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[weighty-wh40k]

Happy Birthday to Mun! 🥳🎂

13/05

28. The march towards 30 goes ever onwards!

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"I'm just out here to ward off whatever's been attackin' the Grox in these parts, got a few trophies out of it. Unless you're a part of that, I got no quarrel with you, Beastie. Who attacked you, there's not supposed to be anyone out this far? Farmers don't come out here, and it ain't huntin' season yet."

Dela replied, keeping her weapon trained on the woman before her, but not out of hostility, just precaution. She wanted to know what a Beastkin was doing here, in the wildlands of a planet where they didn't naturally occur.

"Mmnngh... shouldn't have walked off from Sa'kan..." A fauxhawk-sporting Beastman girl was limping a bit, obviously looking for someone. Her leg had gotten injured by... well some not so kind men when they saw her. She was doing her best to ignore the pain, but...

"Gaah!" An intense flash of pain shot through her leg that caused her to fall. Seemed the injured goat girl was going to need some help.

@salamandra-noctus

A certain Catachan was out in the wilds of Decius Secondus, the sector's larger Agri-World. Dela had been hunting, having heard of creatures attacking the local Grox Herds. Nobody was better suited than a Catachan for hunting a hunter, after all. Well, to Dela there wasn't anyway! She'd felled a couple of beasts that day, having tracked them down, now on her way back to let the farmers know they should be safe. However, her treck was interrupted by a yelp and wince of pain from nearby.

Dela's nose wrinkled slightly. Didn't smell human, not fully at least. She crouched down and moved behind a nearby tree, knife and bolt pistol drawn in case. Peering around the tree, she spied the source of the pained sounds. A Beastman...female? What was a Beastkin doing here?

"Alright. Hold it there, Beastie. You're not lookin' so hot, that limp'll just get worse if you keep goin' like that." Despite her deep, gravelly voice, she wasn't being hostile, merely her manners of speaking.

[weighty-wh40k]

"Mmnngh... shouldn't have walked off from Sa'kan..." A fauxhawk-sporting Beastman girl was limping a bit, obviously looking for someone. Her leg had gotten injured by... well some not so kind men when they saw her. She was doing her best to ignore the pain, but...

"Gaah!" An intense flash of pain shot through her leg that caused her to fall. Seemed the injured goat girl was going to need some help.

@salamandra-noctus

A certain Catachan was out in the wilds of Decius Secondus, the sector's larger Agri-World. Dela had been hunting, having heard of creatures attacking the local Grox Herds. Nobody was better suited than a Catachan for hunting a hunter, after all. Well, to Dela there wasn't anyway! She'd felled a couple of beasts that day, having tracked them down, now on her way back to let the farmers know they should be safe. However, her treck was interrupted by a yelp and wince of pain from nearby.

Dela's nose wrinkled slightly. Didn't smell human, not fully at least. She crouched down and moved behind a nearby tree, knife and bolt pistol drawn in case. Peering around the tree, she spied the source of the pained sounds. A Beastman...female? What was a Beastkin doing here?

"Alright. Hold it there, Beastie. You're not lookin' so hot, that limp'll just get worse if you keep goin' like that." Despite her deep, gravelly voice, she wasn't being hostile, merely her manners of speaking.

[weighty-wh40k]

“Hey Justnia, would it be alright if I turned you into a marketable plush toy?”

"Of course! If people would like to have an even smaller version of me, who am I tostop them? As long as it is appropriate and safe!" The smol Living Saint replied, swinging her feet off of her chair excitedly. She was happy that people loved her so much.

[weighty-wh40k]

Happy UK Mother's Day! 🥰

Make sure you tell your mum that you love her, even if today is just a regular Sunday for you 😊 Give her all the love you can, and maybe a big box of chocolates too 😆

[weighty-wh40k]

Overlord Estaria! You’re looking breathtaking today!

The Necron Overlord raised an eyebrow to that remark, not used to hearing that from fleshy organics. "You are not from that pesky Adeptus Mechanicus are you? They have an unhealthy obsession with my people." She asked them.

[weighty-wh40k]

Destia, are you an angel? Because I think I’m in heaven seeing you

@heavy-40k )

Destia smirked at the anon, gently resting a hand above her chest. "Very sweet of you to say, anon~ Some say I'm blessed by the Emperor with my figure, but I'm no angel~" She winked mischievously at them.

[weighty-wh40k]

Hey Mun, do you ever just stop and think to yourself… WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(The thought does occur to me on occasion. Usually when I'm at work and want to strangle and idiot end-user 🤣 *Angry Admech noises*)

[weighty-wh40k]

Happy New Year!!!

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"A delightful, jubilant Sanguinala to all subjects across Subsector Decius! Remember to think of Holy Sanguinius and His sacrifice for us all. But take heart that He sacrificed Himself for us all, and that we should use this cherished time to celebrate with those weird love and care for! Hark and listen to the choirs of your local Sisterhood Chapel, hear the carols of Sanguinala ring out!" The Governess broadcast through Cherubs, Servo-Skulls and other PA systems across the Subsector!

[weighty-wh40k]

(My friend has updated their muse list, go give their lovely lardy ladies some love, and food!)

Character list below!

Shas'O Au'taal: Tau fire warrior acting as a bodyguard for the local Tau ambassador. Weight - 560.

Lieutenant Riasa. Imperial guardswoman and advisor to Amelia Palatian. Has gotten concerned about just how much commander Palatian has ballooned in weight, but tries not to bother her about it too much. Weight - 400.

Amelia Palatian. Imperial noble and PDF commander. Though in truth, she spends more days relaxing now instead of training or commanding the garrison of guards. Not like there is much going on that needs fighting on an agriworld. Weight - 10,000.

Osilya. Eldar Farseer that has established a monitoring post on a nearby moon to monitor the local Monkeigh settlements. Though she refuses to admit that the supplies they have stolen from the settlement's store houses have added to her figure recently. Weight - 450.

Natasha Astorov. Imperial Commissar originally sent to whip planet Stratus into shape for military operation. Instead, she has ballooned out in weight due to certain troublemaking anons~. Weight - 5,250.

Selynn Blackburn. Captain of the Mordian Guard. Sent alongside commissar Astorov to help train the local garrison, but recently had her mordian pride replaced with ego over her currently wider bottom heavy figure. Weight - 576.

Caldriel. Tech adept and groundbreaker in fattening projects~. Weight - 7,200.

Genevieve. Royal guard under Ephrita’s charge. Weight - 325.

Ephrita. Rogue Trader that has spent quite a bit of time on Stratus, becoming good friends to Palatian. Weight - 300.

Variket. Necron ruler. Weight - 575.

Penni van der Balt. Imperial Knight pilot. Weight - 380.

Edyth de Montaal. Imperial naval captain and leader of the local naval picket. Extracts "donations" from merchant vessels coming to Stratus. Weight - 5,000.

Captain Alexandria Strauss. Krieg Captain that has gone from strict and commandeering to quite soft, surprisingly mellowing out quite a bit and becoming far friendlier to those around her. Weight - 2500.

Por’la Kor’tal. Tau Ambassador. Weight - 200.

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Governess, are you a sun? Because I am blinded by your beauty~

@heavy-40k )

That caught the Governess completely off guard, her cheeks turning bright red! If she still had enough mobility in her arms, she'd be covering her fat face!

"You are far too sweet to my, my dear anon. I'm sure there are much better options for you out there than this old thing..." She said shyly, but couldn't hold back a soft giggle.

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“Corporal Sturm, you’ve gotten so big! How does it feel?”

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The enormous blob that was Corporal Sturm smiled at the anon, accepting another huge mass of cake into her greedy maw. "Feels gut~ I have never experienced this before coming here. So much food, und it all is delicious! Trying everything is my plan, learning about ze culture and tactics from being as big as das." She said, looking down at her enormous form with pride.

[weighty-wh40k]

(I have been the subject of a call out post! I do not refute these charges, however! My legion, go and fatten up my friend's muses! >:3)

Heya, I’m back! And guess what, I’m changing up the weights for a couple of characters too! You can blame @weighty-wh40k and a couple of my friends for this, but be ready for characters to get massive >:3

[weighty-wh40k]

Hmm well have you too ever fought over a worshipper? Filling and fattenjng them up repeatedly trying to get one up on each other?

"We have, yes. It was a battle fought over the Inquisitor and her little Aeldarii lover. It was fought so hard that it ended up tearing reality into two, where two separate parallels ran side-by-side. One in which I had my gluttonous Inquisitor, but not the Aeldarii, and one where that upstart had her precious Elf Berry, but not her Inquisitor." Gordalia explained.

"Oh it was such fun, trying to contain both sets of our power in one timeline, with the fatty Inquisitor and berry Eldar, but the universe fought back! It split us apart, giving me my lovely little champion, and dear Gordalia a greedy Inquisitorial blob~" Blooba chimed in.

[weighty-wh40k]

So are Gordalia and Blooba sisters?

Gordalia frowned and shook her head, crossing four flabby arms over her chest. "Never, not any relation at all! My Mother has only created me as Her only daughter! Only I have been imbued with that power of excess, gluttony, and obesity~ Anyone else is small fry!" She said, looking away in a disapproving manner.

"Oh ignore the stuck up one here, we can all share in the power of excess, in our own way! We may not be sisters by birth or Mother, but we are sisters in excessiveness!" Blooba said, pressing against the 'window' of Gordalia's 'home' in the Warp, juice leaking from the gargantuan chest she sported. Wait ...was that her chest? What were those little divots akin akin to sunken-in limbs on the two...orbs? "Surely more of us spreading excess is only bettering the cause?~ And excess of excess?~" She teased.

"I am the Mainstream, little berry. Look at all the obesity out there, all the gluttony. It is mine to harness and encourage! I was birthed of their decadence, from the sheer power overflowing from Mother at the time. You just appeared in your own section because a small cult found an old Terran horror story with your oh so sweet little berries in it." Gordalia poked her forked tongue out and turned away from her 'window' to face something else. While they weren't sisters, they definitely argued like it!

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(Considering changing my Rogue Trader muse here from Destia to being a new character, to avoid confusion.

I have a completely insane Psyker RT by the name of Lellianna who would probably fit in quite well. She likes soft things, and what better soft thing is there than someone's fat tummy to snuggle?~)