Fanfiction Fridays: The Fattening Of Jester Lavorre

This Friday, my pretties, we journey to the fantastical realm of Wildemount, in this story based around characters from Critical Role's The Mighty Nein. Get ahead of the upcoming Amazon Prime Video animated series by sampling one of the more popular character pairings, and the most popular target of weight gain fics from this D&D liveplay show.

This was one of the very first paid stories I ever wrote, and being the huge D&D nerd that I was, I was overjoyed to get the opportunity. I like Critical Role but the second campaign is my absolute favorite.

This story contains the following kinks:

• Weight Gain

• Stuffing

• Feeding

• Lesbian Romance

• Magically Assisted Feeding/Rapid Weight Gain

• Immobility

Download the story below, and enjoy this sample.

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The sun was rising over Trostenwald, and already Beauregard Lionett was regretting her decisions. The agonizingly bright light streamed through her room’s windows. Right into my fucking eyes! She thought, Gaah! Why can’t magic cure hangovers?

The Mighty Nein was travelling north through Western Wynandir towards Nott’s home village of Felderwin. Beau found the journey to be dull. Wagon rides, farmland, and the ever-present smell of cows and pigs didn’t do much to win the human monk over. The stopover in Trostenwald was a pleasant change of pace.

But now she wished she hadn’t challenged Fjord and Nott to a drinking contest. Her head pounded. The sunlight was like knives in her brain.

“Beau. Get up” came Jester Lavorre’s chipper accented voice, “Wakey wakey. Do you know what today is?” she asked. The blue-skinned tiefling girl had shared the room with her. She was already dressed. She grinned down at Beau, still in bed.

“Nuh- national…Dwendalian…sleeping in day?” she groaned, covering her eyes with the bedsheets.

Jester giggled. The sound always gave Beau life, though she’d never admit it to Jester. “No, Beau. It’s Strübelfest! A whole day celebrating Trostenwald’s bakeries and sweets!” Beau could practically hear Jester salivating. She groaned and rolled over.

“And last night you promised you’d take me and treat me~” Jester beamed, tugging at the sheets.

Beau sighed. “Jester, that can’t be a real holiday” she replied.

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“Holy shit it’s a real holiday” she said flatly.

Beau was incredulous as she and Jester walked through the streets of the town; the air rich with the smell of buttery pastry and fresh whipped cream. Every shoppe and every food stall in the market square was selling some kind of sweet baked good. Cinnamon rolls, strudels, sweet rolls, cookies, Trostenwald’s famous dampfnudel. It was more sweets than Beau had ever seen in one place.

She cringed a little, thinking of all the sugar. She looked over to her blue companion, who was absolutely in awe of it all. As they walked, Beau was struck by the differences between her and Jester: She was the peak of physical fitness; her thin frame layered with lean muscle, brought on from years of daily exercise and training. Her flexibility and agility was second to none.

Beau looked at Jester, and wondered if the girl had a single muscle on her body. She was shorter than Beau, but much thicker. She tended to wear flowing dresses, sometimes cinched with a corset that only managed to distribute Jester’s pudge up to her breasts or down to her hips. While she wasn’t obese, Beau definitely thought of Jester as plump. The roundness of her cute face could be described no other way. 

The two women paraded through the square, moving from one vendor to the next so Jester could sample everything on offer. A bite here, a mouthful there, the tiefling seemed to have a bottomless stomach for sweet things.

Beau watched her coin purse shrink as Jester’s belly grew. The seams of her green dress looked snugger than usual.

Beau’s face grew red as she noticed. She can really pack it away, she thought. She watched Jester lick whipped cream off her lips cutely. “Y’know, you keep stuffing your face like this,” she said to her, “You’re gonna get fatter”

Jester turned back to Beau, mouth full of strudel. She pouted and stuck out her tongue. “So what if I get fat? I don’t mind” she said nonchalantly. Her playful tone always got to Beau, getting under her skin.

“I didn’t say fat, Jes” Beau sprung forward and reached around Jester, grabbing at her belly. “I said fatter! You’re already fat” she teased. Beau groped at Jester’s belly, feeling the girl’s softness through the thin fabric of her dress. “D-damn. I was joking, but you really are getting plump!”

Jester squeaked as the human woman touched her. She turned a deeper shade of blue, gasping a bit as she felt up. “B-Beau, stop! You almost made me drop my strudel” she said.

Beau laughed, “Like you need any more. How many have you gobbled up so far? I think it’s starting to take its toll on your ass. You’re getting a strudel butt” she teased, “What’ll Caleb think?”

Jester blushed, pouting. “There’s no such thing as a ‘strudel butt’,” she replied, wriggling free of Beau’s fondling, “And if there was, I think it’d look good on me. Caleb doesn’t seem to notice, neither does Fjord. In fact…” Jester stuffed the last of her dessert in her mouth, then pointed accusingly at Beau, “...you’re the one who seems fixated on my butt!”

Beau’s face screwed up, “Uh…” she swallowed, “Nuh-uh” was all she could manage. I’m not fixated- she thought, embarrassed, she’s just…distractingly plump.

“Yuh-huh!” Beau giggled, “You can’t seem to keep your eyes off me” she said with satisfaction, reaching for a nearby offering of brownies. “I’ve had my eye on you this whole journey, and you can’t seem to stop staring. Are you jealous of my plentiful curves?” she teased, doing a twirl. It caused her dress to swirl and billow out, exposing Jester’s thick blue thighs.

As if to prove Jester’s point, Beau starred.

“Admit it Beau,” Jester smiled smugly at her companion, “You like me fat. You’re a fatty fat lover” she smirked.

“That’s such a stupid fucking way of putting it Jester” Beau rubbed her face. Her hangover hadn’t improved as they wandered through the square, and her patience was running thin. She sighed, relenting. “Ugh, f-fine” she bit her lip, eyes drifting up towards Jester, “I do…maybe, kinda…think you look better like this” she mumbled.

Jester paused, cupping a hand to her ear playfully. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you”

“I said I prefer you fatter!” Beau shouted. Loud enough for the whole street to hear. Townspeople stopped and stared for a moment. Beau looked mortified, the colour draining from her face. Jester grinned like a demon.

“Oh really?” she purred, “Well then, you won’t mind treating me to the new cafe’s dessert special. Yasha said it looked like a whole mountain of pastry and ice cream” she grinned, offering her hand to Beau. “C’mon, let’s go. Try not to stare at my ass too much on the way there” she teased.

Beau blushed, taking her hand. “By the gods- Alright, let’s go” she sighed. I already feel like I’m gonna regret this, she thought.