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Patreon Reward: Lillia's Gourmet Dreams
🕑 Added 2024-12-23 22:29:11 +0000 UTCHere's a reward story featuring LoL's fawntaur Lillia becoming a near-immobile slob!
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“This must be where all those dreams were emanating from!” Lillia peeked through the trees surrounding the temple grounds, finding a number of colorful kiosks set up around the main structure. Savory foods of all kinds were being prepared, leaving a rich, appetizing scent in the air. For days, the bashful fey fawn had been finding stray dreams drifting through Ionia’s forests, all centered around delicious meals. “But how should I help them?” Lillia wondered, fretfully approaching one of the stands.
A quite overweight woman with straight black hair and a warm, round face stared in awe at the approaching fawn. “A forest spirit!” she gasped, surprised by Lillia’s deer-taur appearance.
“Eep! Please don’t yell, or shout for anyone else to come see!” Lillia sputtered, clutching her woodland censer-staff in both hands. “I was called here by your dreams...”
The woman went wide-eyed. “My dreams? I’ve always wanted to become the best chef in Ionia, so I thought running a festival here in celebration of Ionia’s guardian spirits would be good practice.”
“Then...I’d like to help! It’s the only way I can heal the Dreaming Tree!” she explained.
“Do you know how to cook?” the woman asked. “I’m Aya, by the way.”
“N-no...” Lillia answered dejectedly.
Aya thought for a second, then smiled broadly. “But you must know how to eat! If a spirit of the forest loves my cooking, I must be on the right track!”
“Oh, like a taste-tester?” Lillia asked. “I haven’t tried human food much, but I-I could do that!”
“Then here! Try this stew!” Aya filled a massive bowl with a piping hot, hearty soup and slid it gently across the stand’s counter to her guest.
Lillia gave it a few quick sniffs, lifted the bowl to her face, and gently stuck her tongue into it. “Oh!” she gasped. “This is...this is wonderful!” She began tipping the bowl against her lips, gently drinking back the meat and fish-laden broth. The fawn kept guzzling and chewing, relaxing from the texture and savory taste. Her human belly distended outward slightly as she ate past her fill, not stopping until the bowl was empty. “Mmm...you’re already an amazing cook!” Lillia’s ears and busy tail twitched as her face twisted into a momentary grimace of discomfort. “-HOURPH!-” she belched, the flower adorning her hair blooming with a luminous glow. “Eep! Oh! Pardon me!” the fawn gasped.
“There’s plenty more where that came from!” Aya assured, producing freshly prepared raw fish as well as a heaping rice bowl for her new taste tester. “Eat up!”
Lillia gawked at the food, reluctance, then neediness passing over her pretty. “M-more? Well...if it helps you!” A gurgle left her distended belly as she began to enthusiastically shovel back the divine-tasting food. Her belly swelled out further as she ate until a distended gut poked out from her hip line. “Ouuugh...” Lillia’s ears fluttered as she unleashed another belch, a simultaneous -Frrrt!- of gas spraying out from beneath her tail. “Oh! Was that me?!” Lillia looked behind herself, blushing fiercely.
“I’ve got hundreds of recipes I need to perfect; I need tips for all of them!” Aya said. “Up to try?”
Lillia hiccup-belched. “If this helps you realize your dream, I can try!” she promised, clutching her distended belly dome.
The taste-testing went on for months. Lillia found herself visiting the secluded forest temple for longer and longer stretches, eating past her capacity each and every time. She found she could eat a little bit more every day, allowing her to get through more recipes than she could previously. The constant consumption of hearty human food quickly made itself known on her body.
“Ready for breakfast, Lillia?” Aya asked, smiling at the fawn as she waddled laboriously over to the stand.
“C-coming -huff- as fast as I can -gasp-...” Her slender deer’s legs had thickened considerably into flabby pillars, absence of underlying muscle sending them into a strained tremble. Between them, a distended, hanging balloon of jiggling fat brushed the grass, her brown furred, cervine belly huge enough to force Lillia’s out of shape legs to widen their stance. Her perky fawn’s rump had become two globular, doughy cheeks that each well eclipsed Lillia’s shoulder span, quaking heavily with each uncertain, strained movement of her hooves on the grass. Her humanoid belly had become a waterfall of sweaty teardrop-shaped blubber, hanging loosely down to her ankles and folding in on itself into a pair of rolls.
“-HURRRPH!-” -FRRRRRT!- Pungent, animal-smelling gasses erupted from both ends of the fawn’s body, adding to the thick bodily musk that hung off her figure. The cloying smell of a thicket of flowers tinged the pungent body odor, adding to its complex potency. Lillia’s visage had grown rounded and significantly double chinned, her cheeks jiggling with the slightest movement. Below, her chest bulged against her barely-expanded leaf breastplate, revealing most of two doughy bags of fair skinned flesh that looked just as tired and hefty as her belly. Her arm clasps stretched and tore, their growth unable to keep up with rapid thickening of her limbs into bulbous stocks of loose fat.
“You’re looking healthy this morning!” Aya noted, putting her hands on her hips and admiring what her cooking had done to the forest spirit in just half a year. “Today’s going to be a feast! All of my favorite recipes one after the other! Then, I’ll be ready to head back to the city and ply my trade, I think!”
“That’s...-URRPH!- wonderful -huff-...you’re going -wheeze- to realize your dream!” A thunderous, extended -PHRRAAAAAP!- Exploded from her massively doughy hindquarters, creating visible, rippling distortions in the air. “Pardon me...” Lillia muttered sheepishly, putting her hands to her face.
“Hope you came hungry today, because we’ve got a 16-course spread all ready!” the woman promised.
A line of drool dripped from Lillia’s plump lips and landed atop the downward listing blobs of her breasts. “I’m...a little peckish!” she answered, both of her stomachs letting out a deafening growl as she got ready to dig in.
