“Heh… Man, I love this stuff.”

Kahive wasn’t a stranger to hard times - so, when the good times came, he was more than happy to eat his fill and, with the natural metabolism signature to unicorns, he usually needn’t worry about his figure - still, his appetite managed to beat out his race’s resistance to rounding when things were especially good, with most of his fat pouching out into a soft, spotted, marshmallowy mound - the carefree cleric hardly noticed, and when he did notice, he didn’t mind!

Then - came the really, REALLY good times… which started with that brownie. It was the first brownie the hefty hippie had ever tired - hard as that may be to believe with a belly like that - and whether from the “special” ingredient in it, or just from an innate, previously undiscovered love for brownies… Kahvie was hooked. And he certainly couldn’t stop with just one of the heavenly, fudgy treats…

/Many Brownies Later/

“Woo - UURRP - Brownies!”

So, Kahvie had some more - and some more… and some more after that, too. And, when his overstretched stomach finally had enough, the unicorn passed out right in the bakery - and, the baker, however kind or malicious his intentions may have been - made sure that the insatiable unicorn had a fresh plate of brownies waiting for him in the morning. And then, Kahvie had some more…

Kahvie’s life continued just the way for a good, long while, save one detail that changed from day to day - Kahvie was getting fat. And not just a little fat - very fat.

His previously pudgier-than-potbellied body began to swell out more and more as stretching stomach became accustomed to greater and greater quantities of brownies.

His belly became a proper gut once he was able to stand a whole five trays in one sitting. His stomach became a creaking barrel once he could eat a whole display’s worth of brownies. And, when his soft, yielding butterbelly sagged past his knees, that dastardly baker finally asked for payment - the spotted ball of softness gaped in horror, as the thought of a brownie cutoff approached him - his mind wandered back to how tragically mobile, terribly cold, and painfully light he’d been before he’d earned all this weight!

The baker - whether noticing the peculiar, wealthy clientele that began frequenting his establishment as the penniless pudgeball’s cycle of gorging, snoozing, and gaining became known, or out of some personal, devious desire - offered a way out for Kahvie. Kahvie’s chins compressed in awe and glee and his heard the offer - and he heartily agreed to the “sidequest” that was offered…

He had to eat as many brownies as the baker demanded, written on the first tray each and every day. Kahvie attacked it with glee, pushing himself to the brink with that first cartload of brownies - he hoped he only looked like he was about to pop - and getting all the fatter for it! When he awoke the next morning, bum firmly planted on the floor - and in no hurry to get up from it - he discovered the quest was repeatable…

Even though more and more of the floorspace of said bakery became occupied by heaping mounds of brownie blubber, the bakery had never done better - Kahvie had fallen on good times indeed… And they were worth every ton.

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Here’s a model sheet of one of my favorite character’s of Jiskcar ‘s, that hefty, silly hippie of his, Kahvie the Lamplighter. Although the campaign that he originally hails from is long-over, this insatiable unicorn will always hold a special place in my heart - and brownies will certainly hold a special place in his gut!

If you’re interested in getting a traditionally colored piece like this yourself, I have them available here…

Prismacolor Model Sheet Commissions

…as an experimental commission type - there are limited slots, so if you’re interested, please feel free to let me know!

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Jiskcar - Kahvie the Browniegobbler