Tribute To The Creature (Pic By Leshawk)

For generations, the villagers would look up at the castle that towered over them in the distance, and shudder at the thought of the creature within. So many tales of horror abounded, of visitors who, against the warnings of the innkeeper, never left the castle walls quite the same as when they entered…should they leave at all…

After yet another disappearance, of a traveller named Verona, a youth suggested a solution. Offer the creature a tribute, in return for sparing anyone foolish enough to wander into its keep. Having lived in fear for years, many others saw merit in the plan, and together donated vegetables, meats, cakes, anything edible for the offering. The youth and some friends took the food and brought it to the door of the castle, rang the bell, and retreated as quickly as they could, knowing the creature would not be far behind…

Of course, this terrifying creature was Yvonne Glutmore, who, while a bizarre being in many respects, was hardly a horrible monster. In fact the proper terminology would be ‘very attractive woman who happened to look pregnant, and green.’

Delighted at the neighbourly gift, Yvonne was a little worried she had forgotten about some anniversary, but after some thought, decided to just accept the gift and send them something the next day.

“Would you look at all this? I’m not sure what to try first!” Yvonne declared, placing the last bit of food on the table.

“Cake. If I were you, I’d definitely start with the cake,” Verona, who had incidentally become a fire nymph, decided.

With a smile, Yvonne took a knife and cut herself a slice. “Would you like some? You don’t need to eat like this, but I bet it’d taste great anyway.”

“That’s alright, I figured I could lose some weight anyway. You go ahead.”

With a shrug, Yvonne took slice…and shoved the est of the cake into her mouth.
Perhaps not the best cake in the world, Yvonne didn’t mind at all, gleefully licking the frosting off her lips as she took the remaining slice and popped it on her tongue.

It would be any child’s dream to eat dessert before a proper meal instead of the right way around, but most of them wouldn’t consider the poor shift in tastes as you did so. This didn’t particularly matter to Yvonne, however, who excitedly began to munch away on leg of lamb (taking a moment to let Verona cook it up) while glugging down a jug of milk.

These were quite large portions, so her already sizeable girth began to swell even further as she ate on. It went from a pregnant bulge, to a large ball in very little time, as she finished the corn. It began to reach watermelon proportions not long after that.

“Goodness Ms. Glutmore…you live up to your name.”

“Hmmm? What do you mean?”

“Glutmore…you’re…glutting yourself quite a bit right now.”

Yvonne paused. “HA! Oh my, I never even realized that!” she ceased her meal for a good three minutes to get the intense laughter out of her system.
But then it was immediately back to the business of eating.

It was clear from the sound of her eating why the villagers thought of her as such a monster; it sounded less like a meal, and more like a massacre. It was even more bizarre to witness; she was not once out of breath, nor did she break her stead, barring the incident with her last name. She just smiled, munching away as her cheeks ballooned out with foodstuffs.

Her face quickly grew smeared in the residue and glop of her food, from more cake, to mashed potatoes, to ground beef. Verona stared in amazement as Yvonne’s tummy grew and grew, growing tighter and tighter with each bite, slowly becoming truly massive as the feast neared its end.

The green blob quivered and shook, barely able to move with all its contents. After so much food, it looked more like Yvonne was a girl attached to a belly, rather than the other way round. She hiccupped and belched lightly as she continued to gnaw on a chicken bone, accidentally swallowing it (for a being like her, this didn’t seem all that bad). She finished her binge by cleaning her face with one, well manoeuvred lick.

Verona stared at her new friend in legitimate shock (having recently become a mythical creature, it seemed she had an unusual idea of what was shocking) “My god… I-I didn’t think you were going to eat all of it right now!”

“Well, I couldn’t let it spoil after all their-BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP-hard work, could I? And if I hadn’ t gotten on it right away, I may have forgotten about it altogether and let it spoil.”

“You have a potion that unchops chopped vegetables.”

“Well, true, but what if one of them came for a visit and asked me if I enjoyed it? What would I say? That’d be terribly awkward.”

“You said I was your first visitor in months, and that the villagers never visit you.”

“You never know! Speaking of, I really must find something to return the favour with…”

Verona was no help in this respect, still just glaring at her engorged hostess. But even without her help, Yvonne managed to think of the perfect idea.

Hoisting her body off the ground without effort (to Verona’s further amazement) and waddling to her cellar. Moments later, she returned with a case of Chernadell bottle, wrapped up in a bow…

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I didn't want to upload it this way, but thanks to DA's dumbtastic newish system, I wanted to save myself a lot of stress.

Let's call this a collab between myself and the ever badasstastic , who suggested I try writing something shorter involving some of my characters. This is of course, Yvonne, as shown in his awesomerrific illustration.

I think this is the first time I've written Yvonne, whether its an actual story or an RP, where the villagers have actually affected the plot in some way. There isn't much plot to speak of, exactly, this is basically a straight up Stuffing Story, but I figured it'd make a nice setup, since she is a friendly, bizarre creature whom those her castle overlooks fear greatly (not without good reason, mind you, but she certainly doesn't INTEND anything bad).

Verona I figured I'd add in just for fun. Strange things happen in Castle Glutmore, and I wanted to show a less... disturbing side of that. Initially I was going to have her transformed into a living lamp-person...but I figured that was kinda...creepy. Its easier to imagine she's enjoying this than being a lamp.

And the picture?
Well, I may be running out of ways to compliment Mr. Hawk's artwork, buuuut, I think it is very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very good.

What I like about this picture is that Les decided to focus on Yvonne gorging happily and messily, rather than go for the more obvious 'finished meal, big belly' shot that is so often used. He basically shows off everything you would want to see in the story, with one picture. If that isn't good Art, I don't know what is!
And Verona looks so cute to the side there. D'awwwww (Being an adult woman a few moments ago, this reaction would likely annoy her greatly).