The dense swampy atmosphere filled your nose and ears as your soloing party would venture deeper, and deeper into the dreaded bog of the Adipose Marsh. The dense blades of towering grass parting with your hands finally coming face to face with your current quest objective: a massive rocky cave entrance of morbid darkness, decorated with a statue of a massively obese looking female with a giant leg of mutton in one fist and a goblet in the other, her mouth drooling with black ooze and belly perfectly round and smooth as the marble she was carved from, her massive gut dominating her frame as the cave entrance matched the quest parchment's description word, for, word.
 
 
The short, freckled faced auburn brown redhead magical spellcaster apprentice known as Nettie couldn't help but gawk openly at the imposing entrance, it was easily the most impressive site she’d been too yet. This statue gave the entire semi-region of the swamp it’s name! Well that coupled with the strange fat that clings to the wildlife of the area. Even the trees managed to look thicker and drooped heavier than normal. Nettie made a quick sketch of the statue, rough at best, that she planned on polishing up later. What worried her was the lack of adventurers.
 
 
Normally the Schola Progenium Guild would send a more traditional team of adventurers to clear the place out and disarm traps. But my the looks of it no one had come here in months at least! They must’ve taken their up front half of the payment and ran with it. Regardless Nettie couldn’t go back to the Schola empty handed, so with a quick casting of mage armor, and dancing lights, she made her way towards the entrance, deeper into the dungeon. At best her perceptiveness could be described as average (11) though she thought of course she thought she was being careful enough. Though she found her eyes drifting more to the walls than the floors where possible traps may lay hidden.
 
 
Upon drawing closer to the dungeon's gaping maw of an opening, the slighty above novice preceptive glance the spellcaster made upon stepping foot into the macabre maze entrance would be met with a stone slab of rock that made up the door. The door would decorated from top to bottom in a colorful mural that could only be described as...perverse. The paintings depicted various rotund females being bound and gagged as they are surrounded by a sea of fire and food while imp like devlish kinfolk with sharp forks and even sharper grins would be feeding them the hellish buffet, some willing giving into such hendonistic gluttony, while others...bless their damned souls.
 
 
The others would be forcefed with reckless abandoment and little to no mercy to speak of. The flames seemingly cackling at their pained expressions as they were unwillingly being fed inhuman amounts of food to make their bellies swell against their skinny frames. A faint purple mist could be seen radiating from the banquet of swollen bellies into the center of the mural as the smokey gaze of a shadowy demon would stare at the young caster, almost as if peering directly into their soul. Leaving one to ask themselves, is this a dungeon for exploring....or a tomb to keep whatever was inside, at bay?
 
 
Nettie was sucked headfirst into this with enthusiasm. As she examined the mural above her she jotted down notes without looking. She was sure to master that skill first of all, the eyes always should be searching for more. She began recalling the various demons she studied back at the Schola. It was what she hoped to master in after all, and the information came flowing into her brain as to which demon this might be (24 History Check).
 
 
Once she finished writing she began pushing her small frame into the massive stone door. Strength was certainly her worst attribute but it wouldn’t stop her from, with pure determination, pushing the door open. The thought of leaving and bringing a Cleric or Paladin back with her rose to the top of her brain for a second before her globes of light hovered into the new space. She continued to explore paying more attention to the walls, ceiling, and anything that stuck out more than the floor she walked on. She tried not to think of the souls that desperately despised being fed, she usually found focusing on the dark and dower inhibited her research.
 
 
Despite the caster's vast mental library of knowledge and memories, all she could gather on this seemingly obscure and relatively unknown demon was the small legend that it was a foul, wicked being that could literally draw power from the roundness of bellies around it, growing stronger with each victim ensnared in its lifestyle. There is no more knowledge prior to encountering it in person....
 
 
Upon finally achieving the otherwise seemingly impossible feat of pushing the stone slab of solid earth out of the way just barely enough for the small and dainty spellcaster to squeeze her way into the tight, narrow space she had created, the door would immediately slide back in place behind her with a loud ker-thunk! suspending her in a state of ink black darkness for a second or two before-
 
 
*Fwoosh!*
 
 
*Fwoosh!*
 
 
*Fwoosh!*
 
 
The walls of the dungeon would bloom with light as torches perched along the walls seem to burst into view, illuminating the dark stair passageway leading downwards into the unknown depths down below. But due to rolling a low perception score of 8, our wizard would fail to see the wafer thin string along the bottom of the stairs triggering a soft but very distinct sound:
 
 
*Ring-Ring!*
 
 
A bell had been hanging just overhead now being triggered, no doubt as an alarm system for whatever could be lurking in this dungeon, leaving our caster only a few seconds to react. What will she do?
 
 
Nettie furrows her brow, it’s rare she can’t recall at least a nickname of a demon. But the thought only proved to encourage her further! This was new territory, a place undocumented by one of the largest magic schools in the area! She waited for her dancing lights to phase through the slab and follow her in. Worst case scenario she did have a necklace with one charge of the spell Scry, an emergency device the Schola use frequently.
 
 
Nettie made her way down the stair looking at the walls for arrow or dart holes but didn’t spot anything abnormal. And when she felt the click of a tripwire and the ring of an alarm she froze. How could she miss something so obvious!
 
 
Out of pure instinct she sent three of her dancing lights forwards. Keeping one by her side in the tunnel, just in case it came from somewhere else. And she readied to shield herself with a spell, hoping that if it were a dart it’d be blocked, and if it was a creature her mana may hold it at bay. But she tried to ready herself as her legs gently began to quiver in fear beneath her lithe 100 lb frame.
 
 
Whatever was creeping softly in the cover of the shadows would soon revealed by the caster's dancing lights, it was a sight that would leave the female wizard somewhat puzzled to say the least.
 
 
*Drip!*
 
 
*Drip!*
 
 
*Drip!*
 
 
They were human sized bubbling green globs with arms, legs, ears, and a giant nose, yellow eyes and white teeth. Were they slimekin? No, as utterly putrid as the duo smelled they had the distinct odor of...spinach? Liquid cream spinach constantly drip, drip, dripping against the stone tile floor as the patrolling pair drew near, obviously attracted to the sudden source of magical light. Their experssions curling into a deviant grins of perverted interest upon seeing the female caster.
 
 
"Hey! Look, a skinny!"
 
 
"Oh yeah, that's a skinny alright! C'mere little cutie~ Are you...mmmmph~ Hungry?~"
 
 
"Oh yeah, she looks absolutely famished!"
 
 
"And we can fix that, just you wait!"
 
 
"Yeeeeeah~ Let us get all up in that tight, little belly of yours~"
 
 
"I'm gonna stretch you out good!"
 
 
"Fatten up that gut real nice!"
 
 
With Nettie being caught so off guard by the unexpected enemy encounter of living food creatures as her foes, the first spinach glob man would lunge forward to grab at her.
 
 
After Nettie had rolled a 3 in response to her strength check contest to the sinister spinach glob's 7 roll, she would be grappled and restrained from behind as the gooey cold spinach covered her wrists yet held a vice grip. Meanwhile, the second dripping spinach man would waste no time getting into position standing right in front of her with an evil leering grin.
 
 
"Knock, knock~ Open up wide cutie, I'm coming in!" He would hoot and holler with an obnoxious laugh before reaching with both hands to try and pry her mouth open against her will, roll for 2nd strength check to resist.
 
 
Nettie's roll of 2 was easily overpowered by the spinach slime glob's roll of 8, causing the caster girl's lips to open and mouth pulled wider, and wider, and even wider than human expectations should allow before suddenly plunging his head down into her gullet with a loud, gooey glorsh! making her throat swell in size with a detailed bulge of the slime spinach man's grinning face appearing as his voice was muffled.
 
 
"Pass the lips and through the gums, look out belly, here I come!" The muffled voice of the sentient food man would holler with such glee as Nettie would have not another chance to resist this unorthodox form of attack anymore as the slime blob proceeded to crawl down the back of her unwilling throat and shove its entire mass into her belly with a long wet sluuuuurrrp! of his arms and kicking legs sliding between the space of her lips forcing her to gulp him down entirely.
 
 
Her belly swelling to the size of full term, overdue pregnant belly, round, taut, and perfectly shiny as Nettie now had a occupant inside her belly with a series of lumps and kicks appearing on the shiny tight surface of her belly. The kicks dealing an overall internal blunt damage (immune to ac calculation) of 2 as part of the digestion process.
 
 
Nettie’s eyes widened as she looked down, the answer to a question in her head came suddenly. She knew they didn’t like her being skinny, but they were made from food so that they would change that. They liked being consumed somehow!
 
 
Nettie wasn’t even able to gasp for air before her throat bulged and the creature forcefully shoved itself into her. She gagged briefly but it was no use, she watched as her clothes moved with her flesh beneath. Her cloth belt was stretched tight almost immediately, the round and protruding belly she had was being bisected into two round shiny orbs above and below the sash. She felt her skirt riding up to expose her upper thighs and a slight peak at her white boring panties. As the last of the creature finished sliding past her cream rimmed lips she almost slackened slightly in the arms of the other creature. She let out a faint burp as she looked down to see the damage it had wrought on her stomach. Her sash looked ready to, and before the thought finished the sash ripped in two leaving her thin robes to cover the pregnant belly. She was shocked at the size of it, and the heft of it that made her thin legs nearly buckle! She had only one plan as she glance back at the monster holding her down. She glared and grit her teeth.
 
 
“F-Fuck off urp freak!”
 
 
And with that she clapped her hands together. The clap boomed like thunder as she did, light flashed out illuminating the chamber and casting long shadows. And her hand glowed with electric energy as she cast thunderwave with her bound wrists.
 
 
With the sudden cast of the powerful magic that was thunderwave, the glob creature would not only be pushed away but practically exploded into a shower of creamy spinach rain destroying the creature entirely as puddles of bubbling goo would appear on the ground as a result of the wasted food creature leaving Nettie alone. But before she could relax, she would feel another thrashing kick from the occupant inside her belly dealing another 2 damage to the wizard, moments before her massive belly would let out a sickening slosh and churning noise.
 
 
*Guuuuurgle!*
 
 
*Guuuuurgle!*
 
 
*Slloooooosh!*
 
 
Her belly visibly quivering in waves as her digestion was suddenly kicked into overdrive and the food creature inside her stuffed gut would lose all 4 hp and be digested kamakazi style, causing her belly to slowly shrink back to normal size...with the exception of a very thin layer of fresh fat on her abdomen as she had gained 8 pounds from the successful forcefeeding spinach man. What will you do next?
 
 
Nettie collapsed onto the stairs behind her panting. She looked confused as her belly began to shrink, and in astonishment she pulled her robes up. Her eyes squinted and she pinched her belly lightly. It was hard to tell but it looked unchanged. Barely even visible but yet something felt off. Looking at her hands she thought her hands looked a little different? Maybe a hair less bony, heck her whole arms looked a bit softer!
 
 
“F-Facinating… perhaps these things could be used as a food source, they certainly add up quick and hurt a little bit though! Felt like the thing was trying to rip me a new hole!”
 
 
She went to fumble for her hand mirror she carried with her, but when reaching to her hip she realized her whole belt had fallen off with it. She leaned down and pulled the belt and torn sash to herself. Examining herself with the hand mirror she noticed more. Her angular features had softened significantly! She looked average weight in the face, ignoring her thin legs and visible rib cage. But it wasn’t that bad of a look honestly, certainly a bit healthier! She grabbed the sash and belt and walked it up to the top of the steps. Leaving it at the stone slab and only grabbing her book from it. There had to be another way out of here so she could come back with some help! All she had to do was find it, then use the sending stone, and get teleported back to the nearest town hopefully. She assumed that’s what the Schola did in an emergency at least.
 
 
Walking back down the stairs and avoiding the tripwire she jotted down notes in her notebook. And of course held her spell book close. She tried to keep a better eye out now as she ventured further into the dungeon.
 
 
Heading deeper into the dungeon Nettie would find more murals of females with massive breasts, round sagging bellies, and bouncy healthy butts drawn all over the walls. And even more ominous were several more depictions of the shadowy eyes of the unknown demon figure that reigned over these underground depths. The 2nd set of stairs seem to stretch with every soft, echoing step our caster made with the torches still lighting the way until she reached the entrance of the first medium sized chamber room. In the center of the room, her rolled 6 perception only allowing her to see the silhoutte of what appeared to be the shape of a person held in place in the dead center of the room as an unnerving chill slowly crept up her spine in the process.
 
 
Slowly she began to walk forwards, believing herself to be cautious and careful. She sent out her dancing lights to surround the silhouette, again leaving one by her side. She was ready to dodge out of the way at a moments notice. But she knew she was running low on magic. And judging by how flimsy that slime creature was she could use a little more basic cantrips. She kept eyeing the space around her but the single orb only provided 10ft of bright light and another 10ft of dim light. Meaning her visibility was still quite poor, aside from the figure that she sent the orbs towards.
 
 
With the magic floating orb of light, Nettie would find the silhoutette was that of a stone statue milf with perky round breasts, chubby stomach, and chunky hips. One that upon her drawing near, the statue's eyes would open revealing an eerie glow of piercing red eyes.
 
 
*Clink!*
 
 
*Clink!*
 
 
Nettie would realize the door behind her and the door on the other side of the chamber had sealed shut as the statue would raise its arms behind its head unleashing twin toxic clouds of noxious fumes spewing from her pits forcing the adventurer to roll a consitution saving throw each turn while trapped with this statue. Roll for consitution and initiative.
 
 
(Creature lore: this is a putrid air elemental inside a curvy stone statue, high armor class but low damage over time orientated monster. This monster's main attack is pinning victims underneath its massive ass, farting on them to deal additional poison damage.
 
 
Nettie's con save of 2 being demolished by the putrid air elemental's rancid arm pit cloud attack causing the blinded status effect, putting a -2 modifier on attack rolls. Nettie covered her mouth immediately! But it was already far too late, she could feel her eyes stinging with the putrid scent. She winced and closed her eyes and without hesitation began walking towards the statue, she had to stop it’s gas before she could escape she reasoned. She began running forwards and launched a fire bolt where she thought the head of the statue had been. (11 to hit, 10 fire damage on a hit) She coughed and sputtered as she walked forwards looking for the statue the best she could. She moved her dancing lights to where she thought they’d be behind the statue in an attempt to cast a shadow making it easier to see.
 
 
With the above average perception check of 15 and the orb of light adding additional aid to her eyes, Nettie would be able to see the statue still standing in the middle of the room but upon throwing the bolt of fire in its direction the fire projectile simply snuffed out against its stone face not quite strong enough to deal damage. On the monster's turn Nettie would be able to see the statue itself moving as if it was indeed a living person, only to turn around to show it's globular yet smooth rock stone booty bending its legs and squatting down low before throwing itself backwards lunging the blunt weapon of a rock butt towards Nettie with the intent to bash the human into submission with an attack roll of 10 and a damage roll of 9.
 
 
Nettie was nimble enough to duck and avoid the massive ass attack. She spun around as the creature flew past her. She desperately felt she needed to save this last spell of hers, one hit from an ass that massive could incapacitate her! She had to think quick before this thing got atop her and made sure she’d die in this dungeon. She considered using the necklace with the one time sending stone on it. Not yet! She had to try!
 
 
Nettie ran for any sort of cover within range, firing off one more fire bolt in an attempt to hit the thing (10). She watched in awe as the fire was snuffed out once again. For a quick thinking she tried to slide the dancing lights to surround the thing. Maybe the bright light surrounding it would make her harder to spot in the fog she thought. Hopefully this thing couldn’t see through its own gas, otherwise this could get a lot worse quickly.
 
 
Dodging the attack would send the rock hard milf barreling towards the wall, slamming into it ass first leaving behind a web of cracks as an ass shaped crater was left behind in the solid rock, proving just how heavy damage dealing this foe was capable of. And while the sheer brightness of the floating orbs was certainly a sight to behold, the lights actually did very little to blind her stone skinned foe who would respond to the second failed firebolt attack by turning around, squatting low with both hands behind her head and green smoke of a tongue hanging out before a cloud of wicked green came bursting free and booming out her ass like a shotgun blast as her form of retaliation, the effects mimicking the power and rules of Thunderwave with the added debuff of a -3 modifier on your next attack roll if you fail this con check.
 
 
Nettie was practically coughing up a lung right now. She tried to fire another fire bolt but simply glanced off its surface once more (8). She was knocked backwards and she landed flat on her back groaning as she lay there. Her body was feeling weak, her vision was failing on her. But she got up and began backing herself into a corner she still couldn’t think of what to do. If she couldn’t beat this thing another way she may just have to use her last spell slot. She didn’t like that idea but after this room she would undoubtedly try and use the necklace. She wasn’t prepared for this! She could die here, she had so much ahead of her and she wouldn’t go down without giving it her all!
 
 
With only 8 hitpoints left her failed skillcheck would not only have her nostrils burning like lava but brain be reduced to a heavy fog upon falling incapcitated, yet still miraculously conscious just barely. But perhaps falling into an unware state would be a fate better than witnessing the chosen finishing blow of this rancid foe, upon seeing the poor caster fall at the might of such noxious fumes, a challenging battle that clearly proved too much for our young heroine. But mercy wasn't a luxury for those who dared veture into these fetish fueled catacombs, as the stone woman would slowly saunter over, kick Nettie onto her back so she was face up staring up against the ceiling before standing over her. Allowing the young wizard to see a faint green cloud softly oozing from the stone statue's asshole as the face of the hidden fart elemental herself could be seen smiling down at her vanquished foe now cackling evilly as the mist like being would start flowing out of her suit of rock and slither up the human's nose in a powerful torrent blast against her will, the smell alone making the wizard weep bucket of tears it was so potent, so long lasting, so...intoxicating. Within seconds her mind would be melting into bubbling mush from the heat and foulness of the elemental's true form alone, soon slipping into a state of blissful unconciousness as the stank became far too unbearable to handle. But this, wasnt the end of her story, for there were far more filth to be explored in this dungeon.....