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Had a rather spontaneous urge to make a raptor character, and settled on them mainly being a villain so I could fill a niche when needed. Also thought the best way to debut them would be fattening and eating the new lion paladin Tycho since they've had so much bad luck recently anyway. Involves perma-vore!
Tycho ends up fattened and helpless while storming the lair of the sinister raptor mage Ajax, who plans on turning him into a filling meal...
Plumping the Paladin
By: Indi
As Tycho looked upon the elaborate set of wooden double-doors he took a moment to catch his breath. The lion paladin had known taking on the sinister raptor mage Ajax would be difficult, that he’d face many challenges and might even die. He hadn’t quite expected the nature of those challenges though.
Normally in good shape, Tycho was now fairly plump. His clothes clung tightly to his softer body, numerous rips spread across the seams. What little armor he wore was struggling to hold on, straps strained and creaking with every move he made. He sported a taut ball gut, full of food yet still demanding more with loud growls.
Every last trap and obstacle in Ajax’s castle had seemed dedicated to fattening up intruders, from the slime guardians that forced their way down Tycho’s throat to the cursed idols that caused him to gain a pound with every magical pulse before they were destroyed. To his credit, Tycho had actually managed to avoid and defeat most of the traps with expert precision. Anyone less skilled would’ve ended up blubbery and immobilized, perhaps as early as the entrance.
Ajax certainly wouldn’t be a pushover, though.
Having collected himself, Tycho placed his pudgy paws on the doors and pushed them open, ready to face his foe.
Beyond the doors was a modest great hall, well lit with a throne at the very back. A slim raptor sat there, showing no sign of surprise by Tycho’s sudden entrance. What actually worried the paladin, though, was the massive banquet table that dominated the space in between them.
The table was overflowing with fruit and vegetables. A massive silver platter covered the far end, suspiciously empty. Tycho cursed under his breath. As healthy as the feast appeared, he remembered that nearly everything else in the castle that’d fattened him had looked the same. Any apple or orange on that table could prove worse for his waistline than a dozen pies and cakes.
Just the sight of the food was enough to make Tycho’s belly rumble louder, and he blushed as he averted his gaze as best he could. “It’s over Ajax! You can either surrender and face justice for your crimes, or meet the end of my sword. Though I’d prefer to avoid bloodshed.”
Ajax laughed. “Now paladin, wouldn’t you much rather enjoy a nice, wonderful meal? Surely there’s no need for us to fight.”
“I’ve already eaten more than enough,” Tycho grumbled as he slowly made his way towards the throne. While his eyes weren’t drifting towards the food, the aromas were still reaching his nose, which proved just as dangerous.
“But paladin I assure you, there is no finer fruit in all the land. Juicy and refreshing, especially in the warm weather we’ve been having. And the vegetables are so hearty! Just the right amount of crunch.”
The combination of the smells and praise had Tycho feeling like he was starving. His will was weakening by the second, his pace slowing. Abruptly the paladin veered away from Ajax—and towards the table.
A paw reached for an apple, shaking as Tycho tried to resist, but temptation won out in the end. Soon he was chomping down on it with gluttonous haste. The pit was thrown aside and a second apple grabbed, then another and another. The lion was completely helpless as he started to stuff himself silly.
Ajax stoop up and casually strolled over to the defeated paladin. “See? Eating is so much more rewarding than fighting. Indulging on the taste. Letting your inhibitions run wild. Filling your belly more and more and more until it feels like it’s about to burst. Shouldn’t a proper paladin be nice and plump?”
Tycho could barely hear a word Ajax was saying, all his concentration dedicated to resisting the urge to gorge—and failing. He could feel his gut swelling with every bite. Straps digging into his soft sides, breastplate groaning as it tried to contain a belly too round for it. His instincts told him he needed to stop eating, but his stomach and paws and maw simply shouted “More! More! More!”.
“Yes you’ve come along very nicely. Been a long, long while since a visitor has made it this far—which means you’re not excessively huge,” Ajax said. The raptor slipped behind Tycho and gave the glutting lion’s belly a squeeze on both sides, prompting blushing from both. “Sometimes a lighter meal is preferred, one that wont be a whole ordeal to handle.”
The straps of Tycho’s breastplate finally gave. The armor fell to the floor with a clatter, fully exposing his wobbling belly. Tycho’s clothing was on the verge of ruin, tatters held up by a few remaining threads that were tearing more and more. He felt the destruction his gluttony was inflicting, but couldn’t do a thing to stop it.
Even when the last of Tycho’s outfit slid off he continued to eat, his round belly pressing against the table.
“As delightful as it would be to watch you clear off this entire table, I do believe you’re ready for the main course.”
The raptor’s claw glowed, and Tycho floated right off the ground, as if weightless. Still grabbing any and all food in reach, the stuffed paladin was maneuvered over the table and onto the empty silver platter. He was placed belly-down, with just enough force to provoke a loud belch. Magic bound his arms and legs, the helpless lion left wobbling in place.
As a final touch Ajax forced the largest apple on the table into Tycho’s mouth, gagging him.
“Paladins are actually amongst my favorite food. I just always feel so energized after eating them—and they’re so healthy, too!” Ajax grinned, licking his lips as he eyed up the plump meal he’d captured. “And of course there’s that hint of magic for the perfect seasoning. I wonder how you’ll compare to the other paladins I’ve feasted upon?”
Tycho had been freed of his uncontrollable craving for food. He squirmed with all his might, but the weight of his gut and the unbreakable magic bindings made escape impossible.
Ajax gave one of Tycho’s chubby cheeks a taunting squeeze. “Enjoy the journey, paladin. Sating my hunger is as good a cause as any to sacrifice yourself for~”
Tycho’s eyes widened as the raptor’s maw opened, and with a single gulp he was
plunged into darkness. His thrashing intensified as he felt Ajax’s tongue run along his chin, tasting him. The swallows were slow, and drawn out. Ajax wanted to savor his meal.
All Tycho could do was struggle, even if in vain.
When Ajax’s jaws began to stretch over the round ball that was Tycho’s belly he let out long, elated moans. He gently squeezed down to feel the softness of the lion’s pudge—and to make him wiggle harder.
Meanwhile the raptor’s flat middle was swelling more and more with every swallow.
He’d enchanted his robes so they would grow along with him, of course, though they still did a wonderful job emphasizing the curvature of his new gut.
Inevitably Tycho’s belly slid completely past Ajax’s lips. With his own middle getting increasingly weighed down by the paladin filling it, the raptor resorted to magic to both lighten his load and ease his meal in claws-free. He slowly stepped away from the table, belly bouncing, and tilted his head up. Tycho practically slid right in, gravity, magic, and plain old swallows hastening his descent.
Tycho’s tail was the last to go, flicking wildly as it was slurped up. The second its bulge moved down Ajax’s neck he let out a satisfied uorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp.
“Mmmph, just as delicious as I’d hoped.” Ajax had a tight grip on his bulging belly with both arms, a dopey, delighted grin on his face. “There’s just—braaap—something about paladins. I could eat them every day and never grow tired of the taste. Though I’d probably grow a bit too fat for my own good.”
The raptor’s stomach was dark, damp, and cramped. The magic binding him dispersed, so he pulled the apple from his mouth and tossed it aside, growling. Tycho didn’t have any room to maneuver around in, and he could only push at the fleshy walls for so long before they rebounded back. He elbowed and kicked—even tried to scratch—but nothing fazed his captor. His situation was looking grim.
“You’ll fall eventually! If not by my paws then—ummph!” Tycho grunted as he was squeezed.
“Oh all my food says that. Next I’m sure you’ll swear others will come looking for you, which is honestly what I’m hoping for.” Ajax was gently shaking his belly as he talked, adoring the lumps made by his doomed prey. “A bounty of paladins to fatten and feast on. I can just imagine how much the table would groan beneath their heft. Then one-by-one I’d gobble them all up, until I was beached on my gut!”
The raptor’s laughter jostled Tycho further, splashing him with digestive juices.
“For now, though, you are more than enough to please me. In a matter of hours you’ll be churned into a thick soup, and then that soup will become layers of fat.” Ajax ran a claw across his middle. “I’ll be stuck with a small belly for sure, but it wont last long. I’m afraid after a few short weeks there’ll be no trace of you left—aside from the skull I keep as a memento. You’ll be a fitting addition to the paladin shelf~”
Tycho never ceased struggling, even when he knew for certain it was of no use. While he’d always known the dangers of his profession, he’d hoped for a bit less...embarrassing end. Being fattened and eaten for dinner? He’d never hear the end of it in the afterlife. “I’d better...at least...give him indigestion,” the paladin mumbled as the air grew thinner and the stomach acids deeper. Fortunately he passed out before the first, sloppy gurgles began.
Blissful and content, Ajax continued to knead is churning gut. He let out a yawn, eyes half-closing. “Now that my guest is taken care of I think it’s about time for a well-earned nap. There’ll be plenty to do in the morning. So many traps to reset, so much food to restock. It’ll be a good way to start working off this fantastic feline.”
With a lazy chuckle the raptor waddled off towards his room, belly swaying and sloshing with every step, another paladin packed away as future pounds...
Tycho ends up fattened and helpless while storming the lair of the sinister raptor mage Ajax, who plans on turning him into a filling meal...
Plumping the Paladin
By: Indi
As Tycho looked upon the elaborate set of wooden double-doors he took a moment to catch his breath. The lion paladin had known taking on the sinister raptor mage Ajax would be difficult, that he’d face many challenges and might even die. He hadn’t quite expected the nature of those challenges though.
Normally in good shape, Tycho was now fairly plump. His clothes clung tightly to his softer body, numerous rips spread across the seams. What little armor he wore was struggling to hold on, straps strained and creaking with every move he made. He sported a taut ball gut, full of food yet still demanding more with loud growls.
Every last trap and obstacle in Ajax’s castle had seemed dedicated to fattening up intruders, from the slime guardians that forced their way down Tycho’s throat to the cursed idols that caused him to gain a pound with every magical pulse before they were destroyed. To his credit, Tycho had actually managed to avoid and defeat most of the traps with expert precision. Anyone less skilled would’ve ended up blubbery and immobilized, perhaps as early as the entrance.
Ajax certainly wouldn’t be a pushover, though.
Having collected himself, Tycho placed his pudgy paws on the doors and pushed them open, ready to face his foe.
Beyond the doors was a modest great hall, well lit with a throne at the very back. A slim raptor sat there, showing no sign of surprise by Tycho’s sudden entrance. What actually worried the paladin, though, was the massive banquet table that dominated the space in between them.
The table was overflowing with fruit and vegetables. A massive silver platter covered the far end, suspiciously empty. Tycho cursed under his breath. As healthy as the feast appeared, he remembered that nearly everything else in the castle that’d fattened him had looked the same. Any apple or orange on that table could prove worse for his waistline than a dozen pies and cakes.
Just the sight of the food was enough to make Tycho’s belly rumble louder, and he blushed as he averted his gaze as best he could. “It’s over Ajax! You can either surrender and face justice for your crimes, or meet the end of my sword. Though I’d prefer to avoid bloodshed.”
Ajax laughed. “Now paladin, wouldn’t you much rather enjoy a nice, wonderful meal? Surely there’s no need for us to fight.”
“I’ve already eaten more than enough,” Tycho grumbled as he slowly made his way towards the throne. While his eyes weren’t drifting towards the food, the aromas were still reaching his nose, which proved just as dangerous.
“But paladin I assure you, there is no finer fruit in all the land. Juicy and refreshing, especially in the warm weather we’ve been having. And the vegetables are so hearty! Just the right amount of crunch.”
The combination of the smells and praise had Tycho feeling like he was starving. His will was weakening by the second, his pace slowing. Abruptly the paladin veered away from Ajax—and towards the table.
A paw reached for an apple, shaking as Tycho tried to resist, but temptation won out in the end. Soon he was chomping down on it with gluttonous haste. The pit was thrown aside and a second apple grabbed, then another and another. The lion was completely helpless as he started to stuff himself silly.
Ajax stoop up and casually strolled over to the defeated paladin. “See? Eating is so much more rewarding than fighting. Indulging on the taste. Letting your inhibitions run wild. Filling your belly more and more and more until it feels like it’s about to burst. Shouldn’t a proper paladin be nice and plump?”
Tycho could barely hear a word Ajax was saying, all his concentration dedicated to resisting the urge to gorge—and failing. He could feel his gut swelling with every bite. Straps digging into his soft sides, breastplate groaning as it tried to contain a belly too round for it. His instincts told him he needed to stop eating, but his stomach and paws and maw simply shouted “More! More! More!”.
“Yes you’ve come along very nicely. Been a long, long while since a visitor has made it this far—which means you’re not excessively huge,” Ajax said. The raptor slipped behind Tycho and gave the glutting lion’s belly a squeeze on both sides, prompting blushing from both. “Sometimes a lighter meal is preferred, one that wont be a whole ordeal to handle.”
The straps of Tycho’s breastplate finally gave. The armor fell to the floor with a clatter, fully exposing his wobbling belly. Tycho’s clothing was on the verge of ruin, tatters held up by a few remaining threads that were tearing more and more. He felt the destruction his gluttony was inflicting, but couldn’t do a thing to stop it.
Even when the last of Tycho’s outfit slid off he continued to eat, his round belly pressing against the table.
“As delightful as it would be to watch you clear off this entire table, I do believe you’re ready for the main course.”
The raptor’s claw glowed, and Tycho floated right off the ground, as if weightless. Still grabbing any and all food in reach, the stuffed paladin was maneuvered over the table and onto the empty silver platter. He was placed belly-down, with just enough force to provoke a loud belch. Magic bound his arms and legs, the helpless lion left wobbling in place.
As a final touch Ajax forced the largest apple on the table into Tycho’s mouth, gagging him.
“Paladins are actually amongst my favorite food. I just always feel so energized after eating them—and they’re so healthy, too!” Ajax grinned, licking his lips as he eyed up the plump meal he’d captured. “And of course there’s that hint of magic for the perfect seasoning. I wonder how you’ll compare to the other paladins I’ve feasted upon?”
Tycho had been freed of his uncontrollable craving for food. He squirmed with all his might, but the weight of his gut and the unbreakable magic bindings made escape impossible.
Ajax gave one of Tycho’s chubby cheeks a taunting squeeze. “Enjoy the journey, paladin. Sating my hunger is as good a cause as any to sacrifice yourself for~”
Tycho’s eyes widened as the raptor’s maw opened, and with a single gulp he was
plunged into darkness. His thrashing intensified as he felt Ajax’s tongue run along his chin, tasting him. The swallows were slow, and drawn out. Ajax wanted to savor his meal.
All Tycho could do was struggle, even if in vain.
When Ajax’s jaws began to stretch over the round ball that was Tycho’s belly he let out long, elated moans. He gently squeezed down to feel the softness of the lion’s pudge—and to make him wiggle harder.
Meanwhile the raptor’s flat middle was swelling more and more with every swallow.
He’d enchanted his robes so they would grow along with him, of course, though they still did a wonderful job emphasizing the curvature of his new gut.
Inevitably Tycho’s belly slid completely past Ajax’s lips. With his own middle getting increasingly weighed down by the paladin filling it, the raptor resorted to magic to both lighten his load and ease his meal in claws-free. He slowly stepped away from the table, belly bouncing, and tilted his head up. Tycho practically slid right in, gravity, magic, and plain old swallows hastening his descent.
Tycho’s tail was the last to go, flicking wildly as it was slurped up. The second its bulge moved down Ajax’s neck he let out a satisfied uorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp.
“Mmmph, just as delicious as I’d hoped.” Ajax had a tight grip on his bulging belly with both arms, a dopey, delighted grin on his face. “There’s just—braaap—something about paladins. I could eat them every day and never grow tired of the taste. Though I’d probably grow a bit too fat for my own good.”
The raptor’s stomach was dark, damp, and cramped. The magic binding him dispersed, so he pulled the apple from his mouth and tossed it aside, growling. Tycho didn’t have any room to maneuver around in, and he could only push at the fleshy walls for so long before they rebounded back. He elbowed and kicked—even tried to scratch—but nothing fazed his captor. His situation was looking grim.
“You’ll fall eventually! If not by my paws then—ummph!” Tycho grunted as he was squeezed.
“Oh all my food says that. Next I’m sure you’ll swear others will come looking for you, which is honestly what I’m hoping for.” Ajax was gently shaking his belly as he talked, adoring the lumps made by his doomed prey. “A bounty of paladins to fatten and feast on. I can just imagine how much the table would groan beneath their heft. Then one-by-one I’d gobble them all up, until I was beached on my gut!”
The raptor’s laughter jostled Tycho further, splashing him with digestive juices.
“For now, though, you are more than enough to please me. In a matter of hours you’ll be churned into a thick soup, and then that soup will become layers of fat.” Ajax ran a claw across his middle. “I’ll be stuck with a small belly for sure, but it wont last long. I’m afraid after a few short weeks there’ll be no trace of you left—aside from the skull I keep as a memento. You’ll be a fitting addition to the paladin shelf~”
Tycho never ceased struggling, even when he knew for certain it was of no use. While he’d always known the dangers of his profession, he’d hoped for a bit less...embarrassing end. Being fattened and eaten for dinner? He’d never hear the end of it in the afterlife. “I’d better...at least...give him indigestion,” the paladin mumbled as the air grew thinner and the stomach acids deeper. Fortunately he passed out before the first, sloppy gurgles began.
Blissful and content, Ajax continued to knead is churning gut. He let out a yawn, eyes half-closing. “Now that my guest is taken care of I think it’s about time for a well-earned nap. There’ll be plenty to do in the morning. So many traps to reset, so much food to restock. It’ll be a good way to start working off this fantastic feline.”
With a lazy chuckle the raptor waddled off towards his room, belly swaying and sloshing with every step, another paladin packed away as future pounds...
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