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Her body unable to handle a graceful waddle with her scaly, inhuman legs, Kram had been forced to a slow tromp as the bloated bag of flesh that her belly had become let out a loud bassy rumble that send her flesh wobbling. Perhaps deciding to take those meds were a mistake... Simply walking from one part of her apartment was starting to get difficult, but yet it felt so GOOD. It was hard to tell if the thought was her own, the pills had such an effect—was it really what she wanted?

Plopping her fat, scaly ass down across four different stools, the ankylosaurus with a perpetual frown felt her lips quirk up at the sight of the food decorating her countertop. Cake, meatless pizzas and veggie burgers—which were slathered in grease—all piled out for her to enjoy, Kram’s clawed digits sinking into the flesh of her hands as she greedily reached out for a slice to shove into her face. Lazily laying on the floor, her tail had been thickened as well, the club at the end no longer the largest or heaviest part of her fifth limb.

Those massive thunder lizard thighs squishing together against the stools and her doughy gut, Kram gave no care as she focused on stuffing her face. Maybe, just maybe... Her getting fatter would make more folks want to befriend her. To soften up the ankylosaur’s naturally tankish body to the point of being fluffy and soft like the cushions her ass so easily smothered now; it’d be perfect to other dinosaurs and the humans, it had to be.

That perfect, pudgy pile of prehistoric pal to love and snuggle...

Kram nearly smiled at the thought, scarfing down a cupcake and washing it down with a liter of soda. Yes, that sounded just right. She’d keep eating and eating until she couldn’t walk, until she could barely move... Then people would like her. They’d want to be her friends, pals with a blobby ankylosaur who could do them no harm—then EVERYONE would be happy.

No more mind games, my precious little bug. You know what you mean to me...but I’m so hungry...

I extend my tongue and completely envelope your frame, your taste...an involuntary shudder. An ecstatic moan.

I do this because I love you, dear. We’ll be together forever, now.

She comes to a planet, mostly pursuing monsters to battle, or perhaps in ancient times one of her duplicates came there, found nothing in particular to do, and went to sleep for a very long time. Monster Mama can really power nap the eons away.

But she awakens in the modern day, and there, exploring the world like a significantly more jiggly Godzilla, she encounters a little human.

Most of them run away from her, now. It doesn’t bother her, per se, but it is kind of boring, particularly when they leave her alone and she only has buildings to vent her sexual frustrations upon. But this one does not run away. She gets intrigued!

So she follows this human; she makes him food by combining the things melting within her gut to transform meat, trees and stone into edible products, for her little friend to enjoy. Perhaps some of her power gets into him, that way. But he still does not run from her, but lets her pull him into her lap, to lay against her heavy belly.

Her skin is slick, even wet. It’s not quite slimy, but it is very wet. It feels... nice. Even sexy. He looks up and cannot see her face, just her massive breasts seeming to span across the horizon. She’s so big.

And so lovely and kind.

Months pass and he teaches her how to speak the language of the here and the now. She masters it, as she has mastered many other languages, but she speaks oddly, charmingly, like a bizarre mixture of Maori and Russian and Yiddish accents blurring together. They both feel a sweet tension in the air, between them, like a note plucked and readied to play but lingering on, for a long long time.

Tia is not good at containing her impulses, or her growing desire for him. So, in the midst of one lesson, she raises a great flipper-like finger to his mouth to silence him, and lowers her mouth to his face, and takes his whole head in with a massive kiss, her tongue sliding warmly against his face as her body vents its aroused heat, and then down her tongue slides into his mouth, down his throat, tasting all of him.

He kisses her back, and submits to her love, embracing her as well as he can. She kisses him hard, passionately, for such a long time, before she slides herself back and destroys his clothing with a single touch and application of her power, and moves him between her legs.

She keeps him there for days, and goes about her own day with a mounting pleasure and happiness as she pleases him, within her body, filling him with senseless adoration and delight. When she releases him, he doesn’t want to let go of her. He needs to hold her hand, or sleep next to her, or just be touching her skin at all times.

So she keeps him nearby, always. And he loves her as enthusiastically as he can. And then, as time goes by, her power has flooded deep into him, and he begins to change. His lips, pressing so firmly against every inch of her perfect body, begin to swell to monstrously plump extremes, and she paints them a cute shade of lipstick.

His hair blossoms, swelling up and outwards, and she so loves to brush it, running her teeth through it.

His body grows slim, and his hips swell massively, growing over six feet wide. His thighs grow just as wide, sliding so ideally between her own massive legs, and when next they make love, she floods her power into him so that his dick becomes several feet long, and thick, all the better to please her far larger body. She has done this in the past, but when they done, they don’t get any smaller.

They grow more enthusiastic still; he loves her, from every orifice, sinking deep into her backside and grinding ever more passionately between her big black cheeks until he vanishes between them, or he squirms and moans in sweet surrender when her mouth descends upon the entirety of his body below the waist. He lives off her milk, so freely given, flush with her power and giving him the strength to actually lift her upwards, and love her more directly still.

His mind is different, now. It’s easier to not have to think. Complex thoughts are harder to devise, and its easier for Momma Tia to do all the thinking for him. She’s so patient with him; she calmly waits as he stutters and mumbles his way through conversations, words slipping right from his grasp, and when he finally settles for single-syllable words, she kisses his cheek so deeply he cannot help but not the ferocity of her love. She’s so gentle and kind, even when she inserts her monstrously huge love-tendrils into his backside, she is very slow and patient and waits for him to lovingly squirm against the heavinesss within his body before she proceeds, though he knows she wants him so badly she could just destroy him.

Now, she holds her hand out for him. He eagerly reaches for it; his eyes are wide and innocent, his lips are massive and thick. His hips are broader than he is tall, his butt even more massive than that, and his dick and testicles so enormously big that he may need some help to just walk normally. It’s hard for him to articulate why, though, and when he sees people staring or saying things to him, he just giggles and waves at them.

((These are very large Megidos and one very small dumbass so excuse the rather wild conjecturing))

Aradiabot - Sollux often sends her code packets to install claiming they’re the latest in ~ATH upgrades. They are always extremely shitty memes instead. He only started sending actual upgrades when she started deleting them all on principle.

Booty Ghost: Aradia will occasionally replace the voices of the dying and soon-to-be-dead as a means of contact/harassment. What she doesn’t know is sometimes the connection doesn’t sever properly and he’ll get some of her errant private thoughts after.

La Muerte: I don’t think the two have actually interacted at all, but that may be because Sollux has incredible trouble with actually dying properly. Maybe he’s seen a glimpse or two on his many brief dips into the afterlife and back.

1. Books or Movies? To be honest, while i adore a lot of the visual aesthetics and inspirations of the films (taking Rohirrim’s Land Vikings to the logical extreme, Gondor’s Byzantium vibes), I have to say the books. It’s the original source material, its the books that defined the modern fantasy genre, and there is so much subtext and atmosphere that can’t be captured any adaptation so far!

2. Which character do you connect with the most? tbh I kind of really dig Gandalf’s vibe, from the little we know of him on a personal level. And while the hobbits are the most relatable characters, and I really GET frodo’s whole slow descent, i have to say it’s a toss up between Gimli and Treebeard. Gimli because he’s very relatable to me in a way i can’t quite articulate, and Treebeard’s sad note about his people’s inevitable decline and his benevolence in spite of how the world has largely forgotten him is very emotional to me.

10. Who is your OTP? Hard to say! I’m fond of Arwen/Aragorn for obvious reasons, but honestly, if there’s a ship, i probably dig it! pretty fond of a lot of brotps; among them, Eowyn and Merry, and Boromir and the collective hobbit people.

12. What unpopular opinons do you have about the movies? Honestly, Gimli gets played TOO much for laughs in the movies; he’s a fairly poetic warrior straight out of the norse Poetic Eddas and he consistently speaks in the most lyrical ways, so him being a comic relief bumbler feels a little like a disservice to him. (Granted, I still love movie Gimli, but where’s his loving speeches about the careful cultivations of a mine, eh???)

21. What is your favorite line from the movies? I have to say... Gandalf’s speech to Frodo when they discuss Bilbo’s choice to spare him. “Pity? It was pity that stopped his head. There are many, I daresay, that deserve life, and many living that deserve death. Can you give it to them? Then do not be so hasty to give judgement. For even Gollum, I think, has a part to play in all this.” (Sorry for paraphrasing!)

22. What is your favorite line from the books? While it got adapted into the movies, in a fashion, I’m very fond of Sam’s musing upon a fallen Haradrim warrior: “He was glad that he could not see the dead face. He wondered what the man's name was and where he came from; and if he was really evil of heart, or what lies or threats had led him on the long march from his home; and if he would rather have stayed there in peace.”

24. I have, certainly! I’m unsure how the earlier animated Hobbit movie factors into this (though i have a fairly clear memory of it as a kid, and the visual designs of the hobbits influenced me for a long time since), but then there’s the animated Lord of the Rings movie, by Ralph Bakshi. Hoo BOY you definitely know all about that one! Pros, the animation is genuinely experimental and intriguingly weird at times, the regular character animation is fantastic and i really love Aragorn’s grimy, ‘Kay from Sword in The Stone but brunette’ look. Cons: The animation is also experimental. Sometimes, it looks really weird. I MEAN THE BALROG. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT, I TELL YOU, aND WHATS GOING ON WITH THE ORCS. And poor Sam gets hit HARD With the comic bumbler button; that said, i think i would have liked to see how they handled the 3rd movie, and this movie DOES cover some things that didn’t make it into the Jackson films, such as Sauruman’s coat of many colors.

25. How has LOTR changed your life? It remains one of the most influential stories in my life, though I didn’t read it until the mvies came out; as a younger child, i found the tone of the book too difficult to readily grasp, and it wasn’t until later that I was able to do it, but it was a good thing i did; to this day, Tolkien’s writings remain a touchstone in my life, especially in terms of how people try to imitate him without considering the context of his writing, and his sub-text about the corrupting influence of power and the value in struggling against evil, even if it is hopeless, remains a big aspect of my ideas of heroic fantasy.

29. Most attractive character? Gandalf, obviously, that beard was crafted by the Valar themselves! Okay but I think Galadriel is probably my fav, both in terms of personal headcanons (i imagine her as being tall and perfectly capable of ripping foes in half), and canon implications that she is the fairest of all, sort of like an inverse fairy tale queen; she has the evil sorceress queen vibe, but is pure good.

43. “EXCUSE ME, WHO STOLE YOUR TASTE.” And then i prepare a lecture, with bullet points of interest, on the relevance lord of the rings has to the fiction genre as a whole, the symbolic elements of his work, the fact that the man made up several languages and did this story specifically to use them somewhere, the events of his life that likely influenced him and the course of story elements like Eowyn’s disgust at winning glory at the expense of her family’s lives... if they’re not bored to sleep, they will be part of the fandom. I SHALL SEE TO IT.

46. Have you seen the musical, or listened to it’s soundtrack? THERE’S A MUSICAL?! I NEED TO FIND THIS SOUNDTRACK PRONTO

49. Should more of Tolkien’s songs have been included in the movies? ABsolutely! You may assume that the songs/poems are too clunky or long-winded to be produced as good music, but from what I understand, Tolkien created them to be meant to be recited to music, in the style of the poetic tradition he was drawing from: there is a very good youtube channel called Clamavi De Profundis that does EXCELLT covers of Tolkien’s songs, that are often hauntingly beautiful to hear, and I highly recommend them. Here’s one of my personal favorites: