Dungeons and Donuts

story by mairari

major kinks: fat fur, gaining, force feeding, belly worship, near immobility
minor kinks: squashing, teasing, mild sex/nudity, mild vore, intox

The game began every Saturday at 8pm, so all of the players had a full Sunday to recover. The DM was a timber wolf of middle years, of average height and muscular build, with grey fur and mischievous, amber eyes. He was at the table from early afternoon onward working on the campaign. He was proud of his storytelling, and invariably prepared for any possible scenario that the group might get themselves into.

The players trickled in slowly, but they all knew better than to be late. Four of the five players lived in the DM’s house with him, and Jasper was the first one to arrive.

His room was on the second floor of the house, the only player to live upstairs with the DM. His heavy footfalls made each stair creak and groan as he slowly descended. Though he was wearing a T-shirt and mesh shorts, two inches of his white belly spilled out of the bottom and sloshed with every step he took. He was a skunk as wide as the staircase itself, and his love handles slid along the wall or the railing as he carefully placed one chubby footpaw in front of the other. His plush tail swayed along with his very wide ass behind him. More than anyone else in the house, he was enviably well-proportioned. His butt was heavy and round, his belly soft and pillowy, his thighs thick and chunky.

The skunk sat down at the table with a heavy sigh of relief. “I’m going to have to take a downstairs room soon,” he chuckled. He was the most teasing and playful of the players, and his character was a snarky rogue that caused as many problems as he solved. He filled out the character sheet with updated stats from the previous week, crossing out 542 and writing 545.

“Yes,” the DM said, without looking up from behind his screen. “You will.”

Winter and Ash came next. They were both on first floor rooms out of necessity - Winter because he could no longer lug his weight up any amount of stairs, Ash because his hips were too wide to even fit.

Winter was the largest player in the group: a titanic polar bear that was on the very edge of mobility. He was jaw-droppingly obese. The bear’s belly cascaded heavily down past his thighs, greatly hampering any movement. Each step he took was a monumental struggle as his fat-dimpled knees forced several hundred pounds of soft, heavy, spilling bellyfat forward. The vast majority of his weight was in his belly. Two massive love handles poured like liquid into a five foot long curve, making his deep, slit-like navel endlessly wobble from side-to-side. Fat rippled through the surface of his lard like waves through a pond. One of his chubby paws was on the wall to help keep his balance, and the other was around Ash.

Ash was a red kangaroo just a little larger than Jasper, who carried so much of their weight around their middle that they seemed almost comically round. Ash’s arms were relatively thin for his size and their chest was soft and plush, in stark comparison to Winter’s thick and wobbling chestrolls. Beneath that, however, the roo’s shape ballooned. Even thought the bear seriously outweighed them, Ash was the widest of the group. Their hips could not fit in any chair, and their round, pendulous belly bounced much more than it spilled. Their low center of gravity was only enhanced by the thick, fat tail that dragged behind them, and all of this meant they had more significantly more stability than might be expected at their size. Stamina, not balance, was the roo’s limiting factor, as evidenced by the the sweat pouring down their face as they tried to help keep Winter upright. They were good friends, and Ash’s serious demeanor was well-contrasted by the bear’s spontaneity and hedonism. They played a paladin and a barbarian, respectively.

Ash squeezed into the loveseat that barely fit his hips and updated his player sheet from 588 and 589. Winter slowly lowered his bulk into his custom, reinforced gaming chair and adjusted his spilling bellyfat until he was comfortable. He leaned forward to the table, navel swaying mere inches from the ground, and crossed out 868 to replace it with 875.

It was only 7:30, but for those with limited mobility, it was better to be early than to risk being issue. Fifteen minutes passed as the players caught their breath and chatted idly. Eventually the front door opened, and the newest player to the group entered.

Autumn was a white-tailed deer, the smallest of the group by some margin. His T-shirt hugged the curve of his pot-belly so tightly that his recent weight-gain was clear to all. Even the shadow of his navel was visible beneath the skin-tight fabric. His chest and arms had softened recently, though it was clear that most of his new weight had gone to his belly. The others greeted him warmly - though Autumn lived on his own, he was over several times a week to visit and in just a few months had fit settled nicely into their party. He took a seat next to Jasper, trying to stifle a blush as he brushed up against the skunk’s soft, heavy sides. He played a cleric.

He updated his sheet from 234 to 238, and the skunk gave the deer’s tummy a playful squeeze. “You gained more than me this week! You’re gonna be outdoing us all soon, tubby.”

Autumn turned bright red and Ash shook their head. “You like teasing him too much, Jasper.”

“Aw, he doesn’t mind, does he? Gotta get used to it if he’s ever going to move in with us. He’ll have to deal with me full-time then.”

The deer grinned roguishly through his blush. “Well, only if you can still heft your fat butt out of bed by then, right?” He poked the skunk’s side playfully, which made Ash snort and Jasper laugh. “It’ll be tough to poke my belly once you’re too fat to lift your arms anymore.”

“Ha!” Jasper grinned wide. “You’re right about that!”

There were only a few minutes left when the nearest door creaked open and Nico squeezed out. The mouse had been part of the DM’s group the longest and, while Winter had outpaced him in gains, he wasn’t far behind. He was also the most dedicated gamer of all of them, somehow still managing to find nerdy attire even in his ridiculous sizes. He was somewhat short, maybe 5’4”, and so wide that he could barely fit out of his own door. It didn’t seem like there was an ounce of muscle on the mouse, and his wobbling, spherical body moved like liquid. He carried his weight all over. While he looked somewhat round while dressed, every part of his body was overloaded with spilling lard. Upper arms so fat that they spilled down onto his tits when he lifted then, a double chin like a tire around his neck, three separate sets of undertit rolls down his sides, a belly with a massive crease down the middle from where he wore his sweatpants, a fatpad so big it strained the crotch of his shorts, thighrolls so heavy they spilled down his knees. He played a wizard, the group’s real spellcaster.

Nico adjusted the glasses on his face and carried a stack of papers over to the table, panting by the time he planted his rump down . He was awkward and shy with most people, but this was his party. They were in this together. Winter mussed up his headfur a bit, and Nico gave him a buck-toothed grin. “Just under the wire, pipsqueak.”

“I know! Sorry!” He grabbed his paper and updated his own stats, erasing 695 and writing 698 in its place. He giggled in the nervous way he did when he was excited. “Wow. Next week it’s probably going to begin with a 7.”

The DM stopped scribbling for a moment and gave Nico a little grin. “If you roll really well tonight, maybe it won’t even take ‘til tomorrow.”

The wolf stretched in his seat. His physique was in stark contrast to those surrounding him: there was nothing but lean muscle and graceful agility underneath his soft fur. For six days a week, he was the relentless, aggressive feeder in a pack of mutually-supportive, no-limit gainers, each eagerly helping each other reach new heights with their gains. Tonight, they were his players. “Everyone’s here on time, great. Let’s start the game.”

“We left off after the fight with the enchanter, Glarb. You still have the gold you looted from his encampment. In addition to the map you found, Nico was able to take a spellbook and Autumn was able to take an unidentified staff. You were able to make it back to the nearest town and secure rooms in an inn to take your long rest, so none of you take any penalties for sleeping on the ground at your size.

“You wake up the next morning refreshed and hungry. Autumn, you were still under the dead enchanter’s spell at the end of last week. While under her spell, eating anything but fast food would have intense consequences.”

The wolf grinned.“I checked your your gainer feed this week, and you posted plenty of photos of yourself stuffing down two meals a day from McDonald’s. This satisfies the curse.”

“Oof, good.” The deer gave his belly a pat. “As much as I like junk food, I was missing at least a little variety..”

Jasper grinned. “I don’t know, I think that a lack of variety suits you. The way it spills over your waistband is cute.”

The DM continued on. “Winter, you’re still carrying the Greatsword of Growth - if you’ve gained less than three pounds this week, you take damage, more than four pounds, you get healing spells. You’ve actually gained seven pounds this week, which is insane even by your standards. Did you stop eating even for a minute this week? Or is your body just actively trying to fatten you up to immobility by melting every calorie you devour into lard”

The polar bear laughed, making his belly shake. “A little of both. I mean, does it look like I ever stop eating?”

“It really doesn’t. Your sword can cast up to three Cure Wounds today.”

Winter leaned back with a grin. “You can all thank me later. It wasn’t easy finishing all that ice cream, you know.”

“Oh yeah,” said Ash, rolling their eyes. “You were really sacrificing a lot when you begged me to pour a half gallon of melted chocolate down your throat so you wouldn’t have to feed yourself.”

“That’s what I’m saying!”

The wolf put down his notes. “I think that’s it. Nico and I had a discussion last Monday and he’s fulfilled some side quests I set for him - that’s where all of the butter went - but we’ll see if it comes up. What do you want to do?”

Autumn shrugged. “Well, read the letter, I guess."

Glarb -

I have lured the adventurers toward you. They are unexpectedly formidable for ones that do not see the truth. Still, I am sure that you can dispatch them. If you capture them, bring them to me, if you kill them, keep them for yourself. They are the only ones who can interrupt my plans. I trust you to complete this task. When it is done, meet me at Emberheart Keep, and I shall bestow upon you that which was promised.

P.S. The barbarian has already eaten himself nearly too big to move. Start with him.

~ Y

Winter scoffed. “Nearly too big to move! I’ve got plenty of move left in me!”

“Yeah,” snickered the skunk. “As long as you’ve got Ash to lean on. You’re gonna need a wheelbarrow for that belly soon.”

“A wheelbarrow is actually not a bad idea, Jasper. Save my back the strain.” Winter raised an eyebrow. “And you’re not exactly too far behind me, chubs. Barely waddling yourself down those stairs lately.”

Nico coughed. “Clearly, we need to find out who this ‘Y’ is. We can ask around the inn, see if anyone knows where Emberheart Keep is.”

“Always here to keep us on track.” Ash nodded. “Yes, let’s ask around.”

There are only a few people in the inn at this time of day, and none of them has heard of Emberheart. Even the innkeep is of no help. You ask about Y, but it means nothing to anyone.

“Useless townsfolk. Always.”

“Ooh!” Autumn jumped in. “I’ve got that map! Maybe we can find it on there.”

You spread the map on one of the tables and start looking for Emberheart Keep. As you search, a raven lands on a nearby chair. In a screeching voice, it tells you that for a price, it has information you may be interested in.

“Catch it!” shouted Winter.

You reach out for the bird, but are far, far too slow to catch it. By the time you lift your fat arms into the air, it has already taken flight and your pudgy paws just grasp helplessly at nothing. It caws from the windowsill. “Follow me, adventurers,” it says, before soaring out of the window. “Or don’t.”

“So, I guess we follow it?” Nico suggested. “Is there any reason not to?

In slow succession, you each waddle outside. Winter is the last to make it out the door, and all of you take a moment to rest before heading on. The raven circles overhead for a minute, then perches on a nearby tree. “By Lumra, you lot are slow. How do you adventure when you can barely squeeze your fat asses through doors? Are you coming or not?”

“Cheeky bird,” said Nico. “Yes, we’re coming, we’re coming.”

Jasper stuck out his tongue. “Speak for yourself. I’m of more of a mind to eat it right now, instead. Fried crow doesn’t sound too bad.”

The raven circles above slowly as you amble down the dirt road that makes up this village. You pass a blacksmith, a tavern, a pastry shop, a..

Winter’s eyes went wide. “Ooh, pastry! Let’s get some!”

You stop at the pastry shop and squeeze in, one by one. The shopkeep looks terrified at your combined size and the enthusiasm with which you demand dessert. After doubling his weekly profits in a single purchase, you head back onto the street, treats in hand.

The DM placed a pink box on the table “All right. Roll for hunger and take that many donuts.”

They each grabbed their particular dice. Autumn had a 1d4, Ash and Jasper had 1d6, Nico a 1d8, and Winter a 1d10. The dice was tied directly to their weight, and graduating up to a larger die was proof of how fat its controller was becoming.

Nico was the only one high rolled, though everyone got more than a couple donuts. The overfed mouse giggled a little as he grabbed eight chocolate frosting, his tits wobbling like jello with every little movement. “Maybe DM’s right. 700 doesn’t seem too far off.”

The wolf looked up from behind his screen with hungry eyes, but said nothing. They began to munch on their donuts.

As a group, you continue to waddle down the lane, following the raven as it slowly circles above you. It perches occasionally to caw out a couple insults. Several colorful ones focus on how irresponsible it is for adventurers of your size to be stuffing down fattening pastry. Eventually, you turn down an alley and find yourself at the witch’s cottage. The raven guides you inside.

The witch watches as you each struggle up a few stairs and enter. Even if you weren’t impossible to miss, the way that your weight makes the floorboards shake and the windows rattle would announce your presence. She glares at you. “It seems that Gael was not exaggerating: you are the fattest adventurers I’ve ever seen. Let’s hope that speaks to your success in dungeons, and not indolence.” She shrugs. “Still, what does it matter to me? My familiar overheard you speaking. I know whither you will go.”

Ash spoke with a mouthful of donut. “What’s the catch?”

She shakes her head. “There is no ‘catch’, paladin. Just a trade. Something particularly suited for the lot of you.”

She motions to the bubbling cauldron behind her. “I am developing a new potion, but I’m unsure as whether it will do as intended. I need one of you to be my test subject. Finish a bottle of it and let me see how it affects you. One of you is enough. Which will it be?”

“What do you guys think?” Nico asked, looking around. “We can try to find the information another way, but this doesn’t sound so bad. Does anyone want to do it?”

Ash gave their belly a good, firm pat “I’m not about to drink some unholy concoction. This body is a temple.”

Jasper rolled his eyes. “Give me the potion, I’ll drink it right now.” The skunk still had strawberry frosting on his lips. “I’m plenty hungry anyway.”

The witch ladles a couple of cups of thick, dark liquid into a glass and passes it. “Drink deeply, and don’t stop until it’s gone.”

The DM pulled out a thermos labeled ‘Witch’s Brew’ and hands it to the fat skunk. He sniffs it hesitantly, “It smells like chocolate. How bad can it be?”

Jasper tips the bottle to his muzzle and drinks slowly and without pause, as instructed. When it’s all gone, he lets out a low moan of disgust. “Ooh god, that was as thick as cement. How much weight gain powder did you PUT in that?”

The others laughed, and Jasper handed the thermos back. “It wasn’t that bad, really. Though there was some kind of odd taste to it, probably because it was like 8,000 calories.”

The witch watches as you’re bathed in a faint glow. There are no signs of spontaneous combustion, so she nods sagely. “Yes, I think it’s worked. You should feel stronger now, though there may be some unanticipated side effects.”

The DM continued. “You feel the positive effects immediately. Your HP temporarily rises by 15.”

“Hey, that’s pretty good! Pretty strongly implies there’ll be some negative effects, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” Jasper belches low and loud. “Now let’s go, bitch! Tell me where we’re going!”

She glares at the skunk, murder in her eyes. “Speak to me like that again, you ruinous tub of lard, and I will permanently turn you into the overfed hog you so clearly desire to be.”

She composes herself. “Emberheart Keep is a half day’s ride northeast. Travel through Willow Forest and take the left fork after you pass the stream. The trees will thicken and you will find yourself in a canyon with dark, wooded sides. Beware of highwaymen. Emberheart Keep will be soon after. It is on the shore of a treacherously beautiful lake. It is nearly in ruin, as both the lake and the forest fight to undo what man has wrought and return the place to nature.”

She pauses. “I would not rest there too long. The spot on which the keep is built is a powerful locus of green magic. Like nature, it is amoral, disinterested, and loyal to none, and these traits creep into its residents.” She makes a ritualistic motion with her hands, as if warding off evil. “That is all I have to say. Hopefully it suffices. Either way, leave me.”

Winter matches Jasper’s belch with a thunderous one of his own. “What do you think? Anything else to ask her?”

Autumn shook his head. “I mean those are pretty good directions. I think I’m good. Anyone else?”

“Could always tie her up and rob the place,” suggested Jasper. “She is pretty rude, and there’s probably plenty of gold here. Or at least some more potions I could pour down one of your throats instead.”

Ash growled. “Every time we play, you try to murder everyone that helps us and steal their gold. Keep talking, and I’m going to be the one that’s pouring shake down YOUR throat until you can’t cause any more mischief!”

The skunk leaned over to the kangaroo until their bellies were squished against each other. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, big roo.” He belched again as the chocolate mix gurgled in his stomach.

Ash’s face turned a little red. “Shut up, tubby.”

Nico cleared his throat. “I think we should just get on the road.”

You saddle up your overworked horses and let them pull you through the forest. The steel-reinforced carriage can barely hold your combined weight, and it shakes and jostles precariously with every bump in the road. Your fat jostles against each other wildly, more than a ton of blubber sloshing and bouncing around within its cramped interior. Love handles pressed to love handles, assfat spilling over the benches, tits bouncing against double chins. The smallest among you, Autumn, gets bounced wildly around and lost in the shuffle.

”Roll a 1d6 Autumn. 5 or 6 is a save.” He rolled a 3.

The carriage turns round a particular bend sharply and all of that weight goes shifting to one side. Thighs are squeezed so tight to each other that there’s no telling where one adventurer’s chub begins and another one’s ends. Amid all of the arguing and teasing, Autumn ends up smothered underneath Ash. The deer’s shouts, muffled by a face full of backfat, go unnoticed.

“Autumn, go over to Ash’s loveseat and get comfy. Ash, sit your fat ass on him and stay there until someone realizes he’s missing.”

Nervously, the deer got up and moved. The roo’s titanic hips were their most intimidating trait, and Autumn couldn’t get his arms halfway around Ash’s enormous butt. He sat down gently and found himself face-to-face with wobbling roo cheeks, each twice as wide as he was, and an enormously fat tail, about to get smothered by someone more than double his weight.

Ash tried to be gentle about lowering their weight onto Autumn, but it wasn’t any use. They could feel Autumn whimper and wriggle against the sheer weight of his ass. The roo felt the deer’s body slip slightly in between their cheeks as his arms squeezed what they could reach of their hips. Their face turned red again. “He’s.. he's really wedged in there.”

“Lucky little slut. I bet he’s enjoying it.” Jasper grinned. “Huh, Ash? Can you feel how much he’s enjoying being turned into a pancake by your huge butt?”

The roo turned even more red. “Shut up, Jasper!”

The fat skunk giggled loudly. “Sorry, sorry. Feeling kind of weird.”

The DM smirked. “Ah, I guess it’s starting to hit you, huh? -1 int.”

“Oh fuck, I’m high aren’t I?” Jasper giggled again. “I feel kind of high. That stupid shake!”

“200mg THC, tubby. You can’t just drink weird potions and except to come out unscathed.” From under the table, the DM lifted his footpaw and pressed it lightly into Jasper’s bellyspill. “As it kicks in more and more, we’ll drop your intelligence further. But for now, Autumn is trapped under Ash and you’re all too busy arguing with each other and fighting for space to even notice.”

The road is windy and the trees grow more dense the deeper you travel. You pass few other travelers. After some time, you make it to the river crossing without incident.

He rolled a die, then stood up and stepped behind Ash.

The chatting and bickering continues, and still none of you have noticed that Autumn is missing. The road gets bumpier as your carriage moves down a less-traveled path.

He stepped into the place behind the nearly-600 pound kangaroo, grabbed two thick pawfuls of their sides and started to wobble all the fat he could get his paws around. Autumn’s whines turned to whimpers as his body was tossed and bounced around, body pinned under an avalanche of roobutt and a tail wider than he was. The fat moves fluidly around Ash’s body as the DM’s experienced claws sink deep into their plush side and shake. This goes on for a full minute, with Autumn whimpering and wriggling the entire time.

Still looking a little embarrassed, the kangaroo couldn’t help but grin afterward. “Heh. Well, if he wasn’t trapped before, he definitely is now.”

Winter gave Ash’s belly a pat. “Always nice to get a reminder how *big* we’ve gotten, huh?”

“Really, really nice.” They wriggled their hips again, making their body bounce heavily and triggering another whimpering plea from the buried deer.

The skunk bit his lip. “So hot. If I could still reach, you guys..”

More time passes. The forest grows even darker as hills slope upward on either side of the road, blotting out the sun. You have not seen another traveler in some time.

“Hey!” Nico interrupted. “Let’s be on the lookout for those robbers! Go nice and slow.”

“Alright. Make a perception check.”

The horses slow to a walk and your carriage idly bumps along. You keep watch out front and it isn’t long before you notice some movement in the trees and the glint of steel. You are deep in the forest now. The road only goes forward and back. The sides of the gully are too steep for someone of your weight to climb.

“Shit,” said Jasper. “What should we do?”

“We can fight, I guess, but who knows how many there are, and there’s not going to be a great place to rest between here and the keep.”

“I don’t think we can sneak around them, they’ve definitely seen us.”

Nico hmm’d. “I have an idea, maybe. Back me up guys, and be ready to fight if it fails.”

They agreed. “We stop the carriage, and I call out to their leader to come forward. Maybe we can prevent bloodshed.”

The group of you exit the carriage slowly, inadvertently freeing Autumn in the process.

“Ash, you can get up now. And Autumn, you can go back to your seat, if you’re not flat as a pancake.”

The woozy deer stumbled back to his chair. “That was.. oof. I think I’m gonna smell like roo for a while..”

The DM chuckled. “Good. It’s only a matter of time before you’ve got an extra 580 pounds weighing you down, better get used to it. But for now, if this turns into a fight, you’re at disadvantage.

Your paws go to your weapons, though you do not draw them. You remain on alert waiting to see what the bandits do. Eventually, their captain saunters down the hill and toward your group with a smirk on his handsome face. He’s a slender weasel, wearing a crimson cloak and carrying a rapier. He may be small in stature, but he’s clearly big in personality. “It’s not often that we’re spotted,” he says, exceedingly sure of himself. “I must commend you on looking up from your lunch long enough to find us.”

His smirk only grows wider, sure he has the upper hand here. “The only way you are going to avoid bloodshed is by handing over every bit of treasure you’ve got. If you do, well - we’d be happy to let you go. I don’t want to spend all evening washing pork grease off of my sword.”

Winter growled. “Cocky little bastard, isn’t he. I say we fight ‘em, show em who’s boss! Thinks just because he’s a little thinner than us, he can beat us without a problem? Pin him down, I’ll sit on his mouthy face until he chokes on fat bear ass.”

Ash grinned. “I’m not against that either. Flatten as many of them as we can, slaughter the rest?”

“No, I’ve got a much better idea. Ask him to come a little closer, surely we can come to some kind of arrangement.”

The captain takes a few steps forward, clearly confident he could overpower any of you. “An arrangement? The villages nearby are barely able to feed themselves. Its peasants toil day and night tilling the soil just to get by. While you, the fattest travelers I have seen in my life, wobble around with your riches, eat yourselves even bigger and fatter? I think not. You could stand to lose a few pounds, one way or another.”

He draws his rapier in the flash of an eye and points it at nico’s stomach. “ I can slice off one of those juicy fat rolls of yours, or you can spend a few days in hunger and poverty like the rest of us. What say you?”

You can hear swords being sharpened on all sides. There are at least a dozen of them in the hills.

“Nico..”

The mouse pushes his glasses up closer to his face. “I want to cast Charm Person on him. Make him appreciate us fatties instead of villainizing us.”

“Alright, let’s see how it goes. He gets to make a wisdom saving throw.” The DM rolled the die: a 1. Critical failure.

Nico casts the spell and its effect is immediate. The captain shakes his head a few times as his mind is not-so-subtly altered. “What.. what’s happening to me?”

“He sees the error of his ways and has decided to let us pass instead.”

“I.. I have?” He blinks slowly and stares at Nico, as if seeing him for the first time. His eyes come back into focus “Let you pass?” He sheathes his sword. “How could I let you pass, lord? You are the most exquisite creature I have ever seen in my life. I would be a fool to let you pass.”

The party’s cheers turned to laughter when they realized what happened, and the mouse got his bellyfat poked teasingly from all side. “Ooh, it looks like your spell worked a little TOO well, Casanova! He liiiiikes you!”

Nico’s face reddened as he glared at the DM. “Humor him for a bit, but tell him we really need to get by - we’re on an adventure.”

The captain signals for his men to halt, then steps right up to the overfed wizard, so close that their bodies touch.

The DM stood, pulled Nico to his unsteady feet, and just barely pressed his abs into the avalanche of Nico’s tummyfat, just as in the narrative.

The weasel’s body is small and tight, in stark comparison to Nico’s soft, quivering rolls. “An adventure? Curious, I’d like to do a little adventuring myself.” He grabs the spellcaster’s overhang with both paws and squeezes his fat reverently, tracing along the stretchmarks and cellulite that has textured the mage’s underbelly.

The wolf moved his paws along with his words, as though he were the bandit captain. The mouse could only quiver as the scene played out.

“I have never seen anyone quite so perfect in my life. You are so big, so soft. I ache to worship your body, lord. To feel its weight on top of me. To press my lips to your navel, or to press a slice of cake to your lips.”

You can feel more than the hilt of his rapier press into your belly, now. “I will allow you to go forward only if you take me with you, lord. Only if you will allow me to be your slave.” The bandit captain bowed his head. “It is impossibly presumptuous, I know, but I simply cannot resist you. I hope you can forgive me.”

Winter chuckled. “Well, I guess we’ve got a new party member!”

“I swear to god,” Ash snickered. “Your boytoy is going to get us in trouble, Nico. I’m calling it right now.”

The mouse’s cheeks were still red, and the DM was still holding onto a thick roll of his blubber. “He’s NOT my boytoy!”

“Well, he certainly seems like he knows his way around a 700 pound mouse.”

Nico’s face was so red. “Sh..should we take him with us then and avoid the fighting? Are you all okay with that?”

Winter laughed. “Yeah, if you’re okay sharing him. My belly could use some worship too.”

Jasper reached his fat paws out toward Winter. “Gimme that bear belly, I’ll show you worship.”

“Fine,” Nico managed to say. “He can come with us, but he is only a servant. Nothing more.”

You agree to his request and the bandits in the woods disperse, unsure of what just happened. “A servant is all I claim to be, lord.” He pulls back his crimson hood. “They call me Cruelclaw, lord. The infamous.”

The wolf mimed the same activity, then got to his knees and pressed his nose in Nico’s deep, heavy navel.

“I am at your service, and all I ask for in return is the chance to worship your belly, lord. To kiss your quivering tits, to nibble at your wobbling thighs, to revere your growing body. Please, grant your servant one more request before we depart - let me feed you? Just a little?”

The wolf remained kneeling, arms wrapped around the fattest part of Nico’s belly, face buried in his navel.

Nico huffed. “J..just one little bite.”

The bandit captain Cruelclaw whispers desperate thanks as he pulls a slice of cake from his satchel. He presses it to the mage’s chubby face, eyes going wide with amazement as Nico’s fat maw opens wide and devours the treat. “To know that I have helped, in some minuscule way, make you even larger.” He shivers. “Rrf. If you let me, I will worship and feed you until you can no longer adventure, and all that is left for both of us is the unbounded pleasure of uncountable tons of helpless, glorious mousefat.”

Nico licked the last of the brownie out of the DM’s paws while the rest of them stared.

The room was quiet for a minute; Autumn whimpered as his paws drifted south, rubbing over his own belly and further south and such an unrestrained display of gluttony and lust.

Nico’s eyes fluttered open again and the DM gave his chocolate-covered maw a good long kiss. “Well? What next?”

Winter coughed. “Uh, well.. I guess we either go on to the keep, or we spend two hours watching Cruelclaw hunt for buried treasure.”

Jasper coughed. “Uhh.. I vote the latter.”

Nico collapsed back on his chair. “No.. no, come on, guys. We’ve got a boss to kill. We move on.”

You get back on the road with the bandit captain in tow. Another hour of traveling takes you to the very edge of the forest. The road turns sharply to the left and, with little warning, the crumbling towers of Emberheart Keep fill your vision. The lake nearby is deep and blue. The distant shore abuts dense forest, though the near shore is open plains.

It is only a short walk away. There is a tiny village in front of the keep, only a few houses with straw roofs, but you can already spot a few peasants working the land.

“It’s a lot prettier than I thought it would be!”Autumn shook his head, trying to distract himself. “It seems like a nice place!”

“Should we just go inside? Ask some of the people what’s going on?”

Jasper giggled. “How about we ask the toyboy.” He paused. “Toyboy? Boytoy.”

The DM raised an eyebrow. “Another -1 int.”

The skunk nodded, his eyes noticeably red now.. “Fair.”

“But it is a good idea. Let’s ask Cruelclaw.”

The weasel, who has spent the remaining portion of the carriage ride with his face buried in Nico’s navel as his lower half bounced around between the other bellies in the narrow cart, comes up for air. He answers honestly. “You can ask them, but be on your guard. It is a strange town. They seem nice enough at first, but I would not trust any of them as far as I could throw them. You would not be the first outsiders to go missing.”

“Well, that’s weird. But the witch did say that the magic changes them.”

“We can ask. Maybe it is better to go around them, right to the keep? If they really are untrustworthy, they might go running to Y - whoever that is - the moment they see us, and then we’ll lose the element of surprise.”

“True. But being untrustworthy goes both ways - maybe we can give them some gold and get them to tell us everything they know about Emberheart?”

“Let’s try one house, quickly. If it’s too suspicious, we can tie them up and make for the Keep ourselves. Is it well guarded?”

As your carriage moves closer to the castle, you spy a half dozen guards patrolling the front and just as many manning the crumbling turrets. They have either not spotted you, which seems unlikely as you are the only carriage in mostly open field, or they are profoundly uninterested in anything that does not present an immediate threat.

The cottage you approach has a straw hut and two mice working the fields. A kind-eyed lady opens the door with smile. “Ah, travelers? How can I help you?”

“See, nice enough! Ask her if she knows anything about the keep. If she says she doesn’t know anything, offer her some gold.”

“Oh, Emberheart? I don’t know much, I’m afraid.” She sounds sincere in her lack of knowledge, but when you offer her gold, she immediately changes her tune. “Well, now, maybe I do know a few things.” She straightens out the hem of her white cotton dress. “What do you wish to know?”

“Um, that’s a good question. Any traps or anything?”

She takes the coin out of your paw. “Plenty, I’d imagine. The old wizard was quite fond of his trap doors and oubliettes. Who knows how many still work, though? And I don’t know the Keep nearly well enough to tell you where they all are.”

“The boss?”

She remains quiet until you dig out two more gold coins. “The lord who has taken up residence there is called Ygra. I would not want to get on his bad side. They say he has an insatiable appetite,” she went on. “Though perhaps that’s something you know about.”

Autumn grinned. “Hey, she might be teasing us about being fat, but at least she’s kind about it. So they’re a little money-hungry, that’s not so bad.”

“I kind of agree,” said Ash. “Maybe she knows a side way in, or at least a way to avoid the guards. Just offer her some more money; we’ll make back whatever we spend tenfold.”

She’s quiet until you take ten coins out of your purse. “I do know a way in, though I don’t know how much help it will be.” She puts an wooden lid on the stew she is cooking. “Follow me, travelers. I’ll try to walk slow.”

The fieldmouse takes you on a short walk toward a well. An iron ladder leads downward. “This well is long since dry. At its bottom, there is a passageway to the dungeons of Emberheart. It used to carry water from the lake, but like everything else here, it has fallen into disrepair.” She pauses.

“You can see the problem, of course. The well is not wide. The little one,” she points toward Autumn, “can certainly fit, but I don’t know about the rest of you.”

“Of course there’s some kind of twist. I guess we should see who could actually fit? Maybe she’s wrong.”

You each try to take the first couple steps down the well; it is only about ten feet to the bottom. Autumn is able to make it easily. Both Ash and Jasper can make it as well, though their love handles scrape along the sides the whole way down. Nico is next, and it seems as though the mouse won’t be able to make it, as both his belly and rump spill over the lip of the well. It is a very tight fit, and all three of you are forced for a while to watch the mouse’s bare fat ass wobble a few feet above you, thighrolls and fatpad quivering with every awkward shimmy and even occasional glimpses of his nearly-buried-in-fat ballsack. Underwear in his size is a luxury, and while a wizard’s robe has its advantages, modesty is not always one of them.

Still, with his servant’s help, he is able to eventually make it to the ground. Winter, more than a hundred pounds fatter than Nico, does not stand a chance. From the moment he steps on the first rung, his belly spills not only over the lip of the well, but waterfalls over its edge toward the ground. He huffs and tugs and tries to shimmy down, but there is no chance he’s able to squeeze through.

The rest of you are at the bottom of the well, and you can see the tunnel leading forward into the darkness. It is just as the peasant woman described.

“Well, that sucks.” Autumn shook his head. “Only Winter can’t fit. What should we do? We can’t leave him.”

Nico sighed. “No, we can’t. I guess we’ll have to take the place head on? Ask the lady if she knows any other entrances.”

More gold exchanges hands. “Only one. There is a rusted gate in the overgrown gardens. The guards do not watch it, but it can only be opened from the inside.” She looked thoughtful. “I suppose some of you could venture into the keep and open it yourselves, and the big one could wait for you there.”

Winter scoffed. “Unfair. Who knew that being this fat would have its disadvantages?” He gave his great, wide belly a pat and set it sloshing.

“It’s up to you, big bear. Take the place head on, or do you want to wait for us?” Ash shrugged. “I think we should be okay either way. And we don’t even know if this lady is telling the truth about another entrance.”

“I say go for it. I’ll wait for you to open the second entrance. Maybe I can get a snack in the meantime.”

You look up at the bear from below. All you can see is his enormous belly from this angle, but you still wave goodbye. The party splits up. Autumn, Nico, Jasper, Ash, and Cruelclaw head underground toward the keep, and Winter follows the peasant lady. She leads you back toward her house. “The garden is on the other side of town. But with all of the gold that you have given me, the least I could do would be to make you a meal as you wait for your friends.”

The DM paused. “The party is now split up. I’ll follow Winter briefly, as you head through the tunnel toward the dungeons of Emberkeep.”

Winter grinned. “Oh yeah. Center of attention! Gimme that home-cooked food!”

You follow her back into her cottage and she offers you a seat. You accept easily, as you’re already exhausted from the short walk. Though the chair creaks ominously, it supports your weight. The peasant woman does not even remark when you adjust your spilling belly between your thighs, but hands you a bowl of thick, hearty stew.

The DM grabbed a bag full of burgers and fries and hands it to Winter, who digs in greedily.

The lady smiles as you eat her meal voraciously. “What an appetite, adventurer. Truly. It is as impressive as Lord Ygra said.”

Jasper whistled. “Oooh shit!”

Winter mumbled through a mouthful of food. “I’m fucked, aren’t I?”

Too late, you realize what has happened. You begin to feel extraordinarily tired, and the last thing that you see before you drift into a deep, dark sleep is the two mouse fieldhands, their bodies rippling with muscle, come in the front door. One is carrying a funnel.

The bear groaned, “I’m gonna feel this tomorrow, I think.”

The DM chuckled. “Back to the rest of the party.”

Unaware of what has happened to Winter, you trudge on. It is pitch black, and Nico is as wide as the entire tunnel. It is quite a walk, and you stop to rest twice. After the second, Cruelclaw offers to carry Nico’s bellyspill on his shoulders to alleviate some of the weight, and the mage agrees. It helps a great deal, and the journey continues with 300 pounds of wobbling bellyfat smothering the weasel’s head and shoulders.

A light appears in the distance. Your delight to see an end to this passage is immediately crushed by the realization that the stone passageway suddenly drops into a pit ahead of you. At its bottom, a slow-moving river rushes through the darkness. A suspension bridge crosses the chasm. It does not look sturdy.

“There’s always something new,” Jasper groaned. “Man, I’m feeling pretty hungry. We got some rations?”

The DM handed him a bag of burgers and fries identical to what Winter just ate, and the fat skunk dove into it, moaning through every bite. “Ughh, it’s so goood.”

“Cross off two rations. What do you guys want to do?”

“I know something about engineering. Can I find out if the bridge will hold us?”

Autumn made the necessary roll. “You’re able to tell it can hold up to 1,000 pounds. It’s so dark you can’t see the other side, and the river it loud enough so that you can’t hear from it, either.”

“Uh, so we can only cross one at a time, I guess?”

“But how are we going to know when we get over to the other side? The next person can’t start walking until then, or the bridge will collapse.”

Ash’s eyes lit up. “Ooh wait, I know this one!! Two of us go at a time, then one comes back. It’s gotta be someone that can go with anyone else though, so I think that means Cruelclaw.”

The weasel shakes his head. “I am sorry, lords, I will not leave Nico’s side. Not for a moment. ”

Ash made a face. “I knew he was going to cause trouble. I guess that means Autumn? Can Autumn go with everyone?”

Nico furrowed his brow. “Umm, Autumn you're what - 240? And I’m the biggest, just under 700. So you and me, that’s under a thousand. 940. That should be fine, right?”

Autumn shook his head. “No, you and Cruelclaw have to go together. I don’t know how much he weighs, but even if it’s 100 pounds even - that’s too much.”

The mouse pursed his lips. “That’s right. Hmm.” They all sat around and thought a moment longer.

Ash snapped his fingers. “I got it! Jasper and Autumn go together, that’s like 780 pounds, Autumn comes back. Me and Autumn go together, that’s like 830 pounds, then Autumn comes back. Then Cruelclaw and Nico cross, that should be fine - he’s definitely skinnier than Autumn - and I go back. Then Autumn and I cross again.” He tilted his head. “That’s right, yeah?”

“Uhh, I think so.”

The DM grinned. “So that’s what you’re going to do?”

“Yeah, what Ash said.”

You cross the river two at a time. The bridge is longer than any of you had anticipated, but your plan works well. It holds up, though Nico’s ponderous weight tests the bridge within an inch of its life. You find yourself in the dungeons of Emberheart Keep. It is still very dark, but there are unlit torches on the walls. The portcullis from which you enter is rusted open; if water were flowing, it would feed a furrow in the center of the floor. Some of the cells are open and some are locked, but none are occupied by anything other than skeletons.

There are two narrow staircases leading upward through different doors, to the north and south.

“We made it in! Which way to go? We need to find the door that leads to Winter, if it even exists.”

Jasper licked the french-fry grease from his paws. “We have no idea, man. Just pick one. The north one.”

You head up the northbound stairs, single-file. The door doesn’t creak when you open it, and you don’t see anyone when you peek out.

“Everyone do a dexterity roll.”

Autumn slips out first, followed by Nico and Cruelclaw. When Jasper takes a step forward, he accidentally triggers a mechanism which slams the door shut and locks it from the outside. The sound of stone slamming against stone echoes through the hallways on the first floor of the dungeon.

“Jasper!! You’re the rogue, you’re supposed to check for traps!”

He belched and crumpled up the burger bag. “You forget how dumb I am right now.”

Ash rolled his eyes. “You’re always dumb. Now what are we gonna do?”

Nico jumped in. “Can we unlock it from our side?”

The wolf checked his notes. “The mechanism is visible to you on the outside, but not straightforward to open without a key. You can also hear footsteps in the distance that sound like they are approaching.”

“Okay. I think we should hide, at least for now. Maybe we can try to pick the lock after, not that me or Autumn have any skill in that. Does Cruelclaw?”

You have almost grown used to the way his small, lustful paws roam your soft body, squeezing you. He shakes his head, “I am a swordsman, not a thief. I will try for you, of course, but it is not anything I am especially skilled at.”

“There’s another staircase. You guys go up that one, we’ll try to meet you there.”

“They can hear you through the wall. Do you guys agree?”

Ash nods. “It makes sense. Better than being trapped here. We’ll take the southern staircase and try to meet you in the middle.”

Without a good way to open the door, the party splits up further. Ash and Jasper head up the other staircase, while Nico and Autumn duck into a nearby door before a guard can see them.

Outside of the castle walls, Winter wakes up. He is still in his chair, though his arms and legs have been awkwardly bound - there is not a good way to tie up the paws of someone so profoundly obese. An apparatus with a funnel has been strapped to his face.

The DM grabbed a face mask with a funnel and attached it to Winter’s muzzle. It fit neatly, though it did not give him any room to speak. He ripped open a small container of high-calorie weight gain shake and began to pour it down.

The three mice have undressed entirely and adorned themselves with ritualistic body paint. One of the men continue to hold back the enormously fat bear while the other pours some kind of liquid down its throat. Winter has no choice but to swallow.

The woman leans in and presses her body against the bear’s enormous belly, her arms barely able to reach halfway around his thick love handles. “All of this pudge, this fat, this meat! You will be such an offering to Lord Ygra, the kind of meal that will sustain him for ages.”

She grins wickedly. “If I were a better subject, I would hand you over right now. But the Eater of All has shown us the wonder of overindulgence, of satisfied hunger. The world is food for the taking, adventurer. Clearly, you have learned this.” She sighed and squeezed her small, soft tummy, pressed her breasts together and made them bounce. “My husbands have tried to fatten me up to a respectable size, but we are poor and Ygra takes much of our bounty. As I would do if I were him. It is the way of the world.

“Though you are nothing but food, for now, our lust and curiosity outpace our jealousy and hunger. We wish to see how much you can really eat. To feel the weight of your body against ours, to pretend that all of this lard belongs to us.”

The DM continued to pour weight gain shake down Winter’s throat - one carton, then two, then four, then six. It poured into his bottomless pit of a stomach and all the bear could do was drink.

“I can’t believe you don’t even slow! You’ve drank more sweet cream today than I drink in a week! And all of it goes to that belly, and it is getting so close to reaching the floor. You are eating yourself into a helpless blob! I can feel your belly gurgle and your body slosh.” Her paws sink under your tits and squeeze a thick roll of fat. She shouts for one of her husbands to fuck her from behind, on top of your belly.

The one holding you back lets go. You are the only foreplay they need; he goes right to work. His thrusts are powerful, and both of them have eyes for nothing but your monumental obesity and breathtaking gluttony. Paws squeeze your fat all over, and you can feel the envy in their attention. They would steal your weight in a moment if they could.

You shake and wobble like a mountain of jelly as they fuck, making your own thick, heavy, titrolls bounce in time with hers. “Oh, adventurer, I will find a way to make your fat my own, even if I have to devour you myself! They will worship me!”

Autumn bit his lip. “I need someone to do that to me on top of Winter, too.”

The DM gave the deer a wink. Having poured almost 6,000 calories of weight gain shake down Winter’s gullet, he removed the funnel from his fat face. “Hey there, fatboy. The one feeding you is distracted and watching what they’re doing on top of your bed-sized belly. Now is your chance to escape. What do you want to do?”

The bear groaned loudly. “Ugh. Go into a rage and break open these bonds!”

“Okay, big bear. Roll for a strength check with advantage.

The feeding stops for a moment, and you seize the opportunity to escape. The rope around your paws comes away easily, freeing your hands. You pull the funnel out from your face and grab the mouse nearest you by the scruff. He’s strong, but you’re stronger. The naked pair scramble to stop you, but your greatsword is just barely in reach. Your ankles are still tied, and your sword cannot reach around your belly enough to slice the rope around them open. They step back.

“Free my feet or I slice this one’s throat!”

They look at each other as if unsure of whether to obey, but you when you press the tip of your sword into his neck, they give in. You are free.

“Now get up!”

“Make another strength check.”

You try to get to your feet, but only manage to lift yourself up a few inches before collapsing back down. The chair is low, and you are heavy.

Winter repeated this process three more times, and failed each check.

“Oh my god, he’s going to get killed because he’s too fat to get onto his fucking feet.”

Your rage is nearly about to wear off, and the three of them are beginning to realize you may simply be their prisoner because you are too fat to escape. The wicked grin appears on her face again.

“One last try, Winter.”

Finally, you just barely manage to make it to your feet. The smirk disappears as you thrust your greatsword in their direction. “Please,” she whimpers. “I helped your friends, spare us!”

“Not so easy. She’s so eager to be my size, let her feel it. I put the tip of my sword to her throat and tell her that if she can survive five minutes underneath me, I’ll let her go.”

She looks at your weight with incredible anxiety, but does as she’s told.

She sits down in the padded chair from which you just arose, and you collapse heavily back into it. It was twice as wide as she was, but your butt fills every square inch of it, your love handles spill over its arms, your backfat obscures any hint of it. You can feel her gasp for air beneath you and her husbands stare at you, unsure of what to do and unsure if they’re jealous of her position or not.

“Heh. Now make them feed me. The best food they’ve got.”

The DM grabbed a box of pepperoni pizza and began to feed it to Winter, slice by slice, as the bear glutted ravenously, as though he hadn’t just been forcefed several thousand calories of sugar and fat.

The two mice look at each other and acquiesce. You hold the sword in case of treachery, but their enthusiasm in feeding you fatter is real. They squeeze your body in awe as you rip the food from their paws. You nip at their paws in impatience, and this only excites them more. Five minutes passes, then ten, and as their wife still fights for every breath against more than 800 pounds of oppressively soft fat, her husbands feed you even bigger and fatter. Their arousal is obvious and desperate, and it isn’t long before they are taking turns with your navel as you finish the last of their food for the week.

Winter kept eating, moaning through the bites, as the DM played with his deep belly button. First just tracing along its edge with a claw, then sinking several fingers into it and grabbing a massive pawful of blubber and shaking it.

“Rrrff. Oh man. That’s fucking hot.” The big bear belched loudly. “Stuffed. Have them help me up.”

They obey, and their wife is somehow still alive after having been crushed underneath you for twenty minutes, though the lack of oxygen has knocked her unconscious. She reeks of bear sweat, as your navel reeks of mouse musk.

“Alright. Get them to take me to the garden door. No clothes, no weapons.”

Between the post-coital bliss they feel and the sword pointed at them, they are in no mood to disagree. Nude, they lead you toward the garden, where there is indeed a locked gate. The men look at each other, and one of them lifts a nearby rock to reveal a bronze key. “Here,” he says. “This will unlock many of the doors inside, including this one. You are a great Eater.”

“Uhh, I thank him, I guess. Then go inside.”

“Be careful. Ygra will devour you given a chance. And with a meal such at yourself under his belt, he will cement himself as a true god of gluttony.” They sigh. “I only wish we could be there to watch his inevitable victory. The size of his waistline with you under his belt will be glorious beyond compare.”

It is a weird note to end on, but you open the gate and travel inside. No guards stop you.”

Jasper whistled. “Damn. Winter, you are such a fucking fatass.”

Nico giggled. “Even I was a little bit jealous..”

The DM grinned. “And to think, he almost didn’t make it out alive because he couldn’t get himself off the couch. He is a fatass. But now, back to our other adventurers.”

Ash and Jasper head up the staircase on the south wall. The door is wooden, and even through the slats you can smell hay and manure. Unsurprisingly, it opens up into a large stable. Though there are no people nearby, horses and hogs fill the different stalls and pens. There is a low din of animal noises.” The barn is large enough that you do not see any immediate exit.

Ash shook their head. “Significantly less hot than being fed by a couple of gluttony worshipers, but it is what it is. I guess we go searching for a door?”

You start to walk around the barn, but the only door you see only opens into another section of the barn. Unlike the main area, this part does not have any light and it is difficult to see anything. The animal din is louder in here, and the pens are closer together.

“Wait, before we go in, I check for traps!”

“You find no traps.”

The skunk grinned broad. “See, tubbo, I can remember stuff, too. All clear! Light up a torch.”

There are indeed unlit torches on the wall; you take one down and light it. It shines bright, and you can finally see where you are. It is a long hallway with pens on both sides and a door at the far end. There are not hogs or horses in these pens, but townsfolk of all shapes, sizes, and species on all fours, eating greedily from a shared trough. They range from barely chubby to even fatter than you are. They are chained in place, unable to escape. Through magic or threat of force, they continue to mindlessly eat the feed in front of them.

The ones nearest you have bellies so big that they reach the ground and bulge out on either side, as well as tits that come close. It is difficult to tell any of their genders or species in the flickering torchlight, they are simply mountains of fat. Some, further down, are so big that their paws do not even touch the ground at all, and are fully beached on their titanic tummies.

“This is a guy who knows how to treat his guests.”

Ash chuckled. “Shut up, dummy. Should we try to save them?”

“Look, they’re all hypnotized or something. Unlocking their collars isn’t going to do much if they can’t keep their face out of the trough.”

“Fine - this time, I agree with you. Lets just get out of here and find everyone else.”

The door on the far end of the room looks like it leads to the main keep, but it’s locked.

The fat skunk belched again, “Ugh. I try to pick it.”

You attempt to pick the lock, but it does not come undone on the first try. Just a few moments later, the door handle begins to shake as someone starts to open it from the other side.

“Fuck! What should we do?! We can’t run, they’ll definitely see us.”

“Fight? We can take ‘em!”

“I have no idea how many there are..” The roo thought for a moment. “Are there any open stalls?”

The DM grinned. “Yes. There are.”

“Alright, let’s get on all fours and pretend we’re one of them. I think that we’re fat enough that they won’t notice. Once they leave, we’ll escape.”

Jasper grinned. “You just want to eat, don’t you? Fatass.”

“Shut up. Do you agree or not?”

“Sure, why not? You and your clever plans.”

There are a couple of pens near the door. You snuff out the torch and quickly get on all fours and start eating from the trough in front of you. It’s surprisingly tasty.

The DM grinned and stood up. “Come over here, fatboys.”

Jasper said, “Oh, come on! There’s no way you actually have.. and you do, you have a trough.”

“Both of you on all fours.”

The roo and the skunk slowly lowered themselves onto paws and knees, on either side of the short trough that the DM brought out. Their respective rumps wobbling in their air, atop the two biggest tails in the house - the long, soft, fluffy skunk one, and the thick, heavy, fat kangaroo one. Their side rolls squished against their thighs and both of their bellies rested heavily on the ground. Their faces were only inches from each other.

The wolf poured feed into the trough - in this case, several hundred pizza rolls smothered in ranch dressing and warm bacon grease. “Eat, hogs, if you want your ruse to succeed.”

The DM gave Ash’s wide roo butt a good hard smack. “Love the plan, by the way.”

Two squirrel guards entered the stable, along with the raccoon stable master. You eat noisily, greedily, and they do not spend a second looking in your direction. “Search all you want,” the raccoon says. “They’re not going to be in here. This door is the only way in and it’s been locked the whole time.”

The guard shrug. “Orders are orders. Wait here while we finish our search.”

The guard walk down the long hallway and while they peer into each stall, they are not looking at the feed-addicted tubs of lard within. Ten minutes later, they leave and lock the door behind them.

“Alright,” grunted Ash through a mouthful of food. “They’re gone. Pick the lock now.”

You try to get up, but find it incredibly difficult to stop eating. Each time you raise your head away from the trough, the smell of the food brings you right back to it. ‘One more bite,’ you keep saying to yourself. “Just one more.”

“Ah fuck,” said Jasper, still on his paws and knees with a muzzle smothered in bacon fat and pepperoni. “The stupid feed is addictive.”

Ash cursed. “Can we try to escape?”

“I’ll make a willpower save for both of you, since you’ve got your maws full.”

You try to get up and leave, but your willpower just isn’t strong enough. The food is too good, too delicious. You can’t stop eating. Through mouthfuls of high-calorie animal feed, you blame each other for your predicament as the weight slowly piles on. Each mouthful only strengthens your addiction, making it harder to leave. Though neither of you are bound by iron, you cannot escape.

Ash gulped. “So what then, we’re just stuck here?”

“Till someone saves you. And you’re not allowed to stop eating, though you can still talk.”

Jasper shook his head. “Ugh. This is all your fault, roo. And you’ve got something on your face, y’know?”

“Wha..”

The skunk leaned over and licked some of the grease and ranch and sauce off of Ash’s muzzle. “You eat like a pig, you know that?”

“Jasper!”

“Hey!” The DM growled. “ Keep eating!”

On the other side of the keep, Autumn and Nico have stumbled into a sitting room. While it was once luxurious, it is one of the places that decay has taken hold. There is a large hole in the ceiling, revealing the upper floor. The furniture is old, but serviceable, and many of the bookshelves are full.

“Okay, a normal room. I guess we’re looking for a key? Anything else?”

Autumn looked pensive. “Maybe anything that can give us a clue on what Ygra’s weaknesses are? Or even what he’s after?”

“Make two perception checks.”

You search the room but find no keys. In a desk drawer, you find ten gold and a ruby ring.

While looking through the bookcases, you happen upon a leather-bound diary. It is mostly filled with arcane knowledge, but the last few entries - dated more than ten years ago - read as follows:

17 Aug:

That great cat continues to leave the forest and stalk the grounds of my keep. Even the guards are afraid of it. It devours so much of my livestock, I am surprised it can even amble back to its den afterward. I originally told my groundsmaster to shoot on sight, but I have decided instead to capture it, if I can.

1 Sep:

It is a food motivated creature; it was not difficult to lure in with livestock and prey. It hisses at me from its cage and I know its claws could eviscerate me in moments. The first round of experiments show promise, though.

16 Oct:

More and more, it has begun to walk on its hind legs, emulating me. Though it is still a great feline beast, I can see the intelligence in its eyes increasing with every treatment. It can understand me, I know it. Maybe soon I can make it understand how much I am spending to keep it fed.

9 Nov:

It spoke! He spoke! Its voice is strange and feline, but I can understand it. It told me its name is Ygra, and immediately demanded more food as if I were its servant. I gave it to him, though the lack of exercise has begun to takes its toll on his waistline. It is not the agile thing I captured. I hope further treatments will help him understand the moderation of civilization.

19 Nov:

Ygra and I have had a few good conversations, and I think he finally is ready to begin the difficult work of joining society. Tomorrow, I will free him and we will begin this journey together.

That is the last entry.

“So.. Okay. I guess that explains what happens to the last wizard who lived here.”

Nico whistled. “So I don’t even know what we’re up against then. Some kind of intelligent half-feral half-anthro cat glutton?”

“I mean. I guess that’s helpful, but I don’t know how to beat it, still.”

“One thing at a time. Lets keep looking for either Winter or Ash and Jasper. I don’t like being split up.”

“Agreed.”

You go back out into the hallway and enter the next room, a completely empty closet. The next room you find is large kitchen, complete with overstocked icebox.

Nico grinned. “I guess it’s our turn to handle temptation.”

Autumn snickered. “I don’t know about you, but I am feeling a little bit peckish. Maybe I’ll just take a quick peek inside the fridge.”

The mouse giggled. “Be careful, tubby. Eat the enchanted ice cream and you might end up as fat as I am.”

Ash grunted from their spot on the floor. “Ughh you guys, you need to hurry, I’ve already eaten 10,000 pizza rolls and I’m going to die soon.”

The DM shushed him. “Hey! Not your group! Want me to start shoveling it in your fat face instead, tubbo? Or do you like breathing between bites?”

Ash quieted down and Autumn grinned. “Oh no, ending up as fat as Nico, that would be soooo awful, I don’t dream about that nightly or anything..”

Nico’s cheeks turned red. “Aw.”

“I will take a look at the fridge, actually. Anything tasty?”

The DM hefted up a cooler and brought it to the chubby deer’s side. Ice creams, chocolate milk, cream puffs. “All yours for the taking. Feeling a little naughty, tubby?”

The deer had an awful sweet-tooth, and everything in the cooler was tempting. “Hehe. Maybe just an ice cream. One can’t hurt, right?”

“Certainly not.” Autumn unwrapped an ice cream sandwich and started to eat.

You take out a snack from the icebox; it is so loaded with food that it’ll be impossible to tell if one single item is missing. It tastes delicious, and you are licking your fingers clean before you even know what’s happening.

The DM grinned. “Okay, chubs. Make a willpower save.”

“Uh oh.”

The first bar is so good, you can’t help yourself. You reach for another without even really knowing why. It feels good. It makes you feel fatter, and you really enjoy that feeling. For some reason, it’s hard to make yourself care about the things you’re supposed to be doing - saving your friends - instead of stuffing down empty calories and watching your belly grow.

“Saw that coming a mile away, deer. Come on. Enchanted ice cream. I pull him away.” Nico grinned. “Lucky that I’m around.”

You grab Autumn by the arm, but feel a tingle spread through your body. All of a sudden, the food in the fridge is irresistible.

“Make a willpower save.”

Somehow, you find the strength of will to push yourself away from the fridge, though your belly is growling loudly and your lust to grow fatter, get bigger, is dangerously strong.

“Made it! Yes! Check for magic in here.”

The fridge has been enchanted with a willpower-removing spell, spread by touch. It becomes nearly impossible to resist temptation when you’re impacted, and you become ruled by your desires.

“Okay. Okay. Cast Dispel..”

The bandit captain presses a brownie to nico’s maw, interruping the spell. Only just now, do you realize that Cruelclaw’s paw was on your belly, and the spell was transferred to him as well.

The DM grabbed a box of pastries and began to feed both Nico and Autumn at the same time, interrupting whatever spell the mouse was trying to cast.

Cruelclaw moans with passion and lust as he stuffs food into both nico and autumn.“I cannot contain myself any longer, Nico. I need to make you bigger. I need to make both of you bigger. Eat. Let me feed you until you’re the size of a house and I can spend my life buried underneath your belly. Eat, eat, eat. I need you HUGE.”

The weasel’s words were breathy and desperate. His need to make you fatter has utterly overwhelmed his mind. “Eat, eat, eat. Eat for me, please. I beg you to grow unreasonably, unrealistically fat for me! I beg you! You do not understand how much I need you to smother me with your weight, how much I need to bury my nose in your navels. All I care about is your fat, your gluttony!”

His face and paws alternate between your soft rolls and your maws. Autumn eats eagerly, spurned on by the spell, but Nico tries his best to resist.

Both Autumn’s and Nico’s faces were covered in custard and cream, the DM took a moment away from feeding and groping their fat to roll another set of dice. “Another willpower check, and you both failed it this time.”

Nico gives into his servant’s requests, equally a slave to his own fat. The weasel eagerly stuffs both of you, and you both greedily eat everything you can get your paws on. It seems like there is nothing more important than food. Nothing you care about more than making yourself fatter and fatter. Your friends do not matter. The world does not matter. The only thing you can even think about is how big every swallow of food is going to make you, how fantastically obese you are going to get. Visions of your life as a helpless blob, eternally sloshing in a sea of your own tremendous obesity, fill your mind. You need to be huge.

Cruelclaw’s paws move to feed you as fast as he can make them. “Oh, more, more! You cannot stop getting fatter for me! I will not allow you to stop eating! You need to be enormous! So, spectacularly, dangerously obese! Please, let me feed you until you each fill an entire carriage.” He keeps stuffing your faces with pastry. “Oh, the image of the two of you bigger than a carriage, filling every inch of it with your greedy, gluttonous blubber, your belly spilling out of the back, your whole body quivering with every bump in the road. The ways I would worship you, lords, when you are too utterly helpless to move! When you are so big, you cannot even lift your arms! When one of your thigh rolls weighs more than I do!”

From the trough, Jasper groaned. “We’re all gonna be too fat to fight, aren’t we?”

The DM grinned. “Each of you has a chance to escape. Pass your save.”

Only a 19 or a 20 would save them. A one in ten chance. Each roll they missed meant another slice of pizza or slice of cake was stuffed into their maw. Nico was able to handle it, but Autumn quickly grew too full to function.

“Ughh, please,” he moaned after his fourth fail. “No more..”

The DM stopped and growled at him. “No. In character, Autumn. You need more. You’re begging for more. You can’t stop eating, it doesn’t matter how full you get. All you care about is food and fat.”

The deer whimpered. “P..please. Feed me, more. I’m still so.. hungry..”

The wolf stuffed more food into his face. “Good boy.”

Cruelclaw traces one of his frosting-smothered digits along Autumn’s muzzle, who eagerly licks the sugar off of it. “You do need it, my lord. You need it as badly as I do. The calories, the fat. You need to be huge, as badly I need you to be huge. Please. Don’t stop, not ever. Keep gaining for me. I will do anything to grow you huge. I will do everything for you, devote my life to your continued obesity. I will worship every roll, kiss every wobble. I will bury myself in you deep enough to get you off, no matter how big you get. Please. Eat for me. A thousand pounds is only the start.”

Finally, Autumn made his saving throw.

The pressure inside of your belly is eventually enough to knock you out of the food-induced trance and you stagger back, more full and more fat than you’ve ever been in your life. The bandit is more than happy to focus all of his attentions on Nico.

The deer was still rubbing his overstuffed belly, which ached from the abuse. “I pull Nico off of him so he can cast his spell.”

You grab Cruelclaw by the arm and yank him back. He pleads with you to let him go, but he’s too enamored with all of you to physically resist. Somewhat dazed and still feeling the urge to grow, get fatter, eat until he is an useless, immobile tub of lard, Nico retains enough sense to cast a spell, should he wish.

The food had finally stopped for the mouse, and he belched loudly. His shirt was not riding up so high that it barely covered his chest. More than ever, he looked like nothing more than a quivering, toneless, stretch-marked tub of butterfat. “I cast Dispel Magic.”

In moments, the enchantment fades away, leaving you both bloated and exhausted. You collapse into a belching, whimpering mess.

“Alright, we’ll leave you guys there a minute to recuperate. Back to Winter.”

The big bear belched. “Finally!”

You exit out into a stone corridor, doors on both sides of you. Distantly, you can hear the steps of guards patrolling the area, though none seem close. Your friends should have been waiting to meet you here, so something must have gone wrong. You still have the bronze key.

“What else am I gonna do? Start opening doors until I find them. Ignore everything else.”

You open doors. There’s a library, two bedrooms, two closets, and a den. You reach a locked door.

“Try the key.”

You stick your bronze key into the keyhole and it swings open. It is too dark to see much, but you catch the faint whiff of hay.

Jasper shouts. “That’s us! Hey! Free us! I can’t eat anymore!”

The trough was nearly empty at this point, and both the skunk and the roo were utterly overloaded with calories. Their faces a mess, their bellies packed to the brim as they struggled to melt pizza rolls and grease into bellyfat.

You can hear what is clearly Jasper’s voice, and after a little bit of time you find both him and Ash on all fours, eating from a trough. Their words are muffled as they continue to eat while speaking, too addicted to stop.

Winter laughs. “Look at you two hogs! Maybe I should leave you here, it suits you pretty well. Fattened up like livestock? Maybe you might actually have a chance at getting as big as I am.”

“Shut up and get us out of here! I can’t stop eating this junk!”

“Fine. You know, I escaped all by myself. No help at all.”

Winter pulls Ash and Jasper to their feet. Though they resist him, even a short amount of time away from the feed diminishes its effect. Jasper has burst the stitching on his tunic, and a foot of bare belly now spills free. Ash’s clothing has held tight, for now, but the tightness around his waist hints that as some of that food churns into fat, things won’t be fitting very well. Both will certainly feel the effects of their unrestrained gluttony tomorrow in the form of stretch-marks and bellyaches.”

“Where are Autumn and Nico?”

“No idea,” Jasper wiped his paws clean and belched loudly. “We got caught on the other side of a locked door. I’m sure they were looking for us.”

“Well, I guess it’s up to us to find them.t I’ve got a key.”

“Good! Yes, finally - let’s find them and fight Ygra, whoever that is!”

“Yes! Let’s try to find the kitchen.”

You search a few more doors and eventually come across Nico and Autumn looking rounder than usual.

“Hey guys,” the round deer hiccups. “We found you.”

Winter chuckles. “I had to rescue these two idiots and you guys are just having a snack break?”

Nico chuckled. “Something like that.”

“So what do you say, go fight Ygra now?”

“Yes! Let’s go!”

All five of you are full, fattened, overfed in your own ways, but you gather together to search for Ygra. Somehow, you have managed to avoid any guards, but when you make it just outside the main hall, you can hear a loud voice issuing demands.

“This has gotta be him. I know it. Can you see how many guards are in there?”

The doorway you’re nearest is in the back right of the large room. It is a long, ornate hallway, though there are holes in the roof. Ivy and young trees grow inside, along the walls. You cannot see Ygra, but you can see the back of a throne upon a pedestal. There seem to be six guards in total.

“It has to be him,” Winter growled. “Let’s just crash it! Take him down!”

Autumn shrugged. “I mean.. what else are we gonna do? At least we have surprise on our side.”

Ash wiped some of the ranch off his muzzle. “Let’s go for it.”

Jasper nodded. “Let’s do this.”

Nico grinned. “And my axe!”

You rush into the great hall. After a moment, the guards turn to face you, but none is close enough to immediately start to fight. You finally, for the first time, get a good look at Ygra, Eater of All.

So many of the townsfolk you’ve seen on this journey have told you that you were the fattest thing that they’ve ever seen. None of you come close to Ygra. Originally some kind of big cat, perhaps a panther, green mana radiates from his essence. His eyes and maw glow neon green, and he is, by far, the fattest thing any of you have ever seen. Perhaps the fattest thing to have ever existed.

The throne on which he sits is the width of the entire dais, ten feet wide, and his colossal rear end fills every inch of it. Love handles spill over both arms and roll forward into the deepest, fattest belly imaginable. It not only touches the ground, it obliterates it. It spills forward a half dozen feet, nearly spilling down the first step of the dais toward the floor. His arms are sunk in fat and much too big to move very far, his maw is half-sunk into a tire-sized double chin.

Stretch marks absolutely cover his entire body, which is, of course, entirely nude. Even a bedsheet could not hide a quarter of his size. His stretch marks glow with the same verdant light as the rest of him. Even his cavernous navel, a sloppy two-foot long slit at the most distant recesses of his lard, glows green. He is utterly bursting with both fat, food, and mana.

Autumn’s eyes went wide. “Uhhh..”

“Oh no! He’s hot!”

Nico huffed. “We can’t let that stop us, Jasper!”

Ash nodded. “Nico’s right. He’s evil, it doesn’t matter how big he is. We know your evil plan, Ygra! We’re here to stop you!”

“All right,” nodded the DM. “Roll for initiative.”

You rush at the guards nearest you, but before you can reach them, Ygra casts a spell with a flick of his pudgy paw. It suddenly feels as though each of you weigh twice as much as you normally do, and your footfalls slow to a halt. Though his upper arms are too heavy to lift, Ygra still maintains a little bit of dexterity in his claws.

“I wondered if you would make it here.”

“Well, so much for the element of surprise,” said Ash, shaking their head. “Nico, a little help?”

The mouse nodded. “Yeah, got it. Cast Dispel Magic again and get rid of this slowing spell.”

The enormous cat laughed, sending ripples through his pudding-like body. His low voice is thick with weight and emanates from deep within his titanic mass.

“I am so much bigger than you, adventurers. How can you hope to stop me? And why would you want to? You see the world as I do, as food to be eaten. Crops, animals, people - they are all just calories. They exist solely to sate your appetite. Do you know how much I have eaten to grow this large? How much of the world has been destroyed and reformed into fat on this glorious body of mine? How many tons of food, how many whimpering prey?”

“Look at yourselves. For now, there is plenty of world for both of us, adventurers. I admire how big you’ve grown, the size to which you’ve eaten yourselves. You are not like the wobbling sacrifices in my dungeon, mindlessly forced to eat themselves into a tasty snack. No, you are like me. You chose this, didn’t you?”

Nico completes his spell, freeing all of you. The squirrel guards nearest you have drawn their weapons, but remain back to guard Ygra.

“I mean,” Jasper said, rubbing over his belly. “He’s not wrong.. This does feel really good.”

“Come on though, we can’t just eat everything in the world.” Winter paused “Can we?”

“No!” Ash hit his fist on the table. “Just because he’s fat doesn’t mean he’s right. He’s been capturing townsfolk all over the region to fatten up and eat! People are just disappearing and no one knows why. He needs to be stopped. I’m going to run at him and stab whatever I can reach.”

Ash runs to Ygra as fast as his tubby legs can carry him. To your surprise, the guards do not stop him, but block the rest of you as you try to follow.

“Roll for damage.”

Your sword swings wildly at what distant, three-foot tall wall of feline lard you can reach, and it slices through Ygra’s thin skin like butter. Globs of white fat pour from the gash and onto the floor, still glowing emerald. It does not seem to faze him in the slightest.

He laughs again. It is a deep and gurgling noise that rises up from his countless pounds of lard.

“I can replace that in a single meal, adventurer. We can fight and I can devour you, or you can accept that my way is the true way: that the world exists to be eaten.”

Winter giggled nervously. “I.. kind of want to do that, guys. It sounds really good.”

“Come on, you can’t be serious! He’s tricking you!”

“You understand, barbarian. I can see it in your eyes. The fat that your friend had sliced from my frame, I offer it to you. Eat it. Taste the soft, creamy lard I have melted so many of your townsfolk into. Taste the magic of predation. I will get it back when I devour you whole.”

Ash’s jaw dropped. “Ew! Winter! Come on, even for you, that’s too much.”

The bear huffed, making his jowls shake. “ No, it’s not. It’s hot. I go up to Ygra and do what he says - take”a handful of the fat that poured from his body and stuff it down.

Ygra motions to his guards to let you through. You grab two handfuls of the warm, glowing lard and shovel it into your mouth. It tastes of grease and salt. The gash from whence it came has already healed, sealed back up with mana. Only a glowing scar remains.

With a grin, the DM grabbed a tub of pure lard and dropped it on the table in front of Winter. “Eat up, fatass.”

Jasper laughed, “Oh man, even *I* didn’t think he’d be prepared for that!”

Winter met the DM’s grin with one of his own and reached his fat paw into the bucket and scooped out a big pawful of pure lard, eating it without hesitation.

“Ugh, Winter,” Ash rolled their eyes. “You are so fucking fat.”

“You choose well, barbarian. If you hadn’t eaten my fat, I would have consumed it myself. Everything that you can eat, you should eat. Everything you see deserves to be melted into wobbling fat your belly and hips, because you are hungry.”

His voice, already deep and booming, echoes through the halls as he bellows his commands.

“Guards! Bring out the food!”

“Well, this has gone sideways.” Autumn sighed. “If he’s already healed, then what are we gonna do? He may be too fat to move, but he can still cast spells. Even if he doesn’t turn Winter against us.”

“Look,” said Ash. “He’s huge. He can’t fight any physical attacks, and the guards don’t do anything. We just need to climb up his body and stab someplace where we can hit a vital organ.”

Nico shook his head. “I don’t know. There wasn’t any blood when you stabbed him, was there? I think he’s running on mana alone - who knows what that wizard did to him.”

The guards bring out two carts piled high with food. Cakes, breads, meats, are all thrown together in one big mess. And followed immediately behind is a rabbit, bound by rope. His potbelly strains the seams of his tunic to its limit, and his plush rump has already split his trousers in two. Though he fights for his freedom, his movements are slow and weary.

“One last chance to join my side, adventurers. For you, a feast, for me, supper. I choose to share it with you. Dig in. I ask for no allegiance, just the acknowledgment of what you already know: everything is meant to be eaten, and every pound of fat you gain is a victory. Eat, adventurers. Glut yourselves with me.”

The cat turns toward the bear in particular. His feline maw is half-sunken in fat, but still spreads into an evil smile. Green light pours out of his toothy grin.

“I have a special meal for you, Winter. This is Finneas. He was here to slay me, as you are. As if a slender little piece of meat like this could do me damage.

“I am sure he was pleased with his acrobatics as he twirled through my hall, shooting arrows at whatever he saw. Agile and thin, nimble and quick. To no effect, of course. Doesn’t he look so much better now, after being fattened up into a proper meal? The way the chub spills off his little bunny waist like luscious butter. He is food, Winter. Does it matter how skilled he is? That he is the hero of his community, a once-in-a-generation archer? No. His achievements mean nothing next to your appetite. He is nothing but a tender, luscious meal for you to melt away into pudge on that belly of yours. Will you eat him?”

He hesitated. “He’s fighting against the restraints. I don’t know if I want to eat someone that’s going to scream for help! I’m not that evil. Yet, at least.”

“Exactly, Winter! We’re the good guys!” Ash wobbled the bear’s belly. “As fat as you are, you can’t really eat a whole person!”

“His willingness to be eaten is a detail, easily altered. You will come to realize it does not matter.”

The blobcat flicks his wrist again, and the rabbit falls under a spell. Finneas drops to his knees in front of the bear and begins to kiss his belly. “Please, sir. Devour me. I beg you to eat me, turn me into fat on your glorious belly. Let me spill from your love handles forever. I promise, I am delicious. I have been fattened up for you.”

Jasper whistled. “I have to admit.. it's kind of hot.”

Nico giggled. “I kind of agree..”

Winter grinned. “I’m glad I’m not the only one tempted. I really think I’m gonna eat him. Maybe I’ll ask for a little whipped cream on top, too.” He snorted.

“Ah, taste! That is far more important than consent. How about we alter him slightly, so he is palatable to your sweet tooth.”

Finneas begins change color from the feet up, from grey and white to uniform brown. Soon, he is made entirely of chocolate. The rabbit, still entranced, sticks his confectionery paw into Winter’s mouth. “You see? Eat me! I need to be bearfat, sir. I need to spend eternity quivering as some soft, smothering roll on your body. Melt me into lard. I am your food!”

“Fine! I eat him!”

The DM grinned. “And the rest of you? Feast from the carts, or deny Ygra’s offering?”

Autumn was first. “Eat from the carts.” The rest of the party looked at him. “What? I have a long ways to go! I can’t be saying no to food, can I?”

Jasper snickered. “Yeah, me too. I eat from the carts, too. Ygra might be evil, but he’s hot-evil.”

Ash shakes their head. “No way, you guys can sell your soul, but I’m not gonna be tricked.”

The DM turned toward the mouse. “Nico? What do you say?”

The mouse hesitated. “I.. sorry, Ash. It is really hot. I dig in, also.” He giggles. “Actually, I let Cruelclaw feed me.”

Winter picks up the rabbit and begins to devour him whole, feet first. The chocolate stats to melt the moment it hits the bear’s hot mouth, and despite being an enormous amount of pudgy rabbit, it melts easily down his throat. Finneas thanks Winter over and over for eating him, his chocolate body shivering with lust as he’s devoured, until his head finally disappears down the bear’s insatiable gullet. He is more full than he’s ever been in his entire life. His stomach gurgles as Finneas melts down rapidly, and the lapine’s kicks quickly fade away into nothing.

Nico, Jasper, and Autumn glut greedily from the carts in front of them, shoveling whatever food they can reach into their faces eagerly, as though they hadn’t eaten in months. Only Ash remains back, stoic, with his sword still drawn.

The DM lays out a basket full of snacks for the three of them, filled with cupcakes and pizza and cheeseburgers and fries all mixed together. They dig in, though not as greedily as their counterparts - all three of them have been packed with food throughout the night. To Winter, he gives a large chocolate bunny, which makes all of them laugh, even Ash.

The bear bits the head off. “Mmm, Finneas, you ARE delicious!”

The kangaroo grumbled. “Well, it’s not fair that everyone else gets to eat, is it?” They grab a pair of cupcakes as well and starts to stuff them down. “This is NOT in character, though,” Ash says through a mouthful of food. “I feel very strongly about that.”

The DM grins. “Understood.”

Ygra’s grin widens again.

“I knew you would understand, adventurers. Gluttons. Food rules us all. Remember this on your journey. Your size has merited you special consideration - rarely have I met anyone as remotely as hungry as I. But even now, I can feel the drool spill from my maw as I imagine, in vivid detail, consuming each of you. One of us will devour the other eventually, adventurers. And I have the head start.”

He laughs again, sending waves of lard rippling through his quivering mass.

“Be gone, and return only when you desire to be eaten, or believe you can eat me.”

Ygra flicks his wrist again and the world fades from sight. You find yourself in the middle of the town from whence you departed, though it’s now dusk. You still have the carts of food.

“Well,” Jasper grins, licking the frosting off his digits. “I think that was a success.”

Ash rolls their eyes. “You guys are too fucking fat for your own good. We did nothing. We got no loot.”

Nico shrugs. “Eh, well - we got a bit of gold and a ruby ring. That’s gotta be worth something, right?”

The DM shrugs. “You can get it appraised next week. For now, I’ve got some homework for you guys. Jasper and Ash - the addictive effects of the feed you ate fade slowly. Until the end of next week, if you find any food I’ve marked with an ‘EAT ME’ sticker, you have stop whatever it is you’re doing until you finish every last bite of it.

“Autumn and Nico, you find that your willpower remains low. Every time you open a box of snacks or a carton of ice cream, roll a 1d6. On a five or a six, you have to finish the entire box in one sitting. Got it?”

The deer groaned.”You are not a kind DM, you know that? I’m already bursting out of my work clothes.”

“If you could still fit in those pants, Autumn, I wouldn’t be doing my job.” The DM chuckled. “And Winter - we’ll have to talk this week, sometime. I don’t think you can get away from eating handfuls of mana-infused panther fat without some lasting impact. To both your character and your waistline.”

He was still wiping the chocolate and lard off of his paws and face. “Yeah,” he said, as a belch rumbled out of his stomach. “I was counting on that.”

“Thought so,” the wolf grinned. “But that concludes the game tonight. I hope you all had fun. I thought this was a good one.”

“So much fun!” Nico giggled. “I look forward to this ever week, even if I do come out of it with a bellyache every time.”

“Good, tubby. How about you, Ash? I know you didn’t quite get your way today.”

The roo stood up and stretched, reminding everyone of just how wide and plush their hips and butt were. “No way, it was still fun. And I was more tempted to join that giant fat cat than my character would ever admit. Two ton kitty, rrf.”

“Excellent. You all have your homework, and I’ve got a lot of work to do before next week. How about some post-game drinks? Go clean yourselves up.”

“Sounds great!”

They shuffled off to the washroom, but the DM surreptitiously grabbed the back of Nico’s titanic sweatpants, holding him back until it just the two of them. “You.”

The massive mouse wobbled. “Me. Hehe.”

“I had no idea Cruelclaw was going to be such a big part of tonight’s game; that was a lot of fun for me. Perhaps we don’t need to wait until next week for him to make a return, hmm?” The wolf squeezed one of Nico’s soft sides. “Perhaps that dastardly weasel makes a comeback tonight, even, after drinks. And perhaps he’ll bring as much food as he thinks can fit in that titanic little tummy of yours.”

He poked Nico’s belly, which made him giggle excitedly. “I’d love that.”

The bandit captain lifted the mouse’s double chin with a paw and gave him a tender kiss. “Excellent, lord. I meant every word of what I said tonight; I need you to get huge for me.”

“Mark my words - if you aren’t 700 pounds by sunrise, my name isn’t the Infamous Cruelclaw.”