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Two pieces of traditional lineart, coloring in PS7.5 (even though I have CS5 on my Mac) All told, probably 8 hours. Gave Stormy a look closer to how he is in game.

Summertree nodded, then followed Stormeye just as a bolt of lightening struck a nearby tree. The concussion of the strike knocked them both off their feet. Stormeye scrambled to get to his feet, then dragged Summertree to hers. They ran towards Camp Sungraze, but the storm was raging just as hard there.

Lorekeeper Raintotem waved his hands as he saw them. “Go on to Thunder Bluff, children. Baine has requested your presence. Wait out the storm there and then go see him.”

Stormeye nodded and threw a heavy oilcloth cloak over Summertree to try and keep her mostly dry, then led her across the plains towards the back lift to Thunder Bluff. “I have a special place that we can stay tonight,” she called over the din of the storm. “It’s small, but it’s dry and safe.”

“Lead on!”

She led him up through the back paths of Thunder Bluff to a small hut behind the great tent that housed the druids and seers. “I used to sneak away here when I was little and ate the sweets I pilfered.”

“Huh, little thief? Well, I see an armor rack so I can hang my wet mail up to dry. I wonder if—”

A set of dry breeches and a tunic appeared before him. Summertree handed them to Stormeye. “They might be a little big, but I think they’ll fit okay.”

“Where did ....”

“I have cousins, and I like to sew.”

“Thanks.”

She smiled softly. “It was my pleasure. Thanks again for waking me up from my trance. I didn’t even know I’d slipped into one.”

“You are a strange girl.”

She slid behind a curtain to change out of her own wet clothing. “I suppose I am,” she said softly. “Stormeye ... do you like me?”

“Huh?”

“Do you like me? Is my company not offensive to you?” she continued as she came around the curtain to see Stormeye sliding the tunic over his head. “Would you continue traveling with me?”

Stormeye regarded her without much expression. “Yeah, I guess. Why?”

“I’ve a favor to ask of you.”

Stormeye sighed softly. “What kind of favor?”

She looked down at her toes and traced a line in the dirt with one hoof. “Would you ... would you help me get fat?”

He looked at her with furrowed brows. “Would I help you ... what?” He couldn’t believe his ears. “You want me to do what?”

Summertree blushed softly. “Would you help me get fat? My ... my papa’s big and I want to see what it’s like.”

“Fat, huh? So how am I supposed to help you get fat?”

She sat on a rug on the floor and gazed up at him. “I have a hard time eating a lot at one time. I thought ... maybe you could feed me enough to stretch out my stomach a bit so it can hold more.”

Stormeye imagined forcing food into this young cow’s mouth and watching her belly bloat. It would be a good way to earn her trust. “Okay. I’ll help you get fat, Su...ure.” He had started to say her name, but keeping her name out of his vocabulary would keep her more at arms’ length. “Just how fat do you want me to get you?” He casually unsheathed his knife, slicing into a goldenbark apple he’d picked up from a vendor earlier. “Come on, girl. Spit it out.”

“I want to be ... um ... nearly immobile.”

He gasped and nearly dropped his knife. “Nearly immobile? What are you, nuts?”

“No, I’m not nuts. I just want to be so fat that it slows me down.”

Stormeye shook his head. “Nearly immobile ... All right. If you want to be a huge, fat blob of a girl, then I’ll make you one ... but I’ll feed you my way. Got it?”

“Okay.”

“What? No protests?”

She blinked at him. “No protests. I’ve asked for your help, Stormeye. You can use any means you want to get me really, really fat.”

The twinkle in his eye was anything but merry. “Any means I want?”

Summertree nodded, then looked down at her hands. “Any means you want. I won’t complain.”

Stormeye couldn’t believe his ears. This beautiful cow wanted him to make her get fat? Oh, what a delight! He’d get her immobile, use her immobility to get him close to where Baine resided and he’d assassinate the leader of the Bloodhoof and leave a sobbing, quivering, morbidly obese tauren in his wake. “Shake on it.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Shake on it,” he said, extending his hand. “I promise to get you so fat you can hardly walk and you promise to let me feed you my way, and we shake hands on it. That’s a contract.”

She held out her hand resolutely. “Shake on it, then.”

“All right. While we’re training, I’ll gather up food for your meals. Once I start this, I won’t let you quit until you’re nearly immobile. Are we clear on that?”

“Yes, Stormeye. I understand.”

Stormeye didn’t understand why she asked this of him, but who was he to argue? If she wanted to be so morbidly obese that she couldn’t hardly walk, that was her business. He moved to her and pressed her hand against her flat belly. “I’ll make you pack on weight, girl. I promise you that. I used to feed our hogs back in my village, and believe me, they were massive.”

“Good. That’s what I want to be, Stormeye.”

“You’re weird,” he said with a throaty chuckle.

“I have my reasons,” Summertree retorted. “A thousand and one good reasons.”

“I’m sure you do.”

Summertree gazed over at Stormeye, convinced that his dark aura had faded just a small amount. “When do you think you can start?”

“What? Getting you fat? We start tonight. I’m going to honor your request and get you so fat you can barely walk. The sooner I get you porked up, the happier you’ll be, right?”

Summertree nodded. “Yes. I really want to gain as much weight as I can as quickly as possible. I don’t care if my skin stretches and welts. I want to get fat and I want it now.”

Stormeye moved back to her side, lifting her tunic to show her lean abdomen. “As dark as your pelt is, they may not show, but are you going to be so happy when your belly stands out as far as I am, and hangs down over your thighs?”

She nodded. “Yes, and I’m going to be happier when it presses against you and hangs down over my shins.”

“Presses against me, huh? Fat chance, girl.”

She looked down and backed away. “Oh ... I see. Well, once I’ve reached my goal, we can part ways, since that will make you happy.”

“You’re not getting rid of me until I’m ready to go.”

She blinked at him. “But I thought ....”

“Don’t think. Your job is to eat everything I give you and nothing more. I don’t want you doing anything but healing me. As soon as you get your mount, you’re to ride everywhere, even if it’s only a short distance. I want you sedentary – no unnecessary burning off of what you eat. If you want to bloat into the fattest girl to ever waddle Thunder Bluff, then you do every last thing I say.”

Summertree nodded. “Of course.”

Stormeye put his hands on her arms and pulled her tightly to him, his lean, hard chest pressing against her. “Are you sure this is what you want, girl? There’s no backing out once I start. When I’m done with you, you’ll be a waddling, blubbery meat sack who can’t even see her own hooves over her great, pendulous gut. Are you certain?”

“Absolutely, one hundred percent, yes.”

His grin was unpleasant. “Expect no mercy from me. I’m going to keep you stuffed and miserable and feeling like the fat, bloated pig you know you are.”

Her eyes met his in defiance at his name calling. “I expect nothing less from you, Stormeye. We have a contract, after all.”

His red eyes narrowed. “Indeed, we do. Oh, and I’ll be taking what cash we make to pay for your food. If you’re going to be eating like a pregnant kodo, I need money to buy that food.”

“I have a little money already, so use what you need and buy what you can with what we earn.”

“Another thing. I don’t want you fighting at all. Just healing. You need to get used to being lazy, except when it comes to carrying around the ores I mine. You’ll have to build up your muscles if you want to carry a ton of blubber around.”

“Naturally,” she said softly. “Anything you say in regards to getting me heavy.”

Stormeye was pleased. She was demure and bidding and she would make his access to Baine so very, very easy. He thrust a sack at her. “Start by carrying this. I don’t have too much ore in there. We need to go see ... see Baine. The rain has stopped.”

She nearly stumbled under the weight of the ore, but squared herself and settled the weight over her shoulder. “All right, Stormeye, but please let me do something first?”

“All right.”

Summertree dropped the bag to the ground, then took half the ore from his bag and put it in her own, balancing the weight between the two sacks. She hauled the sacks up on her shoulders and gave him a nod. “Okay. I’m ready.”

Description
Two pieces of traditional lineart, coloring in PS7.5 (even though I have CS5 on my Mac) All told, probably 8 hours. Gave Stormy a look closer to how he is in game.

Summertree nodded, then followed Stormeye just as a bolt of lightening struck a nearby tree. The concussion of the strike knocked them both off their feet. Stormeye scrambled to get to his feet, then dragged Summertree to hers. They ran towards Camp Sungraze, but the storm was raging just as hard there.

Lorekeeper Raintotem waved his hands as he saw them. “Go on to Thunder Bluff, children. Baine has requested your presence. Wait out the storm there and then go see him.”

Stormeye nodded and threw a heavy oilcloth cloak over Summertree to try and keep her mostly dry, then led her across the plains towards the back lift to Thunder Bluff. “I have a special place that we can stay tonight,” she called over the din of the storm. “It’s small, but it’s dry and safe.”

“Lead on!”

She led him up through the back paths of Thunder Bluff to a small hut behind the great tent that housed the druids and seers. “I used to sneak away here when I was little and ate the sweets I pilfered.”

“Huh, little thief? Well, I see an armor rack so I can hang my wet mail up to dry. I wonder if—”

A set of dry breeches and a tunic appeared before him. Summertree handed them to Stormeye. “They might be a little big, but I think they’ll fit okay.”

“Where did ....”

“I have cousins, and I like to sew.”

“Thanks.”

She smiled softly. “It was my pleasure. Thanks again for waking me up from my trance. I didn’t even know I’d slipped into one.”

“You are a strange girl.”

She slid behind a curtain to change out of her own wet clothing. “I suppose I am,” she said softly. “Stormeye ... do you like me?”

“Huh?”

“Do you like me? Is my company not offensive to you?” she continued as she came around the curtain to see Stormeye sliding the tunic over his head. “Would you continue traveling with me?”

Stormeye regarded her without much expression. “Yeah, I guess. Why?”

“I’ve a favor to ask of you.”

Stormeye sighed softly. “What kind of favor?”

She looked down at her toes and traced a line in the dirt with one hoof. “Would you ... would you help me get fat?”

He looked at her with furrowed brows. “Would I help you ... what?” He couldn’t believe his ears. “You want me to do what?”

Summertree blushed softly. “Would you help me get fat? My ... my papa’s big and I want to see what it’s like.”

“Fat, huh? So how am I supposed to help you get fat?”

She sat on a rug on the floor and gazed up at him. “I have a hard time eating a lot at one time. I thought ... maybe you could feed me enough to stretch out my stomach a bit so it can hold more.”

Stormeye imagined forcing food into this young cow’s mouth and watching her belly bloat. It would be a good way to earn her trust. “Okay. I’ll help you get fat, Su...ure.” He had started to say her name, but keeping her name out of his vocabulary would keep her more at arms’ length. “Just how fat do you want me to get you?” He casually unsheathed his knife, slicing into a goldenbark apple he’d picked up from a vendor earlier. “Come on, girl. Spit it out.”

“I want to be ... um ... nearly immobile.”

He gasped and nearly dropped his knife. “Nearly immobile? What are you, nuts?”

“No, I’m not nuts. I just want to be so fat that it slows me down.”

Stormeye shook his head. “Nearly immobile ... All right. If you want to be a huge, fat blob of a girl, then I’ll make you one ... but I’ll feed you my way. Got it?”

“Okay.”

“What? No protests?”

She blinked at him. “No protests. I’ve asked for your help, Stormeye. You can use any means you want to get me really, really fat.”

The twinkle in his eye was anything but merry. “Any means I want?”

Summertree nodded, then looked down at her hands. “Any means you want. I won’t complain.”

Stormeye couldn’t believe his ears. This beautiful cow wanted him to make her get fat? Oh, what a delight! He’d get her immobile, use her immobility to get him close to where Baine resided and he’d assassinate the leader of the Bloodhoof and leave a sobbing, quivering, morbidly obese tauren in his wake. “Shake on it.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Shake on it,” he said, extending his hand. “I promise to get you so fat you can hardly walk and you promise to let me feed you my way, and we shake hands on it. That’s a contract.”

She held out her hand resolutely. “Shake on it, then.”

“All right. While we’re training, I’ll gather up food for your meals. Once I start this, I won’t let you quit until you’re nearly immobile. Are we clear on that?”

“Yes, Stormeye. I understand.”

Stormeye didn’t understand why she asked this of him, but who was he to argue? If she wanted to be so morbidly obese that she couldn’t hardly walk, that was her business. He moved to her and pressed her hand against her flat belly. “I’ll make you pack on weight, girl. I promise you that. I used to feed our hogs back in my village, and believe me, they were massive.”

“Good. That’s what I want to be, Stormeye.”

“You’re weird,” he said with a throaty chuckle.

“I have my reasons,” Summertree retorted. “A thousand and one good reasons.”

“I’m sure you do.”

Summertree gazed over at Stormeye, convinced that his dark aura had faded just a small amount. “When do you think you can start?”

“What? Getting you fat? We start tonight. I’m going to honor your request and get you so fat you can barely walk. The sooner I get you porked up, the happier you’ll be, right?”

Summertree nodded. “Yes. I really want to gain as much weight as I can as quickly as possible. I don’t care if my skin stretches and welts. I want to get fat and I want it now.”

Stormeye moved back to her side, lifting her tunic to show her lean abdomen. “As dark as your pelt is, they may not show, but are you going to be so happy when your belly stands out as far as I am, and hangs down over your thighs?”

She nodded. “Yes, and I’m going to be happier when it presses against you and hangs down over my shins.”

“Presses against me, huh? Fat chance, girl.”

She looked down and backed away. “Oh ... I see. Well, once I’ve reached my goal, we can part ways, since that will make you happy.”

“You’re not getting rid of me until I’m ready to go.”

She blinked at him. “But I thought ....”

“Don’t think. Your job is to eat everything I give you and nothing more. I don’t want you doing anything but healing me. As soon as you get your mount, you’re to ride everywhere, even if it’s only a short distance. I want you sedentary – no unnecessary burning off of what you eat. If you want to bloat into the fattest girl to ever waddle Thunder Bluff, then you do every last thing I say.”

Summertree nodded. “Of course.”

Stormeye put his hands on her arms and pulled her tightly to him, his lean, hard chest pressing against her. “Are you sure this is what you want, girl? There’s no backing out once I start. When I’m done with you, you’ll be a waddling, blubbery meat sack who can’t even see her own hooves over her great, pendulous gut. Are you certain?”

“Absolutely, one hundred percent, yes.”

His grin was unpleasant. “Expect no mercy from me. I’m going to keep you stuffed and miserable and feeling like the fat, bloated pig you know you are.”

Her eyes met his in defiance at his name calling. “I expect nothing less from you, Stormeye. We have a contract, after all.”

His red eyes narrowed. “Indeed, we do. Oh, and I’ll be taking what cash we make to pay for your food. If you’re going to be eating like a pregnant kodo, I need money to buy that food.”

“I have a little money already, so use what you need and buy what you can with what we earn.”

“Another thing. I don’t want you fighting at all. Just healing. You need to get used to being lazy, except when it comes to carrying around the ores I mine. You’ll have to build up your muscles if you want to carry a ton of blubber around.”

“Naturally,” she said softly. “Anything you say in regards to getting me heavy.”

Stormeye was pleased. She was demure and bidding and she would make his access to Baine so very, very easy. He thrust a sack at her. “Start by carrying this. I don’t have too much ore in there. We need to go see ... see Baine. The rain has stopped.”

She nearly stumbled under the weight of the ore, but squared herself and settled the weight over her shoulder. “All right, Stormeye, but please let me do something first?”

“All right.”

Summertree dropped the bag to the ground, then took half the ore from his bag and put it in her own, balancing the weight between the two sacks. She hauled the sacks up on her shoulders and gave him a nod. “Okay. I’m ready.”