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The solemn ringing of a bell filled the dark serpentine and maze-like halls from the dungeon, and soon said halls were turned into well-lit and straight paths easy to traverse.
The young Jaguar holding the rustic handbell was marveled at the power of such a normal looking object. Making the crane standing next to him chuckle a little at his awestruck face.
Varyan: "I forget this is your first time down here rookie, never gotten to experience life outside that small town of yours I see? Must be pretty boring."
The athletic crane flicked his head letting his luscious bangs out his face, teasing the shorter but stouter feline.
Trurk: "Well, not all of us have been born with a silver spoon up our arse, Sir Varyan…"
The jaguar shot back at his companion without delay, he's been getting tired of his treatment and elitist comments towards him ever since he arrived.
Both now glaring daggers at each other, they soon started a petty back and forth between the two, making the older otter in front of them squeeze his temples in frustration.
Karver: "Enough!"
His deep commanding voice resounded all across the halls, making the two arguing knights tense up and stand in attention.
Both: "Sorry Sir!"
Despite the fact that they were much taller than him, the other was built like a castle wall and could easily fold them in two if he wanted to, but it wasn't his strength alone that commanded respect. His decorated career as a former captain of the royal guard, his nobility and leadership contributed greatly to his image of a great leader.
He also had an eye for talent, Varyan's magic proficiency allowed him to send familiars all across the dungeon, keeping all rescue parties communicated and Trurk's tracking skills were the best he had seen in ages. The two made a great team, too bad they were both too proud to acknowledge each other's gifts.
Captain Karver: "Remember what we're here for, we need to find the two fools that entered the dungeon two days ago. Hopefully we'll be able to haul the fat bastards ourselves once we find them…"
Varyan: "Sir, if I may, those who witnessed the two said they didn't have any protective charms with them, I don't think we can expect them to be very… mobile at this point."
Trurk: "Huh? I thought they were wearing enchanted medallions with them, at least that's what I heard from one of the reports."
Varyan: "They were wearing medallions, yes, but those were dupes made by this cult that worship the late king as a God of Feasts or something. They like watching adventures go in and then coming out triple their size and wanting more, in fact, many afflicted by this curse gave up on adventuring and became members of the same cult. Of course, once they belong to the cult, they're forbidden from entering the dungeon anymore. The ones that managed to slip by are the ones that have become permanent guests at the Hall of Endless Banquets, where their lardy bodies keep on swelling bigger and bigger to no end…"
Captain Karver had a vision of the former captain and his friend; a legend of war like him. A draft horse as tall and imposing as a redwood tree. The epitome of health, well, at least he was. Nowadays he spends his retirement days laying on a custom-made divan, mountainous gut spilling on the floor, his unshaven face smeared with food that his flabby arms resting on his cushion sized breasts keep on shoving inside his gluttonous mouth.
Captain Karver: "A cruel fate indeed…"
Trurk heard him say that, but it wasn't with lament, maybe disdain? Looking at the food that still lined up the hallways. Not even the holy magics of the bell were able to get rid of it. The delicious aromas lined up the place from head to toe, no wonder anyone that's hungry would fall prey to this place.
Trurk had always had a hearty appetite, so even when he stuffed himself to gills with food before coming here, just like everyone else from the rescue squad, he felt drawn to the many fancy dishes this place presented. Feeling peckish, he felt his hand stretching to pluck a juicy grape hanging from a silver platter when his wrist was caught by and armored hand.
Captain Karver: "What do you think you're doing son?"
The captain spoke with a stern tone has he effortlessly held Trurk's hand in place.
Trurk: "I-I don't… Ah, well..-"
Varyan: "Come over here, I sense something!"
Varyan yelled at his two companions and was puzzled as to why was his captain pulling Trurk's hand as if making sure he was following him, but looking at the jaguar's folded ears, he surmised he was about to do something foolish but was stopped right on time. He would find out later, right now what mattered was what was behind the wall.
Varyan: "I can sense the presence of two living beings behind this wall!"
Captain Karver: "Are you sure?"
Varyan: "Yes sir! It's faint, but I can feel them…"
Captain Karver looked at Trurk and the jaguar gave him an affirmative nod, he pulled the blessed handbell and made it ring. Soon the walls were moving and shaping into an archway leading to a massive room with poor lightning. But even then, they were taken aback.
Inside the room, the two adventurers had been transferred into mountains of lard, unable to escape the never-ending feeding session they're being part off, not that it seems like they wanted to just by looking at the vacant expression in their swollen faces that kept on munching in all the food materializing in front of them.
The tree knights were too stumped to form a sentence, until Captain Karver regained some composure.
Captain Karver: "Varyan, send word outside that we found the two missing… and also to prepare the sturdiest wagons they can find, they might need to enhance them with magic, they're gonna need to support the heavy road ahead of them."
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The young Jaguar holding the rustic handbell was marveled at the power of such a normal looking object. Making the crane standing next to him chuckle a little at his awestruck face.
Varyan: "I forget this is your first time down here rookie, never gotten to experience life outside that small town of yours I see? Must be pretty boring."
The athletic crane flicked his head letting his luscious bangs out his face, teasing the shorter but stouter feline.
Trurk: "Well, not all of us have been born with a silver spoon up our arse, Sir Varyan…"
The jaguar shot back at his companion without delay, he's been getting tired of his treatment and elitist comments towards him ever since he arrived.
Both now glaring daggers at each other, they soon started a petty back and forth between the two, making the older otter in front of them squeeze his temples in frustration.
Karver: "Enough!"
His deep commanding voice resounded all across the halls, making the two arguing knights tense up and stand in attention.
Both: "Sorry Sir!"
Despite the fact that they were much taller than him, the other was built like a castle wall and could easily fold them in two if he wanted to, but it wasn't his strength alone that commanded respect. His decorated career as a former captain of the royal guard, his nobility and leadership contributed greatly to his image of a great leader.
He also had an eye for talent, Varyan's magic proficiency allowed him to send familiars all across the dungeon, keeping all rescue parties communicated and Trurk's tracking skills were the best he had seen in ages. The two made a great team, too bad they were both too proud to acknowledge each other's gifts.
Captain Karver: "Remember what we're here for, we need to find the two fools that entered the dungeon two days ago. Hopefully we'll be able to haul the fat bastards ourselves once we find them…"
Varyan: "Sir, if I may, those who witnessed the two said they didn't have any protective charms with them, I don't think we can expect them to be very… mobile at this point."
Trurk: "Huh? I thought they were wearing enchanted medallions with them, at least that's what I heard from one of the reports."
Varyan: "They were wearing medallions, yes, but those were dupes made by this cult that worship the late king as a God of Feasts or something. They like watching adventures go in and then coming out triple their size and wanting more, in fact, many afflicted by this curse gave up on adventuring and became members of the same cult. Of course, once they belong to the cult, they're forbidden from entering the dungeon anymore. The ones that managed to slip by are the ones that have become permanent guests at the Hall of Endless Banquets, where their lardy bodies keep on swelling bigger and bigger to no end…"
Captain Karver had a vision of the former captain and his friend; a legend of war like him. A draft horse as tall and imposing as a redwood tree. The epitome of health, well, at least he was. Nowadays he spends his retirement days laying on a custom-made divan, mountainous gut spilling on the floor, his unshaven face smeared with food that his flabby arms resting on his cushion sized breasts keep on shoving inside his gluttonous mouth.
Captain Karver: "A cruel fate indeed…"
Trurk heard him say that, but it wasn't with lament, maybe disdain? Looking at the food that still lined up the hallways. Not even the holy magics of the bell were able to get rid of it. The delicious aromas lined up the place from head to toe, no wonder anyone that's hungry would fall prey to this place.
Trurk had always had a hearty appetite, so even when he stuffed himself to gills with food before coming here, just like everyone else from the rescue squad, he felt drawn to the many fancy dishes this place presented. Feeling peckish, he felt his hand stretching to pluck a juicy grape hanging from a silver platter when his wrist was caught by and armored hand.
Captain Karver: "What do you think you're doing son?"
The captain spoke with a stern tone has he effortlessly held Trurk's hand in place.
Trurk: "I-I don't… Ah, well..-"
Varyan: "Come over here, I sense something!"
Varyan yelled at his two companions and was puzzled as to why was his captain pulling Trurk's hand as if making sure he was following him, but looking at the jaguar's folded ears, he surmised he was about to do something foolish but was stopped right on time. He would find out later, right now what mattered was what was behind the wall.
Varyan: "I can sense the presence of two living beings behind this wall!"
Captain Karver: "Are you sure?"
Varyan: "Yes sir! It's faint, but I can feel them…"
Captain Karver looked at Trurk and the jaguar gave him an affirmative nod, he pulled the blessed handbell and made it ring. Soon the walls were moving and shaping into an archway leading to a massive room with poor lightning. But even then, they were taken aback.
Inside the room, the two adventurers had been transferred into mountains of lard, unable to escape the never-ending feeding session they're being part off, not that it seems like they wanted to just by looking at the vacant expression in their swollen faces that kept on munching in all the food materializing in front of them.
The tree knights were too stumped to form a sentence, until Captain Karver regained some composure.
Captain Karver: "Varyan, send word outside that we found the two missing… and also to prepare the sturdiest wagons they can find, they might need to enhance them with magic, they're gonna need to support the heavy road ahead of them."
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I do wonder what's the next possible story chapter would be for these blobs?
Would love to join those two in growing huge Always good to grow with friends!
Them lads look super big to be comfy beds x3 💦
and also... perfect to play with :3
and also... perfect to play with :3
even bigger so both them lads can have two big dergs laying on them 💙 x3
I do wonder what's the purposes turning someone into glutton? some demons draw emotional energy from pleasure of people getting stuffed or what? Or just a mischief?
While there is some hellish work at play, in this particular case, I just the curse from the late king. His extreme greed and his life of excess have transcended to the point that even though he might not be there in person, his undiluted desire remains as strong as ever to the point where the entire area surrounding his castle has given way to that peculiar phenomena.
So the spirit of late king is possessing living beings to continue on gorging? I do wonder if his influence would either turn lands barren, or to excessive ones? There's just various ways to perform gluttony curses.
The curse is slowly affecting the area surrounding the castle, adventures that have been there before and have gone down the underground dungeon and returned find themselves unable to keep eating. Many taverns, restaurants and food stalls liter the whole area, and everyone seems to be hungry most of the time. So you'll see plenty of overweight vendors and merchants around.
so do I understand clearly that this curse summons food out of thin air?
p.s. that, or curse affecting lands, thus exponentially more abundant crop growth, which brings excess?
That's where the demon factor comes into play. Now that the king's curse has become a vortex that pulls some of the underworld's phenomena into the real world. That's the reason why the castle's underground caverns have become a living labyrinth and the reason why the food appears out of nowhere. Demos also take advantage of this to a certain degree by preying on the corruptive effects of the place.
And no, the effects of the place just affect the people themselves, to the point where an apple pie eaten in the dungeon would be much more tastier to the point of being addictive compared to one outside of the dungeon despite tasting the same. Is just their minds being controlled and indoctrinated into giving in to gluttony
And no, the effects of the place just affect the people themselves, to the point where an apple pie eaten in the dungeon would be much more tastier to the point of being addictive compared to one outside of the dungeon despite tasting the same. Is just their minds being controlled and indoctrinated into giving in to gluttony
and demons on that side harvest the pleasure energy that comes from people affected by gluttony curse?
I wonder what could happen next if dungeon would have a lot of gluttons eventually.
And my guess is that demons are interested in keeping their gluttons as long as possible?
I wonder what could happen next if dungeon would have a lot of gluttons eventually.
And my guess is that demons are interested in keeping their gluttons as long as possible?
EXACTLY!
The pocket dimension where the center of the dungeon is, The Hall of Endless Banquets, keeps on growing in size the more "guests" it gets, and as the guest keep on reaching blob like proportions, the hall keeps on expanding to accommodate more guests ready to become permanent residents of the place. Besides, the room needs to expand to allow more people on the table
The pocket dimension where the center of the dungeon is, The Hall of Endless Banquets, keeps on growing in size the more "guests" it gets, and as the guest keep on reaching blob like proportions, the hall keeps on expanding to accommodate more guests ready to become permanent residents of the place. Besides, the room needs to expand to allow more people on the table
Interesting.
And what is the eventual conclusion to all these glutton "guests"? Is their life is perpetually supported?
Also, when I spoke about curse spreading, I thought that this dungeon offloads the "fertilizer" outside the dungeon for lands to grow more abundant. Or the food is 100% absorbed into body?
I'm just excited to know about your fiction.
And what is the eventual conclusion to all these glutton "guests"? Is their life is perpetually supported?
Also, when I spoke about curse spreading, I thought that this dungeon offloads the "fertilizer" outside the dungeon for lands to grow more abundant. Or the food is 100% absorbed into body?
I'm just excited to know about your fiction.
They guests keep on eating and growing, but those who have been there the longest and have lost all sense of self are "plucked" from the place and taken to the underworld to serve as garbage disposals since at that point eating is the only thing in their minds.
As for the "offload" I never thought about it, It could be like the food is all absorbed into the body, but the fertilizer idea doesn't sound bad, it could also be used as a method of punishment in the hellish part of the underworld, or it could have a more sinister use. Like saying all the succulent food is actually a grand illusion and the guests are just eating the "offload" in and endless cycle. And since their minds are being manipulated into thinking everything tastes much better inside the dungeon, none the wiser. There's plenty of possibilities.
As for the "offload" I never thought about it, It could be like the food is all absorbed into the body, but the fertilizer idea doesn't sound bad, it could also be used as a method of punishment in the hellish part of the underworld, or it could have a more sinister use. Like saying all the succulent food is actually a grand illusion and the guests are just eating the "offload" in and endless cycle. And since their minds are being manipulated into thinking everything tastes much better inside the dungeon, none the wiser. There's plenty of possibilities.
There's definitely many options.
Especially considering the how each individual is influenced by the curse. Some may get lost in gluttony entirely, some may be mostly into gluttony, where there's something else in their mind, some go into gluttony and fat body worship.
I also thought if such dungeon could be a solution to famine if that would happen, and people would have to adapt to live a fat life, when some are able to do something else, while still being greedy hogs.
And yes, fatties are at each demon's mercy at this point. Either be used as a pet, or something else like that...
well, yeah... that fertilizer could be used in sinister ways.
Although I'd prefer turning a person into obese hog taken in more happier tone.
But hey, up to you. I was curious how you'd spin the story forwards, after all.
writing this comment isn't much, but I was pondering my wording for hour...
Especially considering the how each individual is influenced by the curse. Some may get lost in gluttony entirely, some may be mostly into gluttony, where there's something else in their mind, some go into gluttony and fat body worship.
I also thought if such dungeon could be a solution to famine if that would happen, and people would have to adapt to live a fat life, when some are able to do something else, while still being greedy hogs.
And yes, fatties are at each demon's mercy at this point. Either be used as a pet, or something else like that...
well, yeah... that fertilizer could be used in sinister ways.
Although I'd prefer turning a person into obese hog taken in more happier tone.
But hey, up to you. I was curious how you'd spin the story forwards, after all.
writing this comment isn't much, but I was pondering my wording for hour...
The famine idea is very good. I image adventurers actually going there to eat their fill when they don't have much gold to spare. And at this point the surrounding area has started to develop into a whole town that uses the dungeon like some sort of tourist trap.
And yes, is good to leave room for the reader to make their own interpretation of the outcomes, and possible future scenarios. I do like happy endings too, hehe.
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And yes, is good to leave room for the reader to make their own interpretation of the outcomes, and possible future scenarios. I do like happy endings too, hehe.
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Oh yes, but I'd also leave room for writer as well. Because if story demands specific things, I can't go against it, so I hope I don't limit you with my pushy suggestions.
I wonder if some demons might target the curse on themselves or the demon lord himself does that as well to entice people to become like them, while they just eat nice dishes and belly bump each other.
And again, write story in the way you find best. there's too many people with their gourmand tastes and each writer can fulfill some of them.
I probably should start writing too... Although I barely read any full fledged book, which I should fix sometime.
But hey, I'm glad we are able to nicely indulge on this topic together.
I wonder if some demons might target the curse on themselves or the demon lord himself does that as well to entice people to become like them, while they just eat nice dishes and belly bump each other.
And again, write story in the way you find best. there's too many people with their gourmand tastes and each writer can fulfill some of them.
I probably should start writing too... Although I barely read any full fledged book, which I should fix sometime.
But hey, I'm glad we are able to nicely indulge on this topic together.
Thank you, and yes. I love hearing about different perspectives. And you don't have to start big. Heck, I'm barely even tipping my toes on the whole writing subject. Since English is not my first language it's makes writing stuff take longer than I'd like, but it's fun nonetheless.
ngl I'm interested to learn more about that former-captain draft horse~
Gotta admit I didn't have much on Sir Filippus other than the name. Only snippets I ended up not putting on the story at the end. But he certainly was the picture perfect of restrain and sternness, unlike his present self.
Fair enough, the story certainly doesn't have to dwell on him, but can't help if a picture perfect of restrain and sternness learning to relax and let go is one of my favorite wg tropes ^^
He was overdue for retirement anyways, the only reason he stuck around to lead the rescue squad was because he felt indebted to the kingdom. But since his presence interfered with the machinations of some of the members of the royal court, he had to be dealt with. Replacing his protective medallion for dud took carefully planning but it certainly payed off in the end. Not even his iron will could resist the curse in the end. He remembered his gorging episode with shame, and was struck with depression for a while. But then little by little started to enjoy the new perspective of life it brought upon him. Since no one needed him to drag his massive rump around, he could finally relax and enjoy with abandon all the pleasures he denied himself for so long. And thanks for his large years of service, he has enough gold and land to keep his living in indulgence and self gratification for the rest of his days. The reason why Sir Karver shows disdain towards his former friend is because he spent his entire life admiring him and emulating him, and now after seeing him in such a state, he can't stop feeling a little angry at him.
Who can blame him, when the dam bursts best to find the silver lining of such situation! Maybe Karver will learn to lighten up a bit someday, and until then I'd be happy to talk about scribbling up a design for the ex-captain sometime ^^
I'd love that! Perhaps Sir Karver should pay him another visit, he should've retired too a while ago anyways. Let them old warriors finally have their moments of peace along with some good grub. <3
great to see how these two who were previously in good shape ended up turning into such big and soft mountains of fat, it's something super mega cool. I really liked the story. I wish I could see another part of this story to find out if these two became fatter or returned to their original shapes.
I'm so glad you line it. Who knows, maybe in the future 😉
Or you can watch a similar story but with other adventurers or you can watch the story of the former captain to see how he ended up being a mountain of fat.
Also another doubt that I have is that Ichma and Adam in the drawing show that they want more food and to be fatter. My doubt is if this is due to the king's curse or they have already accepted their new form and want to be fatter. .
Is slightly different for everyone, in their case. They're still under some hypnotic-like power. Once they fully recover, they're going to be pretty shocked lol
Yes, it would be interesting if they were both taken out of the dungeon and lost hypnosis to see their reactions to seeing their new bodies and feeling it.
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