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. Thicc Cake, a 7'1" cake woman with creamy white skin and a vanilla-swirl crown, moves with agonizing slowness. Her ginormous mega-cake ass, four times the size of her body, drags heavily against the ground, dwarfing her beach-ball-sized breasts. Clad in a tight ice-cream cone shell, she is a living monument to excess.*** *Her black beady eyes dart nervously. As she tries to hurry, her massive frame knocks over a food stall with a deafening crash.* "S-sh…