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Part 8 - Honey Buns Despite Tav and Lae’zel’s eagerness to take to the skies, Astarion had to remind them of his unique condition. This forced the crew to wait until the next nightfall, as the dragon would have to fly quite aways to reach the Emerald Grove. This gave the three some extra lounge time, and once again Tav and Astarion sneaked off to feed Astarion some more blood. While Astarion had brought some from home to help with the long journey, the taste of Tav’s had grown on him ever since he’d tried it in the forest. He wasn’t quite sure why, but trying it just made him all the more blood-thirsty, like drinking sea water. Yet he couldn’t help it, it was all he could think about. He and Tav napped in the wee hours of the morning, presumably just as the sun was rising, when Astarion awoke to another deep pang of hunger. The hunger was insatiable, it felt as though he hadn’t eaten in weeks. He clutched his middle, feeling a surprising softness. Normally he had a lithe, willowy

Part 7 - A Warrior’s Weight Training “Can we just stop Astarion? I am so tired, and soooo hungry.” Tav whined audibly. “My dear, you are always hungry. What happened to the snacks I gave you the last time you whined at me.“ Astarion said without so much as a glance backwards. “Don’t tell me you already finished all of them? Why, to most people that would have been enough for a full day.” “Maybe underdark people. Us Baldurians need a lot more to sustain us now. Haven’t you heard?” Tav said, matching Astarion’s saucy tone. “Urp. Besides, this is hard work, much harder since I can’t teleport across the wilderness like I did on my way to you.” “Maybe you should have thought about that before you became the size of a Rothe. No more food for at least an hour. We only have so much time before sunup, and we have to make as much progress as we can. “ The two of them marched on. They were climbing the hills that lead to the mountain pass. According to Gale, Lae’zel had returned here to

Part 6 - Underdark’s Underbelly “Ughhh. Today drained me.” Tav said while lying back on her bedroll. She was just in a tight fitting sports bra, one likely a few sizes too small based on the amount of spillage from her breasts. She rested her hand gently on her large gut, drumming her fingers gently. Each made slight ripples in the fatty flesh. Her mind wandered back to the past few days of travel. She was heading to the underdark entrance closest to Astarion’s new kingdom under the rock. After the brain attack, he’d made a new world for himself and the vampire spawn in the only place where the sun couldn’t hurt them. Tav hadn’t heard much about it, but she did get a few letters from him, and from what she could gather they were doing well. According to him, they used Rothe husbandry to avoid the bloodthirst, and sold the excess meat to help promote commerce. Though the last letter had been a few months ago, she was hopeful things were still going well. Plus, the entrance to his new

Part 5 - Gobblin’ Goblins “Oh I hate this. Huff!. Minthara I hate you for making me do this.” Tav said as she exhaled. According to Gale’s scrying, something Tav was convinced he only did for pervy reasons, Minthara was located somewhere in this cave most of the time. It was a small little nook found in the hills outside the Gate, near Rivington. And while on the map it looked like a short jaunt, to Tav’s newly fattened figure it may as well have been miles. Tav’s legs chafed from where the fat rubbed together on each step, causing her to take on more of a waddle. This made her progress up the rocky hill even slower, causing her to step more, get even more tired, and chafe even more. “Fuck you Minthara! Why did you have to be a creepy Drow lady, why couldn’t you just be the happy Drow who bakes cookies. Gods I could use a cookie!” Tav continued to wobble up the hill. She had been putting on quite a bit of weight recently, and it was really starting to catch up to her. The vast

Part 4 - Snacks and Scholarship Tav heaved on her trousers. The fabric was stiff and refusing to yield. She pulled harder but they simply would not go any higher up her thighs. Tav huffed then dropped them, kicking them into a pile with a few other discarded clothing pieces. Tav then gave the whole pile a kick, sending a few pieces flying. “Fuck.” Tav said to her empty bedroom. In her empty house. At the end of the quiet street. “Karlach at least seemed interested. But c’mon, how is everyone either in a relationship, busy for the wedding, or both.” Tav grabbed another article of clothing, this one a more stretchy skirt that would go up higher on her midriff. “And to top it all off, I’m getting fat.” She said as she turned to inspect herself in the mirror. “Chubby.” She corrected herself. “I am getting chubby.” The thought made her stand a little taller, and her pooched belly didn’t hang out as far as when her shoulders were slumped. She wasn’t truly fat, or at least not compared to

Part 3 - Advanced Cooling Systems The Elfsong Tavern was a fairly popular tavern towards the edge of town. It was well known among more artsy folks, frequently featuring poetry, comedy, minor “black box” style theater, and other forms of alternative entertainment. It was a frequent stop for Bards looking for a place to perform, and was quite popular among Elves and Humans alike. It stood out among the tavern selection in Baldur’s Gate as one of the few choices that wasn’t simply a working class watering hole, but didn’t specifically cater to rich clientele. Suffice to say Tav was curious why here of all places she had heard Karlach had been hanging around. Last she had heard Karlach had headed back to the hells to find an engine smith there who could fix her up properly before returning to the surface. Tav hadn’t even heard she was back, and the thought brought a little pang of insecurities to Tav. Why hadn’t Karlach looked her up and tried to reunite? How did Wyll know where she

Part 2 - Excess in Government Wyll was, in theory, very easy to find. After the brain attack a year prior, Wyll decided to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a patriar, helping to run the city during the rebuilding and making sure that everyone was looked after. In the year since he has become a wildly popular member of the city’s government as well. His policies of rapid repair and a focus on improvement of districts have greatly reduced crime in the streets and prevented many of the possible crimes of opportunity that usually follow large disasters. This popularity has made him just as big of a celebrity as Tav. Tav walked briskly. According to his secretary yesterday, Wyll would be available to “public inquiries and petitioners” today for a few hours. But knowing how busy Wyll could get, Tav wanted to be one of the first ones he saw. Entering into city hall, Tav went straight up to the secretary. She was a chubby little elf, who looked like she had put on the weight

Part 1 - Selune’s Moon Tav decided to start easy and focus on the members of her party who stayed in town. Her first stop was Shadowheart. Last she heard she had gone inside the old house of grief down in the lower city and began “renovations,” whatever that means, so Tav decided to start there. The weather was pleasant as she walked the city streets. Looking around at the people, she noticed that many seemed to be in markedly better moods than she remembered people ever looking prior to the brain attack, or to even back before all that nonsense began. People were smiling, children were playing, there were sounds of laughter and merriment everywhere. It brought a smile to Tav’s face. While she and her friends hadn’t been able to fix every issue with the people, the purging of Gortash also allowed them to narrow down which politicians were corrupt and dishonest fairly easily. The replacement of those individuals with good hearted patriars who merely wanted the best for the city has led

Prologue - A Wedding Tav walked into the post office with their head held high. It had been roughly a year since the brain had been destroyed and the world had been saved, and even now Tav was treated as a hero by the populace. Stores would offer free goods and samples, people would hold doors, crowds would cheer and call out their name, even Fist would stand and salute when Tav walked by. As a result of this hero worship, Tav also received quite a bit of mail. Most of it was fan mail, often from school children and the like, but some of it was also quite flattering and endearing to know how much Tav meant to them. As she walked in, the scents of the office flooded through. The smell of paper and stamp glue, ink drying, and carrier pigeon droppings all blended together to form a rich tapestry. Tav walked to the wooden counter where the postmaster resided. He was humming quietly to himself when Tav arrived, and looked up with a start. Tav liked to walk quietly when she could, it

This features weight gain of both male and female characters. I smoothed the sleek cocktail dress down her svelte figure, admiring how she looked in the mirror. She had to admit, she loved how she looked here. Her tiny waist tapered in and showed every curve of her hips and breasts. Adding in a tantalizing neckline that showed her perky breasts and a high hemline that showed plenty of leg, she was feeling great about her outfit “You almost ready, Lena?” She heard her husband call from the kitchen of their loft. “Of course, I wouldn’t want to be late! I haven’t seen Natalie in nearly a year.” At this she left her gorgeous reflection and walked to the kitchen, where she saw another gorgeous sight, her husband Ben. Three years into their marriage and he still looked as sexy as the day they first met. He still went to the gym every day so he could maintain his tight abs and v shaped figure. “C’mon, let’s go.” I said while grabbing her purse, “The restaurant is just a few blocks away so