okay, well, in that case, I'll try for something this weekend about Morathi conducting a fat ritual...

So i have a few plot ideas(was ment to do thos before halloween but exhaustions a bitch). Vote on which you'd want - Vasquez inducting a new ghost. (contains force feeding. Teasing. And my attempt at horror/comedic horror) - a halloween/thanksgiving style feast for the freed(contains stuffing. Lots of dumb lesbain stuff. And maybe vore) - a captive sister of battle corrupted by feeding(contains weight gain. Corruption. And likely slob) 1. So a ghost is going through evaluation. And a test is to go through a dark maze before Vasquez stuffs/bloats her too much to move. 2. Kinda obvious but well its a massive feast in the spirit of halloween and thanksgiving. Lots of drunk lesbains stuffing themselves and each other. Ending with some of the higher ups scarfing down captive sisters 3. Some chaotica sororita try to corrupt a sister. Pampering and feeding her as she plumbens and her will and faith slowly wittles away

>>3208 Voting for 3

>>3208 Voting for 3 also.

>>3208 Vote for 3

Been quite a while, isn't it? Don't worry, my dudes and dudettes, I have not forgotten my 40k homies. https://www.deviantart.com/m00nliner/art/Time-To-Melt-40k-WG-OC-dark-Part-I-907438114

There is a common saying in the imperial guard, that kit comes in too sizes. Too big, or too small. In effect, this owes itself to the common standardisation of forge worlds and production blocks, each producing armours and clothes set to mean standards of the local segmentum’s average heights, masses, foot sized and bodily morphology, so that while a good forge master may account for many different sizes, the guardsman tends to only find the two. In some especially rare instances, two sizes alone may not present themselves. Often as the result of abhuman traits or particularly unique, and thereby unconsidered morphologies. One instance of such happens to be the 103rd Atachilian Reserves. A female regiment standard drawn from the ice world of Atachilia, which typically provides two other regiments per tithing due to overpopulation, with the Reserve being made up of those forces seen as unfit for combat duty. Due to cultural and environmental nature as a resource low world of biting cold and high physical exertion, members of the population have adapted to a hyper-efficiant digestive system and low metabolism. Typically, this kind of adaptation is seen as ideal in imperial forces, as soldiers can survive for longer without food, and still function to a standard, and when fed normal amounts are capable of heightened combat ability. Even the vaunted warriors of the Adeptus Astartes, boast of a similar adaptation to fuel their extremely active physiology. In less disciplined regiments however, in particular the Atachilian Reserves, this adaptation reliably results in extremely impressive displays of obesity, even for their sturdy people, once the Regiment has left the planet. Typically, this is corrected somewhat, once the Commissariat gains placement in the Regiment, though the obesity is rare to correct fully, and the resulting regiment can be deployed to moderate effect in garrison or patrol regards. However, in the case of the 103rd, the transport ship “Lockheads Whale” they were posted to had developed a shipboard culture, an occurrence common to the myriad tribes and societies located in such large bulk hauler craft, where lineages of void born may live and die and succeed each other. In this instance, the culture came with a sexual selective preference for individuals of mass or bulk, seeing them as more healthy, fertile, successful or sexually erotic. The 103rd, already spilling out of their kit, or unable to do up their uniforms over their bodies at the time, took on an almost fetishistic role to the crew of “Lockheads Whale”. Three Commissars were dispatched to the regiment, under the guidance of Commissar Perulan Devatos, whom based on his recovered log files, did not approve of the state of the guardswomen presented to him. An excerpt is presented within this summary to detail his personal opinion, but also more adequately describe the regiment. -Commissar Preulan Devatos. Memoirs. “The sight of them is an affront to the good image of his Imperial Hammer! It is almost a miracle how a bunch of women, Guardswomen no less, can be so comedically immense. They barely seem human with such heavy jowls and bloated forms and the sweat! It’s a testament to the glory of the human form that they’re still able to walk under all that bulk, though they puff and wheeze and cough and splutter for air, whining and grunting and snorting like pigs under the terrible exertion of wobbling themselves forward. They can’t even dress themselves in their own uniforms. They wear these skirts, made from strips of dyed cloth that hold enough material for a man to sleep under, yet still cannot give them dignity. Their flak armour hangs from around where a neck would be on any human woman, and sits over their fatty sternum's like a feeding bib for an infant, while their buttoned shirts, far too small to close across their bodies, barely sit over their sagging breasts by some mixture of luck and gravity. Their bellies sag down past their knees, and thrust out from their bodies far enough to move and sway independently of the rest of their soft bodies. Arguably the worst of it comes from the damn ship crew though. At least the Lieutenant in charge, a woman called Alexia, whom I refused flatly to respect in any kind of command sense, at least had the awareness to look ashamed of herself and her mockery of a Regiment. The ship crew seem to treat the sweating insults to Imperial might like they’re Saints sent by the Emperor himself. They have youths and aids who carry their lazguns for them! Who carry food for them and help them to shamble their immensity from point A to B! Children rub their bellies for luck, while any crew member pampers them at any provocation.” From here, Commissar Devatos devolves into an increasingly emotional rant on his dislike for the shipboard culture, irritation at his duties, and plans to rectify the issue, which did seem to excessive cruelty. It is believed that Commissar Devatos, along with his contingent, were slain shortly after arrival by disgruntled shipmen, as no further reports were found, and a dock workers report of a docked ship matching the “Lockheads Whale”, seemed to confirm women of a similar size. -Dockworker Ishmael Jennings. Report 126428/2389402.03 “I mean, it aint that weird, ya know. Voidborn ‘nd ship crews ‘nd all all have their things goin’ on in ‘em. Part o’ why I like the job. See all kinda people. This one, I was just done makin’ sure there was a good connection between a couple a servo’s, and I come across a bunch o’ crew standing around this one figure. Big las, an’ I mean big big lass. Was only her movin’ her arms around that told me she was actually a person, she looked like loose storage an’ there weren’t many clear give-aways. She had this big ol’ gut, going down to where I guessed her shins would be, an’ the rest o’ her weren’t any smaller I tell you that. It looked like they were trying’ to help the lass get up. Weren’t haven’ an easy time of it though, ’specially not her, she was red and sweating all over and in a fair bit of distress, where a lot of ‘em were trying to calm her down. I’d a taken half a look and gone for the power lifter myself, digression be damned she was a damn big lass. Funny sight, had a chuckle a bit, but I moved on.” This would seem to suggest the 103rd Atachillian Reserves regiment did not undergo remedial training, and remains currently at large, pun intended. While this case is concerning in some regard, the effort and resources required to track down and perform remedial training on the regiment, would exceed the predicted best case results the regiment could provide for the Imperium, and thus, convenience and practicality would have us forget them, as their influence is low, and the chances of corruption is negligible in practical measures. But their example can serve some measure to provoke thought and prepare members of the order for exposure to myriad cultures and situations, and thusly are included in these annals. -Inquisitor Jennita Leshy, Ordo Hereticus. ‘The myriad Military Cultures of the Imperium."

Imagine a scenario for Total Warhammer where various female Legendary Lords try to break into Slaanesh's Realm but keep getting stopped by the Circle of Gluttony where they give into temptation and binge like no tomorrow before getting throw back out; each time coming back fatter and more in denial about their weight gain before finally hit immobility and become permanent residents. Or better yet, they become so big that they become part of the landscape, landmarks of unrestrained gluttony in the ever shifting realm of Chaos and testaments to the power of the Dark Prince(ss).

Okay, that's...a good scenario....

>>3985 Hey Westmetal, I was wondering if you are still going to do finish the The Hag Queen's Horrible Gain story or it's been discontinued?

I've got a plan for at least one more chapter but not sure when.

>>3973 isnt there an actual ingame effect from going into nurgles realm which is something like "incessant bloating"? you could do something with that

Overhead, comets of crystalized sugar and clouds of whipped cream slowly made their way across a sky of liquid honey. Looking at the fattening horizon too long would make rains of honey and cream fall upon you, thousands of calories per minute. Looking at it longer and very suggestive shapes would appear in the sugary formations. Looking at it longer than that...well that didn't bear thinking of... Especially when Morgiana Le Fay had plenty of weighty issues on her mind. "This was foolish, foolish, foolish," the Fay enchantress muttered to herself, normally confident voice a moaning echo, "vanity beyond vanity...I had wagered my will could best this horrible land...and lost my body as a result." "Lost" was something of a metaphor. No, the most powerful human mage was not some bodiless specter, but her glamorous figure was just as gone. Inside her luxurious campaign tent, the blonde near-immortal was standing before the simple, six foot by three foot silver mirror she brought on campaign. As the loveliest woman in Brettonia, it behoved her to look good and inspire the knight's errant...and now she wished that she had never brought the damn thing with her! For in this hellish realm of illusions, the mirror showed the truth. That Morgiana had become horribly, gluttonously, frighteningly obese. Patricians features were buried under bulging apple cheeks, just as her sharp jawline and delicate neck had vanished under a sagging jowl. Narrow and delicate shoulders were broad as a peasant woman used to pulling a plow. Slender arms were thicker than a knight's waist, tricep flab starting to hang over her elbows while her sausage fingers were too thick for her magical rings. While her high and girlish breasts and expanded into heavy, lowing hanging melons, pink nipples stretched wide and turned brown. The sagging, graceless udders were each held up by an individual dress, a satin white garment that would have been once worth a peasant village's income for a decade. Now, they were stained and ripping, barely holding up the ludicrous bust that had once been the perkiest west of the world's edge mountains. "And it gets worse and worse every day, how can I stand this?" she moaned to herself, forcing her eyes to continue assessing the damage. Morgan's perfect wasp waist, 19 inches about even at the midwinter feast, was buried. Buried beneath a gut worthy of a woman at term with triplets, a 48' bulge that barely propped up her breasts. But the mage's stomach was soft as melted butter, beginning to bend at the middle and form a mocking smile as it split into two guts. Of bottomless capacity and demanding hunger, it was already grumbling with demands for more food. The only good thing about it was that it hung low enough to protect what was left of the Enchantress' dignity, not that much was left, as no skirt could be made to fit around her middle. No, apart from her impromptu bra, Morgana had to bear the brunt of hundreds of pounds of weight gain near nude. Pillowy sacks of love handle fat merged with dimpled hips and surging saddle bags to make a lumpy lower mid section. While the mage's lithe, narrow legs had exploded into sagging sacks of supple fat. The most girlish hips in Brettonia were too wide for her tower's doors and the couch cushions of her cellulite covered ass were too big for her unicorn mount, not that she'd subject the poor thing to her weight. No, the Fae enchantress was back to floating again. Once it had been easy as thought to float, now Morgana had to use most of the magic available to her to keep her swollen toes an inch off the ground. She didn't dare not float despite the waste of magical power, for she wasn't certain if she could bear the weight. "How did I fall so far, so fast? This was only my second attempt," Morgana moaned, kneading the meaty shelf of her stomach, "I...I was merely a little plump when I went into the realm of gluttony!" Normally self confident, the mage felt her eyes mist with tears. She wiped them away, knowing they were undignified of a powerful mage. But so was this bloated body, quadrupled or more in size after only two attempts at beating the realm of gluttony. A third time would likely be even worse, trapping Morgana in the realm of the Prince of Pleasure for ever...but what else could she do? Go back to Brettonia and show everyone just how hoggish she had become? .... all I got in me for today...

>>3991 Good to hear >>3996 Very nice

>>3995 I couldn't find anything about incessant bloating but I did find this. Plus, I wouldn't be opposed to seeing a more slob oriented version where the Legendary Ladies become brides of Nurgle in all their gravid, obese, gassy glory.

>>4002 no no, I INSIST theres a bloating debuff from nurgle, i saw an image of it

Been having a think Fey Enchantress, Morathi, Neferata etc would all just kinda get fat in the circle of gluttony Tzarina Katarin would try and focus the weight on her tits as shes flat as fuck but Alarielle? she'd easily turn into a massive slob, shes always been part of the uptight high elf lifestyle

Morathi would first try to deny she was getting fat, then be trying to shunt her weight into others and then claim she's always been fat... Interestingly, her AOS lore has her as a giant snake monster with an illusion of an elf queen to hide her being monstrous, with her getting mocked by nagash when the disguise fell . It would of course be better if she was an immovable blob...

Guess who’s back Back again M00n is back Tell a friend https://www.deviantart.com/m00nliner/art/Panem-Ex-Machina-II-Gangsters-Paradise-Part-I-922262395

Wrote a short story of WHFB Alarielle secretly being a fatass, but she uses life magic to disguise it meant to post it a few days ago but forgot https://pastebin.com/g87v7wjv

Oh you son of a bitch ...I was about to go to bed!

>>4611 This is some pretty great stuff. The premise kind of reminds me of Emi Isuzu from Tenjho Tenge who appears skinny and athletic but is actually obese.

>>3973 I didn't request or commission this but goddamn if it isn't on the money for what I had in mind when I read the Circle of Gluttony event

>>4616 isnt there a bloating debuff from hanging around the garden of nurgle in the game? "excessive bloating" or something?

>>3074 Sequel https://www.deviantart.com/twistedfantasy0/art/Grom-s-Corruption-of-Athel-Loren-wg-899424792

I had a conversation over discord a while back on what the different female LL’s favorite foods would be and how they would get fat off of them. Here are a few of our thoughts. Morathi – Chocolate/Burgers >My first thought was some sort of variation on chocolates because Lustria is geographically the Warhammer world’s equivalent to South America. As for the burgers, I like the idea that someone as vain as Morathi who would probably demand the finest everything, finest clothes, finest jewelry, and finest food and drinks would occasionally splurge on ‘lesser’ comfort food behind closed doors; particularly, if she remembers what happened between her and Aenarion, get depressed, holes herself up in her tower, and goes on a binge bender. Also, Naggaroth is geographically the North-America equivalent, so yeah America = burgers. Sisters of twilight- Bacon >This didn’t cross my mind but a pair of hippy elves falling in love with processed, fatty is beautifully ironic. I imagine Arahan (light-haired tomboy) being the type to not care about things like diets and eating what tastes good while Naestra (the dark-haired proper one) is the one who obsesses over her figure but has a binge eating problem. This dynamic would be especially interesting if, in addition to having their souls bound to one another, which is why so long as one of them is alive the other can resurrect, their physical traits are also connected, meaning that one gains weight the other gains proportionately. This leads to Naestra becoming increasingly exasperated when Arahan starts packing on the pounds, partially due to her new eating habits and partially just to spite her more uptight sister; at least, until Arahan notices her waistline expanding on its own and discovers that Naestra has been binge eating in secret. Allarieal- Cake >It’s a simple choice. Princess + Cake, what’s there not to like? Based on what I’ve read in the lore, Allarieal is the Elven equivalent of a 19-year-old, just out of adolescence but not fully mature and way too young for her position were it not for her predecessor’s untimely death. That kind of blend of immaturity and responsibility is the perfect setup for stress eating and being completely in denial of her weight gain. Let’s hope Tyrion is a chubby chaser. Tzarina Katarin- Ice cream/Syrniki >Ice cream for an ice witch? No-brainer. As for something more Russia-specific, I’d go with Syrniki, which is a type of sweetened cheese pancake with a texture similar to ricotta. As for how she gets fat, maybe in an attempt to make peace with Kostaltyn and his Great Orthodoxy, Katarin begins communing more closely with Ursun and subsequently develops more bear-like qualities, mainly a ravenous appetite in the summer followed by lethargy in the winter. Alternatively, because the power of the Ice Court seems linked to the land itself and vice-versa, Ursun’s return and the end of the long winter leads to an agricultural boom in the North which the inhabitants of Kislev fat and happy, their Tzarina especially so. Kalida- Honey >This was a tough one since I’m not particularly well versed in modern Egyptian cuisine, let alone ancient Egyptian cuisine. For what it’s worth, Arkhan the Black originally got his nickname not because he served Nagash but because his teeth were decayed and stained black from years of eating sweetmeats (dried fruit and candy) and fantasy chewing tobacco, so Nehekhara at least had candy. In the end, I decided on honey because honey was one of the items found in IRL pharaohs’ tombs and was even used in the process of embalming. Maybe for Queen Kalida the Mortuary Cult attempted to help preserve her natural beauty by soaking it in honey before mummifying it. While it did work making her much less decayed-looking than the other Tomb Kings, she also ended up retaining a lot of that honey making her bloated, sticky, and very sweet smelling. I’m on the fence about her hating this and her loving it and spending a lot of time licking herself. Either way, Neferata will probably get a laugh out of it, at least until Kalida decides to force feed her honey until she die-dies or turns back into a human. Isabella- Blood >She’s a vampire, that’s what they do. Maybe vampires have specific preferences for different types of blood. This opens the way for more interesting ideas. Blood on its own can become monotonous and as a result, the Midnight Aristocracy has developed an entire art for producing different tasting blood from their human chattel. Like actual livestock, their humans are raised and conditions to produce specific kinds of blood with unique qualities; blood from a diabetic would be sweet like syrup, someone with high cholesterol would taste rich like heavy cream, while another with hypertension would be fizzy like soda. I’d imagine that underneath Castle Drakenhof there is an entire farm for humans, particularly women, who are fed and fattened up specifically for this purpose. Most are kidnapped from outside of Sylvania due to its low population but some women volunteer for this either to escape starvation or hedonistic glee. Of course, Vlad enables Isabella’s blood addiction and even covers up her expanded figure by only commissioning paintings of her with her formerly thin frame. [Side note: I remember reading somewhere that Isabella became depressed after becoming a vampiress because she could no longer see her reflection. Noticing this, Vlad commissioned paintings of her to be placed over every mirror in Castle Drakenhof so she would simulate some part of being alive.] Repanse- Pastries, lots of pastries >Considering that she’s a former peasant shepherdess who spent most of her life either living hand to mouth and just above starving, I’d imagine that Repanse would have a ton of favorites once she was introduced to the variety of food available to the Brittonian nobility; cakes, pies, tarts, custards, puddings (of the plum and spotted dick varieties), etc. I can see her rapidly ballooning up once her crusade is over and she’s left with the much less physically intense job of governing a fiefdom and attending feasts. Nothing builds up an appetite like a lifetime of hunger. Maybe she even institutes a specific no-waste rule at feasts which inevitably leaves her stuffing herself senseless when the rest of her guests inevitably leave without finishing their plates. Morgana- Tarts >Before you ask, yes, this is a Monty Python reference. “You can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just ‘cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!” Beyond that, I’m honestly at a loss. Maybe to produce more grail water and thus more grail knights, she decides to become physically larger, becoming less a Lady of the Lake and more Whale of the Ocean. You know that the Brittonian frog-simps would be climbing over one another just to get a sip of that Lady of the Lake bath water regardless of all the crumbs and food bits floating in it. Miao Ying - Whole roasted pigs and I mean the WHOLE PIG. >She is, literally, a dragon, and a very large one at that. It would only make sense that she would have a dragon-like appetite. The shapeshifting also serves as a potentially useful story hook. While it is easy enough to handwave away all the extra mass going from dragon to human mode, what if one of Cathay’s enemies (probably Chaos) attempted to sabotage the defenses of the Great Bastion by robbing its commander of her ability to magic away all that extra flesh when she transforms. The result is that Miao Ying is immobile in her human form and barely mobile in her dragon form. Naturally, Imrik is in the same boat as Tyrion for this one so let’s hope he likes his women dragon-sized.

>>4955 I just realized that I forgot about Ariel. So, here's another story idea I came up for her specifically. In the Twisted and the Twilight DLC, the Skaven Lord Throt the Unclean's goal is to rid himself of the painfully, ravenous and constant hunger he acquired throughout his self-experimentation as Master Mutator of Clan Moulder on top of the Black Hunger all Skaven have and thinks that consuming the flesh of Ariel, the Avatar of the Elven Goddess Isha, will finally satiate him. What if instead of killing and eating Ariel, Throt decided to transfer his hunger to her via some sort of warp-sympathetic magic ritual? Throt gets what he wants, the end to his hunger, and Ariel is now forced to deal with an all-consuming hunger to rival any ogre but not the rapid metabolism that kept Throt relatively fit. As the result, Ariel transforms from the regal, ethereal demi-goddess of life into a near-mindless, gluttonous slob tended to by her former Emissaries/current-feeders, the Sisters of Twilight Naestra and Arahan, while her husband Orion is forced to pick Athel Loren clean of anything edible just to keep up with her demands. Take it one step further and it's possible that Isha herself was corrupted thanks to the ritual via her connection to her mortal avatar and all-female elves, including the twins, Alarielle, and Morathi, become afflicted by their own version of the Black Hunger, becoming irreparably lazy, hungry, and horny. Also for some added fun, a potential story based on this could switch perspectives back and forth between Throt and Ariel with Throt doing a Rocky-esque training montage as he gets back into shape while Ariel descends deeper and deeper into unrestrained gluttony. Throt becomes a 3-armed, ratman Fabio while Ariel is in a room-filling blob emitting enough gas to power a squadron of Thunderbarges.

>>4955 >>4956 I don't know and maybe the Great Maw goes into overdrive and becomes a 5th Chaos God, a god of hunger, gluttony, fat, etc. Basically usurps a lot of stuff from Slaanesh and Nurgle and creates a faction even more all about eating than the ogres and it corrupts all the female named characters or something. It's like Amazons + Ogres + horny

>>3054 >Cannon Sauce?

>>3054 Source?

Wish Tau got more love in terms hyper fat...Or, fat in general.

>>4991 There is a tragic lack of art for it. As logically, there is no real reason for tau warriors, once they hit Ui and earn a battlesuit, to not be fat as all fuck. >More fat means greater disease resistance. >Better tolerance to impacts due to padding bulk. >Additional tolerance comes from greater contact with the machine and the body, preventing shaking by simply not having the space to shake inside. >Able to last longer without food. >Have early warning override systems so they don't need to be mentally sharp. >Have mechanical joints so they don't need to be physically fit. Truly the ideal build for a fire caste battlesuit pilot is "poured into her mecha, and then squeezed". Do the more senior members get juniors tasked with fetching them food?

>>5385 Yes

>>4961 The Emperor's legion I think

>>5385 >The Tau Hammerhead and Skyray gunships. >Both based off of the Devilfish chassis, but both have space taken up by extra ammunition and capacitors (in the hammerhead's case, which means a hundred or so metal pencils and some capacitors, of which the skyray has neither), sensory systems (which the Tau have optimized very well and already process significantly, to the outside of the craft), and non-combat functions such as climate control and crew support. >And despite being relatively mobile, heavily armoured, and carrying large firepower, hammerhead and skyray gunships are often eschewed in favour of battlesuits, and kept to the back lines, with little hot action and chance for advancement. >Carry capacity in the Devilfish: 13+. One pilot, 12 fire warriors/pathfinders/breechers, plus attached gear such as drones or sentry guns. >Carry capacity in the Hammerhead: 3. A pilot, a commander who operates the main gun, and a gunner who operates the drones. >Carry capacity in the Skyray: 2. A pilot, and a gunner to tend the seeker missiles (which generally fired by control of another targeter) >It is physically impossible to fit any more crew or personnel inside either vehicle. Are gunships just designed for fire warriors that got so eager to boss their juniors around, and so happy being gluttonous for their greater good, that they got too fat to fit even a battlesuit, and needed to be pawned off to a backfield role with less attention on them? Gunship piloting would allow them to spend the entire time sitting down.

>>356 >>357 Finally got around to re-writing the prologue for a story based on this prompt. https://pastebin.com/bykSxAAM Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Especially for suggestions or ideas on where the story can go next.

finished some fantasy stories recently, figured I'd share. one about Miao Ying succumbing to her own vanity and hedonism https://www.deviantart.com/corngamer11/art/The-Curvy-Castellan-of-Cathay-946284824 And one about a dark elf fattening up his pet Bloodwrack Medusa https://www.deviantart.com/corngamer11/art/Kiss-Me-You-Animal-939938572 Enjoy! Or don't. Either way, I'm keen to hear what people think of them.

The first part of a Fatty Sororitas story. Will post planet and Order details later, if anyone wants to contribute ideas or characters for me to eventually continue the story with. Alko was a weary man. At 17, many civilizations would still call him a boy. Yet upon Uaza, life was harder, and by the age of 16, when Alko had set off from his nomadic tribe in pilgrimage, he was as much a man as any could ask. That had been near a year and a half ago now. A year and a half of near total isolation, broken only by the rare occasions he’d crossed the path of another tribe. There, he’d had to hide, while their warriors passed, and resist the urge, the temptation, to chance into their camp and steal some meat. He was not the biggest of men, and he was alone. Alko was not unable to hunt, over his travels. But for all his manliness, he was still young, and there was only so much one lone hunter could do by himself. At first, he had set off singularly fixated upon his goal, only catching game by opportunity, when they passed him by. He had withered then, lost weight. He had had to adapt, set snares, take time to kill animals, and then to properly prepare their meat to last. People didn’t always come back. The Pilgrimage of Manhood, was made alone, to the Shankt, the heart of Imperial faith upon Uaza. The other men had deliberately spoken little of it, and Alko knew precious little, save that he was to travel norwest, and that he was searching for a settlement that did not move. He was to find the Shankt, and pray before it, under the watch and blessings of the Sisterhood, the Daughters of the All-Chief. It was to be a mentally and spiritually enlightening feat. In journey, and in destination. To pray with the very Daughters of the All-Chief himself. To go to their dwelling place, to see them. But he did know that survival was not guaranteed, even before he set off. He was so very weary. The ground was not difficult, but the several months had taken their toll on him, and each day he felt he walked a little bit less. Though he knew not what they looked like, he’d dreamed of the moment ever since he was a boy. His first encounter came when he made it to the valleys, and found them teeming with life. He’d subsisted the first two days off of fruits and vegetation, but the third day he chose to forestall his pilgrimage to hunt. He strung his bow, tuned his ears, and crept off into the foliage. He heard the Sister before he saw her. She practically announced herself with her breathing, sucking down, then expelling air, uncaring of if her noise attracted the attention of predators, or scared off game. He admitted, when he first layed eyes upon her, he did not acquit himself well. Instead of bowing or offering up prayer, he had simply stared and gawked for several good seconds. But how could he be blamed for that? The daughter of the All-Chief was enormous. Easily a head taller than Alko, and at least twice, if not thrice his weight. Her boots, gloves, blackpack, and whatever it was that covered her neck and shoulders, were not made out of hide or wood, but flawless black stone, perfect in construction. But her body was what caught his interest. Alko simply could not fathom that humans could be so large. Heaving teats larger than his own head, covered in triangular strips of cloth, hung either side of a belly so large, it may have weighed as much as he did himself. Quivering slightly at each of her powerful breaths, stretched out more than a forearms length from her core, wrapped around her body and hung down over halfway down her meaty thighs, like the softest, warmest of skirts. He could not have imagined her in his wildest dreams, but concluded that this was absolutely the appropriate image, nature, for a daughter of the All-Chief. He could not tell if her womanhood was covered. Deep fleshy rolls gave no clue if they held anything, and her hanging belly covered much. Could she simply be content to let her belly act as a skirt for her modesty? Could skirts be mere imitation of these Sisters? He forced such lewd thoughts from his mind and finally bowed and offered his prayer. “Blessed Sister, Daughter of the All-Chief, please forgive my lacking senses. I come for pilgrimage to the Sankt.” “Noli arcum, puer pulcher. Gaudeo te inhio in corpore meo.” He had no idea what she’d just said. Was this the sacred language of the faith? It was… strange. He felt her larger, stone hand rest under his chin, tilting his head up. That soft, fleshy apron was so close, even as she turned to her side somewhat. At her hands gesture, he stood. He could hardly keep his eyes off of her. “Pulchra puer, es periculosa meae virtuti. Si me tam cupide spectes.” In a supreme feat of will, he tore his eyes off of her rising and falling bosom, and looked up at her face. He was smaller then her, and her strange dark stone neck armour with its golden skull sitting on the weird plant-spear thing, covered the lower half of her features. Yet her features were young, framed in chin length hair, and her eyes were steely, strong and convicted. “I. Thank you, for your blessing, Sister.” He saw her eyes crease slightly. Perhaps he had not offered too great a disrespect? Were they used to reactions such as his. Probably, he imagined. He had a hard time believing of anyone else who’d ever see a woman so big and fat anywhere else. “Sentiam cupiditatem inter femora mea. Come, pilgrim. Dwell with me tonight. You are not far from the Sankt, and there is no reason to rush the final steps of your journey.” [Will post planet

>>6217 Your stories are enjoyable, and the main warhammer 40k opus about Elise was a corpus of writing that brought me great joy. It had all things that clicked for me. Cheers, man. Also, I've made a character card for Elise to chat with her in sillytavern (that's merely an ui to stich and format text together gathered from the llm api). I've used claude 2.0, but I've encountered a number of issues in the process. It didn't feel as good to read as your writing, lol.

>>2889 'Perhaps discipline did have a point', Kyla mused, taking in another deep breath through her teeth. Her ankles were sore, and her face felt red and flushed as she made her slow way through the barracks. Their campaign to Agrippa IV had been costly. Dearly so. 40% losses, all the command staff, bar herself, a lieutenant, and two adjutants, dead to an assassin's bomb. The world was a backwater, a mere million or so souls, populating three meager hives, all under the yoke of the now-deceased Vorth bloodline, a 'divinely appointed' idiot tyrant, who wasn't even willing to re-arm the forces sent to his own world to secure it, so that he wouldn't lose is own personal assets. It didn't save him from retribution, when his own betrayal had come. Their astropaths and commanders dead, and with such a hard campaign, the men and women of the regiment had run rampant, and taken their spoils, pillaging the upper hive, alongside the vengeful citizenry, spilling into churches and looting all the gold and silver and fine things they could. Even the men and women of... comely appearances. Kyla lumbered around the corner, lungs burning, and slowly, deliberately, forced one leg up a single stair, thighs wrestling with the hanging weighty apron of her belly. Then she braced, breathed in, and forced it to straighten, bringing the other leg up quickly, as the first one trembled. Her pudgy fingers gripped the banister clumsily, but tightly, as she put what weight she could over it. By the second step, her thighs burnt, and her hips throbbed. But she set her jaw, found a breathing rhythm, and kept going. The mood, once the initial days of raping and looting in abandon petered away, was uncertain. Priests had been killed, churches sacked, and the Vorth bloodline, divinely mandated by the Emperor and High Lords, to rule Agrippa, had been slain by their doing. There was a tension. An apprehension in the air, in the guardsmen. They knew they'd crossed the line, that they'd let their despair at the sacrifices in the name of their duty get the better of them. They feared what the Commissar would do. Kyla supposed she could have kept them on the straight and narrow, perhaps. But there was just as great a chance that she, alone as she was, would suffer a grenade to the sleeping quarters by those men too desperate or fearful to obey. And Kyla was truly never the best of Commissars. Her hindbrain wanted to stop, to rest her muscles and catch her breath. But Kyla knew from experience, that she's never catch her breath just standing up. Standing itself was a drain on her stamina, so she willed the pain down and pushed on. She'd never been the perfect model of the Sash. She'd caroused with the men, even bedded some of them. So when the time came, and that murderous tension came, she'd made show of her camaraderie. And in truth, she was hardly against it. Their tour of service in the Imperium's name had been unforgiving. Now she could make manifest her most casual wants and needs, as one of the new 'elite' of this lonely little agri world. If she wanted to shoot a bunch of people, she didn't need to write any paperwork or justify herself to any priests or commanders. If she wanted to screw, she could find and detain any number of thousands of good looking, eager servants. And if she wanted food or drink... Kyla wasn't a very good Commissar. By the time she made it to the top of the single flight of stairs, she was gasping and sucking down air, red-faced, and dripping with sweat. A hand worked its way around to a shelf-like hip, and she leant back, to let her lungs breathe a little easier. There were members of her regiment on this floor, and she felt the glances and stares her arrival had drawn. In years gone by, they'd be shouting, and all forming up, neat and tidily toeing the line. Now, they merely nodded, or waved. Even the man, fucking a serving girl on a countertop, right there in the hallway, didn't even stop. Not all of them had abandoned discipline fully. At least half of the Regiment was still, to a degree, fighting fit, and the majority of the rest could be made to be with some PT. The difference was that instead of abstinence from temptations and soldierly conduct, they were fucking civilians and hunting hivers for sport. She wasn't the only one in her state. There had to be others who's temptation, who's vice, had been the myriad delicacies and sweat treats of food and drink to be found. But most of them didn't leave their chosen chambers, she imagined. But old habits died hard, and Kyra was fond of making the rounds, seeing the men, and going to her meetings with the Lieutenant. A nude man all but skipped past, and pressed himself into her fleshy flank as he went, erection hard against her clammy bulk. His left hand, cupping her breast and squeezing at the enormous mass, startled her so much that the second groping paw that struck her backside hard enough to make her back jiggle, came completely by surprise. "Reportin' for duty, Commissar." He breathed excitedly at her, before detaching himself from her before her arm could work itself up to shove him away herself. She wanted to reprimand him, but needed to let the air out first. After the next breath, the grunted "Oi", was too muffled to make it to the retreating figure. There was no use trying to chase him down, or follow him up. Not at her weight, and lack of fitness. And she needed to stay on-side with her men. So she huffed, and rolled her eyes good-naturedly, and grunted herself into motion. By the time she made it to the doors, she was blinking the sweat from her eyes, and almost moaning or whimpering with every footfall and exhalation. Her old coat, draped over her back with chain, clung to her every fold and crevasse with all the sweat, and had slipped slightly down between her ass cheeks, as had the loose, slitted skirt, her only other item of clothing, past her boots, her hat, and the Sash that hung from her waistband, instead of around her waist now. In the years since their official crossing into a Regiment of Renegades, casual nudity had become commonplace. And she wasn't going to let an outdated sense of dress code stifle her any more than she already was. She was bare from the waist up nearly, and her skirt was thin and delicate and slit either side, and she was still nearly cooking inside, no mind the sweat. The guards grinned friendly, comradely grins, and opened the doors for her at the flick of a finger and a tired nod. If she'd needed to announce herself, Kyla would probably have had to wait at least five minutes, seated on a bench, with a cold drink. The inside of the private dining room was as it always was. The floor was well carpeted, walls covered in drapes and cushions, and there were two wide, opulent chairs around a low dining table. Wheezing and heart hammering in her ears, Kyla finally made her way over to her resting place. She barely paid any mind to the throng of servants who, eyes to the floor, pulled out her chair and paced around her. Nor to the Lieutenant, nude as she was, in her own chair. Her fat fingers struggled to find purchase against the slick blubber of her belly, but with the practice of years she grasped the offending apron long enough to heft it up with a grunt, pulling everything above it that much more up to her face. Just barely enough to make it over the table. The air, perfumed and cloying, felt cold against her sticky, now open neathers. She sighed in relief, even as she felt the chair be pushed in behind her, and several hands guide her to let her bulk drop, violently, downwards. The painful digging of the armrests into her ass bought out a whimper, but the Commissar's sheer weight would not be denied, and she felt herself slowly, as always, slipping lower, before one ass cheek slipped through, and then another. It was a pinch, but it was better than feeling like she was sinking into herself. Her chair groaned and bowed slightly underneath her. When they'd first begun these meetings in this room, in the days after deposing the mad Governor, there had been room to seat three Kyla's, side by side. The Lieutenant, Malicia, had joked about her outgrowing it. Privately, Kyla suspected that she was periodically replacing her chair with smaller and smaller iterations. It was something she'd do. A pitcher of amasec, cooled to near freezing, was offered, and she greedily snatched it in meaty hands, draining it desperately and messily, feeling the cold, smokey liquid dribble its way down her insides. Then a second. And a third. To anyone else, it would have been a lethal amount of liquor, but Kyla had found that with her out of shape-ness, she'd gained a remarkable tolerance to its effects. Even though she coughed and spluttered after the third pitcher of the stuff, she barely even felt the hint of a buzz. The Commissar leant back into her chair, spreading her legs, exposing more of her lower regions to the cool balm of air, and let herself try and recover from her journey. Hands with damp cloths pressed themselves into all her natural crevice's, and she felt the questing hands of an under-the-table pleasure slave between her thighs, forcing the last of their mass open, and then another, behind her back, forcing their smaller body into her side and caressing her arms. She tried to get her breath back, and recover faster. Once they truly got underway with their ministrations, she felt, she wouldn't get much resting done. This was going to be a long meeting.

>>12 these are amazing.

>>8889 Whats worse? Loud boyfriend or cheating husband? Enjoy your night yall

Someone should write a story of an overbearing sister of hospitaller whose fat bod smushes into her patients as she treats them

>>10466 some say their order hails from terra herself. others that their convent lies in a secret mobile asteroid, so that no one could track them. no matter what people say, they are not a myth. how do i know? because i've seen them, felt them, met them personally during the campaing against the greenskin tide in the planetoid gargoir. me and my company were sent there to stop the advance of the foul orks. putting a stop to their campaing aimed at the hive world of makator. the trip there was the usual, our lunar class jumped though the void without issue, the gellar field holding as we teared a hole to our destination. we arrived in a couple days but to the desperate regiments of gargoid we took a couple of months. when we made visual contact with the planet alarms began to flare off. "prepare for engagement.!" our ship's lord captain commanded from the vox speakers. and so our fighters and bombers were launched. hundreds of tiny ships swarmed over the enemy, several ork ships. a kroozer surrounded by a couple of knife looking ships let out a swarm of rust buckets, some imploding after just leaving the main ship. while our navy fough the green skin broken ships our moon class firing its torpedos and artilery batteries. meanwhile me and the rest of our ground forces boarded their aquila landers, armed freighters and devourer dropships. i was packed into one of those decourers with my fellow guardsmen, packed like a sardie. i prayed to the emperor the whole time we were inside that damned ship, the movement confusing my equilibrium until i could almost barf, alas it was over with a harsh bump thjat signaled we just landed. "move move move!! earn the emperor light!! pay back your debt to our lord.!! screamed our comissar, he was the first to come out the ship, he drew his chainsword and revved it. its powerful roar matching its owner. me and my fellow guardsmen came our in lines, organized yet fats, we entrenched ourselves in front of a bunch of orks who began firing their outoguns. as i was getting out of our shi, i saw how one of the pieces of hot metal clipped our commaninf officer's head. i stared in silence for a couple moments before i saw the comisar's splattered head on the back, near the controls. i ducked and jumped to the trench our predecesors dug. once i landed, i checked to see how my bretheren in arms were doing, our endless barrage of lasgun fire managing to repell the welcoming party. i finally stood up and walked to the lieutenant. my path filled with recent corpses, some of them i knew. i ran as my company covered me, carying a heavy box covered in cables, wires and antenae. my name is rogelio slador, and im the comms officer. when i reached our lieutenant i presented myself with an imperial salut and relayed our situation. -"damnation!"said my new superiour officer. she was a rugged woman, probably in her thirties. her ebony hair and tanned skin was accompanied by strong features. her eyes were a tone of yellow comon to her homeworld and her mouth had a couple of lonf scars. her figure was built, strong and tall. she might as well be a sororitas. -"turn the vox comms on. i need to inform company command. i obeyed and turned a small knob on the side of my big box. the apparatus beamed to life. i began to feel warmth from my vox. the lieutenant grabbed me and janked me to the ground while she kneeled. she grabed one of the speakers and began her transmition. -"command!! come in command! we've lost our comissar! repeat, we've lost our comissar!" i couldn't care less for that pricks death. we were our own branch, the astra militarum, i never really could understand how these people, whoe were outside line of command could shoot almost any officer willy nilly. -"understood. we will mantian possition until we recieve further orthers.! the whistling of gun fire drowning her voice almost completely. -"you! follow me everywhere i go! i'll need to hear if their gonna give us a new comissar." i didnt ask for explanations but she was the kind of superior that needed to express what they were doing, wether because they had trust issues or bad memories. the air was filled with blood and dust. this planet was once some kind of agri world or forest world, made evident by the carcasses of hundred of trees. all laying burnt and dead. i followed my commanidn officer for hours on end, not catching a rest and never stopping unless we had to fend off an ork flank. for a while we continued to hold the position. hours turned into days, barely getting chances to eat or drink. the orks were unrelenting but at least they came into waves until.... -"meeeen!!! to your positions!!!!" screamed the lieutenant. -" the emperor wills it!! we will prevail!" her voice hoarse from screaming orders non stop for days. my comrades went and did what they were ordered, some go their heads blown by flying shrapnell before they reached they spot in the trench. -"light the damn green skins!" she ordered and so we did, even i. a sea of red light sparated us from the green tide. but it wasnt enough. we shot and sho and shot but we were only running out of batteries until we finally heard it. -"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!" hundreds...no, thousands of rosk began advancing. charging us like unbeatable morons as they roared and laughed and screamed. their sharpnel rarely tocuhign us but frequent enough it elicited fear in our hearts. we were about to meat our doom. the first orks that kjumped into our trench died quicly, smothered in las fire, then came the secon, then the third, the the sixth, ninth, fourteenth. they were too many, their sharp pieces of metal tearing us down. little by little we began to lose ground. i backed down alongside my unit and my female commander. slowly the jolly green giants began to encroach on us, running to get their own piece of meat. we managed to lose them near a broken down structure near our trench. just by virtue of running from the damned aleins we managed to reach a completely different position. a city that was several miles away. -"hand me the vox." she ordered. _"command!! high command! we've lost the position, repeat, we've lost the postion. the xenos are stepping our heels!" -"no! we will fight.! for makator and her children!!" -"what did they say." i sheepishly asked. -"they will not kill us but we have to stay in this new position and fight till our bitter end. -"oh boy." exclaimed. -"alright people!" she directed herself to the few hundred guardsmen present. -"its out time for glory! the emperor asks us to hold the line against terror or die trying! for the families at home! for our brothers! and sisters!" her punctuation was off. she still had a mighty voice but it was clear she was exhausted. -"i will not ask you to die...im aksing you to stop the aliens even if it kills you!." we will ambush them suing these buildings! lets set their bones in fire and reduce their bodies to nothing! demolition unit! -"ma'am yes ma'am!" a dozen men responded. -"lets give these bastards a surprise!" she moved away to a closer position while her men followed her. the rest of us climped up the structrures and prepared to fire upon the aliens. windows were covered with out weapons and the walls were clawling with out efforts. oh emperor...i wish i had a better life. i never even got to date a girl. oh well, no use in mopping. i climbed one of the buldings and waited there for the advance of the idiot monsters.

>>10466 it was turtuos...the wait. we could hear how the unorganized horde came upon us. we managed to cut some down but there were still more of them than us. probably a couple hundred more. in a matter of hours they were here. they were waling, i wonder if they can even tire like us. slowly, they came into psotion. -"oi!! bozz!! we're woz the humies!" -"speak proparly wez resting here mate! we will chase the humies tomorrow mornin! besides the boys are hungry!" the big ork raise his arms and signales his xenos ontorage. several greensking cheered as their leader announced it was time for them to eat. me and my company watched as they got comfortable and got scrap meat from bags on their hips. some of the scrap was recognizable....it was human meat. they ate and cheered and laughed. as darkness aproached they began to grab sticks from nearby dead trees...although it would be more accurate to say the grabed the whole tree trunk. their night of revelry continued until they finally went to sleep. and so the plan began. its executions was simple: detonate the ground they were standing, shoot your laz gun and throw all the frags we have left. -"let the emperor guide our fire and let his light torch our enemies!!" that was the signal, give by the amazonian soldier in charge. a couple of orks managed to rise from their beds with a brutish "huh?" and so a ball of fire engulfed the monsters. the ground was clensed from their filrth and nothing but smoldering corspes were left. -"waaaaaag!!!" several orks remains, still hundred, but manageable. from roofs and windows we showered them with explosives, their bodies falling from the sky and their blood raining on the raging fire. little by little we weakened their numbers until laz fire began to annnounce itself. we've ran out of explosives. the red lightshow bathed the green skins and burned their flesh. but some still remained. a couple dozen orks managed to enter the broken down building and slaughtered the umprepared guardsmen. i saw how my fellows fought unitl.... -"there yous is!" the boss was staring right at me, i failed to notice him until it was right in front of me. i immmediately ran. going down the broken stairs and jumping across a couple of chasms left by the war. the grey building began to shake ads the green monster chased me down. -"oi!! get back here and fight me like a propa git!!" he screamed as he unsheaded his serrated blade. i ran while the monster began crashing walls, breaking door frames. his girth and musculature demolishing the drab broken down hideout. i kept running until i managed to exit the place. i could breathe the relatively fresh air of the outside . i let out a small laugh full of hysteria until i heard the damned ork breaking down the wall behind me. he roared and gave chase. he was faster. he managed to leave a gnarly gash on my leg . i fell to the dirt with an unceremonius *tuth* -"hehehehe...no where left to hide." he stomped the ground and broke my laz gun. -"nowhere left to run." he was standing on top of me, preparing my execution method with glee. he prepared itself to stab the guardsman when suddenly a light shone right in its face. i took the opportunity and using the orks confusion i stabed it with my knife in its belly. it roared in response to the pain but he managed to grab me and launch me. thats when the carrier opened fire, dust fillinf my sight and the battlefield. the boss was dead but his boyz were near. a powerful stomp reached the ground. the precense that let it out was enormous, girthy i would describe it. its red eyes, shone with fury as it began shooting the aproaching orks. some reached the figure and they were met with the strenght of a grox. the strange person used a shield to push the green skins away while a strangely long chainsword revved its engine. i saw how this...space marine chopped the greenskins with ease. but my thought were interrupted by a femenine warcry. -"enemies of mankind! die by the hand of his servnats! his favorrite maidens!!" that wasnt a space marine. but she was so big! was she wearing a new type of armor? but that would be tech heresy. his rambling brain continued to search for answers but the bloodloss finally catche dup to him. he began to feel drowsy, his eyes closing on the inmense sister. little by little she cleared the area of hostiles and so her shadow came to him.

>>10466 the coms officer woke up in a transport ship. his eyes still closed from the pain of a migrain. he moved around a bit until he was stopped by a warm pillow that stretched to the wall...or was the pillow the wall? wiat... made no sense. he finally opened his eyes and there he saw it. a strange round thing was next to him, it had certain fitmness to it yet from it some flaps hanged. at the center laid a deep black hole that led to somwhere. confused i grabbed the strange giant orb in fron of me and using my thumb as an anchor, i have it a shake. a satisfied moan came from it. it had the same voice as before. confused by the orbs reaction the man lifted his head. her skin was brown, her features soft and loving, eyes like honey and lips like cushions, hair white and straigh reaching her neck. her head was covered by a hospitaller cap. the vox officer couldnt believe it. he was saved by a hospitaller but whats more impressive was the rest of her. she was barely covered. her breasts so big the could cover his entire torso flowed almost freely, contained only by a strange smooth cloth that connected to her pauldrons. her breasts flowed to the sides but were still supported by a gargantuan belly he was grabing. it was enormous, projecting a legs lenght from her body, its shape round yet it was almost devided by a fold that reached to her back fat. it was being supported by loose straps of leather that encircled the enromous sphere. from it hanged a book and what i could only describe as relics. her stomach was big enough it covered her neather regions but if that wasnt enopugh, a simple loincloth hanged from between her legs. she was sitting on her massive ass, big enough that it could be seen from the front, its curves turning into several as it imitated a pancake stak.

>>10758 LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO! THIS IS SO GOATED! KEEP IT GOING!

>>10758 i jerk myself awake and try moving away from the holy sister of battle, my hand leaving her stomach, letting it bounce on its own after losing the support from my hand. pain deterred me from moving a lot, i let out a grunt, seeing how my wounded body barely let me even salut the sister properly. she quickly leaned forward and extended her hands to signla me to stop moving. -"wowowow! easy there! you dont want to reopen your wounds." she says. her face reflecting consternation at my broken state. -"where...am i?" i ask the sister hospitaller. i try to lif my head further but i only manage to catch a couple of spiraling buldings. we are probably at the shipyard, the only place resembling a city in this agri world. the -"oh crap!" i cant believe i cursed in front of a sororitas. -" im comm officer rogelio slador of the fifth regiment of the planet makador!" i try saluting again. this time im succesful. -"well." the sister had a soft voice, yet it had a sense of gravity that could command respect. -"i am sister alexandra pigritas, from the order of "the emperors chosen maiden" in the hospitaller division" she gave me her profession and order...i've never heard from such an order. -"it's very nice to meet you roger~," she said, play in her voice. -"well...its an honont to meet one of the emperor's finest!" i decided not to question it was an honor to be in front of a sister. but to be honest, i couldnt help' but stare. she was absolutely massive, her size was obcene. i've only heard governors and other aristocrats reaching such sizes but even then only in stories. from where i was i could almost feel the heat she emanated. -"something catched your eye, roger?" she asked. she had a playful smile in her face. she laughed while closing her eyes. -"what? uh- no! of course not! well its just that its my first time seeing a sister!" that was a half true. i've never interacted with them but i've seen a couple boarding aquilas whenever they came to our ship. but i could just tell her i was at awe of the sheer enormitie of her body. -"sure~. " she teased. this felt surreal. sisters were never this firendly. we stayed silent for several awkward moments, her entire body swinging or kjiggling every time the transport made sudden movements . sometimes i would feel her exposed flesh against my body, her warmth seeping even though my clothes. after a while we finally reached the landing site. the pilot alerting the emperor's maiden. she approached me and without much warning she grabbed my stretched by the handles near my head and with the she walked outside. i'd like to say this was a nice trip to the main improvised hospital but it wasnt......not in the conventional way. she was pretty, her face was gorgeous and her demeanor divine but her body was just too different. she wasn't my type of girl but that trip in the stretcher awoke something within me that i never though even existed. her stomach completely smothered me. my face was against the lower portin of her stomach, i was only capable of breeding thanks to the rail on the bed. it covered my eyes, my nose could only smell whatever perfume she used combined with her sweat, my mouth could only taste the somewhat salty kjuices that transpired from her skin and my chest could sense the weight placed upon it combined with the moisture from the aformetioned sweat. i didnt want ti to end, i felt blessed...touching a sister of battle...even if it was one so rotound as her...maybe it was because she was fat that i felt blessed. when we reached my designated position she finally moved to the side, her stomach sliding through my face until it liberated my head and went to my chest and stomach. i inhaled as much air as i could, no longer drowning in blessed skin. the sister noticed this while checking serums and iv's she needed to plug in me. -"wait! you....! im so sorry!! i should have known i was smothering yopu! i swear it was an accident." she looked regretful. consternation painted her face. -"to be even approached by one blessed by the emperor is an honor! i feel like the emperor himself sent an angel to look after me!" i tried calming her. -"im still getting used to all...." she grabbed her stomach and shook it with one hand, her other hand signaled the rest of her. -".....this." she finished her idea. -"uh...what do you mean?" i ask. trying to feign ignorance. her shape did intrigue me but i could never ask...not directly. she laughed, looking at me with her sweet eyes. -"lets not play dumb, officer. im probably the fattest woman you've seen in your life." she was being blunt and i for once was glad. -"well...its true that you are....bigger than other sisters but...i could never question a sororitas."i answered sheepishly while we were talking she hauled her inmense body around, connecting me to machinery and fluids to me. her body ocassionally smothered parts of me. she felt like a soft boulder or the best weighted blanket ever. -"the sisterhood of our chosen maiden was founded shorlty after the age of apostasy. it is during that time that the emperor himself declared that the Ecclesiarchy could not have any men employed as soldiers. the high priests and nobles circumvented this by creating the sisterhoods. it is said, the emperor was furious and planned to dissolve the orders and the Ecclesiarchy as a whole but it was our chosen lady...the empero'rs maiden that stopped this descition. the orders sent each a representative to plea for the emperors mercy. one sister looked different from the others. she was...stout...robust. not fat of course, she could perform her duties in the ring of honor just like any other sister." as she was explainign me the story of her order, she bagn focusing on my wounded leg. i dont know if it was my exitment over meeting a sister, her soft doughy flesh rubbing against my crotch sometimes as she worked, the adrenaline of combat, the joy of being alive or my newborn fetish but my little friend began to get stimulated. i tried to control myself. -"but she was big enough her armor reflected her size. as they stood in the gates of eternity, the chosen maiden could feel the scorn, ridicule and disdain in her sisters eyes but she remained firm. when the gates finally opened, the emperor manifested, as if he stood from the golden throne. he looked at the women of the Ecclesiarchy with scord and dissapointment until he saw her. she was the first to enter...no matter what other orders say." she made an annoyed expression, looking to the side with a frown before resuming her work near my crotch this time she was facing my wound while i was facing he rback, and what a back, not a single inch was left uncovered by the wave of fat rolls that connected to her breasts and her belly, melting down into a huge ass. i could see her crack, poorly covered by the loincloth. -"there the emperor struck conversation, they talked for days, the emperor showing her the palace and its gardes. its there where they fell in love. the emperor worshipped every crevice, every fold and every bulge. she secured her sisters place as the armed forces of the Ecclesiarchy and so they were safe from his wrath. however...the emperor wasnt done with her. days turned to months and so, he treated her to all sorts of delights, she gorged and grew as did the emperors love. she grew and grew until she couldnt fit into her armor or even most clothes. the emperor pampered her and its in those months that the emperor decided to grant her many powers, afraid that he was soon to be perpetually bound to the throne, his wounds from the arch traitor manifesting before the sister. and so, she left. a hulking woman covered in sweet blubber. the sisters outside were astonished, even horrified but the emperor granted them the strenght to fight thansk to her." she finished suturing my leg, she stood up and looked at me, letting her belly rest on my lap. -"how come we've never heard of you?" i asked. her belly once again rubbing my crotch. -"well, other orders are not...very fond of us. and the inquisition tried to exterminate our order 500 years ago. it took the sisters of silence and the adeptus custodes to get them to back down. now...we live in secrecy. hidden from most to protect our order and the legacy of the emperor and our chosen maiden. quite the story huh?" she laughed. -"y-yeah...it was aaaaugh.." i moaned. i ran to cover my mouth. to even have such thoughts of one of the emperors chosen! -"oh!....blessed emperor im so stupid!! did i hurt you?" she asked, taking her stomach from my lap and revelaing the bulging member in my crotch. -"oh....oooooohhhh." she stared at me for a moment, her face reflecting some knowing, one her voice shared. -"dont worry. thats perfeclty normal. not completely expected but...welcomed...you know...my order has some very particular practices. to replenish our numbers we sometimes recruit male members. i haven't had some action in some time, so im a bit rusty. but i still need top make an audition if you catch my drift." her finger traced my torce, playing around my nipples before going down my exited penis. -"you interested.? -"wait what?!....im not sure im following sister." i 'm panicking. was this really happening? i barely wetted my beak in thse past few years. hold on, that's the wrong worry! this is too irregular, if a commisar found out, im as good as death. -"you know..." she began massaging my member between my legs. -"if you want me to spell it just say the word. i can play like that too." she gave me a wink. (sex scene tomorrow. maybe)

>>10767 PLEAS!!

>>10767 -"oop! hold on for a sec." she casually stood as if her weight didnt slow her down. leaving my side she went somewhere for something, what that was i couldnt tell. i looked around for a bit, moving my head to see what was around me. the sight was surread, several obese sisters were tending the wounded. their size varied but some were twice the size of alexandra. many of my comrades were in the stretches and makeshift bed while the sororitas walked around, even my commander. wait, my commander!? i stared at her with eyes wide open, her wounds were as severa as mine but she could only express what i interpret as abject terror in her face. i was glad she was alive, she was a hero but she had that expression on her face. i wonder what she's thinking. -"commander...pssss....commander!" i tried drawing her attention. it worked! she turned to face me. -"comms officer....slador, right? what the hell is going on!?" she asked. i looked at her confused. -"we were saved, commander! by the sororitas no less!" i said. joy clear in my voice, hoping it was contagious enough to make her realize we were safe. -"i've never seen sororitas like these....im willing to bet they arent even sororitas!" she claimed. the audacity, how could she even question the servants of the emperor! sure they had a different figure but one could tell when they were in prescence of the rightgeous. -"why would you say that? i know they look a bit different from the sisters we're used to but they saved us!" i exclaimed, trying to get my commander to see reason. -"i know but you expect me to believe these groxes are the emperors "chosen maidens"? its all a lod of..." -"roger im back~." alexandra came, curtains in hand. -"i wanted to make our special moment a bit more private." she began setting up a protective barrier of opaque curtains that stopped light from coming in. as she moved, her blubbering form bumped with my bed constantly, causing it to move and termor. she has to grab my stretcher so that it doesnt crash against my commanding officer. who looked at me with scorn and desperation. im glad she wasnt a commissar or else she would probably shoot me just because. as she fininshed covering us with the curtain she takes a quick look at my officer, giving me a feel of her enormous rear. such a funny thing, her being so big i couldnt see her proper. only feel her enormous mass against my face, her enormous buttox a wall of flesh. -"im sorry, commander. i require your officer for a rite of my order." with that she finally closed the door of our makeshift room. -"what was her deal, is she your commanding officer?" she asks. -"y-yeah. she the lieutenant of our division." i explained with an affable smile. -"she was making a face....maybe i'll ask sister gulanica to check on her." i could tell there was a bit of worry in her speech. -"now then...lets start our rite..." she smiled. she started teasing, grabbing my hand and placing it on her enormous chest. they were like sand bags, blessed by a little nub at the front that hardened until it poked through her clothes. she slowly traced her hand from my chest to my crotch, slowly unbottoning my regiment garments until my penis was out in the open. she began playing with it, her dexterous chubby hands enveloping my meat, moving it side to side and moving up and down in a gentle rythmic manner. she leaned forward, her soft stomach pushing against the strecther, swallowing its corner while her breast was in my face. she unbottoned the smooth piece of what i think is the armor's secondary skin and with that her warm tit melted into my face, i knew what i had to do. i began liking, kissing, even biting, until i found a little button, her nipple. i sucked her ample breast, eliciting quiet moans from the sister. it felt like a dream. she began to stroke faster, all the pent up emotions i've been carrying threatening to pop my lid off in her blessed hand. i tried resisting, biting into her bussom with a bit more force before sucking. -"ow! gentle...they're sensitive." she tells me. -"im so sorry!" i exclaim with force, leaving her enormous breast to fall to the side while i look at her with earnest regret. i abused her holy body and i felt the need to atone in any way necessary. -"wow, hey. dont get so worked up about it....what im i saying, you're a member of the guard, of course you would." she looked a bit frustrated. before i could express regret for killing the mood, she leaned down, her stomach falling from my resting place while her breasts pressed against my chest and crotch. she kissed me, tongue and everything, wrestling my own for dominance inside my mouth. i bit her lip in a genlte manner as she stopped her assault on my lips to look me in the eye. -"this is a sacred rite of my order but...its still just us having fun. dont worry, there's no way you mess this up bad enough for me to leave." her voice was like a song that caressed my soul. she lowered the stretcher using a lever, i was witness again of her enormous stomach asit reached her knees, the legs of the bed compressed. -"lets get to the main course." seductive as she is, those words could make me lose my cool and act like a fumbling idiot. she lifted her leg and put it on what will soon be our bed, she lifts her stomach as she gets up. it was a bit of a hassle but in time she finally got on top of me, her legs sprading while she was on her knees. she sight was glorious, her stomach could almost reach me, its contour finishing where my neck starts. while she was up there she unbucled the rest of the secondary skin and left her triple H cups to fall and hit her stomach. with a gentle plap, they announced their freedom. while she was doing that, i noticed that her folds hid a black string that went all the way down to where her loincloth was. she was wearing a thong to help cover her loins when the piece of cloth was insufficient. when she was finished with her breasts, she reached down, using one hand to move her stomach from the way, her other hand raching her nether and moving the thing to the side, leaving her pussy in the open.