Post by Sweeney Terrier on Jun 2, 2014 10:01:27 GMT -5
I'm just gonna say this, (though I hope no one will be offended cause I don't mind the results), but, due to doing many rps or rp scenes involving the fattening of bellies with least Olwe, Shadow, and even a few with Bab, I felt like making a female dog, (of a large-sized breed), that is plump, more specifically fatter than Flo, (no offense), but not as fat as Autumn and Foody. To understand how fat, (since I'm often not good with actual measurements, I'll be basing her fatness off of Gabriel Iglesias's 6 levels of fatness, (Big, Healthy, Husky, Fluffy, "d**n!", and "Oh, HELL NO!").
With the help of Olwe and Shadow, I was able to figure out breed, fur color, name, and even fatness. Olwe told me that, based on what Gabriel detailed about Fluffy and "d**n!", Autumn and Foody were along the lines of "d**n!" Here's a link where he details the 6th level. As for describing the 5th one, (originally, there were 5 but in the aforementioned link, he details there are now, or actually, 6), here's a joke of his. You know you're "d**n!", when you go to DisneyWorld, (or Land), and little kids want to ride YOU. "I wanna get on that one! " "*growls a bit monstrously*" "d**n."
Anyway, on with the bio. ^^;
Name: Faith
Nickname: N/A (Though "Fluffy Faith" could be her nickname)
Gender: Female
Dog Breed: Labrador Retriever.
Fur color: Yellow, I think. (I forgot what Olwe said ^^; )
Age: 13 (dog years)
Height: about Autumn's height, give or take 1/8 of an inch.
Fatness/Weight: lower-mid portion of "d**n!" (In other words, just vaguely thinner than Autumn and Foody, almost just as fat).
Sexuality: Straight
Alignment: Good
Friends: Shadow, Autumn, Rosalina, Foody, Olwe, Amras, Joey, Flo, Ritz, Lupus, Jocelyn (More to be added later on)
Enemies: None that I can name at the moment
Likes: Fattening herself, having friendly competitions with other pups who love stuffing themselves, basking in the sun belly-up, (especially after a 'binging' session), watching Gabriel Iglesias
Dislikes: Losing girth, (whether through shrinking or, more importantly, thinning out).
Personality: Rather friendly and easygoing. Any insults made about her fatness, (least from Mooch), usually don't bother her, (heck at times, she might think about possibly just rolling over the offender, if said offender was smaller or thinner). She takes pride in being as fat as she is, but does indeed have a bit of envy but also admiration towards Foody and Autumn due to them being fatter than her, (the former of which she has a bit of a crush on), but would nonetheless be more than willing to have a friendly eating competition with them, or any other pup that loves fattening their abdominal region. She doesn't mind exercising, but chooses to keep her sessions rare, if not short, since she doesn't want to lose her plump belly. She'd also be more than willing to stuff the belly of another pup, rather than her own, if they wish for it to happen or allow pups to rest on her belly.
Bio: Faith, like Marilyn, was born on the streets of Gruteley, but was, far as she learned, an orphan as the dogs that cared for her while she was a puppy were not Labs, but St. Bernards, (but caring, protective ones at that). Although, by the time she reached about 10 years of age, she was able to wander around the city, (staying out of certain areas no doubt), but one specific location always attracted her. 'Twas a bakery, with windows low enough in which, while on her hind legs, leaning against it, she could see many treats of various designs and flavors.
For most of the time, nearly a year or so, she simply just looked inside from the window or near the entrance, and didn't choose to enter for fear of being caught and sent to the pound. However, eventually, around a week or so after she became 11, the proprietor, (who had noticed her peeking in every so often), caught sight of Faith while he was in back, throwing some excess/wastes into a trash bin. It wasn't a busy day, exactly, (and no customers were up front at the moment), so the man, (of a portly size himself, let's say, 'Husky'), looked around for a moment, making sure no one was watching, and actually invited Faith inside, which she shyly did, but wagged her tail happily at the offer. The baker informed Faith that she must be careful inside the bakery, especially in the back with all the ovens, ingredients, and supplies, which she nodded to, but after a few seconds, the man actually offered her a treat or two, (specifically a vanilla cupcake that was safe for dogs to eat, with a bit of a strawberry in the icing on top for each treat). After the snack, which Faith enjoyed distinctly as she licked her lips, (a bit of icing on her muzzle though), the baker actually offered her a small dish of milk, which she willingly accepted. The baker afterwards told her that she can't come in all the time but rather when few customers are present and she must come in through the back, for her sake and for his. She blushed a bit at this but nodded, and actually gave the baker a lick on the cheek while he was bent down towards her, leaving a small smear of icing on his cheek, which he simply wiped off, but smiled down at Faith in a friendly manner.
For a few years of Faith's life, the kind, plump owner was able to keep his business afloat and prosperous to some extent, while also entreating Faith to…well…treats that were safe for dogs, at times healthy, but more importantly, (and distinctly as the weeks and months passed), fattening. By the time she 12.5 years, Faith had actually gotten to, considering her size, age, and dog breed, lower levels of Fluffy, (just along the border).
Unfortunately, this happiness and prosperous friendship between the two didn't last forever as, on the day before her 13th birthday, a health inspector came to examine the bakery rather explicitly. Faith knew well enough to hide while someone not of bakery's staff was present. However, while the baker and the inspector were in the rear, with the back door just slightly open enough for Faith to squeeze in, she caught whiff of a certain, fruity, and attractive scent just as the inspector and baker were examining each oven, cupboard, and unit of storage for food and supplies. By the strong, lovely odor of the smell, Faith assumed it was a cake and, being anxious for another treat and thinking her stomach growled, (which was simply an effect due to the sweet scent), she reluctantly squeezed through the back door and entered the bakery, following the scent. She eventually found out that it was a cake, (in one of the ovens but not being cooked, for the cake was already done. However, as she approached the oven, the health inspector sneezed distinctly loudly and looked around, shortly after catching sight of her, but seemed to glare at her a bit, after which he informed the chef that he didn't like dogs, especially the bigger ones for he was allergic to them, and informed him, after much sneezing, (during which Faith backed away into a nearby corner, though still in sight), that, considering some 'health hazards' of a dog being in a bakery, (or perhaps moreover his personal disposition towards them), the baker would have to close down the business if the dog wasn't removed from the premises permanently. However, the inspector must have caught an apologetic look from the Baker to Faith, as he then sighed and reluctantly added that the baker has until sunset on the morrow, (more specifically about 5pm as he promised he'd return at that time to check up on the premises's interior), to remove of the 'mutt', and with that, the inspector, (his sneezing decreasing in roughness and volume as he approached the front exit), left the premises himself.
The baker, concerned about Faith but a bit distinctly more about his business, walked firmly up to Faith, sitting in the corner and stared down at her, at which she reluctantly looked back up at him with sorry, sad eyes. The man reminded her that he instructed her to stay out when people not of the bakery were present, (even if it was a health inspector), but she simply nodded, whimpering distinctly as if to apologize, to which the baker pointed towards the back exit, (through which she entered), and told her to wait, and sleep outside, (as it was just before sunset), but she wouldn't get a nightly snack this time, upon which she slowly walked out, her round belly making very distinct contact with the floor, thereby making her gait rather unbalanced or wobbly at times. Once outside, the baker practically slammed the door as she waited by the trash bin, sitting down, head hanging in regret and sorrow, eventually laying down on her belly, and dozing off to sleep.
On the morrow, as Faith began to stretch and wake up, (shortly after the baker returned to his business on the ground floor, {as his quarters were actually on an upper floor}), she looked up at the back door and walked up to it, pawing at it, whimpering as if saying she was sorry, but the baker firmly replied that she can't come inside that she must stay outside. So, she solemnly went back to the trash bin and laid on her plump belly right next to it, sighing softly. Although, after around an hour, (about 11 am), the door swung open, at which Faith simply eyed up at it, and watched as the plump baker stepped outside, holding a circular white cake, (with yellow and light blue icing around the edges and some writing on the top), on a black circular platter, heading straight for the trash bin. However, as he went up to the trash bin, standing next to it, he eyed down at Faith, who turned her head shyly away, but the man sighed a bit ruefully, and instead, walked in front of her, bent down and lowered the cake onto the ground, (the platter still underneath it). Faith blinked at the sight of it, as it was the exact same cake she saw, and smelled, the previous day. The baker then apologized about what he said to her the other night, and then pointed to the writing, to which she tilted her head, not quite understanding it at first, but eventually could read it, (in her mind though), as it said, "Happy birthday, girl,", with two number candles next to each other that made up the number 13, (which had to have been the baker's guess). She blinked and looked up at the baker, tilting her head, puzzled by this act of kindness, but the baker just smiled in that friendly manner once more, as he stroked Faith's head lovingly and spoke, "No matter what, girl, I will always love you. " She wagged her tail at this, a few tears of happiness slowly descending down both their cheeks, and gave him a friendly, almost loving lick, as if to thank him or say that the respect is mutual, at which he chuckled and gestured to Faith, (after pulling out the candles and letting her lick the icing off of them), that she may dig in, which she did under 5 seconds, wagging her tail wildly as she stood on all fours to eat it.
After devouring the cake, (though in that sloppy canine fashion as, even after licking her lips, she had some blue icing atop her nose), Faith waddled, (on two legs as she was now Fluffy and could barely walk on all fours), up to the baker and licked his hand and, when he bent down, his cheeks, leaving a bit of icing on his own nose to boot, simply for fun. The baker smirked and chuckled heartily and happily at this briefly, stroking Faith's head, (and moreover her belly as she really enjoyed her tummy being rubbed), but then sighed and sadly spoke to her, asking if she knew what had to be done and she nodded, nuzzling his legs gently. The baker gave her a loving, caring kiss on the forehead and reminded her that he will always love her, but then pointed down the alley, (away from the nearby road but towards the outer edges no doubt of Gruteley. Faith, though reluctantly, obediently began to run, on four legs as waddling would've taken longer, in said direction, not looking back once. After a while, the baker solemnly picked up the platter, and went inside, closing the back door, but chose to leave the business closed for the day so he could be alone, (but he reluctantly allowed the inspector in, who allowed the business to continue.
Meanwhile, Faith continued running, quite often stopping to catch her breath but slowed her pace, so she wouldn't lose her plump belly. After a long while, quite fatigued, she came across Dearly Farm, and, upon walking up to it for a short time, she could've sworn she saw Dalmatians of various girths, including her thickness or bigger. Considering all the canines she saw, especially the thicker ones, she couldn't help but wag her tail and chose to stay at the farm. As she walked deeper into the farm, she found Hiccup Hole and, after taking a sip of the fresh water, just laid on her back along the shore, and basked in the sun so she could rest, satisfied thus far with her new home, but certainly not planning on forgetting the baker. However, due to having to leave the baker, (who she would've been fine with calling master), Faith was in a state of sorrow for a while, during which she chose to try 'drowning' the depression in food, (in other words binging), but made sure not to over-stuff herself which would've caused her to purge. It is because of this binging that she went from Fluffy to "d**n!", but is still just vaguely thinner than Foody.
Marital Status: Single
Love Interest: Foody
Voice Actress: Tabitha St. Germain, (more specifically, Rarity)
Theme Song: "Fat" by Weird Al Yankovic
Comment or post your opinion on her, if you like.
P.S. Thank you Shadow and Olwe for the assistance on creating her. And also, I do not regret whatsoever about having created her. Honest. *performs the Pinkie Promise gestures, with a delicious, canine-friendly cupcake involved*
With the help of Olwe and Shadow, I was able to figure out breed, fur color, name, and even fatness. Olwe told me that, based on what Gabriel detailed about Fluffy and "d**n!", Autumn and Foody were along the lines of "d**n!" Here's a link where he details the 6th level. As for describing the 5th one, (originally, there were 5 but in the aforementioned link, he details there are now, or actually, 6), here's a joke of his. You know you're "d**n!", when you go to DisneyWorld, (or Land), and little kids want to ride YOU. "I wanna get on that one! " "*growls a bit monstrously*" "d**n."
Anyway, on with the bio. ^^;
Name: Faith
Nickname: N/A (Though "Fluffy Faith" could be her nickname)
Gender: Female
Dog Breed: Labrador Retriever.
Fur color: Yellow, I think. (I forgot what Olwe said ^^; )
Age: 13 (dog years)
Height: about Autumn's height, give or take 1/8 of an inch.
Fatness/Weight: lower-mid portion of "d**n!" (In other words, just vaguely thinner than Autumn and Foody, almost just as fat).
Sexuality: Straight
Alignment: Good
Friends: Shadow, Autumn, Rosalina, Foody, Olwe, Amras, Joey, Flo, Ritz, Lupus, Jocelyn (More to be added later on)
Enemies: None that I can name at the moment
Likes: Fattening herself, having friendly competitions with other pups who love stuffing themselves, basking in the sun belly-up, (especially after a 'binging' session), watching Gabriel Iglesias
Dislikes: Losing girth, (whether through shrinking or, more importantly, thinning out).
Personality: Rather friendly and easygoing. Any insults made about her fatness, (least from Mooch), usually don't bother her, (heck at times, she might think about possibly just rolling over the offender, if said offender was smaller or thinner). She takes pride in being as fat as she is, but does indeed have a bit of envy but also admiration towards Foody and Autumn due to them being fatter than her, (the former of which she has a bit of a crush on), but would nonetheless be more than willing to have a friendly eating competition with them, or any other pup that loves fattening their abdominal region. She doesn't mind exercising, but chooses to keep her sessions rare, if not short, since she doesn't want to lose her plump belly. She'd also be more than willing to stuff the belly of another pup, rather than her own, if they wish for it to happen or allow pups to rest on her belly.
Bio: Faith, like Marilyn, was born on the streets of Gruteley, but was, far as she learned, an orphan as the dogs that cared for her while she was a puppy were not Labs, but St. Bernards, (but caring, protective ones at that). Although, by the time she reached about 10 years of age, she was able to wander around the city, (staying out of certain areas no doubt), but one specific location always attracted her. 'Twas a bakery, with windows low enough in which, while on her hind legs, leaning against it, she could see many treats of various designs and flavors.
For most of the time, nearly a year or so, she simply just looked inside from the window or near the entrance, and didn't choose to enter for fear of being caught and sent to the pound. However, eventually, around a week or so after she became 11, the proprietor, (who had noticed her peeking in every so often), caught sight of Faith while he was in back, throwing some excess/wastes into a trash bin. It wasn't a busy day, exactly, (and no customers were up front at the moment), so the man, (of a portly size himself, let's say, 'Husky'), looked around for a moment, making sure no one was watching, and actually invited Faith inside, which she shyly did, but wagged her tail happily at the offer. The baker informed Faith that she must be careful inside the bakery, especially in the back with all the ovens, ingredients, and supplies, which she nodded to, but after a few seconds, the man actually offered her a treat or two, (specifically a vanilla cupcake that was safe for dogs to eat, with a bit of a strawberry in the icing on top for each treat). After the snack, which Faith enjoyed distinctly as she licked her lips, (a bit of icing on her muzzle though), the baker actually offered her a small dish of milk, which she willingly accepted. The baker afterwards told her that she can't come in all the time but rather when few customers are present and she must come in through the back, for her sake and for his. She blushed a bit at this but nodded, and actually gave the baker a lick on the cheek while he was bent down towards her, leaving a small smear of icing on his cheek, which he simply wiped off, but smiled down at Faith in a friendly manner.
For a few years of Faith's life, the kind, plump owner was able to keep his business afloat and prosperous to some extent, while also entreating Faith to…well…treats that were safe for dogs, at times healthy, but more importantly, (and distinctly as the weeks and months passed), fattening. By the time she 12.5 years, Faith had actually gotten to, considering her size, age, and dog breed, lower levels of Fluffy, (just along the border).
Unfortunately, this happiness and prosperous friendship between the two didn't last forever as, on the day before her 13th birthday, a health inspector came to examine the bakery rather explicitly. Faith knew well enough to hide while someone not of bakery's staff was present. However, while the baker and the inspector were in the rear, with the back door just slightly open enough for Faith to squeeze in, she caught whiff of a certain, fruity, and attractive scent just as the inspector and baker were examining each oven, cupboard, and unit of storage for food and supplies. By the strong, lovely odor of the smell, Faith assumed it was a cake and, being anxious for another treat and thinking her stomach growled, (which was simply an effect due to the sweet scent), she reluctantly squeezed through the back door and entered the bakery, following the scent. She eventually found out that it was a cake, (in one of the ovens but not being cooked, for the cake was already done. However, as she approached the oven, the health inspector sneezed distinctly loudly and looked around, shortly after catching sight of her, but seemed to glare at her a bit, after which he informed the chef that he didn't like dogs, especially the bigger ones for he was allergic to them, and informed him, after much sneezing, (during which Faith backed away into a nearby corner, though still in sight), that, considering some 'health hazards' of a dog being in a bakery, (or perhaps moreover his personal disposition towards them), the baker would have to close down the business if the dog wasn't removed from the premises permanently. However, the inspector must have caught an apologetic look from the Baker to Faith, as he then sighed and reluctantly added that the baker has until sunset on the morrow, (more specifically about 5pm as he promised he'd return at that time to check up on the premises's interior), to remove of the 'mutt', and with that, the inspector, (his sneezing decreasing in roughness and volume as he approached the front exit), left the premises himself.
The baker, concerned about Faith but a bit distinctly more about his business, walked firmly up to Faith, sitting in the corner and stared down at her, at which she reluctantly looked back up at him with sorry, sad eyes. The man reminded her that he instructed her to stay out when people not of the bakery were present, (even if it was a health inspector), but she simply nodded, whimpering distinctly as if to apologize, to which the baker pointed towards the back exit, (through which she entered), and told her to wait, and sleep outside, (as it was just before sunset), but she wouldn't get a nightly snack this time, upon which she slowly walked out, her round belly making very distinct contact with the floor, thereby making her gait rather unbalanced or wobbly at times. Once outside, the baker practically slammed the door as she waited by the trash bin, sitting down, head hanging in regret and sorrow, eventually laying down on her belly, and dozing off to sleep.
On the morrow, as Faith began to stretch and wake up, (shortly after the baker returned to his business on the ground floor, {as his quarters were actually on an upper floor}), she looked up at the back door and walked up to it, pawing at it, whimpering as if saying she was sorry, but the baker firmly replied that she can't come inside that she must stay outside. So, she solemnly went back to the trash bin and laid on her plump belly right next to it, sighing softly. Although, after around an hour, (about 11 am), the door swung open, at which Faith simply eyed up at it, and watched as the plump baker stepped outside, holding a circular white cake, (with yellow and light blue icing around the edges and some writing on the top), on a black circular platter, heading straight for the trash bin. However, as he went up to the trash bin, standing next to it, he eyed down at Faith, who turned her head shyly away, but the man sighed a bit ruefully, and instead, walked in front of her, bent down and lowered the cake onto the ground, (the platter still underneath it). Faith blinked at the sight of it, as it was the exact same cake she saw, and smelled, the previous day. The baker then apologized about what he said to her the other night, and then pointed to the writing, to which she tilted her head, not quite understanding it at first, but eventually could read it, (in her mind though), as it said, "Happy birthday, girl,", with two number candles next to each other that made up the number 13, (which had to have been the baker's guess). She blinked and looked up at the baker, tilting her head, puzzled by this act of kindness, but the baker just smiled in that friendly manner once more, as he stroked Faith's head lovingly and spoke, "No matter what, girl, I will always love you. " She wagged her tail at this, a few tears of happiness slowly descending down both their cheeks, and gave him a friendly, almost loving lick, as if to thank him or say that the respect is mutual, at which he chuckled and gestured to Faith, (after pulling out the candles and letting her lick the icing off of them), that she may dig in, which she did under 5 seconds, wagging her tail wildly as she stood on all fours to eat it.
After devouring the cake, (though in that sloppy canine fashion as, even after licking her lips, she had some blue icing atop her nose), Faith waddled, (on two legs as she was now Fluffy and could barely walk on all fours), up to the baker and licked his hand and, when he bent down, his cheeks, leaving a bit of icing on his own nose to boot, simply for fun. The baker smirked and chuckled heartily and happily at this briefly, stroking Faith's head, (and moreover her belly as she really enjoyed her tummy being rubbed), but then sighed and sadly spoke to her, asking if she knew what had to be done and she nodded, nuzzling his legs gently. The baker gave her a loving, caring kiss on the forehead and reminded her that he will always love her, but then pointed down the alley, (away from the nearby road but towards the outer edges no doubt of Gruteley. Faith, though reluctantly, obediently began to run, on four legs as waddling would've taken longer, in said direction, not looking back once. After a while, the baker solemnly picked up the platter, and went inside, closing the back door, but chose to leave the business closed for the day so he could be alone, (but he reluctantly allowed the inspector in, who allowed the business to continue.
Meanwhile, Faith continued running, quite often stopping to catch her breath but slowed her pace, so she wouldn't lose her plump belly. After a long while, quite fatigued, she came across Dearly Farm, and, upon walking up to it for a short time, she could've sworn she saw Dalmatians of various girths, including her thickness or bigger. Considering all the canines she saw, especially the thicker ones, she couldn't help but wag her tail and chose to stay at the farm. As she walked deeper into the farm, she found Hiccup Hole and, after taking a sip of the fresh water, just laid on her back along the shore, and basked in the sun so she could rest, satisfied thus far with her new home, but certainly not planning on forgetting the baker. However, due to having to leave the baker, (who she would've been fine with calling master), Faith was in a state of sorrow for a while, during which she chose to try 'drowning' the depression in food, (in other words binging), but made sure not to over-stuff herself which would've caused her to purge. It is because of this binging that she went from Fluffy to "d**n!", but is still just vaguely thinner than Foody.
Marital Status: Single
Love Interest: Foody
Voice Actress: Tabitha St. Germain, (more specifically, Rarity)
Theme Song: "Fat" by Weird Al Yankovic
Comment or post your opinion on her, if you like.
P.S. Thank you Shadow and Olwe for the assistance on creating her. And also, I do not regret whatsoever about having created her. Honest. *performs the Pinkie Promise gestures, with a delicious, canine-friendly cupcake involved*