It was weirdly nice to be someone that people got out the way of. I was a large woman before, tall and strong, but now... now I was a massive woman, with hips wide enough to give me trouble with narrower doorways, breasts close to the size of my head (fuckin' J-cup, baby!), and thick, luscious pudge atop bulging muscles - especially on my belly, where I appeared permanently heavily pregnant. Plus, living in the wild and hunting things many times your size for a couple of months leaves some rathe

Alexa looked down at her stomach and grumbled. While she enjoyed most of the additions to her figure her meals had given her, she was fucking fed up with people mistaking her for pregnant, especially when they rubbed her belly and cooed over it without asking.Someone more charitable than Alexa would allow that this was an easy mistake to make, given that there was enough padding on her belly that she could see it even with her massive breasts blocking the way, but all Alexa cared about was wheth

Chandra had an... interesting ancestry. Her grandfather, a giant, had been lucky or unlucky enough to lay with a succubus, and her mother, Aria, had been the result - though as succubi don't make the best mothers and he'd, as usual, ended up eaten, Aria was raised by her aunts. I saw her when she helped Chandra move in - literally as hot as hell, with a lovely voluptuous figure - and tall, too, enough to put her head-sized breasts at my eye level (despite me being on the tall side for an elf) th

Joan shut the door of her house and walked off to market on swollen feet, looking down at her belly. The babies were hungry today, and with her fifteen previous children to feed, she could afford less than half of what her stomach and brood demanded. And she was uncommonly big even for her this pregnancy, so she'd probably make it into the twenties after this one. Though they were enough to make it worth it, even after she had to work twice as hard after her husband died serving in the Baron's a

The next morning, with Regina's daughters nearly bursting out of their mother's old clothes, we awoke to the sound of now-empty stomachs hungrily rumbling, a scene repeated in the barracks, albeit on a lesser scale. Though once food and nearby civilians were hurriedly stuffed into complaining guts, and everyone had grabbed enough recaff to be fully conscious, we yet again found something strange. It took us a moment to see past all their belly fat and the people gurgling away in their stomachs,

Everyone got out of the way when a half-dragon came walking down the street. Their metabolisms burning like a furnace thanks to their heritage's gifts, a whole human (or any similarly-sized race, of course) would keep one satiated an hour at most, and be chyme slopping through their intestines in barely a minute. To say nothing of the energy needed for flight, which could quarter that time. And, like their forebears, they grew in power - and thus appetite - as they grew older, with the fast-burn