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reid we worked hard and collaborated and made this piece for a earth eternal character i made enjoy this story about a hart(deer) and his weight gain story please fave this on my page or reids page.
Senal Lunast
Species: Hart (Deer)
Profession: Grand Druid
Weight: Before (250lbs) After (500lbs)
Location: Camelot
Senal Lunast has been the Grand Druid of Camelot for 50 years, and for the last 2 years, he's feeling incomplete, even though he has been an important part to Anglorum for a very long time.
After one of his usual sermons, Senal Lunast retires to his office and goes to his teachings, but as he opens the door, he spots a burger on his desk.
“Oh? I believe this is one of Arcane’s meals, that Foxen half breed always have a knack to eat during my sermons... *He approaches it and sniffs, the smell is different but intriguing. “I guess Arcane wouldn’t mind if I eat this.” The Grand Druid takes a bite of it, the taste is sensational, it was nothing as any meal he had eaten, everything he knows about food was thought to be bland or tasteless the moment he puts his muzzle on this burger-looking snack. The Grand Druid kept the remaining piece and went over to the Temple’s kitchen, where a heavy-set Hart is batching up meals for dinner.
Cook: *Whistles and hums a nice tune*
Senal: Excuse me, Cook?
Cook: Oh? Grand Druid! Heh.. Didn’t see you come in; what can I do for you?
Senal: I was hoping you might make a meal resembling this food I have here.
*Senal shows the cook the burger*
Cook: Oh? *Obtains the burger* Ahh, Arcane’s favorite. I can assure you, Grand Druid, I’ll happily make another burger of this sort.
Senal: Could you, perhaps, make like a dozen of them… daily?
Cook: Daily? A piece of cake! Arcane, himself, gave me the recipe for this delectable. I’ll make sure to batch you a dozen, and maybe another, should you like.
Senal: Well, another dozen sounds good; I would love that. Thank you, kind Cook.
Then, morning, noon and night for over a year, the Grand Druid Hart ate nothing but Arcane's special burgers, which starts giving him a bit of pudge each day and grows exponentially in the next. One morning, in his private quarters, the Grand Druid wakes up and looks in his mirror, he’s astonished to what he sees. The first thing he noticed is his face, his cheeks puffed and wide, his head rotund and chubby, his chins sporting triple folds, and his nose widens to match his hungered maw. He backs up a bit to notice the rest of his change, which is more shocking than he would imagine; his chest sports huge moobs, his arms and paws grow rotund and firm, his belly grows round and huge, grown 3 times the size of his normal weight.
Senal: “Oh my…” *He looks onto his belly and gives it a poke, making his entire girth jiggle and wiggle with motion from just a single touch.*
As he exits his bathroom, he goes to his wardrobe to put on his Druid robes for today’s sermon, unfortunately, due to his new weight, his robes and clothing felt much too tight and begins to rip from the sides and backside, revealing his belly and big rump.
Senal: “*Gasp* Oh dear…Those tears and rips, my body, this will not do at all... I need to find some way to refashion them before the sermon begins....”
*He went off to a Tailor in Camelot and arrives at his store. The tailor is another portly beast, this time a Bounder working in his shop east of the Castle, in the market place.*
Tailor: Oh! Grand Druid! What a pleasant surpri-EIEIEI! Grand Druid Lunast, what on Gaia has happened to you??
Senal: It’s.. it’s not important, can you please help me with my, appearance… I got a sermon in a few hours…”
Tailor: Um, yes well, I’ll need to take your measurements, then, Grand Druid.
*The Tailor puts on his garbs and starts to use his measuring tape*
Tailor: Oh Grand Druid, how exactly have you gotten so... big!?
Senal: Just a...few meals…
*The Tailor measures Senals new weight, starting with his hips, thighs and waist, and every measurement he makes, Senals body ripples and jiggles, causing him to laugh by the Tailors touch*
Senal: Hahaha, Tailor, easy with that. I’m getting tickled here!
Tailor: Sorry, but your extra weight makes it hard for me to miss ya.
Senal: Just take it easy- Hahaha! It tickles!
Tailor: *Giggles* Oh, Arcanes burgers got to ya, huh? Yes yes, Arcane Fox can make a very filling meal
Senal: What has he been using for the meat?
Tailor: Oh the very best of the best, Grand Druid. Razor Beak Meat!
Senal: Razor Beak? Mmm, those beasts sure know how to make a nice meal.
Tailor: Here you go, Lunast. Good as new; and better fit for your current self.
*The Camelot Tailor gives Grand Druid Lunast his new set of robes and clothes as the grown Hart Druid enters the dressing room and puts on each piece, his collar fits well within his chin and neck folds, his shoulders fit and rounded to match his new firm look, his robes fit well around that portly weight, making sure each seam is nicely knitted and reinforced for his new and future weight in the coming months. His sleeves fit well, making his wide arms look wider, and his gloves fit in each palm. His pants, difficult to wear and breathe before, now provides a nice look for the widely grown Hart, along with his boots, making sure his new weight doesn’t outbalance his step.
Senal: They are perfect, Tailor, thank you so much! And your pay…
Tailor: Keep it, Grand Druid, consider it my part of contributing for the good of Camelot and charity of the good people of Anglorum.
Senal: As you wish.
*Senal and Tailor bows to each other as the Grand Druid heads off to the Temple and prepares for the sermon. Each step he takes, he waddles to and fro, shifting his belly in fast pace, arriving at his Temple.*
An hour during the sermon, the people of Camelot and Anglorum couldn’t help but notice Senal’s new weight, but neither of them dares or even takes consideration to his new look. Senal, by the way, speaks through the sermon while Arcane sits next to him, couldn’t help but eye and smile at the Grand Druids new look. As Senal spoke, his body jiggles as his face wobbles, giving Arcane a nice smile before firming his attention towards the people of the Sermon. When one of the patrons makes a snide remark of Grand Druid Lunast’s figure, Arcane lets out a small growl and quietly approaches the patron in a calm manner.
Arcane: Should you try to make any more remarks in regards to Grand Druid’s figure; I’ll have you kicked out of the Temple and away from any more sermons. You have my word on that.
The beast clams up and pays attention to the sermon arcane replys "good beast I'll see you at the next sermon" the beast replies "yes sir it won't happen again"
When the sermon ended, everyone in Camelot left the Temple, save for his clerics, and, of course, Arcane Fox, himself.
Senal: Arcane, might I have a word of you, please.
Arcane: Oh? Why yes, Grand Druid. You may, and might I add, you’re new weight and look matches well with your robes.
Senal: Arcane, I noticed that these razor beak burgers are amazing, but they quite make it hard for me to regain my fit. You’ve a knack for cooking, Arcane, but I would like to return to my trimness.
Arcane: Return?? Grand Druid, no! No no! Don’t you see the difference? Besides your rotund look, you, yourself, have a big gain of storing mana within your body. Look at myself, *pats his round belly* “Within this fat and fluff like an abundance of magic in me to expand knowledge and lay ruin to those opposing the King.”
Senal: Mana storage, within a big body? Even though I may have gained a few, how does one test your idea of expanding Mana through expanding your body?
Arcane: *The Half-breed Mage smiles* The answer you’re looking for lies in Corsica
Senal: What’s over in Corsica, Arcane?
Arcane: The answer, the very source of your mind expanding and witnessing new insight… You’ll soon see once you arrive there, Grand Druid.
And so, after a month passed, the Grand Druid of Camelot sails off to the Isles of Corsica, there he play role for the defense against the Anubian invaders as well as discovering the mysteries of sickly green shards and crystals as well as the increase of beasts turning hostility towards the townspeople of Corsica and Earthrise.
During the defense, Senal uses his new magic to fend off against the encampment when he stumbles across a portly Fangren using his Mystic magic towards the enraged Anubians.
Senal: You’re a Druid too?
???: Just started on Druid training, actually. Got used to heals and magic, though.
Senal: Lend me a paw, sir…
???: Kratos, at your service.
Senal: Kratos. Let’s fend off against these fiends.
Kratos: Aye.
And during the couple of weeks fighting for Corsica and Earthrise, the two starts to have a long and memorable journey of friendship and beyond.
me and 
reid we worked hard and collaborated and made this piece for a earth eternal character i made enjoy this story about a hart(deer) and his weight gain story please fave this on my page or reids page.Senal Lunast
Species: Hart (Deer)
Profession: Grand Druid
Weight: Before (250lbs) After (500lbs)
Location: Camelot
Senal Lunast has been the Grand Druid of Camelot for 50 years, and for the last 2 years, he's feeling incomplete, even though he has been an important part to Anglorum for a very long time.
After one of his usual sermons, Senal Lunast retires to his office and goes to his teachings, but as he opens the door, he spots a burger on his desk.
“Oh? I believe this is one of Arcane’s meals, that Foxen half breed always have a knack to eat during my sermons... *He approaches it and sniffs, the smell is different but intriguing. “I guess Arcane wouldn’t mind if I eat this.” The Grand Druid takes a bite of it, the taste is sensational, it was nothing as any meal he had eaten, everything he knows about food was thought to be bland or tasteless the moment he puts his muzzle on this burger-looking snack. The Grand Druid kept the remaining piece and went over to the Temple’s kitchen, where a heavy-set Hart is batching up meals for dinner.
Cook: *Whistles and hums a nice tune*
Senal: Excuse me, Cook?
Cook: Oh? Grand Druid! Heh.. Didn’t see you come in; what can I do for you?
Senal: I was hoping you might make a meal resembling this food I have here.
*Senal shows the cook the burger*
Cook: Oh? *Obtains the burger* Ahh, Arcane’s favorite. I can assure you, Grand Druid, I’ll happily make another burger of this sort.
Senal: Could you, perhaps, make like a dozen of them… daily?
Cook: Daily? A piece of cake! Arcane, himself, gave me the recipe for this delectable. I’ll make sure to batch you a dozen, and maybe another, should you like.
Senal: Well, another dozen sounds good; I would love that. Thank you, kind Cook.
Then, morning, noon and night for over a year, the Grand Druid Hart ate nothing but Arcane's special burgers, which starts giving him a bit of pudge each day and grows exponentially in the next. One morning, in his private quarters, the Grand Druid wakes up and looks in his mirror, he’s astonished to what he sees. The first thing he noticed is his face, his cheeks puffed and wide, his head rotund and chubby, his chins sporting triple folds, and his nose widens to match his hungered maw. He backs up a bit to notice the rest of his change, which is more shocking than he would imagine; his chest sports huge moobs, his arms and paws grow rotund and firm, his belly grows round and huge, grown 3 times the size of his normal weight.
Senal: “Oh my…” *He looks onto his belly and gives it a poke, making his entire girth jiggle and wiggle with motion from just a single touch.*
As he exits his bathroom, he goes to his wardrobe to put on his Druid robes for today’s sermon, unfortunately, due to his new weight, his robes and clothing felt much too tight and begins to rip from the sides and backside, revealing his belly and big rump.
Senal: “*Gasp* Oh dear…Those tears and rips, my body, this will not do at all... I need to find some way to refashion them before the sermon begins....”
*He went off to a Tailor in Camelot and arrives at his store. The tailor is another portly beast, this time a Bounder working in his shop east of the Castle, in the market place.*
Tailor: Oh! Grand Druid! What a pleasant surpri-EIEIEI! Grand Druid Lunast, what on Gaia has happened to you??
Senal: It’s.. it’s not important, can you please help me with my, appearance… I got a sermon in a few hours…”
Tailor: Um, yes well, I’ll need to take your measurements, then, Grand Druid.
*The Tailor puts on his garbs and starts to use his measuring tape*
Tailor: Oh Grand Druid, how exactly have you gotten so... big!?
Senal: Just a...few meals…
*The Tailor measures Senals new weight, starting with his hips, thighs and waist, and every measurement he makes, Senals body ripples and jiggles, causing him to laugh by the Tailors touch*
Senal: Hahaha, Tailor, easy with that. I’m getting tickled here!
Tailor: Sorry, but your extra weight makes it hard for me to miss ya.
Senal: Just take it easy- Hahaha! It tickles!
Tailor: *Giggles* Oh, Arcanes burgers got to ya, huh? Yes yes, Arcane Fox can make a very filling meal
Senal: What has he been using for the meat?
Tailor: Oh the very best of the best, Grand Druid. Razor Beak Meat!
Senal: Razor Beak? Mmm, those beasts sure know how to make a nice meal.
Tailor: Here you go, Lunast. Good as new; and better fit for your current self.
*The Camelot Tailor gives Grand Druid Lunast his new set of robes and clothes as the grown Hart Druid enters the dressing room and puts on each piece, his collar fits well within his chin and neck folds, his shoulders fit and rounded to match his new firm look, his robes fit well around that portly weight, making sure each seam is nicely knitted and reinforced for his new and future weight in the coming months. His sleeves fit well, making his wide arms look wider, and his gloves fit in each palm. His pants, difficult to wear and breathe before, now provides a nice look for the widely grown Hart, along with his boots, making sure his new weight doesn’t outbalance his step.
Senal: They are perfect, Tailor, thank you so much! And your pay…
Tailor: Keep it, Grand Druid, consider it my part of contributing for the good of Camelot and charity of the good people of Anglorum.
Senal: As you wish.
*Senal and Tailor bows to each other as the Grand Druid heads off to the Temple and prepares for the sermon. Each step he takes, he waddles to and fro, shifting his belly in fast pace, arriving at his Temple.*
An hour during the sermon, the people of Camelot and Anglorum couldn’t help but notice Senal’s new weight, but neither of them dares or even takes consideration to his new look. Senal, by the way, speaks through the sermon while Arcane sits next to him, couldn’t help but eye and smile at the Grand Druids new look. As Senal spoke, his body jiggles as his face wobbles, giving Arcane a nice smile before firming his attention towards the people of the Sermon. When one of the patrons makes a snide remark of Grand Druid Lunast’s figure, Arcane lets out a small growl and quietly approaches the patron in a calm manner.
Arcane: Should you try to make any more remarks in regards to Grand Druid’s figure; I’ll have you kicked out of the Temple and away from any more sermons. You have my word on that.
The beast clams up and pays attention to the sermon arcane replys "good beast I'll see you at the next sermon" the beast replies "yes sir it won't happen again"
When the sermon ended, everyone in Camelot left the Temple, save for his clerics, and, of course, Arcane Fox, himself.
Senal: Arcane, might I have a word of you, please.
Arcane: Oh? Why yes, Grand Druid. You may, and might I add, you’re new weight and look matches well with your robes.
Senal: Arcane, I noticed that these razor beak burgers are amazing, but they quite make it hard for me to regain my fit. You’ve a knack for cooking, Arcane, but I would like to return to my trimness.
Arcane: Return?? Grand Druid, no! No no! Don’t you see the difference? Besides your rotund look, you, yourself, have a big gain of storing mana within your body. Look at myself, *pats his round belly* “Within this fat and fluff like an abundance of magic in me to expand knowledge and lay ruin to those opposing the King.”
Senal: Mana storage, within a big body? Even though I may have gained a few, how does one test your idea of expanding Mana through expanding your body?
Arcane: *The Half-breed Mage smiles* The answer you’re looking for lies in Corsica
Senal: What’s over in Corsica, Arcane?
Arcane: The answer, the very source of your mind expanding and witnessing new insight… You’ll soon see once you arrive there, Grand Druid.
And so, after a month passed, the Grand Druid of Camelot sails off to the Isles of Corsica, there he play role for the defense against the Anubian invaders as well as discovering the mysteries of sickly green shards and crystals as well as the increase of beasts turning hostility towards the townspeople of Corsica and Earthrise.
During the defense, Senal uses his new magic to fend off against the encampment when he stumbles across a portly Fangren using his Mystic magic towards the enraged Anubians.
Senal: You’re a Druid too?
???: Just started on Druid training, actually. Got used to heals and magic, though.
Senal: Lend me a paw, sir…
???: Kratos, at your service.
Senal: Kratos. Let’s fend off against these fiends.
Kratos: Aye.
And during the couple of weeks fighting for Corsica and Earthrise, the two starts to have a long and memorable journey of friendship and beyond.
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