azure/icelandanon misc vore/stuffing/gas/digest/wg/minigt

icelandanon: http://i.imgur.com/8cOHPOL.png
azureangelic: they are delicioucute
icelandanon: good - w-
icelandanon: I hope you enjoy them
icelandanon: And are inspired to write somethin' maybe based off that pudgerabbit - w-
azureangelic: heh
azureangelic: the staff and clothes make me think of silly jrpg shenanigans involving adequate consumption of irritating forced encounters
icelandanon: yes
azureangelic: that or just stocking up way too much for travelling
icelandanon: pffff
icelandanon: Both
icelandanon: Obviously
icelandanon: She's here to cast spells and eat bitches. Sometimes (A lot of times) she runs out of spells and patience.
azureangelic: she made the poor decision to use a final fantasy 1 style limited magic charge system and has to make up for it by being lucky enough to roll the stretchiest race
icelandanon: pfffff - w-
azureangelic: the bunny race is naturally absurdly stretchy to accomodate having twelve babies at once
azureangelic: the dm was unable to find a reason why she couldnt realloctate her body space to gut
icelandanon: perfect
azureangelic: she had to max out her stamina though because otherwise theres no way shed be able to finish all the saving throws for the end-of-day expel mass-cast
icelandanon: obviously
azureangelic: "you feel a sudden enormous shift of hot gas in your already-aching stomach; roll 1d12 to determine how much of the junk in your stomach inventory is expelled in the belch"
icelandanon: you card - w-
azureangelic: she rolls a nat 20 and belches up a metal boot with enough force to decapitate a goblin a few feet away
azureangelic: despite rolling a d12
azureangelic: somehow

icelandanon: How about those stretchy, stretchy rabbit-bellies - w-
azureangelic: always being pushed to furhter and further sizes by the tribulaitons of adventure
icelandanon: Packing on more and more pounds around it with every session
azureangelic: never quite thinking that consuming every living creature to disagree with her probably isnt the most effective long-term strategy, especially with how her sloshing, bouncing midriff forms a deliciously plush spare tire around her midsection and bulges over and out of her clothes, squelching like a thick, heavy water balloon and muffining over her+6 enchanted belt of fabric resilience to more than round out her gluttonous appearance along with her ample thighs and rear
icelandanon: Hey, it's not her fault! It's quick. It's easy. It gives her all the loot because no one's touching what she belches back up.
azureangelic: means she can toddle into bars and get more than her share of the post-dungeon mead and ale because her swollen, gurgling frame takes up three non-barbarians worth of seating space and the other patrons are too busy nervously rubbing her bouncy, still somewhat bubbly gut to notice her uncerimoniously dumping their tankards down her gullet
icelandanon: And the tankards themselves got swallowed too.
azureangelic: she's too used to not paying attention to what shes throwing towards her maw
azureangelic: she'll just give them back once they come back out of her blubby frame
icelandanon: If they ever make it back out. That's a gut that's digested dragons.
azureangelic: its bad enough dealing with how hot her gas gets when shes chomping on cultists, actual magical creatures are usually enough to let her clear entire tombs full of undead with her heartburn and indigestion if the size of her writhing, pleasuably aching stomach didn't already
icelandanon: What she doesn't know is that you are what you eat is a bit truer for her than others. Devouring all that magic is having some odd effects on her digestive tract...
azureangelic: it would explain why she never seems to have much trouble putting away most of the party's nightly meals by herself
azureangelic: and for that matter why they keep losing the cookware
icelandanon: But hey. She's not paid to give a fuck about her ever-growing...everything
azureangelic: if anything it just makes it easier to break into ancient ruins and profit from the contents
icelandanon: She is happy that as a mage she has no armor to outgrow and replace
azureangelic: then again the last time they went gravediving things got a bit messy when she had the brilliant idea of applying her beat-and-eat combat strategy to the resident lich dragon
azureangelic: if the residual flavor wasnt enough motivation to avoid consuming century-old reanimated monsters there's also the fact that she spent the entire trek back to the surface with her angrily groaning and bubbling belly sagging over her hands and thighs as she clutched in it both hands and occasionally paused to lift one chunky leg and force out a veritable lingering miasma of fumes from the rear end of her overcompensating digestive tract, dense stench gagging her comerades until they wisely decided to put her in the back row and let her stink up the corridors after they had already passed through
icelandanon: Eh, live and learn
icelandanon: gulp and churn - w-
azureangelic: at least she was full enough to politely decline her enormous portion of the post-dungeon feast through a balled fist and chunky, toxic belch
icelandanon: Full enough? Her?
icelandanon: Maybe for five minutes around food
icelandanon: There's always room for more if you work hard enough
azureangelic: true
azureangelic: five minutes of headstart before she starts successfully trying to cram her allies meals into her belly, even as said belly churned and blorped and overflowed not only her thin robes but the table in front of her
icelandanon: Her allies should just be glad they weren't crammed in too
azureangelic: if the quest rewards didnt scale off party size and she wasnt such a squishy mage in more ways than one they would have been reduced to belly fat and regugitated loot quite some time ago
azureangelic: but thats what public group searches are for :U
icelandanon: Oh of course
azureangelic: the quest givers are always confused and concerned when she toddles off with three other powerful warriors to the nearest evil cultist hideout and comes back nude with her already round and enormous belly practically dragging her down and churning messily and the far-too-satisfied mage caryring naught but her torn robes, the obligatory ancient artifact, three warriors worth of equipment and a rather lewdly aroused demeanor
icelandanon: But to be honest, it's not obvious that she hasn't actually reached maximum capacity yet.
icelandanon: There's always been room for more. Only thing that stopped her was being able to reach more.
azureangelic: see: the non-undead dragon incident
icelandanon: See: Her first going from thin, lithe, "beautiful" rabbit to the tub of arcane gluttony she is now
azureangelic: tub is a pretty apt term, considering when she's running on empty she essentially a round blob of dough with thunder thighs and the ability to nonliterally spew elemental magic everywhere
icelandanon: Empty? When is she ever? Oh, you mean on magic
azureangelic: pfft
azureangelic: considering the sorts of things she eats it probably isnt possible for her to be really out of food
azureangelic: some things just taste better than others
icelandanon: Mhm
icelandanon: And go down more easily
azureangelic: and have a more pronounced effect on her physique
icelandanon: She just keeps getting bigger...
azureangelic: wider and rounder
azureangelic: and hungrier
azureangelic: i kind of like the idea of her deliberately keeping track of exactly how huge shes getting :v
azureangelic: just sort of occasionally measuring her circumference and bragging about it in pubs and flaunting her girth

icelandanon: http://i.imgur.com/68dz8Wp.png
azureangelic: cute
azureangelic: dat overhang~
icelandanon: dat gluttony - w-
azureangelic: can see her barging into a farmers field and forcing entire cows down her gullet with mild challenge
azureangelic: filling up more and more until her doughy overhanging belly is a taut, bulging, visibly churning and squelching bulging mass of weight and gluttony
icelandanon: uh yes
icelandanon: yes pls
azureangelic: excellent
azureangelic: i will resume thinking about the hugely overstuffed achingly tight bulge-filled belly of the voracious dragonlady, spreading her thighs to make more room for her expanding beef-filled stomach and managing to suck down yet another comically fat cow with a wet slurping pop and a low gutteral belch, fingers caressing the kicking, wriggling lumps in her belly's once-squishy surface and giving a series of shorter hiccupy burps, each accompanied by a whimpering sigh of relief from having the extra pressure relieved from the distended boulder of overfed paunch filling her lap
icelandanon: ; w;
azureangelic: lounging in the emptier pasture as an irate farmer come sup to berate her only to be grabbed by one lazy clawed hand and dragged to her wet maw, the glutted dragoness moaning around his burly troat-stretching form as her adamantine-tough muscles force him into her slimy gullet and towards the pitch-black overfilled pit of her gut, claws tracing the bulge he makes as she slowly works him downwards until he vanishes into the swell of her stomach and the sensation of his mass crammed into her tummy and straining against the uppermost curve of her arousingly yet painfully bloated midriff caues her to pant and belch without restraint
icelandanon: eventually digested cows would begin sluiciing into her intestines - w-
azureangelic: her lower belly taut and wetly sloshing as the mostly-liquified farmyard animals are forced downwards, every straining bulge felt throughout her entire sensitive tummy and only goading her into refilling her slowly-emptying stomach with whatever living creatures wandered within arm's reach, sheep and pigs and horses vanishing between her lips and occasionally resurfacing as broken bones messily burped up by the gurgling girl, her hands groping and kneading her tubby body whenever they werent feeding her insatiable stomach or applying pressure to the wiggling inhabitants to quell their struggling and relieve the strain on her taut skin; eventually her mild gassiness would begin to spill over to her lower half as the inconsistent mass of ex-cow came closer to exiting her titanic body and she found herself struggling to move into a more suitable position with such an enormously distended and misshapen stomach in the way
icelandanon: - w-