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As always, this chapter has been edited by firefox , without whom this story would be a lot less polished, and a lot less interesting! The character Kettil belongs to 146tym ! Check out my Patreon options to see how you can feature as a cameo in one of the upcoming parts of this, and other story arcs. The character Alex is property of kyofoxe94 and the character Aava is property of Zandenel. These two have been my highest tier patrons for a significant amount of time, and without their help this project would not have been possible. Thank you <3

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“Something relaxing,” Artemis mused.

“Like a beach?” Demeter asked.

“Uh... more like a beach resort,” said Artemis. “I want to be waited on.”

Demeter was silent for a few moments, then offered, “Something exotic?”

“Absolutely.”

Artemis felt herself floating weightlessly in the void. It felt a lot like zero gravity, but taken one step further. Her thoughts, her personality, her memories and emotions- everything that made Artemis who she was- floated freely in this space, devoid of her physical form. Through a direct feed, she could see that back in reality her body was still asleep on her bed, wrapped up safe and comfortable in her blankets.

A smile played gently upon her lips - virtual reality was a hell of a thing.

All around Artemis, Demeter was slowly constructing the world she would live in for the next couple of hours, or longer, if she chose. It started with blank, white squares, glowing as they emerged from the void. They lay down in the shape of a grid, from which emerged spiraling towers and ancient temples. She couldn’t help but gasp. Although this wasn’t the first time she had entered a VR world, there was just something breathtaking about seeing an entire world rise up out of nothingness around her. Where moments ago, there’d been only an inky black void, now stood an ancient and bustling city, alive with people of every kind.

“Did you make this yourself?” Artemis asked after the awe subsided enough for her to do so.

She was impressed by the detail, standing at entrance to a great plaza, atop a handful of stairs that descended into what looked to be a busy marketplace, complete with more vendors than she could count. They shouted at each other to be heard above the throng, offering a wide variety of wares.

“No,” came Demeter’s simple reply, echoing as always in the wolf’s head. “I have rented this simspace for you.”

It made sense, since it would probably take Demeter some time to fully render a city as vast and detailed as the one Artemis currently found herself standing in. A small sum of credits was all it took to have the work done for them. Briefly, she wondered who had designed this simspace, the world in which she walked, but Artemis soon cast such thoughts from her mind. It was her world now. Her chance at some hard earned relaxation. No longer in the cloistered confines of The Jackal, or under the staring eyes of her crewmates, she drew a long breath of air, feeling it rise in her chest before being exhaled out into the bright blue summer sky.

Having a chance to look over herself, Artemis realised she was clad in a toga. It made sense for the setting, she supposed. The graceful white fabric flowed easily around her body and did a lot to conceal the source of her recent concern; her growing paunch. Her pot belly seemed neatly hidden beneath the loose cloth, which was itself enough to draw a smile to the wolf’s face.

“Excuse me ma’am.”

Artemis jumped, glancing to the side where she saw a chubby rabbit clothed in less formal attire, the doe sincerely trying not to meet her eyes.

“But it is customary for all visiting royalty to tour the Grand Markets, that you may taste what our great nation has to offer.” Her voice was soft as she stumbled around the words, suggesting without seeming to presume. “I presume you will be keeping with, erm, tradition?”

With the lack of eye contact, it took a few moments for Artemis to realise she was the one being addressed.

“Oh!” Artemis exclaimed, remembering that she had asked to be waited on. It made sense that Demeter had installed her as some sort of royalty in this reality. “Very well,” she answered, and with a sense of bemusement, Artemis mustered as much royal demeanour as she could and motioned towards the marketplace. “Lead on.”

With an almost relieved look on her face, the rabbit nodded quickly and began to lead Artemis down the stairs, into the marketplace proper. Here, she was quickly swallowed by a looming tangle of stalls and shopfronts, each filling what little space they had with piles upon piles of goods. She might have felt lost, were it not for the collection of servants that assembled around her, lingering closeby and offering guidance and suggestions where they felt appropriate.

At first, Artemis was taken through the clothier’s section of the market, where merchants in finery draped pieces of fabric against her body and her servants took turns to suggest how beautiful she would look if she wore them. By the time she staggered out of the area she was adorned in a more form fitting blue dress and several gaudy pieces of golden jewelry that she just couldn’t say no to. Everything she took was complimentary, every vendor told her that it would be an honour, just to have visiting royalty be seen in their wares. Whilst golden bracelets and anklets felt heavy against her limbs, Artemis couldn’t help but feel she did deserve to look good, for a change.

From there it was fine wines, poured liberally into shining, silver goblets. Artemis had never really been much for wine, considering that the best she could get was the soulless, synthetic stuff, but VR wine was on an entirely different level. The flavours were robust and sweet, everything she thought wine should taste like. Unused to the sensation of drinking in a virtual environment, Artemis found herself starting to slur her words before she realised that it was possible for her to get drunk here. She blushed, her cheeks heating up intolerably beneath her fur before, with a little assistance, she sauntered onwards through the market.

Now they were where food was sold atop brightly coloured tables, and at every stall she was met with a different plea:

“Your grace simply must try this!”

“It’s the finest in the land, only fitting it should be given to you!”

“We mustn’t offend them, please, try some of this.”

From lobster to bacon wrapped beef, cakes to sweet chocolates and other honey-glazed confections, Artemis felt like she was at a massive buffet and being asked to try a little of everything. Already feeling the effects of what must have been four goblets of virtual wine, she had neither the willpower nor the desire to refuse.

And so, with as much royal grace as she could push into her wobbling stance, she accepted each item of food as it came to her. She slurped up butter drenched lobster tail, groaning with delight. A whole meat filled pastry introduced an array of exciting textures and delicious flavours, flakes and crumbs sprinkling down the front of her new dress. She devoured black truffle and creamy mashed potato, which spilled messily from the hands of her servants, eliciting an embarrassed giggle from the intoxicated royal. By the time she’d moved on to decadent cakes, each drenched in rich sauces, she looked thoroughly stuffed. Her stomach bulged through her dress, now clearly on display as it tented the fabric to make her look overdue with child.

When Artemis finally noticed, it gave her reason to pause. She thought surely she should have felt ill by now, but perhaps that was part of the charm of the simspace. She had asked for relaxation, so it stood to reason that Demeter wouldn’t spoil the occasion with such distractions as feeling overfull. If that were the case, it left Artemis free to enjoy what she wanted to, and as much as she wanted to.

Cradling her newfound stomach and hefting its weight gently, Artemis’s lips curled into a grin. Here she was, free of the prying eyes of her crew. Here, she could eat to her heart’s content, without fear of reprimand, judgement or physical illness. The prospect was a little exciting to her.

Reinvigorated, Artemis continued to sample what was given to her. A crescent roll was pushed gently to her lips, a sweet chocolate the size of thumb gently laid upon her tongue, a small pitcher of fine berry sauce held above her mouth to be drizzled into it. Every groaning gulp and every rivulet that meandered from her lips over her chin made her look more the part of decadent nobility. With each stall she visited, it seemed like Artemis’ stomach expanded, stretching bigger and rounder with every swallowed morsel. Soon, her stomach was positively bulging out of her dress; a thick, heavy, blubbery affair that, were it not bound by the skin-tight fabric of her garment, would hang heavily over her thicker thighs and creep downwards, towards her knees.

She cradled what she could reach of her bloated midriff, like a mother expecting, revelling in her new freedom. The gluttony she displayed wasn’t mocked by her servants or the townspeople. In fact, they cheered with every crumb spilt, and every stain added to her dress. She caught them looking longingly at her stomach as it protruded in front of her, its weight slowing her down to a waddle. When she caught them, a blush was slathered thickly across her cheeks.

On what must have been the second lap of the foods section of the market, Artemis’ dress reached its limits. It had become an almost latex-tight garment that had been forced to stretch around a stomach so enormous, it could’ve comfortably housed one of the rabbits that accompanied her - perhaps two. She swallowed a gravy soaked piece of sweet bread and the dress gave up spectacularly, practically bursting off of her. A few seams splitting beneath her bustline started a cascading tear down the middle of her stomach, exposing every blubbery inch in a matter of moments.

Artemis was surprised to see just how soft she had become, simultaneously feeling motified at the enormity that such softness entailed. Her stomach hung well over her crotch, and free from its confines, it completely concealed her thighs and stuck out two and a half feet in front of her. For the first time, she began to really feel its weight, a massive dragging sensation pulling her down towards the ground. With a surprised grunt, she beckoned the servants toward her, disrupting the stunned awe with which they had been watching her.

The humility of the situation caused her to break character, and she could scarcely manage to say, “H-help me down... please.”

Nobody had to be asked twice, and the fattened wolf was quickly joined by two rabbits, one on either side who helped brace against her giant stomach and lower her gently onto a nearby bench which, despite its metal foundations, creaked in protest.

Artemis moaned. She’d never been so full. She’d never felt so big. Kneading her doughy black-furred paunch, she finally realised that the rest of her had swollen up, too. Her fingers had become sausage-like, and her ass now billowed out behind her. Even her breasts had gotten in on the act, looking more like two small melons than the little mounds they had been before. Confined as they were by the struggling fabric of her dress they still looked round and perky. She couldn’t imagine ever getting used to looking like this or feeling so heavy, but it was a delightfully guilty pleasure to explore in the privacy of simspace.

“Your Grace is even more beautiful than I had been lead to believe.”

Artemis jumped at the silky smooth voice behind her, shifting her considerably fattened bulk to look over her shoulder. She found herself looking at perhaps the fattest snake she’d ever seen, though it dawned on her a moment later that this was not a snake, as snakes don’t have wings. Some sort of wyvern, perhaps.

Whatever it was, she hadn’t seen anything like it in reality and suspected that she never would. The creature was long, blue-grey, winged and, she suspected, it had once looked regal as it soared the skies. Now it slithered along the ground, more like a slug than a snake, its body undulating with rolls of blubber. Its stomach, at its largest part was as wide as half of Artemis’ height. The creature’s draconic snout somehow managed to look dignified as it scaled the other half of Artemis’ bench, bulging and oozing with fat beneath its feathers and scales as it grinned at her.

“Wh-what... what are you?” Artemis found herself asking, impressed at the sudden appearance of a new and interesting character.

“Who, is the more appropriate question,” the creature suggested as it flicked its tongue. “Baron Aramis Kettil, at your service.”

The creature sounded male, Artemis noted, but he hadn’t exactly answer her question. He bowed, or at least attempted to, his neck creasing into various rolls whilst the rest of his body began to coil around the bench beneath it.
“No I mean, I wasn’t expecting to meet a... a...”

Kettil seemed to sense what she meant and a long, snake-like grin cut across his cheeks once more. “Quetzalcoatl, you mean?” His tongue flicked again, “May your journey within this city bless you with many surprises, but I do not suppose your journey is over, is it your Grace?”

“No!” One of her servants piped up. They had been lingering at the edge of this encounter, as though curious if their presence would be needed. Now that it was, a rabbit stepped forward and bowed low. “Her Grace’s has only been to the markets, it would be a shame to have her stay end there!”

The rabbit looked as though she were going to say more, but Kettil cut her off, his deep voice and large stature commanding silence when he spoke.

“Good! Her Grace will accompany me to my mansion, where I have prepared a feast so representative of all that our fair city has to offer, she could not possibly refuse!”

As he spoke, his glowing yellow eyes cast their light across Artemis’s face. The wolf squirmed a little, finding that her hands clutched her engorged stomach of their own accord. She couldn’t possibly eat more, she’d already made such a pig of herself! But the thought of trying more of the city’s succulent food brought a trickle of saliva to her mouth and she found herself wiping away just a little bit of drool.

Kettil grinned. “Excellent, then it is decided! Let me lead the way!”

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This is Round 2 Voting! Round 1 went straight to the Patreon page and featured additional options such as water inflation and all crew weight gain, if you want to help shape the story before it goes to FA consider supporting me on My Patreon !

Patreons comment below (if your Patreon and FA name are the same, or you can tell me your Patreon name) or on the Patreon page for your weighted votes!

A: Voracious Voraphile, in a world of Virtual Reality the consumption of live prey is easier than expected, Artemis dips her feet into a new sensation. (xwg + vore)

B: Dangerous Dining, Artemis’ servants, picking up on their master’s wishes, stuff her to what would be dangerously full, turning her into a wheezing, panting ball of food. (xwg + extreme stuffing)

C: Piggly Price, In this world Artemis finds out you are what you eat, turning into a pig, if temporarily as she gorges. (xwg + pig tf)

Description
Artemis’ Bow, Chapter 1, Part 11
Foreword
FAQ and Rules
How To Vote

--==Artemis’ Bow is DRIVEN by your contributions, support from YOU helps to create interactive stories like this, and more! Please consider supporting!==--

My Patreon

Hey there and welcome back to Artemis' Bow! This week we venture deep into the depths of virtual reality, on a quest with Artemis to uncover her own desire. Consider supporting me on Patreon, for as little as 2.50USD so you can see a whole BUNCH of extra stories AS WELL as having early round access to many pieces, weighted votes, a discord server with me in it and more!

As always, this chapter has been edited by firefox , without whom this story would be a lot less polished, and a lot less interesting! The character Kettil belongs to 146tym ! Check out my Patreon options to see how you can feature as a cameo in one of the upcoming parts of this, and other story arcs. The character Alex is property of kyofoxe94 and the character Aava is property of Zandenel. These two have been my highest tier patrons for a significant amount of time, and without their help this project would not have been possible. Thank you <3

I really enjoyed writing this part, I do so hope you'll enjoy reading it <3

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“Something relaxing,” Artemis mused.

“Like a beach?” Demeter asked.

“Uh... more like a beach resort,” said Artemis. “I want to be waited on.”

Demeter was silent for a few moments, then offered, “Something exotic?”

“Absolutely.”

Artemis felt herself floating weightlessly in the void. It felt a lot like zero gravity, but taken one step further. Her thoughts, her personality, her memories and emotions- everything that made Artemis who she was- floated freely in this space, devoid of her physical form. Through a direct feed, she could see that back in reality her body was still asleep on her bed, wrapped up safe and comfortable in her blankets.

A smile played gently upon her lips - virtual reality was a hell of a thing.

All around Artemis, Demeter was slowly constructing the world she would live in for the next couple of hours, or longer, if she chose. It started with blank, white squares, glowing as they emerged from the void. They lay down in the shape of a grid, from which emerged spiraling towers and ancient temples. She couldn’t help but gasp. Although this wasn’t the first time she had entered a VR world, there was just something breathtaking about seeing an entire world rise up out of nothingness around her. Where moments ago, there’d been only an inky black void, now stood an ancient and bustling city, alive with people of every kind.

“Did you make this yourself?” Artemis asked after the awe subsided enough for her to do so.

She was impressed by the detail, standing at entrance to a great plaza, atop a handful of stairs that descended into what looked to be a busy marketplace, complete with more vendors than she could count. They shouted at each other to be heard above the throng, offering a wide variety of wares.

“No,” came Demeter’s simple reply, echoing as always in the wolf’s head. “I have rented this simspace for you.”

It made sense, since it would probably take Demeter some time to fully render a city as vast and detailed as the one Artemis currently found herself standing in. A small sum of credits was all it took to have the work done for them. Briefly, she wondered who had designed this simspace, the world in which she walked, but Artemis soon cast such thoughts from her mind. It was her world now. Her chance at some hard earned relaxation. No longer in the cloistered confines of The Jackal, or under the staring eyes of her crewmates, she drew a long breath of air, feeling it rise in her chest before being exhaled out into the bright blue summer sky.

Having a chance to look over herself, Artemis realised she was clad in a toga. It made sense for the setting, she supposed. The graceful white fabric flowed easily around her body and did a lot to conceal the source of her recent concern; her growing paunch. Her pot belly seemed neatly hidden beneath the loose cloth, which was itself enough to draw a smile to the wolf’s face.

“Excuse me ma’am.”

Artemis jumped, glancing to the side where she saw a chubby rabbit clothed in less formal attire, the doe sincerely trying not to meet her eyes.

“But it is customary for all visiting royalty to tour the Grand Markets, that you may taste what our great nation has to offer.” Her voice was soft as she stumbled around the words, suggesting without seeming to presume. “I presume you will be keeping with, erm, tradition?”

With the lack of eye contact, it took a few moments for Artemis to realise she was the one being addressed.

“Oh!” Artemis exclaimed, remembering that she had asked to be waited on. It made sense that Demeter had installed her as some sort of royalty in this reality. “Very well,” she answered, and with a sense of bemusement, Artemis mustered as much royal demeanour as she could and motioned towards the marketplace. “Lead on.”

With an almost relieved look on her face, the rabbit nodded quickly and began to lead Artemis down the stairs, into the marketplace proper. Here, she was quickly swallowed by a looming tangle of stalls and shopfronts, each filling what little space they had with piles upon piles of goods. She might have felt lost, were it not for the collection of servants that assembled around her, lingering closeby and offering guidance and suggestions where they felt appropriate.

At first, Artemis was taken through the clothier’s section of the market, where merchants in finery draped pieces of fabric against her body and her servants took turns to suggest how beautiful she would look if she wore them. By the time she staggered out of the area she was adorned in a more form fitting blue dress and several gaudy pieces of golden jewelry that she just couldn’t say no to. Everything she took was complimentary, every vendor told her that it would be an honour, just to have visiting royalty be seen in their wares. Whilst golden bracelets and anklets felt heavy against her limbs, Artemis couldn’t help but feel she did deserve to look good, for a change.

From there it was fine wines, poured liberally into shining, silver goblets. Artemis had never really been much for wine, considering that the best she could get was the soulless, synthetic stuff, but VR wine was on an entirely different level. The flavours were robust and sweet, everything she thought wine should taste like. Unused to the sensation of drinking in a virtual environment, Artemis found herself starting to slur her words before she realised that it was possible for her to get drunk here. She blushed, her cheeks heating up intolerably beneath her fur before, with a little assistance, she sauntered onwards through the market.

Now they were where food was sold atop brightly coloured tables, and at every stall she was met with a different plea:

“Your grace simply must try this!”

“It’s the finest in the land, only fitting it should be given to you!”

“We mustn’t offend them, please, try some of this.”

From lobster to bacon wrapped beef, cakes to sweet chocolates and other honey-glazed confections, Artemis felt like she was at a massive buffet and being asked to try a little of everything. Already feeling the effects of what must have been four goblets of virtual wine, she had neither the willpower nor the desire to refuse.

And so, with as much royal grace as she could push into her wobbling stance, she accepted each item of food as it came to her. She slurped up butter drenched lobster tail, groaning with delight. A whole meat filled pastry introduced an array of exciting textures and delicious flavours, flakes and crumbs sprinkling down the front of her new dress. She devoured black truffle and creamy mashed potato, which spilled messily from the hands of her servants, eliciting an embarrassed giggle from the intoxicated royal. By the time she’d moved on to decadent cakes, each drenched in rich sauces, she looked thoroughly stuffed. Her stomach bulged through her dress, now clearly on display as it tented the fabric to make her look overdue with child.

When Artemis finally noticed, it gave her reason to pause. She thought surely she should have felt ill by now, but perhaps that was part of the charm of the simspace. She had asked for relaxation, so it stood to reason that Demeter wouldn’t spoil the occasion with such distractions as feeling overfull. If that were the case, it left Artemis free to enjoy what she wanted to, and as much as she wanted to.

Cradling her newfound stomach and hefting its weight gently, Artemis’s lips curled into a grin. Here she was, free of the prying eyes of her crew. Here, she could eat to her heart’s content, without fear of reprimand, judgement or physical illness. The prospect was a little exciting to her.

Reinvigorated, Artemis continued to sample what was given to her. A crescent roll was pushed gently to her lips, a sweet chocolate the size of thumb gently laid upon her tongue, a small pitcher of fine berry sauce held above her mouth to be drizzled into it. Every groaning gulp and every rivulet that meandered from her lips over her chin made her look more the part of decadent nobility. With each stall she visited, it seemed like Artemis’ stomach expanded, stretching bigger and rounder with every swallowed morsel. Soon, her stomach was positively bulging out of her dress; a thick, heavy, blubbery affair that, were it not bound by the skin-tight fabric of her garment, would hang heavily over her thicker thighs and creep downwards, towards her knees.

She cradled what she could reach of her bloated midriff, like a mother expecting, revelling in her new freedom. The gluttony she displayed wasn’t mocked by her servants or the townspeople. In fact, they cheered with every crumb spilt, and every stain added to her dress. She caught them looking longingly at her stomach as it protruded in front of her, its weight slowing her down to a waddle. When she caught them, a blush was slathered thickly across her cheeks.

On what must have been the second lap of the foods section of the market, Artemis’ dress reached its limits. It had become an almost latex-tight garment that had been forced to stretch around a stomach so enormous, it could’ve comfortably housed one of the rabbits that accompanied her - perhaps two. She swallowed a gravy soaked piece of sweet bread and the dress gave up spectacularly, practically bursting off of her. A few seams splitting beneath her bustline started a cascading tear down the middle of her stomach, exposing every blubbery inch in a matter of moments.

Artemis was surprised to see just how soft she had become, simultaneously feeling motified at the enormity that such softness entailed. Her stomach hung well over her crotch, and free from its confines, it completely concealed her thighs and stuck out two and a half feet in front of her. For the first time, she began to really feel its weight, a massive dragging sensation pulling her down towards the ground. With a surprised grunt, she beckoned the servants toward her, disrupting the stunned awe with which they had been watching her.

The humility of the situation caused her to break character, and she could scarcely manage to say, “H-help me down... please.”

Nobody had to be asked twice, and the fattened wolf was quickly joined by two rabbits, one on either side who helped brace against her giant stomach and lower her gently onto a nearby bench which, despite its metal foundations, creaked in protest.

Artemis moaned. She’d never been so full. She’d never felt so big. Kneading her doughy black-furred paunch, she finally realised that the rest of her had swollen up, too. Her fingers had become sausage-like, and her ass now billowed out behind her. Even her breasts had gotten in on the act, looking more like two small melons than the little mounds they had been before. Confined as they were by the struggling fabric of her dress they still looked round and perky. She couldn’t imagine ever getting used to looking like this or feeling so heavy, but it was a delightfully guilty pleasure to explore in the privacy of simspace.

“Your Grace is even more beautiful than I had been lead to believe.”

Artemis jumped at the silky smooth voice behind her, shifting her considerably fattened bulk to look over her shoulder. She found herself looking at perhaps the fattest snake she’d ever seen, though it dawned on her a moment later that this was not a snake, as snakes don’t have wings. Some sort of wyvern, perhaps.

Whatever it was, she hadn’t seen anything like it in reality and suspected that she never would. The creature was long, blue-grey, winged and, she suspected, it had once looked regal as it soared the skies. Now it slithered along the ground, more like a slug than a snake, its body undulating with rolls of blubber. Its stomach, at its largest part was as wide as half of Artemis’ height. The creature’s draconic snout somehow managed to look dignified as it scaled the other half of Artemis’ bench, bulging and oozing with fat beneath its feathers and scales as it grinned at her.

“Wh-what... what are you?” Artemis found herself asking, impressed at the sudden appearance of a new and interesting character.

“Who, is the more appropriate question,” the creature suggested as it flicked its tongue. “Baron Aramis Kettil, at your service.”

The creature sounded male, Artemis noted, but he hadn’t exactly answer her question. He bowed, or at least attempted to, his neck creasing into various rolls whilst the rest of his body began to coil around the bench beneath it.
“No I mean, I wasn’t expecting to meet a... a...”

Kettil seemed to sense what she meant and a long, snake-like grin cut across his cheeks once more. “Quetzalcoatl, you mean?” His tongue flicked again, “May your journey within this city bless you with many surprises, but I do not suppose your journey is over, is it your Grace?”

“No!” One of her servants piped up. They had been lingering at the edge of this encounter, as though curious if their presence would be needed. Now that it was, a rabbit stepped forward and bowed low. “Her Grace’s has only been to the markets, it would be a shame to have her stay end there!”

The rabbit looked as though she were going to say more, but Kettil cut her off, his deep voice and large stature commanding silence when he spoke.

“Good! Her Grace will accompany me to my mansion, where I have prepared a feast so representative of all that our fair city has to offer, she could not possibly refuse!”

As he spoke, his glowing yellow eyes cast their light across Artemis’s face. The wolf squirmed a little, finding that her hands clutched her engorged stomach of their own accord. She couldn’t possibly eat more, she’d already made such a pig of herself! But the thought of trying more of the city’s succulent food brought a trickle of saliva to her mouth and she found herself wiping away just a little bit of drool.

Kettil grinned. “Excellent, then it is decided! Let me lead the way!”

Voting Options: CLICK HERE TO VOTE -> strawpoll.com/5zwsccz <- CLICK HERE TO VOTE

This is Round 2 Voting! Round 1 went straight to the Patreon page and featured additional options such as water inflation and all crew weight gain, if you want to help shape the story before it goes to FA consider supporting me on My Patreon !

Patreons comment below (if your Patreon and FA name are the same, or you can tell me your Patreon name) or on the Patreon page for your weighted votes!

A: Voracious Voraphile, in a world of Virtual Reality the consumption of live prey is easier than expected, Artemis dips her feet into a new sensation. (xwg + vore)

B: Dangerous Dining, Artemis’ servants, picking up on their master’s wishes, stuff her to what would be dangerously full, turning her into a wheezing, panting ball of food. (xwg + extreme stuffing)

C: Piggly Price, In this world Artemis finds out you are what you eat, turning into a pig, if temporarily as she gorges. (xwg + pig tf)