#i refuse to believe they are bigger than a leg of roast lamb

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You fucking what.

They are just like me forreal

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The Hero Named Avalanche.

Prompt:  A warrior of the adventurer's guild is nicknamed "Avalanche" for obvious reasons. But what exactly happened on that they they earned that title?

Admittedly, I tweaked this a little to work the idea I had from it. So it is more... a hero in the guild is believed to have the name Avalanche though it isn’t fully clear. But they certainly earned a more fitting title....

Anyways: Fatness, Hyper-Ass, Big Butt, Furniture Crushing, Destruction (light)

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Weiss Schnee – Avalanche.

It made sense that was her nickname. The legendary heiress of the Schnee family; a family of both warriors and business folk. An odd union but an adaptive one nonetheless. The family itself had always been noted for the chilly nature. Mainly through their cold manner in the realms of business and efficiency. As warriors, it came from their icy magicks and cold-as-ice brutality. Professionals through and through in the eyes of many. Seeing that name alone upon the roster of guild Adventurers certainly gave quite the impression. Such reputation and prestige behind that name bolstered anything. In the guild itself, there was murmurs about her, about Weiss. Various things, mumblings over her cool nature, her cold and sharp mannerisms that placed her into the role of an Ice Queen to many that knew her.

Yet, there was a notably lack of descriptions for the girl in looks. Weiss was strangely unspoken about despite being such a big name. Her reputation preceded her, many of the older adventurers refusing to speak about that heiress. The Guild itself would only mention of the supposed skill and the pride of having a Schnee on the roaster, not exactly the nature of who she was. It didn't matter to them of course, the name helped draw people in to either join up or use their service. It was in the later evening however that she would arrive to the Guild.

In the large feasting hall of the Guild's Main Complex; a meeting and eating place for those contracted by the Guild for work or commissions, a small number of such people would relax here. The scent of roasted meats and honeyed ales lingered upon the airs of mirth and merriment. To the light chatter was the crackling of the inviting fireplace that blazed brightly at the far right of the hall, providing a a degree of warmth in both the souls of the men and women within and the room itself. It was a comfortable place.

THUMP!

The large double doors were pushed open, a breeze of chill carrying in from the motion and the colder air outside.

In the threshold was the seemingly mythical women herself; Weiss Schnee. The so-called 'Avalanche'. White-haired as were all Schnees, it was quite easy to figure out whom she was but.... to see her.... One was to be shocked. Standing a little over five-foot, she was a plush with fatness. It lingered over her features. From rounded cheeks, a second chin, a pot belly that pushed against the fabric of her dress. Not an inch was spared the softening, though some had taken bigger hits than others. Mainly those hips, thighs and tummy. Dressed in a short if tight-looking white dress, a combat dress as she dubbed it, she seemed oddly elegant how the icy blues of the dress combated the paleness of her skin and the sheer white-as-snow hair. But, the longer one looked at her for that moment, they might be curious over the large mass behind her.

Was it the body of a great ogre? Dragged her to be shown off for her abilities? Perhaps it was bags of treasure, found in a desolate horde that she had dragged back to prove her worth? If it was any of those things, why would she come here with those?

A longer lingering look towards the hips would clear that up. She was as wide as the threshold of the door! Hip-to-hip the lightly they meet the threshold of the door, a five-foot width, it would dawn quick that those towering orbs behind her were no treasures but her truest asset.

Literally.

Effortlessly pushing herself in, hips rolling as the plump and broader heiress lumbered herself in. Heeled steps clacked and cracked the stone flooring as the tree-truck legs, seemingly as smooth as flawless porcelain yet more like the strong marble pillars that supported the grand bodily temple of her mass. Not an inch of her seemed to not move. Something jostled or meatily slapped into another. From there, more motions would crash together. Not an inch nor pound of flesh seemed spared form this. Thickened calves to those doughy cheeks, the motions vibrated through her mass. A few eyes would roam her way, mainly those of the newly commissioned who had never seen this before. Awe, disgust, surprise, fear. All common as eyes gazed on. The older, more aware sorts merely grumbled and returned to their drinks. It was just a typical arrival which often meant the night would get a little colder. Weiss herself held her head high while her body shuffled along. She adored the looks, a sense of pride of her spurring her on as she slowly lumbered more of herself into the place. The more she came in, the more of her ass was able to be seen. The girl was literally more ass than she was body! The shelf of it, or rather the platform for it was so big and expansive one could comfortably rest there to slumber, was covered by the skirt of her dress. It seemed almost useless against her girth. The pale ice blue fabric of her panties were stretched over the sheer girthy depths of her rump, showing a degree of modesty was taken. Even if it was loosing the battle to hold against the tide- that relentless force of her booty.

The cheeks of this rump were almost flawless in how they held together. Rounded with supporting dimpled rolls towards the lower edge where those broad pillar-like thighs sat. There was a shape to the boulders Weiss had as an ass, a sort of stretched and lightly sagging oval. Broad yet plump to a degree one might ponder how the girl managed. It was her genes, she would boast. Her natural gift, bolstered by her training. It was something she was quite proud of.. They overshadowed her however, towering above and around the plump heiress-warrior. It seemed almost silly to witness as she shuffled, effectively dragging her immense rump along the floor. It was like watching a horse dragging a carriage though the carriage was overloaded and immense, forcing the horse to take it slow and struggle, if the sweat on Weiss' brow meant anything.

There was a ruckus from her motions, aside from that of her creaking dress as the fabric tried to hold on. Not only from the cracking of the stone flooring via her heavy steps but the heavy rolling and swaying of her hips bumped the various chairs, tables and benches. No-one did anything about it as the scraping of the wood upon stone cried out like a dying harpy and the bottles and dishes left by prior parties crashed together to the floor. Destruction was some common thanks to her rear, Weiss drowned them out without a mere thought as she carved a path to... somewhere. No-one got in her way as the hips enforced the need for space with aggressive wobbling rocking.

The place shook once Weiss had picked her spot to settle. The crying creaking of the fabric of her attire was drowned out by the wails of the oaken bench she had settled upon. Somehow it held but the sounds of splintering echoed out. Even the aged wood knew best to serve the Schnee it seemed. Then again, even the most sturdiness of foes had buckled to this ass, the ass that was said to have smothered a great beast on more than three separate occasions. What was a pathetic bench to measure up to that?

The ass itself was so immense, so heavy that it smothered the bench. At a glance, it was easy not to think of Weiss as being seated upon anything but the floor. Only a careful look would reveal the mark of her sitting down on something. That was how she seemed to be floating an inch off the floor. Though the smothering and sagging ass did much to mask that. Yet, there she was, somehow suspended over the floor via this aged and slowly breaking bench. It would succumb eventually. It was just a question of when. Settling against her 'throne'; her thick back against the twin pillows of her expansive yet soft rear, made her smile. Comfort at last! Casually wiping the sweat from her brow, she leaned her head back. Time to eat.

She cleared her throat.

“Roasted boar, Lamb stew, the special and.... Ah! A gallon of red wine!” The voice would order out, a demand to the chefs carried by an entitled bellow.

There was a flurry of action behind the serving station of the feasting hall as they broke from their stares and got to work. All seemed to settle back to normal as the awe and ambivalence towards the immense heiress faded back into the merry nature of the hall. It felt colder however, the merry nature shifting thanks to large ice-cube that seemed to have settled within the once merry drink of atmosphere. Chatter returned, the clattering of cooking and the masked and muffled creaking and cracking of wood as Weiss shifted and rocked her hips, her ass wobbling and pressing more against that aged oaken bench...

Crashing! Clattering! Splintering!

A crash as mighty as the quake range out in parallel to the cracking of wooden.

It seemed the bench had shattered. Without the support, the once seemingly floating ass had fallen. The immense rear had impacted upon the hard-stone. The weight had pushed out a violent sense of animation across the room with everything in the grand hall from chairs, tables, people, cups and more seemed to shift and bounce, clattering as they settled in the aftermath. This violent animation caused a moment of silence as it burned away, the impact seeming to settle as everyone else in the hall seemed to get over the surprise.

Weiss hardly seemed to notice or care as her mass had fallen like snow from a rooftop, impacting the ground and making her ass-throne seem like a mountain of snow with the uncaring Ice Queen seated comfortably, above all.....

The nickname wasn't avalanche.

It was Assalanche.