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Note to self, check my notes. Otherwise, how else would I have had the chance to fuck with a couple kinks that were a bit off my radar? Thanks to ~Cosmic_Knight, I was able to see to his lass and dealing with her lacking presence when it came to seeing the reality of her situation.
Because Usurn knows how much she lacks any sort of depth when it comes to the growing reality of her situation....
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She didn’t quite understand it.
“OH GOD, WATCH HER FOOT!”
She never could in all honesty.
“JIM!!!”
These people… Holding a balled up fist to her fur covered cheek, she looks down upon a frost covered tundra in front of her, sitting sighing. Her eyes may have been clogged up by the frost in this mountainside, along with the winter wind howling in the back of her sensitive earlobes, but that didn’t mean she was blind… or deaf for that matter. She could see the tiny prints in the snow, making their way into dense enough forestry, soon disappearing. She could hear the clanging of metal, clinking against chain and steel, metal boots as heavy as the body within it as snow crunched underneath a total pair of twenty footsteps. Yet… she couldn’t find it within herself to care. “Every week, every time.” Irritated, she looks at the bare sole of her right foot, eying a groaning, yet still alive knight of… whatever order he may or may not have come from. Her hands are slow, but steady, as she uses her fingers to drag the man off of her foot. “Always on a sunday, always during the mornings when I’m trying to rest for Monday.”
“YOU’LL NEVER MAKE ME BEG!!!”
“I don’t need to.”
Because what information could this man provide that wasn’t something she already knew? With a soft flick of the wrist, Alysia is quick to toss the man across the sky, the screams of which came from what was left of that torn esophagus making way into her ears, until the armor clanked and a body quickly made their way into a much more permanent home… Great, just great. She stands up after giving her foot an inspection once more, rhythmic stomps leading her to walk away from the scene she had been oh so happily presented with. What was this, the fifth time this week that she was greeted with nothing more than a couple mortal beings attempting to 'shoo' her away into an early grave? No… she put a finger to her maw. It had to have been… seventh, NO, ninth time, considering they rode to her snow filled home at least several dozen times during yesterday's attempt to slay a giantess.
"My god, what a lonely existence." There was far too much going on throughout these lands for someone to actively search her out in order to kill her. The continent was… hmm… well, chock full of individuals who needed more than their share of maiming, but she digressed. It was only going to stress her out, put her head in a space not meant for a gradually decreasing mood like hers, especially on a day that is Sunday. She takes a step into a cave, nose poking into the darkened pit that was this space surrounding her. Nothing existed. There was naught but darkness within this cavern she had called home, any sign of life driven away with the howling wind and a certain cold that'd freeze anyone willing to venture deep. This room was without a single object in existence to allow her some comfort, but with one simple snap of her fingers, all of a sudden?
She was greeted with luxury. The walls and floors immediately became solid ground, her padded feet able to cling to the rock without worrying about slipping. Cooled flames dance along the walls, lighting the room up in dancing blue flames and pushing the temperature just below lukewarm. And just in front of her, besides the doorway leading into her room, was the couch. Made from the leathers of some demonic folk who thought they could get past 'One meager barrier', along with some fluff on top and the back as for providing hers with some ample cushioning; the kind that could support her spine as well as the assets almost floating in front of her. Only reason they weren't plopping down against her own body was due to some magic and the bra that had been custom stitched by her truly. It was the only reason it could hold up her mass.
Otherwise she'd have to deal with painful back problems as the day went along. She flicks at the air, the necklace chinking against additional jewelry she had collected over the years by her followers, tapping away at the slight gusts of wind entering her home, using it to gather beneath a rectangular container they had made for her, before blowing it towards her direction. With two fingers, she holds the tiny compartment, opening it by the handle on the right side and gingerly pulling it open. She growls. "MARSHALL!" She hisses, beckoning over one of the few smallfolk she allowed within her dormitory: a reptile, the size of one of her claws, slammed the door open from one of many tiny doors in the walls behind the little casing she made for them and ran over to her, bowing down. "There you are~ Now Marshy."
"Y-yes Madame?"
The little guy was spooked, but she could mark it up by having to wake up early in the morning. "You know the rules for living within my home, under my protection, correct?" She hoped and waited for a second, twiddling her toes around in patience as the Kobold attempted to 'push' the cogs in their brain a bit, before they nodded. "Good! Then I don't have to explain why I must punish you and your little group."
"W-wait-"
Wait? Wait for what? For the excuses? She began the incantation. The howls were returning, the scaly red Kobold began shivering as ice crackled towards his feet. "W-W-WAIT W-WAIT!" No. She remembered the last time she allowed for a bit of patience in her blood. And guess where that led her? Into a frenzy looking for something to satisfy her hunger and need to feast. Being hungry was the last thing on her mind when it came to lacking ANYTHING, especially when compared to the trinkets she had gathered and placed upon her leopard patterned body… But funnily enough, she stopped. Her hands stopped weaving the lines and strings into turning this cavern into an iced out grave for this scaly scum that had dared to leave her without a meal; without a tongue sanctification that would bless her mouth and ample body with something more than raw meat. She looked down, eye squinting at what the clawed hands were attempting, given their height difference , holding up in front of her eyes. "So you do have something for me."
"Give it."
"But Madame Alysia!-"
"I don't wanna hear it." Especially after seeing that they couldn't even acquire her something as basic as a cooked cow or even some sugar cubes! The mountains were full of travelers, various animals and merchants using the road between the cloud reaching hillsides to essentially cut their time in half as opposed to other roads, allowing for not only ease of general accessibility, but for time cuts given that they could 'pay the toll'. The fact that none of them could even come CLOSE to filling the frozen containment known as the 'refrigerator', despite having full access to a listing of customers 'willing' to pay the fee just to pass safely should've been enough of a fact for her to freeze them alive and use them like she'd suck on a frozen popsicle. She nabs it from their hand, inspecting the meat. "Why… why is it moving?"
"It's Troll meat Madame."
Troll meat? "And what exactly is this 'troll' meat?"
"We- Haven't the slightest idea."
That was… odd. "You don't know where this flesh originates?" She questions, watching as the meat writhed within her palm, squirming, as though there was a beating heart beneath everything. Yet as she poked a claw into it… "No heart. No organs. Just a slab of meat- Who did you acquire this from?"
"A… Troll?"
"Very comical. Good jokes are rare, but do spare me such jestering."
"I do not joke. We were visiting the snow covered roads to see who would cross Kislevs borders just to take the shortcut when we came across some giant creature."
"... Go on."
"They wouldn't listen to us when we told them the toll, whether due to a language barrier or one such creature not caring for such a thing as trading. We attacked, swiftly, hitting blow after blow after blow… But it was like it held the blood of a giant. Like you, his wounds were licked in the midst of battle, cleaning itself up and patching the wounds before we could dig deeper, resulting… in our immediate loss. We didn't lose any men, but as you can imagine, we didn't exactly win."
Hmm… Odd. Though they lack her strength, her magic, they should've been able to deal with such a creature just by numbers alone. "We managed to cut a solid piece off of it however, separating the chunky midriff from the rest of its body, but that was all we could do." If such a creature exists- She begins tapping the armrest of her couch, thinking as she still holds tight to the wriggling piece of this 'troll' they managed to cut off. "That's- That's the reason we were unable to secure anymore this week. Our warriors are injured, maimed beyond a simple week's rest."
"Hrmm…"
This was barely anything though. At most, this was barely a snack, a jiggling piece of belly meat that wouldn't even come close to quenching the hunger in herself. Why, she'd be well within her right to simply punish them for failing to keep up their job for the time she gave them to raise their ranks up. But she wasn't dumb. She knew better than to simply cull the weak. "Go." She commanded, gathering weary eyes to her head once more. The earrings decorating the right and left side of her earlobes ring as she leaned forward and released a misty cold huff into her minions direction. "I will not say it again."
The Kobold nods, before disappearing into its den. She sits back, huffing. "And of course the day only gets worse by me having to move away from the comfortable position I'm in." As it was any day that damn Ice Maiden required her assistance. With a sigh, she sits up, her legs beginning to feel the weight, her back ready to bare what was in front of her for one last joy ride ahead. "But before I do that."
"A little snack."
She places the tainted meat onto her teeth, chewing at it like bubblegum, before it eventually gives away and she swallows. Her nose scrunched, tongue recoiling. It had a particular taste, grimy from the times it had likely taken some battle damage, along with whatever they ate withheld within a gut unlike hers. Not to mention- It weirdly felt bigger as she swallowed it down. No matter.
The focus truly should be on securing a couple meals for herself, given that her minions could barely muster the strength to even acquire her a single beast. And so, she must hunt. As she exited the cave and found her fur being 'graced' with a combination of winter winds, she was left in thought as her body slowly descended below the clouds. Should she… possibly recruit another couple more of those scaly freaks? She's been seeing some progress with the new one's she's recruited, excusing the most recent of failures, compared to previous employments, especially when compared to the secondary squadron in which she had frozen and eaten for their 'reckless abandonment' after having nearly caused themselves to be exercised by the local Bretonnian, before having most of their people butchered by a few Chaos demon in waiting for them. By the time she had made it to them, they were either missing an arm, leg, maybe an eye or missing half the portion that allows them to live and/or think.
That requires so much though- building an entirely new group of those scaly folk was difficult enough, especially when they were so rare. Specifically speaking, they were a subspecies of the lizardfolk and treated as such, with the same demeaning behavior as one would usually treat their lesser compatriots. While it wasn't particularly difficult to find the skinny workforce among the tundric forestry they had escaped into, especially when their scales matched that of magma, they weren't keen on the idea of working beneath someone who was under the worship of The Great Bear… This was despite them being relegated to lower positions on the working ladder than she dared to question.
And that wasn't the main reason why it was so difficult to acquire them. Cold blooded they were, unable to withstand Kislevs frigid environment, let alone the winter's soon to come. If she didn't acquire them during the warmer months of the years here, she'd have more scalefriends dead than she could eat, resulting in a massacre higher than her current BMI had she'd been smaller with the same weight. "What the hell was in that meat?" She rubbed her belly, fingers pushing onto the plush furred skin. "... Feeling disappeared."
It was likely nothing. The extra cushioning she had felt was something natural that had come with her eating habits, especially with the density of her meals. She was a snow leopard and despite her increased size compared to her less than gifted brothers and sisters, she was greeted and praised by those living within this hellish landscape. Kislev lives thanks to its citizens and despite their growing hostility towards each other, especially when eying The Orthodoxy and The Ice Court, they do serve Usurn and will come together to defend the captured God if push comes to shove. Speaking of pushing however… as she makes her way through the mountain pass, through the trees and past the hill she had taken refuge within, she spots something that makes her salivate: a polar bear, two to be exact. Each one as thick as a wooly mammoth and just as fattened up, it seems the day's before had given this singular creature a mighty coat. It was munching on some seal it had caught, quickly tearing into the corpse and allowing for its significant other to take a bite; a bite of which she'll be taking as well…
If she could reach them that is. The moment she tried sneaking, the greenery around her, that being the rather thick tree's and the brush they called a 'hairdo' gave way to her swishing tail, immediately alerting the duo to her presence. As soon as they spotted her and the additional twenty feet difference of height, they immediately began to try and run away.
Try being a big word. Ice surrounds the escape path, immediately encircling them into a corner. She bends down, now on all fours- And leaps forward, pincering the two to the ground with a claw and ending their lives right there and with a gulp, took two meaty carcasses and filled her stomach with enough vitamin A to kill any normal person, yet as the meat fell down and down her throat and landed within the deepened bowl that was her stomach- A growl emanated. "All that damn walking…" Made her hunger for something a bit more than two bears. She burps, excusing herself closer to the edge of the waters, only to be greeted with a crack in the ice. "Whoa- OK, fine then."
"Guess no fishing then today."
Would've been easier, but she supposes she could deal with something with a bit more gamey in comparison. The deer around these parts, as her predatory eyes laid upon, were equally as wide as the bears. And guess what she did? As fast as her thickened thighs could take her, she scooped them up and tossed them down the hatch. But it did nothing. The local birds, piling up in flocks bigger than an entire village could eat within a single night, gone. Soon, she found herself traveling along the lands, belly never full, hunger ever growing, with the majority of the animals she had came across barely satisfying the craving she was searching for-
All the while she began to feel sluggish. At first, during the couple of hours she had taken away from the home to hunt, she felt strong. The body was building upon the already gifted musculature she was born with, allowing her to rely more on brute strength than stylized magic to snag something from either the ground or air. And by God's was she fast. Despite having felt slow, she was domineering, a great monster among the field of meat she would soon stuff into an aching naked belly. Between the snapping tree's and tail whipping she had done to one of those dirty looking Orcs, whatever that Kobold had given her was clearly magical in nature, buffing her strength to a magnitude comparable to a chaos demon, hell-
Maybe even Usurn.
As the day went ahead, however, she began to feel awkward in her movement. It wasn't just sluggish, it was snaillike. Soon, the leg room between her thighs became enclosed, forcing her to awkwardly waddle forward like a penguin at times, as said for the rest of her limbs- Swinging a punch? No good arm was jelly. Jumping? She cracked the ground sooner than she would reach even a couple inches off the ground and her midriff- Why did it wobble like jello when given a proper push? Why did her ass seek anchoring assistance from not only her spine, but the top brushes of the treeline she was walking through? And why-
Why did she feel exhausted?
The belly grumbles, yet her body explodes outwards, the itty bitty pieces of gentle layering she sported underneath the collar and her multitude of various jewelry now becoming grabbable; pinching itself against the multiplying additions to her body. And yet, she ignored it. She ignored the way she had to take a break for an hour before moving, she ignored the creasing thighs continually scratching into one another, she ignored the anchoring wobbles causing the earth to shake-
She ignored herself. Hunting for food that she knew well wouldn't fill the overshadowing food baby she was sporting from foraging and gorging on the nearest wildlife she could reach given her lacking speed. But it still wasn't enough. "I- Fucking-" That damnable meat. It was- It was corrupting her, HER, of all people- No… No, that couldn't be. She was an Ice Mage, a Giant Ice Mage. Her bowels were as strong as Kislev's winters, her magic thicker than the ICE itself. There was absolutely NO God forsaken way she could be taunted by something so SMALL, so FRAGILE to the very teeth that chewed into them! "I do not lack strength, I am ALYSIA!"
And she sported no such weakness. But God damn, she might have to actually get a bra if these tits of hers keep this level of perked action- Feels sensitive, even to her touch. "Huh?" Her ears perked up, yelling coming from the opposite direction and just as quickly, began waddling over. She knew the noise and worse, she knew the direction. "Who the hell is invading the city?!"
Can't be Orcs- They'd be too loud. Can't be demons, she'd smell the corruption from a mile away. Maybe Bretonnians? Perhaps the Elves? Maybe even- No, dwarves were far too up their own ass with the elven kingdoms due to a single joke than they were with the lacking drinking climate within their kingdom. She was lacking information.
And even as she arrived she found nothing that made sense to her. Her people were laying strewn around the floors, roofing and other meticulously difficult places to reach and yet, as she peered over to inspect their potentially corpses, she found nothing- Well, nothing that wasn't a full belly. "What the…" She poked into one of her kins belly, comparable to the size of a human, taking a gander and thinking of a singular word: tautness. It wasn't just the chest, the constant burping and the need for this furred creature to rub a reddened dome just off the edge of a rather explosive end told stories of info she couldn't get from just the goopy innards of a creature likely bleeding out. Meaning some sort of fight occurred here- Yet no one was dead. She went through multiple houses, inspecting each person, each belly, each thigh and body part not having been ripped in any way that wasn't through clothing and she came to the same conclusion: Everyone was full, everyone was burping…
Everyone was immobilized.
Was it… Slaanesh? She tapped her double chin. Couldn't be. She feeds on desire and while the people here ask for food, none of them would dare to try and pray to a goddess that would push that brink to something that'd cover the city in more than just scraps- And she knows Khorne, Nurgle and that putrid thinker would bother themselves with such a place. So then… What was it?
What had easily taken over this place within so little time?
It wasn't long until she found the reason why. "What the?-" She couldn't quite believe it. The goop left behind, the active ingredient in what was filling everyone up- By the throne, by the very place she used to call home, was the Ice Queen herself, forcibly tied down by the same blue she had seen not even a couple moments ago. And could only slap her face in utter disappointment. Out of anything, out of everything that could've taken the city down, from Orcs, from dissidents, to chaos legions- The one thing everyone had fallen to was a slime. A slime. She needs to repeat that in the back of her mind as she calmly waddles over to her ever growing cousin in the royal Ice Court. Someone like Tzarina Katarin falling to such a… creature is to be seen with about as much disappointment as a father would if their son wasn't willing to hunt for himself.
"You have the magic necessary to freeze them in place before they could touch the carpet and yet you allowed for the sullying of this grand temple?" She heard a goopy urp, before moaning followed suit. She groaned herself."... tch. Of course you'd allow for such degradation."
"And of course you leave me to fix it up."
As always- Though fixing this will take more than some exercise and therapy. Especially when the chunky snow leopard had to deal with the very enemy that had befallen everyone within the borders of these magnificent walls. She raises a logged arm into the air, ready to cast the coldest magic imaginable, to freeze them; to be rid of them-
Only to find that she could not slam it back down to cause a controlled blizzard. "Huh?-" Before she could react, a blob of ooze was on top of her. "DAMN IT!"
She attempted to use the spell midair, but it was like the goo monster was suppressing her, pinning her down just by weight alone. She- She should be able to lift! She should be able to MOVE! "Gurk?!" She couldn't. She couldn't move. She couldn't move. The panic her mind was thrown into was soon pacified by the forced entry through the mouth. She wiggled, body wobbling, but doing nothing else. Her strength was gone, yet she kept trying. Meanwhile, she felt her gut slowly swell.
Thick it was, like a milkshake, constantly free-flowing into her maw like a firehose, though with no taste, it felt like she was ingesting water. Perhaps the only good that came out of the situation was what it did to the tongue. Too bad she didn't see it that way. No, instead, she could throttled around, unable to realize her current situation was one she would have to stick with-
One that would stick with her. The thing about creatures like this is that they had a tendency to try and fill up whatever empty containment they come across and for her, that would be no sooner than what she needed- But that wasn't the worst part. No- Despite having been enveloped by the mass and floating in the middle as her arms and legs were spread wide for easy entry, heftiness was the only thing she was feeling and God did it feel awful. Chins were stacking beneath this kitty, cheeks bulging out like mini hardened domes filled to the brim with the true organics of this planet, flushing the front of her face like a caressing soft pillow; shoulders and arms not leaving the picture as her BMI felt like it was soaring compared to before. What was she like before? Sausaged fingered, each paw seeing an enlargement comparable to a weight gain program, now being so swaddled in fat that she could barely flex them.
"MMM!!!" She screamed, lacking any grace as she attempted to swing her body out, only to find that the grip on her encumbering limbs grew stronger. Her thighs- Oh God, her legs. Spread open like she was to be a man's toy for the night, yet the palpable appendages beneath the waist said otherwise, slapping together every time she would attempt to pull them apart. The room was getting smaller; smaller than normal, the conclave that made up this ice filled throne room became little else than extra space for the new bedding that would soon be here, as her ass began to squish against the doorway. And then it happened- Moaning to the touch, she felt as the slime began to fondle her greatly, caressing the very thing that explained her gender as fine as any science could, purposely attempting to get something out of her that she hadn’t realized herself-
Was already about to break from the pressure.
As soon as it simply touched her so intimately, milk spilled into the slime, feeding into it, growing it, giving it as much as it was likely giving her. The good part? Her back and spine were supported greatly, the body never becoming too much for her to ever feel such a greatly enhancing gain. The bad part? Her breast, something that had been already ample and amplified by the troll meat before, now began to throw her viewing angle off the ground below her much like the mountain of steps her neck sported, having already broken through the collar; having already broken the gems she adorned. And Guess what?
The slime wasn’t stopping. Despite the feedback loop being less than what it needed for the amount of out it was producing, despite her eyes beginning to see less than ninety degrees, despite her stomach being caressed and pampered with enough calories to feed this city and the next couple over, despite her chunky front beginning to touch even the throne itself- It fed. It fed and fed and fed, knowingly decreasing its own size to further her mass- She heard a creak. She couldn’t tell the direction, but the sound was evident even despite her long ears having already been covered by the overlapping back folds collecting on top of her. Was it from… her? No… No no no no, this can’t happen, it just can’t. She wasn’t full, not even close! “MMmm!!” Yet she couldn’t deny the pressure- Though it collected and formed into slabby piling fatty cells that then built onto her body like an onion, the liquid bloat was clear and just as transparent as the sloshing gel inside here.
Again she wobbled, knowing well that her body was being sucked in, head dancing between an ass pressing against the thick iron doors and orbs encircling the very throne she had looked down upon once upon a time. Her body snapped at any chairing not fit to withhold this body, windows cracking as pelting upon pelting of adipose kept thrusting into it, the structure of this room soon seeing to the ice-like openings; stone walls receiving the odd end of fate that would behest even the floor and just as the slime was finishing its course, as soon as the globular mass had only the mass to encircle her head-
The throne room exploded. Stone fixed with magic split open, able to resist any blows in or out, now flinging away. Like an omnidirectional slingshot, she sent glass, stone and ice into the air, barrelling towards whoever was unlucky enough to be closeby, but she didn’t care. As the last of the slime forced its way down her maw and into the bloated feline mass, she finally is allowed to think. ‘Finally… By Urrrpsurns name, it is done.’ She huffs, small belches disallowing her to open her mouth for too long. “The fluuurp.”
The lipid burden… God, this was awful. She couldn’t move, legs stuck within the softened contents of her stupidity- No, her lack of awareness when it came to the filling destruction of this kingdom. Could… Was it even possible to lose this weight?
Was it even possible to recover?
She tried to roll, but… She was swollen, filled to that very same brim, stuck to whatever flooring she was to be a part of until she could properly digest what she had been forced to ingest. Thanks to her speedy metabolism, the process was going along fast enough for her to at least SEE beyond tickling mammary gland, leaking the white substance meant for feeding, but it wasn’t quick enough, nor would it matter. Especially when she could see beyond the clouds just by laying on top of her bosom forward; ass up for whatever creature wishing to lay their hands on such an overabundant amount of loose flesh. Her neck was merely an encircling of totality, the result of her lacking visionary prowess; collecting upon one another to form bowls upon bowls of soft rolls.
Yet, as the short living creatures had to, as any regular citizen of these god forsaken tundra must do after a hearty meal-
She must wait, consequences of her ego ready as soon as the growth would stop…
If it did.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Female
Size 120 x 67px
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