprise, however, to see such a well-written short story featuring the very race I’ve provided fat sprites for – you have no idea how much it makes the stress of working on it actually worth it when I see stuff like this, alongside the other forms of support!

…and hey, I’d say do whatever feels most comfortable/convenient for you. Personally, I think it’s always very important to do things that you actually enjoy, when you enjoy them, so if short stories vs. continuous stories is what you’d rather do then I’d say go for it!

[Pizza_Pizza_Ruby_Rub]

Log Date: 6/10/****

Owner of Report: Agnes Thyne

Subject: Lard’s Effectiveness on Novakids

Despite numerous anatomical studies, the physiology of the Novakid race continues to be a mystery. Even though we know just enough about their species to implant functioning Tech, just about everything else about the Novakid defies current logic.

For example, reports of expanded Novakids have been introduced to us amidst the Lard epidemic- yet these cases are few and far inbetween, to the point where these reports were regarded as baseless rumors. Of course, tests were performed on a handful of willing participants, but nothing notable has arisen from these trials.

However, new information concerning Novakid expansion has come forth. Before submitting a full report on the effects of Lard on the Novakid species, I will document my findings with the help of a willing subject.

Test Subject Information

Varni (surname unknown) is the host of an adventure tourism television show, titled “Varni’s Ventures”. Subject’s height is 5’4 and weighs **** pounds. Her “brand” is horseshoe-shaped.

One episode of her series has caught my interest; in this episode, Varni tests the effects of Lard on herself after a couple of encounters from Lard Golems. After consuming immense quantities of Lard, Varni accomplishes and exhibits Stage 8 expansion- albeit for a limited time. Another episode sees Varni reach Stage 11 expansion (immobility) after being attacked by Florans armed with fattening weapons.

I contacted Varni and invited her to my laboratory situated in Geras Nexus (202707523/
673927863) for testing. Her arrival was delayed by her inability to remember the proper coordinates, but once Varni did, she displayed immense willingness to go on with the procedures. See records below for more information.

Day 1

I invited Varni over to my space station; I had to keep her from venturing too far or potentially breaking something. She was highly engrossed in my “Mutant Planet” exhibit. She explained her findings to me as we walked through the exhibit together, a process which lasted for at least three hours.

With the knowledge given, I concocted a mixture of lard- and per request, chocolate- into an 80-gallon tank. My special mixture would bring a Human to immobility after consuming at least two gallons; wholly insignificant to the drastically different physiology of Novakids.

Subject displayed little to no change in size or weight, but displayed incredible capacity for consumption. Even after consuming the entire tank, there was no notable difference. Subject even requested 3 & 1/2 gallons more…but simply out of enjoyment, and not out of addiction.

I had underestimated the Novakid’s ability to consume without feeling “full”- but from my research, I have concluded that the Novakid simply stops eating after gathering enough energy from food. This information will be instrumental in future trials.

Day 2

I brought Varni over to my lab on Syrma Gamma II (1999999982/1999999996) for another trial. It has been shown that Lard reacts to various chemicals found within certain foods, some more than others. As a result of this find, I crafted a set of pancakes, deep fried and dense with Lard. Its enormous size would compensate for the subject’s appetite.

Seeing a Novakid eat has always been fascinating; they lack mouths, yet they seem to consume food right below their brands, where their “mouth” would be. Food is simply absorbed into their gaseous bodies, straight through the casing which prevents these gases from leaking out- and the only time it ever does is when the Novakid “burps”. This process requires further study.

The trial was successful; subject has consumed the pancakes and has exhibited minor (stage 2) expansion. After consumption, I requested that the subject would take off their clothes to be properly weighed on the scale. Upon stepping to the scale however, subject had quickly reverted to their original size.

Stars produce light through nuclear reactions- and Novakids aren’t very different in this regard. While the effects lasted, subject Varni’s body radiated a bright glow, one of which was significantly abnormal compared to the glow of an average Novakid. Do high quantities of lard trigger stronger nuclear reactions from within the bodies of Novakids…?

Day 5

I have conducted trials involving various foods cooked and prepared with heavy amounts of Lard. Results were similar to Day 1 and Day 2’s trials, with foods causing slight or even nonexistent changes in size to subject Varni’s body. However, subject Varni had returned today with a very fascinating discovery: the thigh of a gigantic creature.

Inconveniently, subject Varni does not recall the species of this animal or where she found it, but diagnostic testing has confirmed that this creature was immensely fattened up with Lard, presumably by hunters, or even a horde of Lard Golems. In any case, subject Varni had requested that this meal would be prepared in a similar fashion to meals before it.

Subject Varni has consumed the thigh; effects were much more noticeable, and more prominent than those of previous trials. Subject had gained significantly more weight than what was successfully recorded; in terms of understanding what causes Novakid expansion, we might be on the right track.

While unfortunate that the species this meat came from is currently unknown, I have collected a small sample from the thigh subject Varni had consumed. I am currently attempting to clone this sample to identify the species. If possible, I will farm more of these meats in an attempt to replicate today’s trial. I shall be closer towards my conclusive entry on Novakids in that regard.

End log.