#fat!Tibarn

[calamitaswrath]

Lucia plays Fire Emblem Radiant Dawn: Part 3 Chapter 8

Compared to the previous chapters, there really is a whole lot less setup for this one, huh? But I guess when your characters are just trying to escape, there isn't much to go into strategy or what politics are at play - just gotta make a run for it.

It's nice to see though how the actual geography of Tellius comes into play for setting up the story and maps here. Based on everything I've seen thus far, this setting feels like it's one of the most fleshed-out that Fire Emblem has ever had, easily up there with Fòdlan. But becaues Three Houses and Three Hope just tend to reuse maps a lot, Fòdlan just really lacks a whole lot of the visual identity that Tellius has. That's something I was actually talking about with my friend as I was streaming for her and she also pointed out that this makes the journey (as in, the physical one, not the emotional one) that the characters go on just a whole lot more believable, which I honestly also really agree with. 3H didn't really have that.

Senator Valtome. Urgh, this guy really looks like an offensive queer stereotype, and behaves like one, too. What a wonderful type of character to have as an antagonist.

Base conversations - Skrimir really showing off his character development here. I do feel like it has happened a bit fast, but. . . ehh, let's be real - with him not being the main protagonist, it's already plenty that he's getting some at all. Not everyone gets that.

Lethe and Lyre have a bit of sibling talk! Not much to note here, but it was a nice one. Based on the title, I wasn't actually certain about which siblings this would be - my first guess was Oscar, Boyd and Rolf, my second guess was Lethe and Lyre, and then my third guess was Ike and Mist. Shame on me that I remembered them last, especially since I gushed about their sibling dynamic a while ago! . . .But also, my friend was probably having some fun listening to me trying to figure that out before I viewed the conversation, especially when it turned out to be Lethe and Lyre, after all.

Now, as for the actual map - heeyyy, it's this guy! The boss! The guy who ran away in the prologue of part three! Fat load of good that did him in the end.

You know, this whole setup and actual map reminds me rather a lot of the chapter in Awakening that takes place in the Demon's Ignle. Protagonists on the run from overwhelmingly strong enemy forces, fleeing through an area with a lot of lava, random area effects from the surroundings. . . guess I now know where they got that inspiration from.

Come to think of it though it's generally just really interesting to see so much of the DNA of the presentation that would manifest itself in a different way in Awakening and Fates here in Path of Radiance and Radiant Dawn - what with the bust up body portraits for characters, the different expressions on those (though they really are more pronounced in the 3DS titles) and using the 3D models for some simple cutscenes in the background. . . it's neat to see.

Pffft, the boss doesn't have any ranged weapons. Well then!

Hey, we're in Goldoa! I was wondering when that'd come up, seeing as it was set up in the first game and then not a whole lot happened with it.

Dheginsea really is very committed to being neutral, huh? And Tibarn definitely has some good reasons for having beef with them.

Oh, Nasir and Ena are back! Nice to see them. But this really was a short meeting in the end. No way they're not coming back, though.

Come to think of it, though - Soren was once again mysteriously absent for this scene as well, no? He knows he's a branded, so he must be at least somewhat aware of his heritage.

[pangtasias-atelier]

Summoner's Sedentary Supports: Tibarn

Finally got around to writing this after getting out a huge funk. So might be complete nonsense since like hrghh blorbs that I'm blinded and ofc I like it lmao

Warning: This is a fetish story!

In the very distant, most remote wing of the Order of Heroes brick white castle—the area originally physically remodeled a couple of years back before being magically reinforced another year afterwards—the entire wing is only occupied by the Order's summoner and all of the men he's supported. The area would appear vacant from the lack of activity in the expansive hallways, if not for the loud whirring of machines sounding out from every room alongside the small yet incessant tremors that ring out from varying unknown gurgling sources, said sources all ones that Kiran intimately knows and takes care of. The only room that currently displays some different sort of sound is Tibarn’s.

“You ready for another helping, big guy?” Kiran calls for Tibarn from the comfort of Tibarn’s enormous chest. Tibarn’s own tits large enough to make a transformed dragon seem reasonable, the summoner gladly takes advantage of the pillowy breasts, which serve as the finest bed Askr has to offer. 

The position where Kiran rests is a bit of distance from Tibarn’s head with his mountainous figure that only manages to stay within the shelter of his room with the aid of Kiran’s magic altering the dimension of his quarters. The distance, when coupled with the gurgling of his own enormous gut that only continues to grow hungrier the more he gluts out and stuffs himself, makes it difficult for Tibarn to hear Kiran. Though he also focuses on devouring the last remaining bits of his buffet sized snack, the magically controlled food gushing into his ravenous mouth that’s surrounded by his own lard from his puffed out bloated cheeks and several, countless rolls of lard for a neck and chins. 

Kiran teleports up to Tibarn, a miniature portal—as small as it can be to fit his prodigious 600, pound figure—created by his own magic much like the other portals the world of Zenith is known for. “My, you’re so greedy,” Kiran pouts at Tibarn’s sunken pile of lard for a face. “Can’t even bother to give me an answer,”

With as much energy he can muster up when he weighs several tons, Tibarn looks up at Kiran’s visage. And to his credit, Tibarn does look apologetic, the immobile Hawk King sporting a faint crimson blush on his rich, dark-tanned skin. “S-shouhrry,,,” The act does expend a lot of Tibarn’s energy. His face even turns a bit brighter. “I didn’tsh -huff- heahrr,” Tibarn continues to eat all the while; the act is the only thing he can do when not shrunken down to more reasonable weights to allow him some mobility when he craves moving around. 

“Shoo whaatsh-” Tibarn gets forcibly shut up by more food, the immobile blob willing to slow down his eating just for Kiran, only to have the summoner feed him faster.

Kiran conjures up another banquet for Tibarn to feast on, buttery rolls, grilled chunks of meat, among a myriad of other treats flung into Tibarn’s mouth with little more than a thought. “It was nothing. If anything, I shouldn’t have bothered you while eating,” Kiran adjusts himself to lay back down on Tibarn. “I promised I’ll take care of you and since you’re so hungry, I better do my part,”

Tibarn's own body is a testament to Kiran's promise. The Hawk King’s body, which is surprisingly still clothed with swathes of fabric that could clothe multitudes of people, is a far cry from his original appearance when he had been first summoned; long gone is his muscular physique that many other's envied. Instead, Tibarn’s body is a mountainous blob of fat, his immense weight now making him even larger than the transformed state of his dragon laguz brethren. But the largest aspect of him is his gut, the bulging stomach surges out in front of him, taking up the entire expanse of the magically enhanced room. Kiran’s spell meant to enable Tibarn’s gluttonous habits and give him ample enough room to grow—not that he can outgrow the ever growing room that's meant to keep up with his ever expansive size—has his current room far surpass Tibarn's throne room back in Phoenicis. Tibarn's lake-sized gut spills out in front of him and past his useless legs, leaving them looking more like overblown mattresses. Tibarn forgoing a shirt, unbelievably not because of his current size, his quivering gut is only covered up by his deep green coat. His coat remains unbuttoned to show off the splendor of his enormous girth rather than his former well built and maintained pecs and abs which seem impossible to have ever existed on his whale like body. The flaps of his coat splay down both sides of his stomach—portions of said coat caught in and outlining the shape and heft of his countless folds of fat—the sea of green also broken up by the light green lining. That, and the exposed tanned mass of his gut; Tibarn’s gargantuan belly is composed of numerous folds of blubber. His stomach has multiple rolls to it. His stomach’s largest roll is the bottommost one. It cascades out in front of Tibarn, spreading out dozens of feet in front of him. His stomach seems close to caving in on itself with so much fat packed into it, the uppermost portion of his lowest stomach roll lurching ever so slightly further than the rest of the blubber it rests on, the roll of stomach fat squishing down on his cavernous belly button, his navel pitch black by all the lard surrounding it. Tibarn’s upper roll of his stomach has much less weight to it compared to the lower section—not that the comparison is very fair to it, the still massive roll of lard far, far bigger than anything else in Zenith that isn’t one of Tibarn’s fellow residents. It sits comfortably atop the bundles of lard for a stomach, the pressing amount of fat lightly squishing the fat underneath it. His stomach billows out on both sides of Tibarn; not to the extent it does in front of him, but it does manage to ooze out onto the expanse of his thighs. Tibarn’s mammontine thighs are covered up by the beige, ever-stretchable fabric of his pants; likewise, his over bloated legs that are sunken into his cankles which in turn sink into his legs are covered up by his black boots.

While Tibarn's lower half hasn’t received quite the same amount of size and girth as his gut, his immobilized limbs still spread out far and wide, the outermost parts that aren’t smothered by his gut. His enormous, useless limbs cover up TIbarn’s crotch with the help of his mountainous stomach. Tibarn’s bulging fat pad is a rounded, squished mass of lard that remains hidden without the assistance of Kiran during more intimate moments. Meanwhile, Tibarn’s breasts have no trouble making themselves known with how much space they occupy. Tibarn’s swollen tits are large enough to make any other being jealous, what with each generously sized breast filled with a heaping amount of lard, more than enough lard to leave Tibarn’s tits larger than entire sitting areas, each. His chest demands attention with how much space it takes up on top of his monumental stomach. The two massive features of Tibarn completely obstruct the rest of his corpulence. Like Tibarn’s useless arms, his biceps filled with enough lard to leave them nearing the size of tables and causing them to sink into his own expanse, the upper portion of his arm fat swallowing his forearm like they do to his wrist and hands and fingers which he can barely even move, the simple act causing him to tire out. Hidden behind all of his splendor are his wings. The massive wingspan that the Hawk King sports—a domineering feature he enjoyed as the bird laguz with the largest wingspan in all three tribes—now seems so miniscule with his expansive blubber that far surpasses it. His wings are now completely useless, the extra appendages nothing but another adornment on his bloated blob of a body. 

Kiran stops for a brief moment, ceasing the flow of ludicrous amounts of food straight into and down Tibarn’s gullet. “You still got room for more, big guy?” Kiran peers down at Tibarn’s smothered in food cheeks that jiggle and wobble from breathing alone. Kiran cleans up Tibarn’s face with towels that he summons, grinning down at Tibarn while reaching into the depth of Tibarn’s crevices where sauce has even dribbled down into his chin and neck folds from his voracious eating. In truth, Kiran merely wants to hear Tibarn demand more, the summoner just as greedy as Tibarn’s endless cravings for food when it comes to seeing just how gluttonous Tibarn has become.

“BouuRRPP, I’m jussht.. haaahh gehttin’ shtaahted….” Tibarn’s stomach gurgles, the always starving throne room filling gut causing its own miniature earthquake with the way the walls rumble—the tremors thankfully being only in the room with extra enhancements from Kiran’s magic.

Kiran traces his own portly fingers over Tibarn’s cheeks, the overflowing jowls framed by Tibarn’s pitch black hair. “Just what I love to hear,” He summons more food, the entirety of it meant just for Tibarn.

But Tibarn makes him stop for a brief moment with him continuing to speak, albeit as sluggish as ever. “Whaashh nouht… tuh -hnnngh-.... love? I -nggnhh- goot'sh… goooohd -wheeze- f-food and better …-aaahhh-... c-company….” Tibarn’s face is bright red. Practically left panting from speaking, his hunger oly grows from the precious calories exerted, calories wasted to the two men.

“My, you do know how to sweet talk,” Kiran closes the portal of food only to open another one. He pulls out two tubes and shoves them into Tibarn’s mouth who begins to voraciously guzzle the liquid with zero hesitation. “How ‘bout a nice few barrels of milkshake to cool you down. And after that, I’ll make sure to give you a dozen plates of everything a big guy like yourself deserves~,”

[swiftscion]

TOA anniversary munday!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

tagging: you. yes, you.

Name: Orokara

Pronouns: he/they

Birthday (no year): February 3

Where are you from? What is your time zone? Canada; EST

Roleplay experience: I have no idea but probably something like 7 or 8 years at this point

Got any pets? Just a few fish, if you can count those

Favorite time of year: Spring! It feels really nice when the days start to get longer

Some interests and things you like: Mythology, music and playlist making, reading, animanga, cooking, random video essays, biology

Some fun facts & trivia about you: I used to moderate a few roleplay groups and a Pixelmon server myself, though those interests all died. I share a birthday with Hilda Goneril. I have an awful habit of starting things and then never finishing them. I like wearing bracelets and golf clothing. I crack my neck like all the time.

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Currently, Honkai: Star Rail, League of Legends, and Flight Rising. I'm also a big fan of the Pokemon series (and fan games), Project Moon games, Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance, Ultrakill, and Omori. Currently looking for people to play Stardew Valley with me ehe

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Ghost and Grass. I used to be a grass-type gym leader on the Pixelmon server i helped run, and Appletun was my ace. Did you know that due to its ability thick fat and partial dragon typing, it actually resists fire moves? Many of my challengers didn't ;) my other faves are Hisiuan Zoroark, and Altaria!

How did you get into Fire Emblem? I liked Ike from Smash Brothers Brawl and on a whim decided to play Path of Radiance one day. It was one of my first emulator experiences. I let Rhys and Soren die on the first map they were available and never reset for them. It was bad.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? All mainlines at least once, plus feh

First Fire Emblem game: Path of Radiance!

Favorite Fire Emblem game: Blazing Blade, Binding Blade, and Genealogy in no particular order

Any Fire Emblem crushes? Kagetsu, Shannan, DIECK, Tibarn, Gerik, Selena/Severa

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? Awakening - I don't remember but most recent is Chrom. Fates - Selena. Three Houses - Marianne. Engage - Mauvier

Favorite Fire Emblem class: Swordmaster but I use early game pegasus knights and thieves religiously. Dodgetanking is my favorite thing ever

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? Navarre archetype myrmidon

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? Fear the Deer baby!

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? Emblem Ike so I can run into an entire pack of enemies and slap the great aether button

How did you find TOA? Got invited after i was struggling as like. the only fe4 fan in a discord group that mostly wrote modern fe titles

Current TOA muses: Larcei, Owain, Sain

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? Larcei! Though she has come and gone

Have you had any other TOA muses? Ough I might not remember them all but I think the list is: Lewyn, Elm, Sirius, L'Arachel, Ryoma, Idunn

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? This might sound crazy considering my muselist but edgy swordsmen... I think people who grapple with feelings of revenge, hatred, and guilt are so interesting to delve into the psychology of. Lif is probably my all-time fave, if that says anything about me

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? Slow and steady character growth. I like it so much when my muses become long-term friends with other ones. Owain and Julius, Larcei and Edward, Sain and Caeda, etc etc. Gaining a new reason to wake up in the morning and all the implications of that is always a joy to hash out over the course over multiple posts

Favorite TOA-related memory: The time Sirius and Est kept being forced to attack eachother by an arena boss, but whiffed all their rolls. Darcy and I wrote it with this little tongue-and-cheek bit where they kept saying "now isn't the time for sparring" before misdirecting yet another attack and writing Sirius' feelings regarding her, his past in Archanea, and the present state of that arena was real fun. Shoutout to N's Leif for the incredible setting of a really dark cave, too!

How do you pronounce TOA?: Sometimes I pronounce each letter individually and sometimes I say "towah". I am mad inconsistent sorry

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day in TOA that you’d like to share? Fuck it have my whole delusion list: Rutger, Fergus, Lif, The Vaike, Lewyn (again), Osian, Melady, Orson, Zihark, Louis, Kagetsu, Libra, Lon'qu

[laguz]

i want tibarns fat cock in my mouth :(

[setethsbigbaratitties]

poofy...

[basickinkartist]

can your draw a fat tibarn

He's deep in thought...probably thinking about buying new clothes...

[thisway-imagines]

i’m so horny for tibarn like holy shit please let me h*ld your h*nd and s*ck your d*ck mr hawk king

kin

[docidoci]

PoR JP/EN script differences overview: (Part 6) ch #16 - ch #17

The Oliver and herons show.

→ Main Index — Begin reading here ←

Chapter 16

1) Oliver appears prominently. There is nothing much about him except one detail: as we start to notice in the chapter before this one, the localisation liberally sprinkles "fat" and its synonyms into speech of every other character as a means to insult Oliver. The original script doesn't have it even once.

2) Sanaki debriefing Ike/Tormod. There is a small detail that wouldn't be noticed if the translation choice wasn't tonally dissonant.

Ike: You want to expose the depravity of the inner circles of power. But you don't want the general public to know that the majority of the senate is involved in slavery. Sanaki: I thought you were as untutored as a wild monkey. You're actually quite bright.

EN!Ike: I didn't figure it all out by myself. I have companions whom I trust with my life. They helped.

"Trust with my life"? It was a simple consultation, not a life and death situation.

JP!Ike: ……I'm not thinking about it alone, you know. I have companion(s) to rely on.

What makes the original choice notable is 頼りになる ("reliable"), because Ike uses it again in Epilogue vs Sephiran:

JP!Ike: I've always had people by my side that I could rely on. That's why… it was possible to do it.

And, to lesser extent, it's the qualifier that Soren uses in his A support with Ike instead of saying "I have no friends".

JP!Soren: I have… only you to rely on.

I'm not sure if it's the same "reliable" as in "Likes: Reliable people" in Soren's official profile, but — it's likely. All in all, it seems somewhat significant for the game.

3) Muarim☆. Personally, I dislike it when Tellius translation dances around the word "love" when it should have used it, because it's a major motif in FE9/10.

EN!Ike: I know I don't know everything that's going on, but you shouldn't be trying to push Tormod away. He's dedicated to you […]

JP!Ike: I don't know what your reasons are, but don't force Tormod, who adores you so much, away from you.

Lesser detail from the same base convo points out once again how polite Muarim was trained to be. He is the only person we recruit who uses the standard "Nice to meet you" phrase and Ike replies with a standard polite phrase as well.

EN!Muarim: "May our friendship be true and enduring." JP!Muarim: "From now on, I'm looking forward to working with you."

4) Titania goes sneaking around Oliver's mansion with Mist for a reason.

EN!Titania: If we get stopped, we can talk our way out of it. JP!Titania: If something happens, women can talk their way out of anything…

5) Devdan has recruitment dialogue that is largely repeated. The only thing to note is that Soren is visibly pissed off (with ellipses) when Devdan calls him a kid twice. Sothe uses the impolite "you" on him, while Soren uses the polite "you", Rolf and Mist use "uncle" and Tormod uses "old man" plus the same "you" as Sothe. Devdan alternately calls himself a man of honor, an ally of justice (twice), an ally of kids, and once he says he will do his best.

6) Oliver says "shit" (just before Ike and co discover Reyson). It's official.

Chapter 17

1) The original script tells us that Oliver is somehow the dead last of senators.

JP!Soren: Duke Tanas is still a senator, even if the last/most junior in position… He must still have a large number of private troops with him. Surprisingly, he's a tricky opponent…

2) EN script uses "seid magic" to describe singing of herons. That is a decent choice, because JP script says "herons are galdrar, meaning singers of galdr", which is complete bullshit. "Galdrar" is the plural form of "galdr" — thankfully the localisers knew as much.

3) Unfortunately, FE10 didn't happen yet.

EN!Nasir: Herons are highly attuned to the forces of balance. JP!Nasir: They are a race that is as close to "Order" as possible.

And later.

EN!Tibarn: You must not let yourself be ruled by despair! Each member of the heron tribe is an embodiment of balance! Do this, and you warp your very existence! JP!Tibarn: Don't let your feeling of hatred take over! You heron people belong to Order… and if you violate that, your existence will be distorted!

4) Speaking of Reyson, he is getting murdery.

EN!Reyson: With permission or without, I do what I must! It is retribution for genocide! Retribution for this forest! JP!Reyson: Even if I don't get your permission, I will do it! It's my clan's revenge…! The forest surely wants it too!

6) Still speaking of herons, after they sing the revival galdr the translation says "heart of the forest has returned", but the original calls it "lords of the forest have returned".

7) Boyd making fun of Mist (about Leanne's weight) and getting a well-deserved kick is even more deserved originally.

EN!Boyd: Did you know you're two times heavier than she is!? I'm glad I don't have to carry you around! It'd be like wearing an extra suit of armor! JP!Boyd: You're "twice" as heavy as that white girl. From what I can see, your hips and thighs are suspiciously…

[radabadabing-bing]

Wager of Weights

So embarrassing story, I wrote the bulk of this in 2019 and apparently had it like, almost complete?? I don’t know why I didn’t finish it then, but I cleaned it up and got it all ready to go because, while perhaps not totally reflective of my current work, there’s no point in tossing it down the drain. I will also say it’s not totally what I usually write, and my first time writing a lot of the content present in it, so it may also not be the best? But I’m a harsh judge of my own work haha. To clarify, this was (and still is) a gift for @pangtasias-atelier all the way when they were still Kink of the Emblem. And really I have to give him a lot of thanks for helping me grow this blog in the first place, so thanks for that. If you are somehow following me but not him, do that because he makes some good stuff (and comms good stuff too). And if you’re reading this right now- You’re awesome dude, love your work, and I hope you enjoy it!

It was no secret that the Summoner played favorites, and those favorites were Grima and Tibarn. One or the other was usually found by his side, and at times even both. But the problem had laid in the fact that there were two favorites...and one summoner. Tibarn didn’t seem to mind too much about this. So, perhaps more accurately, the problem laid with Grima.

Grima was a controversial figure among the heroes themselves- something of the territory coming with being an ancient dragon with little to no regard for human life. The Summoner had pacified Grima into being passive-aggressive to most of the others...Though Tibarn usually faced the aggressive half. 

Grima had been feeling particularly vitriolic on this day. The Summoner had gone out on patrol without either him or Tibarn, leaving the two in awkward coexistence. “You know, if this vessel had the muscle your body had, I’m almost certain the summoner would enjoy my company much more. Enough to leave you behind.” “Really now?” As said, Tibarn didn’t mind the venomous words. He viewed the fell dragon as a bit of a blowhard, never really giving it too much thought. The guy thought he was on top of the world, and as a nigh impotent god he sort of was. 

“Almost certainly.” Grima retorted, unaware of what he was starting here.

“Hmm...Well, why not a competition?” A good challenge had presented itself to Tibarn, he wasn’t about to miss the chance. “Me and you- We work ourselves harder than ever. We both commit ourselves to getting stronger and stronger, and see if your little theory there holds up.” “Deal.” Not a moment of hesitation from Grima. “I’ll come out on top- just you watch.” The King of Phoenicis grinned at this. It would be an interesting challenge at the least.

Tibarn only needed to ramp up his standard workout. A little more weight. A little more time spent doing it. The rewards of this weren’t immediately noticeable, but as the days rolled on his pecs seemed to bulge ever slightly more, abs right along with them. His thighs and calves refined to a great extent, looking in shape enough to crack stone. Biceps nearly tearing apart his sleeves, Tibarn finding himself needing more bandage to cover his arm to his liking.

Even his silhouette- already intimidating from a good height and wingspan, seemed to grow ever further. A few inches on both his height and wings. His clothes constrained ever so slightly more to contain his greater apex form.

Grima had a more interesting growth period. The vessel he inhabited needed no sustenance as long as he controlled it, and similarly had a nigh boundless energy pool, meaning that it was simply what effort he was willing to put into the competition. To self improve took valuable time away from being at the Summoner’s side, but not doing it would give the hawk a free victory, and Grima hated that even more.

The growth he had was more dramatic than Tibarn’s, but ultimately he could only just catch up. Just a few inches under the laguz, just able to lift a bit less than what Tibarn could, and most frustratingly seeing that the Summoner hadn’t actually changed who they spent the most time with. Proving Grima’s theory wrong. This had frustrated the dragon to no end, how could he possibly be wrong?

But during a session, where he attempted to still catch up to Tibarn, it dawned on him. He didn’t necessarily need to beat the hawk king, no. It was futile at this point, not without submitting himself further to this...mortal regimen. No, all Grima needed to do was drag Tibarn behind! And drag him very, very far behind.

Tibarn already ate quite a bit, and having a rigorous training session now only seemed to increase his appetite. Which made it exceptionally easy to slip in a curse or two on some meat. But Grima wasn’t about to make it obvious. This would be a slow burn.

At first, Tibarn’s gains seemed to stagnate. Simply stopped growing. At a glance, someone would think that he had hit the apex. He just couldn’t improve anymore. Though once a slight layer of pudge formed near his waistline, it was clear he hadn’t only stopped his growths- he was degrading.

Each passing day, Tibarn seemed to be gaining more and more weight. Getting wider rather than taller, his clothes ill-fitting not because of burgeoning muscle, but fat. With the greater weight, his workouts had become too laborious to follow up on, which certainly didn’t help the sudden expansion. Soon constrained to the ground, too heavy to even be lifted by his wings the slightest bit.

All the while Grima watched with sadistic satisfaction. Tibarn’s body swelled by the day, the laguz undoubtedly having lost at this point. Grima’s vessel had grown significantly- past Tibarn’s form before he had laid the curse. His shirt hardly fit, more akin to a crop top, and the cloak that had once only been an inch or two from the ground was now hovering near a foot. If Grima’s simple status as the fell dragon hadn’t kept people away before, his pinnacle form sure had now. His mere presence exuded a terrifying aura, though this once again didn’t keep away the summoner.

By chance, Grima had encountered Tibarn one day. Whom was waddling now, something that Grima took some amusement in. “I...I don’t know what happened.” He admitted, a slight jiggle to his two chins. “It would appear I’ve surpassed you.” Grima said with a smug cadence. “And indeed, the Summoner spends more time at my side.”

“Right…” Tibarn wasn’t exactly sure how true that was, but he couldn’t argue that Grima had indeed beaten him at this point.

A few more moons, and the hawk could no longer be found waddling through the halls. Apparently he had grown too large to even move. Music to Grima’s ears.

Until he noticed something. The summoner had started to periodically disappear throughout the day- not off to battle clearly, not with the food he was carrying. With Grima’s interest piqued, he tailed the Summoner, managing to not be noticed even with his larger size. Not the first thing on his mind, as he was far more frustrated with the destination. Tibarn’s dwelling.

It was back to the drawing board for Grima once more. He simply did not understand. He had undermined Tibarn to immobility...Exceeded his body. What was he getting wrong? There was a piece of the puzzle missing...and it dawned on him once more.

The Summoner hadn’t gone out of his way to see Tibarn before the laguz had been grounded.

Grima had been trying too hard all along. And in doing this, had let Tibarn win the adoration of the Summoner, though it was still soon enough to steal this victory back. For every curse the dragon had laid, he always had a solution. 

Night had fallen, and Grima’s final plot was being enacted. With no pesky heroes to gawk at him or see where he was going at this hour, nor the summoner’s watchful eye, the path to where Tibarn’s massive form slept was simple to traverse.

Grima would admit, he never got a good look at the hawk king after that last brief conversation. So seeing Tibarn now was something of a shock. His body had overtaken the bed, though calling it a “bed” was a bit of an overstatement. More like mattresses to keep something between the floor and the laguz. It took Grima a moment to make out limbs and a head.

It would’ve been amusing, if it wasn’t so effective at getting the summoner’s attention. But that privilege would not be Tibarn’s for much longer. A glow to his eyes and hands, he began to cast the spell. The giant tanned mass seemed to rumble, beginning a transformation, or rather, a reversion. Though this didn’t rouse the still slumbering Tibarn. Meanwhile, Grima’s form began to change- his set of washboard muscles beginning to disappear, as a gut formed in its place.

With the counter curse successfully placed, Grima could leave the room satisfied. As the hawk shrunk like a deflating balloon, the dragon’s vessel did the opposite- body expanding every which way as he returned to his own chambers. Thighs now beginning to chafe, clothes straining to contain the stolen fat. Seams popping and tearing, a smug grin on his plump face.

In the morning, Tibarn awoke, like a weight was lifted off of him. Quite literally: He could move once more. And not just move at a waddle- His adonis form had been completely returned to him. How, Tibarn wasn’t sure. But his inner laguz instincts were happy about it, ready to return to the battlefield that very day.

Though one hero was not very ready to join Tibarn out in the battlefield, which was Grima. His body anchored firmly down within his dwelling, only able to make the slightest movements as he looked down upon the summoner. Just as immobile as Tibarn had been a few hours prior.

“Summoner, it’s quite terrible!” He said in a casual, almost mocking tone. “I simply woke up like this. I certainly can’t go out to fight in this state...or leave this chamber at all.”

That wasn’t Grima’s concern. Sure, he had certainly lost the wager he had made with Tibarn, but that was all worthless in retrospect. No, the look of awe on the Summoner’s face- That was all Grima needed to know he had won.

[kanonffa]

Ooh, how about a fat Tibarn? Make sure not to stress yourself out!!

Fat chicken being sexy~

Thanks for your suggestion!

I finally manage to draw this chicken, he's so damn hot =v= I’m not the best drawing wings sorry, also weird hands oh well

Hope you like it and thanks for your concern <3 :)

[chubbyheroesworthyheroes]

🐷 + Tibarn for that ask meme

Askr was both like and not like Tellius, as Tibarn was learning.

War and conflict were abundant in this realm, just as it was back home. Though, admittedly, it was easier to parse out who the enemy was in Tellius. Their foes always seemed to be shifting here, one moment it was an invader from another nation, the next it was death itself that they were combating. Still, with all the fighting, there were odd moments of peace and frivolity in Askr that had been lacking quite a lot in the past few decades in Tellius.

No matter where they were all from, or who had been on what side in wars long passed, there would be festivals and other peacetime events held in Askr. It could range from something as somber as wishes for the new year, to something as silly as dressing up as rabbits in the spring. Everyone that wanted to take part could do so, and most in the Order would take part; playing games, enjoying the varied foods from across all their realms, as well as observing and sharing their customs with one another. Of course, things didn’t usually go off without a hitch, but it usually ended in all good fun.

It was bizarre to go from fighting Death one moment, to celebrating the coming of winter the next, but that’s where they were now.

Tibarn wasn’t much for the Beorcs’ many excuses to have a party, but the parties themselves were akin to the celebratory feasts back in Phoenicis that he couldn’t complain about them too much. Everyone was eating and drinking, riding the high of another victory under their belts.

And, judging by the absolutely gluttonous amounts of food at their disposal here, those belts would be loosening more than a little by the end of the night. As a laguz, eating enormous meals wasn’t unusual, but there were so many Heroes here by this point, that the sheer amount of food needed had gone up as well. At least as a Hawk, Tibarn only had eyes for the meat laid out at any given time during meals. Hailing from an island nation, fish was often on the menu, with lesser options in the way of pork or beef, so Tibarn had been indulging himself with some of the more landlocked options available to him in Askr.

Pork had become a favorite of his by far, and at the night’s meal that evening, there’d been several roasted hogs with the most amazing spicy glaze that Tibarn just couldn’t resist. Among everything else that the Hawk King had eaten that night, one of those hogs had been devoured solely by him before he called it a night.

Wings stretching out to their full span as soon as he was in his quarters, Tibarn patted his full stomach contentedly as he got ready to turn in for the night, however, he paused when his palm met with the unfamiliar sensation of bloat. He’d always been able to eat his fill without showing much evidence to that fact, but tonight, for whatever reason, that didn’t seem to be the case. Glancing down, he could see the slight bulge of his middle, abdominal muscles forced to conform some to the amount of food he’d ingested.

Shrugging, he didn’t think too much of it, and simply started to pick up where he left off, shedding his clothes in preparation for sleep. His long jacket came off first, haphazardly folded and then tossed to a rarely used chair in the corner.

As he unwound the cloth wrappings from his hands, though, Tibarn blinked when he saw the tips of his fingers darken. Thinking it a trick of the light at first, he simply tried to clear his vision and let it adjust to the candlelight of the room he was in, but this proved useless, as the dark color only seemed to spread further down from his fingers to his arm; it got lighter as it traveled, shifting from a gray-black to a shade of brown close to the coloration of his feathers. Wings flapping in uncertainty of what was going on, Tibarn grimaced as short, bristly hairs began to sprout up along his skin where it changed color. It spread all over his body, really only becoming sparse when it reached his face, and never overtaking his wings’ feathers.

So distracted by this shocking transformation, Tibarn hadn’t noticed how his slightly bloated stomach was pushing out more and more. It was only when the belt at his waist started to cut into his flesh, eliciting a discomforted grunt from the Laguz, that he pried his gaze from the fur growing on his body to the way his toned stomach seemed to be swelling out.

Covered in stiff, brown fur, his muscled physique was warping into something else. Fat piled onto his broad frame, covering up his obvious musculature and hiding it behind a firm layer of chub. With some quick thinking, Tibarn undid the belt straining under the oppression of his sudden growth, releasing a sigh of relief at the free space it allowed his gut as it continued to blimp up and out. It was wide and perfectly round, an exaggerated beer gut that hid washboard abs with no effort at all. It bounced slightly as it expanded outward, fur stretched thin at its widest point.

His pecs were quick to follow suit with his stomach, puffing up into round, juicy mounds. They didn’t lose all of their firmness, however, not sagging so much as pressing up against the opposing force of mass that was his belly.

Muscled limbs went in a similar direction as his chest, not entirely losing their impressive definition, but simply bloating up with additional mass in the form of fat added on top of hard muscle. His arms grew heavier as they plumped up with additional weight, giving his biceps softer curves when he experimentally flexed them to make sure that his strength was still there. His thighs puffed out, thick and powerful, tearing several seams wide open as they expanded – his ass jiggling as it caught up with the rest of his body. A short, bristled tail pushed out just above the rounded curve of his rear, going utterly unnoticed in comparison to the rest of the changes Tibarn’s body was undergoing.

Pointed ears grew taller and wider, brown fur covering them as well; standing out much more from his skull than they had previously. Fingers and toes became stiff feeling, blackened at their tips, but still functional. Short but terribly sharp tusks pushed forward in his mouth, jutting out passed his bottom lip, catching awkwardly at times on his upper lip as he opened and closed his mouth experimentally as his face wrapped up this transformation with a blunted snout overtaking his nose.

Snuffling at the air for a moment as his body stilled and relaxed once more, Tibarn gave himself a good look over, a ham-fisted hand coming down to heft at his gut. Strangely, he didn’t feel embarrassed by this change, but oddly prideful at his increased size and the additional power that came with it.

Flying might take a bit more effort now, considering the fact that he’d probably doubled in weight, but Tibarn was sure he could adjust easily so long as he added more strength training to his regime to get the most out of his new form.

[pangtasias-atelier]

oh and um maybe an obese tibarn fattening up reyson would be cute too.

Any Tibarn request has me foaming at the mouth. Especially when this was the only one so I went a little crazy and kinda made him bigger whoops ajnssjsnjsb. Also love this ship so I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: This is a fetish story!

Tibarn only gets a few moments to enjoy his meal before he discovers his secret admirer. 

Well, not quite so secret admirer, his boyfriend, Reyson watching from afar; the heron sits a couple miles away, gently seated on a tree branch as he tries his best to slowly gaze at the scenery, Tibarn the most enticing subject to look at. Even as Tibarn meets Reyson's gaze, the heron refusing to get caught by slowly turning his head as if actually admiring Serenes Forest and not watching the way Tibarn pits away the food in front of him. 

"Hey Reyson, come join me!" Tibarn shouts for his boyfriend. Despite the distance between them, the heightened senses they have easily allows for Reyson to hear his boyfriend. He waves for his heron to come over.

And Reyson does. He covers up his expression of irritation muddled with equal parts of fear and wanting. Long, majestic white wings slowly flap as he makes his way to Tibarn.

Tibarn no longer resembling his former adonis self, the first king of the united bird clan has gained a large amount of weight. A significantly large amount of weight. All of his sculpted muscles that made him resemble more like his beast brethren than his bird kin are washed away by a large wave of lard all over his body. Tibarn’s large, broad pecs are completely replaced by a hefty set of breasts that rival Queen Nailah’s own. Tibarn’s set of sagging tits that come close to rivaling the size of his head rest atop his massive stomach, both flabby breasts splaying down his gut from the sheer size of them. With Tibarn seated on the floor, his large gut uses his own thighs as a cushion; the exposed tanned skin juts out forward on the ground itself with his thick legs that are lined with numerous rolls of squishy adipose spread out to make room for his upper thighs that billow out from the flab contained in them. His thighs squish against the lower bits of stomach fat that lurch forward as well as his bulbous fat pad which struggles against his tight, brand new pants. Tibarn’s rear is squished against the large tree he uses as a backrest, Reyson and Leanne’s seid magic having a greater effect in the area Tibarn is currently in.

Reyson softly lands, his boots slowly descending upon the no longer gray, lifeless forest floor. “Didn’t you eat only an hour ago?” 

“You watched me eat then. So you should know,” Despite the small shrug of his shoulders, Tibarn’s face is taken up by the grin on his face. That and the crumbs and smears of food on his portly cheeks. 

Reyson scoffs. He also tries his best to make sure the blush on his porcelain skin face doesn’t become obvious. “I watch because you guzzle everything down like it’s going to run away,”

“That’s how I always eat. There’s just less to do now, so I can enjoy myself more,” 

“Hmph,”

“Take a seat and relax with me. Enjoy some food while you’re at it,” Tibarn pats the ground beside him and his gut as well; the blubbery gut wobbles in response.

Reyson’s porcelain face is marred by the dark, crimson blush that spreads from ear to ear.

It takes him a moment to decide, Reyson’s white wings furled behind him as he grumbles to himself, but the thin heron does take a seat beside Tibarn. 

He’s immediately met with a ridiculously large, flabby arm wrapped around his petite shoulders and nearly getting a faceful of Tibarn’s excessive weight. “See, no need to be shy. Here, I even got you some meat free things,”

Reyson picks at the slice of cake with the fork provided to him. The solid, yellow mass of dessert slightly wobbles with each prick he gives it. 

“It’s cheesecake,” Tibarn says after finishing the very last bite of his steak—his second meal for his lunch—and then he places his hand on top of Reyson’s and lifts the plate up higher to him. “At least the beorc did one good thing with all the resources they have. Everything they have tastes much better than most things in Phoenicis,”

With a final huff of air, Reyson blowing the tuft of his bangs that come close to his eyes, he takes a bite of the creamy delicacy. He quickly goes back for another bite. And then another. Metal comes close to scratching the plate. The sugary with a slight hint of saltiness in the crust pairs well with the creamy, silky texture of the cheesecake that’s more tart than cloyingly sweet. “Those beorc can cook. I’ll give them that,” Reyson mutters as he stares at his empty plate right in front of him.

“Hah!” Tibarn erupts into a burst of laughter, his entire frame jiggling as he uproariously laughs at Reyson. Something he doesn’t bother to hide, holding onto his boyfriend for dear life.

Reyson grumbles to himself. Able to peer inside Tibarn’s far too open emotions, Reyson already figures the reason for Tibarn’s behavior. But he still can’t help himself from asking. “Why are you laughing?” Reyson’s jaw is clenched. With a bright red blush, he looks away.

“You look cute when you’re hungry. I’ve never seen you eat like that,” Tibarn drapes himself over Reyson, his mane of black hair on top of Reyson’s own long blonde locks. “You also don’t do a good job of hiding how jealous you are,”

“Hmmph me? I’m sure-”

Tibarn interrupts Reyson. “Then why do you always look at yourself after staring at me?” He gazes into Reyson’s eyes, wide eyes staring back at his own taunting ones. 

“I-uh. Ugh. Am I really so obvious?” 

“It makes it easier. You clearly don’t mind me being a pig-”

“You’re not a pig. You’re- you’re…” Reyson clamps up.

Tibarn rubs Reyson’s back. He also tries his best but fails to hold back his mild laughter. “Go on. I’m what?” He whispers in his ear, the soft, gentle voice tickling against the tips of Reyson’s pointed ears.

“You look great,” Reyson mumbles his confession to his lap, his thin limbs much more fascinating than anywhere in Tibarn’s general direction. 

“I do. And you’d look good with some weight like how you want to. So,” Tibarn grunts as he stands up. Using the tree for leverage, he slowly but surely lifts up his entire bulk off the ground; his gut practically sways in front of Reyson’s face, the sagging, soft belly so tantalizingly close to fondle. “If I’m going to help you, you better get ready for intensive training,”

Reyson takes Tibarn’s hand with only the slightest bit of hesitation. The two taking the handful of dishes back, the small stop is the only detour the two have before they reach Tibarn’s room. 

The spacious bedroom is large enough to make even his old room in Phoenicis seem like nothing more than an unimportant count’s. Tibarn’s bed easily commands the most attention in the well furnished room; the enormous mattress is accentuated by the ornate furniture spread throughout his room. Of which, Tibarn leads Reyson over to the wide, sturdy couch. 

“Hold on for just a minute,” Tibarn gives Reyson a kiss before leaving his now seated boyfriend with a grin.

And for his part, Reyson does wait. Despite the rising, bubbling mess of nerves that continue to claw up his entire body, he stays seated. Any sort of shock of ridicule that could never happen to begin with—Tibarn’s entire soul on display to Reyson like the gaudy artworks the few times he’s had the misfortune to step into any of Begnion’s expansive manors—the heron still can’t repel his worry.

But thankfully, Tibarn enters soon enough and with a cart in tow. The cart carries a couple of trays along with his gut, the flabby mass of fat oozing onto the cooling metal. “If you want to get big, we got to start strong. And since you can’t eat meat,” Tibarn uncovers the first tray, a mixed combination of pastries awaiting Reyson. 

The next sight in front of Reyson shocks him, even after he blinks repeatedly to reaffirm that Tibarn is indeed standing in front of him, the massive hawk’s jutting gut saggins down to nearly touch Reyson’s lap as leans over with a still warm blueberry muffin in his hand.

“You okay?” Tibarn slightly pulls back. He cups Reyson’s face with his portly hand, thumb lightly grazing the edge of Reyson’s lips. “If you’re having second thoughts, then I don’t mind stopping. I don’t want you to feel obligated or hell, if you feel weirded out then—”

Reyson shuts Tibarn up with his lips. “I am fine. Truthfully, I was fearful that somehow you’d ridicule me regardless of how you’d never do something like that,”

“Good. I mean, I’m in no position to be ridiculing anyone,” Tibarn smacks his gut. “But you’re sure you have no reservations?” Tibarn slowly reassuming his position, his other hand using the couch as leverage so as to not come toppling down onto Reyson—an idea the heron tries not to fixate and will into existence—he lovingly gazes down at him.

“Yes. It’s rare to see you of all people worry,” Reyson mentally curses at the bloom of emotion that sparks in Tibarn, once again wishful that Tibarn’s essence weren’t so easy to read.

“I worry when it comes to you,” Despite the words that he truly means, Tibarn immediately brings the muffin to Reyson’s small yet plump lips.

And the heron obligingly eats the pastry. The dense yet moist treat is slowly but surely devoured with every tiny bite he takes as Tibarn presses more and more of it to his lips. And even after Reyson finishes that, another muffin awaits him to be fed to him. Tibarn also has another pastry ready for Reyson to eat by the time he takes a large, already tired swallow of the remnants of the second muffin. 

“Oh come on, you can’t be full after just one thing,” Tibarn rests a hand on Reyson’s flat stomach, the rail thin waist being the slightest bit distended.

“Ugh I had the cheesecake mmmphh!”

Tibarn gently smiles down at Reyson. With an eclair in his hand this time, he has the delicacy pressed against his boyfriend’s mouth as he feeds him more. “You said you wanted to get bigger, so I’m here to help,” 

Reyson slowly bites at the custard filled dessert. The thick, cloyingly sweet filling falls and spills out, the creamy inside dirtying his lips and cheeks. Any attempt at speaking is denied, Reyson forced to eat more as more of the treat is held and shoved into his mouth. He lets out a small burp after finishing his treat. A tray of cookies immediately presented to him afterwards, Reyson eats those all as well. He has his head tilted back afterwards, clearly not used to anything past the lightest snack. 

“We can’t quit now. You only have a bit left,” Tibarn dutifully feeds Reyson a platter of tiny fruit filled knish. The deep fried battered treat ends up going all into his full yet greedy gullet despite the small bit of moans that escape Reyson’s lips. “You’re doing so well. Just focus on eating and I’ll take good care of you,” 

Reyson lets out a whimper as Tibarn rubs his tiny little gut. So much food crammed into him now after yet another plate. “Ughhhh just hnnng,,,” Reyson has his eyes closed. All his complaints die in the back of his throat, his breathing picking up as Tibarn leans further down to kiss and tend his aching gut.

“You’re doing perfect. You only have one last thing left for you,”

Reyson doesn't bother hiding his groan. He has both his hands on his gut, the thin stomach now adorned with a small belly with all his food for his comparative size. “Just, buh-uurp, make it quick,” Taking small breaths, he shuts his eyes closed once more as Tibarn brings a large cup to his flushed face.

“This will help you wash everything down,” Tibarn pours the sugary, sweet smoothie down Reyson’s mouth. He watches as he submissively chugs the entire thing without pause, Reyson’s throat bobbing with every single tired gulp he takes. His chugging is accompanied by pathetic little moans, the sounds almost drowned out by the torrent of liquid coming close to overflowing and making a mess of his face as Reyson begins to slow down. His gut grows louder, the small belly audibly churning from the mess of food stuffed inside it.

But before Reyson can give up, Tibarn pulls away the empty glass. 

“See. I knew you could do it,” Cleaning up Reyson’s mouth from the bit of spilling, Tibarn finally takes a seat.

“I…” With drowsy eyes, Reyson only leans the back of his head further into the couch. Only able to process his noisy gut, he remains silent. He does rub his churning little distended belly however, both hands caressing it. 

Tibarn starts digging into his own plates without abandon. “Just focus on relaxing for now. You did great, but we’re just getting started,”

True to Tibarn’s word, Reyson’s small little stuffing is only the first of countless to come. Tibarn keeps the sessions coming. And Reyson allows them, the tiny heron always eating everything that is handed to him throughout the days despite his stomach protests. And Reyson soon begins to pack on the pounds, a trim waist lovingly fattened up into the very beginning of a belly and even bigger as more and more days go by. The two practically inseparable before, the two growing birds are practically never seen without each other now; the two fat laguz are a sight to behold with their growing waistlines, not that either of them mind. And not that anyone dares to bring up the two’s weight as year’s and events go by, other nation’s festivities takinging into account Tibarn’s large waistline and Reyson’s own hefty one as well. The two fat laguz gaining weight, Reyson’s gains are still slower despite Tibarn’s insistence on fattening him up. Especially as Reyson himself also pushes Tibarn to eat, the small bits of encouragement and fondling initiated by Reyson more than twice so fueling Tibarn to stuff himself further. 

Like most of their days, the now married couple are currently in their room after years of living with each other. The state of all the furniture is a true testament to the fine craftsmanship behind every single piece, all of them still intact despite having to withstand so much weight. 

“Hahhh, it’s good isn’t it?” The now much fatter Tibarn grins at Reyson. Seated on the couch, the positions of the two are swapped from the very first day of stuffing. Despite having the fat Reyson draped over him, Tibarn still dutifully feeds his husband. 

The couch manages to hold up even with the obscene amount of weight that it holds right now. Tibarn seated at the very center of it, his bulk alone takes up almost the entirety of the room on the spacious seating. The absurdly large hawk manages to keep his mobility from his incredibly laguz strength, the nearly half a ton King’s bare minimum of sluggish movements for waddling still a marvel for all the fellow bird laguz in Serenes—the sight even more of a shock to visiting beorc dignitaries and the bird’s beast and dragon brethren despite the tales of such a hedonistically fat laguz royal. Though with him being so fat enough to be on the last vestiges of mobility, Tibarn is far too large for any sort of clothes to be effective in covering up his enormity with how fast he gains, the hawk king electing to wear nothing. Tibarn’s entire body is a testament to his pleasure and gluttony. His gut is by far the largest thing about him, the massive, billowing gut surging forward from him like a waterfall of lard wherever he goes. Made up of two prominent sections, the upper portion of his gut doesn’t jut out as much as the lower half, the massive sagging lower rivers of fat that are the rolls on his gut cascading down the couch. The enormous pile of fat that makes up his gargantuan gut currently rests on the floor. Partially, the rest of it that doesn’t pool on the plush carpet floor instead sprawled out on the couch. The massive gut is more than large enough to blanket an entire transformed laguz with enough blubber to spare for another. Tibarn’s enormous stomach churns and rumbles—half from hunger and half from eating too much with him never quite able to satisfy his hunger at his ridiculous furniture crushing size. His thick jutting love handles surpass the size of an arm in their width. And his large breasts that now surpass the size of an entire person’s torso, his massive tits alone close to weighing as much as the average beorc now, follow gravity’s natural pull and splay down his mound of fat for a gut to even reach and touch his love handles; the two large breasts even sag over the upper section of his gut. Tibarn’s wings are now nothing more than an adornment on his bloated figure. The two massive, powerful wings that were always a point of pride for Tibarn now come close to being matched by his own gluttonous girth now. Despite his lower half being smaller, his ponderous rear presses against the back of the couch, the furniture creaking from the strain of it along with the rest of his weight but still holding on strong. Tibarn’s massive backside is still large enough to completely smother an armchair under each shapeless cheek. Tibarn’s thighs are mostly taken up by the enormity of his upper half. Tibarn’s hips are more than five times wider than the regular laguz. His thighs are large enough to struggle with anything resembling a doorway—large enough to where that has been an issue a couple hundred pounds ago; the two ponderously shaped thighs are riddled with their own rolls of flab, bits of adipose jutting to the side as they rest on the couch. Tibarn’s legs are practically swallowed in flab. The strength that he does have left can’t remove the encroaching physical impossibility of being too fat to stand up anymore, especially with his cankle fat  that sags and spills down to absorb his feet. His knees also struggle with flexibility like the rest of him; the two doughy joints are smothered in a heaping layer of lard from his thighs. Tibarn’s arms come close to facing the very same issue. His enormous biceps are now larger than a person’s waistline. The obscenely obese hawk has the bare minimum of strength to sluggishly, lethargically lift them up. An effort he mostly reserves for Reyson at this point.

The heron far from matching Tibarn’s weight, the petite little laguz is no more. Long gone is his slim, delicate body; instead, a bloated hefty body replaces it. The new delicacies provided to him with no longer having to subsist off of Phoenicis’ climate—and the supplies they pirated from Begnion—the joy from eating such a wide array of dishes had been doubled by having Tibarn at his side. Reyson uses Tibarn as his own personal seat, his husband far more soft than even the most luxurious of furniture. Reyson drapes himself over Tibarn. His own large belly squishes against his husband’s bed sized body. Reyson weighs just a tad bit over the 400 benchmark, the heron finally surpassing his goal weight two weeks ago before deciding to indulge himself further upon the insistence of his husband along with his own enjoyment of his size and his husband’s immensity. He has a much more defined lower half. Still clothed, the ill fitting pair of shorts are incredibly snug against his posterior. Reyson’s large ass juts out behind him, the two livingly shaped rear always a marvel to watch whenever he waddles no matter how much laguz try not to stare. The two large cheeks that need their own chair now spill out from his tight clothing. And Reyson’s shirt does absolutely nothing to cover up the exposed cheeks that spill out, the white fabric taut as it hugs the large, flabby curve of his gut. Reyson’s wings rather average, the still large wingspan easily surpasses his own width. He can also still fly. Not that Reyson truly ever bothers to try so anymore when he tires so easily after a mere few minutes or so of flapping his wings a few feet above the ground. Reyson’s thighs do a much better job of getting around anyways, the two lard filled pillars for legs his only option now. His large thighs easily give Reyson a prominent bottom heavy shape even with his sizable upper half’s large gut that sags close to his groin along with two large bosoms that strain every shirt he wears and a pair of meaty, flabby arms with arm fat that sags whenever he lifts up his arms for more food.

Which he currently works on. Partially for himself, but mostly for Tibarn. “The food is delicious. But,” Reyson pauses as he feeds a heaping forkful of meat to his nearly immobile husband. 

“But?” Tibarn pauses his own action. Well, not eating, the morbidly obese laguz still greedily accepting the next bit of food Reyson gives him. But he does stop lifting up his arm for a quick break, Tibarn tiredly moving his overlyladen arms to feed Reyson the best that he can at his weight.

Reyson wipes at Tibarn’s jowls as he speaks, Tiabrn’s cheeks that are far too big to be cupped with one hand now wobbling from the care and attention. “But, I think you’re just a hog now,” Reyson leans closer. Fat squishes against lard as he reaches to give Tibarn a kiss. No malice to be found in his words, the heron simply allows himself a small, cheeky grin. 

“Yeah? Well, I don’t mind it,” Tibarn accepts another bite of food, just barely having finished his current bite before Reyson practically shoves more into his hungry maw. “And you certainly don’t mind it. Besides, what does that make you? A pig? Cause you’re certainly already there,”

Reyson laughs. Loudly at first, the burst of laughter eventually trickling down into soft chuckles. “Of course I don’t mind how big you are. If I did, well then, you’d be out of such a doting husband. And,” Reyson causes, mentally groaning at what should be a demeaning term used so lovingly and the way he enjoys it. “And I guess I am then,” Despite his acceptance of the sudden term, Reyson’s portly, rounded face is blemished by a blush. 

“Oh, you’re shy now? After eating yourself almost three hundred pounds heavier?” Tibarn grins. Though the taunting, teasing smile is made far from menacing with smears of oils and fat on his plump lips that are attached to a rounded, bloated face. “Though if you ask me, you look even more handsome now with how nice and fat you are,”

“I’m not shy. This whole situation is simply ridiculous if you think about it. Not that I care. It’s relaxing not having to feel so prim and proper when you’re far from that now,” Tibarn huffs as Reyson feeds him more. And Reyson watches as Tibarn listens to his words, waiting for him to finish, both of them aware of where the conversation will lead like every day. But Reyson finds it difficult. Especially with his insight from his heron blood. Tibarn’s ever open soul to Reyson’s insight just feels so teasing, so purposeful, the heron able to see that Tibarn truly means every word he says. And a slight insight to Tibarn’s desires. Not that they deviate at all from Reyson’s own. So, he speaks up, his growling stomach also pushing the conversation along. “I’m sure you’ll find me even more ravishing with some more weight. So why don’t you feed me? You’ve gotten quite complacent it seems,”

“Closed mouths don’t get fed. But since you asked so nicely,” Tibarn once again resumes his sluggish movements, lifting up an obscenely large lard filled arm to bring the bit of food he has left for Reyson despite how important it is at his size.

Not that either of the two fat bird laguz truly care about such things, both of them more than content just to spend time with each other. And to glut out and grow even more like they have been.

[laguz]

Tibarn’s fat tits

[fostersffff]

I’m kinda in line with everyone else invested in Fire Emblem Heroes right now that the powercreep skills and sets on the new beast units are fucking insane (hello melee infantry that can move three spaces and comes with distant counter and neutralize null counter and AoE restrict movement), but I find the writing in the Forging Bonds event really encouraging.

Like, as charmed as I am by big fat anime titties, the Loki and Aversa Forging Bonds sucked because it was just them saying “player-kun, you’re so cool, I wish I could smother you with my big fat anime titties”, but using the events to actually have fun character interactions is great, like Anna trying to pitch shapeshifting clothes to sell to Nailah and other transformers, or advancing Alfonse’s concerns about becoming king by having him talk with Tibarn. And as an added bonus, they’re going in hard with Binding Blade references, presumably in anticipation of that banner, like Rayson wanting to wear armor because he saw Gwendolyn, or Leanne accidentally learning to speak English from Narcian and Sophia

[miraclelevellan]

Tibarn:Summoner!I have a problem with letting that fat sack of wasted space Oliver wandering around-what the hell are you doing?

My Summoner:Trying to decide what color bow to put on Kaden. What do you think red or blue?

Kaden:I like blue!

Tibarn:Summoner!

My Summoner:Listen....Tibarn all problems can be solved by petting Kaden.

Kaden:It's true!I'm amazing~

Tibarn:I'd kill you if I didn't love you so much.

My Summoner:Fair enough.

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PoR JP/EN script differences overview: (Part 4) ch #12 - ch #13

Where things are moving slowly and Gatrie has way too many conversations that are almost the same.

→ Main Index — Begin reading here ←

Chapter 12.

1) Nasir, Ike and Mist talk with marginal changes. Main additions:

JP!Ike outright asking: Nasir... you're beorc, aren't you? If you're a beorc, why are you working with laguz?

JP!Nasir: No, I'm a genuine laguz.

In the translated script, Nasir also says that he has financial reasons for involvement. No such thing originally.

2) JP!Zihark cutely saying "I've never met such a cosy mercenary group before" instead of grandstanding about how he's "finally able to do the kind of good I've longed to do for years."

3) Mistranslated Nasir talking about crows attacking the ship.

EN!Nasir: We're still out of their range, but airborne foes can be especially troublesome.

JP!Nasir: We're not in their territory, so I've let my guard down...

As we learn later, those were indeed Goldoa's territorial waters, not Kilvas.

4) A rare missed joke, instead of adding a joke. Apparently, Ike was initially hoping to move the ship from the rocks with a large piece of driftwood (there was none in vicinity). Then, he was arguing with the dragon soldiers for a while, making it more clear how Kurthnaga had time to get over to the shore and interfere.

5) A remark on Greil's child-rearing methods in Ike talking to Kurthnaga.

EN!Ike: My father had a great deal to say about my lack of etiquette.

JP!Ike: My dad used to harshly scold me for not speaking properly…

The literal verb here is "to be hit", but the meaning is "to be scolded/yelled at for some failure". Poor kid just trying to navigate the neurotypical world. That said, we will eventually find out that Greil did literally hit Ike, but not for this.

I'll say this again after reading the whole Kurthnaga dialogue — the translated Ike is too smooth-talking too often, compared to what the original intent was and the text itself says in constantly focusing on his rudeness.

Chapter 13.

1) Worldbuilding clarification:

EN!Soren: No, but it's extremely unusual for Begnion to send an envoy to meet a princess whom they do not even acknowledge.

JP!Soren: It is not natural, though, to go to the trouble of sending an emissary for a princess who is not recognised by the public.

2) JP!Tibarn and JP!Janaff (and Reyson later) pretty much exclusively use the curseword "humans"/ningen in this chapter, but their EN versions use "beorc".

3) Ike/Mist/Soren/Titania looking for the apostle joke originally front loaded some information - because the apostle's (messenger of the goddess, literally) gender wasn't obvious, since it was possible to skip gendered language for a while. Compare:

EN!Ike: I'll do what I can to find her, but I don't even know who I'm looking for...

EN!Soren: I think it's safe to assume she will be a woman of stature, a noblewoman of some sort.

EN!Titania: Well, I suppose all I have to do is keep my eyes peeled for any stowaway--anyone I don't know.

vs

JP!Ike: ...I'll be searching, but.. I don't even know what the person looks like... ...a messenger of the goddess, the emperor of Begnion ...... A fat, dignified-looking, old man?

JP!Soren: Ike, the apostles in Begnion have been women for generations.

JP!Titania: So, a woman of grace and high status, then.

Damn, there was a lot of script, but most fudging/misunderstanding of the text was really boring and not worth mentioning.