What!? The same art piece twice?

Well long story short, I thought of a better idea for a story for the pic as my last one was bit rushed. I think this is much better than what I had before. I also noticed that I had uploaded a pic that was from an earlier draft and not the final one… which is one me for getting too distracted by that GUT.

Once again I sing the praises of the amazing and talented  StuporStar and it deserves a better description than what I pushed out a week ago. If you're looking for art commissions, there someone you should definitely check out! They worked long and hard on making this piece. Going above and beyond in nailing this look for Chista.

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°•°• GRRooOOOooooAaaAnnnnnn •°•°•


Chista winced as another hungry groan roiled through her famished gut. "Easy girl," She muttered, glancing down at the dense bolder of flesh hanging off her waist. Larger than a bear keg and sloshing like one, Chista's belly was a clear sign of the Voracious Gluttonous Curse was upon her earning a few concerned stares from others in the Guildhall.


The voracious Goliath didn't pay them any mind as she gave her belly a few pats. "We'll find some work soon." She assured her belly, giving the firm sphere a little squeeze. There wasn't much give under the soft fat, with dense abdominal muscles layered atop the powerful digestive tract proving to be as firm as stone.


"Please, I beg you!"


The cry for help catches the hungry heroin's ear, and she sees an old man dressed in a worn tunic standing before a band of mercenaries.


"Those ruffians said they would-"


"Enough!" The leader of the Mercenaries barked, and the old man cowered before the grizzled soldier. "If you haven't got the coin, you're not worth our time!" The mercenary growled.

"B..b...but-"

"Piss off!" The merc said, waving the old man away as he turned to his drink. The old man raised his head as if to speak up, but an angry glare from one of the party members caused him to reconsider.


Defeated, the old man shuffled from the group, clutching his walking stick as he searched the room for another band of perspective heroes.


'Ruffians?' Chista thought with a mischievous smile as a fantastic opportunity presented itself.


•°○Grooaannn.○•°


Chista's gut quivered with a hungry rumble; she placed her hand on her belly to soothe the ravenous beast for the moment.


"Excuse me! Old man!" Chista called out, moving towards the old man as he turned to find himself face to chest with the towering Goliath.


"Y... yes?" The old man stammered.


"I hear you have a ruffian problem?" Chista said, one hand resting on her gut.


The old man swallowed nervously, seeing the woman's massive gut and the hungry glint in her eye...


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A possibly beginning to a short story of sorts... Something to make up for the drought of content.

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