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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Vraille Darkfang" data-source="post: 2206223" data-attributes="member: 16989">Here's some flavor text you can use when the PC finally meets her.Across the room, rising from a massive, crude framing serving as a bed, molded, decaying furs thrown to a side, rises a massive mountain of glistening green-gray flesh.  The immense mountain of naked, living fat slides off the edge to stand upon two layered pillars and stare at you with small, red eyes concealed deep within the folds of greasy wrinkled skin and a bald head too small from such immense girth, despite the extravagant excess of fat and flesh upon it. Long dried (and fresh) mucus completely covers he thick hairs upon its chin and jowls, rivulet of snot hanging from its broad nasal passages to drip upon the pool of slim that is its protruding lower lip. Her (as she is undoubtedly female) head reels back exposing a multitude of chins, each one dropping lower than the next.  Each begins to undulate in rhythm as a low, bass growl escapes from green, rot filled tusks protruding from black lips, still coated with grease and scraps of partially digest food caked upon her lips as well as the rest of her face. Indeed, her entire body is covered with the grease and detris of previous meals, the age of those bits lying within the folds of her fat impossible to comprehend. The massive behemoth of grease covered flesh then begin to charge towards you with a speed inconceivable for a being of such excessive girth.  A each ponderous foot is placed before the other, her entire body begins to shake like the gelatin dessert on some noblewoman’s feast.  As the massive rolls of flesh begin to bounce up and down like a moss covered log on a storm crossed sea, the full extent of her sloth become clear.  Debris like a summer downpour begins to fall from her body, as each flap of long closed flesh open separates with a audibly sucking noise as congealed grease is forced to separate for perhaps the first time, and more solid bits of food, sloughed off skin and other, unidentifiable pieces fall out of these crevices that have never seen the light of day.  Further, the flesh-quake has disturbed the scavengers that live within the folds of her flesh. The beetles, spiders, centipedes and other, unknown insects scurry from the safety of their darkened hidey-holes to seek other, safer abodes within her green pock-marked flesh.  A spider the size of you hand races from within two overlapping pouches of flesh that separate as the behemoth races towards you to dart for the cover beneath the ogresses’ massive distended belly.  As she take another step, her belly rising several feet into the air, flinging decayed food about the room, the dark hair covered thatch of her female form can be seen, where even more small creatures writhe in excitement, before her massive belly flesh smacks back down upon her frame, crushing the fleeing spider with an loud, wet popping noise, and flinging dried bits of stool from her backside back along the path she has tread.  Her teats, resembling nothing more than elongated, rotting avocadoes alternately slap against the fleshy rungs that make up her thighs to flop back to strike against the broad swathes of greased fat which compose her broad back in the way only half-rotted, wilted fruits could. Finally she stops, though the folds of her flesh (and those creatures scurrying about her body) will not cease their motion for some time and raises a green arm from which rolls of fat hang down nearly a foot from the bone.  Her yellowed, thick, grime covered fingers point in your direction as her low, deep, bass voice echoes words of power inside your skull.As you struggle to resist, you can feel you memories being re-written.  The massive monstrosity in front of you is being changed into an old friend, a true friend, a truly special friend; perhaps more than mere friends…..WILL SAVE VERSUS THAT BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Just wait to the Emotion (Lust) spell next round.Now.  Lunch.</blockquote>

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