Jester Lavorre’s Clerical Error (Patreon)

I forgot to upload this long ago! It's a fantasy, critical role weight gain story! I actually don't know much about her or Critical Role. I like TTRPGs but never got into the whole podcast scene with them. 

As a fun game, see if you can spot the tricky little reference that I put in to one of my favorite things ;)

Jester Lavorre, tiefling cleric extraordinaire, awoke in a strange place. It seemed to be a room in a mansion, furnished with wealth beyond compare. The blue skinned woman, wonder touching her eyes, slipped out of bed and walked forward. She wore an adorable white nightgown, embroidered with gold letters. The hem of her nightgown swished across the floor, lightly grazing it with every stop. “Hulloooo?” Jester called, wondering where the rest of her party was. A small fire blazed in the right hand side of the room, a chair was placed in front of it. Everything spoke of rich comfort. Bookcases lined the room, tomes and scrolls packed neatly on the shelves. “Is anyone there?” Jester called again, reaching the center of the bedroom. Her small, vibrant voice did not carry so far in the small room. Turning, she whirled around the room in search of a door or some other means of exit. Adorably frustrated, the blue woman put her fingers under her chin and began to think. Her cheeks puffed in and out as she considered her circumstances. Her tail, long and as deep blue as the rest of her body, whipped in and out. “Stuck in a room. . .no way out. . . no party. . .” She mumbled to herself.

There is a way out.

“Ah!” Jester jumped as the voice or suggestion or message flashed in her head. It spoke with no voice, yet seemed familiar. To further scare her, a flash and bang sounded next to her. Jester jumped and rolled to the side, wishing she had her armaments or at least her holy symbol to brandish. She watched as the smoke cleared, revealing a small table. “What is this?” Jester said, tilting her head inquisitively to the side. Curiosities were a sure way to get her to drop her guard, even to her own detriment. The table, barely more than a small pedestal, held a cute set of tea plates. On those plates were an assortment of cakes and confections. Crumpets, cookies, cakes, and other delicious looking assortments were all arrayed on the plates. Jester couldn’t help but lick her indigo colored lips, her sweet tooth being tickled something fierce. She took in the sight and smell of them, drinking deep their intoxicating aromas. Further, she noticed that the tea treats were all shaped like keys. The tiefling did not need too much further invitation. She skipped forward, eager to sample the food. “Oh, such delights laid out for me!” She held her forearms to her chest. “I know not where I am, but thank the gods they know hospitality!”

Quickly, she began working on the cakes. Sampling them here and there, choosing the most delectable looking ones. The taste was incredible. Jester had traveled long and far but had never tasted anything even remotely close to the small sweets on the plates. It was like every bite was packed with as much flavor and sensation as possible. Sweet, rolling plains of sugar dotted with fruits to anchor the richness in reality. She had to have more. What started as a slow sample turned into a frenzied spring of eating. She grabbed food with both hands, stuffing it into her mouth. She was so focused on getting as many of the cakes into her body as possible that she didn’t notice the changes taking place.

As the astute adventurer will have already guessed, the cakes were not at all normal. Magic, equal parts strong and mischievous, had been woven into them as much as flour and sugar had been. With each swallow, Jester’s body swelled and grew. It started with her belly filling abnormally fast. Rounding and pooching out, her blue belly flooded over the lip of her waist. It was not just a stuffed, food baby belly either. There was serious fat being added to Jester’s stomach, creases began appearing as it folded over onto her thighs. That was not the only place, either. Jester’s ass started to grow wide and heavy, filling up like liquid into a water skin. Her bouncy personality was now matched by a bouncy booty which shook heavily as she reached for more food. Two or three more handfuls of food saw her stomach flop onto the table. The nightgown she had woken up in was beginning to grow tight as it was assaulted from all angles by Jester’s growing body.

“Oh. . .UUURRRPP. . .this was quite the feast.” Jester stumbled back, having finished the set of plates. “My, my body is so plump!” She gasped, putting hands to her belly. She waddled backward in shock. Her hands grasped her stomach, pulling and pushing at the bouncy flab now encircling her once lithe and athletic body. She tripped and fell backwards, landing on her expanded butt. Her body jiggled once or twice before coming to a stop, her legs shoved apart to make room for her belly. Jester tried to comprehend what had happened. She felt her body up and down. She had ever been a slight, lean woman with not much to speak of with curves. Her small stature and high pitched voice meant that she was often confused for a girl rather than the woman she was. Yet now it would be impossible to ignore her womanly attributes. She tried to stand, awkwardly folding her thicker legs underneath her body. She was 350 or 360 pounds of soft, blue fluff. She was woefully unaccustomed to the weight, not possessing any of the strength or physicality to move herself. Her ass cheeks wobbled and clapped together as she tried to stand. Her breasts, now fuller and fatter than most barmaids’, dangled down, filling and overfilling the white nightgown. “Soo. . .heavy. . .soooo. . .fat. . .why is this. . .ugh. . .happening to. . .ooff. . .me?” She grunted and strained, yet ended up falling back over. She landed with a thump, her body undulating for seconds unabated.

There’s a lesson in this, traveling servant.

“Lesson! This is no school and I’m a bad pupil!” Jester stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry to the empty air. She was not going to be lectured to by some disembodied voice. Jester started to stand again, doing her best to ignore the mounds of blue flesh wobbling back and forth across her body. “I. . .ugggh. . .need no help. . .” She gritted her teeth, trying to will the world back to what it normally should have been.

Perhaps learning from a face more familiar will help.

“Hey, Tiny, you’re taking too long.” A voice familiar and welcome called out. Before Jester could react, there was a firm slap on her ass. The tiefling screamed and jumped, clutching at the thin fabric when protected her sizable rump. She landed back on the ground for the third time. Angry, she whirled around to face her “attacker”. To move her rounder body, she effectively had to plant a round arm on her cushiony buttcheek and turn around. Who ever could be so forward with her? Jester had quite enough of being someone’s plaything, this new person was about to get quite the talking to. Yet, when her eyes landed on the newcomer, her gaze softened. Standing behind her, cocky smile parting her lips, was Beauregard Lionett. The tanned, lithe, muscular form of the monk stood leaned on her staff, clearly enjoying the sight of her comrade. “You wanna be stuck here forever?” She winked, tapping her staff against the table.

“Beauregard!” Jester cried, trying to turn around fully. Her body shook and jiggled as she slowly turned around. “You know what is happening? Why am I so chubby?” Jester blushed as she asked her second question, not exactly sure how to feel.

“I know that you’re lazing around a bit much. You’ve got yourself stuck. . .but you’re too busy playing with yourself.” The wry comment from Beauregard was met with a pouty look from Jester.

“Not playing with myself! I am. . .investigating.” She jiggled the great fold of her lower belly. “There is strange magicks about! They are channeled through me against my will and I have no recourse.” She smacked her fat fists on her chair-smothering thighs.

Beauregard pushed the table over with her staff. Plates shot into the air. Deftly, the monk balanced one of the plates on the end of her staff and brought it down to Jester. The plate was full of the same treats that she had partaken of earlier. Jester could have sworn that she had finished all of the snacks earlier, yet here were more hovering just before her chubby face. “I think we can both guess where the magic is coming from. . .and how “unwillingly” it entered you.” she winked, nudging the plate forward again. “Anyway, you still have some work to do. We still aren’t unstuck.” She smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“Oooohhhh, please no.” Jester complained, feeling her guard drop. It was so hard to refuse Beau. “ I am too chubby already. . . “ She sighed. There was something else that she wanted to say but couldn’t quite say it. The plate hovered in front of her face, tempting and proven to be delicious. She licked her lips, her sweet tooth forcing its way to the front. How could something given to her by a trusted companion be bad? What other way did she have to solve this? Furrowing her brow, Jester grabbed another cookie and shoved it into her face. Her body immediately swelling more. Beauregard watched with glee as her friend succumbed to the temptation of the sweets.

--- A Lesson Learned ---

“Uuuuurrrppp. . .how musch. . .more?” Jester asked as she waddled down the hallway. “Too. . .urrp. . .musch. . .food . . .to musch. . .fat.” She said through heavy, chubby cheeks. The plate had cost Jester a lot. Her body was ruined. Fat poured from her.  All of the tiefling cleric had been swamped by blueberry colored fat. A generous, double rolled stomach flopped and folded down to her thighs. Breasts full and fatter than any Jester had ever seen rolled across the rounded hillock of her upper stomach roll, nipples pressing pointedly into her white nightgown. Twin masses of dimpled fat made up her buttocks, acting as a shelf to hoist the nightgown she wore. What had once been a fitting, if slightly big nightgown now was tight and highwater thanks to her massive weight. She waddled ponderously down the hallway, listing to each side so much that it felt like she was rolling as much as walking. In point of fact, were she to get any bigger, Jester could have been rolled down the hallway. Her short body packed on fat in every conceivable place, rounding her out comically. “BeauUUUURRRRPPPP. . .Buuuurrrppp. . .beau. . .pleeeasscchhh. . .” She whined childishly. Her friend only held her tighter.

Beauregard had to help the close to 600 pound tiefling down the hall. Delirious and almost drunk on gluttony, Jester was hardly able to waddle. Yet there was much more to accomplish. “Come on, Big Blue, we just have a little more to go.” She laughed. “Besides, aren’t clerics commanded to make holy sacrifices?” She tapped Jester’s fat thigh, indicating the struggle of movement.

“No! Not. . . trickery. . . clerics.” Jester puffed and wheezed. “It’s. . .whoo. . .others. . .who sacrifice. . .for usch.” She said before returning to pouting. The blue woman couldn’t help but feel that some sort of grand, cosmic jape was being played on her. She had eaten so many of the key-cakes yet she was no freer. In fact, she was a prisoner of her own body. Thinking as logically as possible, how could she adventure any further? She would be gobbled up by the first dragon that the party came across or snap any rope that they tried to climb. Truly humiliating. She swang her free arm, pumping in order to keep up momentum. At some point, Jester was unsure when, A door or some other exit had appeared in the room and she and her monk friend had been let free into the wider mansion that they had become trapped in. Yet, Jester was so delirious that she remembered little other than being hoisted up by Beauregard, the monk bragging about how only her physique could help move the behemoth cleric. “I’m tired. . .” She blew a raspberry with her mouth, childishly signaling her displeasure at the situation.

“Well, we arrived anyway.” Beauregard rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you just lay down.” A strong though soft hand squeezed Jester’s enormous asscheek, forcibly jiggling it. “Rest these big ol’ pillows for a bit.”

“Aaaiiiyyeee. . .keep your hands off of my fluff.” Jester poked Beauregard in her washboard, muscular stomach. “You are too touchy.” For all her grumbling and whining, the deep blush that had started when Beauregard started touching her hadn’t left. Slowly the massive woman dropped to her knees, spreading herself across a spread of thick pillows that she hadn’t noticed before. It had seemed that the two were wandering down an endless hallway. Now they seemed to be in a much different place. Jester could hear a fire crackling and she could see chairs and a table. It was like a dining hall. Jester resolved to ask her friend about it, when she recovered a little more. The pillows, however, were soft and the warmth of the fire was soothing. Her big blue belly spread across the pillows, raising her up a little due to its girth. It felt nice, like laying on a small mattress. Jester sighed, looking around for her friend. “At least you found somewhere comfy to rest while we plan how to get out of here.” She sighed.

“Sure, sure. I think you know what to do.” Beauregard said, returning to her friend. She knelt down. Another plate of snacks in her hand. She held it out with the courtesy of a trained butler. The plate touched Jester’s double chin, now big enough to extend even to her neck. The cookies this time were of locks and cages, not that Jester even noticed. The monk inched the plate forward, hopping one of the cookies to the very edge. Jester could almost taste it, not needing her tongue to remember its sweet warmth.

“I think we need to reexamine this strategy.” Jester said, still reaching out her tongue to pull the cookie in. Her fat fingers felt her body swell, fat pressing between her fingers. “I juscht. . .urp. . .keeping eating. No way out has come yet!” Crumbs sprayed from her mouth as she talked. Dutifully, she took another. Her body blimped out even more.

“Out? Since when did you want to get out?” Beauregard asked.

“Hmm. . .maybe these will work then?” A second Beauregard ventured, offering cookies on a different plate. These were round blue balls, decorated in a way that looked suspiciously like Jester. The immense cleric took those cakes. Her nightgown was truly reaching its end now. Rips and tears sprouted up and down the length of the dress, blue fat pouring outward. Her breasts grew big enough to support her fat face, though they pressed her puffy cheeks closer together. Jester didn’t know what was more disconcerting: her reaching the final stages of mobility or that her friend was duplicating herself.

“I thought that an answer would present itself eventually.” A third Beauragard walked into Jester’s vision. This one bore a plate of cakes that were baked into the shape of Jester’s holy symbol. The cleric gasped, unable to contain herself any longer. The other cookies could have been ignored, but these new ones had a hold of her instantly. She ate from the plate freely, sucking down the cookies as best she could. The other copies of her friend gracefully retracted their offerings, instead massaging and groping at Jester’s flab. Jester squealed and moaned between bites and swallows, breathing heavily as her friends worked their magic.

“Have you learned the lesson yet?”

This time the voice was an actual voice. It seemed to spring from the ground or fall from the ceiling, Jester was hardly sure which. The pile of tiefling could only bobble her head, feeling her body shake and jiggle from the movements as well as the massage from the other Beauregards. “Lesson? No!” She cried out, furiously trying to think her brain into alertness. “I have just been eating! What does this teach me?” She chirped furiously. It didn’t make sense, none of it. She was now a bloated pig, full and fat and only capable of someone feeding her and fawning over her; no closer to freeing herself from the clutches of the strange planar forces she had been trapped in.

“A scenario was presented, my cleric. A slow pupil sees no lesson. A wise one would see many.” The swishing of fabric and robes could be heard, pacing slowly behind Jester. The name of a god, her god, sprang to mind, but she could not utter it. It would be bad to do so while she was being reprimanded. “Lessons about strange places, trusting familiar faces, and the nature of trickery.” she caught the merest hint of him, her divine benefactor. Sandaled feet, a black robe, and a pale hand hung just out of eyesight to her left. “And the nature of ones. . .proclivities and desires.” Jester rumbled with terrified pleasure as a finger traced her plump bottom lip. It at once felt like Beauregard’s. . .but someone else as well. “But alas. Too slow to pick it up.” there was a sigh and a blinding light. Jester tried to roll away, but her meaty, massive body refused to cooperate. All she could feel was the hundreds of pounds surrounding her, jiggling madly. Her flesh bounced and undulated, bumping into the muscular forms of her friend and the stranger. For a moment she had the presence of mind to realize that it felt. . .nice. Then darkness took her.

--- Awakening Above Ground ---

Jester threw herself out of bed. She tripped, fell, and landed on the floor. Her legs and tale toppled over her. Cursing and stretching, she looked at what she could of herself. All seemed normal. Her fingers were thin and quick, her face not round, and her breasts were back to being small and girlish. She sighed, not sure what to think of her strange dream and the thoughts contained therein. “A dream, just a silly dream.” She mumbled to herself. She rolled herself over, bringing herself into a cross legged position on the floor. The world around her was exactly how she had left it, a darkened inn room. She sighed again, leaning back against the bed. She yawned, twisting her arms and back. She was just about to write everything off as being some sort of nocturnal fantasy but then she put her hand down. It squished against something flaky and warm. A cake that had previously been in the shape of something round and blue.