Shrouded by leaves, deep within a forest far from the reaches of civilization, Toph let the warmth of fire she has never seen wash over her skin. Even without the timid flame nearby, her exposed flesh easily fought back the autumn chill; while some of her fortitude could be attributed to long years spent living in wilderness, the key to her comfort was simply the result of excess body heat. Were she capable of sight, the entirety of the campfire-along with the camp itself, and everything else within 90 degrees of her sitting form-would be completely obscured by the immense bulk stemming from her torso. This store of fat, far outweighing the rest of her figure, was accompanied by a pair of sizeable melons-only the barest scrap of cloth draped atop the arrangement, presenting only the hint of former modesty; tough, well-worn attire suited for the active lifestyle of an Earthbender had given way to the avalanche of meat that now rested between her splayed thighs.

Her lower garments had similarly not been spared, only managing to hold out slightly longer due to the less rapid development of her associated regions. Her butt had already defeated the constraining layers of fabric, now only covered by the tabard cloth that hung from either side of her waist. The cloth meant to cover her thighs was doomed to a similar end, long tears blooming across the stretch of her lap allowing fat to squeeze through and force even more of the material asunder. No doubt only Toph's arms and back would remain clothed by dawn-the tatters of her former outfit left to rot amongst the fallen leaves of the forest.

The girl herself would pay no heed to this, unable to view herself and completely uncaring of her state of dress beyond the feel of nature rolling across her bare skin. Long ago she had a traveling party whom might have taken offense to her wardrobe malfunction, perhaps offered her something more sturdy or at the least poked fun at her, but that time had past and now there was no one left to air their complaints. She preferred traveling alone regardless, her dream had long been to 'see the sights', a figure of speech but her travels had gifted her wondrous new experiences since she forcibly disbanded her former entourage and decided her own path onward.

It had been slow going since that day, getting used to her newfound bulk was something that left her unsteady and ineffective for quite some time-only worsening after several bouts of indulgence during her journey. She eventually figured out how to separate the vibrations of her gelatinous corpulent form from that of her environment, and once she was able to dictate the movements of her physique more effectively, she found that the added weight imparted an overall increase in her already masterful control of Earthbending. From that point on, she had made it a priority to further these developments-unfortunately at the expense of multiple inhabitants of the remote villages that she often found herself stumbling upon.

Tonight no towns would be visited upon by the gluttonous woman, the enormity of her short frame resembling that of the boulders she hurls as she spends the night resting beside a meager bonfire far from any unfortunate victims. It was hardly a consolation for the numerous lives that went into establishing her physique-especially for what's left of her most recent meal, fading away somewhere within that pit of a stomach-but, for the night at least, Toph would be content to keep her plumped up butt where it rested.

The princess she had nabbed from that caravan had been a decent enough catch for the day, easy to work down but wrathful at her captor; the imbibed woman had thrashed furiously, but quickly wore herself out, trapped underneath hundreds of pounds of thick adipose-slowly reduced to a liquefying slurry of indignation even as her loyal guards had tried so valiantly to rescue their charge from her devourer. A heat to rival the most talented of her soldiers consumed Azula's mind as the last of her corporeal form crumpled and then dissolved into a soupy paste, spared the humiliation of her liquid remains pouring into the intestines below in preparation for her eventual banishment.

For Toph, this event was hardly noteworthy and the former woman would pass without incident whenever she felt that telltale urge. In the moment, only a moderate burp was observed, followed by a smacking of her lips and then quickly forgotten; her bowels would swell with the deposed heir, and as the fire died down, it was a simple matter of leaning forward onto her mountainous belly-her breast providing a padding far more enjoyable than that of resting upon the ground or any bedroll she might procure. Quickly dozing off, Toph let her mind wander to that of what tomorrow would hold; so many roads to walk, people to meet-and as she felt the vacancy created by her departing passenger, she contemplated what other delicious food she might get to eat...

Reposted story is reposted...

Coloured up an older image from  SCYN that I've been wanting to revisit for a while now! I was already working on some similarly themed sketches, so I thought now was a good time to work on this; I'm not 100% sold on the shading, but I think it's a decent enough production. I messed around with the opacity a bunch afterwards because the shading was way too aggressive, and I lost a lot of the detail-but this definitely looks better less dark.


Here are the other two versions;

Flat Colour:

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596232535244144651/1074916385702031391/Badfurson_Toph_FLAT.png

Harsh Shading:

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596232535244144651/1074916386276642907/Badfurson_Toph_HARSH.png

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