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ryujin790, featuring his bugbear warlock, Weal of Waterdeep, entering into a sinfully rich pact with a pie fiend, suddenly having all the power of sugary baked goods at his command. Enjoy!
This story also features a cameo from
bitterbosc's character Barj, who you can read about here!
Weal woke up with a start, his head splitting, and the taste of a half dozen different overly sweet pastries still teasing his tongue. The earliest morning light was streaming through the window, and he leapt to his feet, almost to nearly trip over himself. The bugbear looked down at himself, and let out a startled yelp. There was a rotund, bulging mass hanging off his middle, splitting his baker's shirt apart; he had a belly the size of a prize hog. "W-what?" he slurred, stumbling over to the kitchen and grabbing a polished pan to see his reflection; every part of him was thicker. His limbs and chest had become plusher and fuller, his face rounder, accentuated by his thick hair and fur. "Oh… Oh Gods…"
He jumped as he felt a slap on his shoulder. "Like it? I think you carry the weight very well," Orobas chuckled, once again in his dragonborn guise.
"What— w-what did you do to me?!" Weal yelped, running a hand over his belly, flinching as he felt his own excess flesh wobble and be squeezed by his fingers.
"Well I needed a little more room than what you had on offer! So I did some… renovation," Orobas chuckled, patting the bugbear's belly and making it bounce. "I'm inside you now, Weal— I'm not really here, in the bakery, but right here," the dragonborn smirked, rubbing Weal's belly until the bugbear slapped his hand away.
"Augh, my clothes are ruined! I'm going to need to buy new everything, a-and…" Weal trailed off, his ears wilting. He plied his own soft flesh. "It… it's soft."
"And pliable, like dough. Nice, warm, and comfy— like your cinnamon rolls." Orobas grinned. "You know the old adage about not trusting a skinny chef. Same goes for bakers. If you're not resembling your cream puffs, then what are you even doing, I mean really?"
"Mm…" Weal's mouth twisted. "Still, I… Y-you could've warned me."
"Well, I'll warn you now, you had better get used to it. My magic— and now, your magic— is fueled by calories. You'll need to be eating constantly if you want to cast spells." Orobas smirked, giving Weal's belly one more slap to make it bounce. "You'll grow to love it."
ryujin790, featuring his bugbear warlock, Weal of Waterdeep, entering into a sinfully rich pact with a pie fiend, suddenly having all the power of sugary baked goods at his command. Enjoy!This story also features a cameo from
bitterbosc's character Barj, who you can read about here!Weal woke up with a start, his head splitting, and the taste of a half dozen different overly sweet pastries still teasing his tongue. The earliest morning light was streaming through the window, and he leapt to his feet, almost to nearly trip over himself. The bugbear looked down at himself, and let out a startled yelp. There was a rotund, bulging mass hanging off his middle, splitting his baker's shirt apart; he had a belly the size of a prize hog. "W-what?" he slurred, stumbling over to the kitchen and grabbing a polished pan to see his reflection; every part of him was thicker. His limbs and chest had become plusher and fuller, his face rounder, accentuated by his thick hair and fur. "Oh… Oh Gods…"
He jumped as he felt a slap on his shoulder. "Like it? I think you carry the weight very well," Orobas chuckled, once again in his dragonborn guise.
"What— w-what did you do to me?!" Weal yelped, running a hand over his belly, flinching as he felt his own excess flesh wobble and be squeezed by his fingers.
"Well I needed a little more room than what you had on offer! So I did some… renovation," Orobas chuckled, patting the bugbear's belly and making it bounce. "I'm inside you now, Weal— I'm not really here, in the bakery, but right here," the dragonborn smirked, rubbing Weal's belly until the bugbear slapped his hand away.
"Augh, my clothes are ruined! I'm going to need to buy new everything, a-and…" Weal trailed off, his ears wilting. He plied his own soft flesh. "It… it's soft."
"And pliable, like dough. Nice, warm, and comfy— like your cinnamon rolls." Orobas grinned. "You know the old adage about not trusting a skinny chef. Same goes for bakers. If you're not resembling your cream puffs, then what are you even doing, I mean really?"
"Mm…" Weal's mouth twisted. "Still, I… Y-you could've warned me."
"Well, I'll warn you now, you had better get used to it. My magic— and now, your magic— is fueled by calories. You'll need to be eating constantly if you want to cast spells." Orobas smirked, giving Weal's belly one more slap to make it bounce. "You'll grow to love it."
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