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Done as a gift for the amazing 
volkenfox after he did some excellent comms for me.
Zhara is his DnD character and upon seeing her I was in love and had to write something with her.
If you also enjoy her, please check out Volk's pictures that he's done for her here:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/36970249/
and here:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/36970398/
Zhara grunted and ran her fingers through her bushy chops. Having awoken to the chill of the morning, she’d rekindled the fire to boil some tea and sat under her tent to dress herself and listen to the chirping birds. The clearing was a peaceful spot, just outside of town in a grove of oak trees. Leaf litter covered the floor in shades of brown, cleared about her fire where the pale bones of the wild Mouflon she’d roasted the night previously lay. A little chilly, but more than quiet enough for her needs. The large bugbear unwrapped herself from her woollen blanket and sat naked. Her massive, melon sized breasts swayed before her, the huge mammeries as big as cow’s udders though not coated in the insulating fur like the rest of her body, but bare skin coloured a slate grey. Her squishy pot stomach was a similar colour, while her body was a deep chestnut with her fur.
The druid hummed a bard’s tune to herself as she took up her shorts and slipped her massive feet through the legs, the beads that hung on tassels jiggling as she did so. The blue fabric felt more than a little tight and she pulled them up her horse-like thighs and hitched them up a backside that felt bigger than she remembered. She hadn’t put on weight, hadn’t she? Her hairless fingers prodded at the softness of her pot belly. Didn’t seem to be any bigger. Maybe her clothes had shrunk through the various village laundries that she’d stopped off at. They tended to overboil or use some pretty rough soaps. That had to be it.
Fidgeting with her waistband, she turned to her back and fumbled for her jerkin. More of a bra that had been eroded out of a jerkin, but with her fur, she didn’t need to care much for clothing to stay warm. The same blue fabric, inlaid with some worn gold detailing and braid. She pulled it over her mass of dreadlocks and popped her head through before starting to tug down.
The clothing got partly way down the bugbear’s massive bosom before stopping fast. Zhara grunted and tugged again, but found it wouldn’t budge. It dug into her back too, making her backchub piled up against it’s hem.
So her top wouldn’t go on…. Had she… put on weight? It couldn’t be. Sure, she had a big appetite but that came with her life on the hoof, constantly hiking and walking everywhere. Of course, she had a little bit of chub, but that was never enough to stop clothes? Her hands moved down to grip at her stomach, feeling the chub between her fingers and squishing at the softness. It did fill her hands a little more… maybe it was time to get a new tunic? Something nice.
A few more tries with the top proved that it stoutly refused to give her some decency, so she stuffed it into her pack and dug out a heavy travelling cloak. The green material, when wrapped about her shoulders and torso like a poncho, did well to cover her breasts and stomach. Not ideal but would do until she could get into town.
With a grunt she hauled herself onto her feet and poured out a cup of tea from her battered kettle before starting to collapse her camp. It was done swiftly enough, having plenty of practise from her decade of adventuring. All was soon packed up and she shouldered the back, draining her cup and putting out the fire before carrying on.
Despite her cloak, she could still feel the chill on her nipples as she walked through the woods. It was autumn and winter was only a few months off. Bird’s still flew in the trees while boar and goats shuffled about in the leaf litter. With an hours walking she made it to the road, lined with some simple stone cairns and shrines and made the walk down the wooded road. Bandits was not something she was particularly worried about, given her size, stature, druidic skills and the fact she had her weapon in case anyone did try anything. A gold bejewelled pendant that hung from her neck that she would spin about like a slingshot. Only instead of a stone being launched, a bolt of lightning energy would shoot out at her target. Her sheer size and build was more than enough to warrant her needing to use it. Occasionally she would let her druid powers wander, to feel the animals in the woods about her. Deer that watched from behind trees, badgers in their dens under her feet, packs of wild dholes that avoided her scent. Feeling their essences and seething through their eyes as a test of her skills.
Soon the trees fell away show smallholding farms, which in turn became town houses. Zhara headed along the main road, passing by the various townsfolk as they went about their day. She drew a lot of stares, but it didn’t bother her. She was used to it. Standing a whole seven feet tall with powerful arms and biceps like solid rock, she always struck an imposing figure. Her hair was like a mass of thick black ropes hanging down her back- held in check at the front by a blue headband, a few braids still draping past her bat like ears to the front. She had been told that in some ways, her bugbear features resembled a bat, from others, she was told she resembled an ape most of all. Someone told her that her nose made her look a little like a bear. If anything, she personally reckoned she was a little in between the first two, her curling tusks helping to set her apart.
She had visited this town a few times before and saw that a stall was nearby. Her stomach felt a little empty so she stopped off at it. The comparatively diminutive rat grinned as he saw the massive bugbear stride over to him.
“Nice to see you Zhara!” he said as she selected a roughly baked pastry stuffed with salted and seasoned pork. “It’s been a while”
“Was in the area” she explained, grinning to show off her sharp teeth. “Figured I should swing by to get some more supplies and see how it’s going”
“I heard about you vanquishing that hill troll” the rat nodded as she counted out some coins and bent over to pass them down to him. “And the gryphon. You’ve been up to a lot”
“Such is the adventuring way” she chuckled, lifting up the meaty treat and giving it a sniff. She felt so hungry all of a sudden. Maybe just one wouldn’t be enough? It did smell so good after all.
“Well you’re looking, healthy indeed” the rat said sheepishly, his gaze slipping for a moment to look at her gut. Zhara narrowed her eyes as her stomach gave a growl and swiped up a second pastry and tossing the coins. “I’ll be going” she muttered.
Turning away she headed off, munching on the pork treat to fill her stomach and savouring the taste of the salted meat and seasoning. Good thing she had gotten two of them. One definitely wouldn’t have been enough. Tipping her head in hello to some of the town watch she headed to one of the shopfronts on the cobbled highstreet and pushed inside, having to tip her head to get in through the doorway.
Inside was a modest emporium. Mostly bare aside from a wooden counter, behind which sat an array of tanned sheets of leather, wool and linen. Tunics and shirts in simple and more elaborate designs were hung about for buyers to examine, in a variety of sizes designed from various species from goblins to oxen. Zhara paused in front of a large woollen overcoat with a fleece collar and cuffs, chuckling at the thought of requiring such a garment, when she heard the sounds of footsteps coming from the accommodation upstairs.
Down the steps came a short figure in a spun woollen dress and a pinafore of wild beaver pelt. A porcupine with a quiff of sharp spines emerging out of the back of her head, akin to Zhara’s own dreadlocks. Her face broke into a smile as she called out. “Zhara! It’s been too long!”
“It has, Edith” the bugbear chuckled. “Though I’m in need of your services”
“You are?” the seamstress came out from behind the counter, cocking her head to one side. “What for?”
A sheepish expression came over Zhara as she unwrapped the blanket. As the fabric dropped, the diminutive porcupine’s eyes went wide as the pair of large furry breasts were flashed in her face.
“Nothing fits” Zhara admitted as she crouched down to let Edith approach her. “I couldn’t get my top on while I was camped just out of town”
The older woman clucked like a chicken as she moved forwards before pressing the flat of her furry hand against the bugbear’s gut. “You’ve gotten fat dear” she said, matter-of-factly. “That’s why. You’re bosom!” her hands moved upwards and Zhara winced as she felt her sagging busty breasts be touched and squeezed by the seamstress. “It’s grown! So much bigger than when I last saw you!”
“I’m not that fat” Zhara countered, reaching down to feel at her stomach. “It’s just a little pudge”
“You’re not a pig, but you’re not the same spring chicken than when I last saw you” she reached inside her apron for some measuring string as she shook her head like a scolding mother.
“But I’m active! I hike and march with my band when we’re adventuring. I don’t sit about all the time” she tried to protest as Edith brought her a stool to sit upon.
“But what are you eating?”
“Well, I caught and roasted a Mouflon last night. Ate that and had two pastries this morning”
Edith raised an eyebrow as she wrapped the string about Zhara’s middle. The chub gave the impression of an early to mid term pregnancy, with the string sinking into the greyish flesh as she pulled it taunt. It had the consistency of dough to the touch, jiggling slightly as she manipulated it with her fingers. “A Mouflon is no small meal, dear. And what else before that?”
“Two rabbits the day before. Went without dinner the day before that….. Two bowls of cabbage ‘n marrow soup and a loaf of bread at the tavern after I had cheese and bread for lunch. A partridge pie for dinner the day before that…. Okay maybe with some fried rabbit too” she cringed as she went through the backlog of tasty meals.
“Even for a lady of your stature, those are hefty meals indeed” Edith tutted, walking around to observe the love handles that were forming on her sides. “I’d say that your lifestyle is what’s helping you stay fit and your muscles staying good, but the eating is what is putting the weight onto your belly”
“Not my fault if this region has all the good cooks. I was on the western river and there was the best plate of blood sausage and eggs I’ve ever had. Thank the gods I had enough for thirds”
“That’s one mystery solved” Edith shook her head before grabbing a stool and climbing up onto it in order to measure Zhara’s spine. “Gods girl, you’re putting away meals for whole families. No wonder you’re bosom are looking like cow udders”
“My mother had a large bust” she muttered “It runs in the family”
“I’m sure there’s some bugbear sized reasons for her bust size being what it is, you’ve just got food to blame” she suddenly reached about and her slightly chilly fingers cupped at Zhara’s breasts, making her yelp slightly at the touch. “Then again, I hear a nice thick lady is just what the lads want these days”
“I’m really not to bothered about what they want” Zhara huffed as the porcupine hopped down off the stool and headed back behind the counter. “I’ve got my gang and plenty of adventuring to do that takes up my time”
“Whatever you say dear” the seamstresses nodded before peering at a few sheets of parchment. “I have some clothes in your size range that I could tailor a little to fit better. Unless you’d prefer something wholly tailor made?”
“Ill take a look at the fabrics if that’s okay”
“It’s a big… snug?” Zhara muttered, running her hands over her paunch.
“Well, It might be a little tight across your shoulders but I think that’s probably down to your arm muscles” Edith said cheerily. She carried one of her quills that she’d adapted into a needle, prodding at the seams of Zhara’s new tunic.
“I meant in other areas” she replied. “It’s a good colour though”
The tunic was a sky blue design of tightly woven wool, feeling soft on the bare skin of her torso. Devoid of sleeves to allow her muscular arms to move freely and with the addition of a more plunging neckline to suit her own personal style. The colour reminded her of her older outfit, reassuringly so, while some strips of worked leather provided some added decoration to her shoulders and waist. It was however, like she said, rather form fitting. Her belly visibly popped forwards, a single tubby mass of fat that flopped out over her hips, through the fabric. While it did nothing to hide her generously sized behind either.
“It’ll do me well” she grinned, digging in her coin purse for the required amount for such a purchase. “Nice of you to get it together for me”
“No worries dear” the older rodent said cheerily, taking the money and patting her on the hand. “It’s lovely to see you again dear and I hope you pass through here sometime soon. I’d recommend you try and curb that appetite of yours a little but if you don’t I’m always here in case you need to move a few sizes up”
“Oh Edith” the tusked woman snorted. “That’s not going to be necessary. But it was lovely to see you”
With a single fluid motion the large bugbear grabbed her pack and shouldered it, pushing out through the shop’s door with a wave before standing in the street outside. She sniffed the fresh air deeply through her flattened, ursine nose and sighed. Maybe the old porcupine was right? There was no harm done in cutting down in food a little. She could just skip lunch…
At the far end of the street, a tiny otter emerged from a tavern. The little child climbed onto an awaiting barrel before yelling as loud as she could with her squeaky voice.
“ALE AND HOMEMADE PIE! HOT PIES AND SMOOTH ALES! COME IN AND GET IT!” she went, pointing at the tavern behind her as she advertised.
Then again, Zhara thought to herself. Maybe she could do with a spot of lunch…
volkenfox after he did some excellent comms for me.Zhara is his DnD character and upon seeing her I was in love and had to write something with her.
If you also enjoy her, please check out Volk's pictures that he's done for her here:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/36970249/
and here:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/36970398/
Zhara grunted and ran her fingers through her bushy chops. Having awoken to the chill of the morning, she’d rekindled the fire to boil some tea and sat under her tent to dress herself and listen to the chirping birds. The clearing was a peaceful spot, just outside of town in a grove of oak trees. Leaf litter covered the floor in shades of brown, cleared about her fire where the pale bones of the wild Mouflon she’d roasted the night previously lay. A little chilly, but more than quiet enough for her needs. The large bugbear unwrapped herself from her woollen blanket and sat naked. Her massive, melon sized breasts swayed before her, the huge mammeries as big as cow’s udders though not coated in the insulating fur like the rest of her body, but bare skin coloured a slate grey. Her squishy pot stomach was a similar colour, while her body was a deep chestnut with her fur.
The druid hummed a bard’s tune to herself as she took up her shorts and slipped her massive feet through the legs, the beads that hung on tassels jiggling as she did so. The blue fabric felt more than a little tight and she pulled them up her horse-like thighs and hitched them up a backside that felt bigger than she remembered. She hadn’t put on weight, hadn’t she? Her hairless fingers prodded at the softness of her pot belly. Didn’t seem to be any bigger. Maybe her clothes had shrunk through the various village laundries that she’d stopped off at. They tended to overboil or use some pretty rough soaps. That had to be it.
Fidgeting with her waistband, she turned to her back and fumbled for her jerkin. More of a bra that had been eroded out of a jerkin, but with her fur, she didn’t need to care much for clothing to stay warm. The same blue fabric, inlaid with some worn gold detailing and braid. She pulled it over her mass of dreadlocks and popped her head through before starting to tug down.
The clothing got partly way down the bugbear’s massive bosom before stopping fast. Zhara grunted and tugged again, but found it wouldn’t budge. It dug into her back too, making her backchub piled up against it’s hem.
So her top wouldn’t go on…. Had she… put on weight? It couldn’t be. Sure, she had a big appetite but that came with her life on the hoof, constantly hiking and walking everywhere. Of course, she had a little bit of chub, but that was never enough to stop clothes? Her hands moved down to grip at her stomach, feeling the chub between her fingers and squishing at the softness. It did fill her hands a little more… maybe it was time to get a new tunic? Something nice.
A few more tries with the top proved that it stoutly refused to give her some decency, so she stuffed it into her pack and dug out a heavy travelling cloak. The green material, when wrapped about her shoulders and torso like a poncho, did well to cover her breasts and stomach. Not ideal but would do until she could get into town.
With a grunt she hauled herself onto her feet and poured out a cup of tea from her battered kettle before starting to collapse her camp. It was done swiftly enough, having plenty of practise from her decade of adventuring. All was soon packed up and she shouldered the back, draining her cup and putting out the fire before carrying on.
Despite her cloak, she could still feel the chill on her nipples as she walked through the woods. It was autumn and winter was only a few months off. Bird’s still flew in the trees while boar and goats shuffled about in the leaf litter. With an hours walking she made it to the road, lined with some simple stone cairns and shrines and made the walk down the wooded road. Bandits was not something she was particularly worried about, given her size, stature, druidic skills and the fact she had her weapon in case anyone did try anything. A gold bejewelled pendant that hung from her neck that she would spin about like a slingshot. Only instead of a stone being launched, a bolt of lightning energy would shoot out at her target. Her sheer size and build was more than enough to warrant her needing to use it. Occasionally she would let her druid powers wander, to feel the animals in the woods about her. Deer that watched from behind trees, badgers in their dens under her feet, packs of wild dholes that avoided her scent. Feeling their essences and seething through their eyes as a test of her skills.
Soon the trees fell away show smallholding farms, which in turn became town houses. Zhara headed along the main road, passing by the various townsfolk as they went about their day. She drew a lot of stares, but it didn’t bother her. She was used to it. Standing a whole seven feet tall with powerful arms and biceps like solid rock, she always struck an imposing figure. Her hair was like a mass of thick black ropes hanging down her back- held in check at the front by a blue headband, a few braids still draping past her bat like ears to the front. She had been told that in some ways, her bugbear features resembled a bat, from others, she was told she resembled an ape most of all. Someone told her that her nose made her look a little like a bear. If anything, she personally reckoned she was a little in between the first two, her curling tusks helping to set her apart.
She had visited this town a few times before and saw that a stall was nearby. Her stomach felt a little empty so she stopped off at it. The comparatively diminutive rat grinned as he saw the massive bugbear stride over to him.
“Nice to see you Zhara!” he said as she selected a roughly baked pastry stuffed with salted and seasoned pork. “It’s been a while”
“Was in the area” she explained, grinning to show off her sharp teeth. “Figured I should swing by to get some more supplies and see how it’s going”
“I heard about you vanquishing that hill troll” the rat nodded as she counted out some coins and bent over to pass them down to him. “And the gryphon. You’ve been up to a lot”
“Such is the adventuring way” she chuckled, lifting up the meaty treat and giving it a sniff. She felt so hungry all of a sudden. Maybe just one wouldn’t be enough? It did smell so good after all.
“Well you’re looking, healthy indeed” the rat said sheepishly, his gaze slipping for a moment to look at her gut. Zhara narrowed her eyes as her stomach gave a growl and swiped up a second pastry and tossing the coins. “I’ll be going” she muttered.
Turning away she headed off, munching on the pork treat to fill her stomach and savouring the taste of the salted meat and seasoning. Good thing she had gotten two of them. One definitely wouldn’t have been enough. Tipping her head in hello to some of the town watch she headed to one of the shopfronts on the cobbled highstreet and pushed inside, having to tip her head to get in through the doorway.
Inside was a modest emporium. Mostly bare aside from a wooden counter, behind which sat an array of tanned sheets of leather, wool and linen. Tunics and shirts in simple and more elaborate designs were hung about for buyers to examine, in a variety of sizes designed from various species from goblins to oxen. Zhara paused in front of a large woollen overcoat with a fleece collar and cuffs, chuckling at the thought of requiring such a garment, when she heard the sounds of footsteps coming from the accommodation upstairs.
Down the steps came a short figure in a spun woollen dress and a pinafore of wild beaver pelt. A porcupine with a quiff of sharp spines emerging out of the back of her head, akin to Zhara’s own dreadlocks. Her face broke into a smile as she called out. “Zhara! It’s been too long!”
“It has, Edith” the bugbear chuckled. “Though I’m in need of your services”
“You are?” the seamstress came out from behind the counter, cocking her head to one side. “What for?”
A sheepish expression came over Zhara as she unwrapped the blanket. As the fabric dropped, the diminutive porcupine’s eyes went wide as the pair of large furry breasts were flashed in her face.
“Nothing fits” Zhara admitted as she crouched down to let Edith approach her. “I couldn’t get my top on while I was camped just out of town”
The older woman clucked like a chicken as she moved forwards before pressing the flat of her furry hand against the bugbear’s gut. “You’ve gotten fat dear” she said, matter-of-factly. “That’s why. You’re bosom!” her hands moved upwards and Zhara winced as she felt her sagging busty breasts be touched and squeezed by the seamstress. “It’s grown! So much bigger than when I last saw you!”
“I’m not that fat” Zhara countered, reaching down to feel at her stomach. “It’s just a little pudge”
“You’re not a pig, but you’re not the same spring chicken than when I last saw you” she reached inside her apron for some measuring string as she shook her head like a scolding mother.
“But I’m active! I hike and march with my band when we’re adventuring. I don’t sit about all the time” she tried to protest as Edith brought her a stool to sit upon.
“But what are you eating?”
“Well, I caught and roasted a Mouflon last night. Ate that and had two pastries this morning”
Edith raised an eyebrow as she wrapped the string about Zhara’s middle. The chub gave the impression of an early to mid term pregnancy, with the string sinking into the greyish flesh as she pulled it taunt. It had the consistency of dough to the touch, jiggling slightly as she manipulated it with her fingers. “A Mouflon is no small meal, dear. And what else before that?”
“Two rabbits the day before. Went without dinner the day before that….. Two bowls of cabbage ‘n marrow soup and a loaf of bread at the tavern after I had cheese and bread for lunch. A partridge pie for dinner the day before that…. Okay maybe with some fried rabbit too” she cringed as she went through the backlog of tasty meals.
“Even for a lady of your stature, those are hefty meals indeed” Edith tutted, walking around to observe the love handles that were forming on her sides. “I’d say that your lifestyle is what’s helping you stay fit and your muscles staying good, but the eating is what is putting the weight onto your belly”
“Not my fault if this region has all the good cooks. I was on the western river and there was the best plate of blood sausage and eggs I’ve ever had. Thank the gods I had enough for thirds”
“That’s one mystery solved” Edith shook her head before grabbing a stool and climbing up onto it in order to measure Zhara’s spine. “Gods girl, you’re putting away meals for whole families. No wonder you’re bosom are looking like cow udders”
“My mother had a large bust” she muttered “It runs in the family”
“I’m sure there’s some bugbear sized reasons for her bust size being what it is, you’ve just got food to blame” she suddenly reached about and her slightly chilly fingers cupped at Zhara’s breasts, making her yelp slightly at the touch. “Then again, I hear a nice thick lady is just what the lads want these days”
“I’m really not to bothered about what they want” Zhara huffed as the porcupine hopped down off the stool and headed back behind the counter. “I’ve got my gang and plenty of adventuring to do that takes up my time”
“Whatever you say dear” the seamstresses nodded before peering at a few sheets of parchment. “I have some clothes in your size range that I could tailor a little to fit better. Unless you’d prefer something wholly tailor made?”
“Ill take a look at the fabrics if that’s okay”
“It’s a big… snug?” Zhara muttered, running her hands over her paunch.
“Well, It might be a little tight across your shoulders but I think that’s probably down to your arm muscles” Edith said cheerily. She carried one of her quills that she’d adapted into a needle, prodding at the seams of Zhara’s new tunic.
“I meant in other areas” she replied. “It’s a good colour though”
The tunic was a sky blue design of tightly woven wool, feeling soft on the bare skin of her torso. Devoid of sleeves to allow her muscular arms to move freely and with the addition of a more plunging neckline to suit her own personal style. The colour reminded her of her older outfit, reassuringly so, while some strips of worked leather provided some added decoration to her shoulders and waist. It was however, like she said, rather form fitting. Her belly visibly popped forwards, a single tubby mass of fat that flopped out over her hips, through the fabric. While it did nothing to hide her generously sized behind either.
“It’ll do me well” she grinned, digging in her coin purse for the required amount for such a purchase. “Nice of you to get it together for me”
“No worries dear” the older rodent said cheerily, taking the money and patting her on the hand. “It’s lovely to see you again dear and I hope you pass through here sometime soon. I’d recommend you try and curb that appetite of yours a little but if you don’t I’m always here in case you need to move a few sizes up”
“Oh Edith” the tusked woman snorted. “That’s not going to be necessary. But it was lovely to see you”
With a single fluid motion the large bugbear grabbed her pack and shouldered it, pushing out through the shop’s door with a wave before standing in the street outside. She sniffed the fresh air deeply through her flattened, ursine nose and sighed. Maybe the old porcupine was right? There was no harm done in cutting down in food a little. She could just skip lunch…
At the far end of the street, a tiny otter emerged from a tavern. The little child climbed onto an awaiting barrel before yelling as loud as she could with her squeaky voice.
“ALE AND HOMEMADE PIE! HOT PIES AND SMOOTH ALES! COME IN AND GET IT!” she went, pointing at the tavern behind her as she advertised.
Then again, Zhara thought to herself. Maybe she could do with a spot of lunch…
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