Plump pear elf teaser

Hello! I'm wrapping up the plump pear and I'm just finishing up the other race alts and I really liked how the elf was coming out, so here is a teaser for one of the alts you can get in the game. Let me know your thoughts on it so far. Please note cellulite and stretch marks will be added in at a later point down the line.

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Recently you’ve been packing on the pounds to your elvish frame. Your once sculpted body has been buried under a fat double chin, a thick double belly and a big pillowy ass that jiggles with every not so elegant step. Most elves would at most be half your weight, but here you are, double the average and still growing. 

Your {} hair as of recently has been looking worse and worse. It’s starting to get a bit messy and oily. This is probably the result of you not taking care of it. Recently you just haven’t felt like taking care of it, after all, you’d much prefer to stuff yourself than brush or wash it.

Moving down to your face the first thing you notice is how piggish it's gotten. Your face was once sharp and refined: Now it's rounded, fat and piggish. Your cheeks have ballooned with fat, hiding your elegant bone structure underneath. Your lips have fattened, no longer the thin and delegate lips meant for singing hymns, instead all their good for now is holding in your mouth full of food and spitting out requests for more honey cakes between bites. Your jawline too has gotten flabbier, melting into your neck. You’re starting to look more like a lowly human subject than a refined elven queen. Byond just the layers of fat covering your beauty your skin too has started to reflect your gluttonous nature. Sweat, grease and oil has started to create a permeate shine on your {} skin, it's mostly concentrated on your brow.   

Going further down your eyes glaze over your neck, which has lost any details it once had, becoming layered in fat. Your shoulders are much in the same boat, with them too having fat layered on, hiding any details or signs of what little muscle you have. Following the curve of your soft shoulders don't you come to your upper arm. Your bicep has long ago been covered by fat, but your recent gains have caused something else to happen. Holding your arms out you watch as the fat sags down, your arms are starting to look more pillowy by the day, pretty soon they’ll be big enough to use as pillows. Your forearm is much the same with new layers of fat forming, hiding details of your form underneath. Your hands too have porked up, with you now having fat little fingers that look more like sausages than fingers of an elf. Your fat fingers would no longer be able to play a harp or lute with any dexterity or skill. Your hands and fingers are now only able to pleasure you with food and a crude touch that no elf, but you, would find any pleasure in.

Shifting your gaze to your center you see your small bosom, which really hasn’t grown much despite your weight gain. Your breasts are held comfortably in a purple bra that does its best to try to push them up and make them look as large as it possibly can, though it's not particularly good at its job. You can see that the straps of your bra dig into your soft flesh, it seems that you’re starting to out grow yet another bra. 

You bring a puddy hand up to your bra and give one of your megger breasts a squeeze; they’re very soft you conclude. Your cleavage isn’t very deep, though it's still deep enough to catch any stray crumbs that fall off your lips or that aren’t caught by your double chin. There is a part of you that wouldn’t mind having larger breasts, but another part of you doesn’t really want to have to deal with finding bigger bras or back pain.

Below your small breasts is your large double belly that constantly demands more food. The smaller of your two belly rolls supports your breasts, acting like a shelf for them to rest on, though they're not really large enough to need a shelf of that size. Your upper belly roll excels at collecting crumbs as it sticks out further than your boobs. Moving a plump hand to your belly roll you squeeze. 

You feel your warm fat ooze between your fingers as you squeeze. You give it a little shake, watching it, and the rest of you, jiggle slightly. As you watch your lardy form move, like the ripples on a pound, you can’t help but find an odd sort of pleasure in those feelings. You oddly enough find yourself longing to have your fat touched and squeezed and jiggled and slapped. You also feel a hunger, a hunger to get bigger; Fatter. You find enjoyment in the fact that you’ll be looked down upon, made fun of, embarrassed by others for letting your form be replaced with this uncouth, piggish form. Something about the idea of becoming a fat pig ignites a fire in your nethers and the idea of being made fun of or insulted about it makes that fire burn hotter.    

Running your hands down your belly they soon come to your lower belly, which is the larger of the two rolls. It wraps around from your hips and love handles to your front, where it hangs down over your plump fupa. The two rolls are separated by a little crease, with your belly button sitting dead center between your two bellies. Your lower belly roll partially rests on your wide hips as well as hanging down over your fupa and your thighs, reaching to your upper thigh while standing. 

You firmly grab your lower belly, your fingertips reaching under its overhang and touching your moist skin. You give it a good jiggle, which causes your upper belly, breasts, arms, thighs and, well, all of you to jiggle. Again you get that feeling of pleasure as you do this, perhaps being fat is really starting to grow on you, figuratively and literally. After a few moments your flesh settles down and you return to looking at your plump form. 

Deciding to have a look at what horrors might be under your belly you lift it up, which is fairly easy, but the sheer fact that you even have to lift it feels you with disgust. You really are a bit you think to yourself as you lift it. You feel the cool air touch the moist flesh of your under belly and upper thighs, all of your disgusting rolls seem to be constantly coated with sweat. Sandwiched between your thighs and belly is your fupa. A fupa is an unheard of feature on elven women and the sheer fact that you’ve gotten to the point that your own sex has gotten fat is just more proof that you are no longer a graceful, beautiful creature, instead you are now nothing but a pig. Your fupa is covered in a trim layer of hair. God, how could you have let it become this way? By elvish standards you are so disgusting you’re untouchable, let alone fuckable. It's bad enough your entrance is layered in fat, but to be covered by a forest, even if it is trim, makes you nothing more than a pig with the ability to speak. As you stare at your unacceptable entrance you can’t help but notice that it looks damp. Is this turning you on? Oh god, have you really fallen to such a low level that this is arousing you? Your fear only feeds your arousal. You feel shame and embarrassment, and it only makes you wetter. Pathetic pig.   

Below your fat gut, with it partly resting on them, are your hips. Your hips are wide and covered in a more than generous layer of fat with an extra layer of fat put on top just in case. You constantly find yourself grazing doorways or bumping into furniture with your massive hips. Recently you’ve been having issues finding seats that are wide enough to handle you, though you’ve also ran into issues with them supporting you too. 

Following the curve of your hips downwards you come to your thick thighs. Your fat thighs leave no gap between themselves, almost touching all the way down to your mid thigh. Your thighs are mostly fat, causing them to jiggle with every one of your heavy set-steps. Along with this constant jiggling with every step you also have noticed that you’ve started to waddle a little. If your thighs get too much fatter you probably won’t be able to walk properly and instead have to waddle everywhere you go.

Having viewed everything that can be viewed from this angle you decided to turn around and have a look at your back and fat ass. You do a slight shuffle as you turn around, causing your belly to jiggle with the motion. Now turned around you turn your neck as far as it’ll go to see your backside, you can’t help but notice the rolls that form on your neck when you turn it at this angel. 

The first thing you notice is how your bra cuts deep into the fat on your back, causing it to fold over the purple bra strap slightly. Moving your arms up slightly you can see just how deep it cuts into your fat on the sides. You have no idea how your bra even manages to fit on you, but moreover how your bra will fit on you in the next few days. You have a feeling that it probably won’t. 

Moving your gaze down your back you can see how your love handles wrap around to your back. They’re folds are the thickest on your sides but taper and blend into the rest of your back as they reach towards your spine. For now at least you don’t have to worry about your back folds showing through your dress, though with your appetite that is bound to change.

Moving your gaze down a little further you come to the nice big shelf that your massive ass forms. The first thing you notice is how your panties seem to be struggling to contain your massive rear. Your panties are firmly holding the line, causing them to press into the fat of your ass, creating an indent that's probably more than visible through a dress.

Reaching back you give your ass a nice firm slap. The first thing that surprised you is just how deep your hand sunk into the fat of your ass and the second thing was just how much it jiggled. You watched for a few seconds as the fat on your ass slowly settled down. You can imagine just how much it jiggles when you walk or when you go up stairs. It wouldn’t mind having a view of that. 

Turning back around, you give yourself one last look over. Over all you’ve really been packing on the pounds with no end in sight, and honestly that makes you happy. You have no doubts that you’ll probably continue to expand and you have no doubts that you’ll probably enjoy becoming a fatter pig.