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Tawna would do anything for her friends. Even if they weren't technically her friends, but her alternate universe self's... friends.

It was complicated.

Having begun dimension-hopping herself had only made it even more so than she could have ever imagined, bringing the heroic bandicoot to strange new times and places that she would never have dreamed of, and some she probably would rather not have dreamed of. The one she now found herself in now was one of those.

"Stupid... N.Verted... crap!" The female marsupial groaned as she tugged herself up the rope of her grappling hook. She wasn't sure what exactly the term Coco had told her meant, only that any dimension bearing the label usually had rather... unique... properties to them that would almost always hinder her progress more than normal, providing an extra level of challenge to reaching her goal.

The strange thing about the universe she now found herself in was that it was clearly similar to the one she'd first come from, even down to the time and place she was dropped into, relatively speaking. Same tropical islands, same wide, open sea, same pirate ships full of maddened critters desperate to stop her. These similarities weren't as comforting to Tawna as she might have hoped, only helping to make the differences that made it such a challenge to survive stand out even more to her.

"Come on Tawna... huff... huff... you can DO this!"

She could have landed in an easy dimension, one where the only opposition she would face would be cute kittens or inanimate rocks or something, but instead she had to wind up here. She wasn't a scientist by any means, but she doubted even Coco would have been able to figure out just what had went wrong somewhere along this dimension's timeline to make it so that every inhabitant of this world, every obstacle set between her and victory, was so hellbent on making her as fat as freaking possible.

Tawna came to realize that up until this point she'd had it easy. At least all of the N.Verted worlds she'd come across had been merciful enough to leave her body the hell alone. Yet not even an hour had passed after her arrival in this awful place before she'd gone from the tall, muscular badass she'd entered as to a now 500 pound behemoth. Before her current predicament, her grappling hook and rope had always been the best way to get from point A to point B in a hurry. Now saddled with hundreds of pounds of extra weight she'd had no experience in handling, she felt almost useless as she struggled merely to haul her blubbery bulk up to the mast she'd hooked it to. She wasn't even sure if she could handle leaping across the upper levels of the ship she'd found herself on, but she really didn't have much choice.

The bandicoot had managed to lift her massive body a couple of feet higher before she decided to stop for another breather. Her chest, always a rather large feature on her, heaved wearily with added bulk that bulged from within her pink shirt and sagged to the sides of a flabby belly that folded over in the middle. Her gut had swollen so much by this point that the bright garment rode up its flabby curves, its bulky rolls so thick with lard that they were even visible along her sides where her brown, leather jacket could not reach. Tawna took a deep breath, steadying herself as she took one hand off the rope to wipe the sweat from her brow with an arm that wobbled with thick flab every time she moved it, her other limb trembling as it struggled to bear the weight of her body alone for just a moment before she quickly gripped the rope in both hands once more. Taking a few more seconds to catch her breath, Tawna prepared to climb again, knowing full well that even just clinging onto the rope in her current state was quickly draining her of vital energy she'd need to survive the challenges ahead... the first of which simply being to get to the top of this rope.

"What kind of... unnnff... STUPID dimension is this... anyways!" She grunted through gritted teeth as she started to slowly pull herself up again, already panting and sweating harder than before from the simple but laborious process, "By the time... I get out of here... hufff... hurrff... I'm gonna be... twice as big... if I'm lucky..."

Not only did it seem as though everything around her wanted to fatten her up in this universe, but that something else made it so that everything that did so was extra effective at it, making her gain pounds that should have piled on over days in mere seconds of time. There were piranha plants that ensnared and fed her with their vines, pirate chefs determined to force her to try their latest calorific creations, even crates that exploded upon impact into strange, pink powder that added pounds instantaneously when inhaled. These last Tawna had managed to mostly avoid, along with the native Wumpa fruit, or Plumpa fruit, or whatever the hell they were called here. The bandicoot loved the taste of the sweet things, but was reluctant to try even a bite of them here, certain that they'd annihilate her waistline in an instant if she'd dare to. Unfortunately for her, there was a stack of crates directly below her packed full of those damn things. She wasn't sure what would happen if her fat butt were to slip and smash into them, but not wanting to find out did wonders for her motivation.

Briefly the bandicoot wondered what the version of her that lived in this universe was like. She stopped pondering on such thoughts when she came to the conclusion that said Tawna had probably lost the ability to walk a long, long time ago and pushed the thought away with a shudder. That was something else about this place she really would rather not think about, but it was at least more comforting than the thought that she might be stuck with the extra weight even if she managed to escape this dimension. All she could do was push that last worry to the side, hoping that everything would go back to normal the next time she shifted realities.

A loud ripping noise filled the air, causing the exhausted bandicoot's heart to stop. She looked down at her thick thighs and bulging, bloated ass, both of them fighting a constant war against her tightening jeans, a war that had just opened up on a new front as a large tear split across the seat of her pants, exposing a sizable chunk of her fat rear to the world.

"Oh noooooo..." Tawna moaned, grinding her teeth in frustration as she looked up at the mast above. The length of rope twisted and groaned under her weight, and there was still so much distance to cover, "Come on... it's hard.... but you can make it.... huff... you can make..."

Another sound filled the woman with even more dread, a loud crack that came from high above. Wooden splinters rained down on the bandicoot's blue-died blond hair as her entire mass suddenly dropped half a foot, her entire body wobbling and swaying perilously on the rope as the mast above her sagged and splintered under her weight.

Despite being completely worn out already and having barely made any progress, Tawna found herself climbing faster. Now it had become a race against time as well as a struggle with her newly obese body, and things weren't going to go well for her at all if she couldn't reach the top before the mast split apart. She might survive the fall, but she was pretty sure her wardrobe wouldn't if she were to hit those crates, and if she was already fighting an uphill battle at her current size, she could barely imagine how she'd get ANYWHERE if she were to pile on even more fat.

She managed to make it to the halfway point before the mast sagged again, dropping her even further than it had before and now filling the air with a constant, ominous creaking.

She could make it. She had to make it.

She just needed a little more time...

Guess it's about time I drew a fat Tawna.

Not sure which is worse, that joke or this pic/story.

Anyways, here's a pic I didn't expect to do this week, then that trailer dropped and I just had to. I already liked the original Tawna plenty and she was on my to-do list of ladies to draw heckin' huge, but that redesign bumped her up a bit. Can you blame me? There's really not a lot of tough anthro women in adventurer games, and even fewer of them playable besides, well, Krystal. Who knows, maybe I'll do more of her one day, whether the Crash 4 version or original, but for now, I hope you all enjoy this!

Also really wish I'd watched that full gameplay trailer before starting on this, because that future level is just full of weight gain potential too. Maybe next time! Besides, this gave me a chance to practice sunsets and ocean backgrounds, and I think it came out pretty well, in my opinion!

Description
Tawna would do anything for her friends. Even if they weren't technically her friends, but her alternate universe self's... friends.

It was complicated.

Having begun dimension-hopping herself had only made it even more so than she could have ever imagined, bringing the heroic bandicoot to strange new times and places that she would never have dreamed of, and some she probably would rather not have dreamed of. The one she now found herself in now was one of those.

"Stupid... N.Verted... crap!" The female marsupial groaned as she tugged herself up the rope of her grappling hook. She wasn't sure what exactly the term Coco had told her meant, only that any dimension bearing the label usually had rather... unique... properties to them that would almost always hinder her progress more than normal, providing an extra level of challenge to reaching her goal.

The strange thing about the universe she now found herself in was that it was clearly similar to the one she'd first come from, even down to the time and place she was dropped into, relatively speaking. Same tropical islands, same wide, open sea, same pirate ships full of maddened critters desperate to stop her. These similarities weren't as comforting to Tawna as she might have hoped, only helping to make the differences that made it such a challenge to survive stand out even more to her.

"Come on Tawna... huff... huff... you can DO this!"

She could have landed in an easy dimension, one where the only opposition she would face would be cute kittens or inanimate rocks or something, but instead she had to wind up here. She wasn't a scientist by any means, but she doubted even Coco would have been able to figure out just what had went wrong somewhere along this dimension's timeline to make it so that every inhabitant of this world, every obstacle set between her and victory, was so hellbent on making her as fat as freaking possible.

Tawna came to realize that up until this point she'd had it easy. At least all of the N.Verted worlds she'd come across had been merciful enough to leave her body the hell alone. Yet not even an hour had passed after her arrival in this awful place before she'd gone from the tall, muscular badass she'd entered as to a now 500 pound behemoth. Before her current predicament, her grappling hook and rope had always been the best way to get from point A to point B in a hurry. Now saddled with hundreds of pounds of extra weight she'd had no experience in handling, she felt almost useless as she struggled merely to haul her blubbery bulk up to the mast she'd hooked it to. She wasn't even sure if she could handle leaping across the upper levels of the ship she'd found herself on, but she really didn't have much choice.

The bandicoot had managed to lift her massive body a couple of feet higher before she decided to stop for another breather. Her chest, always a rather large feature on her, heaved wearily with added bulk that bulged from within her pink shirt and sagged to the sides of a flabby belly that folded over in the middle. Her gut had swollen so much by this point that the bright garment rode up its flabby curves, its bulky rolls so thick with lard that they were even visible along her sides where her brown, leather jacket could not reach. Tawna took a deep breath, steadying herself as she took one hand off the rope to wipe the sweat from her brow with an arm that wobbled with thick flab every time she moved it, her other limb trembling as it struggled to bear the weight of her body alone for just a moment before she quickly gripped the rope in both hands once more. Taking a few more seconds to catch her breath, Tawna prepared to climb again, knowing full well that even just clinging onto the rope in her current state was quickly draining her of vital energy she'd need to survive the challenges ahead... the first of which simply being to get to the top of this rope.

"What kind of... unnnff... STUPID dimension is this... anyways!" She grunted through gritted teeth as she started to slowly pull herself up again, already panting and sweating harder than before from the simple but laborious process, "By the time... I get out of here... hufff... hurrff... I'm gonna be... twice as big... if I'm lucky..."

Not only did it seem as though everything around her wanted to fatten her up in this universe, but that something else made it so that everything that did so was extra effective at it, making her gain pounds that should have piled on over days in mere seconds of time. There were piranha plants that ensnared and fed her with their vines, pirate chefs determined to force her to try their latest calorific creations, even crates that exploded upon impact into strange, pink powder that added pounds instantaneously when inhaled. These last Tawna had managed to mostly avoid, along with the native Wumpa fruit, or Plumpa fruit, or whatever the hell they were called here. The bandicoot loved the taste of the sweet things, but was reluctant to try even a bite of them here, certain that they'd annihilate her waistline in an instant if she'd dare to. Unfortunately for her, there was a stack of crates directly below her packed full of those damn things. She wasn't sure what would happen if her fat butt were to slip and smash into them, but not wanting to find out did wonders for her motivation.

Briefly the bandicoot wondered what the version of her that lived in this universe was like. She stopped pondering on such thoughts when she came to the conclusion that said Tawna had probably lost the ability to walk a long, long time ago and pushed the thought away with a shudder. That was something else about this place she really would rather not think about, but it was at least more comforting than the thought that she might be stuck with the extra weight even if she managed to escape this dimension. All she could do was push that last worry to the side, hoping that everything would go back to normal the next time she shifted realities.

A loud ripping noise filled the air, causing the exhausted bandicoot's heart to stop. She looked down at her thick thighs and bulging, bloated ass, both of them fighting a constant war against her tightening jeans, a war that had just opened up on a new front as a large tear split across the seat of her pants, exposing a sizable chunk of her fat rear to the world.

"Oh noooooo..." Tawna moaned, grinding her teeth in frustration as she looked up at the mast above. The length of rope twisted and groaned under her weight, and there was still so much distance to cover, "Come on... it's hard.... but you can make it.... huff... you can make..."

Another sound filled the woman with even more dread, a loud crack that came from high above. Wooden splinters rained down on the bandicoot's blue-died blond hair as her entire mass suddenly dropped half a foot, her entire body wobbling and swaying perilously on the rope as the mast above her sagged and splintered under her weight.

Despite being completely worn out already and having barely made any progress, Tawna found herself climbing faster. Now it had become a race against time as well as a struggle with her newly obese body, and things weren't going to go well for her at all if she couldn't reach the top before the mast split apart. She might survive the fall, but she was pretty sure her wardrobe wouldn't if she were to hit those crates, and if she was already fighting an uphill battle at her current size, she could barely imagine how she'd get ANYWHERE if she were to pile on even more fat.

She managed to make it to the halfway point before the mast sagged again, dropping her even further than it had before and now filling the air with a constant, ominous creaking.

She could make it. She had to make it.

She just needed a little more time...

Guess it's about time I drew a fat Tawna.

Not sure which is worse, that joke or this pic/story.

Anyways, here's a pic I didn't expect to do this week, then that trailer dropped and I just had to. I already liked the original Tawna plenty and she was on my to-do list of ladies to draw heckin' huge, but that redesign bumped her up a bit. Can you blame me? There's really not a lot of tough anthro women in adventurer games, and even fewer of them playable besides, well, Krystal. Who knows, maybe I'll do more of her one day, whether the Crash 4 version or original, but for now, I hope you all enjoy this!

Also really wish I'd watched that full gameplay trailer before starting on this, because that future level is just full of weight gain potential too. Maybe next time! Besides, this gave me a chance to practice sunsets and ocean backgrounds, and I think it came out pretty well, in my opinion!