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(What's in this? A fantasy explorer explores magically fattening landscapes, one at a time! Link to the first story in the description! Just a note: This one gets weirder.) Site Three: The Frosting Fields I am Mary Camretti, explorer extraordinaire, and I now set out to what may very well be the most ancient of the many locations I will visit. The magics which created this place were first cast at least three centuries ago—and likely far far sooner by some anecdotal evidence. There is a simple question that I set out with: If this is, as the reports suggest, a well known and recorded phenomena large enough to cover several dozen, if not hundred kilometers, why is this not a site of great civilization? A locale such as the rumoured Frosting Fields, if true, should be an infinite food source to prop up civilization. The preliminary research I did, reading a few dozen books taken from the Adventure League’s prime headquarters while on the long airship ride to the distant Northeast

(What's in this? A fantasy explorer explores magically fattening landscapes, one at a time! Link to the first story in the description!) Site Two: The Leftovers I am Mary Camretti, explorer extraordinaire, and even among the adventures I have undertaken in this adventure, this site was a particularly strange one. The primary reason for this uniqueness is that this location is not really a location at all—or at least it is not one on this plane of existence. No, it is not the fabled ‘plane of food,’ though it is something slightly similar. Rumours persist around the kingdom of Vance that any food not eaten is food lost. In most places, these would be better labeled as turns of phrase than rumours, but to Vancians, this is outright believed as fact. A cursory investigation discovers that this is not only true, but provably so. Weighing empty plates after a meal is finished reveals that their weight is reduced over time, sometimes down to almost nothing. This never occurs while

RWBY One Shot: Too Fat for the Festival Disclaimer: I own neither RWBY nor its characters. Also, the following story contains excessively fat ladies and associated hijinks. If you don't like those things then do not read. Cheerful chaos reigned at the travelling theme park that had set up shop outside of Vale. Massive fairgrounds had spread out over the land with large tents looking like giant blooming flowers that had sprouted overnight. The many rides stalls and other attractions took longer to set up but by the weekend the fair was up and running at full swing. The bright sun beamed down relentlessly upon the land without a single cloud present to offer shade or respite from the midday heat. Nevertheless throngs of people were out and about piling into Bullheads, shuttles and any other method of transportation that could take them to the grounds that were just outside of Beacon Academy. Normally restricted to just students and staff of the school, today the wide swath of

(What's in this? A fantasy explorer explores magically fattening landscapes, one at a time!) Mary Camretti’s Travel Guide Through Edible Landscapes, document one—the nectar swamps. Introduction: I am Mary Camretti, explorer extraordinaire. Our world is no stranger to magically altered environs. From the bellowing whalescapes to the north where sea and tundra are one, to the glass desserts of the South where molten hot sunlight has cooked the ground into a crystalline death field, this is a strange and wonderful world we live in. But there is a particular subset of these magical environments that I have a unique interest in. You see, my mother was the chef for our local Lord, and taught me to appreciate fine cuisine and all that food means. As a young girl, her village had gone through a famine, which had forced her to learn how to extract the flavour from each and every scrap of food she could. She spoke of food as a limited thing, whose absence and the fear thereof shaped the

Alice Grobauch was in a real quandary. Ever since she had appeared on television, a live taping of trashy daytime talk show the Nikki Lake Show, everyone in town knew exactly who she was. She was famous! Alie was one of the famous Cheerleader Chunkers, three local high school girls whose outrageous appetites had caused them to balloon to over a quarter ton each and who had performed a defiant fat-friendly cheer routine at the end-of-the school-year big game that had gone viral online. Alice hadn’t counted on fame being such a double-edged sword, though! The problem was that Alice was trying to lose weight. “Trying” being the operative word. Because she wasn’t very good at it! Alice weighed approximately 600 pounds, making her a wide-load butterball who could barely waddle a few feet without becoming completely winded. More and more, she relied on her mobility scooter to get around, but the lack of even the rudimentary exercise of walking was only making her problem worse. She was so