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Another one heading your way, with ~Cosmic_Knight, who sends yet another payment my way for a story!
I think at this point, perhaps one should attempt to keep their temperament on watch, given that even Belladonna has fallen for yet another blunder many of his folk (OC's) seem to run into: An ego check.
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That was spectacularly easy to do-
“Queen Belladonna, I come bearing gifts!”
She didn't think it would- In all honesty, her making the portal here was a bit of a gamble. She had found herself in one small room, under an oak tree, with nothing surrounding her but the books she required for spellweaving, having wanted to practice by her lonesome without the heckling of one too many mastercrafters- Having to deal with even a single individual from that roaster was enough to split her fur and cut the cat tail off her bum before she had to deal with all the regulations they had put upon anything relating to magical instances of travel across the world, especially when they would take the credit right from under her pawed feet and only ever present it when the light was shining upon their bodies. Worst part was the fact that it wasn't a quick process, more a slow and methodical burn that would leave not even the ashes of herself within its piece, only the signature of rats- No, scoundrels that would take even the most meager of items and claim it as there's.
It was the only reason for such regulatory workings behind the scenes when it came to law making. In abiding the law while simultaneously breaking it, one must show that their research is thorough and have a way for replication, such that even someone as insignificant as the bottom classes would be able to use it through means of either themselves or another through currency. It was their way of managing those who would dare to try and bring something to light without them having some sort of thoughts on them going forward-
It was their way of getting people suckered into showing them something they could copy within their minds and replicate before anyone could have a chance to say a word and it worked only because they did it ever so infrequently; enough that it makes them look almost as though they had already thought of such an idea in the background and with the citizens acting as dumb as a brick when offered some coin for silence, it was continued… Why she was so adamant about getting so far away from those maggots. Them eating through her work like tissue paper and then spitting it out when it was just safe enough to steer around would've been enough for her to blow the lot of them into balloons just to see explode and take the castle down in the same swift action needed to poke a sharp enough object into thin skin.
Luckily for her, she had more than enough cash behind her ear and back to afford traveling the countryside into a place none of those bags of dragon bones could even come close to, even if they wanted to follow her. While she delved into her research and kept attempting to cut at the reality standing between her and another location, having been at it for a couple months due to extraneous problems and the questionable solutions to fix them, she had accidentally came across something she and the rest of her folk at home wouldn't dare to speak of-
And it all began with these creatures bringing her gifts while she sat upon what used to be an empty throne. “Thank you~” She whispered, a hint of appreciation going towards the tiny, almost ant-like creatures standing before her with a plate of cookies. They seem to want her to take more than a couple, having raised it as high as their legs would permit and seeing as it would be ungrateful- She took another. “Thank you- That's enough for now.”
Through pure accident while attempting to make travel easier on those without magic, she had come across an entirely new world of possibilities, being granted the first viewing of a cathedral of riches that the poor especially would come to love as soon as one could open their mouth. What she had stepped into was nothing short of grand, having immediately been the first to accidentally step into a bush made entirely of strips of sugar and the berries made entirely of mint! At first she was… skeptical. Afterall, there was not a single blade of grass within her mind that she could remember smelling so close to peppermint, considering the amount of animals they had wandering in and out the streets. But the more she explored, the more she tested the materials, with an obvious dose of cure on her body to make sure she didn't suffer any ill effects, the more her frown turned upside down.
The tree's were made up of some sort of syrup, already added with some layer of natural sugar that allowed her to enjoy it just as she would with anything they had on the market, some even sporting an entirely different flavor of the same syrup depending on the bark attached to its outer layer. Even just munching on the bark itself provided some nutritional value, tasting almost like Jerry. Then there were the flowers- Stems were merely just strands of twisters, wrapped and co aligning Its roots like a normal plant would, yet just as edible as licorice! Between the chocolate rivers, the lake of some bubbling brown liquid, the ocean she was half sure was made entirely up of some mystifying green gel and the lining of soon to be cavity filling mush of marshmallow that took the place of some of the greenery she was seeing while taking a small stroll,
She was sure this place was done with its surprises, at least, until she met the creatures holding themselves down within this candy land. They were smallfolk, about the equivalent size of a Kobold and from the looks of it, took to their resigning features as well. Though she didn't have long to study them, as they would permit at first, she soon realized that even they were made of the same substances that lined the hardened earth she was walking upon.
Granted they were far more complicated, but nothing she couldn't figure out with the week it had taken to familiarize herself with the planet itself- Though perhaps too easily, seeing as she was now within a jelly castle that could throw her balance off if she wasn't careful with where she was positioning her feet. “Another one?” Three months. That's all it took to get these funnily curious creatures to not only accept her, but graduate her existence from resident to president within the same instance she had taken to figure out how to stabilize the portal going back and forth. All she had to do was bring some of what she had to offer from her world into this one to prove her worth and, opposite to that counsel of idiots back home, she was brought to a higher position as soon as their small, albeit very minds to legitimately throw her on the throne of spiky, hardy candy canes. She holds her hand out and is given a milkshake, along with a plate of these delectable circular pieces of granular bits and cane. She slumps on the cookie and creme, before pointing at her right side. “Please tell the advisory council that we'll be moving forward with the research I've given you.”
“Of course my queen. Anything else you would like for me to do?”
“... Bring another plate to me.”
God, this was amazing, this felt amazing. She had power, for once in her life, having been enabled to provide a service for people that would appreciate and give her the proper credits she deserved, without glazing over it and then copying what they could before shoving her aside for some coin. She remembered- Gravity magic was something no one had messed with for the longest while, having been considered a tool only the God's could use, only to realize that it was something any mage worth their salt could add to their deck of cards and flip at any given moment just to throw off someone's balance or even allow themselves to effectively fly. Yet, as soon as those spineless idiots caught wind, they were quicker than she was on the draw on releasing and then providing the general public her notes without giving her so much as an ounce of notice. They even went as far as to monetize it, so no one below a certain margin could even think of acquiring themselves the necessary instructions to activate something that could be the crux of their existence; bring new light that would otherwise become just a dusty, spider ridden room without a bulb to light it up. Yet, here, without her having been a resident, without her having brought anything to the table as of yet before she had brought what magics she had learned over to this realm where reality had become edible to those able to dig their claws into the forbidden pudding-
She was given all the praise, all the pushing, all the stimulating thrusting she could need in order to finally realize the dream of giving. All this, by simply being arduous in her studies and having just enough luck to stumble upon this incorruptible dimension she now dares to call home. Though… perhaps she is given too much praise or otherwise.
As three turned to six, she had seen herself in the gelatinous mirror she had been assigned to ever since she had taught this citadel fire magic and, as immediate as thoughts could be given her morality and mortality, she noticed that she was building a bit of pudge near the waistline. Now, she was no athlete, oh gods no, she would not dare to consider herself as such! After all, that would be taking credit away from those who put effort into making sure their bodies look as rough of a terrain as the cliffs back at home! However, she knows well that she didn't eat nearly enough nor well off to feel like she would've ever tapped into the high ranges of poundage she was now acquiring for herself as the months went by! It wasn't much, granted, given that she was already perplexingly sided with the plumper side of her feline lineage thanks to her metabolism being a bit on the snail's side of things, but she was a tad worried given that her environment was chock full of sugars just waiting to be added to her overall mass.
Especially since she didn't do well with exercising. At least the weight wasn't an issue. She did her best to try and ask for something smaller in regards to portion sizes for her food, in some attempt to slow the rate in which her body would absorb such a calorically high intake. When asked why, she responded as such, regaling her ‘story’ on her waistline having been shown to be equivalent to a pufferfish in the way she had been blowing up just off of what she could gauge to be about ten or so pounds based off the creasing of her fur when she tries to reach her tippy toes, yet was greeted with a resounding answer that even her tailor, as they were dressing her in the finest jellied wool they could find frolicking in their pens, could give.
“You look just as fine as the day I met you.”
They… truly loved her as she could tell. Simple actions made for the people were greeted with high approval she would never see otherwise if given by the codgers running the scene, though that love was questionable at times, especially with how much they were giving it in the form of snacks. Whenever she was stuck in the library they had built within the castle, studying away at what she could bring to her citizens, she was greeted with a plate. Whenever she was taking a bath in her reality, as to avoid having chocolate stick to her purple fur, she was greeted with a shake. Whenever she found herself tired from the day before, not wishing to get up for even a second, she was greeted with a gentle lift of the blanket and then? A cake.
And it smothered her, filled her, made her look bouncy. Nothing she hasn't dealt with, considering the legality of lipomancy and how many magical mishaps she has gone through regarding such cloth tightening magic. She paid no mind to it. After all, her citizens regarded it as nothing, so why should she do herself the favor of giving the tightness of this donned cloth when she could have one of her minions do it for her?
After all, they loved her. It was like having butlers and maids at her beck and call, gesturing towards her wellbeing as a thanks for everything she was providing, such gestures she couldn't just deny. That would be all too similar to the dragon's running the scenes back at home. It was just so thoughtful of them to think about her, give her the peace of mind without entirely taking themselves from the scene; guardian angels only wishing the best for her! After all, she was the reason these cinnamon buns with candy corn for horns could even progress as fast as they did. They went from using the toughest bark they could acquire to swinging the gravitational forces keeping them from lifting their heavier buns, much like how she was. The difference was that she was powerful, she had grown to become something more than those who relied on maids to clean their asses, she was everything.
While those codgers were nothing but feeble.
As she sits back in the throne, now nine months in, she feels like the enormity that was the seat not even a six months back was being kept in check by a backside, able to reach the sides and force her to squeeze her bottom draws in before she could even begin answering to her adoring crowd in the beginning section of the castle- And before she could even open her mouth, she's greeted with, as opposed to the usual, a hose. She looks to her maid, a jellybold, a side race to the smell of cinnamon she had grown used to. “You've been looking quite starved since yesterday, the grumble grumble of the belly belly becoming loud!” Her… words were a bit off, but adorable nonetheless. With dripping claws similar to a slime, the lass gestures towards the cylilike-like object. “With this flexy flexible piece of creation, any decline in bodily movement won't matter!”
Decline? She could still move, with ease no less. “...” But her pissy face was just making the poor thing look down, as though they had done something wrong. “Suppose- Suppose giving it a test won't matter much.”
“Really?”
“ONLY a test, nothing more. I can move just fine.”
Yeah, she could. Though the magic was a bit taxing these days and her tailor was a bit fussy over her quickly changing sizes, she could still move just as, if not FASTER than any of those shortstacks surrounding her, even if she was bound to simply moon waddling. She grabs hold of the tubing with her sausage like fingers, looking into it. Looks… simple enough. It was a one way traversing device for liquids and she could imagine what they had at the end of whatever line was leading right into the kitchen, one she'd have to check soon enough. She lifts the tubing, above the two chins, staying just between two sagging cheek muscles, plopping it on her tongue and closing-
And feeling as something sucks her maw close. She doesn't panic. These candy folk were nothing short of kind, generous in their helpings, so what did it matter that they wished to make the process of feeding her automatic? After all, she taught them the ways of machinery. Even in this world, magic and machines have a place, even if they're entirely made of sloppily fixed up gel. So… she simply allowed the influx of chocolate to overflow and force- No, take it in for the moment being as she continued her duties, taking in the news from her security detail about outside factors and some madness about someone accident regarding fire magic, as if that was anything to tell a story about.
The crackling of fire and the cracking of stone she could hear in the background was more interesting than whatever these smallfolk had gone out of their way to blubbering about. Always the same problems, always the same solutions. She could never quite figure out their intelligence. Always seem to… roll in and out, like dice. It was a guess on what day someone would receive a brain cell and today? It felt like none of these guys and gals had gotten it.
Typical. She expected more out of them, more to receive in regards to study, more as the queen of these subjects she now holds up on her squiggly backside, but Belladonna is finding little to nothing as a reason to keep up to giving when they could barely do so back. Her belly though… inflated, with enough chocolate guzzled down to make it into a flabtastic beach ball she could juggle around for entertainment purposes, breast overlapping the things and beginning to cover her view. She didn't mind it. All this food, all this extra cushioning she was padding on top of herself as the months went on. Like her people, it did nothing. Like the Kobolds, it was barely doing much for her as time went on. Magic was her blood, magic was her soil, where she planted all the seeds necessary to become grand in her sorcery. Yet, as she tries to lift herself from this throne they had built for her-
She finds that it is a tad difficult. “Mmm?!” she can't find herself to lift, arms feeling like they actually had some heft to the monstrous flap she had been building up, the belly actually beginning on its journey to having her feel some sort of fullness. Luckily she wasn’t adorned in any clothes thanks to having to constantly have such meager things outfitted on such royal givings such as herself, though even ignoring that factor wasn’t leaving her with much room to spare; forced to share room with as what little weight she had garnished into her bod began it’s, albeit insignificant, torturous reign. It wasn't the belly that was keeping her down though- Those thighs, the ones she thought to ignore as well as she did to the crackling of ‘stone’. It was wedged, the perfect slice of mold in the cylinder that was a block of gouda cheese and like mold, was growing. It was becoming much for the block to handle, uncomfortably so, as edges of her purple fluff began to slip over on top when it couldn't fill the already cracking gaps of candy cane throne she was now attempting to figure out an escape plan from.
She didn't need to make one though. Her bundling pile of growing meat did the work for her, ass becoming enough of a crowbar to her thundering created up thighs that with one small movement and the buildup of some sweat from the slight panic, the sound a plop was the first thing she noticed, right before her body slammed into the flooring. With this newfound movement and having the space to finally reach for the damn thing, she tugs at it- And tugs at it and tugs at it-
And pulls it out. “God- DAuuuurpMN IT!” Was all she could mutter, the belch nearly taking her out of the ballpark. She taps on herself, gravitational pull allowing her to stand. “My- legs-”
It was impossible. Her magic was great, beyond what any mortal could come close to. There was no way she was heavy, not even close- “SERVANTS, TO ME!” And she wouldn't have it any other way. She snaps her fingers, magic creeping around her body, lifting her up enough for her legs to have some room, but not enough that her ass wasn't dragging the jello carpet with her nor the aching slab of belly fat about to force her to crash into the threateningly close to collapsing floor plan she had made them replace. Calling to her people, she is met with twenty different candidates for assistance in an endeavor. “Lift the flap!”
“Uh-”
“Did I ask?”
They would be assisting her in the escape back to her world. She- She may be currently lacking in any way to solve the fat, but her magic was enough to lift her up, until she deemed it necessary to stop such gravitational uplift. It was just all this palpable bedding she had acquired, which she had forced upon her by these creatures! Yes, yes, that was the reason. They came up from underneath and began their attempt. They failed, miserably, as ten wasn't enough, now having been flattened underneath the chocolate filled sphere. She scoffed, snapping her fingers again. “BRING ME MORE!” Belladonna demanded, hissing at the hurrying security team. They came from underneath- And with the hurrying power and hope to help their queen, and about twenty varying individuals on each side to give little to no assistance, she's finally able to walk forward.
Slowly. “FASTER!” She hissed, not understanding why they groaned. Making it to the door took a couple minutes, due to their slow nature; their weakness when it came to bodily movement, as apparent as it was. “Door, open!”
“Queen Belladonna! You won't-”
“Did. I. Ask. For. Such. Heckling?”
“No Ma'am!”
“Then do as you're told!”
The chocolate covered double sided portcullis were pulled open. There was another issue-
She couldn't fit through. Her hips don't lie, nor did her ass as it was collected by the hinges keeping anyone from simply tearing it away and much like the chair she had been given, didn't do well as for… well, shoving her inwards.“You.” She points- No, more like burps in the general direction of another moron of her choosing. “Break it.”
“But that'd be a waste of resources!”
“Then- Feed it to me!”
They can be worried all they want, they can pause, they can even wait. But when she says for something to happen, it happens. The deconstruction process took some time, having to make sure it didn't fall flat on top of her already stretched skin and take to flattening her against the very floor plan she had redesigned many times over to avoid her footing being lost in some jellified trench. Only bad thing about it was the fact that it didn't matter much when her functionality at the moment was tied to a dozen weak bodied creatures that could barely get a 20 foot door down within the five minutes she thought they needed. As soon as it fell, it was like the situation before, all twenty men unable to hoist what little gut she had protruding as she leaned forward a bit, having groaned before being snuffed out. Her teeth gnawed at the dooring, not giving two shots about the odd forcibly push from underneath her back and front, focusing entirely on covering her teeth in as much chocolate as the doors would provide her-
And as much as her Kobolds could once she couldn't reach. “FEED, NOW!” She managed to belch out. Her arms couldn't reach as far as they used to, the billowing that was causing her cheeks to now slip and sag over the cheeks, maw covered in sugary goodness she knew damn well she wouldn't be able to acquire anywhere else. Of course, she finishes the enormous piece of edible furniture in what seemed like seconds, ending up profusely red by the tip of her navel.
And she paid no mind to It. She snaps her fingers. “PULL!” And pull they did, dozens of servants coming out of rooms she didn't even know existed, adding to the list of servants that would not so much as help her, but provide what tiny bit of assistance they could as she made her way to the portal. “I said PULL!”
“We're trying!”
“N-not enough evidently!”
They weren't even pushing from behind! “GIVE MY TUSH A PUSH!” She yelled, having already given up on these baboons and their lackluster strength! “I SAID PUSH!”
“PUSH MEN, P U S H!”
She was stuck, body not even coming close to a jiggle despite the triple, quadruple, sextuple stacking flab on her sizes, thrusted into the twenty feet of doorway, yet found no space to actually fit. “Hey- HEY!” At least until these funny creatures had other ideas. Bits butter helped- No, assisted in her escape as they finally got some ground, moving her forward. “Wait, WAIT, STOP!-”
“Finally! We got our queen through!”
“Yeah… Wait.”
“Where'd she- Oh.”
Where she went didn't matter so much as how fast she was going. The funny thing about this castle she resided within was two things: One, it was made almost entirely out of jello, with some exceptions to the floor plan as to avoid any accidents regarding heavy objects they might find rolling around and two? Steep stairs, very steep stairs. She was unable to control The path, gravity becoming useless thanks to the power of inertia and kinetic energy, disallowing her to take advantage of such magics in the first place. She bounced, like a massive boulder, her body unable to control itself as it jumps into the air-
Landing directly on some poor guy's home. And then another, then another, then a group of Kobolds, barely able to issue an apology without air wishing to escape her throat and into the open air where she flew- Before landing straight into the river bank.
Where chocolate flowed, where she would soon realize her folly. She wasn't stuck, no, absolutely not- But trying to breathe down in this place was impossible, ingesting the liquid sugar rather than breathing any air. She tried to lift herself- Whether due to magical inefficiency or what she was packing, she… was unable to give herself some space, unable to provide a bubble for her head as she would've done otherwise, thanks to her hand movements and mind having been stifled by panic.
And in her heart, racing against time, as her movement was null and her voice clogged, never to reach those above, she thought of one thing.
Was she going to die?
Category Story / Fat Furs
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Gender Female
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