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Nestor's Long Weight- Part 4
🕑 Added 2024-07-29 22:01:06 +0000 UTCNestor's leg is finally healed, but Nestor has finally accepted he may just need to wait on these things- after all, it's not like he was planning on doing a lot of walking in the future. Enjoy!
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His cast was finally off; but Nestor hardly noticed. The leader of the crafter dragons was glad to be rid of it, of course. It had been itching his scales like crazy, but any concern about how it would prohibit his movement or slow him down had become, much like a buttress against a simple load-bearing wall, irrelevant. Nestor didn't really do much movement these days, but he had found workarounds, like he always did.
His snowballing weight had only grown, and with how his appetite had grown, the extra pounds piled on not, as he had anticipated, arithmetically, but quadratically. Testing and indulging in all the recipes that came out of the Crafter World's bakeries, kitchens, and shops had become his main distraction, and where most of his energies had gone into. As a result, the dragon had ballooned into an enormous, gluttonous monster whose reams of fat were the consistency of dough; it was almost certain that frosting and over-sugared cappuccino was flowing through his veins. His gigantic, scaled landslide of a belly was now pooling on the floor, and billowed out in all directions. It rested atop blubbery, trunk-sized legs, matched by a rear so immense and bulbous, it was like a pair of overgrown melons.
His tunic was useless, plastered against the sides of a sprawling, pillowy chest, the neckline and amulet of office he wore smothered by his multiple chins, sleeves splitting at the seams from arms swaddled in lard, and the rest of his tunic stretched over the multiple thick folds of back fat, while his tool belt had to not only contend with the enormous circumference of his vast hips, but the flabby, blubbery mass of a tail that weighed the dragon down even more.
When Spyro had returned home, he had barely recognized Nestor; how could he, with his plate-sized cheeks and wobbling excess chins? But, the young adventurer had helped Nestor adjust to his new weight, the crafter leader doing what he did best; solving problems. The huge blob of a dragon had two choices before him: he could either work to lose weight, taking far too much time to work out and find an effective diet, or, he could use his creative abilities to refurbish the Crafter Dragons' Castle. He was inspired with all kinds of projects; expanding the kitchens and the great hall, smoothing out the stairs for easier access, and creating a new line of furniture that would be appropriate for a more, as he prepared to refer to his new girth, grandly proportioned dragons. He mulled it over with Spyro, introducing him to all his favorite recipes he had been testing— after enough snacking, both of them knew what the best choice would be.
Comments
TheFirstBeliever
He looks good loving his weight!
MuscleDragonWolf18
A very massive dragon, almost as fat as Gavin, and give enough time, all the crafter dragons will be dragging massive amounts of blubber around
