#twitchy!chopstop

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Who are the top three ass-masters?

canon:

Rose Quartz, the Gem paragon of Butt with a body that planets were consumed to create! This is not a metaphor. Just as she chose to have the most massive boobs of any Gem (and introduced the concept to the rest), she has the best butt of all!

Terezi Pyrope: She's got hips for YEARS and that includes a butt equal to the collective butts of entire groups. she hoards booty fat like some dragons hoard treasure! (She hoards a lot of stuff, but its the butt most people notice ASAP.)

Sierra: this is almost canon, actually. there was once a sight gag where she fell on Courtney and almost crushed her because she is THICC.

OCs:

Tia: Her boobs get more attention in my draws but she has the biggest and most powerful butt of EVERYONE. When she walks through doors, it rearranges the walls. When she sits in chairs, chairs are destroyed, devoured or reshaped to become BEDS just from her butt size.

Chopstop: She is small but her butt is gigantic. she's REALLY shortstacked; this gobbo MILF has got enough butt and massive hips to suit whole groups of people all at once. and she's proud of her curves!

Odina. She'd happily hand the position off to, say, the Sugar Goos (Cocoa and Sussy) or someone else, but since her butt is always growing so massively she outpaces everyone else

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hypothetical idea i was working over for the ‘dial a superpower’ but for Tia; should probably not be taken as canon unless it’s interesting enough

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Tia squirmed around, and it was a nice illustration that she didn't exactly have a conventional skeletal structure. It wasn't easy to say what was supporting her body, really; there was definitely some kind of rigid structure supporting her, but whatever it was, it was a lot more elastic than it really needed to be.

Her hips pivoted almost in a completely three-sixty-degree angle, like a chair rotating itself all the way around. Her plump belly and midsection twisted up like a spring, and her upper body whirled around, weighed a few different directions by her gigantic breasts swaying her all around. Her massive curtain of cotton candy colored hair flopped around in thick strands like masses of silky seaweed, and the whole thing just jiggled in every direction imaginable, going from sexy to silly to vaguely repulsive to watch, and all the way back the other direction.

And on a pair of legs like stilts. It was actually kind of funny, Chopstop mused, that her thighs were so thick, such splendidly massive hamhocks that anyone should be glad to slide their head between, and then her knees, and BOOM. Her legs slimmed down to... well, a pair of stilts. That was the best you could say about them. They narrowed significantly, coming down to slender points or perhaps a kind of pod, and several stubby toes poked out there.

A body like a mass of organic jello without actually being a slime-type; bundles of ever shifting organs structured more like a mechanical dungeon than an organic creature, and bending around so much that she was now able to look straight down at her butt. It was horrifyingly fun to watch.

She produced a small creaking noises as she abruptly snapped back into her normal shape, her elasticity finally reaching its limit. "Whee!" She said, and went straight back to squirming.

"Oh, come on," Chopstop said, one of the robotic armatures extending from a harness around her body inserting something into her body. "I've seen literal kids not be this whiny at a doctor visit!"

Tia crossed her arms and made a grumpy noise. "Hmph," she rumbled, scowling adorably. "Is it installed, yet?"

"You can't tell?" One of Chopstop's armatures inserted the last of a seemingly unrelated series of devices; a lengthy strip of psychically resonant fibers against what you had to call Tia's spine, several battery-shaped canisters to be placed throughout her body in a relay system, and so on. "You made the thing."

Tia rumbled again, and it sounded a deflective sort of noise; not exactly a laugh, or a cry, or anything inbetween. All of those at once; her gills flapped and swelled, so thickly she could have put her hand around them, and the deep black of her shimmering skin turned a faint green, just around the gills. It all faded, and the moment passed.

Chopstop wondered, not for the first time, if it had once been the body language of a forgotten species Tia had adopted, in her own formal way. If perhaps her weird mannerisms had once been typical of a species no one even remembered; she was so old, after all. Who knew how much of her was adapted to mirror creatures that had long since left any mortal world; speak their languages of body and gesture.

Or perhaps not. It might have simply been her way to mimic the way mortals showed those sort of feelings. Her own fumbling, grasping attempts to mirror mortals in general.

Asking her was pointless. She wouldn't understand the question.

"Hold still," Chopstop said, as her sensors indicated that the last of the devices had married into each other, merging with Tia's adaptable flesh. More than that; she felt it all coming together; her senses were linked to the cybernetics housed within her own body, and they did not speak to her, or something that reported to her. She felt the world through them. Another armature drifted down low, plunging a long rod into Tia's back. "This one is gonna hurt," she added, warningly.

"It's okay, I turned off mine ability to feel pain," Tia said brightly.

"I'd say 'lucky you', but I got one of them pain editors too." Chopstop stuck her tongue out, concentrating. "In one... two..."

Three.

The rod punched out. Tia flinched, more from the impact than actual sensation. She rolled her body around as the rod sunk deeper, the tiny manipulators at the end sinking into a cluster of controlling mechanisms at the core of her new cybernetic suite. It clicked them on, and depowered.

"Okay," Chopstop said, as the rod removed itself from Tia's body, the hole it made sealing up behind. "All set! Your new gear should be working okay."

Tia stood up straight, and examined her arm. Around where her wrist would have been, if her body was more carefully defined, there was a strange device poking up through her skin. It looked a lot like a dial.

"Hrm," she said. "It works?"

"Try it."

Tia twisted the dial back and forth; little holographic selections appeared, and she flipped through them.

As she did, her body transformed. An image of a muscular figure, and her body grew slightly larger, muscles swelling up into an imposing frame. Another figure, with extra arms; an energy field appeared around her body, solidifying into the shape of multiple arms that stuck out from her body, in different sizes and shapes.

Another; her body became living lava. Another; she turned drippy and liquid, more like an actual goo girl. Another, and she swelled up and bounced gently, her whole form growing elastic and rubbery.

Tia continued toying with it, and Chopstop remembered what she'd worked out over time:

Tia did not absorb or consume powers, exactly. She'd always assumed that, hadn't she? But she hadn't actually asked. And as it turned out, she didn't.

It made sense, she supposed. When you consumed, say, a big platter of meat, the meat didn't stay as some abstract idea of MEAT inside you. It just got broke down into its base components, which your body repurposed. So when Tia did the same thing... those powers didn't remain inside her, to be called on.

Instead, they were dissolved into components; aspects of power, that Tia could build back into entirely new abilities, recombining to fit her sense of identity. Exactly how that worked, and what those components actually were, had completely gone over Chopstop's head; the whole discussion had gotten too technical for her.

But the gist of it was that the process was actually kind of... random. Tia didn't actually sit down and think 'aha! Today, I will make big claws that shoot lasers!" Instead, her power naturally reworked itself, based on what she was feeling, and generated a new paradigm for her, using her absorbed powers as the building blocks for that.

And the theory had gone: couldn't it be artificially manipulated?

So they had created a system to do just that; a way to artificially alter her body by directly manipulating those components, forcing it into a new shape.

"Just be careful with that," Chopstop said, collapsing the armatures into a handy-dandy transportable canister; she caught it with a hip bump as it dropped offer her, her massive hips sending it flying into a nearby container marked 'GADGET CRAP AND STUFF'. "That'll probably tire you out and wait what the hell am I doing? You're just going to turn yourself into a puddle or a living bounce house or something like that, no matter what I say."

"Yeah, probably," Tia said. Massive plates appeared on her back, tail and arms, and she somehow contorted her body so that the plates wrapped around her, collapsing into a giant ball. "Whee! I can GO FAST now!"

"...Can I run on top of you? Like an exercise ball! Made of DOOM!"

"Ha hah, yeah!"

Chopstop climbed on top of her. "Just be careful not to push this during combat," she warned. "It's probably something we can work with when things aren't so serious, but your magic REALLY doesn't do well with things getting stressful. Doing this in a fight will probably tax you really hard."

The ball-plates parted slightly. Tia's face poked out. "Story of my life," she said mournfully.

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Tia: I mades dice for playing tabletop games!

Tia: But I was thinking about things getting big and small and accidentally mixed some sizechangy things into the dice.

Tia: now every time we roll dice, peoples are randomly gaining inches to their bodies based on what they roll. Critical successes change it to 'feet', or more!

Chopstop, currently filling the entire room: gotta say, unintentionally gambling our sizes as a side detail of gaming was not what I expected.

Odina, poking her head out of a cup: HALP

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Tia, waking up in the morning: -assorting grumbly noises-

Chopstop: Sup, pretty mama.

Tia: hrungl bungle not nowww... me still sleepy...

Tia, getting a giant mug: gotta drink first

chopstop: I didn't know you drank coffee

Tia: Never touch coffee. this isn't coffee

Chopstop: Okay so it's fruit juice?

Tia: Nah

Chopstop: Tea?

Tia: ew, no

Chopstop: So what IS it?

Tia: Soda.

Chopstop: ...You drink soda in the morning?

Tia: I never STOP drinking soda.

Chopstop: Isn't that bad for your teeth?

Tia, spitting out a mouthful of corroded teeth as new ones pop in: Bad for what now?

Chopstop: First point, EW. Second point, damn I wish I could do that.

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a minor side project im working on in my warm ups for Proper Comm Work is, a fic of Tia, Chopstop and Tamitayo exploring an ancient temple in search of an ancient elemental artifact that has tragically already been stolen by Jord a long time ago, fueling Tia’s extremely intense feud with her

see, i started playing God of War PS4 a few weeks ago and it was my main game for a while nad i’m still playing it on the regular, and i was fascinated by the leviathan axe’s whole gimmick. i thought that would fit Jord REALLY well, so i thought: ‘but how do i adapt that without being too obvious about it? like jsut spin off the idea of a magical frost axe that returns when you call it?’

so i thought, what if it wasn’t JUST a frost axe, but had greater potential than that, and jord just uses like one for the aesthetic

the current idea is that it’s a sort of long pole weapon with, instead of a weapon head, something that resembles a bell inlaid with a core of many different elemental substances. this artifact can create and control all the elements. ice, water, fire, metal, lightning, if its an element this thing can control it. but it requires the user to have some kind of vibe wITH that element, and since jord is a frost giant, she’s able to use ice the easiest.

it returns when you throw it (which is a basic enchantment common to many weapons) and she uses its power to create an ice blade on it that resembles an axe blade, its ludicrously sharp, so sharp that its edge is the definition of Sharpness

jord is actually unaware of its vast potential. it was just a cool thing she nabbed and Tia is actually pretty furious that she’s using it so ineptly. (Tamitayo is more concerned about the damage done to the temple and the offense to architectural knowledge, and Chopstop just says “yeah our months long search into the temple was a complete waste of time, but i got to roll down mountains like a ball so i had fun”)

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Tia: I am not saying that I is lazy...

Tia: But i DID spend a few lifetimes on a reef as a big barnacle monster. Fused my legs and just latched on and stayed there!

Tia: I had the biggest and fattest, bestest butt in the WHOLE reef!

Chopstop, pausing in the middle of fixing up a toaster death ray to process this: ...It was a coral reef. What kind of competition did you have?

Tia, pausing:

Tia, contemplating that around her, inanimate objects, animals and landscape tend to transform into hyper curvy feminine forms over time:

Tia: You might be surprised!

Tia: Oh, yas. This explains what happened to the city block where I used to be living!

Chopstop: What happened to it?

Tia: Last I heard, it was a lewd fashion model. Big dresses look good on apartment boobs!

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How some of the Twitchyverse Cast react to someone being smug about their big fat butt

Tia: happening to overhear someone bragging and shoving their butt into other people and hipchecking them and bragging about how FAT their butt is, you will never have a butt as good as this, she will eventually lose her temper and either slap that butt so hard she absorbs its fatness and leaves them skinny while her own butt expands, or she will gobble them up. with similar results.

Cocoa and Sussy: the pair of them, in such a situation, use their weird slime girl powers to expand their butts far beyond what any frail solid-shape being could possibly manage, maybe to the point that their butts are jellified. they then hip check the smug booty girl or butt-smash her.

odina: “shut the fuck up” she says, indifferently, playing a phone game. if they bug her she will just sit on them with her vastly bigger butt

Chopstop: she just grins all toothily. her gut is huge, or perhaps her butt is wiggling with a booty girl several times as big as she is. “What pompous booty girl?” she says innocently. “I didn’t see any booty girl- (BURP NOISES)”. her butt then grows several more times.

Bepog: turns the offending booty girl into a pair of super-shorts that gives Bepog the booty’s girls butt size and increased jumping/butt slam attack. also super skimpy to show off her massive butt gains, and to imprison the booty girl with the humiliation of being a pair of micro shorts! and less than a thong, disappearing between the cheeks.

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when in doubt, craft something

Upon the horizon, the sky was twisting and churning with unnatural colors oozing out of the veil between the realms of imagination, magic and the spirits, and the boundary of the world that the adventurers knew. Sometimes those colors flashed by like lightning, sudden and violent. The sky changed behind it, just as violently. And sometimes it was slow, like the uncomfortable sense that something in the world had gone wrong.

It marked a point where the edge of the world was just that: an edge, a point where physical laws, shaped matter and the primacy of the elements no longer held sway. Past that point, things... dissolved. And past that...

Well, Chopstop mused as she filed down the bore of a two-handed automatic cannon. That was were other things came out. There were the spirits of the other world, who were not inherently malicious: not even spirits of pain or loss. They were not cruel, they simply did what was in their nature to do.

But then, Chopstop thought as the skull of a dead demon leered by her side, hateful even in death. There were other things that could find a way through. You could negotiate with spirits, and it was a moral duty to appease them. But demons just wanted to kill everything.

It was certainly giving the predators in the party plenty to eat. Chopstop turned towards Tia, who was sitting beside her and apparently whittling something. She’d digested that demon, of course, and coughed up the skull. That was unusual; she very rarely digested anything. At most she ate things and while they were gone, for a while, they’d pop up later. Maybe spit out as magical ammunition or reforming, and if they WERE digested, it was essentailly ‘borrowing’ their physical bodies into her mass, while their souls went off somewhere inside her. She’d heard it described as the ‘Gut Zone’, or the ‘Butt Zone’, depending on what part of Tia started wobbling as if there really were people in there.

She’d been in there herself. She remembered seeing a vast city, of black flesh shaped into a facsimile of wobbling pseudo-stone, extending on larger than the observable world. She didn’t know if it was a physical place within Tia, some sort of abstract dream-world. Maybe it was both.

But actually being digested by her was atypical. She just seemed naturally suited to fighting things as destructive and mean as demons.

“Whatcha working on, there?” Chopstop asked.

Tia held her work aloft for inspection. Chopstop leaning in to inspect it, and Tia’s gaze briefly flicked towards Chopstop’s abundant, teeming cleavage. Her expression didn’t change, though. Simply helpless to at least notice dark green boobs of the perfect size and shape.

They both refocused. In Tia’s hands, proffered to Chopstop, it looked something like a staff. It was unfinished, and clearly magical; one end of it was apparently dissolving into raw magical energies, or at least that part of it was unfinished. She needed to put more into it, to finish giving it shape. The whole thing was a faint blue color, glassy crystal webbed with dark stone or perhaps iron. Calling it a ‘staff’ was perhaps a bit too vague, it was more like a thick pillar that happened to be the right shape for Tia’s hands to be swung like a staff.

It also looked like a bunch of arms, all wound together. Multiple arms bound together, twisting together and their fingers interlacing like a gesture of companionship.

Tia took a free hand and put it along the staff, pumping more magical energy into it; she huffed and grimaced with both physical strain and creative exhaustion. More magic gushed out of her and into it, and her hand shaped it, first with a gentle modulating wave, and then striking it, hammering substance that was suddenly physical into shape. She did this, over and over, until a short handle appeared from it.

“Kind of looks like a big tonfa now,” Chopstop observed.

Tia beamed. “Yeah! I can swings it at things, y’know?”

Chopstop watched as Tia continued to work at it. Hammering it into shape, making it elongate more and more. She began to realize something; she’d known Tia for a long time, since she was a young artificer hanging out with Tia’s daughter Nevnir, and then throughout much of her professional life. She’d slept with Tia for the last few years of her life, vowed to follow her clan’s path in battle and warfare. Her own immediate ancestors had been among those who had followed her, at the beginning of the Horde’s lifetime. She was planning to marry her. But now she realized that when it came to the fine details of her, she knew very little about her.

“So what are you making this for?” Chopstop asked. She winced as Tia panted with exhaustion. “You don’t... look very good.”

“Hrm, it is being fine. I gets... it’s lots of work, making magic thingies.” Tia shrugged, with a magnificent wobble to her enormous breasts. “But is important.”

“Why’s that?”

“So’s I don’t lose neat powers.”

“...I’m sorry?”

Tia held onto the staff, and she resonated with its power; something distinct and part from her, Chopstop realized. Tia’s power template shifted, and then, the nature of that power activated: magical energy solidified around her, thickening and taking on new shape, and fully resolved into the shape of six additional arms floating just around Tia, detached from her body. They looked very much like her normal arms, but more refined in shape, and almost mechanical in nature or perhaps heavily armored; ornate, with the same kinds of decorations as the staff. They were big, too; they were larger than Tia herself, and that was saying a lot.

Chopstop blinked at the translucent, glowing masses of power. Mostly black, with some green undercurrents flowing like water. “That’s a new one!”

“It’s a little bit of my cloning power, a little bit of some astral projection... oh, that’s hard to do for me, I don’t know HOW i made that one, too. A whole lot of things! Too much to keep on all at once.” As if familiar with the way she worked, Tia said, “I can’t keep powers on all the time, yeah?”

“You can’t?”

Tia blinked. “You didn’t know?”

“Nope!”

“Oh. Well.” Tia continued working on the staff, bringing more of it to life. “I gets, um. Full. Like full belly but much harder.” She frowned, either with trying to put the whole concept into words, or a tricky element of the staff. “Mine powers, they’re always changing. Don’t always want to just drop them, you know? I eats things, i turns them into powers, but they don’t stay. They gets... processed, I guesses. So I eat more stuff, I get different powers. I mixes it all up, and I get new powers on the spot for a little while. I don’t know hows to make them stay.”

She kept working for a bit. “So, a while ago, I figured something out. I can take a power I made, and turn it into something. Like fancy weapon! Like this! And then I can use it, and summon that power all over again!”

“Ooh, that’s amazing.” Chopstop grinned at her as the sextuple arms winked out. “I always say crafting stuff is more useful than just having all the powers in the world.”

“Yeps! I thinks my powers... its all about what I can get in the moment, you know? But sometimes, that won always works out for me. I never get to keep powers. I can get ways to make more, or combine what I have, but anything I get, I change too much for it to stay.”

“So then, this is a workround? You’re... what, putting that power into a physical artifact you can use indefinitely, without having to worry about burning the power out?”

“Yeps!”

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Chopstop wiggled her massive green butt up the massive slab of quivering meat and muscle, cool air and magically induced heat pressing down on her naked body. Massive throat muscles, as black as space where no stars shined, pulled at her, little tentacles sliding out of the walls to tease at her unclothed curves so deliciously that she felt terribly tempted to just let them go at her.

She was inside Tia’s mouth. Below her, her throat pulsed demandingly. It was so infuriatingly intimate. Warm flesh squeezed and pushed at her body, trying to cocoon around her and push her down, into the waiting guts below...

Before the kiss had gotten too deep and she’d slid in further than either of them intended, Tia had been bigger than her. Enough for Chopstop to fit into her hand, and certainly to slide into her maw without needing too much stretching. Now, though, she was in a space that looked as big as a large room. This was mildly concerning. Was Tia bigger on the inside?

She heard a tremendous gurgling from below. A digestive demand, a roar for all of her. And from outside, a small sound of “Oops.”

Chopstop slowly started sliding downwards. More throat tendrils slid around her thighs, gently kneading her whole body and pulling at her, in tune with the pulsing of that great throat. “’Oops’?” She repeated snidely. “That all you gotta say, big mama?”

“Am sorry!” The great voice boomed from all around her. It didn’t make any sense, but then that was to be expected by now.

“Can you... eep!” Chopstop slid down as those tentacles started getting very intimate. Oh dear, that felt very nice, though.... “Can you spit me up?!”

There was a long pause. Not as if of someone thinking it over, but desperately trying to remember something. “What’s that?”

“Whaddaya mean, what’s that?!”

“What is spitting up?”

“You know!” She lurched down again. Her legs were getting pulled down now... “When you cough something out of your mouth!”

“Peoples can DO that?!”

“Yes! You mean you can’t?”

“No?”

“Aw dang.” Fluids and juices were dripping onto her now. Bruises and cuts from earlier in the day, a testament to her own carelessness, were healing instantly, but a euphoric, pink feeling spread wherever they touched her. Oooh... that felt nice... she was feeling very calm... very relaxed...

Chopstop rolled her head back, grinning blissfully as she was pulled down Tia’s throat. From the outside, a very stacked bulge slid down Tia’s throat as she looked appropriately embarassed.

(Choppy was back in about a week or two, of course. She refused to let up on puns related to being eaten, though.)

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how some of the OC roster feel about april fools day

Tia: she’s offended by the very notion. making things up, as a joke?? saying things you don’t MEAN??? MAKING A FUNNY, TO UPSETS PEOPLE???? THAT IS... LYING!!!! needless to say, she really does not like it. may possible go on a smashing rampage out of frustrated rage after spending way too long boiling over it, constantly erupting heat at the duplicity of others and sprouting barbs. because she’s getting prickly!

Jord: she’s not familiar with the holiday. she’s amused at the idea. once she finds out about it, she starts planning raids in advance on the basis that stealing the queen’s jewels, and the queen, was all a joke. this never works out legally. she still tries it.

hivluk: this time of year stresses him out. people make stuff up... its so unsettling and obnoxious. he hates it. why cant people just be honest, he says. he bursts into tears. YOU MADE HIM CRY, YOU MONSTER.

Sekhma and Elumai: It’s not halloween so they don’t really care that much. they honestly find the whole thing perplexing: is this a real holiday or not? A mandated excuse to make obnoxious pranks or say rude things and play them off as just joking is weird to them.

Odina: She does not care for it. But then, she doesn’t care for a lot of things!

Bepog: she probably likes this time of day. She surprises foes by going ‘guess what, I will NOT eat you today and turn you into butt fat for super jumps.” they relax. she yells “APRIL FOOLS” and eats them all up. she wiggles her big butt the rest of the day, and it makes a faint ‘april fools’ noise every time. its actually really annoying!

chopstop: if you do an april fools joke on her, she will probably punch you. it is unclear whether she is genuinely offended or just using this as an excuse to fight people. she’s always ready to start a fight anyways but hey, an annual event is as good as any. if the others mentioned are genuinely upset by the tendency of people to use april fools as an excuse to make stuff up for mean jokes, she will beat you up on their behalf. 

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"Describe + ___" Odina's butt and Chopstop's chest.

Odina’s butt: Extremely big, relative to her body; it changes depending on how much magic she’s consumed recently, or if she’s digested prey. Any weight she would normally gain goes straight to her butt, so it can get very big very fast. Generally it measures between at least 25 percent of her overall body size (projecting out by about an arm’s length, butt shelf as high as her waist or lower back) to dwarfing her entire body.

Very soft and springy. If you put your hand against it, it’ll sink in and just keep sinking, even if this seems physically implausible (such as a large orc boy doing this when her butt is at its smallest size; it’ll just keep sinking, pretty much indefinitely). MASSIVELY bouncy relative to its size, caused by certain alterations to her body induced by the magic she absorbs!

Chopstop’s chest: Jade-colored bounty of boob-age; tends to be fairly round. Possibly has a somewhat artificial shape, and it wouldn’t be out of character for her to be using quasi-magical breast implants or make heavy use of rapid boob growth tonics, which can affect the general shape over time.

Boob size varies from her smallest, which is still pretty big; projects out as far as her entire body from waist on up, each breast wider than the rest of her body, and the lower slopes being around her waist. At larger sizes, her breasts can be RIDICULOUSLY big; being bigger than her entire body wouldn’t be out of the question, especially if emphasizing her shortstack-ness.

She has some cybernetics in them, as indicated by the glowy lights on ‘em! The exact purpose is up for debate: internal computer storage? A means of controlling her mechs indirectly? Complex hormone managers that turn a lot of her calories into more boob fat as fast as possible? The possibilities are MANY.

(This means that a hypothetical Chopstop/Odina fusion would be both gigantic, thicc, and have an EXCELLENT ultra-sized combo of butt and boob. Chodina? Odistop? Actually I need to flesh this idea out, because she sounds AMAZING.)

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A succubus girl hugged Tia’s massive butt, the demonette’s red skin standing out against the slick, gastropod-textured flesh of the enormous sofa-sized butt filling up quite a lot of the room.

“Oh, my darling monster goddess!” The succubus cried, blushing deepy, rubbing her horns into Tia’s butt until her head nearly vanished into the soft, absorbent flesh. Those same horns had once been small and minute, back when she had been a fierce enemy. But time, exposure to Tia, and the dominating nature of Tia herself had changed her; her will had given way to loving adoration, to absolute submission, loving and grateful in her complacence. Tia’s transformative essence had transformed the succubus physically; not only was she massively curvaceous to such a degree that she would probably be unable to do anything without Tia’s aid, but her horns had expanded into nearly a third of her total height, multiplying by the dozen, a twisting crown around her vine-like hair. “How I LONG to be part of your magnifcent body...!”

“What was that?” Chopstop asked, lounging atop Tia’s butt, sinking and rising faintly. Tia’s body was somewhat rubber-like these days, and her whole body moved in a way not dissimilar to fluid dynamics, or a living waterbed.

Tia glanced down. One of the thick, reed-like strands or tubes (it changed, depending on thickness) that served her as hair twitched. She was drifting away from the tendril hair look, these days (she’d said something about ‘just not feeling the whole head limb deal, yknow?’) but perhaps the mood suited that attribute fine. A ‘hair’ lifted up, and telescoped out. The end of it became a faintly glowing organ that was perhaps a kind of eye, as designed by someone who did not view the visual needs of surface-walkers to be a default. In this way, she noticed the succubus currently cuddling her butt. Oh, now she was frantically smooching it. “Oh, it’s that gal. She was trying to fight me last week, would not stop bugging me. Now she’s like this, I guess.”

Chopstop tilted her arms speculatively. “Did you do that thing when you hammer your whole power into someone so hard you break their minds a bit and convert someone into basically a cultist adoring you?”

There was a long pause. “...Oops,” Tia said, with a slight hint of not... shame, exactly, but certainly embarrassment.

Chopstop sighed. “You gotta stop doing that!”

“I don’t do it on purpose,” Tia replied, mildly.

“EAT ME, MY GODDESS!” The succubus squealed.

Tia considered this as Chopstop gave her a stern look. Tia had a fairly straightforward view of things; people shouldn’t lie. If they said things, they meant it. Extentuating circumstances, like absolute submission and the desire to please her, really didn’t occur to her as factors. “Okies.” Calmly, she picked up the succubus and swelled her lips into a rounding kiss quite able to suck down an entire battleship down with a single drawn-out swallow.

“YES! OH, FINALLY!” The succubus squealed. A long tail lined with short, blunt spines swayed, a spade-shaped tip flapping excitedly, and wrapped around massively thick legs, accidentally tying her legs together. That same spade tip lined up against feet arched up with built-in high heels. The succubus neared her mouth, squealing excitedly. her wings flapped.

Chopstop sighed, again. “Tia, she probably DOES want that on some level, but her... condition is amplifying it.”

Tia frowned. “But she said so.”

“Please!” The succubus cried, magma-themed tears in her eyes. “Slurp me down! Melt me in your tummy! Make me part of you! Digest my SOUL, I BEG OF YOU.”

“She’s just overwhelmed by your... charisma. Or spooky eldritch powers. I forget if there’s a difference. You’re just dominating her real hard; I don’t know how genuine this is.”

Tia looked upset, perhaps confounded by the endless duplicity of mortalkind.

The succubus deflated, obviously put out by the lack of impending assimilation. “Then please, breed me like I was a living toy for your pleasure!” She pleaded. “Fuck me into a crater, oh PLEASE. Reshape my organs into a sleeve for you! MAKE ME YOUR PLAYTHING, OH MY GODDESS.”

“Please calm down,” Tia replied, setting her down and putting her head. Her horns bent into a heart shape.

The succubus zipped to Tia’s crotch. “Make a tentacle dick and DEVOUR ME WITH IT!”

“Okay this is getting kind of intense,” Chopstop asked. She wiggled her gigantic butt. “Want me to sit on her?”

Tia yawned. “If you wants. I’mma nap.”

[twitchesandstitches]

CHARACTER WRITING MEME BC: How about Chopstop or Omega Diamond Connie?

Chopstop:

The first point is that her concept revolves around, basically, a goblin acting like the standard image of an orc. She’s rough, she’s violent, she loves the thrill of combat. She acts like an orc!

Second point is that Choppy is smug but not obnoxiously so. She’s sassy and knows she’s awesome and has a fat butt for weeks (which is like ‘for days’ but moreso), but its important she doesn’t cross the line into being obnoxious. Her pride is based on her knowledge of her skills and the respect she’s held in.

Third is that she’s actually meant to be something of a stabilizing element, in terms of her dynamic with other characters. She’s a gremlin but she’s a reasonable one. Accordingly she’s specifically meant to be part of ensembles, which also befits the nature of her fighting; she uses cybernetics and mech suits, and so can be customized to cover the needs or weaknesses of the party.

Omega Diamond Connie:

She’s something of a new character and I haven’t entirely figured her out, but there are a few trends I’ve covered here.

The first point is that she’s heavily influenced by the magical girl influences of the series, particularly the ‘heroine becomes a magic empress of justice and goodness’ endgame approach. This is Connie’s number one dream; she IS a gem-like being now, with unfathomable power! All the adventure is hers to seek out!!

Secondly, I imagine her as being a little more uber-confident than canon Connie, bordering on arrogant if not for her limitless power. She is essentially a goddess and she KNOWS it; she has a tendency to require respect and she doesn’t have much patience for people being smartasses at her or trying to make her feel small. She’s not domineering in the traditional sense. but she knows she’s the strongest and she does not put up with people mouthing off to her or demeaning her. She’s absolutely a challenge seeker; she’s a lot like a traditional RPG protagonist, from a sandbox game; what do you do when you’ve hit high level, or installed a bunch of mods that give you some very high-end abilities? You go to really dangerous areas to seek out greater challenges you couldn’t before.

[twitchesandstitches]

“Should I stick with having my name be Chopstop still, or change it to Chopshop?” The goblin woman asked, unusually tense.

Nevnir put down her multi-tool from the holoscreen she was working on, its various armatures retracting into a relatively compact shape. It was still a bulky thing; horde aesthetics leaned towards a mix of the cassettepunk style and the view that if you couldn’t use it as a blunt instrument, it was a poor-man’s gadget.

Now she looked towards her friend, sheet like ears flapping across her slim shoulders. The goblin woman was half-leaning out of the cockpit of her current mech, massive breasts pressing against the lip of the cockpit so much that the massive globes were probably supporting most of her weight.

(The weight that wasn’t in those breasts, anyway. Goblins tended towards shortstacked bodies, but she had an especially extreme figure.)

Nevnir raised the scaly ridge that served the same purpose for her as an eyebrow. “You’re thinking about changing your name?”

The goblin woman fidgeted. That was especially strange to Nevnir, who was used to her being a beacon of competence and confidence. “I dunno, buddy. I don’t want to change my name, exactly, but I got a bunch of people calling me Chopshop.”

“Oh, I see. You’re wondering if you should just go with the flow.”

Chopstop, or perhaps Chopshop, beamed in relief. “Yeah. Like I’m starting to wonder if arguing against it is really worth my energy, you know? Maybe those folks are onto something when my name already sounds so much like that?”

“Did you ask my mom yet?”

The goblin woman shrugged. It produced quite a lot of interesting bouncing. “Sure, but Boss Tia said I should think about swapping out a spoken name for an interpretive tap dance.”

There was a long pause.

“Yeah, sounds like mom,” Nevnir admitted. She grinned. “You tapdancing would be a sight to see, though!”

The goblin woman laughed, and slapped one massive breast teasingly. “I bet! Though I’ll admit, it probably wasn’t what Boss Tia was specifically thinking of. More’s the pity.”

Nevnir shook a finger scoldingly at her. “Hey, now.”

“What? Your mom’s hot! And she’s made ME a mom a whole bunch of times-”

Nevnir immediately turned a knob on the base of her skull, turning off her ability to hear. “OH HEY I HAVE MYSTERIOUSLY BECOME DEAF AND HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’VE SAID, LA LA LA.”

[twitchesandstitches]

Fact 1: Chopstop is officially part of Tia’s spouse-group.

Fact 2: Nevnir is Tia’s daughter.

Fact 3: Nevnir and Chopstop have been previously established as being besties.

Conclusion: Chopstop has implicitly done the hentai trope of ‘meet your best friend’s super hot mom and sleep with her’, except played somewhat seriously and wound up marrying the hot mom in question

[twitchesandstitches]

me: man look at these cool OC ideas my mutuals are doing. I totally should be diversifying my own characters instead of periodically dropping off sexy ideas here every so often!

also me: but hey what if Tia used her weird transformative powers to make like, ten gigantic, hyper-plush tentacle-dicks to engulf cute villains and just GUSH them in a super domineering way as they are totally swallowed up inside her. and then, making a bunch of smaller meta-dicks from inside herself to absolutely bloat them with gene-goop

me, approximately 15 seconds later, and then, she and Sekhma and chopstop and Host and whoever else is currently on my mind have a big group session with Tia’s ability to clone herself and others and just go completely wild with it and their submissive foes

me, a few minutes after that, having an abrupt switch to Plot-Focused Thoughts: Ah but then, Tia accidentally gestates a new teleportal power and passes it off to, say, Chopstop, who doesn’t really know how to use those kinds of powers effectively and they all get teleported to a spooky wasteland and must navigate it to return home. chopstop’s new power already burned itself out, so they must harvest a NEW source of power aspects to distill into a new teleportation power

me, now going back between the two ideas: wasteland adventures and journeys in a strange new world can be super romantic and good for action-packed scenarios all at the same time.