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It was always quite rough for the lioness to get adjusted to being in the army.
Luthera walked through the grassy plains where she and her team had set up camp. They were under orders to attack any resistance encampments and local villages that proved to be less agreeable to Admiral’s terms. Dealing with threats was very simple for the red lioness as they would be easily struck down by her powerful lance and protect her troopers with her absorbent shield. She did wish her attempts to fit in with the army were just as easy.
The red lioness hailed from Avalon, a kingdom where they continued to embrace their medieval traditions of knighthood, magic, and language. She was a knight of the round table who served the people… until she couldn’t tolerate the rule of the current king, He neglected much of his people in terms of resources and care for… partying and treating himself. Every Knight of the Roundtable did what they could to serve the citizens to ensure they were fed and safe. Even though she did much for the kingdom, she was still held down by the baggage of her bloodline.
She is of the Lancelot family, a legendary hero… and betrayer of King Arthur. It has resulted in her being judged by nearly all, especially the current king. He was always harsh with her and treated her less than the other knights. She despised it and him. Luthera wanted to put him in his place but couldn’t bear defying the whole kingdom. So she bore all the insults and stress. Things would change when a particular group became curious. A small squadron of soldiers in purple attire discovered their kingdom and approached it. Luthera joined up with a few squires to stop them, only to be beaten by the one leading them, Admiral. A tall dark gray, brown rabbit defeated her through sheer power she hadn’t seen before. Though the lioness feared the worst, Admiral let her and the others go as she felt satisfied getting a taste of what the kingdom had to offer. The lance-wielding knight watched them leave before returning to warn the king, only to be scolded for her poor effort. Her hatred sparked even further that day, giving her the push she needed.
When Admiral invaded with her army, Luthera hardly did much to halt them compared to her comrades. They rampaged and captured several knights and citizens with their odd but powerful tech. Through the efforts of the Knights of the Round Table and visiting outsiders like an adventurous snow leopard, they were able to repel the attack. Though, the rabbit would break into the castle and confront the king. She threatened for him to surrender before everyone showed up to stop her, causing her to retreat. Just as she would leave, Luthera would join her, shocking almost everyone. She declared her disgust for the King and deemed Admiral to be a better ruler than he ever could be, and hitched on the same ride with her. She gave the kingdom shrinking in the distance one last glance, vowing to free those struggling under his rule, but she would need to tackle a different struggle later on… fitting in.
Admiral’s army was more… different than the medieval culture she hailed from. People spoke the same language as her but much more loose and casual, disregarding any finesse. While she could understand a decent amount of it, the slang they threw around boggled her mind. It didn’t help several conversations went like this,
“How art thou? Art thou feeling well today?”
“Um…I’m alright, I guess. What’s with the get-up? You look like you are overcompensating for something?”
“Overcompensating…? What dost thou mean by that?”
“Okay, why do you talk like that?”
It was either they questioned her way of speech or her attire. While she did earn a position of the very few in the upper ranks, she had a tough time wearing anything that didn’t make her feel protected. When she was told to wear the uniform, she was flustered. A skin-tight purple, black suit, dark gloves with magenta cuffs, lavender socks with tough padding, and a cap with a violet brim? Her mind couldn’t comprehend wearing something that made her feel exposed, no matter what they said. She did wear the uniform but underneath her armor. Things didn’t help when it came to how the army did their work.
The army did things that seemed mystical to her, from forging weapons and crafting ammo designed to bloat people into round, helpless balloons to giving those like her the powers to balloon themselves. For many, it was quite a rush to become large and powerful, from larger muscles to toned physiques. Luthera was amazed as to how it was even possible and assumed what was naturally based on her homeland, only to be corrected afterward.
“How wondrous! I was unaware you all could craft something so magical!... Tis not magic? What dost thou mean it’s nothing like that? S-Science?”
She would be briefly lectured on how it was different, revealing bits of how their serums were made and how it alters the subject’s body in order to make it able to generate gas and enhance the person's durability. Not even the alchemists of her kingdom were this complicated about their work.
All of those things just made her feel out of place. Could she really bond with these people, especially with how her kingdom viewed everyone outside as shameless folk who abandoned their traditions? Can she rely on her loyalty to Admiral to feel like she belongs in this army? Will she ever be able to free her people from the tyranny of her king if this empire does not see the same as her?
“Luthera,” one of the soldiers called out as they checked the tablet in their hands, “I believe we have acquired a location of a potential freedom fighter camp, though we are unsure if it is being used. It seems empty. Should we inspect it now or wait?”
The lioness turned towards them before setting down her lance and shield. “I counsel ye to bide low for a while,” She commanded as she strolled further out, “I shall look ahead and give word if any resistance folk approaches their land.”
“Understood, Luthera!”
It was only the first week or so that was tough for her. She was at her lowest, feeling unwelcome in this empire. Admiral would find her sulking in her room, wondering why she was hardly out and about. The lioness tried to explain her troubles, unsure if Admiral would be able to understand her words. To her surprise, she was able to comprehend her problems. The rabbit explained that everyone wasn’t used to someone like her, but a lot of them could sense the type of person she was. The hare told her that many of them come from different situations as some were judged and unwelcomed in their communities, others lost their homes and properties due to attacks of a fiendish man, or gradually lost faith that the world could be a better place. “Do not feel you have no place here,” Admiral said, “We are strong because we stand united under common goals. Everyone has their own rate with how they may connect with each other, some are fast while others take moments at a time. There are already a few who look up and wish to know you more, so take your time expressing yourself. Those fears are barriers you can break down with help.”
Luthera listened to her words and took them to heart. She walked around the base and took moments to see how people were, seeing them casually chatting with one another. A few would wave at her, and she did the same slowly. She went inside the cafeteria to eat where she struggled on what to eat as much of the options were alien to her. That would be when a grunt would get close to her and ask her a few questions relating to her tastes. She gave the best words she could before being promptly suggested what to grab then. She thanked them but the same soldier would ask if she’d like to come sit with them and their pals. The lioness hesitated at first but agreed to follow. From there, she got to meet friendly people with a more calm atmosphere. They all introduced themselves as did Luthera. Each one became interested in her and what her home was like and in return, they helped her adjust to her new environment and understand each other’s speech… and nonsensical terms to avoid if anyone happens to spit it out. Her mind began to ease as she found a spot for herself.
When she was given a mission, those same people would be assigned to her. Through their previous conversations, they were able to communicate effectively. She issued orders in her tongue and everyone followed them with little trouble. She protected them with her shield and retaliated against those who dared harm them as they supported her. Word would spread of her successes as a few more people flocked towards her. Luthera felt she was welcomed and saw she did have a place. The lioness would soon put away her armor and only kept the cape and pauldrons as part of her uniform.
“We’ll make sure to be ready before you let us know!” Another soldier answered.
“Splendid,” The lioness stated as her figure began to expand outwards, “I shall ensure it is done with haste.”
One of the grunts whistled as they eyed her ballooning former before getting lightly bonked on the nogging by the previous soldier. “Do take your time, madame. It doesn’t hurt to enjoy yourself a little when you are up there.”
They weren’t wrong. When Luthera learned how the stronger portion of the army were inflatable soldiers, she was unsure how to feel about it. Her mind wondered how it was possible and if it was safe for anyone to make use of? She didn’t get much information previously after she received the formula herself, and was not a fan of taking a syringe. Initially, she didn’t know how to activate it and the details those scientists gave her weren’t much help. She went days without being able to use it fully out of fear of things going wrong. The most she could manage to push her gut out, which proved uncomfortable for her armor, before getting stuck in a doorway. The lead scientist, an orange skunk, would meet her and ask how the serum was treating her. Understanding her plight, he would explain how it functioned in a way that made sense to her, a simple form with magical terms more familiar. She got the gist of what was important for her. The knight can blow herself up like a balloon with gas she could control on command while being granted grander strength and durability, allowing her to get around easily and not feel so fragile and helpless. The knight was advised to use it akin to channeling magic and controlling the flow to fill out the way she wanted and compress it back down to return to a more manageable size.
The lioness was round and wide from the gas building up in her body. Her suit stretched nicely around her burgeoning figure. Her limbs fattened and squeaked as she looked towards the blue sky. It was an odd sensation to feel bits of herself swell up like the cheeks of her face becoming puffy orbs or the palms and soles of her hands and feet ballooning. Luthera watched each of her fingers hiss and puff up like swollen sausages. Behind, the bottom of her tail swelled as air pushed its way through. The oversized lioness clenched her puffed palms and jumped into the air. She flew and floated higher as the lighter-than-air properties of her gas assisted in her ascension.
She did enjoy looking at the blue sky from below, but rarely thought of the chances of ever being closer to it. Her kingdom had means for flight from using magic to ride the breeze and ascend to the few creations that used crystals to make rides for it, such as a mighty airship or a novelty hot air balloon. Her room-filling gut wobbled as a cool breeze brushed against its hide. It took her quite a while to get used to feeling her skin stretching to accommodate the brewing pressure in her system. She remembered how red her face became the first few times she watched her ample breast surge out or her slim rear thicken behind. A bizarre experience for sure.
Luthera looked at the grassy plains and lush trees below. The hissing from her body once alarmed her but now she found it comforting, much like the coziness her blimped cheeks provided to her face. She didn't mind how restraining it felt having round mounds for limbs and found it adorable slowly wiggling her immense fingers of her pillowy hands or wagging her bed squishing stompers topped with three beachball-sized toes for each. One of the things that originally startled her was the tightness sensation around the center of her belly as it stretched. Her mind barely had a moment to process it before hearing a sharp pop and feeling something push out. She didn’t know what it was till someone passed by and commented on how cute her outie was. What a strange empire she joined… yet, she felt the best she could ever be compared to her old home.
Seeing a landscape from above was a calming sight, something she would only see a few times on a typical ship but as a dirigible… it was something else. Her hide stopped stretching as the gas settled inside her, leaving her rivaling many parade floats with her size. She used the slight space between her dwarfing cheeks to scan any movement as she listened to the wind that dashed around her puffy bulk. Part of her mind thought back to her comrade’s statement, suggesting she take her time.
She listened to the breeze and looked at the blue scenery around there. The lioness blimp watched white, fluffy clouds slowly drift through the sky much like her. Her swollen flesh let out squeaks and soft groans from the pressure swirling through her body. Luthera pondered if it would be best to take it easy for a while. She was used to always being on alert and making sure everyone was absolutely safe before even taking a second to breathe and resume duty. Maybe she should get more comfy like her oblong zeppelin of a tail laying against her ginormous rump cheeks. Seeing the world like this made the lioness smile, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to float like a free parade float and not worry about the troubles she had to endure. She took a deep breath and eased herself, feeling the soothing light of the sun.
She relaxed for several moments before hearing faint chatter below. Luthera peeked towards the direction the voices came from and saw a small group of folks strolling by, carrying wispons and a cart of goods. They were headed towards the camp that was believed to be vacant. She frowned a little, feeling her break would be cut short, but duty called. She raised her swollen arms and her fat palm glowed. In the distance, her lance and shield rosed and came soaring towards their master. The pressure inside her began to shrink as she grabbed her weapons. “A swift strike from above shall suffice,” she whispered.
Nearly forgot to upload something for this month. Have a fairly old pic that I do enjoy looking at from time to time.
Art by:
snowpirate-101
Luthera walked through the grassy plains where she and her team had set up camp. They were under orders to attack any resistance encampments and local villages that proved to be less agreeable to Admiral’s terms. Dealing with threats was very simple for the red lioness as they would be easily struck down by her powerful lance and protect her troopers with her absorbent shield. She did wish her attempts to fit in with the army were just as easy.
The red lioness hailed from Avalon, a kingdom where they continued to embrace their medieval traditions of knighthood, magic, and language. She was a knight of the round table who served the people… until she couldn’t tolerate the rule of the current king, He neglected much of his people in terms of resources and care for… partying and treating himself. Every Knight of the Roundtable did what they could to serve the citizens to ensure they were fed and safe. Even though she did much for the kingdom, she was still held down by the baggage of her bloodline.
She is of the Lancelot family, a legendary hero… and betrayer of King Arthur. It has resulted in her being judged by nearly all, especially the current king. He was always harsh with her and treated her less than the other knights. She despised it and him. Luthera wanted to put him in his place but couldn’t bear defying the whole kingdom. So she bore all the insults and stress. Things would change when a particular group became curious. A small squadron of soldiers in purple attire discovered their kingdom and approached it. Luthera joined up with a few squires to stop them, only to be beaten by the one leading them, Admiral. A tall dark gray, brown rabbit defeated her through sheer power she hadn’t seen before. Though the lioness feared the worst, Admiral let her and the others go as she felt satisfied getting a taste of what the kingdom had to offer. The lance-wielding knight watched them leave before returning to warn the king, only to be scolded for her poor effort. Her hatred sparked even further that day, giving her the push she needed.
When Admiral invaded with her army, Luthera hardly did much to halt them compared to her comrades. They rampaged and captured several knights and citizens with their odd but powerful tech. Through the efforts of the Knights of the Round Table and visiting outsiders like an adventurous snow leopard, they were able to repel the attack. Though, the rabbit would break into the castle and confront the king. She threatened for him to surrender before everyone showed up to stop her, causing her to retreat. Just as she would leave, Luthera would join her, shocking almost everyone. She declared her disgust for the King and deemed Admiral to be a better ruler than he ever could be, and hitched on the same ride with her. She gave the kingdom shrinking in the distance one last glance, vowing to free those struggling under his rule, but she would need to tackle a different struggle later on… fitting in.
Admiral’s army was more… different than the medieval culture she hailed from. People spoke the same language as her but much more loose and casual, disregarding any finesse. While she could understand a decent amount of it, the slang they threw around boggled her mind. It didn’t help several conversations went like this,
“How art thou? Art thou feeling well today?”
“Um…I’m alright, I guess. What’s with the get-up? You look like you are overcompensating for something?”
“Overcompensating…? What dost thou mean by that?”
“Okay, why do you talk like that?”
It was either they questioned her way of speech or her attire. While she did earn a position of the very few in the upper ranks, she had a tough time wearing anything that didn’t make her feel protected. When she was told to wear the uniform, she was flustered. A skin-tight purple, black suit, dark gloves with magenta cuffs, lavender socks with tough padding, and a cap with a violet brim? Her mind couldn’t comprehend wearing something that made her feel exposed, no matter what they said. She did wear the uniform but underneath her armor. Things didn’t help when it came to how the army did their work.
The army did things that seemed mystical to her, from forging weapons and crafting ammo designed to bloat people into round, helpless balloons to giving those like her the powers to balloon themselves. For many, it was quite a rush to become large and powerful, from larger muscles to toned physiques. Luthera was amazed as to how it was even possible and assumed what was naturally based on her homeland, only to be corrected afterward.
“How wondrous! I was unaware you all could craft something so magical!... Tis not magic? What dost thou mean it’s nothing like that? S-Science?”
She would be briefly lectured on how it was different, revealing bits of how their serums were made and how it alters the subject’s body in order to make it able to generate gas and enhance the person's durability. Not even the alchemists of her kingdom were this complicated about their work.
All of those things just made her feel out of place. Could she really bond with these people, especially with how her kingdom viewed everyone outside as shameless folk who abandoned their traditions? Can she rely on her loyalty to Admiral to feel like she belongs in this army? Will she ever be able to free her people from the tyranny of her king if this empire does not see the same as her?
“Luthera,” one of the soldiers called out as they checked the tablet in their hands, “I believe we have acquired a location of a potential freedom fighter camp, though we are unsure if it is being used. It seems empty. Should we inspect it now or wait?”
The lioness turned towards them before setting down her lance and shield. “I counsel ye to bide low for a while,” She commanded as she strolled further out, “I shall look ahead and give word if any resistance folk approaches their land.”
“Understood, Luthera!”
It was only the first week or so that was tough for her. She was at her lowest, feeling unwelcome in this empire. Admiral would find her sulking in her room, wondering why she was hardly out and about. The lioness tried to explain her troubles, unsure if Admiral would be able to understand her words. To her surprise, she was able to comprehend her problems. The rabbit explained that everyone wasn’t used to someone like her, but a lot of them could sense the type of person she was. The hare told her that many of them come from different situations as some were judged and unwelcomed in their communities, others lost their homes and properties due to attacks of a fiendish man, or gradually lost faith that the world could be a better place. “Do not feel you have no place here,” Admiral said, “We are strong because we stand united under common goals. Everyone has their own rate with how they may connect with each other, some are fast while others take moments at a time. There are already a few who look up and wish to know you more, so take your time expressing yourself. Those fears are barriers you can break down with help.”
Luthera listened to her words and took them to heart. She walked around the base and took moments to see how people were, seeing them casually chatting with one another. A few would wave at her, and she did the same slowly. She went inside the cafeteria to eat where she struggled on what to eat as much of the options were alien to her. That would be when a grunt would get close to her and ask her a few questions relating to her tastes. She gave the best words she could before being promptly suggested what to grab then. She thanked them but the same soldier would ask if she’d like to come sit with them and their pals. The lioness hesitated at first but agreed to follow. From there, she got to meet friendly people with a more calm atmosphere. They all introduced themselves as did Luthera. Each one became interested in her and what her home was like and in return, they helped her adjust to her new environment and understand each other’s speech… and nonsensical terms to avoid if anyone happens to spit it out. Her mind began to ease as she found a spot for herself.
When she was given a mission, those same people would be assigned to her. Through their previous conversations, they were able to communicate effectively. She issued orders in her tongue and everyone followed them with little trouble. She protected them with her shield and retaliated against those who dared harm them as they supported her. Word would spread of her successes as a few more people flocked towards her. Luthera felt she was welcomed and saw she did have a place. The lioness would soon put away her armor and only kept the cape and pauldrons as part of her uniform.
“We’ll make sure to be ready before you let us know!” Another soldier answered.
“Splendid,” The lioness stated as her figure began to expand outwards, “I shall ensure it is done with haste.”
One of the grunts whistled as they eyed her ballooning former before getting lightly bonked on the nogging by the previous soldier. “Do take your time, madame. It doesn’t hurt to enjoy yourself a little when you are up there.”
They weren’t wrong. When Luthera learned how the stronger portion of the army were inflatable soldiers, she was unsure how to feel about it. Her mind wondered how it was possible and if it was safe for anyone to make use of? She didn’t get much information previously after she received the formula herself, and was not a fan of taking a syringe. Initially, she didn’t know how to activate it and the details those scientists gave her weren’t much help. She went days without being able to use it fully out of fear of things going wrong. The most she could manage to push her gut out, which proved uncomfortable for her armor, before getting stuck in a doorway. The lead scientist, an orange skunk, would meet her and ask how the serum was treating her. Understanding her plight, he would explain how it functioned in a way that made sense to her, a simple form with magical terms more familiar. She got the gist of what was important for her. The knight can blow herself up like a balloon with gas she could control on command while being granted grander strength and durability, allowing her to get around easily and not feel so fragile and helpless. The knight was advised to use it akin to channeling magic and controlling the flow to fill out the way she wanted and compress it back down to return to a more manageable size.
The lioness was round and wide from the gas building up in her body. Her suit stretched nicely around her burgeoning figure. Her limbs fattened and squeaked as she looked towards the blue sky. It was an odd sensation to feel bits of herself swell up like the cheeks of her face becoming puffy orbs or the palms and soles of her hands and feet ballooning. Luthera watched each of her fingers hiss and puff up like swollen sausages. Behind, the bottom of her tail swelled as air pushed its way through. The oversized lioness clenched her puffed palms and jumped into the air. She flew and floated higher as the lighter-than-air properties of her gas assisted in her ascension.
She did enjoy looking at the blue sky from below, but rarely thought of the chances of ever being closer to it. Her kingdom had means for flight from using magic to ride the breeze and ascend to the few creations that used crystals to make rides for it, such as a mighty airship or a novelty hot air balloon. Her room-filling gut wobbled as a cool breeze brushed against its hide. It took her quite a while to get used to feeling her skin stretching to accommodate the brewing pressure in her system. She remembered how red her face became the first few times she watched her ample breast surge out or her slim rear thicken behind. A bizarre experience for sure.
Luthera looked at the grassy plains and lush trees below. The hissing from her body once alarmed her but now she found it comforting, much like the coziness her blimped cheeks provided to her face. She didn't mind how restraining it felt having round mounds for limbs and found it adorable slowly wiggling her immense fingers of her pillowy hands or wagging her bed squishing stompers topped with three beachball-sized toes for each. One of the things that originally startled her was the tightness sensation around the center of her belly as it stretched. Her mind barely had a moment to process it before hearing a sharp pop and feeling something push out. She didn’t know what it was till someone passed by and commented on how cute her outie was. What a strange empire she joined… yet, she felt the best she could ever be compared to her old home.
Seeing a landscape from above was a calming sight, something she would only see a few times on a typical ship but as a dirigible… it was something else. Her hide stopped stretching as the gas settled inside her, leaving her rivaling many parade floats with her size. She used the slight space between her dwarfing cheeks to scan any movement as she listened to the wind that dashed around her puffy bulk. Part of her mind thought back to her comrade’s statement, suggesting she take her time.
She listened to the breeze and looked at the blue scenery around there. The lioness blimp watched white, fluffy clouds slowly drift through the sky much like her. Her swollen flesh let out squeaks and soft groans from the pressure swirling through her body. Luthera pondered if it would be best to take it easy for a while. She was used to always being on alert and making sure everyone was absolutely safe before even taking a second to breathe and resume duty. Maybe she should get more comfy like her oblong zeppelin of a tail laying against her ginormous rump cheeks. Seeing the world like this made the lioness smile, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to float like a free parade float and not worry about the troubles she had to endure. She took a deep breath and eased herself, feeling the soothing light of the sun.
She relaxed for several moments before hearing faint chatter below. Luthera peeked towards the direction the voices came from and saw a small group of folks strolling by, carrying wispons and a cart of goods. They were headed towards the camp that was believed to be vacant. She frowned a little, feeling her break would be cut short, but duty called. She raised her swollen arms and her fat palm glowed. In the distance, her lance and shield rosed and came soaring towards their master. The pressure inside her began to shrink as she grabbed her weapons. “A swift strike from above shall suffice,” she whispered.
Nearly forgot to upload something for this month. Have a fairly old pic that I do enjoy looking at from time to time.
Art by:
snowpirate-101
Category All / Inflation
Species Mobian
Size 2196 x 1678px
File Size 1.81 MB
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