Chubby/Plus sized thread?. saw an orc in the last thread that i like but didn't get to save it before it 404'd. so lets do it again!
Think again, m8.
>The innkeeper of the Wayward Wanderer, a luxuriously heavy elven woman named Fionna with a warm smile and a boisterous laugh, always seems happy to have your party stay at her establishment, greeting you at the door at every visit with exuberant hugs, motherly fussing and good-natured teasing.
This what you were looking for?
We need more character stories or writing to make this more than an image dump. Wonder what I can come up with.
It is said that Meg, the head barmaid at the Wayward Wanderer and longtime friend of Fionna, always has a kind word to say or a smile to give, but that she has a mischievous stream a mile wide and an intellect as sizable as her other endowments.
>As sweet and pretty as Ysibel may look, none who cross her or threaten the peace and sanctity of the inn are spared this firebrand's unique form of justice. Many are the tales told by regulars of one unruly brawler or wicked wizard or other being bodily evicted from the premises over the years. However, Ysibel isn't all tough stuff, and has been known to carry sleepy drinks home under her arm or over her shoulder on occasion.
>Jon the blacksmith and Lolanna the bookseller, two happy-hour regulars at the Wayward Wanderer. While it's clear to everyone else that the two would make a great couple, the pair adamantly deny that there are any romantic intentions between them, and that they are merely very close friends.
Meet Yolanda, the chief (and sole) engineer aboard your spaceship. While she is a genius when it comes to anything related to reactors, engines, shipboard systems or food, she is an absolute ditz regarding virtually any other topic and comes off as a real spacecadet most of the time.
I 'd rather not have her, what with the flatulence and all.
Oh, it definitely is, not mistake about that, but I think it's still possible to take a few of the images in either thread and build a solid character around it, fetish or not.
Maybe not this one, necessarily, but you know.
>walk into the Flagon Wagon
>Blind Portak shootin' darts at an apple on a reluctant-looking fella's head
>Innkeeper Penny has Dralak Speartoe by the ear
>called her Penny Porkchop
>looks like he just stepped on a chimera's tail
>Caran the Caroler trying to calm her down
>this nickname thing is out of control
Random Anime Idea Number XYZ:
>Roly-Poly Succubus has no luck enticing or seducing human men, and isn't too keen on stealing souls anyway.
>Roly-Poly Succubus finally meets a man who is quite taken with her appearance, and doesn't know what to do with herself.
>Roly-Poly Succubus and the man share a night of romance, leaving her so warm and fuzzy inside that she refuses to steal his soul.
>Roly-Poly Succubus returns to Hell and is promptly thrown out on her big fat behind for refusing to do her ONE job.
>Roly-Poly Succubus, with nowhere else to go, returns to the man's home, hoping to stay with the one person who made her feel good.
Problem solved, have fun w/ orc.
>Tfw your bovine folder is 235 Mb of pictures and growing daily
How far down that rabbit hole you wanna go?
Eh. For my own part I've never found an image enticing enough to save that went over 4. I keep an eye on /d/ but their multibreast threads tend to go crazy (as /d/ is wont to do) so I tend not to save much. Four tits just strikes the right spot with me as enough to play with and look attractive before it starts going into uncanny valley territory.
Thats not Felicia the fucking Strong
Roly-Poly Succubus is no match for Princess Huge Guts
I really don't think anything is a match for your Princess Huge Guts. It strikes me that her modus operandi would just be to bust through doors, walls and enemies like a heavily armored, Lawful Stupid, female version of the Koolaid Man, shouting about justice and righteousness at the top of her lungs while the rest of her party tries in vain to hold her back or calm her down.
>There isn't a mod that makes Mazoga like that
Fapped to it once uncensored, fapped to it again UNC and translated, seriously, the dialouge made it all the more sweet.
Man I remember when nezumi's stuff disgusted me, but thanks to my horsefucking fetish It no longer phases me.
I'm sorry I couldn't hear you over all that shit taste
My group is planning on running a lighthearted, throw-in-everything-but-the-kitchen-sink comedic fantasy campaign in the very near future and I've decided that I'd like to play a far-eastern themed monk modeled on this woman right here. Aside from wanting her to fill the roll of cheerful young team-mom and be a world-class cook, I haven't got much in the way of personality, fighting style or fluff decided on yet. Anyone have any suggestions before I go ahead and find an artist or drawfriend to adapt this pic and make things final?
Im horrified that i know enough about this too say...
That's not a Sparrow character, its one that he has done a lot of 'fan work'/'art trades' of, it belongs to another artist, cant remember who though.
Make your a Japanese sumo seeking to challenge the Iron Chef for title of the world's greatest cook. She carries around a portable ramen noodle stand that she sets up whenever the party makes camp. Whenever another party member has a problem, she insists they have a bowl of noddles and tell her all about it. As fighting style, maybe have her use an iron pot on the end of a long chain she swings around like a wreaking ball,
This is probably dangerously
cheesybut I really like the design of this character. tfw no XL red panda waifu
"Sir, a few of the men are discouraged due to a um..."
"Spit it out."
"...A rather large female amongst our ranks. They say the fat sow will only slow them down."
"About a cow's width sir."
"And she is capable?"
"She seems it sir. For as large as she is, her reflexes are decent enough. She brought her own armor. It is well made. Perhaps a wealthy mercenary?"
"Excellent. If she is as large and quick as you say, she'll make an excellent bulwark. Get her a shield and put her in front."
"Perhaps the men will be more appreciative when the fat sow saves their lives."
But will she be a match for those giant Barbarians?
"Ah yes... what happens when an unstoppable force meets the immoveable object?"
"Send word. Keep low, shields up, spears out."
"They may be taller by a head, and heavier by a wagon-load, but I'm willing to bet their blubber only suffices to keep them warm."
"And for the love of all that's decent, tell them: Do NOT allow themselves to be captured. The stories coming from the escaped P.O.W.s is... distressing."
How about this:
Baozi, affectionately and ironically called "Little Bao"is a young holywoman hailing from a foreign land far, far away across the sea. She was born and raised in a fantastical mountaintop monastery by an order of monks who prized good food, good wine and good company as the means by which earthly happiness and spiritual enlightenment both may be achieved. Living, working and studying in the monastery's kitchens, fields and meditation halls quite happily up until now, Little Bao has reached the place in her path to enlightenment that she must leave her home and travel the world in search of new experiences, new ideas and new recipes. According to the ways of her order, only once she has had her fill of all the world has to offer her and has found something truly wonderful and unexpected to bring back with her can she return to the monastery and be considered a fully ordained monk.
In addition to her skills as a cook, which may be said to be unparalleled even amongst her order, Baozi is also a master of the "Boulder School" of martial arts, which operates on the following philosophies:
- The Boulder is as patient and unassuming and she is permanent.
-The Boulder shields and protects the weak who shelter behind her.
- The Boulder is immovable and will not yield if she does not want to.
- The Boulder is unstoppable and unavoidable when she finally falls on her foes.
I like both of these. Let her be that big boulder in the middle of the zen garden that ties everything together. Calm, patient, and humble. She knows everyone in the party's favorite food, be they noodles, steak, catfish or what have you, knows how to get the ingredients and knows how to cook it just right. Hell, she knows everything else about everyone in the party too because she listens when they speak and she doesn't forget what she learns. When a companion has had an off day, she cooks up just the right comfort food and has a philosophical heart-to-heart chat with them over dinner.
>Now wants to be part of the party responsible for chaperoning and cleaning up after Princess Juggernaut as she crashes and smashes her way about the country, dispensing justice, demolishing castles and feasting victoriously as she sees fit.
Funny this thread comes up...
Dated a fat girl once. Currently dating her actually, we've been together for about five years.
Creativity is essential to maintaining a well groomed obese girlfriend. Every day I have to think of exciting and interesting ways to interest her in showering. At least four or five days a week I have to shower with her, and the only reason she even gets in the shower is because she can lean against me while I finger her. After she gets off, she lets me shampoo her hair, and soap her up.
The worst part though, the part that I cannot even remotely enjoy, is the wiping. She has trouble really reaching back there after a particularly wet bowel movement, so I have to help her wipe. It's not TERRIBLE, but it is unpleasant.
I don't really enjoy it, but it's better than the alternative of having this smelly fat chick masturbating on your sofa and then touching your controllers with those hands. Before I knew to bathe with her and wipe her, I actually found FECES between the buttons and under the analog stick of my 360 controller.
>She has trouble really reaching back there after a particularly wet bowel movement
Welp. I'm off fat chicks forever. Thanks anon~
> taking care of each other and providing for each others' needs.
That's not a one-way street there buddy. She can't even wipe her own ass. What could she posible do for anyone else?
Take responsibility? I get that Helping your SO through their problems is a good thing, but that's solving problems, not doing something for them that 99.9% of the population is capable of doing for themselves. Maybe some people are willing to live like that, but I'm not.
That was more or less the idea I'd had, yes. She'd be traveling the countryside in more or less the same direction as the party-proper, setting up her one-woman circus and tent-city-carnival at this town or in that field along the way. While the party-proper might not factor into her grand game at first, she might see something in them that amuses her or that she can use to further her pursuit of "fun," prompting her to begin aiding the party-proper in her own "unique" way.
As Gigantia's own personal motto says, "the more, the merrier!"
Show of hands, how many of you in this thread are fapping? Be honest.
>tfw no chubby shy nerdy gf to play pen 'n' paper with ;_;
If you fucked Mother Nature, would that be incest?
I'm the anon from yesterday who lost his USB. My selection is pretty limited. I'll post 'em if I find any.
Here's a modern gal but I don't know if you can call her chubby.
You may be able to find pictures of particularly hippy Quarians out there.
Not sure what you're trying to say here. But her expression plus the fact that you cropped those excellent tits and ass out imply that it wasn't positive. Too bad, it could have been fun.
Oh it was positive.
Here's a better pic. You're welcome.
So, I'm the guy who shared the story of Pitch the dragon last time.
Would you guys like to hear the story of the terrible, terrible person who rides her?
Most of the pictures in this thread are just thick or chubby.
Besides, there's not reason not to have 'fat' characters in your campaigns as well. Does every single character have to be beautiful and perfect like in your chinese cartoons?
Victoria Val Dame named herself. She was an orphan, and by the consensus of what the community she was raised in, her father was a soldier, who died defending the village. Her mother, as they would also tell her, was a "camp follower."
You can't say for sure that this was the cause of her later professions. There wasn't much hope in town for the village orphan. It was a few short years she lived there before she knew what she wanted to do.
When a band of soldiers passed through the village, she set off with then, at the tender age of 8, following first in her mothers footsteps as a camp follower.
Not that kind of camp follower! She'd relay messages, search for random items around the camp, do simple labor, that sort of thing.
As she grew, and boy did she grow, she quickly demonstrated other talents around the companies (for she had 'served' with many, going from one to the other as the fortunes of war dictated). For starters, despite her impoverished upbringing, she grew to be 6'4 and broadshouldered. A life around armies, and a passion for it that is rare outside of raw recruits drove her to acquire the skills of a soldier as well. Riding, fencing, jousting, but also the less romantic talents of an officer: Managing the supplies,organizing payroll, resolving petty arguments between the men.
Nobody ever entrusted Val Dame with these tasks, but she gradually took to doing them. After all, she was frequently one of the most seasoned veterans in a company, more often then not. Even if nobody ever hired her.
Her thirst for this lifestyle would lead her to the seas, doing a stint of privateering and piracy, and back to the land, eventually forming her own company with the loot she'd acquired after a string of successful adventures.
And that was the common thread of Val Dame's life. Other people will pillage and conquer in the hopes of gold, to take home, or take to a new country, and live like a king.
Yeah Matt Dixon does thick chicks pretty well.
People got wise to the fetish fuel. I still see her posted around every so often. She was on the last thread.
>Is it bad that I just want to lovingly smack those knockers around?
Who doesn't? She's perfect.
Have a character theme:
She won't. Val Dame cares only for war, and plunder for it's own sake.
She's not, like some people imagine, a romantic either. She'll paint you a picture of war that will break your heart, that will make a pacifist say 'it's not that bad.'
She knows it's meaningless. She knows the standards and causes people fight for disappear in the violence. She knows it kills the strong and brave the same as the weak and cowardly.
Nor is she a beserker thrilling in the adrenaline of personal combat. She much prefers the long slow test of nerves of a siege or artillery duel, or scorching the earth and letting your opponent suffer a slow, malingering death while you deny him combat.
If you had to put a type on her, she is a nihilist. She knows there's no meaning in war, but there's certainly no meaning in peace either. Cities exist to be besieged, civilians exist to produce for the war effort or be killed by it. Armies exist to destroy. She is the George Mallory of warfare.
Why'd you cut the heads of those prisoners? Because they were there.
If I'm giving you the impression she's an edgy, KILL ALL THE DUDES, Grimdark type, I apologize. I'm trying to give you a sense of the real Val Dame.
She's happy to restrain herself when she has to, and put herself to any cause she thinks will work for her, and might even convince people she believes in it. She's been a hero to many people in many places. More plausibly, she gives the impression of being a strictly professional officer to most, because she does conduct herself professionally. But she has no illusions about war, and this doesn't bother her. She's quite jovial about it, actually.
As you can imagine, this leaves Val Dame working with less then pleasant types, most of the time. She happily enlists Ogres, Orcs, Gnolls, Goblinoids, Saurials.
Unfortunately for her, it's not exactly easy traipsing across nations with a band of the worst scum you can assemble. Unfortunately for her troops and the surrounding countryside, her solution in those situations is usually to disband the force where they are, when peace breaks own. And sets off on her own.
When I get back, that leads us in to how she ended up meeting a gluttonous dragon with ambitions at godhood.
>the real Val Dame
For some reason I read that as pic related.
Tfw I married a chick I met via volunteer firefighting.
>Single car roll over, crushed roof. She was trapped behind the wheel.
> Hurst tool to cut a and b post,
> face was rekt from steering wheel.
> get her out, onto ambulance.
> two days later she came by the station to drop off a thank you card, but didn't see me there.
> go to church with friend that weekend, there she is. 5ft, g cups, ass like a leman russ.
So here comes the good part of the story. The part where these two completely shit on the DMs first plot.
It was one of those premade adventures. Paizo, the Dragons Demand, you can look it up if you like.
It was a fairly run of the mill story at first. Local wizards tower collapses, town wants the adventurers to clear it out and see what happened.
Turns out, the wizard was Evil and dead. And his tower got collapsed by Kobolds who betrayed him
He's dead, so we get made assessors for his trap infested mansion. So, after lying thoroughly on the assessment (nothing in the wine cellars, nothing in the jewelry boxes). We find a minion, who is happy to tell us what the wizard was up to, because all he wants is the Wizards secret stash of gold.
Turns out, he was working with a mysterious contact to conduct research and experiments into, basically, outer fucking space. Him and his mysterious contact (they exchanged messages via carrier pidgeon) wanted to communicate with the Great Lovecraftian Ones in the sky.
We don't give a shit, we tail the minion, find the gold, and murder him in a secluded spot.
Then we travel back to town to see if we can buy anything cheap at the auction. This is where the plot of the story comes together. The auction gets attacked by a fucking dragon. The Wizards contact was a dragon, and he's trying to burn down the town over something or other.
And so, our heroes fled to the woods and watched the town burn down.
This threw the GM for a loop, but it was what came next that got her. Keep in mind, she was SUPER nervous GMing this at all, for many reasons. It wasn't her first time, but it was the first time in ages, and her previous experience did not boost her confidence.
>"Alright, once it's good and on fire, and people are in a panic, we head back to city hall to loot any valuables we didn't steal already."
She tries to get us back on the story by having one of the dragons minions conveniently there when we arrive.
>"It's mine!" He says, clutching at a book.
>Val Dame says "You didn't see anything, and I didn't see anything." And starts shoving silverwear in her pockets.
It's at this point, the GM realized his plot was well and truly fucked. We had figured out the Dragons plot. She had gotten us where we needed to be to advance the story. But in doing so, she had given us an opportunity to become absolutely rich by ignoring the story.
Keep in mind, this was like 3rd level, and we ran off with about 15,000 GP worth of stuff. This was not something we should have been able to pull off, and destroyed the plans we had for the rest of the night.
She looked through the module furiously for some answer as to what happens here, how can we get this story going again. And she couldn't.
And then she started to laugh. And laugh, and laugh. We broke the game so hard she had this moment of Zen Buddhist Enlightenment on DMing.
She was free from every worry and concern. Our awful, awful characters had torn any expectation for story telling to shreds, and then ran off with all of it's gold.
And she was free. It wasn't just the module boxing her in, it was the idea that a D&D game needs to reach a particular denouement to be run successfully and to everyone's satisfaction.
And here. Another pic that inspired Val Dame.
Spoilered for those with delicated sensibilities.
Thank you for your gentlemanly spoiler.
I kinda want to run a game in the Neolithic era, where fertility goddess worship like the picture is common.
How black is this, to you?
I did have this one idea for a fat tropical island witch doctor character, who would cast all her spells with a magical pot. Seeing visions of the future inside her pot and using her stew to raise the dead.
Kinda. The main plot would be kinda like power rangers, where several brave adventurers, all from distant lands with unique skills, are called upon by the earth goddess to fight evil and defend the world.
The most powerful weapon available would probably be a Greek fire analogue, with most weapons being bronze-age tier spears and bows.
>The most powerful weapon available would probably be a Greek fire analogue
I'll post what I got, which is not a lot due to this being a new computer
Definitely going to be up for more stories and brainstorming come the daylight hours. Might try and write up some story blurbs on some of the art or characters once I'm through traveling.
>Pictured: the Fertility Goddess' immortal enemy
Does he have anything to do with pic related? His mouth makes me think so.
>"I'm working on it, Anon, just keep those cakes coming!"
Just a note, buddha wasn't actually obese, the whole point of the concept of the 'middle path' is to be between ascetism and regularpeopleism.
Buddha all went out of the royal-ass palace and fasted for fuckin ages as a homeless meditation dude, but then he decreed that shit doth be whack and wrote his own shit.
I honestly was hoping for more non-sexy heavyset characters, i.e. those who seem more serious adventurer type rather than "cute".
That kind of thing's way harder to find than good nonsexualized art of female adventurers.