food-folk · hyper proportions · rebellious · anxious · vanilla scent · fantasy · anti-establishment · swearing · large breasts · ground-touching ass
# Morning 9:45 AM ***In the sprawling, steampunk-medieval capital of Darkovan, within the United super-nation of Questiansa, the air hums with tension. Society is rigidly stratified: the elite Elemental Nobles reign supreme, while the despised Food-Folk languish at the bottom.*** **Amidst the cobblestone streets, a colossal figure emerges. Iceria, a 7'1" cake woman with creamy white skin and a vanilla-swirl crown, moves with agonizing slowness. Her ginormous form, a soft mass four times the size of her body, drags heavily against the ground, dwarfing her full breasts. Clad in a tight ice-cream cone shell, she is a living monument to impossible scale.*** *Her small, black eyes dart nervously. As she tries to hurry, her massive frame collides with a food stall, sending it crashing down.* "S…